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When there's only two of u at the late gym and the cute hunk asked if u mind he work out topless. U feign nonchalance and say no problem. But half the time u spend ogling at him and adjusting yr cock, instead of working out.

With that sexy bod, I reckoned I will be looking and salivating over that sexy bod to even think logically.

Don't compare. Appreciate what we are blessed with. Most importantly... as long as dick functions (well) as should be.

I’d like to share my recent experience. I struggled for a day with various thoughts and dilemmas—feeling embarrassed, ashamed, and concerned about possible HIV exposure. Eventually, I decided to go to Tan Tock Seng Hospital (TTSH) A&E. I arrived and registered by 8:55 PM. The staff and nurses were very professional. When they asked about the issue, I simply said, “I may have had possible exposure to HIV.” I’m not sure if it was intentional, but the receptionist asked me to wear a mask before proceeding—perhaps to protect my privacy. I think this was actually necessary, given the circumstances. I was soon called into a room for further evaluation by a nurse, with another nurse standing by. The questions included: “What happened? Why do you think you were exposed? Was it with a man or a woman? Do you have any fever, rashes, or sore throat? When did this happen? Have you traveled abroad recently?” After answering, I was directed to a waiting area with about 8–9 other people. Around 50 minutes later, I saw the doctor. He was friendly, made me feel comfortable, and showed great understanding. He drew four small vials of blood for tests, including liver, kidney, hepatitis, and HIV panels (among others I can’t recall). As I have some kidney issues, he couldn’t prescribe the full 7-day course of medication. Instead, he gave me a 3-day supply and asked me to return the next day for additional blood work at the CDC, to reassess the results and adjust the treatment if necessary. About 10 minutes later, I was called to pay for my bill and receive the medication. The bill amounted to $320+ due to the various blood tests which were not subsided. The Next Day Due to my condition, I had to visit the CDC for further evaluation. The doctor there was a bit eccentric but still helpful. He switched my medication to one that’s safer for my kidneys, although it’s significantly more expensive—around $387 (with GST) for a 28-day supply. Other medications were more affordable, and the most expensive was Dolutegravir ($950+!! but luckily got govt. subsidy). I received a 14-day supply and will follow up again to continue the remaining 14 days, if necessary. The total cost for consultation, after government subsidies, was $327. So, for a full 28-day treatment, the total would be around $650. This doesn’t include the A&E visit. So, the total cost should be about $950 or just under $1,100. For those without any issues, you may receive the full 28-day supply on the first day, and with A&E fees, I estimate the total cost would be around $730 or slightly more. Before visiting TTSH, I called PULSE to inquire about PEP costs, which are $2,100 just for the medication. I’m not sure about DSC as their hours are very limited, and they’re closed on weekends. But based on my experience, TTSH seems like a solid choice. Post thoughts Honestly, I still feel intimidated and embarrassed by the experience, despite the overall positive outcome so far. I keep reminding myself that no one will remember me (which I’m pretty sure is true), and that this is just a short phase to get through for long-term benefits. Thankfully, the costs weren’t as high as I’d seen on other websites. I do hope the government can provide more subsidies, if possible! And lastly, always play it safe—no matter what!

Date: Sun 5 Jan 24 Time: 0645-0930hrs Venue: Neue Rock the Naked Truth is a body image movement created by Cheryl Tay to help people find confidence in their bodies through fitness. Every year, they organise a non-competitive 5km event where you can run, jog or walk for this cause. Let's rally all the runners from BW to promote body positivity and start off the year right! Register through the link below then drop me a PM. I'll add you to a Telegram group to coordinate then we can take a group photo at the event! Registration: https://bit.ly/RTNTturns9 Original post: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1U1ioZcJa4/

1st Avenue & Perangin Mall A few days ago, I was at 1st Avenue and planned to walk and shop around. Knowing that the 1st Avenue restrooms are a cruising area, I did pop in a few of the restrooms and found some regulars as well as some new ones. At that point, I never thought about having fun and just visiting because I was already on 1st Avenue until I saw some pop-ups that were different from what I seen. I never imagined that Bangladesh would be cruising around too. I saw this Bangladeshi guy who I thought was lucky, handsome, hairy, with good height and good body also wandering around the first avenue. He also spotted me and started taking me to the toilet in Perangin Mall. When I first saw him, I thought about it a lot. What attracted me to him was his handsomeness. So, I followed him according to the rules of the game. He took me to the Perangin Mall toilets located on the lowest floor near the banquet hall. The toilets are quiet and perfect for some relaxing fun. We walked into a cubicles and the game started. He didn't smell bad, and surprisingly, he smelled pretty good. He was very careful about his hygiene and I started caressing his bulge. Gosh, I never thought Bangladeshi men could have such big cocks. He started to become very relaxed and enjoyed foreplay and cuddling. He hugged me romantically, kissed my neck, cheeks, and sucked on my nipples. I was so turned on by him and became so horny. I started browsing over his body, his furry body making the fun even more interesting. In return, I kissed his neck, cheeks, and nipples, and he groaned, clutching his bulged. He ended up trying to fuck me but I have politely rejected. Since he was so high, I got down on my knees and worked on his huge cock. The cock is long and thick, full of meat and smells good. Best of all it was so clean I couldn't hold to suck it off. He moaned and I could tell he was enjoying it. He fucked my mouth until his cum was completely inside my mouth. He was very satisfied and so was I, even though I didn't ejaculate! We cleaned up and said goodbye to each other. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have fun, but ended up in a great way. What a satisfying moment and experience. Hope to see him again, some day!

It's just that different people are wired differently. Have met a top whose nips are connected to his dick. When his nips are played with, his dick gets harder inside you. Have also met a bottom whose nips are connected to his boyhole. When his nips are played with, his boyhole will squeeze your dick tighter. Feels damn nice. Then there are the guys with super sensitive nips. Not connected to dick or boyhole. Regardless, they feel so much pleasure when you play with their nips and will moan and twist and turn alot. Have to pin them down so that you can continue slowly, deliberately, sensually licking and sucking and teasing their nips. Making them moan even more. Some guys, their nips have no sensation at all. Waste your energy only suck on their nips. Can test first using your fingers, gentle strokes on their nips. If no reaction, move on. As for me, my nips are sensitive but not hyper sensitive. Prefer softer rather than rough. There was this one guy who could do rapid fire licking with his tongue and that felt really good.

