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Great weather to swim and tan at Tampines as I seldom go there, saw I few hot guys in the pool and toilet, perhaps "action over or no action" but there is a plump guy naked walking around in the toilet from urinal, shower cubicle, toilet cubicle when I arrived. After I have done close to an hour, he is there 🙄.

Any helping hand or mouth at heartbeat

Part 6 A thank-you note rested atop the neatly folded boxers, the only trace of Yuuji’s presence from the night before at Baxton’s. Even after a late night, Yuuji was already up and off to the gym at the crack of dawn. The sight of the naked rugby hunk sleeping beside him had tempted him to linger a bit longer than usual. Baxton’s iron buns with his rugby shorts tan lines and a back view of his gigantic balls ensured that Yuuji’s morning wood remained upright in his jeans. It’s been a few days since Yuuji had the opportunity to release and it’s almost driving him nuts. He refused to lower himself to the point of taking care of business in a cramped, unsanitary campus restroom with someone taking a dump in the other cubicle. However, after all the visual distractions he’s faced over the last couple of days, he could feel his usual self-control beginning to slip. “Thank you for your kind hospitality. Please don’t trouble yourself with Everett, I’ll return back to my room tonight. When you are free, please allow me to treat you a meal to return the favor. – Yuuji” Baxton was both amused and touched by how formal Yuuji had reverted to when he read the note. He wanted to respond, but then he realized they hadn’t exchanged any contact information. What a disciplined kid, Baxton thought as he stepped into the shower. In fact, thoughts of his new friend lingered throughout the day. Whether he was powering through classes, devouring his meals, or training with the guys late into the night, Yuuji’s face would pop into his mind unexpectedly. It didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he welcomed the pleasant distraction with open arms. Baxton’s schedule was packed back to back, beginning with his core mod classes and ending with an extended night team training. As he gathered up his rugby equipment and locked up the storeroom for the night, Baxton decided to take a detour while the rest of the team headed back to the dorm. He had a suspicious feeling someone was in need of rescuing. “Hey swimmer.” The scene felt almost like déjà vu as Yuuji looked up from his daze, embarrassment washing over him at the realization that his lie had been found out. He was bracing himself to spend another night on the benches. “Come on. Let’s go. I’ll grab some clean clothes from your room.” Yuuji remained silent, offering no resistance to Baxton’s kindness. He felt unworthy of such generosity, yet he had to admit that last night had been the best sleep he’d had since arriving in Singapore. As he trailed slightly behind Baxton on the way back, he could no longer hold back his tears. The overwhelming sense of helplessness was a feeling Yuuji had never experienced before. Forced into a situation of dependence that he despised more than anything, he struggled with his emotions. While Baxton could hear the soft sobs behind him, he refrained from attempting to comfort Yuuji, not wanting to embarrass him further. Though Baxton's restraint might have come across as indifference, Yuuji appreciated the space to process his feelings while still holding onto a sense of dignity. “I’ll grab some fresh clothes for you from your room. Why don’t you head straight to mine? The code is 9023.” Yuuji felt a childlike relief at Baxton’s firm and commanding tone, which was oddly comforting—as if someone was looking out for him. The conversations between the two weary boys at the start of the night were brief yet polite exchanges. After showering, Yuuji automatically slipped into a pair of boxers from Baxton’s wardrobe, even though Baxton had grabbed his Yukata shorts for him. A big smile spread across Baxton’s face when he saw how adorable Yuuji looked lying on his bed in his boxers. As he turned off the lights, he let the towel around his waist drop and walked over to Yuuji. “Goodnight, bro. You’ll be crashing with me for the next two weeks while we figure out your living situation.” Once again, Baxton left no room for Yuuji to argue. Besides, Yuuji was too mesmerized by Baxton’s sculpted physique to find the words. He couldn't help but notice how Baxton’s muscles were still bulging from his intense rugby training earlier. His eyes followed the contours of his obliques and the veins along his pelvic lines that eventually led right to his well-trimmed pubes. But his heart skipped a beat when he observed Baxton’s huge swinging jewels as he walked toward him. It was almost surreal. The length and girth of his shaft persuaded Yuuji that he’s looking at a semi-erect dick. Baxton’s foreskin shielded half of his mushroom head leaving a pinkish tip peeking out at him. Yuuji wondered how much torture this nudist hunk is going to put him through for the next two weeks. With no outlet for release, Yuuji had been getting erections in the most random times and places. He even thought about how he needed to wake up before Baxton every morning so as to calm his morning erections to avoid any embarrassing situation. “Still admiring my body, huh?” Baxton said, flexing his muscles confidently as he caught Yuuji holding his gaze longer than usual. “Since we’re still awake, would you mind if I learned a bit more about my temporary roommate?” It seemed Baxton was eager for a deeper connection beyond just physical attraction to the Japanese stud. “Sure… to be honest, I haven’t had a decent conversation since I got here. My classmates formed cliques during the school orientations I missed. You’re really my first friend,” Yuuji admitted, feeling a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Tell me about your home in Japan. You mentioned something about Fukuoka earlier.” “Well, you remembered right! I grew up in Fukuoka but later moved to Tokyo to study architecture and urban design at the University of Tokyo. About Fukuoka…” Yuuji noticed Baxton kneeling by his bedside, intent on listening. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Please feel free to move closer. You can lie beside me if you want.” “Are you sure? I can just lay on my sleeping bag,” Baxton replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. “Your mattress is almost as wide as a double. It should fit us both just fine. But if you’d rather, I can sleep on the floor for these two weeks.” Without needing another invitation, Baxton eagerly moved his pillow onto the bed and lay down next to his new roommate. While Yuuji was right about the bed’s size, Baxton’s larger frame made for a snug fit for the two athletes, though neither of them minded. As Yuuji talked about the rolling flower fields of Nokonoshima, the sparkling waters of Momochi Beach, and the network of waterways that wound through his hometown, his enthusiasm grew. He described the sights, the sounds, the smells… and the delectable tastes of Hakata ramen and other local delicacies. Fukuoka was more than just a place for Yuuji. It was a tapestry of experiences from his childhood. Sharing these memories with Baxton stirred feelings of home and fond memories of family. With Baxton’s curious questions, Yuuji found himself opening up, talking for over an hour. It was as if the shy, soft-spoken boy had transformed, expressing himself with newfound joy. Even though Baxton eventually drifted off to sleep, Yuuji took no offense. He was simply grateful to have found a new friend—someone he felt he could trust in this foreign land. Yuuji gazed warmly at Baxton as his breathing turned into soft snores. He could have admired the view for hours if it weren’t for his own drowsiness. Turning cautiously toward Baxton, Yuuji wrapped an arm around his waist, planted a gentle kiss on the edge of his shoulder, and whispered, “Thank you.”

