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Part 7 Yuuji and Baxton juggled schedules that far exceeded the typical college student’s. Yuuji was an architecture major with a demanding workout regimen, while Baxton, an Arts student, was eyeing a chance to represent Singapore in rugby at the SEA Games. Every moment of their day was dedicated to their relentless pursuit of excellence in their respective fields. They worked tirelessly, driven by a youthful ambition that surged within them as if they had something to prove to the world. Amid their hectic schedules, they somehow managed to swim or run together every day for the past month. Yuuji typically used his hour-long workouts as a break from human interaction, yet he found himself wanting Baxton to join him during those introverted moments. The intensity and pace of their training left little room for catching their breath, let alone chatting. However, the sweetness of their growing friendship shone through in the spontaneous laughter that erupted after they collapsed at the end of each 400-meter sprint. Their hearts warmed as they locked eyes during every synchronized stroke in the pool, feeling an unspoken connection despite the few words exchanged. Yuuji’s subtle smiles whenever they met or crossed paths invigorated Baxton like nothing else could. So many emotions have been transacted between them with so few words exchanged. Yuuji’s subtle smiles whenever they crossed paths reenergized Baxton in a way that no can of Redbull ever could. What both of them looked forward to most, even if they didn’t realize it, was the end of the day when they could retreat to their dorm room… to each other. Baxton’s playful banter and contagious laughter never failed to lift Yuuji’s spirits, providing a welcomed escape from the day’s stresses. Yuuji eagerly soaked in Baxton’s rugby stories and gossip, intrigued by what he found fascinating about a sport he had never been into. Perhaps it was the tales themselves, or the punchlines, or it was simply Baxton. The childlike enthusiasm of this charming jock trying to explain rugby rules was utterly captivating. Each time Baxton spoke, Yuuji felt his emotions stirred like water drawn from a deep well in his heart. Yuuji would wait until Baxton fell asleep before quietly moving down to his sleeping bag to give him a gentle hug. There were countless moments when Yuuji wrestled with the idea of compromising his values, but he was unwilling to take that risk. He didn’t want to overstep Baxton’s boundaries and jeopardize their friendship, especially since Baxton had always treated him with such kindness and respect. What made things even more complicated was that Yuuji had no clear sense of Baxton’s sexual orientation or whether he felt any attraction toward him. Yet, the month that passed felt like pure bliss for Yuuji—he hadn’t experienced this kind of happiness in a long time. Although he knew the two-week deadline had long passed, Baxton hadn’t updated anything about his living situation. If Yuuji were being honest, he didn’t want to leave Baxton’s place at all, and the thought of moving back in with Everett was far from appealing. Yuuji’s friendship with Baxton had a remarkable effect, gradually melting away his icy demeanor and enabling him to open up to other Singaporeans, leading to new friendships. After the first two weeks, Baxton noticed that Yuuji began dining with residents from different dormitory floors. Although Baxton wished he could keep Yuuji all to himself, he felt genuinely happy to see Yuuji blending in well with the social scene of college life. There was a slight tinge of jealousy when he observed Yuuji laughing and chatting with his new friends outside of his circle, but Baxton couldn’t abandon his rugby mates to join them. His rugby team was more burly and boisterous, while Yuuji’s friends carried a more athletic and aesthetically pleasing presence, preferring quieter interactions. Although both groups were envied by their non-athletic peers, they remained as distinct as oil and water, rarely mixing. “Hey, you’re finally back! Come on over and join me. I just started the second episode.” Baxton shifted, making room on the bed for Yuuji to join him for another episode of Singles Inferno. “You started without me?” Yuuji replied, feigning surprise. “Of course not… well… I just couldn’t stand that cliffhanger from last night.” “Let me take a quick shower first. I just finished an intense workout with my friends.” Yuuji pulled off his T-shirt, revealing the results of his hard work. He noticed Baxton’s gaze instantly shift from the laptop screen to his sculpted physique as if he were a powered-up Dragonball Saiyan warrior. It seemed the tables had turned, with Baxton now openly admiring his roommate. Usually, Yuuji would only remove his clothes in the bathroom. He cast off his inhibition tonight, secretly hoping to give his admirer an authentic inferno experience. “Today, my friends mentioned an expedition to Everest Base Camp in Nepal during the upcoming break, and I’m considering joining them. What do you think?” Instead of rushing into the shower, Yuuji took his time to stretch every sculpted muscle in his upper body, his impressive chest expanding with a deep pectoral stretch that held Baxton’s gaze. “Looks like you’re really getting along with the other residents, huh?” Baxton couldn’t help but keep his jealousy in check, but Yuuji sensed it quietly lingering beneath the surface. “Yeah, I’ve usually been more of a loner, but since meeting you, I’ve pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone. I’ve connected with a couple of people from this group, and they’ve made me feel right at home. I really appreciate you always looking out for me.” Yuuji’s words were filled with genuine gratitude, yet they did little to lighten Baxton’s envy. However, Yuuji’s next move served as a distraction, pulling Baxton from his conflicted thoughts. Yuuji casually undid his front button of his jeans, and with his thumbs tucked under the waistband, he pulled them off in front of Baxton, revealing a pure white underwear that snugly hugged his form. Afterward, Yuuji bent down to pick up his tee from the floor, turned around with playful intent, and tossed it into the laundry basket. Baxton swallowed hard as he realized Yuuji’s underwear was actually a Y-back thong that left little to the imagination, fully showcasing Yuuji’s bubble butt in a way that made it impossible for Baxton to look away. “So… what do you think?” Yuuji tried to sound relaxed. “I… I… I think… I don’t see many guys pulling off this style. But you definitely make it work, especially with… you know, your butt.” Baxton stumbled over his words, aiming to compliment Yuuji without coming across as gay. “I was talking about the Everest Base Camp trip!” Yuuji interrupted Baxton’s captivated gaze with his clarification. “Well… my parents always aimed to revive a traditional Japanese lifestyle—focusing on purification habits, specific diets, and even having us wear fundoshi outside of ritual days. So instead of that old loincloth, I decided to wear y-back thongs when I came to Singapore.” Yuuji tried to mask his self-consciousness by explaining his outfit choice. “No, really, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You look fantastic in it.” Baxton felt his cheeks heat up as the words tumbled out. “Is it comfortable? Don’t you feel like something’s stuck in there?” Baxton couldn’t shake off what he was seeing. Yuuji stepped right in front of him, positioning himself with his back to Baxton, who was now sitting near the edge of the bed. “See this string here?” Yuuji said as he traced his finger along the Y-back strings, gently pulling the central string away from his butt cheeks. Baxton instinctively reached out and held it between his fingers. “As long as you choose one that isn’t too tight, it should be fine. Plus, this material is really soft,” Yuuji explained. Baxton’s fingers moved freely along the string, tracing a path from the top down to the bottom. His index finger glided smoothly until it gently brushed against Yuuji’s perineum. The gentle brush of Baxton’s finger sent a subtle jolt of electricity coursing through him. Yuuji did his utmost to suppress any reaction. “… this part here, does the string rub against it or cause any abrasion?” Yuuji could sense that Baxton’s questions were just a pretext to get closer, and he was more than willing to play along. “Not if you keep it clean-shaven like I do.” That was Yuuji’s cue for Baxton to take his fondling a little further. Baxton eagerly accepted the challenge as he ran his fingers around Yuuji’s boy hole. “It’s really smooth... I can imagine that shaving those areas might be quite tricky. You did an excellent job with it. Especially this part around the butt hole and… the part under it.” As Baxton gave himself a free-and-easy tour, he had no idea Yuuji’s throbbing dick was already oozing precum all over the front pouch. The sexual tension was beyond belief. Other than Yuuji’s nipples, his boy hole, his perineum, and his inner thighs were his arousal trigger spots, and Baxton was having a field day with them. After two weeks of not masturbating, Yuuji was primed for an explosive finish. Every worry that once held him back was no longer in sight. His dick was crying out for Baxton to take it to the point of no return. “You should hop in the shower. We can squeeze in an episode before calling it a night.” Baxton, having exhausted all his excuses to keep on touching Yuuji, finally had to let his roommate go. “Hey, can you tell me more about this trip? When exactly is it happening? Who’s organizing it? And how much is it going to cost?” Baxton casually followed Yuuji into the bathroom and kept the conversation going while he sat on the toilet seat. As Yuuji took off his white thong, his hard dick sprang to life, having been released from the confines of the thong pouch. Thank goodness he was still able to hide it from Baxton’s view. “Reuben is the main organizer of the trek. Apparently, he’s done it a few times and is directly coordinating with a tour agency in Nepal. We will fly off the first week of their summer break. The group is quite diverse, mostly from the usual crowd from our dinner gatherings, but they all live in this dormitory…” Yuuji took the time to share all the program details as he lathered himself with shampoo and shower gel. Baxton felt his jealousy simmering as Yuuji spoke about the friends he felt such an instant connection with. Three weeks in the mountains could spell a watering down of his own friendship with Yuuji, and he worried that Yuuji might end up moving in with someone else afterward. “Can I come along?” The words escaped Baxton’s lips before he had a chance to think it through. “Really?! You want to join us? That’s awesome! Yes, there are still spots available, and I’ll be glad for you to come!” Yuuji turned toward Baxton with such exuberance that he totally forgot about his soapy dick that was pointing straight at Baxton’s face. “I can talk to Reuben about it. I’m sure it won’t be a problem. Do you have the funds for this? If not, I’d be happy to help you out.” Yuuji’s enthusiasm helped Baxton realize that his fears were misplaced. It became clear to him just how much Yuuji valued their friendship. Yuuji’s hard dick bounced around, waving like a victory flagpole as he jumped for joy when Baxton agreed to go. Baxton almost never seen Yuuji so elated. That night, after the show had wrapped up and Baxton had settled into his usual light snoring, Yuuji quietly climbed down onto Baxton’s sleeping bag. With care, he lifted Baxton’s strong arm and nestled himself into a spooning position, feeling the warmth of Baxton’s body envelop him from behind. Within moments, Yuuji felt Baxton’s powerful arm pulling him in closer, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Yuuji felt the warmth of Baxton’s naked body press against his bare back. He had never been this physically close to another guy before. His heart beat with incredible nervous energy while he savored every second of it. Baxton’s large, comforting hand glided along his torso, over Yuuji’s chiseled abs, before coming to a rest on his chest. Yuuji wasn’t sure if Baxton had stirred, but his seven-inch tool pressed against Yuuji’s butt was definitely awakened. Everything Yuuji was doing with Baxton felt completely out of character. Without a doubt, Yuuji was slowly but surely starting to fall for his kind benefactor. Before dawn broke, Yuuji released himself from Baxton’s embrace and shifted up onto his own bed. Yuuji was smitten, but also careful. He was in a foreign land after all.