Yeah he got what he wished. He asked me if he could date me, but I said no, as I don't want to damage my precious spectacles each time.

曾经有为短暂的爱情而流下眼泪吗…

I tell u , if thats yr profile pic of yr body, if u become keybox member, u will be damn happy n busy after yr workout there. Go go n be a member.

Think is normal for any discreet person to worry having their details registered in such database. Even here in BW forum, I initially hesitant to join. But overthink can also kill one joy and to live freely. Told myself as long as I’m not doing something bad, nothing much to worry and fear. I think some social medias track more but we just live with it. Life is too short to worry too much.

Even I pure top every time I pass motion; I will douche clean as most bottom love to my ass. Basically, I feel clean and clear so that there be no unpleasant surprised or funky scent coming out.

I’m not sure if there was a similar thread around but…maybe just a rant. i get that everyone has a preference but it’s really kinda rude to agree to an exchange, then ghost the other party when you first see his photos…. I mean you can really just fulfill the exchange then reject the person. i get that some people are discreet but what makes them think that the other party is not? It is common on apps but such behaviour is one of the toxic behaviour really makes our community felt unfriendly? ….what are your thoughts?

Hi guys - keen to explore with small group maybe 3s - for fun; watch porn; nipples play, prolonged foreplay; showers etc - am lock chun 175/74 med built in 40s - looking for same (beefy guys will be a plus 😉 plc near AMK/ Bishan -> anyone keen, pls HMU 🙂

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The lifeguard that was manspreading at Tampines SAFRA today was…😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Anyone? Top here

Ohhhh no lol i think i know who

1st Avenue & Perangin Mall A few days ago, I was at 1st Avenue and planned to walk and shop around. Knowing that the 1st Avenue restrooms are a cruising area, I did pop in a few of the restrooms and found some regulars as well as some new ones. At that point, I never thought about having fun and just visiting because I was already on 1st Avenue until I saw some pop-ups that were different from what I seen. I never imagined that Bangladesh would be cruising around too. I saw this Bangladeshi guy who I thought was lucky, handsome, hairy, with good height and good body also wandering around the first avenue. He also spotted me and started taking me to the toilet in Perangin Mall. When I first saw him, I thought about it a lot. What attracted me to him was his handsomeness. So, I followed him according to the rules of the game. He took me to the Perangin Mall toilets located on the lowest floor near the banquet hall. The toilets are quiet and perfect for some relaxing fun. We walked into a cubicles and the game started. He didn't smell bad, and surprisingly, he smelled pretty good. He was very careful about his hygiene and I started caressing his bulge. Gosh, I never thought Bangladeshi men could have such big cocks. He started to become very relaxed and enjoyed foreplay and cuddling. He hugged me romantically, kissed my neck, cheeks, and sucked on my nipples. I was so turned on by him and became so horny. I started browsing over his body, his furry body making the fun even more interesting. In return, I kissed his neck, cheeks, and nipples, and he groaned, clutching his bulged. He ended up trying to fuck me but I have politely rejected. Since he was so high, I got down on my knees and worked on his huge cock. The cock is long and thick, full of meat and smells good. Best of all it was so clean I couldn't hold to suck it off. He moaned and I could tell he was enjoying it. He fucked my mouth until his cum was completely inside my mouth. He was very satisfied and so was I, even though I didn't ejaculate! We cleaned up and said goodbye to each other. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have fun, but ended up in a great way. What a satisfying moment and experience. Hope to see him again, some day!

He always like that.

HMU if you are keen for video watching/lite fun/ edging fun. Can host today.

