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Love this totally. Not restricting to just one or two positions but favorite for me will be missionary. Can kiss is an enjoyment and able to tease my boy with a wink here and there as well as seeing his expression when teasing the hole with combination of different plunging. Of course, can close the legs, open wide both legs, open wide one of the legs, plunging will give the btm different sensations and experiences. At the end, its mutual enjoyment. The top needs to vary your plunging styles and positions to give different sensations and experiences to your btm. Its the duty of the top.

Am interested to go to the sauna for the first time. Looking for someone (or more) to take my mouth with your cock for my first time. Can guide and mouth fuck me however you like. End off with your hot cum in my mouth and i will swallow. Just no penetration

Feelz like tanning afternoon later but the weather is unpredictable. Maybe fap in toilet too while sweaty hehe

Went to a massage outlet in JB recently. I had been to this same outlet multiple times before and was serviced by random male therapists each time. This was second time I was not provided shorts to put on during the massage, so I simply stripped naked. Previous time this happened, I figured the therapist had simply forgotten to take the shorts from the cabinet (usually they take towels and shorts from there and brought them together as they led me to the massage room) and I had kept my underwear on. Now that it has happened a second time (with a different therapist), I was not sure if it was really because they forgot. I decided to just see what would happen if I stripped naked, and also cos I did not want oil to get on my briefs. My back was covered with towel partially throughout the massage (at first the lower half, then the upper half leaving my butt completely exposed). When it came time to turn around, I was surprised to see the masseur had removed his own t-shirt. The room was not particularly warm in my opinion. Nothing else happened, though I got noticeably hard (he never touched my private area, just long strokes reaching towards it). My hardon was visibly throbbing under the towel until the very end when he removed the towel and just let my dick be free as he wiped me down my entire body (again, not really touching my groin area). We both didn't really say anything throughout and we did not really make much eye contact. This was the first time I had ever experienced a ("normal") masseur in a massage shop removing his top. Wondering if anyone else had encountered before? Did it lead to anything else? 🤔

Hosting at a hotel in town (from 3pm onwards), prefer lean fit/ muscular guys. dm if you are keen: role (top/ btm/ vers) stats pics (mandatory, most recent pics please) NO DRUGS ALLOWED. Condoms and lube to be provided. Looking for around 5-6 pax. More details to be provided in dm

I’m a grab driver. Fantasize driving an Indian foreign worker back to his dorm one night and have to follow him up to his room to collect my fare. There are more than 10 of his friends in his room and when he shouted something to them in Tamil, all his friends surround me and stripped me naked. Then they will parade me around the whole dorm fully naked to anyone to see, touch, grope and molest before tying me on a table in the open compound with both legs apart and in the air for anyone in the whole dorm to gang rape me. As I’m being bred by them one after another, the rest will be taking turns biting and sucking on my nipples and sucking on my cock to make me cum again and again until I’m dry ….. and yet they continue to suck

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Moral of the story: Don’t believe too much of what you read here. People tell his story w many reasons behind it. Only seeing w your own eyes is believing

Yck stadium is my current exhibition ground, just shower in the open cubicle and watching myself through the mirror. The crowd is just nice, people walking in and out of the toilet intervally, and had some fun with some of them. a good location to exhibit.

Universal tip: Don't be creepy

Keybox should enforce a rule for those patrons with smart watches. they should not be on them while in the dark maze. The term DARK room - the purpose of have the room DARK not LIT UP. its not a TORCHLIGHT room. and I think its rude for these patrons with smartwatches to deliberately shine on other patrons while theyre in action with other guys in my opinion it’s not ok. so the management should think about enforcing that rule. no smartwatches when entering dark rooms

i think tights is okay, but if wear shorts only please ensure is not loose type with big opening. i ever saw someone did that and his balls drop out when he was doing dumbbell bench press. yes his balls so low hang that it drops out and can see.

hmm look out for the theme/rate of the day. they are the same every week just find out which are the theme you'd like to go, do join the membership for $10 if Singaporean even if you'd only go there once or twice. as single entry fee is $22 while members pay $6-12 on top of the member fee depending on age and time period, which is still cheaper than single entry. don't be afraid to stand your ground and walk/push away people who you aren't keen on touching you as many there are rather shameless and will NOT give up.