Part 8 In contrast to Baxton's previous team at his old boys' school, this college rugby team comprised guys who were more mature and welcoming. They had started to notice their star player's new roommate making late-night entrances and early-morning exits. Some of the friendlier teammates, like Dominic, Lance, and Rayyan, took the initiative to strike up lighthearted conversations with Yuuji in the pantry whenever they crossed paths. Yuuji found himself growing in ways he never imagined in this new environment, far removed from the overly comfortable life he had back home. For the first time, Yuuji felt like he belonged to a social group that he genuinely enjoyed, and he was even starting to earn his place among Baxton's rugby mates. Most importantly, Yuuji and Baxton thrived in their close friendship, fully embracing the excitement of campus life. It was clear they were relishing these carefree moments together, and it all felt almost too good to be true in this unfolding chapter of their lives. Yuuji grabbed his empty bottle and headed toward the pantry in the middle of the night to refill it. He could tell from afar that the light in the pantry was activated by someone's presence in it. He identified the familiar laughter. As he approached the doorway, he overheard his name mentioned in their midnight thoughtless chatter. "Man… Yuuji would make a great addition to our team if he had rugby experience. We can recommend him to Coach. I've seen him on the track with Baxton, and he's fast. We need someone like him for sure." Rayyan's compliment made Yuuji smile, knowing he was admired even by Baxton's teammates. "Haha… Rayyan, you damn gay leh. I let your girlfriend know you've been stalking a hot guy." Dominic joked. "Fuck you. Haha… but if I'm gay, I for sure go for Yuuji. I like Japanese girls, and his ass looks damn fuckable." Rayyan's comment sounded gay, but he was as straight as he was crude in his expression. Yuuji couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Rayyan's unapologetically honest take on himself. After all, he was proud of his physique. He had put in the work to achieve it. As the banter continued, Yuuji found himself caught up in their lighthearted exchange, thoroughly enjoying the humor that unfolded. Rayyan turned on the offense: "Anyway, you don't talk rubbish. You're the one who has been talking to him the most, asking him about Japan and his home and his family. You interested ah? Don't worry, I don't judge. Some guys like girls, some girls like girls, some guys like guys. If you like him, I fully support you, bro." Lance quickly jumped in on that note, "Bro, you're new to our team, so you don't yet know Dom happens to be one of the hottest commodities back in our JC among the guys." "Come on, which girl or guy would not want a piece of this?" Dom flexed his impressively bulging biceps and triceps, showcasing them like prized trophies. His beautifully sculpted physique, accentuated by his deep bronze complexion, made him look as though he were ready for a bodybuilding competition at any moment. "For real, bro? You're into boys, huh?" Rayyan didn't realize he had stepped on a truth bomb with his jesting. "Yeah, it's no secret and no big deal. But I don't do labels. Let's just say I'm into beautiful people…" Dom's coming out to Rayyan was refreshingly nonchalant, "and that Yuuji is definitely a beautiful specimen of a guy." "Maybe you're too late, bro. Baxton might already be fucking him with his huge dick." Lance's comment tried to dampen Dom's spirits, but it fell flat. "Dude, I've been buddies with Baxton since we first joined the school team at thirteen. If that block of wood is gay, he would have already been mine. Jess, Anna, and Rachel – three girlfriends in four years. That guy is as straight as my dick whenever I talk to Yuuji, bro." Rayyan laughed so hard his sides ached at Dom's shameless confession. Yuuji stepped away from the pantry, his bottle as empty as the ache in his heart. Though he was flattered by Dom's infatuation, his heart belonged to someone else… someone supposedly unreachable. He understood all too well that investing emotions in a straight guy was a recipe for heartbreak. As he returned to his room, he sank onto his bed, overwhelmed by Dom's enthusiastic descriptions of his long-time buddy. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he reflected on his own foolishness for not guarding his heart better. That night, Yuuji lay at the edge of his bed, staring at his rugby hunk, tears streaming down his cheeks. He grieved a precious connection that had never truly begun, a painful loss that made little sense to anyone else but weighed heavily on him. His only consolation came from the fact that he had kept his attraction to Baxton a secret, which offered him a sliver of comfort in his heartbreak. The first rays of morning light filtered through the half-open curtains, casting golden beams across Baxton's broad, sculpted chest as he sprawled across his sleeping bag. Blinking the last remnants of sleep from his puppy eyes, he came into a full stretch as his arms extended above his head and his chiseled torso tightened. Baxton's right hand moved instinctively down to his balls to give them a gentle massage. His glove size could only be matched by the gigantic proportion of those low-hanging fruits. From the time puberty hit him, Baxton learned to wear a supportive jockstrap whenever he played sports to keep his sizeable jewels from injury. He filled up those spacious pouches much earlier than his peers. His morning ritual kicked into motion with his right hand on his balls and his left massaging his chest area, causing his morning wood to throb with youthful virility. Before Baxton could continue, he noticed Yuuji's gentle breathing, a reminder that he wasn't alone in the room. Typically, Yuuji would be long gone by the time Baxton woke up. Instantly, he stilled his movements and propped himself up to take a look at his roommate. Yuuji's breathing was slow and steady, his sculpted chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. As Baxton rested his head on the bed, he was blessed with the opportunity to scrutinize Yuuji's beautiful frame with intense precision. He studied Yuuji's high cheekbones and chiseled features, marveling at how they combined to create a boyish charm that made his heart flutter. Baxton felt a different kind of attraction towards Yuuji compared to his past girlfriends; it went beyond Yuuji's enviable physique. It was about Yuuji himself—his innocence, childlike nature, discipline, politeness, and kindness. As Baxton explored his feelings, his gaze was inadvertently drawn to the growing tent in Yuuji's boxers. Like a prayer answered, Yuuji's growing dick pried open a gap in the front opening of his boxers, affording Baxton a front-row view of Yuuji's tool. He traced one of the veins along Yuuji's shaft, which had such a fair complexion that it was almost transparent. Baxton's own dick throbbed with excitement, almost in sync with Yuuji's dick. Perhaps the emotion he was experiencing was merely lust, he pondered. It could be that he had been influenced by the type of pornography he had been consuming. Baxton got out of bed and headed straight for the shower to answer the desperate call of his carnal desires. Baxton stood under the shower for quite a while, trying to conjure up the hottest girl he just viewed on his favorite website. When he finally managed to fixate his imagination on a particular scene, he turned off the shower and lathered up every inch of his body in preparation for his daily morning ritual. He held the picture of the girl's boobies in his mind's eye as firmly as he could, but once his fingers came in contact with his brown soapy nipples, the picture vanished instantly. In her place was Yuuji's mesmerizing face the first night he began staying over. Baxton rubbed, pressed, and pinched his nipples as he caressed his bulging chest, reliving Yuuji's first touch. He found that whenever he flexed his pectorals, the increased blood flow made his nipples even more sensitive. Just as he was about to finally pay his dick some attention, he heard a gentle creak from the hinges of the bathroom door that had been left ajar. Baxton stood frozen. "Could Yuuji have woken up? Has he been watching me shower?" Baxton felt a bit vulnerable and was ready to hop out of the shower. However, his peaking horniness took over. He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palm and worked it through his soft brown hair, letting the lather cascade down his face. He tightly shut his eyes, turned around, and leaned against the wall. Unsure whether Yuuji was really watching, he began pleasuring himself, feeling ready to reveal this side of himself to his potential admirer. The sound of the shower pulled Yuuji from his slumber, jolting him awake. In a panic, he jumped out of bed, convinced he was late for his morning tutorial. He hurried toward the bathroom to change and freshen up before heading out. However, as he pushed the door wider, he suddenly realized that Baxton was already in the shower. The sight of his rugby hunk, water glistening off his impressive physique, left Yuuji momentarily speechless. His heart raced as he watched soapy water cascade down Baxton's broad, sculpted back, tracing the deep curves of his muscles like a finely crafted statue. Despite the steam enveloping the bathroom in a misty haze, Yuuji could still clearly see the defined ridges of Baxton's spine leading down to his firm, smooth buns. Each movement, each flex of muscle, drew a gasp from Yuuji as he discreetly admired Baxton from the doorway. “Turn around… turn around…” Yuuji found himself softly whispering his secret wish. To his astonishment, as soon as he spoke, his desire was fulfilled. His jaw dropped in disbelief when he realized that Baxton wasn't just showering. Baxton's left hand glided all over his torso, occasionally resting on his chest to play with his nipples. As he twitched them, Yuuji could hear Baxton's gentle moans, prompting Yuuji to do the same to himself at the doorway. Baxton's big hands switched between fondling his big balls and circling the circumference of his dickhead. Yuuji mimicked every one of Baxton's moves, imagining himself being similarly pleasured by Baxton. Baxton's soft moans grew louder and graduated to seemingly recognizable words. In the midst of his sexual arousal, Yuuji was trying to make out the words Baxton was mouthing until it struck him that Baxton might be articulating his name. Was Baxton really jerking off to the thought of him? Yuuji kept on listening as both of them pumped their tool with growing ferocity. As Baxton felt his orgasm approaching, he turned around and erupted onto the wall with ropes and ropes of white cum. So intense was his climax that he almost buckled at his knees with each of the powerful spurts. Almost at the same time, Yuuji's balls tightened up, and an intense orgasm hit him like multiple tsunami waves that had been held back for weeks. His reservoir of semen rapidly emptied with the breaking of the dam. Voluminous, thick white cum splatted everywhere as he collapsed backward. Yuuji hadn't cummed this much in such a long time, drenching his entire boxers with fresh juice that dribbled down his legs and unto the floor. What a mess! "Yuuji! You're going to be late for class!" Baxton shouted from the bathroom. Panic set in for Yuuji as he realized Baxton was about to come out to wake him up. In a rush, Yuuji flung off his boxers and slipped into his jeans, skipping the white thong entirely. He struggled as he tucked his wet hard dick into his tight jeans. Grabbing his bag and a t-shirt, Yuuji dashed out of the dorm as if he were escaping a crime scene. "Looks like he just jumped out of bed when I called for him, huh? He must be running really late." Baxton sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment that his exhibitionistic performance hadn't been paired with a real-life admirer. On the other hand, he also felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful that Yuuji hadn't been offended by stumbling upon him in such an awkward situation. "I'm such a total creep… what on earth am I doing?" Baxton chastised himself as he began to spiral, but his gaze soon fell on the laundry basket. Yuuji's cum-soaked boxers was mindlessly strewn at the top of the pile. Baxton picked it up and examined it. "Wow… that's quite a load." Baxton looked down on the floor and saw little drops of white liquid, with a small pool right outside the bathroom door. He grinned with the biggest smile as he lay on his bed, buried his face into Yuuji's pillow, and took in all of Yuuji's sweet-smelling scent. It seems all of his wondering had an answer. He was indeed in love with his roommate, whether he wanted to admit that to himself or not.