Part 5 Once the lights went out, Baxton took a final leak and emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his boxers. A sliver of moonlight seeped through the drawn curtains, just enough to highlight his impressive physique. His rugby training had turned his arms into thick, muscular ropes, veins snaking through them like rivers of strength. Baxton looked like he could easily lift Yuuji with just one arm, and that thought was certainly on his mind. Although he wasn’t the team captain, his physique could easily rival Everett’s muscular frame. Yuuji’s eyes lingered on Baxton’s broad, commanding chest as he made his way over to his sleeping bag. The two firm pectorals were smooth and polished, glowing bronze from their sun-soaked training sessions. Yuuji noticed a single bead of sweat trickling down the ridge between them and vanishing into the valley of his sternum. While Baxton wasn’t as ripped as Yuuji, the defined contours of his abdominal muscles still spoke volumes about his core strength. Yuuji scrutinized the upper half of Baxton’s body with such intensity that it made Baxton feel a bit self-conscious. He refrained from letting his gaze drift lower, knowing that such liberties could easily lead him to cross boundaries he had been careful to avoid for years. However, Yuuji’s dick was responding to the visual stimulation more honestly than Yuuji would have afforded himself. The tenting in his loose boxers was undeniably apparent, even though he was oblivious to this development. “Are you zoning out or just admiring my body?” The direct question hit Yuuji, making him realize his wandering gaze had been caught. “I… I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to stare; I was just lost in thought.” Yuuji’s nervous stuttering completely undermined his excuse. “Hahaha… I’m just messing with you. I’ve been pushing myself in training for the upcoming rugby season, hitting the gym more often and stepping up the intensity. I can bench 200 pounds now! What do you think of my chest?” Baxton then proceeded to flex his chest and arms in different poses, entirely at ease like a seasoned bodybuilder. Yuuji could see Baxton’s pride in his impressive physique, and rightfully so. “Impressive.” Yuuji tried to keep his praise in check, afraid it might reveal his deeper attractions. “Come on. Impressive? I worked hard for these muscles. They’re not just for show… they’re solid as a rock. Go ahead, touch them.” Baxton’s confidence was teetering on the edge of narcissism, a side of him that Yuuji hadn’t noticed at first. He plopped down at the edge of the bed and yanked Yuuji up by his wrist with an assertive tug. Yuuji’s reserved demeanor had been railroaded by Baxton’s shamelessness. Baxton took Yuuji’s hand and placed it on his bulging biceps, flexing dramatically. Yuuji gave a cursory squeeze to those muscles before sliding his hand up to Baxton’s delts, offering a gentle massage before pulling back. “You’ve got to show me how to level up at the gym.” “The secret is really in lifting heavy weights. Don’t waste your effort on easy, high-rep sets…” Baxton resumed, taking Yuuji’s hand and placing it on his chest to continue explaining. “These muscles right here? I hit them with 3 sets of 3 reps each. But I make sure they feel the burn…” Baxton’s voice faded into the background as Yuuji focused entirely on the hunk before him. He knew he was enjoying this moment a bit too much, but he had never been so tactile with another guy, especially not someone as built as Baxton. He traced his fingers over the muscle fibers that spanned across Baxton’s chest, marking the contours of each half. His index finger slowly glided down the smooth ridge at the center and inched its way along the right underside toward that beautiful, soft nipple he longed to plant his lips on. His throbbing tool was begging for satisfaction, but Yuuji was fully enthralled by the gorgeous specimen in front of him. He pressed his entire palm against Baxton’s chest, enjoying the sensation with gentle tugs and squeezes. What had become of the disciplined and self-controlled person he had always prided himself on being? Yuuji wondered. Baxton was so indulged in his own soliloquy that Yuuji felt a certain freedom to take it further. Yuuji’s palm slid calmly over Baxton’s right areola with the touch of his fingers trailing off on the nipple itself. Baxton gradually went silent. He knew his ramblings were falling on deaf ears as Yuuji secured his chest as his personal playground. Yuuji didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Like a moth drawn to the light, Yuuji used both his hands and repeated the same motion on Baxton’s chest with such intentionality to arouse him. This time, his thumbs pressed in a little on Baxton’s nipples as his palms trailed off. Baxton gasped and let out a hint of a moan. Yuuji realized he had gone too far for too long and pulled back immediately. “You have a very nice chest yourself, bro. Mind if I touch it?” Baxton’s urges had been triggered. He wanted to be respectful to his guest, but his own passions were kindled within his boxers. “Hmm… sure,” Yuuji instinctively knew he had just given consent to have sexual relations with another guy. He also knew that all logic, reason, and propriety would have gone out of the window if Baxton manhandled his chest with his big, calloused hands. Everything within him pulled on the emergency brakes, and a yawn came out of his mouth. “I’m getting sleepy. I have a morning class. Can we talk tomorrow instead?” Yuuji lay down on his pillow. He suddenly became very aware that his erect dick was tenting in his boxers, almost protruding out of them from the gaping hole. Yet, he couldn’t risk paying more attention to it by covering it up with his hands. Baxton sat there for a moment, perturbed by the abrupt end to their night. “Alright. Goodnight bro. Good talk. Have a good rest.” Baxton flopped onto his bed, casually kicked off his boxers, and made a clean toss into the laundry basket, all in one fluid motion. He had sent a bold final signal. An indication of attraction. An expression of intention. The sensual touching of his ripped admirer has launched massive 7-incher into a fully erection. Should Yuuji turn sideways to peer down at him from his bed, he would have been entrapped by Baxton’s delicious bait. Yuuji froze while his dick throbbed like it was climaxing. Yet, he fought hard to remain still until he could hear Baxton’s light snoring. It wasn’t long before he drifted into a night filled with sensual dreams about his kind benefactor.