Recently had a fantasy involving CMNM, exhibition humiliation and age play/power play. Being naked in the presence of man/men 10+ years older or younger than I am or foreign workers, being looked and given dirty looks, being called humiliating terms while I am edging, jerking off and pleasuring myself.

Sometimes I imagine how it'll in a massive orgy with lots of guys young n old, after all the fuck n suck for hours, no one is allowed to cum, and everyone puts on clothes n go home horny. Stay home and goon until the next orgy the next night. Those who accidentally cum will be tied up as slaves for use. Goes on for a month like no nut October then have a grand fuck n everybody let loose at the end of the month

Happened to choose him for my session recently as he’s my preferred bod type and age. Nice a friendly boy, and every bit as fun sized as described in his profile. As expected the massage itself was nothing to shout about. I nudged him into a full tongue worship of my bod. He eventually couldn’t resist taking my cock into his mouth but we couldn’t go further as I didn’t prepare a condom. Nonetheless as a dutiful top, I gave his hole a good fingering. He told me his preference for dominant manly types, which I took to be an open invitation for something more. Finally finished in his mouth. So I asked for his contact and got him to come over to my room another night. Ate his hole thoroughly - his was the type that is seasoned and allowed easy entry but still relatively firm enough due to his youth. He didn’t put up much of a resistance for initial penetration despite my girth, and quickly went into a btm high and cried 爸爸 as I ploughed him with full force. Having shared my experience, would also like to emphasise that we should still respect therapists like Hogan as individuals and not treat them like sex workers. While nobody would go for such sessions with serious massage in mind, whether do they anything with you, or agree to meet up with you separately for that matter, is entirely up to their personal choices and motivations.

I saw this review and gave the massage shop a try hehe.. Tl;dr - I got fucked 🥲 The booking process was indeed quick. They offered me a choice from their masseurs as well. Price was same RM120 for an hour. My massage was not that sensual as described, but it was in a proper way that my tight chest and shoulder from gymming feels very fresh now! But when my chest was being oil-massaged, the masseur started smiling while I was twitching myself half from DOMS pain and half from edging... He suddenly asked me how old I am. I told him I'm 30. Couldn't see his expression in the darkness.. I asked him back the same question. He said he's 20 🤦‍♂️ He tried to finish the session by making me sit up and massage my shoulder and back. After a few moment, he whispered into my ear from behind "you top? bottom?" I thought the session might be over without HE as he seemed uninterested, so I was little bit surprised. As soon as i timidly replied 'err.. bottom', he started licking my neck from behind. I turned my face. He grabbed my face and started kissing me fiercely. He took off his underwear. I lay down back on the massage matt and we started frotting. It felt really nice hugging and touching such slender yet firm torso and thigh... He fucked me till he came and gave me a handjob at the end. I was expecting a demand for tip when I returned to the room from shower. But he bade me goodbye instead. Guess I was lucky to pick his horny day.

Singaporeans are really hung up over what is considered ‘decency’ aren’t they? To a highly salacious degree - and the more taboos they create the more sexually tempting the prospect of exposure becomes. A look at this forum will tell you how many guys find some form of public exposure sexy, particularly if it is perceived as unintentional. I think the laws exist to cover all possible scenarios, because you never know what individuals are capable of; there are laws against jaywalking, PMD-riding on pavements, and swearing in public, but lots of people do it anyway with no consequences. As long as you don’t cause major accidents with your jaywalking or swearing (or topless running for that matter - hot tip: the guys most likely to cause accidents while running tooless seem to mostly do so on the entirely pedestrianised Marina Bay park loop, far from fast-moving vehicular traffic but within view of as many strollers as possible) I don’t think the law will come for you. As for nudity, like being openly gay, I’m sure attitudes have changed a fair bit. Once the old aunties (and it is always the old aunties with their puckered-up sour-kana face) who are obsessed with ‘public decency’ die out eventually I doubt our current youngsters will grow up with such hang-ups. At most it will be viewed as something to mock. Who knows, maybe by 2040 being in the altogether on Tanjong or Siloso Beach might be par for the course. For now, we have the eastern end of ECP. You young’uns, with your firm, slick, porpoise-like bodies, come join us and improve the scenery, okay? make the regulars there happy. 🙂