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 12 “How did the match go? I’m sorry, I left after Baxton was sent to the hospital.” Yuuji hollered into the shower. “Can’t hear you, Yuuji. If you don’t mind, let’s chat inside here. I’ll take a while.” Dom stuck out his head and beckoned Yuuji in. The bathroom was spotless, lined with an array of toiletries and skincare products that would normally fascinate Yuuji. But today, his mind was too preoccupied with worry for Baxton. Dom turned off the shower and worked a dollop of papaya conditioner into his luscious hair. For a brief moment, Yuuji found himself captivated by the eye candy before him. As someone with a keen appreciation for aesthetics, Yuuji saw Dom as the epitome of physical beauty. His silhouette was comparable to Yuuji’s, though he had broader shoulders that tapered into a razor-cut waist, forming a symmetrical V-shape that most guys envied. Dom’s abs stood in a disciplined formation while wrapped in a tanned skin that accentuated their shape and definition to a greater extent. With every movement, light danced across his wet body, drawing Yuuji’s gaze to the impressive peaks of his muscular biceps and triceps, which stood out as his most outstanding features. “So, did you guys win?” Yuuji inquired. “Everyone expected the team to suffer with the loss of our star player, but we actually got fired up even more to take the victory for Baxton. We scored two more tries and secured our first win of the season. But even though everyone was elated with the win, most of us were concerned for Baxton. We all wanted to go down to the hospital right after the match, but Coach updated us that Baxton was going through treatment and needed rest.” “Yes. I wanted to follow your assistant Coach in his car, but I wasn’t allowed to.” Yuuji leaned back against the wall as he sat down despondently on the toilet seat cover. “Hey, hey, hey… don’t look so down. Baxton will be alright. That guy is a tough one. He will bounce back stronger. By the way, what you did for him was unbelievable. Everyone was blown away when you put his shoulder back in place. How did you know how to do that?” Yuuji smiled a little at Dom’s reassurance and compliment. “After my shoulder got dislocated as a teenager, somehow it became a little loose, and it kept happening. Over the years, I’ve learned how to take care of it myself.” Yuuji confessed. “No wonder you did it so skilfully and confidently. You put our medic to utter shame, bro.” Dom kept heaping on the compliments as he cleaned his face and smeared on his green tea mask. “Hey, this mask from your country is amazing stuff. Wanna try it?” “Sure.” “Let me cleanse your face with a cleansing towel first before applying it on.” Dom went down on one knee in front of Yuuji and meticulously wiped his face. As he carefully smeared the green tea mask on Yuuji’s beautiful face, he could feel blood gradually flowing to his nether region. He gently massaged the mask onto Yuuji’s delicate skin, feeling the ridges and contours of his facial features. Every touch of his finger felt like pure enjoyment to him, and Yuuji noticed the evidence of Dom’s pleasure throbbing away. “So you shared with me about how you met Baxton and how close you guys became, but I didn’t ask about what happened that day that led you to come over here. Are you ready to talk about it?” Dom finally inquired out of curiosity. Yuuji paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond, but he ultimately felt it would be rude not to offer at least a brief answer, especially considering the kindness Dom had shown him. “I… don’t know how to put it. I haven’t had a private space to myself for weeks when I moved in with Baxton…” Yuuji started with that, hoping Dom would somehow catch his drift, but Dom just listened intently. “There was one time I ejaculated onto my boxers and accidentally left it in the laundry basket. I think he might have seen it. It was so embarrassing. I couldn’t face him properly since.” Yuuji left out some essential details, which made the story seem somewhat incoherent to Dom. “Come on. Baxton and I used to jerk off together with our secondary school team all the time. We do it in the shower, in the team dorm, and once even on the pitch after the lights were off. He’s straight as an arrow, but he’s not bothered by guys’ masturbation. It’s your boxers, anyway. Why does he even care?” Dom sought to dismiss Yuuji’s unfounded worries by highlighting the team’s audacious adventures. “I’m wearing his boxers, actually.” As the words left his mouth, Yuuji realized how wrong that sounded. “I mean, Baxton lent them to me at first because I moved out of Everett’s without any sleepwear, but after a while, I got used to wearing them, and he didn’t mind at all.” “Well, you look great in them.” Dom’s compliments never failed to make Yuuji smile. “Were you and Baxton always close?” It was Yuuji’s turn to ask. “Haha… Baxton and I go way back to secondary school when we met through the team. The two of us practically hung out every day. I was much scrawnier then, and he was much fatter,” Dom chuckled at his description of themselves. “We trained hard together on the pitch, at the track, and in the gym. We were almost inseparable, actually. We had every meal together, showered together after training, and he would sleepover at my place whenever he needed peace and quiet from his family.” Dom sat down on the wet floor as he continued reminiscing about the past. “Did anything change?” “Yeah. Anna and Rachel came along. Baxton’s girlfriends. One was when we were sixteen, and the other was when we were eighteen. Honestly, I kind of felt abandoned when he got together with them. Even though both relationships only lasted six months, I felt a little hurt when he gave his full attention to them.” Yuuji could sense Dom’s vulnerability beneath that tough exterior. “We’re still close now. We hang out all the time, and he shares everything he’s going through with me. But I get a feeling that when the next girl comes along, what we’ve built goes to shit. You know what I mean?” There was a little twinge in his voice as he articulated his disappointment and fear in this friendship that was obviously so precious to him. Yuuji’s heart sank as he heard Dom’s honest sharing. Part of that feeling was sympathy toward Dom. The other was a sense of hopelessness for anything romantic to happen between Baxton and him. Yuuji knew he needed to guard his heart and guard it well. “Hey, it’s been fifteen minutes. Let me wash off your mask. Take off my best friend’s boxers and come over.” Yuuji obediently pulled them off and hung them on the clothes hook. Dom quickly washed off his own mask first before taking his time with Yuuji. “Close your eyes. I’ll spray off the mask and then give you a facial massage with the cream cleanser, ok?” Dom squeezed a bit of cream cleanser into his palm and took his time as he gently massaged Yuuji’s face. He started at the forehead, smoothly worked his way to the temples, glided over the cheekbones, and eventually moved down to his neck. Dom’s hard-on hadn’t subsided since it went up at the start, but now he felt Yuuji’s dick gradually coming in contact with his own. Not wanting Yuuji to feel awkward with their penises rubbing together, Dom turned him around and continued massaging the back of Yuuji’s neck and shoulders. “Does it feel good?” Dom asked cautiously. “Yes, but you don’t need to. You already had such a tiring match.” The second half of Yuuji’s words seem to have fallen on deaf ears. Dom put a little shower gel on Yuuji’s shoulder and continued massaging him with his experienced hands. The soapy foam slithered down Yuuji’s muscular spine between the crevasse of his voluptuous buns, sending a shiver back up his back. “Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, ok?” Dom worked his magic hands onto Yuuji’s arms. Yuuji’s thoughts were still fixated on Baxton, but Dom’s skillful touch was sending him into another realm of enjoyment that was almost impossible to stop him. Yuuji felt the underside of Dom’s shaft pressed against his butt as Dom took a step closer and wrapped his hands around Yuuji’s torso. Yuuji was ready to explode as Dom’s soapy hands glided across his chest, massaging and fondling them without restraint. Each time Dom’s fingers ran over his pink nipples, he would shudder with sheer pleasure. Dom took Yuuji’s gentle moans as permission to keep on caressing those cute little nobs. As Yuuji felt Dom thrusting his dick up against his ass, he imagined it was Baxton’s colossal dick instead that was performing the motion. In Yuuji’s mind, it was Baxton’s broad hands caressing his chest and playing with his nipples. It was Baxton’s muscular body pressed up against his. As Yuuji’s imagination ran wild with Dom’s naughty massage, Yuuji suddenly felt a pinch in his conscience. He knew Dom was there with him, but he wasn’t there with Dom. He knew it wasn’t fair or kind to Dom to lead him down this path. “Thanks for the massage. Its getting late. Let’s call it a night.” Yuuji uttered these sensible words as his body continued to long for more. But Dom was a gentleman and a man of his word. Immediately, he took a step back and rinsed Yuuji off. Even though Dom was sorely disappointed, he still gave Yuuji a stellar treatment by towelling him dry before handing his boxers back to him. “I hope I didn’t offend you with the massage. Please forgive me if I did.” “Not at all. It felt so good. Thank you so much. I really needed some company.” Yuuji’s reassurance pulled Dom up again. For whatever reason, Yuuji held himself back; Dom wanted to respect it.