Part 1 The unusually long monsoon rains that battered the region did little to dissuade Yuuji from tenaciously attacking his laps at the pool or the track whenever there was a respite in the weather. With a sharp dive, he shattered the glassy surface surface of the Olympic-sized swimming pool, sending ripples cascading outward. The tranquil atmosphere after the rain was gleefully interrupted by the rhythmic splashes of Yuuji’s measured pulls and kicks, executed with near-perfect timing. His swimming strokes could easily put any observer into a state of zen. His speed was brisk yet unhurried, laborious yet fluid, intense yet remarkably coordinated—like a finely tuned machine. Yuuji didn’t swim for applause or attention; he was indifferent to others sharing the pool with him. This quiet introvert was accustomed to training solo in his private lap pool back home in Japan. Having transferred to the top university in Singapore for his course, he found himself sharing everything - the pool, the dorm room, even the showers. This drastic change didn’t sit well with him, but his resilient nature meant you’d never hear a hint of complaint from him. Nevertheless, Yuuji is a lone wolf and will always be. Yuuji’s steady momentum was suddenly disrupted by a massive splash as if someone had cannonballed himself into the lane beside him. He quickly refocused and executed a tight flip-turn as he approached the wall. Meanwhile, Baxton hastily pulled down his goggles to catch up with his sole competitor. His loosely fitted Aussiebum nylon trunks nearly slipped off in the rush. Nonetheless, it was amazing how someone with such a muscular build could glide through the water with such finesse and speed. In contrast to Yuuji’s technique, Baxton’s strokes were bold and a bit arrogant. His natural competitiveness drove him to close the gap on anyone he saw as a challenger. Baxton was still feeling the aches from a rugby game the previous day and had intended to take it easy with some recovery laps. The sight of Yuuji’s impressive swimming reignited his competitive spirit. Stroke after stroke, Baxton inched closer and closer to his self-proclaimed rival. Every fiber of his muscles screamed in protest, but his pride wouldn’t let him slow down or give up. He had been drilled to push through, not back down. The duo swam through the waters in near-perfect synchronicity, even as the rain threatened to mar their stellar performance. Yuuji, focused on his pursuit of excellence, and Baxton, intent on besting his rival, remained oblivious to the heavy downpour that had returned with a vengeance. Yuuji had five more laps to go. Baxton was determined to touch every wall just a heartbeat faster than Yuuji, just in case this was Yuuji’s last lap. Despite his fatigue, Baxton couldn’t help but steal glances at his competitor’s striking physique. Yuuji, with his subtle tan, still had a complexion that could be called porcelain-like—flawless and taut. They wrapped around his muscles delicately betraying every fiber, vein, and vessel. The half-Japanese boy was ripped like a runway model. Or, in Baxton’s mind, he resembled the Japanese models from the naughty sites he purveyed every night before he slept. Not the gay ones. The hunks who were fucking girls. Baxton restricted himself to watching certain kinds of visual indulgences, somewhat to reassure himself that he was still walking the straight path. His vigorous climatic endings were timed, however, according to the explosive finishes of the boy hunks. As Baxton glided through the water, his gaze couldn’t help but drift past Yuuji’s stunning abs down to the pristine white arena trunks, which were so low-cut they offered barely concealed the boy’s tool or his bubblicious butt. If it weren’t for the way his muscles craved more blood flow, Baxton’s own dick would have strained against the confines of his snug nylon trunks. Yuuji kept a steady pace throughout his final lap, opting not to make a last-minute dash to outswim Baxton. Almost as soon as he touched the wall, he pulled himself out of the pool in a swift motion and quickly walked away from his unexpected swimming companion. Baxton was taken aback by Yuuji’s utter lack of sociability. He had expected a friendly exchange of sorts, but none was granted. He saw Yuuji slip on swim shorts and scurry off in the pouring rain. What a guy! Baxton took a big gulp of the chlorinated water and sprayed it in the air like an Olympic swimmer finishing his race and sank back into the quietness of the water. Images of Yuuji’s boyish charm and athletic physique floated through his wandering thoughts as he relaxed in the water. “I must meet him again,” he thought. --- For those who enjoyed the Part 1 of this story, stay tuned for the subsequent chapters. For those who want to savor my previous story "My Triathlete Buddies" you may access them them in the link below. http://swimboy87.wordpress.com