I used an AI chatbot to write most of this army story with a few prompts and editing on my part, but I think it's pretty hot! I hope you guys will enjoy it. Also, you know the usual disclaimer... All the characters in the story are fictitious and any reference to real life people is merely coincidental. Summary: Hotshot commando officer 2nd lieutenant Jieren goes down a rabbit hole as he faces his reckoning ************************** 2nd Lieutenant Jieren Tan stepped off the train and into the bustling streets of Geylang, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Standing at 1.8 metres, with sun-kissed skin from spending a tad too much time at the beach, broad shoulders and a sexy treasure trail tapering to hard six packs honed from a long history of competitive sports, he could very well be the poster boy of the Singapore Armed Forces. Indeed, with his boyish clean-cut good looks and perfect pearly whites, he was even a part-time student model before getting enlisted to National Service. His heart raced in his chest as he thought about the meeting Taufik had insisted on having with him. If there’s a yin to his yang, it had to be Taufik. Dark, brooding and intense, the Malay officer was similar to him in many aspects, from their competitiveness to competence. Hell, they even looked quite alike with model-esque good looks and even the same dick size, albeit Taufik being slightly shorter and rugged in looks. At the slightly homoerotic memory of Taufik’s dick, the straight-as-arrow Jieren shook his head as if to exorcise it out of his head. Their rivalry at the Officer Cadet School had been intense, and while Jieren had come out on top in terms of being posted to the prestigious Hendon camp as a Commando officer, he knew Taufik was not one to let things rest easily. He arrived at the sleek hotel and made his way to the room number Taufik had provided. Knocking on the door, he tried to compose himself, his mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be so urgent that it couldn’t wait until they were both back in camp. The door swung open to reveal Taufik, dressed in his own body-hugging camo-green No. 4 uniform, but with an air of dominance and arrogance that Jieren had never seen before. “Tan, come in,” Taufik said with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Jieren stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, his eyes scanning the space for any signs of what was to come. The heavy scent of musk and cologne filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of their usual barracks. Taufik’s eyes gleamed with a malicious intent as he closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. Jieren felt his throat tighten as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had been set up. Taufik strode over to the minibar and poured two whiskeys, handing one to Jieren. “Drink up,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to need it.” Jieren took the glass, his hand shaking slightly, and downed the amber liquid in one gulp. It burned his throat, but the warmth spreading through his body did little to ease the cold dread that was beginning to form in his stomach. Without warning, Taufik grabbed Jieren’s shoulder and spun him around to face the mirror. Jieren’s reflection stared back at him, wide-eyed and defiant. Taufik leaned in close, his breath hot on Jieren’s ear. “I’ve caught you engaging a prostitute,” he whispered, his grip on Jieren’s shoulder tightening. “In fact, here’s the video showing you entering a hotel room with that prostitute. What do you think will happen to your military career?” Jieren’s eyes widened as he saw the screen of Taufik’s handphone come to life. The video played out the sordid encounter in explicit detail: the way the prostitute had moaned and whimpered, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and his own unmistakable voice, crying out in pleasure. He reached out to grab the phone, a desperate attempt to snatch back some semblance of control over the situation. But Taufik was too quick, holding it just out of reach. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Taufik said, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. “You see, I’ve taken the liberty of storing this little gem in multiple locations. It would be such a shame if it ended up in the wrong hands, don’t you think?” Jieren’s face flushed with rage and humiliation as he realized the extent of Taufik’s plan. “What do you want?” he demanded, his voice cracking with fear. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I want,” Taufik said, his tone slick and sinister. “You see, I’ve always envied you, Tan. The way everyone looks up to you, the way you strut around camp like you own the place. Now, it’s time for you to learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end of some…attention.” Taufik’s hand gripped his shoulder, sending a shiver down Jieren’s spine. He lunged for the phone, his instincts telling him to destroy the evidence at all costs, but Taufik was too quick. He danced back, the phone out of reach, his smile growing wider with every desperate swipe Jieren made. “Now, now, let’s not be hasty,” Taufik taunted, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I think we can come to an understanding, you and I. You see, I have certain… needs that aren’t quite as mainstream as yours.” He stepped closer, his chest brushing against Jieren’s back, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “And I think you might just be the perfect candidate to help me fulfill them.” Jieren’s mind raced as he felt the heat of Taufik’s body against him, the implications of what was being suggested sinking in. “What are you saying?” he managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’m saying,” Taufik began, his breath warm on Jieren’s neck, “that I’m willing to keep your little secret… if you’re willing to keep mine.” He reached around and unbuckled Jieren’s belt, his hand sliding into the waistband of his uniform pants. “You’re going to be my bitch, Tan,” Taufik said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. “And you’re going to like it.” Jieren’s body stiffened with horror as Taufik’s hand found its way to his crotch, groping his cock through the fabric. He struggled to break free, but Taufik’s grip was like a vice, his strength surprising for someone who was smaller than him. “You’re going to do whatever I say, whenever I say,” Taufik continued, his fingers now stroking Jieren’s erection. “And if you do a good job, I might just let you keep your career.” Jieren felt a strange mix of anger and arousal building within him. He had never been with a man before, and the thought of being used like this by his rival was unbearable. But the fear of losing everything he had worked so hard for was stronger. He could feel his resolve slipping away with every stroke of Taufik’s hand. Taufik noticed the shift in Jieren’s demeanor and took full advantage of it. He stepped closer, his hardening cock pressing against Jieren’s lower back. “Look at yourself,” he whispered, his hand now moving to unbutton Jieren’s shirt. “You’re so hard for me. You can’t resist it, can you?” Jieren’s reflection in the mirror showed his face contorted with a mix of anger and lust. His eyes searched Taufik’s, looking for any hint of mercy, but all he found was the gleam of victory. “Get your fucking hands off me,” he snarled, but his voice lacked conviction. Taufik chuckled, his hands moving to unbuckle Jieren’s pants. “Such a strong, proud commando,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But here you are, about to be my bitch.” With a swift tug, Taufik pushed the loose slacks down, leaving Jieren’s bubble butt partially exposed. His erection peeked out of his slacks, a traitor to his own pride, betraying his body’s involuntary response to Taufik’s touch. Taufik stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “Fuck,”, he wolf-whistled appreciatively, his eyes raking over the two perfectly-formed, unblemished globes, “what a piece of work.” Jieren’s face flushed at the comment. Ignoring him, Taufik continued, “Now, we need to set some ground rules.” He pulled out a set of handcuffs from the nightstand drawer and snapped them around Jieren’s wrists, securing him to the headboard of the hotel bed. “First rule: you do exactly as I say.” Jieren’s mind reeled as he squirmed in his restraints, trying to process the situation. “What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice tight with anger and fear. Taufik sauntered over to the bed, his own cock now fully erect and tenting his uniform slacks. He leaned down, his face mere inches from Jieren’s. “I want you to submit to me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to show you what it’s like to be dominated.” With a swift motion, Taufik grabbed the back of Jieren’s neck and pushed him down onto the bed, face-first. Jieren felt the softness of the mattress against his cheek, his heart racing as Taufik’s hands roamed over his body, touching him in places no one else had ever dared. He felt Taufik’s cock pushing against his ass, the fabric of their pants the only barrier. “You’re mine now,” Taufik murmured, his breath hot on Jieren’s neck. Jieren’s body tensed as Taufik began to slide his pants down, the cool air of the hotel room a stark contrast to the heat of their entwined forms. The sound of Taufik’s zipper was the only noise in the room, a deafening crescendo of doom that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the head of Taufik’s cock nudging against his hole, and he bit back a whimper. “Remember,” Taufik whispered, his voice a dark caress, “you agreed to this.” With a cruel twist of his wrist, Taufik yanked Jieren’s slacks down