Part 9 Yuuji carefully turned the doorknob of the dorm room, wanting to avoid waking Baxton from his deep sleep. It was already 1:30am—far later than his usual bedtime—but he couldn’t shake the anxiety of facing Baxton if his secret act of voyeurism were discovered. Furthermore, Dom had engaged him in a pleasant conversation on the way back, and he didn’t feel it would be polite to excuse himself. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the rhythmic sound of Baxton’s snoring filling the air. Looking at his rugby hunk sprawled naked on his sleeping bag filled Yuuji’s heart with a sense of gratitude again for Baxton’s display of kindness and generosity toward him. Dom’s comment about how straight Baxton was came to mind, countering the growing lust Yuuji felt as he stared at Baxton’s soft yet sizeable endowment resting on his thunder thighs. The earlier scene of Baxton pumping his rock-hard dick invaded Yuuji’s consciousness once again as he tried to take a cold shower in the dark. Did Baxton really come to terms with his voyeurism? If he did, would he reveal Yuuji’s sexual inclinations to their rugby teammates like it was an open book? A flurry of questions and troubling scenarios raced through Yuuji’s mind, even as he struggled to wash them away with Baxton’s shampoo. Yuuji, wrapped in a towel around his waist, sifted through Baxton’s clean laundry to grab a pair of boxers. As he pulled one on, the sudden realization that he hadn’t tucked his cum-drenched boxers away securely that morning hit him like a thunderbolt. Without wasting a moment, Yuuji darted toward the laundry basket, desperate to recover the evidence of his blunder. After rummaging through every piece of clothing inside, he still couldn’t find them. Exhausted and overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions from the day, he sank to the floor in defeat. Just when he thought fate couldn’t be any crueler, his eyes caught sight of a pair of boxers poking out from Baxton’s unzipped duffel bag. He rushed over as swiftly and silently as possible, only to be met with the shocking sight of a dried semen stain smearing the surface. That horrifying image was the breaking point in a day already filled with a relentless tide of internal fears and worries. Tears welling up in his eyes, Yuuji came to a painful but inevitable realization: “He was going to confront me about it.” If he was honest with himself, the fear of being kicked out of the room or shut out by Baxton’s friends didn’t scare him as much as the prospect of losing Baxton altogether—this time, even as a friend. With a heavy heart, Yuuji reluctantly packed a few of his clothes into his backpack, feeling immense sadness wash over him. He made his way to Dom’s room a few doors down, hesitating momentarily before giving the door a gentle knock. The door swung open to reveal Dom standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs. “Can I stay here tonight, please?” Yuuji managed to get these few words out of his mouth as he tried to hold back his tears. Dom looked surprised at this near-naked gorgeous boy clad only in oversized boxers and welcomed him gladly into his den. “I’m not going to ask what happened between you and Baxton, but you definitely look like you could use a hug.” Despite his usual flirtatious nature around guys like Yuuji, Dom chose to respond with warmth and understanding. With a heavy sigh, Yuuji dropped his backpack to the floor and buried himself in Dom’s embrace. The day’s emotional toll suddenly hit him, and he found himself sobbing like a child, with tears and snorts landing on Dom’s chest. Dom held him tightly, rubbing Yuuji’s back gently and giving him the time and space he needed to let it all out. “Take your time, man. Just let it all out.” Dom’s soothing words encouraged Yuuji to release the pent-up emotions. After a while, as Yuuji began to regain his composure, Dom handed him some tissues while wiping the evidence of Yuuji’s distress from his own chest. “I’m really sorry about this. Baxton and I are fine. It’s really nothing,” Yuuji said softly, finally finding his voice and sounding a bit more at ease. “I know that guy. He’s a great friend, but he can be completely clueless at times. Whatever it is, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need. I know Baxton usually lets you take the bed, so you can do the same here.” “Thank you so much.” Yuuji decided it was pointless to argue, even though he felt he should. He was just too tired. “It’s Saturday tomorrow. I’m guessing you don’t have any plans since your family is back in Japan, right? Come on, let me take you out this weekend for a good time.” Yuuji nodded, finally managing a faint smile. Since he had entered university almost mid-semester on special permission, he had been swamped with catching up on assignments and hadn’t had the chance to explore the country. It also felt like a good opportunity to establish some healthy boundaries between himself and Baxton. As Yuuji settled down on Dom’s bed, he noticed that Dom didn’t have a sleeping bag or an extra mattress to lay on. “It’s pretty lonely up here. Would you mind keeping me company for a bit?” Yuuji phrased his request in a way that left Dom with no option but to agree. He was well aware of Dom’s feelings for him, and with a sense of joy, Dom climbed onto the bed, not viewing the request as an invitation for anything more. While Baxton towered over Yuuji, Dom shared a similar size and build with him, making his presence more comfortable. Even so, their half-naked bodies still came into such close contact that it made both of them a little awkward. Yuuji noticed Dom’s hand gradually moving downward to cover his groin area as they drifted off to sleep. Over the weekend, Dom played the role of a host to an international student with utmost excellence. Other than taking Yuuji to tourist attractions like Universal Studios, Sea Aquarium, and Night Safari, Dom treated him to the best and yet affordable Japanese food haunts in Singapore. It was clear that Dom was genuinely intentional about making Yuuji feel at ease throughout their time together. Yuuji truly appreciated the break from the nagging guilt he felt toward Baxton. Furthermore, Dom’s Taiwanese parents were incredibly welcoming when Yuuji stayed at their home. They ensured he had clean towels, plenty of snacks, and a hearty breakfast before they set off on their adventures. Yuuji could see how deeply Dom had absorbed the value of hospitality from his parents. Dom found a growing fascination within him for Yuuji over these couple of days. He was undoubtedly charmed by Yuuji’s politeness and civility in his friendships. But beyond that, Dom gained a more profound respect for Yuuji’s character—his caring nature and gentle spirit truly stood out to him. While Dom’s usual experiences in the gay scene often revolved around fleeting encounters, his friendship with Yuuji unfolded at a slower, more deliberate pace, particularly since he wasn’t sure about Yuuji’s orientation. “Hey, I want to bring you to my usual hangout where you’ll feel immediately at home in Japan. Just follow me.” Yuuji’s ears perked up, hoping it would be a relaxing respite from an entire day of activities. His face beamed with pure delight as they arrived at the entrance of Yonomori Japanese onsen. As Yuuji stepped into the onsen, the subtle scent of hinoki wood instantly transported him back to the onsen in his hometown of Fukuoka. The staff warmly greeted both him and Dom with respectful nods, then guided them over to the locker area. This was the moment Dom had been naughtily anticipating. His lustful desires definitely played a part in his choice of evening relaxation activity. Having grown accustomed to the onsen culture, Yuuji remained unfazed by the nudity expected of all patrons. However, he was not blind to Dom’s eagerness to catch a glimpse of his bare form. If he was to be absolutely truthful, he wanted just as much to see what Dom was packing under those boxer briefs he slept in at night. The two stunning athletes made an effort to keep their eyes forward as they gradually undressed at their side-by-side lockers. Yuuji turned slightly away as he peeled off his oversized tee, revealing his impressive physique, even though he had missed workouts for a few days. Dom’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Yuuji dropped his linen pants to reveal his Y-back thong and his flawless bum. “Nice, bro,” Dom’s remark was surprisingly succinct. Yuuji grinned with confidence as he slowly and carefully folded his clothes and tucked them neatly away. “You’ve got an incredible physique as well. You rugby players are always in such great shape.” Dom struggled to focus on those fading compliments as Yuuji slipped off his white thong to reveal his fine-looking five incher. In Dom’s mind, Yuuji was undoubtedly blessed with a much longer dick than most Japanese and Singaporean guys he’s encountered. “Yes… we’re training hard, especially since it’s competition season now. This week’s matches will kick off our season,” Dom said, his gaze awkwardly drifting down toward the prize. Yuuji, with a playful glint in his eye, stepped closer and traced his fingers along the contours of Dom’s abs as he continued to shower him with compliments. Dom found himself unsure whether Yuuji was truly admiring him or flirting with him, but he certainly wasn’t in a position to pull off his CK boxer briefs at that moment. “Come on, let’s chat more in the pool. I can’t wait any longer,” Yuuji said with excitement. Dom sighed, realizing how foolishly he had put himself in this uncomfortable situation from which he saw no way out. His hard rod bounced out of its restraint as he slipped off his CKs. While Dom could not hold a candle to Baxton in that area, Yuuji’s heart was still intrigued by its girth and its slight deviation to the right. Yuuji kindly passed him a small towel to cover up his erection as they headed to the shower. As Yuuji settled into the hot mineral baths, his muscular body gradually relaxed in the soothing, steaming water. He felt the gentle bubbles of the carbonated bath massage against his skin, invigorating his circulation, while the silky white water only enhanced his already radiant complexion. Yuuji had a deep appreciation for the onsen. It was his sanctuary for both physical and emotional respite, allowing him to escape the pressures of his schoolwork and family situation. Dom and Yuuji settled into their seats side by side, sinking into the milky pool in comfortable silence. Yuuji tilted his head back, eyes closed, as if he had been whisked away to another dimension. Gently, Dom’s fingers began to knead Yuuji’s temples, applying a tender touch that invited relaxation. Yuuji exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the world lift as Dom finished the soothing massage. With a subtle movement, Dom’s hand found its way into the warm water, resting on Yuuji’s right knee as he continued to work his magic. Watching Yuuji’s serene expression, he slowly allowed his hand to glide upward, gently easing the tension in Yuuji’s strong thighs. With every inch nearer Yuuji’s groin, Dom’s heartbeat accelerated. He scrutinized Yuuji’s expression, looking for any hint of resistance or unease as he grew bolder with his advances. Dom knew that any contact with Yuuji’s jewels would be an upfront and undeniable revealing of his sexual attraction. He wasn’t quite ready to confront that. The thought of facing the consequences if Yuuji didn’t reciprocate weighed heavily on him. “Will you come out to support us for our first match this Wednesday night?” Dom asked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Yuuji replied with such conviction, it was clear he had already planned to attend even before Dom’s invitation. But deep down, he had someone else in mind when he said it. “You’re really adorable, you know that?” Dom couldn't help but voice the feelings he had kept bottled up as their conversation flowed. “Anyone who gets to be with someone as charming as you in the future is a lucky person,” he added, unable to hold back. “Same goes for you, bro. Thanks for taking me in on Friday night without any notice, and for everything you did for me this weekend too.” As Yuuji said this, he sat up, gazed intently into Dom’s eyes, and declared, “I owe you one.”