Loves wearing soft and silky panties with skirt or nighties. Seeking a helping hand to slide into my skirt and caress or grope my di#k

I was working as a staff in the printing room few years ago. It was a completely enclosed space with no windows, only a door to come in and out. There was an evening that my colleagues left early, only me in the room. I suddenly felt so horny, started jerking off at my seat, even recorded myself. Was so excited and keep checking at the door to ensure no one coming in, and I cummed all over myself. Too bad the video was lost when I changed to my current phone

Recently my 6 mths membership ended and i have been paying for golden hr/7pm promo. The staffs recognise me because i was a member. At the frequency im going joya, it makes sense for me to buy membership, so the staffs will ask me to consider. And the few times i said no because idk my schedule for the next couple of months. The staffs are very understanding about it and dont push or question me further which makes me feel at ease and my pace. I really appreciate that, which is why i finally bought my next 6 months membership with them again! The few very rare establishments that dont hard sell and prove their worth through improvements.

Looking for someone to take my mouth with your cock for my first time. Can guide and mouth fuck me however you like. End off with your hot cum in my mouth and i will swallow

Anyone wanna suck me?

Light fun, can host east coast area, pm me

Serdang Raya MRT now

To find out if you are gay or bi, you need to conduct an experiment on yourself. Watch gay porn and see if get an erection. For the results to be conclusive, repeat the experiment 3 times. NOTE: Do not watch straight porn as you don't know where your eyes are focusing on. That's what I did for myself. Hope it helps.

I was at Keybox last night and it was really jammed packed!! Saw alot of tourists and foreigners from different parts of the world for the Lady Gaga concert premiering later tonight (18 May 2025 - Sunday)!! And you know what?.. They keep playing Lady Gaga's songs throughout the night! 😅😅😅😅😅👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 Anyway, I managed to have fun with a Malaysian tattooed twink (slim and real cute) & when we exited from the room around 8pm+ it was jammed packed at the cruising corridor area.. it took us quite awhile to squeeze and manoeuvre through all those naked bodies in order for us to get to the outside locker area. 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 Lots of good looking hunks & quite a number of tall muscular body guys as well.. & then I hanged around abit using their jacuzzi and so on.. Later when I entered the dark maze area at around 11:25pm, it was still jammed packed, even inside the darkroom. A friend of mine who arrived later, told me when he entered around 10pm+ there was already a long Q waiting to go in. And when I left at 12 midnight, there were still a few guys coming in. Last night was really good business for Keybox 😅😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Oddly I dreamt I was the only naked man in this guy’s office, and it was terrifying while also exciting how these older guys slowly stripped me, and got me to jerk off before them. When they’re done, I needed to search the entire office for my clothes…

looking to be massaged, 22 180 72 local chn. dm me with stats thanks

Thinking of edging naked at Sembawang park toilet later tonight, PM if anyone is keen to drop by

Looking back 16/5 6pm+ KJ pool one handsome guy bj me, your dick is so huge , did not saved your contact