There were quite a few men with fully shaved pubes today at San Onsen. Almost everyone was naked, and there were no small towels provided. Some of the patrons came with friends, some patrons made friends, but I did not see any action - then again, I was in the pools most of the time.

Near Bishan / AMK, any drivers up for car fun ? Grope while driving etc. 31, 182, 104, local chn, bear build. Muscular arms, chest and shoulders, with belly. Handsome looking.

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Hosting for light / edging fun at 3pm. North.

Very true...those come after 5pm usually are statues from closed HOOK CLUB....

Looking for massage now in east

So far didn't see action, but there's people around, haha Maybe you wait for me then I wait for you

Anybody went to SPGG today evening on 15 Feb? There is a guy wearing a cute pattern green trunk in the spa.. haha he has a nice underwear!

Area at the shed and nearby forest is blackout..... Nude walks possible... Nude run now Don't miss this blackout

29, 169cm 65kg bottom looking for a long term top Small bubble butt and girly legs - can chat and exchange to see how far it goes! Only Chinese, Malay or whites sorry preferably slightly toned body, with a good cock to train my blowing skills. Nsa only fun

Monday 10th afternoon close to Nex, at a carpark. You a discreet chinese man in your 40s, living in the west. You sucked like a eager cocksucker who wanted it in his throat. You swallowed. Pm me if you're here. Lost grindr account. Would love to feed you again.

Fit stocky married chn 53 yo, 175 85. Looking for exercise buddy together.

I went yesterday, this is my first time going. The receptionist arranged Philips for me. To be honest, he's not my type. I like those with large chest and abdominal muscles or those with thin muscles. Philips is a bit meaty, but it doesn't appear bulky. I have requested an off peak promotion. Thirty minute scrub and sixty minute essential oil massage. I have to say, I really like his flirting techniques. Especially during the scrubs process, the particles constantly stimulate my balls and asshole, causing me to feel numb all over my body, except for an erection below. At the essential oil massage stage, it can only be said that you cannot demand higher massage techniques here, but the techniques are still sensory, and in the end, even gave a special massage to my nipples. During our conversation, he told me that he can indeed help my dice with hand at 50 and play dice with him at 80. I didn't add it. Another thing that makes me feel uncomfortable is the faint damp odor in the room. Due to my sensitivity to odors and the fact that the price is not cheap, massage sensory but not professional, so I will carefully consider whether to try again.

Sounds like a good time was had by all. I have had similar experience, but with fewer people playing with my body. And I agree with you, we all pay our money to be there to have fun, so there's no need to be shy.

As a fellow 42-year-old with one of the redditors I too relate to the sentiment of “forgive and forget’ for the sake of not engulfing ourselves in bitterness. But on the other hand, that view shows how much of an emotional burden it can be for many... the fact ‘forgiveness’ is required is a sign of how the effect of NS on its male population may have more detrimental effect than its intended benefits at a national level. I’m not a nationalistic person by any means - I think Nationalism is a dangerous mindset that leads to the othering of people you don’t understand. I’m also quite a softie who found it hard to adapt to this world of superficial machismo, but I realise also how it did have a hand in toughening me up; the rituals one goes through. Like sleeping fitfully and unwashed for days, for three hours a night, in a shared basha, does set you up for whatever small privations one may have in terms of comfort in future. As a ‘potato’ I learnt to make friends with guys I avoided in my younger days out of snobbery or perceived class barriers. NS can be a great equaliser in that regard. Whenever I listen to some foreigners who have never had to endure even a short period of time of doing what they don’t want to do, it becomes clear how they can be extremely entitled and egotistic and with zero perspective for anything other than their own wants and desires. Many people need taking down a peg or two to make them better people, and NS does that. I just don’t think it requires 2 years (in my case two years four months - and the last four months involved an overseas exercise so that made a world of difference in terms of workload) My problem with it was how NS chose to utilise me and all the other men - it is very narrow in its wants and aims. I was in the army, and went through a couple of units and realised many regulars who were in charge did not want efficiency, rather the appearance of hard labour. Quite a few of the regulars had unideal lives outside of the army, they had extramarital affairs, drank heavily. They were generally moody and used their position to take it out on the men who were technically enslaved.to them. In no other field of work can you keep shouting at someone and not have them lash back at you and quit. I think such professions always attract the wrong people, but I suppose in war there is no room for sentiment. All governments want a human fighting machine. During the pandemic when it suddenly became apparent how much locals were dependent on foreign labour for all the things we take for granted will get done in Singapore, it occured to me that at this point NS should be diversified to really be a National Service, whereby conscripts can choose from a selection of jobs that can benefit the nation in a broader way - healthcare, construction and maintenance, food preparation. Make NS a form of apprenticeship to various vital trades (or even non-vital but frequently-needed ones; learning how to do fine masonry or tiling or parquetry for instance, for those so inclined, or finding apprentices for all the good Hawkers on whose shoulders our national food culture rests) Personally whenever I watch documentaries on the preservation of historic monuments and the specialised work it takes to do them, and the pride the locals feel in producing such work, it makes me wonder if we wouldn’t feel a greater sense of pride for our country if ourHDB flats were at least partly constructed by our own hands, or we understood a small part of how the MRT systems work. We would also be able to make use of these skills beyond our two-year period. It’s such an opportunity to move in the direction of self-sufficiency and all it is currently used for is to get young boys to run around aimlessly. Let’s be honest, at this point no one wants to wage war on us, we hold the wealth and property of all the richest people from every country and in the grand scheme of things we still are too small to be a threat.