Part 13 Baxton groggily scanned his dim surroundings, his sleepy eyes struggling to focus as he remembered being admitted to the hospital last night. His 4-bedder ward was sterile, filled with the quiet hum of medical equipment and the snoring of the only other occupant. He groaned as he tried to shift in his bed, wincing as the dull ache radiated through his shoulder. The most anticipated first game of the season ended with him sprawled on the tarmac with a dislocated shoulder, a gash above his eyebrow, and some grotesque-looking scratches at the side of his thighs. Though the doctor had reassured him that nothing was broken, his injuries were severe enough to warrant a couple of nights under hospital observation. He reached for his phone to check his messages. It was four in the morning, but his phone was flooded with texts from the team group chat and the schoolmates who witnessed the horrific incident. He scrolled through the messages, skimming over the chaos, eager to find Yuuji’s texts. “Hey Baxton, are you feeling alright? I heard from Dom and your assistant coach, that you need to stay in the hospital for a couple of nights. I’m so sorry I’m not there with you when you wake up. I will try to come over to visit you with Dom tomorrow after classes.” 9:50pm “I can’t sleep thinking you must be going through so much pain in the hospital. Text me when you can.” 11:00pm “Your teammates came over to express their gratitude for taking care of your arm just now. Everett even apologized to me for the way he treated me. Hope you’re well.” 11:45pm “Just returned from chatting with Dom about you. I miss your snoring.” 1:30am Baxton found himself reading and re-reading the texts repeatedly, clinging to each word as if they were the pain meds he desperately needed. Is he really missing me? This thought sparked a whirlwind of questions in Baxton’s mind about Yuuji’s true feelings for him. His heart raced with excitement, setting off fireworks as he processed the messages. While he contemplated how to respond, he was confronted by a more pressing question: What if Yuuji had feelings for him? And what was it that he truly wanted from Yuuji? “Thanks for your concern…” Too formal, he thought. Delete. “I miss you so much, too.” Too affectionate. Gay. Delete. “I can’t wait to get back, too.” Nonchalant, but too short. Come on, do better. Delete. Baxton’s intense infatuation with Yuuji compelled him to confront some tough questions he had long been avoiding about his own sexuality. Does he gaze at guys with merely an appreciative eye, feel a fleeting physical attraction, or is there a deeper, more genuine desire brewing beneath the surface? One thing is sure, Yuuji’s form hasn’t been absent from any of his recent explosive orgasms. While Baxton had enjoyable make-out sessions with his last two girlfriends, he never once thought about crossing the line with any of them or envisioning a future with them. With his feelings toward these exes as the backdrop to his attraction toward Yuuji, his answer became as clear as day. Is he willing to embrace it? Thinking that Yuuji would be asleep, Baxton decided to postpone his reply to Yuuji and watch something naughty to take his mind off the dull aching pain. Since he was in the hospital, he figured he’d watch some medical-related clips to get his mojo going. Once again, his search prompts leaned toward the likes of “Japanese boy muscle medical.” He had someone in mind, even with his porn selection. The entire ward appeared shrouded in darkness, with only the exit lights flickering and the video streaming on Baxton’s phone illuminating his handsome face. Thinking no one would enter the ward at this time, Baxton pulled his pants down to his knees and went to town, pleasuring himself. His breathing grew heavier as the intimacy between the characters got more intense. Just as he found himself in the zone, the main door of the ward opened unexpectedly, and a male nurse popped his head in. Baxton felt a wave of panic wash over him as he quickly yanked the blanket over himself, causing his phone to slip from his grasp and hit the floor with a dull thud. He attempted to reach for the phone, but his body only allowed a slight stretch before a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. At that moment, he realized the injury was far worse than just a simple dislocation. The nurse quickly rushed to his bedside, seeing his fruitless attempt to retrieve his phone. The audible cries of the male porn stars announcing their approaching orgasms made it hard for anyone to mistake what kind of porn Baxton was watching. The nurse glanced at the screen as he passed it back to Baxton. “Cute.” The nurse smiled as he looked at the massive silhouette of the tent in Baxton’s blanket. “Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to come in at this time. I was just reaching for a drink.” Baxton fumbled for a rather pathetic diversion while being handed his phone by the nurse. “Hey, Mr. Rugby, next time, just press the button for assistance. Here, I’m going to pour a cup for you and put a straw in it. How are you feeling?” “I feel like my entire body is aching, some places more than others. Whatever pain meds the doctor gave me are clearly wearing off. Thanks for the water. I’m so thirsty.” Baxton emptied the cup in a second as the nurse held the straw to his mouth. “I’m sorry. We can only give you the next dose of meds in the morning. I’ll try to get you another pillow so you feel more comfortable. Do you want more water?” “Yes, please, a lot more. Can you help me switch on the bedside lamp too?” Baxton wanted to set his eyes on the face of the male nurse who had been exceptionally kind to him. He could tell from his accent that the nurse was a young Filipino guy. As the nurse flipped the switch, Baxton was treated to a fresh-looking Filipino with a fair complexion from his Spanish roots in a pure white uniform that hugged his well-toned body. “You remind me of my roommate. He’s really good-looking, like you. What’s your name? I can’t see your tag.” Baxton could not hold back from giving a compliment to a well-deserving recipient. “I’m Arjay. You’re Baxton, right? You’re really good-looking too. Just like my boyfriend back in the Philippines. So how did the game go?” Baxton gasped at how Arjay came out to him with such frivolity and switched the topic as if his confession were a side comment. “Grab a seat if you’re free now. It was such an exciting match…” Once Baxton started talking about rugby, there was no stopping the barrage of descriptive episodes littered with expletives whenever he got over-excited. Arjay had to suppress his laughter so as not to disturb the other patient in the room. Their conversation went on for almost an hour since the wards were usually quiet at night. Arjay did a quick check on all the other wards before returning promptly to Baxton’s stories. “Hey, I need to pee. Can you help me up?” Baxton had almost finished the entire jug of water, drinking intermittently through his yapping. Arjay pulled open Baxton’s blanket, exposing Baxton’s naked lower region. “I usually sleep naked.” Baxton tried to give another unsolicited excuse for his bottomless situation. Arjay lifted Baxton artfully out of his bed as he pulled up Baxton’s pants. He wrapped Baxton’s left hand around his own shoulder as Baxton limped all the way to the washroom. Even though the wounds at his side were superficial, they were so fresh it hurt whenever he moved. “If you don’t mind, I can’t really move my right arm.” Arjay was most delighted to accede to Baxton’s request to help him pull down his hospital pants again. In fact, Arjay was more helpful than usual. He helped Baxton to point his colossal dong at the toilet bowl. The cold touch of Arjay’s fingers caused Baxton’s penis to stiffen up even before his pee came out. Arjay chuckled as he had to grab onto Baxton’s shaft with his entire hand to point it downward. “Stop laughing! I’m trying to pee!” Baxton was trying to focus with his bladder nearly exploding. “Alright, alright! It’s like I’m holding a little boy’s arm who’s trying to pull away from me,” Arjay joked. Baxton’s stream of pee finally emerged with such intensity from his dick, drawing a sigh of relief from Baxton. It took quite a while for him to empty his bladder. Arjay happily shook Baxton’s hard dick and squeezed the last few drops from his dickhead. It was apparent to Baxton that Arjay was stroking it more times than necessary. In fact, a few more strokes and another liquid will begin squirting out. “Hmmm… did you injure your penis when you fell earlier? I mean, if you did, I can do a quick examination for you back in your bed.” Arjay winked at Baxton as he pulled his pants up for him. “Erm… I might have. Wouldn’t hurt for you to take a look since the doctors are not here yet.” Baxton certainly caught Arjay’s drift. As Baxton limped back with his erect dick throbbing in his hospital pants, the videos of athletes getting a “medical examination” by the doctors came to mind. Was he dreaming, or was his porn video about to actualize? The screeching of the privacy curtain alerted him it was the unimaginable latter. “I’m going to examine your torso first to see if there are any injuries we missed out on,” Arjay explained as he unbuttoned Baxton’s hospital shirt to reveal his rounded chest and perky nipples. Baxton tensed up at first with Arjay’s touch, but the way Arjay toyed with his nipples rocketed him to cloud nine almost immediately. Gentle touching progressed to light pinching, and before he knew it, Arjay was licking and sucking on them with a ferocity he’s never experienced with his girlfriends before. While Baxton was drowning in pleasure, Arjay stopped and looked at Baxton. “I know you enjoy this. Let yourself go. Stop being so stoic.” Arjay’s tone switched to a firm tone. “I… I’ve never done this with a guy before. I’m not gay. I’m just a little horny, that’s all.” Baxton replied defensively as he felt assaulted by Arjay’s comment. “Fuck you. I know what you were watching. Do you want me to continue and give you the best time you ever had?” Arjay wasn’t about to take any nonsense from Baxton. Baxton nodded without thinking. “Then I want you to beg me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. When I do it, I want you to moan like you really enjoy it. If the other patient wakes up, I’ll handle it.” Arjay grew more commanding with his tone. Baxton hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind. “Please… suck my nipples and play with them.” Baxton’s soft request had Arjay attacking those beautiful nobs again with renewed passion. “Moan. Now.” Baxton eventually overcame his inner inhibition and let out his usual moans when he’s jerking off by himself. With a flick of the switch, Arjay allowed the darkness of the room to shroud their illicit activities and for Baxton to be less self-conscious. Baxton’s erotic moans echoed through the room, almost as loud as the other patient’s snoring. “Lick my balls, now. And don’t forget to play with my dick.” Baxton’s request became more forceful. Arjay followed his instructions with a willing obedience as he pulled his pants down. Baxton’s pulse quickened as Arjay proceeded down south. Arjay was having the most amazing experience with the most enormous dong he’d ever seen since he stepped into the gay circle. His boyfriend’s dick paled in comparison with the length and girth of the rod he was rubbing as he licked Baxton’s beautiful balls. Arjay’s tongue could not help traveling northward, enjoying every inch of Baxton’s rod. He slurped away from the bottom of Baxon’s shaft to the veins that protruded as his dick throbbed with exuberance. Reaching the tip of Baxton’s exposed dickhead, his tongue was treated to the sweet nectar of Baxton’s precum. “Call my name. Beg me to do more.” Arjay wanted to hear Baxton’s powerful voice directing him. “Put my dick in your mouth and suck it until I cum. Don’t stop playing with my nipples and my balls.” Arjay climbed up onto the hospital bed and enveloped Baxton’s massive dick in his mouth while his hands reached forward to continue teasing his nipples. Baxton shut his eyes, and the image of Yuuji flooded his mind as he moaned with intense satisfaction. The action between them was heating up. “Why are you so naughty, Yuuji? What are you doing to me…” Baxton’s whispers got louder as he was approaching the end. “Yuuji… I wanna fuck you. I love you so much. I want to be in you now. Yuuji, you’re so fucking hot…” Arjay didn’t expect Baxton’s uninhibited expressions to move toward someone else, but it turned him on even more. “Yuuji… Yuuji… I’m going to cum. I’m close. Oh my gosh. Fuck. Yuuji. I’m about to cum.” Baxton’s desperate cries sounded incredibly erotic. Arjay wanted to take a mental picture of Baxton’s orgasmic face. He removed his mouth from Baxton’s dick and switched on the light while continuing to pump his dick with his right hand. “Keep your eyes closed. I just wanted to see your face when you shoot.” With Baxton’s eyes still tightly shut, Arjay secretly reached for his phone with his left hand and turned on the video mode. Within a second, Baxton’s giant cannon fired off several powerful loads of white juice all over himself while verbalizing Yuuji’s name repeatedly. The initial burst lacked luster, but the successive few explosions landed on his face, his chest, and his abs. Tremendous relief washed over him as his climatic end was so well handled. “I’ll clean you up. You’re good. No injuries.” Arjay said cheekily. “Erm… I didn’t return the favor.” Baxton replied as Arjay carefully wiped off the semen with some tissues. “I’ll save it for tonight if you stay one more night, yeah.” “So, who’s this Yuuji? Your boyfriend? You were calling his name just now.” Baxton immediately looked embarrassed by his question. “He’s just a friend. I’m not gay.” Baxton returned to his usual rhetoric. “You know how ridiculous you sound right now? You were jerking off to gay porn, you just begged a guy to suck your dick, and you came like a fountain to the image of this Yuuji in your mind… not to mention you confessed to loving him just now.” Arjay was brutal in calling him out. “How many times have you jerked off to this Yuuji? You think about it.” Arjay smiled as he pulled the privacy curtains open. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Rugby. I’m going off my shift soon. Be back tonight.”