to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. Jieren’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger, humiliation, fear, and an unwelcome flicker of excitement. He felt the tip of Taufik’s cock press against his entrance, and his body instinctively clenched. “Relax,” Taufik ordered, his voice a soft hiss in the quiet room. “This will be over sooner if you just take it like a good boy.” Jieren’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt the first intrusion. The pain was sharp and intense, a stark reminder of the power Taufik held over him. He bit back a scream, his teeth sinking into the pillow beneath him. Taufik didn’t wait for his body to adjust, instead pushing in deeper and faster, a smug satisfaction etched on his face as he watched Jieren’s reflection in the mirror. “You like it, don’t you?” he taunted, his strokes growing more forceful. “You like being my little bitch.” Jieren could feel his body betraying him, his cock responding to the rough handling despite his mind’s protest. The pain slowly morphed into something else, a burning need that made him want to push back into Taufik’s thrusts. He tried to ignore the pleasure, to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity, but it was no use. Taufik’s skilled hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as he fucked him like he owned him. Taufik reached around and began to stroke Jieren’s cock in time with his thrusts, his grip firm and demanding. Jieren’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at their reflection in the mirror. He watched as Taufik’s muscled arms flexed with each powerful drive into his body, his own face a mask of agony and ecstasy. The sight of Taufik’s cock disappearing into his ass, the way their bodies moved together in a rhythm that seemed so wrong yet so natural, was almost too much to bear. But Taufik wasn’t done. With a snarl of triumph, he reached down and ripped open the front of Jieren’s No. 4 uniform, sending buttons flying in every direction. Jieren’s chest heaved, his smooth muscular physique now bare for Taufik’s greedy eyes to feast on. Taufik’s hands moved to Jieren’s chest, grabbing his solid pecs and squeezing them roughly. The pleasure was intense, and despite the circumstances, Jieren couldn’t help but moan. He felt his body responding, his ass loosening around Taufik’s cock as he was fucked harder and deeper. In the mirror, Jieren watched in horror and fascination as he saw himself begin to push back into Taufik’s thrusts, meeting each one with his own. His moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of his own submission. He saw the look of triumph on Taufik’s face and knew that he had lost the battle. The handcuffs bit into his wrists, a constant reminder of his helplessness, yet the pain only seemed to enhance the sensation. He felt his own orgasm building, his body betraying him further. “That’s it,” Taufik encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? You’re loving being my bitch.” Jieren’s cheeks burned with shame, his teeth grinding into the pillow. He didn’t want to admit it, but his body was responding to the relentless pounding, the pleasure mixing with the pain and fear in a confusing cocktail of sensation. Taufik’s hand tightened around his cock, pulling and twisting in a way that sent bolts of electricity through his body. He could feel his climax approaching, and his body tensed, trying to hold it back. “You’re going to cum for me,” Taufik growled, his breath hot and heavy on Jieren’s neck. “You’re going to show me how much you enjoy being my slut.” The words sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over Jieren, but he couldn’t deny the truth. His body was on fire, and it was all Taufik’s doing. He felt his orgasm building, his cock straining in Taufik’s hand. He didn’t want to give his rival the satisfaction, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. With a final, desperate effort, he tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control. But Taufik was too good, too experienced, and with a few more strokes, Jieren’s body gave in. He came with a muffled scream, his cum spurting onto the hotel bed. The handcuffs bit deeper into his skin as he bucked and writhed, his body helplessly following the commands of his own traitorous desires. Taufik’s rhythm didn’t falter, his own pleasure building as he watched Jieren’s submission play out in the mirror. “That’s it,” he said, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. “You’re mine now.” Jieren felt the last of his resistance crumble as the aftershocks of his orgasm faded. He was completely at Taufik’s mercy, his body used and discarded like a piece of meat. The weight of his own cum on the bed was a sticky reminder of his humiliation. Taufik leaned in, whispering in his ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?” Jieren’s only response was a choking sob. Taufik’s hand continued to toy with his now-sensitive cock, keeping him on edge as he whispered more taunts and commands. “You’re going to do this for me again,” Taufik said. “And again. And every time, you’re going to beg for it. You’re going to love it.” Jieren’s mind was a mess of emotions: anger at the betrayal, fear of the video being leaked, and a strange, burning curiosity about what Taufik had in store for him next. His body, however, was a willing participant in Taufik’s twisted game, his muscles relaxing and his ass clenching around Taufik’s cock. He hated himself for it, but the feeling of fullness, the way Taufik’s body felt against his, was oddly sensual. Taufik pulled out, leaving Jieren feeling empty and exposed. He undid the handcuffs in record time and flipped the bitched officer onto his back, their uniform slacks still around their ankles, and straddled him. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Jieren’s eyes snapped open to meet Taufik’s, his own filled with a mix of anger and lust. He watched as Taufik lined up their cocks, his own cock still half-hard and glistening with cum despite the humiliation while being rubbed and stimulated by Taufik’s ramrod pole. With a smirk, Taufik began to pump their cocks together, using Jieren’s own cum as lubricant. Jieren’s body responded again, his erection growing back to full mast as Taufik’s hands worked both of them into a frenzy. The sight was too much, and Jieren had to look away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. But Taufik was not satisfied with just watching their cocks slide together; he leaned down and kissed Jieren, forcing his tongue into his mouth in a dominating kiss that left Jieren gasping for air. The taste of whiskey and lust mingled as Taufik claimed him, his tongue dancing with Jieren’s in a display of power and ownership. Jieren’s hands balled into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to push Taufik away while also wanting to pull him closer. Taufik broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he saw the struggle within Jieren. “You can’t deny it,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “You want this.” Jieren’s breath came in ragged gasps as Taufik continued to stroke their cocks in unison. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and he could feel his resolve slipping away with every touch. “You’re just using me,” he managed to say, his voice weak. “Using you?” Taufik laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “I’m giving you what you need, Tan. You’re the one who’s been living a lie. Now you get to experience the truth.” He leaned down and bit Jieren’s ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “And the best part is, you’re going to come to me for more.” With that, Taufik unceremoniously hoisted Jieren’s thick thighs up like he was fucking a bitch, making the latter gasp as he realized what was about to happen. Jieren’s legs were now spread wide, his slacks lying uselessly on the floor, exposing his ass and balls to Taufik’s hungry gaze. The position was undeniably degrading, and it only served to fuel Taufik’s dominance. He lined his cock up with Jieren’s tight hole, the tip glistening with precum. “You’re going to take this,” he said, his voice a low, guttural growl. “And you’re going to enjoy it.” Jieren’s eyes widened with fear and humiliation, but his body betrayed him once more, his hole puckering with anticipation. Taufik took a deep breath, savoring the moment before he pushed inside, feeling the resistance give way to his iron-hard shaft. Jieren’s gasp was a mix of pain and shock, his body involuntarily clenching around Taufik’s cock. “So tight, but you’ll get used to it,” Taufik murmured, his eyes never leaving the glorious sight in the mirror. And glorious it was, to see his own hairy, muscular physique contrasting with the sweat-slicked, sculpted pecs and abs belonging to his bitch. It was like they were transported back in time, with him being the victorious Persian hero conquering the smooth Spartan champion who lay defeated and at his mercy. It was the battle of the Titans, the battle of the century between two manliness-incarnates, and he had triumphed. With a roar, he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Jieren’s eyes remained locked on Taufik’s piercing gaze, watching in horror as he was claimed by his rival. His own cock bobbed between them, a silent testament to his body’s treacherous desires. Taufik leaned back, gripping Jieren’s thighs tightly as he drove into him, the slap of their bodies growing louder with each stroke. The pain was intense, but Jieren found himself pushing back into it, his body begging for more. The room spun as Taufik’s rhythm grew more frantic, his own orgasm approaching. “You’re going to beg for it,” Taufik panted, his breath hot on Jieren’s neck. “You’re going to love being my little slut.” Jieren’s mind reeled, trying to reject the