Brandon the Swim Jock Part 2 The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon’s sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson’s touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him. Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence. Brandon’s days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his professors. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn’t help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance. “My, my, look at those muscles!” exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an rotund history professor with an effeminate gait. “You’ve really been working hard, haven’t you?” Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The pudgy teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man’s muscular frame. Mr. Harrison, another aging professor with a receding hairline, couldn’t stop praising Brandon’s athleticism. “You’re a natural, son,” he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. “Keep up the good work.” The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men. One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon’s nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. “You know, Brandon,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training.” Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon’s chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher’s fingers traced the contours of his body. Emboldened by Brandon’s reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man’s parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his professors. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for “extra help.” The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn’t normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong. Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring his hot muscular body. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training. Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson. Brandon’s training finished, his muscles throbbing with exertion. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting a golden hue over the pool deck. As Brandon reached for his towel, the coach appeared, blocking his path. “Leave that,” Mr. Thompson said, his eyes raking over Brandon’s body. “Come to my office like that.” Brandon hesitated, his heart pounding. He glanced down at his skimpy Speedo, the fabric clinging to his muscular thighs and accentuating every curve of his powerful legs. His abs rippled as he shifted, the material straining over his bulging package. With a deep breath, he nodded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. Mr Thompson then winked and said “I’ve got a surprise for you Brandon!” The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach’s prize swimmer. Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson’s office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited. As he stepped inside, Brandon’s eyes fell upon Coach Thompson, who was sitting behind his desk with a wide grin on his face. But it wasn’t the coach that made Brandon’s heart skip a beat; it was the four old men sitting across from him. Brandon recognized them instantly as the same men from the photos on Mr. Thompson’s desk. The men looked up as Brandon entered, their eyes hungrily devouring his toned body, clad only in the skimpy Speedo he had been instructed to wear. A sense of sexual tension filled the room as they leered at him, making Brandon feel like a prized piece of meat on display. “Ah, Brandon! Right on time,” Coach Thompson said, his voice oozing with satisfaction. “Come in, close the door, and meet our esteemed guests.” Brandon hesitantly approached the men, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see the lust in their eyes, and it gave him goosebumps, making his skin all the more sensitive. One of the men, a diminutive balding gentleman with a potbelly, spoke up first. “So, you’re the famous Brandon, eh? We’ve heard so much about you.” His words were laced with desire, and Brandon could feel his cock twitching in response. Another man, this one lanky with a thin moustache and beady eyes, chimed in. “Yes, yes. We’ve seen pictures of your progress, but nothing compares to the real thing.” He gestured towards Brandon’s speedo, his skeletal fingers almost brushing against the outline of the younger man’s growing erection. Brandon felt his face flush as the men continued to ogle at him, making small talk about his physique and asking him questions about his training regimen. The lecherous undertones in their voices left no doubt as to their true intentions, and Brandon found himself both repulsed and aroused by their attention. Coach Thompson watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying Brandon’s discomfort. “Now, Brandon, why don’t you flex for us?” he suggested, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m sure the gentlemen would love to see you just how far you’ve come with your training." The men chuckled amongst themselves, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon was unsure but was not able to verbalise anything. Instead, he swallowed hard, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to their desires. “Go on,” Mr. Thompson urged, his voice increasingly demanding. “Let us have a good look at our star swimmer.” As Brandon stood before the old men, his body still tingling from their touch, Mr. Thompson smiled down at him and said, “You know, boys, I think it would be a great idea for Brandon to show off his progress with a little posing routine. Don’t you agree?” The men eagerly nodded their agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon felt a mixture of excitement and unease as he realized that he would once again be the center of attention for these lustful older men. He took a