I'm a regular patron of TMC, but I had a rather unpleasant experience on February 28th. After not being able to enjoy the maze on levels 3 and 4, I made my way down to the sauna. When I entered, two guys approached me—a younger one wearing a cap and an older man. I allowed them to grope and fondle me since I just wanted to 'release.' I didn't have any problem with the younger one, but the older one bit my nipples way too hard. I had enough and tried to gently move away. This was when the older one started to grip my arms tightly to prevent me from moving off, and I was like, WTF! I quickly pulled my arm in and moved to another spot. The older guy didn't get the memo and persistently followed me, even though I said no and pushed him away a few times. I left the sauna, had a quick wash-up, and tried to enter the sauna again, hoping for another encounter. The older guy quickly came to me and pleaded to have fun with me again. This time, he got a bit more physical, and that's when I decided that it was enough. I stormed out of the sauna and packed up. I swear some of you, especially the more senior ones, need to fucking learn some sauna etiquette. If you make your move and the other party gently rejects you or moves away, take the hint and don’t be an asshole by persistently hovering around that person. Seriously, I'm usually tolerant of this behavior, but the audacity of that older guy really triggered me.

Went to Keybox for the first time and was surprised to find it crowded on a Tuesday evening. Had fun with 3 guys and it was an amazing experience. 1) First guy was a kisser and made me penetrate him (I'm a flex/btm) and he cummed while riding me, surprising both of us 😅. 2) The second guy cornered me in the dark maze and was joined by 3 or 4 other guys who played with my chest/nipples, while he fingered me, and I think someone else jerked me off and probably someone else suck me. It was wild and sexy in full view of others. He then pulled me into a room and again, made me top him. I left after a short while because the cigarette breath was too strong. 3) The third guy caught me in the dark maze again and invited me to a private room and it was a very gentle session after all the rough handling of my chest and nipples (red and slightly sore by then). And I don't usually cum when people jerk me off but this guy did it so well i cummed uncontrollably. Overall, it was an exciting visit and a sexy one, especially in the dark maze.

Stopped by earlier today to recce the area and I have to say that it is pretty secluded. Given that it is quite a distance away from the busy/commercial areas of ECP - there's very little foot traffic even for the weekends (was there from 1045 - 1130) The best part is the pedestrian walking path is quite far away with lots of trees/vegetation in between. Only when someone walks right up to the beach will they be able to see anything. For those of you who wants to find the place - look out for "Breakwater no.27" which is a short walk either from NSRCC or National Sailing Centre. I think both beaches, to the left & right of breakwater 27 are equally secluded with good amount of tress/vegetation coverage. I've included photo of both beaches for reference ; And this is the view from the pedestrian walking path: (can't see the beach at all) Whatever it is be safe guys!

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Part 11 The crowd’s roar in the stadium nearly drowned out the whistle, signaling the end of the first half of the rugby match. The scent of sweat and damp earth hung thick in the atmosphere in this inter-varsity game. Baxton’s coach pulled the team together into a tight huddle, urging them to regroup. Just forty minutes and the players’ jerseys were soaked from top to bottom in sweat, a testament to the game’s intensity. While some players crouched with hands on their knees, Everett stood tall with his arms crossed, exuding the calm confidence of a captain, unfazed by the fierce competition in this opening match. Yuuji watched intently from the front row as the coach animatedly gestured, pointing out the key players who needed to reposition themselves for the second half. The coach’s firm yet commanding voice cut through the noise of the stadium as he dictated the team’s strategy for the second half. “We need to tighten up the defense and stop giving them any space! Baxton, you’ve gotta keep the pressure on their fly-half. Guys, let’s give them all we’ve got in this second half. Let’s get a win under our belt at the start of the season!” The team listened intently and nodded in agreement amidst their profuse sweating and heavy breathing. Every so often, Dom glanced up towards the crowd, momentarily searching for Yuuji. When he finally spotted Yuuji’s face, a fresh wave of motivation washed over him. As the final seconds of the break ticked away, the team slapped each other on their backs, exchanged some quick words of encouragement, and headed straight out to the pitch. Dom flashed Yuuji the biggest smile and a subtle wink, silently thanking him for coming out to support the team. Yuuji returned the gesture with a slight wave. His eyes quickly drifted to Baxton on the opposite side of the pitch. Baxton appeared utterly engrossed in the game, unaware of Yuuji’s presence. Unfortunately, Yuuji still hadn’t figured out what Baxton was eager to discuss, thanks to Baxton’s grueling training sessions over the past few days. Yuuji was hoping the entire episode would smooth over with time, and he could return to the straightforward friendship he once had with Baxton. The second half saw the crunching of bodies colliding more as the game was nearing its climax. Both teams had managed to score a try and convert successfully. Every play mattered more now than ever. Baxton barreled toward the try line with the ball firmly within his grip. Just then, a defender lunged at him with a desperate tackle. The force of the impact sent him tumbling out of the pitch onto the tarmac. He landed hard on his shoulder with a sickening pop! The pain shot through his body as he rolled to a dramatic stop against the side of the gallery. “Where’s the bloody medic? Someone get the medic!” Coach shouted. Yuuji leaped out of his seat as the entire stadium held its breath, anxious to see if Baxton was okay. Without a moment’s hesitation, Yuuji sprinted down the stairs toward Baxton. A trickle of blood from the gash above Baxton’s eyebrow ran down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his left hand, gritting his teeth as he attempted to rise, but a sharp pain shot through his right arm—his shoulder was dislocated. A medic rushed over to Baxton and knelt beside him, clearly unsure how to handle the situation. Sensing the medic’s uncertainty, Yuuji stepped in and pushed him aside. “Hey, Bax, I’m going to pop your shoulder back in place. It’s gonna hurt. But you’ll be alright.” Even with the intensity of the situation, Yuuji spoke in the most composed tone. Baxton was surprised by Yuuji’s presence, but he was in so much pain he couldn’t process it. “You’ve done this before?” Baxton managed to ask, forcing a weak smile as their eyes met. “Trust me.” By this time, the entire team had surrounded Baxton with overwhelming concern for him. They fired skeptical stares at Yuuji, wondering if he knew what he was doing. Meanwhile, no one else knew how to help beyond trying to ice the dislocated shoulder. “I trust you. Go for it.” With a decisive tug and a sharp shove, Yuuji expertly snapped Baxton’s shoulder back into its socket. The team collectively gasped as the sound of the snap echoed in the air. A wave of excruciating pain hit Baxton momentarily, but then a sense of relief washed over him. He attempted to move his arm and flex his fingers, eager to get back in the game, but even the adrenaline couldn’t wholly dull the lingering ache. It hurt Yuuji to see Baxton in such distress. “Get to the hospital, Baxton. You’re out. Rest up. We need you for the later matches.” The coach’s command demonstrated his genuine concern for his players’ well-being, prioritizing their safety over merely securing a victory. Meanwhile, the assistant coach shoved Yuuji aside as he rushed to ferry Baxton to the nearest hospital. “No, let me come along. I’ll stay with him.” Yuuji pleaded. “It’s alright, bro. I’ll be fine. You have classes tomorrow. I’ll be back by tomorrow, good as new, alright?” Baxton wiped off a tear from Yuuji’s cheek when he noticed him beginning to get emotional. With that, Baxton got whisked off as the match pushed forward with a substitute. Visibly shaken by the emotions of the entire experience, Yuuji made his way back to the dorm with a heavy heart before the match had even concluded. He desperately wanted to be with Baxton at that moment, but he recognized that Baxton needed medical attention and a good night’s rest more than he needed Yuuji’s company. As Yuuji tossed and turned on his bed, he could hear the loud cheers from the rugby team as they returned to the dorms. Moments later, he heard a knock at the door. With hope swelling in his heart that Baxton’s treatment had wrapped up quickly, Yuuji rushed to open it. To his surprise, he found Everett and the rest of the rugby team gathered outside, still in their rugby gear. “Hey bro, we want to thank you for that insane move you pulled on Baxton just now. Thanks for coming out to support our match and take care of our star player… and my apologies for being a jerk to you, too.” Everett stepped forward to speak on behalf of the team, expressing his heartfelt gratitude. The team erupted in applause, giving Yuuji a supportive pat on the shoulder before they went to wash up. Caught off guard by the sudden warmth of their gesture, Yuuji could only respond with a respectful bow and a shy smile. Yuuji hasn’t felt so vulnerable in a long time. Well, the walls around his heart had been a somewhat permanent fixture since he grew in acceptance of his unique attractions. Every attempt in his life to lower them hadn’t been met too kindly. Although he never intended to let anyone breach those walls, Baxton seemed to have scaled them without his awareness or consent. After an hour of tossing and turning, Yuuji finally gave up and went out of his room. *Knock knock* “I heard your shower still running. I thought you might still be awake.” Dom opened his door to an emotionally drained Yuuji needing some company. “Come on in. I usually take a good long hot shower after a match to wind down.” Naked and dripping wet, Dom took Yuuji by the hand to lead him into his room as he hopped back into the shower.