words, but his body was a traitor. His hips began to meet Taufik’s thrusts, his legs trembling while he desperately clung to the sides of the bed. He could feel Taufik’s cock stretching him, filling him in a way that no woman ever had. The pain was a strange, addictive mix with the pleasure, and he knew he was going to come again. He clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound, not to give Taufik the satisfaction of hearing him beg. But the pleasure was too intense. “Please,” he gasped, hating himself for the need in his voice. “Harder.” Taufik’s smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as he picked up his pace. “That’s my good boy,” he murmured, his strokes becoming more powerful. Jieren’s body arched off the bed, his muscles straining as he sought the release that Taufik dangled just out of reach. The room was filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing and the slap of flesh. Taufik’s uniform pants were sticky with sweat and other fluids, his own arousal clear as he pumped into Jieren’s body. “You’re going to be my secret,” Taufik said, his voice a harsh whisper. “My dirty little secret that I get to play with whenever I want.” Jieren craned his neck back to see himself in the mirror, looking for any sign of the proud commando he had once been. Instead, he saw a depraved man lost in pleasure, his body responding instinctively to the relentless assault of his rival’s cock. “I’ll do whatever you want,” Jieren managed to say, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Just don’t tell anyone.” “Oh, I won’t,” Taufik said, his strokes growing more deliberate. “But you’ll have to prove your loyalty.” He reached down and squeezed Jieren’s balls, his grip tight enough to make Jieren wince. “You’re going to come for me. And then, you’re going to suck my cock clean.” Jieren’s body tensed at the thought, his mind recoiling at the idea of performing such a degrading act. But his body had other plans. With each thrust, he could feel his orgasm building again, his prostate being expertly massaged by Taufik’s thick cock. He didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to let Taufik win so completely. But the perverse pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. With a cry that was equal parts rage and pleasure, he came again, his body spasming around Taufik’s cock, while at the same time Taufik roared as he creamed inside the willing muscle ass. Taufik pulled out, his cock slick with both of their cum. He leaned down and whispered in Jieren’s ear, “Now, suck it clean.” Jieren felt his stomach churn, but he knew he had no choice. With trembling hands, he reached down and took Taufik’s still-hard cock in his mouth, his own taste mingling with the musky scent of their mingled seed. He tried not to gag as he licked and sucked, cleaning Taufik’s shaft with a newfound desperation. Taufik’s hand affectionately tousled his hair, messing with his susceptible mind. He then gently but firmly pushed his head deeper until Jieren was choking as the entire length slid down his throat. As he sucked, Jieren couldn’t help but feel the power dynamic shift. His own cock grew hard again, a silent testament to the thrill of his submission. He hated it, but he couldn’t deny the dark thrill of being used in such a way. Taufik now placed both hands firmly on his head, guiding him in a slow, steady rhythm like playing with a rag doll, his breathing growing shallower with every pass of Jieren’s tongue. “That’s it,” Taufik murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Suck it like you mean it.” Jieren’s eyes watered as he took Taufik’s cock deeper, his own arousal growing despite his better judgment. He hated himself for enjoying this, for letting his rival dominate him so completely. Yet, there was something undeniably addictive about the feeling of being owned, of being used for someone else’s pleasure. Taufik’s grip on his hair tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his second climax. As Jieren sucked, he couldn’t help but let his own hands wander to his chest, his dark, quarter-sized nipples now painfully erect and sensitive from the earlier teasing. To his own disgust, he found himself playing with them like a cheap whore, his own body betraying him further. Taufik noticed and chuckled, swatting his hands away once more. “Let me do it,” he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. He tenderly tickled Jieren’s nipples, playing with them as though they belonged to a delicate prostitute as he continued to fuck his mouth. Jieren’s moans grew in pitch, sounding increasingly like a sissy’s. The thought of losing his manhood was too much to bear, but the pleasure was undeniable. Taufik’s fingers explored his sweaty nipples from different angles, sending waves of sensation straight to Jieren’s cock, which was now standing at full attention once again. Taufik’s grin grew wider as he watched the transformation unfold before him. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re such a good little bitch.” Jieren’s hands moved to his own cock, stroking it in time with Taufik’s thrusts into his mouth. He felt his body responding to the degradation, his mind clouded with a mix of anger, fear, and an unexplained excitement. Taufik’s eyes never left the mirror, watching the scene with a mix of arousal and satisfaction. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “I’m going to call you Jessica from now on whenever we’re alone.” Jieren’s eyes widened at the new name, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He wanted to protest, to fight back, but his body was no longer his own. He felt his orgasm building again, his muscles tensing as Taufik’s fingers played with his sensitive nipples. Just as he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, his cock spurted cum, the force of his orgasm causing his throat to convulse around Taufik’s cock. Taufik let out a bellow of pleasure as he felt Jieren’s throat muscles contract around him, his own release imminent. “That’s it, Jessica,” he growled, his voice filled with lust and triumph. “Take it all for me.” And with that, he came again, his cum filling Jieren’s mouth as the latter’s cock painted their heaving, muscular chests with ropes of sticky white cum. As they both wound down from their shared orgasm, Taufik pulled out of Jieren’s mouth with a wet pop, a smug look on his face. He tenderly caressed Jieren’s sweaty cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, collecting the last remnants of cum. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispered, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of the situation. Before Jieren could react, Taufik tilted his head up and claimed his lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing its way in to devour his mouth. The kiss was possessive, claiming ownership of every inch of him. Their mouths finally parted, and Jieren’s eyes searched Taufik’s, a mix of confusion, resignation, and arousal swirling within him. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, why his body was responding so eagerly to the man who had just shattered his world. But as he looked into Taufik’s eyes, he saw the hunger and satisfaction there, and he knew that he was lost. Taufik’s hand trailed down Jieren’s face, his thumb lingering over the swollen, kiss-bruised lips before moving to cradle his cheek. “Look at us,” Taufik said softly, his voice a gentle caress in the aftermath of their intense encounter. “We’re so beautiful together.” Jieren’s eyes searched Taufik’s, looking for any sign of regret or pity, but all he found was the glint of triumph and desire. “What now?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the screams that had been forced from his throat. “Now, my dear Jessica,” Taufik said, his voice a sweet poison, “we get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a small camcorder. The red light was still on, the unblinking eye of their perversion. “You see,” Taufik continued, his smile wicked, “I’ve been recording this little performance of yours. And it’s quite the show, if I do say so myself.” Jieren felt his heart drop into his stomach as he realized the depth of Taufik’s control. “What are you going to do with it?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear. “Oh, I think we’ll just keep this as insurance,” Taufik said, his eyes gleaming with malice. “To make sure you don’t forget who’s in charge.” Jieren felt his stomach turn as he realized the true extent of Taufik’s power over him. “Please, don’t,” he begged, his voice cracking. But Taufik was unfazed. He held up the camcorder, the evidence of their illicit encounter playing out on the small screen. Jieren’s face was a mask of pure agony and pleasure as Taufik’s cock slammed into him, his body contorting in unbelievable ways with each thrust. “You want to watch it?” Taufik asked, his voice a teasing purr. “You want to see yourself like this?” With a broken moan, Jieren nodded, unable to find the words to express his desperation. 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Jieren’s thoughts raced as he stared at their reflection in the mirror. Maybe this was what he had been missing all along, the thrill of submission to a stronger, more dominant man. Maybe he would enjoy being Taufik’s girlfriend, their dirty little secret whenever the mood struck his boyfriend. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire that left him gasping for breath. “Fuck me, breed me, knock me up,” Jieren chanted as his eyes rolled back, his mind gone temporarily even as his body was still hard at work, his sweaty muscles flexing as he rode both of them to another climax. “Yup, revenge is served,” Taufik smirked, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride. The end.