Hi. Any lean guys looking for a free manhood massage tonight? my friend is doing and I’m learning from him. pm me

Part 4 “Hey, thanks for folding all my laundry! Sorry about the mess again. Let’s put on the new bedsheet together—I’ll take this side.” As they pulled off the old bedsheet, Baxton’s iPad slipped out from under the blanket and thudded onto the floor. Yuuji quickly picked it up, feeling a bit guilty, and turned it on to check its condition. “It should be fine, no worries,” Baxton said, rushing over from his side of the bed to grab it. Yuuji glanced at the screen and couldn’t help but break into a huge grin before handing it back to Baxton. It turned out to be one of his Japanese video clips from a rather questionable website, featuring a handsome guy in swimming trunks alongside a masked girl. Baxton’s face turned beet red as he fumbled to turn it off, at a complete loss for how to respond to the embarrassing discovery. “It’s my turn to take a shower,” Yuuji said politely, gently pulling Baxton out of his embarrassment. Yuuji was taken aback by the luxurious Aesop toiletries used by the rugged hunk. He found himself captivated by the Germanium-scented shower gel as he applied it to his tired muscles. It was well past his usual bedtime, and a warm, soothing shower was exactly what he needed to help his weary body wind down and recover. “Hey, Baxton, could you grab my shampoo from the front pouch of my bag?” he asked, knowing that Baxton used a menthol shampoo that was a bit too intense for his scalp. Without warning, Baxton burst into the shower quicker than anticipated, shampoo in hand. Yuuji quickly turned his back to Baxton in surprise. The stunning bathroom, the delightful fragrances, and all the sensual elements Yuuji had experienced over the past two days had become overwhelming for the young man to handle. Baxton caught a glimpse of his beautiful Japanese uncut dick before he managed to hide it. His cute five-incher had been growing in eagerness to be touched. If he wasn’t mistaken, Yuuji was cleanly shaved with absolutely no trace of any stubbles. “Oh…You can leave it on the floor. Thanks, bro.” Baxton lingered on helplessly at the sight of this artistic sculpture of a stud. While Yuuji didn’t have the broadest shoulders, his well-defined deltoids made his frame wider, especially as they tapered to a slim waist. Yuuji’s muscles undulated beneath his skin as he reached back to scrub his back. The curve of his spine was highlighted by the tautness of his skin, leading Baxton’s gaze down to Yuuji’s bubble butt. Baxton couldn’t help but think about how powerful those two beautiful buns were, especially after witnessing Yuuji’s flutter kicks in the pool. “Baxton…” Yuuji’s voice broke through Baxton’s daydream, instantly snapping him back to reality. He quickly left the shower room, hoping to hide the noticeable bulge in his towel from all the ogling he had been doing. Yuuji emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, looking incredibly appealing and smelling delightful. Baxton had already changed into his boxer shorts and was sprawled out on his sleeping bag, which served as a thin mattress. “Baxton, thanks for letting me crash here tonight. I really hope I can get back to my room tomorrow.” “Hey, it’s not right for you to sleep on a bench. Let me see what I can do to sort things out with Everett in the morning.” “Thanks so much. I really owe you one. But I have another favor to ask… I didn’t expect to be here tonight, so I didn’t pack anything, and I really don’t want to return to my room for it. Would it be okay if I slept in my jeans on your bed?” Yuuji asked shyly. “There’s no way you’ll get a good night’s sleep in those jeans. Even with the fan on high, it’ll be super uncomfortable. Do you have a clean pair of underwear with you? If not, I can lend you my boxers,” came the reply. “Hmmm… alright, I’ll wear yours. I promise I’ll wash them before giving them back,” Yuuji said, embarrassed to ask for help. He was naturally very independent. Turning away from Baxton’s direct gaze, Yuuji slipped into a pair of his white boxers, which were a size too big. He had to hold onto the worn waistband to keep them up. The cotton had thinned to the point of being almost sheer, and the buttons had long since disappeared, leaving a breezy gap for ventilation. “Sorry about the old boxers! But trust me, they’re way more comfortable than my rugby shorts or those skinny jeans. I usually sleep naked, but when I have guests or a roommate, I make an effort to wear something at least.” “No, really, I appreciate your hospitality. You do not need to put on something just because I’m here. You can sleep naked if you want. I already feel bad for the inconvenience I’ve caused you.” Baxton burst out laughing at how overly polite Yuuji was being, which was something he had heard about Japanese culture but was now witnessing firsthand. Yuuji looked a bit puzzled by Baxton’s sudden laughter. “Sorry, man. You can drop the formalities with me. Just relax. We’re not in Japan, so be yourself around me. Fine, I’ll take off my boxers after we turn off the lights, alright? It’s almost two-thirty. Do you have class in the morning?” Yuuji nodded with a slight delight and then flopped onto Baxton’s bed. Baxton’s easygoing attitude seemed to help Yuuji unwind; he could see the tension in Yuuji’s shoulders start to melt away.