When i first arrived i saw 2 men jerking off at the shower and shy away. had fun with this big cock twink. His bj was damn good

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.

1. Name: Damster 2. Age: 44 3. Height: 1.83 4. Weight: 85kg 5. Role: top / side (not very small based on reviews but needs for anal) 6. Interests/hobbies: music, movies, gyms at FF (westgate, fusionopolis mostly), plays nintendo switch, goes to arcade for destress. I like hiking too or just nature walks when time permits and with the right company. I stay in the north west region on the red line. I collect popmart stuff too 😜 I like to go JB for staycations too. 7. Self Description: Been also told that I’m a sweet and caring guy by the precious date but I guess it takes two hands to clap. In life we have a lot of responsibilities; work, family and love. All 3 are revolving around you. My dad passed on early when I’m in my 30s, so family would be always be on my mind first but not to worry, we will work on that if we come to that. I wake up early due to job requirements and zzz quite early by 11pm too. 8. The kind of guy I hope to be with: someone who knows what he wants, someone who can accept who I am, someone that hopefully we can learn from each other. If possible older or near my age. I don’t need one to message me 24/7 daily. We don’t need to text or call on and off all times of the day but good that we check in with each other once a while. If you are busy, let me know, so I know I’m not ignored. I’ll trust you until you give me the reason not to. If I did something that upsets you, let me know and I can fix it. Talk it through when we have quarrels or fights. 9. Would be nice if he stays in the northwest or west area, +/- 5 of age. Life’s too short for dramas. He should be preferably near my age, non smoker if possible.

Not all PRC are bad scammers, I had memorable experience with two PRC who were working professionals in Singapore: 1) 炭, ‘Carbon’ was his nickname, an engineer in a semiconductor mnc here, he was a keen athlete, ran 12km thrice weekly, a savvy entrepreneur- he made more money from online sales than his full time engineering job. He is back in Wuhan. I missed his French kissing and deep throat skill. 2) ‘Braddell’ (where he stayed while in Singapore) was a bioscience researcher in NUS, he was great in drawing out your sperms reserve, a hot kisser and a wild bottom with irresistible technique of tightening his anus sphincter muscle during my pounding on him. I gave him a nickname ‘pink dolphin’ for he is a good swimmer and a species has sex for pleasure. he is now an associate professor in University of California Berkeley. I missed their hot bodies, the out of the box mindsets and intelligent conversation. They were very good in seductive foreplays. I also came across a Taiwanese male medical assistant (from the blued apps), he was working in SGH Heart Centre, he was 1.86m height and fit with a sexy waist, he was a gymnastics athlete in his secondary school. He used to rent a HDB unit in Bukit Merah with his elder sister when both worked in medical cares in Singapore. We had fun and we were ‘in love’ for a few months (only). He started asking for money after first date, claiming that he needed to buy medical reading materials for his upgrading. Each request was $100 to $150 and above. I only found out that he was doing that to several others and I know one of the willing ‘victims’. So, are all Taiwanese gays bad sheep ? Absolutely Not. I had a two years relationship during my overseas assignment in Taipei with a nice, tall, charming and hot chap. His surname is Gao, I gave him a nickname 高燙帥- (literally translated as Tall, Scorching Hot and Handsome). His smooth thighs and bubbly body locked my heart. Agreeing that there are more scammers in apps nowadays. Just be vigilant and don’t read a book from its cover. Some apps are flooded with more unscrupulous people. Cyberspace is a dangerous place.

ChatGpt? Haha... My name's not ChatGpt. But Grammarly did help me clean up some grammatical boo-boos and awkward phrasing. Rest assured the story comes from a human being with a very vivid imagination.

Part 10 “Oie sexy hunk, having a wet dream ah? I came over to return your roomie. Thanks for lending him to me for the weekend. By the way, Coach just informed us that training tonight will stretch later, and he wants to meet us now to strategize for our first match this Wednesday.” Dom and Yuuji were treated to the sight of Baxton’s impressive morning wood as they pried open the door of Baxton’s dorm room. Baxton rubbed his eyes, brushing off Dom’s comment since they were both used to seeing each other in various states of undress. Baxton’s impressive endowment had always been the talking point in their rugby training camps and overseas competitions, especially when he slept naked in the team dormitories. There was even a time when Dom used a Sharpie to draw cute cartoon characters on Baxton’s erected dick to the amusement of their entire rugby team. Yuuji, on the other hand, still found Baxton’s dick deeply mesmerizing even after a month of living with him. “Alright. Thanks, Dom. Now, fuck off.” Baxton was still trying to register everything Dom said in his morning stupor. “You were with Dom over the weekend?” Baxton inquired as Dom went back to his room to get ready for the classes. “Erm… yeah, he wanted to show me around Singapore. He brought me to the USS, the zoo, and a few other places.” Yuuji’s heart soared at the sound of Baxton’s voice. It felt as though he had been starving all weekend, and that simple question from Baxton was like a much-needed feast. “I thought you hung out with your other group of friends, and that’s why I didn’t hear much from you after I went back home for the weekend.” Baxton yawned as he plonked back down on his pillow. “How was your weekend?” Yuuji felt a strong desire to reconnect with Baxton as if he had been craving his affection for days. However, he held back, navigating the conversation cautiously while he searched for any signs of hostility from Baxton. “It’s not too bad, really. I spent some time helping my younger brothers with their schoolwork while also trying to get ahead on my own assignments before their deadlines, especially with the rugby season in full swing...” Just as Baxton began to dive into the details, Dom pushed the door open once more. “You’re still in bed? Go jerk off in the shower, put some clothes on, and let’s go! We’re almost late.” “Ugh… I really shouldn’t have shared my room code with you,” Baxton sighed, regretting that he couldn’t enjoy a relaxed morning to bond with his boy. As Dom closed the door once more, Yuuji and Baxton found themselves in an uncomfortable silence following Dom’s suggestion for Baxton to jerk off. It seemed as if Dom was fully aware of the situation and deliberately addressed the elephant in the room. At least, that was the thought racing through Baxton’s mind. “Did Yuuji tell Dom what he saw? What went down between them over the weekend?” These questions flashed in an instant, leaving him with more to ponder. “Let’s chat later tonight if you’re still awake. There’s something important I want to discuss… but it can wait until then.” Baxton got to his feet and threw on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a well-worn t-shirt before quickly heading out the door with his duffel bag in hand. Yuuji struggled to concentrate in class that day. His mind was overwhelmed by a flood of anxious thoughts sparked by Baxton’s request for a serious chat that evening. Deep down, he knew he was blowing things out of proportion. “I saw him jerking off in the shower. He saw my cum stain in his boxers… what’s the big deal? Every guy jerks off.” He tried to convince himself that it was just a molehill and not an actual mountain. Yet, the worst-case scenario relentlessly tormented his imagination, leaving him no respite. Countless times, he had been told about his tendency to overthink. Coupled with his aversion to direct confrontations, Yuuji felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of heading back to the dorm after class. Fortunately, two of his friends from the dorm were able to meet up for dinner, providing him the support he needed to untangle his thoughts. “What if he says to me tonight… I know you were jerking off to me on Friday like a fucking pervert. You didn’t even bother to clean up your cum all over my boxers. I was kind to you and took you in, but I didn’t expect you to be a fucking faggot. Pack your stuff and get out tonight.” Yuuji confided his worst fears with his dorm friends, who were aware of his attraction to Baxton. “Then you grab your stuff, and you move in with us. We’ve got your back. But before you go all bonkers, listen to what Baxton’s got to say first… from what you’ve been telling us these last few weeks about him, he doesn’t sound like that kind of person.” The words of his friends echoed in his mind as he lay in bed at midnight, still waiting for Baxton to come back. Twelve-thirty—still no sign of Baxton. One o’clock—he begins to hear some of the rugby team returning to their dorms. Baxton finally opens the door quietly, assuming Yuuji has already fallen asleep since the lights were out and it was well past bedtime. Yuuji lays still, eyes shut tight, listening as Baxton undoes his muddied rugby gear and turns on the shower. He feels a strong urge to sneak a glance at Baxton in the shower again, but he knows better than to make that mistake a second time. Despite Dom’s physique being one that anyone would envy, and Yuuji feeling a spark of attraction and getting rock hard in the silky bath, it was Baxton’s manly charm that genuinely captivated him. Yuuji could smell the fresh fragrance of Baxton’s shower gel as he stepped out of the bathroom. Even with his eyes closed, he could easily picture every curve of Baxton’s muscular form—how he longed for it. He yearned for those strong arms to wrap around him as he drifted off to sleep. In this unfamiliar place, Baxton felt like his safe haven, but now that comfort seemed temporarily out of reach. Yuuji craved a heartfelt conversation and sought a resolution, yet he remained frozen on the bed, reluctant to take the first step. Before he knew it, he could hear Baxton snoring softly in his sleeping bag. Yuuji let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of relief and regret, knowing his hesitance had only led to a detour. Maybe tomorrow—if he could gather the courage, or perhaps not at all.