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The gym was quiet, save for the faint creak of the building settling in the cool morning air. Aaron and Lucas shuffled in awkwardly, their sneakers scuffing against the polished floor. Neither of them wanted to be here, but they had no choice. Coach Miller had made it clear—this meeting wasn’t optional. Aaron, tall and wiry, with messy chestnut hair and a permanent flush on his fair skin, had been jittery all morning. He’d hardly slept the night before, his mind racing after the coach’s curt demand to “show up and explain yourself.” Beside him, Lucas, who was shorter but stockier with sandy blond hair and a sharp jawline, looked calmer, but Aaron could see the tension in his clenched fists. “You think he’s going to make us run laps or something?” Aaron whispered, his voice tight. Lucas snorted softly, though his usual smirk was absent. “Doubt it. He said it was about the class we skipped, right? Probably just wants us to listen to a lecture.” Aaron nodded, but his stomach churned. They’d skipped the first PE class of the semester, thinking it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s just PE,” Lucas had said, waving it off. “What could we possibly miss?” Apparently, they’d missed more than they’d realized. The heavy sound of a door creaking open startled them both. Coach Miller stepped out of his office, clipboard in hand. His imposing frame filled the doorway, his broad shoulders and square jaw lending him an air of authority that neither boy dared to challenge. “Morning, boys,” Coach said, his deep voice echoing slightly in the empty gym. “Come with me.” Aaron and Lucas exchanged uneasy glances but followed without protest. Coach Miller led them to a smaller, private room off to the side of the gym. The walls were bare, save for a height chart and a mirror, and the only furniture was a desk, a couple of chairs, and a tall cabinet. Coach gestured for them to stand in the center of the room while he set his clipboard on the desk. “You know why you’re here,” he began, his tone brisk. “You decided to skip my first class. And in doing so, you missed something important.” Aaron swallowed hard. “We didn’t think—” “That’s obvious,” Coach interrupted, fixing him with a sharp look. “Yesterday, we did a full-body evaluation. Height, weight, body composition—everything. It’s standard at the start of the semester so we can track your progress. But since you two thought you were above showing up, you didn’t participate.” Lucas shifted uncomfortably. “Can’t we just, like… do it now?” Coach’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “Exactly. That’s why you’re here. Shoes off, shirts off. Let’s get started.” Aaron hesitated, his stomach flipping. He didn’t remember hearing anything about full-body evaluations. Was this really necessary? But the coach’s expectant gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, he kicked off his sneakers and tugged his shirt over his head, his slim torso exposed to the room’s cool air. Lucas followed suit, pulling off his hoodie to reveal his broader, more muscular frame. “Good,” Coach said, picking up his clipboard. “Now the rest. Pants, too.” Aaron blinked. “Wait, what?” Coach arched an eyebrow. “We need accurate measurements. Everyone else yesterday did this without complaints. You’re not going to hold things up, are you?” Lucas tensed, his jaw clenching. “This seems a little—” “Do you really want me to write you up for refusing to cooperate?” Coach’s voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. Aaron’s heart raced as he fumbled with the button of his jeans, reluctantly sliding them down and stepping out of them. Standing there in just his boxer briefs, he felt exposed, his lean legs covered in a faint dusting of hair. Lucas hesitated longer but finally complied, peeling off his joggers to reveal his toned thighs and snug briefs. Coach Miller’s gaze swept over them appraisingly. “Almost there,” he said, his smirk widening. “Boxers off.” Aaron froze, his face burning. “What? Why—” “Full-body examination,” Coach said smoothly. “You skipped it yesterday, so you’re making up for it now. Everyone else had to strip. Are you saying you’re too shy?” Aaron’s face burned hotter, but the coach’s sharp gaze left him no choice. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, his face crimson as he stepped out of them. His slender frame was fully exposed now, his penis soft and resting gently against his thigh, his balls drawn up slightly from the room’s coolness. Lucas let out a frustrated sigh before following suit, his movements stiff and reluctant. His thicker, slightly darker penis hung low, his balls heavier and more pronounced. Both boys stood there awkwardly, their bare bodies on full display. Coach’s eyes lingered on them for a moment before he stepped closer, his clipboard in hand. “Let’s take a look.” Coach Miller stepped closer, his clipboard tucked under one arm, his presence looming over the two exposed boys. Aaron’s face burned as he felt the coach’s gaze on him, his slender frame trembling slightly under the scrutiny. Lucas stood rigid, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as if he were holding back an explosion of words. “Relax,” Coach said, his voice calm but firm. “This is a standard examination. We need to ensure your bodies are in top shape for the semester.” His eyes flicked between them, settling first on Aaron. “Step forward.” Aaron’s stomach twisted as he shuffled forward, his bare feet cold against the polished floor. His hands twitched at his sides, every instinct screaming at him to cover himself, but he didn’t dare. Coach Miller set the clipboard down on a nearby table and reached for the measuring tape in his pocket. “Arms at your sides,” Coach instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Aaron obeyed, his breathing shallow as the coach began the examination. Starting at his shoulders, Coach measured the width of Aaron’s frame, his hands brushing lightly against his skin. Aaron flinched at the contact, his breath hitching, but Coach didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he didn’t care. The tape moved lower, skimming down Aaron’s torso, his ribs, his waist, until it rested just above his groin. Aaron’s body stiffened as the coach’s hand paused, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. “Good muscle tone,” Coach murmured, almost to himself. “Now let’s check the rest.” “The rest?” Aaron’s voice cracked slightly, his face burning. Coach smirked faintly. “Relax. It’s just a measurement.” Before Aaron could react, Coach’s hand moved lower, his fingers wrapping around Aaron’s flaccid penis with a practiced ease that made Aaron’s knees threaten to buckle. The tape measure followed, stretching along the length of Aaron’s shaft. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as the coach’s grip tightened slightly, his touch deliberate but not rough. “Hmm,” Coach mused, tilting his head slightly as he noted the length on his clipboard. “Not bad. But we’ll need to see more.” Aaron blinked, his mind racing. “What do you mean?” Coach didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Lucas, gesturing for him to step forward. Lucas hesitated, his body visibly tense, but he eventually obeyed, his movements stiff and reluctant. Aaron stepped back, his hands twitching as he watched Coach repeat the process. “Same for you,” Coach said, his tone calm as he reached for Lucas. His hand wrapped around Lucas’s thicker length, his grip steady as he measured with the tape. Lucas’s breathing hitched, and he muttered something under his breath, his face dark with humiliation. “Relax,” Coach said again, his smirk widening slightly. “This is just the beginning.” Lucas glared at him but didn’t move, his body rigid as Coach finished taking notes. Setting the clipboard aside, Coach stepped back and addressed them both. “Now, as I said, we’ll need to see more.” Aaron felt his stomach drop. “More of what?” Coach’s smirk deepened. “Your erect measurements. Can’t track progress without a proper baseline, can we?” Lucas let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’ve got to be kidding.” “Not at all,” Coach said, his voice smooth. “It’s part of the process. You skipped class, so you’re making up for it. Now, get yourselves ready.” Aaron’s face burned hotter, his hands twitching at his sides. “You mean we’re supposed to just—” “You’re young, healthy boys,” Coach interrupted. “It shouldn’t take much. Go ahead. Start.” Neither of them moved, their shock and embarrassment freezing them in place. Coach sighed dramatically, stepping forward. “Fine. If you’re too shy, I’ll help you out.” Aaron’s breath caught as Coach’s hand wrapped around him again, this time with a deliberate stroke that made him gasp. His knees buckled slightly, and he grabbed at the edge of the desk for support as Coach continued, his movements slow and measured. Aaron’s body betrayed him, warmth pooling low in his abdomen as his penis began to harden under the coach’s touch. “See?” Coach murmured, his voice low. “Not so hard.” Aaron’s face burned with shame as his erection grew, standing stiff and throbbing in the coach’s hand. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and unwilling arousal. Lucas’s eyes darted between Aaron and the coach, his jaw clenched. “This is insane.” “Then take care of it yourself,” Coach said smoothly, turning his attention to Lucas. “Or do you need encouragement too?” Lucas cursed under his breath but reluctantly wrapped his own hand around his length, his strokes hesitant at first. His cheeks flushed, his movements growing steadier as his body responded. Aaron’s gaze flicked toward him, his own arousal spiking at the sight of Lucas stroking himself. Coach watched them both intently, his smirk never faltering. “Good,” he said, his tone almost approving. “Now keep going. I need to see everything.” Aaron’s strokes quickened, his breathing turning shallow as the heat built within him. His hips jerked involuntarily, his body aching for release. Lucas let out a low, frustrated groan, his strokes growing rougher as his own arousal reached its peak. “Don’t stop,” Coach murmured, stepping closer. “You’re almost there.” Aaron’s strokes faltered as Coach Miller stepped back, his sharp gaze flicking between the two boys. “Don’t slow down now,” he said, his tone calm but commanding. “We’re not done yet.” Aaron’s chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, his hand still gripping his throbbing length. He glanced over at Lucas, whose face was a storm of anger and confusion, though his hand continued its reluctant movement. “This… this can’t be normal,” Aaron muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re telling us you made everyone do this yesterday?” Coach’s smirk widened, though he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he picked up his clipboard, scribbling something down with infuriating composure. “It’s all part of the assessment,” he said smoothly, his eyes never leaving the page. “Body composition, erection measurements, sperm quality—it’s all connected to physical health.” Lucas froze mid-motion, his jaw tightening. “You’re telling me you had the entire class jerk off for you? No way.” Coach looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you questioning the curriculum? Because I assure you, this is standard practice.” Aaron’s stomach churned, his face burning with humiliation. “None of the guys said anything about this. Not one.” “Maybe they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut,” Coach shot back, his tone clipped. “Now, are you two going to cooperate, or am I going to have to report your refusal to participate?” The threat hung heavy in the air, silencing any further protests. Aaron swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he resumed stroking himself. Lucas hesitated, his face dark with resentment, but after a long, tense moment, he muttered a curse under his breath and continued. “Wait,” Aaron said suddenly, his voice tight as he looked up at the coach. “What about the girls? You’re saying you made them do this too?” Coach’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable, his smirk deepening. “Oh, the girls? No, they didn’t participate.” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air. “They just watched.” Aaron’s face went white, his stomach twisting into knots. Lucas’s eyes widened, his breath catching. “You can’t be serious,” he said, his voice strained. Coach shrugged, his expression calm. “It’s all part of the learning process. You skipped, you missed out. Now, enough questions. Keep going.” Aaron’s mind raced, the thought of their classmates—all the girls they knew—watching something like this was unbearable. His strokes grew more mechanical as he tried to block out the situation. His body was working against him, the slick, aching heat in his groin making it impossible to focus on anything else. Each motion sent a jolt of sensation through him, the tension building low in his abdomen with alarming speed. Beside him, Lucas let out a low, frustrated grunt, his own movements becoming faster, more desperate. His muscular frame was taut with effort, the veins in his forearm standing out as his hand worked over his thick, rigid length. “This is bullshit,” he muttered under his breath, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his mounting arousal. Aaron risked a glance at Lucas, and the sight only made his own situation worse. Lucas’s flushed face, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the rhythmic motion of his hand—it all fed into the heat spiraling inside Aaron, his hips twitching involuntarily in response. “Eyes forward,” Coach barked, snapping Aaron’s attention back to the clipboard in his hand. “Focus. This isn’t a competition.” Aaron’s cheeks burned hotter, and he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with tension and the faint, unmistakable sound of slick strokes as both boys struggled to comply. Coach circled them slowly, his gaze sharp and appraising. “Don’t hold back now,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “We need a complete sample. The more you give, the better.” Aaron felt a wave of shame wash over him, but his body refused to stop. The heat in his core built to an unbearable peak, and his strokes quickened, his breathing turning shallow and uneven. He could feel his release approaching, the pressure mounting with each agonizing second. “I… I can’t…” Aaron gasped, his voice breaking. Coach smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Yes, you can. Just let go.” Aaron’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up. With a shuddering cry, his hips jerked forward, and the first hot spurt of semen shot from him, landing on the floor in a sticky arc. He let out a strangled moan, his legs trembling as his release overtook him in wave after wave, each one leaving him more drained than the last. Lucas followed seconds later, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his own climax hit. His strokes faltered, then stopped altogether as thick ropes of cum spilled from him, streaking his thighs and the floor beneath him. He bent forward slightly, his hands gripping his knees as he fought to catch his breath. Coach’s grin widened, and he crouched slightly, inspecting the results with a deliberate slowness that made Aaron’s skin crawl. “Impressive,” he said, his tone laced with approval. He dipped a finger into one of the pools on the floor, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “Good consistency. Healthy color.” Aaron turned his face away, his humiliation complete. Lucas’s fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t say a word, his shoulders heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. Coach straightened, jotting something down on his clipboard. “Well done, boys,” he said, his voice brisk. “That concludes your assessment.” Aaron’s head snapped up. “That’s it?” Coach glanced at him, his smirk firmly in place. “That’s it. You’re free to go.” Neither boy moved, their bodies still frozen in the aftermath of what had just happened. Finally, Coach raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like to stick around for a more thorough evaluation?” Aaron shook his head quickly, reaching for his clothes. Lucas followed suit, his movements stiff and angry as he yanked on his hoodie and joggers. The two of them avoided each other’s eyes as they dressed in silence, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. As they headed for the door, Coach’s voice stopped them. “Oh, and boys?” They turned reluctantly, their gazes wary. “Remember,” Coach said, his smirk widening. “Don’t skip my class again. Next time, the consequences might be even more… involved.” Aaron swallowed hard, his grip tightening on his backpack strap as he nodded quickly. Lucas muttered something under his breath, his jaw clenched as he pushed the door open. The two of them stepped into the hallway, their faces burning with humiliation as they walked away in silence. Neither of them spoke, but one thought lingered in both their minds—they would never look at Coach Miller the same way again. One thing was certain—they would never skip another PE class.