Part 3 Yuuji rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone. It was 1:14 AM. Just an hour had passed, and he knew this night would be tough. “Hello.” “If I’m not mistaken, you were swimming beside me in the rain yesterday?” “Uh, yeah, I was swimming yesterday.” Yuuji finally made eye contact with the tanned, handsome young man. “You’re a great swimmer! I struggled to keep pace with you, especially after my rugby match. We should definitely swim together again. What other sports do you play? By the way, I’m Baxton.” “Thanks! I’m Yuuji. I just moved here.” “Moved here, as in?” “I’m a transfer architecture student from Japan. I just started this semester.” “Wait… are you Everett’s new roommate?!” Baxton’s question caught Yuuji off guard, and he sat up straight. Without needing a reply, Baxton’s expression shifted to one of genuine concern. “You’re here because you got kicked out of your room, aren’t you?” “No, no, not at all! I just have some work to finish.” Baxton saw right through Yuuji’s flimsy excuse about Everett’s awful behavior. “You won’t be able to sleep here. Come over to my room. I have a single and a sleeping bag.” Before Yuuji could respond to the offer, Baxton began gathering his things for him. Baxton’s heart raced as they made their way back to the dorms. He couldn’t believe how quickly he had been granted the chance to meet up with his swimmer hunk. Some questions he had harbored now surfaced spontaneously in his mind as they engaged in light conversation. Are tiny white trunks… indicative of homosexual inclinations or just a bold choice of swimwear? Completely ignoring me at the pool… does it mean he’s homophobic or simply hopes to steer clear of any unwanted sexual encounters with guys? Baxton certainly wasn’t hoping for anything out of the ordinary to happen with Yuuji tonight. But his curiosity… or sexual curiosity toward this geeky stud, was surely piqued. Baxton lived just a few doors from Yuuji on the same floor as the other rugby guys. As he swung open the door, a strong wave of Baxton’s musky cologne enveloped Yuuji, hitting him with a sense that was both overwhelming and strangely comforting. He followed closely behind as the door clicked shut, catching a mix of the cologne and Baxton’s natural scent that stirred something deep and satisfying in his gut. Yuuji had always been sensitive to smells, each telling him a story. This particular aroma made him feel that Baxton was strong and manly—almost intimidatingly—but also kind and gentle. It eased his tension despite the chaos he noticed in the room. “I’m really sorry about the mess. Feel free to jump in the shower while I tackle this laundry,” Baxton said, shifting uncomfortably. “No, man, please. I don’t want to be a bother. If you don’t mind, I can fold your laundry and tidy up while you shower,” Yuuji insisted. That was undoubtedly an unexpected request, Baxton mused. Could there be a cultural gap in play? It felt strange for another guy to fold laundry, yet Baxton yielded to the squatter’s earnest plea. With a touch of hesitation and a hint of mischief, he peeled off his rugby jersey and shorts, striding over to toss them into the laundry basket dressed only in his black Nike jockstrap. He was acutely aware of his near-nakedness and the intense gaze of Yuuji. “Do you mind putting a fresh bedsheet on for me? It’s in the basket right under the bed. You’ll sleep on the bed tonight while I take the sleeping bag… No arguments, please. I insist. After all, in Japanese culture, treating guests with respect is a top priority, right?” Yuuji quickly tackled the laundry and bedsheets while Baxton enjoyed a long shower in the ensuite bathroom. This room was a world apart from his twin; for one, it had a proper toilet door. In contrast, his room had a moldy shower curtain as the only barrier. The persistent, sweaty stench of dirty laundry was a constant assault on anyone brave enough to step inside. Yuuji often wondered how any girl could tolerate sleeping in that room with Everett. Baxton’s room, in comparison, smelled wonderful—even his laundry had a fresh scent. Yuuji took a clean, folded jersey and pressed it against his face, taking a deep breath. Ahhh… it almost felt like… home. While Baxton relaxed in the shower, Yuuji indulged in his favorite pastime—organizing everything neatly. He folded Baxton’s jerseys, shorts, and even his well-worn jockstraps and boxer shorts with meticulous care, just like his mother taught him. As Yuuji took out the new bedsheet, he smiled as he stumbled upon the tube of KY lubricant and the transparent fleshlight by his bedside lamp. The sight of Baxton in his jockstrap, coupled with his sex toy, seemed to gradually shift Yuuji’s view of Baxton from a kind stranger… to a sexy rugby hunk. Yuuji had always been sure of his own sexuality. He liked guys. Strong, muscular, manly guys. Guys like Baxton. However, Yuuji chastised himself with mental restraint like none other. He knew the societal and familial backlash he would receive if anyone had uncovered his inclinations. Thus, he denied any opportunity for romantic relationships or lust-filled quickies. He kept himself pure. Surprisingly, Yuuji never found himself captivated by pornography like many of his peers. Perhaps it was because his friends in Japan only introduced him to straight films, or maybe he simply valued genuine intimacy over mere visual indulgences. Without a doubt, Yuuji was a disciplined