I find that a lot of Singaporean guys shy away from speaking to foreigners, which is not super helpful to up anyone’s charisma. I think charisma is being worldly, looking beyond the meagre differences between them and other people, and treating everyone equally and with respect, not because they are subservient, but because they’re confident enough to believe in themselves and their own self-worth, while simultaneously also believing in the worth of everyone else and not being threatened by them. Truly charismatic people make you feel special, but really they make (almost) everyone they come across feel special.

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I found myself feeling very perturbed and highly irritable when I hear the "jap porn moans". I'm glad that these moaners are having so much fun that they felt the need to share their joys with the entire Chinatown. Frankly there's nothing more I would like to shove my smelly old sock into their gobs. I honestly cannot imagine being in the position of the top guy. The deflation of my penis would have completed before you draw your next breath. Well, to each his own, and of course there's nothing I can do but to get dressed and walk away from that trauma. I've had many many fond memories from KB, but I found that my annoyance had tipped the scale enough to for me to go to a different establishment where I find more reasons to smile than frown. Or perhaps I've gotten too old for this shite.

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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.

when i was in the army, we showered together, and half of us usually have rock hard with head exposed.... some just need to jerk off.... nothing to it.... there were no rules against jerking off and we were just told to make it quick over and done with.... so , dont know about now adays..... what are the SAF rules ?? .... we were told that there is a war and dont waste precious time... just do what you have to do and get back to battle stations......

Was at TMC ytd between 2pm to 4pm. I went into the steam room and before I even notice anything there was a guy sucking me. I am an exhibitionist so I told him to bring it out to the jacuzzi. I was lying on the edge of the jacuzzi while he sucked me in the full view of everyone showering and in the jacuzzi. The height was just nice for someone standing to shove a cock into my mouth. So I was getting sucked and sucking someone at the same time. A few guys came over to touch me all over and pick my nipples, I like letting all who like my body to touch me as they wish. We are all there to have fun, there's no need to be shy. The only thing that could make that better was maybe someone fingering my ass. Finally went out to the smoking area where there were a few guys all naked, watching me getting sucked and finally cumming. I love the feeling of letting go especially when everyone is watching, with nothing to hide. You should know if you see me. Might be going again today

Well put. Different people have different priorities, not for us to judge. But most importantly, those who bother to pen down something here have been impacted positively by working out. There are many intangible benefits that may not be gratified in the quickest time but we appreciate in the long run. cheers to more workouts.

12 Mar 3rd time the charm… thanks to 1-1 It started as pure coincidence… just 2 strangers showing up at the same place same time for the same 1-1 promotion.. no prior arrangement, no texts exchanged. Yet there we were, again. By the 3rd time, it wasn’t just chance.. it was almost like an unspoken expectation. The moment we spotted each other at the entrance, there was no need for words… just a smile and shared look that said “Alright! Let’s go in together”. And though our conversations have been brief.. there is a certain ease in this routine, maybe because of your gentle and friendly demeanor. Hopefully can chat a bit more next time while at the same time respecting each other privacy. 🙂

Each time I go, the air-conditioned private rooms had people cuddling or moaning or what not inside. 4 private rooms... good place to take a nap too if one likes to escape for a few hours. Weekdays opened 5 to 10pm and Weekends (PH) opened 3pm to 10pm. Sat the most people as its naked night the entire upstairs. Sunday at the moment is underwear night entire 2 floors. As it is a club, there's a one time membership fee of 30/-. Daily entrances are 30/- and 35/-. Daily drinks are provided. Weekends free food and refreshments when Buka Puasa around 7:30pm. The TV room is most happening when daring ppl play in front of the tv or by the door of the tv room... tv room also holds 2 booths with holes on the back walls. Curious ppl can go behind those walls behind if doors are closed.

Hi. My regular and I are looking for a threesome or a four-way on Wednesday, 12 March. He can host at a hotel around City Hall. We’re looking for one or two more tops. You don’t have to be muscular cos neither of us is, so someone lean or reasonably well-maintained works. I should add, since this might be crucial for some, that one of us isn’t Chinese. So if you have racial “preferences”, it might not work. Otherwise, DM if you’re interested.

This morning session 1 at CW, it was so little people that I’m able to walk freely around the pool with my thong. Feels so good.

Best advice I’ve heard is to take it one day at a time and trust the process! So far it’s been fine but the important thing is that you consciously decide every day (or however many days per week) to work out (whatever that may be) prioritise, set some time and train hard, eat well and your body will change before you notice it! We got this

Bedok Reservoir Park Friday, 7 March You started your run at 5:45am shirtless with black shorts. You had your white dog with you. I was in white shorts and shirtless too. let me know if you’re here.

I fully agreed with your statement. In my late teens i more to lean as when i was in jc I more into swimming slowly hit to gym. When i in the national service i was in the force. That is when i see one of the officer he look good in uniform. Till one fine day i saw him shower without closing the door. Till i saw his nude tight bods. Till one day i approached him to trained and advised about supplements. After that day no turning back frm there onward i flaunt my muscle tend to wear tiny super low undies or swimming trunk,thong,g-string. Even at the gym i take my time to strip to change even suntanning in very tiny skimpy gear. Feel good ppl looked at me. My hard work paid off.

my boner doesnt go down even after it shot it's load... but i am proud of it

Hi, Mly Top here 38 173 90kg. Looking for btms chub/bears. Im able to host in bukit batok. Dm me 😃😃

Was having fun with a guy last night when he started coughing on and off. Ended the session right away! Guys please be more courteous. If you're sick just rest at home. Don't spread your sickness around 😷

Lumpini Park, Phahon Theatre, 39 Hornet Coffee, Hawaii Cinema. Been there, done that. Details of these places are in my various posts and replies. There's also Chatuchak or Rot Fai Park, but I haven't been there yet.

I love going to TMC to suck guys off at the roof top. I’ll always be naked there and offer to suck any guy at the roof top like the slut I am. Haha I’ve had a few guys watch me be a slut. Once an older guy brought me to the dark room, mouth fucked me and came on me suddenly. I didn’t even know he was gonna cum and he was replaced by another guy. I felt so used. I loved it.

Went to TeMan Spa last weekend. Don't know why. A bit disappointed. I booked at 5pm but was moved to 6pm as they said next available therapist is at 6pm. I arrived early expecting a crowd. But only 2 people inside 😅. Its was raining. That may be the factor of poor attendance. I ask the reception guy whether there were less therapist working or too many customers as my appt being move forward. He replied too many customers. But inside got staffs only walking here and there. Some doing cleaning. Only 2 patrons enjoying the jacuzzi. I proceed with massage 1H. Then I found out. Sauna wasn't switch on. Jacuzzi also not switched on. Seems they really save electricity. Got 4 patrons by the time I finished my massage. Its difficult as we had to go down and find the staff at the reception and ask them to switch on the sauna and jacuzzi. The sauna was at 35'c. By the time I wanna go back it just hit 60'c. And then the shower. Very poor water pressure compared to last time. Only steam room working good that day. But at least my massage was good. I met one Chinese tall guy. He complaint of poor massage he had. Then had to experience poor facilities. Poor guy. But we had lite fun in the steam room. Lol.

Prefer to go around 2pm, lesser crowds, but usually will get to have fun... After 6pm, most ppl seems like cruising only... Haha

Absolutely hated my 2.5 NS years, even though made a few friends. But ICT was a different thing. The decade long cycle was one of the most enjoyable experiences I have had, in my opinion and perspective. I always looked forward to going back for ICT. Met up with the motley crew of ah bengs and ah sengs who have no problems or barriers in chatting and bantering with the “air” level and “tak chek kias”. We came from a very diverse and disparate spectrum of educational, economic, cultural, financial, orientation, occupational demographics — but we got along fine and well. In my cohort, we had a bus driver, a banking executive, construction workers, odd job labourers, a creative director, many civil servants, an insurance and financial agent, a lawyer, a few family run businessmen, a few company directors, an upholstery manufacturer, a high network banker, a few stock brokers, a metalworks specialist, an events company owner, a few IT specialists. It’s a microcosm of Singapore society in a remote space for a yearly stretch of 2 to 2.5 weeks, and it was enriching, informative, even funny and downright hilarious at times. And we always looked forward to our group chats. Just sitting around during our rest details and exchanging information and perspectives. Just to talk and verbalise thoughts, personal or otherwise. Connect with one another in spite of our different backgrounds and statuses. Perhaps it was due to the fact that we have had life and corporate work experiences under our belts when we came back to ICT. Or perhaps we just craved their opportunity to mingle and bond and communicate. We all had a ball heading back, and actually missed it when ultimately we had to be out processed into the reserve list. That was a memorable and meaningful decade.

Met a guy as we kept moving around to find the right place to cruise privately. Found one spot and let him suck me off at the hidden corner, followed by fucking his ass after. Felt like we were doing outdoor porn. So shiok!

I’m tall fit (195cm) Aussie guy. married and enjoy eager mm fun. travel to SG from aus regularly.

Planning to visit Yunnan Garden at NTU what’s the best time to strip naked and which spot cruisy? I stay in hall so can chill lol

Was at TMC ytd between 2pm to 4pm. I went into the steam room and before I even notice anything there was a guy sucking me. I am an exhibitionist so I told him to bring it out to the jacuzzi. I was lying on the edge of the jacuzzi while he sucked me in the full view of everyone showering and in the jacuzzi. The height was just nice for someone standing to shove a cock into my mouth. So I was getting sucked and sucking someone at the same time. A few guys came over to touch me all over and pick my nipples, I like letting all who like my body to touch me as they wish. We are all there to have fun, there's no need to be shy. The only thing that could make that better was maybe someone fingering my ass. Finally went out to the smoking area where there were a few guys all naked, watching me getting sucked and finally cumming. I love the feeling of letting go especially when everyone is watching, with nothing to hide. You should know if you see me. Might be going again today