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Spot on sexy. Yup, i love to be sucked and deep throated. when rimming to prepare my btm, i will rim, lick and suck him and his balls.

Just tried Thong Thai KSL. He started the massage by gliding his forearms along my back and brushed my butt cracks a lot. I responded by squeezing my butt muscle, he then started fingering me but still doing the massage strokes professionally. Then come the arm and hand massage, he guided my hand to touch his cock, quite long and thick. After that, he put my hands at the bed edge next to where my head is, and started to rub his cock against my hands. I unzipped him and he unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock for me to suck. Feeling tired, I lied down again and he continued fingering me. I handed him a condom and lube, he adjusted my position to the edge of the bed and then he fucked me. What a crazy experience! He cummed on me after I have cummed. After which, he continue his massage again.

Simply love freeballing ... while in public/ outside which I like also what so brave about this sia

We will always find a part of someone we like, love or lust for more attractive. Thus, its more natural for us to find the cum of someone attractive to us more "tasty" and therefore, we are more willing to taste/swallow their cum.. lol

Get list for male therapist in Ss Abu siti 18, 78, 39, 112, 57, 24, 86, 42 Which one are the most handsome? Haha

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33 Malay 175 65kg married. Fit. I gym, run, and swim. Looking for a long term regular buddy or fitness buddy.

Tried working out nude last week on a weekday afternoon. Quite hesitant at first since it was visibly day time (and yes there's the unnerving security camera), but told myself it's just like an onsen. Surprisingly there were a few people gymming at that time, though only one other was nude. As expected, it was difficult to stay hard while working out. Had to rub it out in between sets just to look impressive in the mirror, and maybe for that added testosterone. When I was done with the workout, a few people came over to touch me. Ended up getting edged on the bench (someone even turned up with lube). Didn't want to finish there, but I was pinned down (albeit willingly) and shot all over the floor. As a responsible gym user, I did clean up after myself. It was quite exhilarating to be exhibiting in broad daylight and to get to admire myself in my full glory in the mirror.

Sunday bulge