twenty-year-old, yet he couldn’t ignore the growing sexual awareness that came with approaching his twenties. He had begun to experience more frequent nocturnal emissions, mainly when he couldn’t act on his desires. His sexual daydreams were becoming increasingly vivid, especially as he found himself drawn to the more attractive men his age. Yuuji’s flurry of activities was pleasantly interrupted by Baxton stepping out of the steamy shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Part 2 Yuuji could hardly keep his eyes open as he finalized the last touches on his sketch. Anyone familiar with the life of an architecture student knows it's incredibly grueling. Although Yuuji ranked among the top students at his college in Japan, adjusting to life in Singapore was hardly a breeze. The lecturers had high expectations, especially given his father's reputation as a renowned architect behind several notable case studies in their research. The seemingly endless workload forced architecture students to spend late nights at school or pull all-nighters in the hostel. Yuuji was no exception. Alongside his heavy academic responsibilities, he also had to navigate life with his... dormitory mates. Having just received last-minute approval for his dorm application, he found himself randomly plunged into a rowdy sports dormitory. His roommate, Everett, happened to be the rugby team captain. He treated every roommate he ever got as the bane of his existence. Everett had a knack for ensuring every assigned roommate either transferred out or faced a constant barrage of torment, all so he could take full ownership of the room. None of the roommates dared to take on someone as built as Everett. So, one by one, out they went. The first night Yuuji shifted into his dorm, Everett had a girl sleepover without first informing his new roommate. Yuuji was rudely awakened by the shameless whelps of the girl as the rugby beast pounded her from behind to no end. It happened again two hours later. This time, his eyes opened to the sweaty naked captain carrying and fucking her like a ragdoll. Everett's sexual prowess was well-known among cheerleaders and his rugby teammates. The night's activities left a multitude of sexual thoughts coursing through Yuuji's over-tired mind. Much as he was aroused by the sporadic sex scenes, he was also turned off by the whole shamelessness of the situation. Being an incredibly private person, Yuuji considered sex to be an intimate affair between two individuals, not something to be displayed so frivolously. His first night in the dorm room left him sexually charged, disgusted, and exhausted, all at the same time. His simplistic brain could not make sense of all of it. The mad pounding early in the morning was the last straw. He grabbed his Muji bag pack and stormed out for his gym session before class began. "Cass is staying tonight again. Maybe this whole week. If you mind the noise, stay with a friend." Yuuji was infuriated when he received the obnoxious text from his roommate later that afternoon. Still, he knew better than to lodge a formal complaint. Doing so would incur the wrath of the entire rugby team. After dinner, he found a secluded study table in school to set up camp. He tried to self-soothe by telling himself he had a ton of work to complete anyway. He meticulously wiped down the table's surface before organizing his workspace just as he liked it: drawing charcoal on the left, sketch pad in the center, phone and laptop directly in front, and water bottle to the right. The classical symphonies flowing through his noise-canceling headphones drowned out the annoying sounds of the crickets outside. He was truly in the zone. Yuuji immersed himself in his creativity for hours, losing track of time in the enjoyable rhythm of his work. Some might label him eccentric, but he found great satisfaction in a well-organized schedule incorporating fixed work, exercise, and reading times. He swam thirty laps thrice weekly at the same pace. His fitness routine also included three 10-kilometer runs and four gym workouts—two dedicated to upper body strength, one focused on his lower body, and the last aimed at improving his core strength and flexibility. Yuuji typically went to bed at midnight and rose at seven in the morning. His day began with a refreshing fruit juice and ended with a protein shake. He carefully monitored his intake to reach a daily total of two thousand two hundred calories, which helped him maintain his muscular build and low body fat percentage. While many aspire to a disciplined lifestyle, Yuuji actually lives it. His love for simplicity, neatness, and cleanliness further sets him apart from others, particularly from his rugby roommate, who embodies a much messier lifestyle. Yuuji powered down his workstation at twelve o'clock and rested his head on the table, hoping to grab some sleep in that awkward position. He knew this wasn't a lasting solution, but he needed a full night's uninterrupted rest to get through class the following day. His mind was still clouded with the vivid sex scenes from the night before. The absence of a private space left him feeling sexually pent up without an opportunity for release. While his days were consumed by work, the serenity of the night allowed his imagination to roam freely into the realm of sensuality. An hour later, he jolted awake to find a familiar face with bright, sharp eyes gazing at him. "Hey, swimmer."

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I am back with another story… Few weeks ago, while using the g app, one guy texted me and wanted me to go to his office at One Raffles Place toilet to have sex. I agreed and I met him at 7pm. Highest floor of the mall, I was in one cubicle preparing cleaning up as it was after a whole day work. After I cleaned up, it was the appointment timing I heard someone coming in. The guy very young ard less than 35 year old, fit, cute and lean toned. It got me horny and hard seeing him praying hard that it shld be the guy for fun and true enough he is. He was kneeling inside the cubicle sucking my dick and requested to have the toilet door half opened. I rejected his requested. Begin to kiss his lip, neck and work my way down his nice silky toned body and all the way to his dick. Suck him for awhile but he told me in my ear that he prefers to suck and he began to kneel and take my dick all the way down. Like a lolipop. Sucking my dick till wet, he then put the lube on my dick and ask me to fuck him raw. Since he wanted it badly, i start to fuck him and as he begin moan i begin to fasten my pace till I cummed inside of him. Abt 25 mins. It was abit stressful as mid way, i think someone was in the toilet peeing. We got to stop awhile. Overall, he likes the feeling of my dick and the load I cum in his ass. We are keeping in touch for more.

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Few years back, my company was looking for a part timer to do data entry. Knowing that a Malaysian friend of mine who has an exec wear fetish as strong as me is in between jobs, I asked if he was keen to take up this one week assignment - he readily agreed. While not a requirement to be dressed in formal wear as a part timer, he turned up for work on the first day, smartly dressed in his neatly pressed black long sleeve shirt, a grey formal dress pants, a Black Braun Buffet dress belt matching his Black Rad Russel dress shoe. My boss told me to take charge of him since he is my friend. We went back to my desk with me sitting down and briefing him, while he stood beside me. To get a closer look at my computer screen, he took a step closer towards me and his crotch was just right beside my elbow. I could feel the warmth from his crotch and my mind slowly drifted away from the briefing. D : Hey, what's up with the daze? *laughs Me : Oh, sorry, where was I? D : You mean before you stared at my crotch? Haha. Me : *blushes sorry sorry, let's continue let's continue I arranged for him to sit in one of the desk diagonally opposite mine, back facing me. As the day progressed, I found myself stealing many glances at him... Molesting him from his back with my eyes. His smooth and slightly shiny pants attracts my attention each time I look up. And I noticed he was wearing a pair of black sheer socks with thin stripes, it matches well with his well polished Rad Russel leather shoes. As my eyes roamed all over him, my dick got hard as well. Fuck. He made me so horny. Soon it was lunch time, I went to his desk, place my hand on his shoulder and asked if he wants to do lunch together. D : Do you mind if à third person join us? Me : Who would that be? D : A friend working nearby, you know him too actually... I could guess who that guy is, it must be H. H is another Malaysian guy who has exec wear fetish and I had a fun with him a few times before after work since he's working in the next building. Off we went to an eatery at the foot of H's office block to have lunch. H was surprised to see me, but quickly eased into the party. H and D sat side by side opposite me, giving me a good view of both of them in their office wear. (D in his smart looking black exec shirt.) H was in a long sleeve business shirt buttons that contrast his shirt colour plus a pair of navy blue trousers with a classic dress belt strapped around his waist. He sat diagonally opposite me and when raised his feet, resting his right ankle on his left knee, I could see his black ribbed socks in that position. What truly turned me on was his pair of pointy and shiny leather shoes from Pedro. Lunching with both of them in their smart exec wear is such a treat. (I'll say this is pretty similar to what H was wearing) After we're done eating, knowing that I don't smoke, D asked me if I wanted to head back to office first while he go for a smoke break. As we parted, I was surprised that H went off together with D as I know H doesn't smoke. I decided to follow them at a distance as they walked towards the lift lobby. Instead of turning right to the exit towards the smoking point at the loading bay, they made a left turn instead towards the male toilet. I followed them in, careful with my footsteps so as not to let them hear me. Once I'm in the toilet, they were nowhere in sight. There were 3 cubicles. But one is closed. The both of them must be in there. I got curious, so I went to the cubicle beside them and listened out for noises. Soon I started hearing sounds of them kissing and the sounds of belts unbuckling. They were careful about noises but I could still hear a bit of heavy breathing and what sounded like a blowjob in action. Shortly after, I hear sounds of some deep sniffing. Curious, I sat on the toilet bowl and bent my head down towards the opening at the bottom of the partition between our cubicle. I saw H kneeling down in front of D who is sitting on the toilet bowl. D had only 1 side of his Rad Russel shoes on. I took out my camera and tried to snap what is happening in the cubicle and managed to capture H holding D's leather shoes to his nose and sniffing hard while D is watching him while playing with both his nipples through his black exec shirt. D's dick was fucking hard and was sticking out of his exec pants. (This is very much similar to what I saw - D's hard dick sticking out of his exec pants zipper) Soon, D used his hands to pull H's face towards his rock hard dick and H started to suck D earnestly. I could see D trying very hard to control his moans. H's dick was also hard and H unzipped himself and pulled his dick out of his navy exec pants zipper while continue to suck on D's dick. H was already leaking precum quite heavily at that time and as he gave his dick a few strokes, his precum dripped onto D's black leather shoes that is placed on the floor in front of H's dick. At this time, H took a break from sucking D's dick and picked up D's leather shoes. H started to lick his own precum off D's leather shoes and D is super turned on by that. My camera was on video mode and recording this the whole time as I watched their actions on my phone screen, at the same time leaking precum from my hard dick wetting my underwear. Suddenly, a message came in and my phone vibrated. Me : Shit! I blurted out softly. D : *whispering to H - Fuck! Someone's outside? I hear them pulling up their pants and fumbling to buckle up their belt while I stood up and exited the cubicle, making a dash for the toilet door. Just before I took the last step out of the toilet, I heard their cubicle door open. I didn't look back, I quickly went towards the nearest door leading towards the loading bay and exited the building. Back in the office, I sat down and tried my best to calm myself down. 5 minutes later, D came back to the office too. I didn't look up and pretended to continue working. But from the corner of my eye, I could see D looking at my direction as he made his way to his desk. Did he realise I was the one who were peeping at their action? I was worried, but at the same time, getting hard recalling what they were doing in the cubicle... (To be continued...) 😧

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I’m 56 now and still trying to maintain and exercise regularly.

From my experience, mature men want the same sexual needs as the rest. However, they are more experienced that's difference between them and younger men. Some are well built as they have more time to exercise. Like me.

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