deep breath and began to flex his muscles, performing a series of poses that highlighted his chiseled physique. As he did so, the men let out appreciative whistles and cheers, encouraging him to continue. Brandon couldn’t help but feel proud of his body as he watched the older men fawn over his every move. Their compliments and desire made him feel strong and powerful, and he found himself revelling in the attention. After several minutes of posing, one of the men spoke up, his voice dripping with lust. “Mr. Thomson, we really should be able to touch Brandon’s muscles to appreciate his progress as a champion swimmer,” he said, his gaze lingering on Brandon’s toned abs. Mr. Thomson hesitated for a moment, then nodded his assent. “Alright, boys, you can touch, but be gentle. We don’t want to hurt our star swimmer.” The portly gentleman, Mr. Steamback reached out first towards Brandon’s chest. He began softly massaging his pecs and Brandon instinctively flexed them, responding to Mr Steamback’s touch. The sensation of the man pressing on his hardening pectorals brought forth an electric pleasure surging through Brandon’s body. With each contraction of his fibers came a swift wave of enjoyment from his groin to the top of his head. The rest of the men crowded around Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they marveled at his muscles. Brandon found himself enjoying the contact, even as he felt uncomfortable with their lustful looks. Within moments, Brandon found himself surrounded by the old men, each of them eager to touch and caress his toned physique. Their hands roamed over his chest and abs, squeezing his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon couldn’t help but moan as they explored every inch of him, their touch both gentle and demanding. The men took turns pinching and playing with Brandon’s nipples, causing him to gasp and arch his back in pleasure. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and his cock responded accordingly, growing harder and throbbing with each touch. One of the older men, Mr. Blowharder, bent down in front of Brandon and began to lavish special attention on his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. Brandon’s head fell back in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure coursed through his body. Another man, Mr. Marcel, stood behind Brandon, running his hands up and down the younger man’s arms. He marveled at the size and definition of Brandon’s biceps, urging him to flex his muscles for their enjoyment. Brandon complied, feeling a rush of power as he watched the old men fawn over his physique. As Mr. Marcel continued to admire Brandon’s biceps, he allowed his fingers to drift lower, tracing the outline of Brandon’s sides. Brandon shuddered at the touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come next. Mr. Thompson approached Brandon, a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands on Brandon’s chest, pushing him back against the wall. Brandon gasped as he felt the coach’s weight bearing down on him, the older man’s erection pressing into his hip. Without warning, Mr. Thompson leaned in and began kissing Brandon, his tongue invading Brandon’s mouth. Brandon’s moans filled the room as he gave himself over to the sensations, his body no longer his own. The other men watched with eager eyes, their own cocks straining against their pants as they waited for their turn with the young stud. They took turns caressing Brandon’s abs, thighs, and arms, each touch driving him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Brandon found himself lost in a world of sensations, his body surrendering to the desires of the older men. Mr Marcel spoke up, his voice quivering in excited lust. “It would be much easier for us to measure Brandon’s progress if he takes off his speedo,” he said, his eyes locked onto the younger man’s groin. The rest of the old men readily agreed with Mr. Marcel’s suggestion and nodded furiously while not stopping their perverted molesting of the fit swimmer. Brandon hesitated, unsure if he wanted to go that far. Mr Thompson said “You want to be a swim champ don’t you?” Brandon mouth was dry and could not say anything. He suddenly remembered his goal and the desire for approval and acceptance from these men was too strong, and he finally nodded his consent. Slowly, Brandon reached down and slipped off his Speedo, revealing his fully erect 7 inch veiny cock to the eager gazes of the old men. They let out a collective gasp, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at his naked form. The men circled around Brandon, their hungry gazes raking over his dripping wet body. He shivered slightly, feeling both exposed and aroused under their intense scrutiny. As the men moved closer, Brandon caught sight of their eager faces and the prominent bulges in their pants. A wave of lust swept through him, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. Mr Steamback, ever the eager enthusiast, reached out and cupped Brandon’s balls, causing the younger man to gasp in surprise. The touch sent electricity coursing through his veins, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, offering himself up for more. The other men continued to touch and caress him as well. Emboldened, the old men started licking Brandon’s muscles focusing on his nipples, pits, neck and bicpes. Tongues roamed over his chest and abs, sucking on his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon found himself lost in a world of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the men explored every inch of his body. It wasn’t long before he felt a burning need to release the pressure building within him, and he reached down to stroke his hardening cock. Just then, Mr. Thomson intervened, grabbing Brandon’s wrist and stopping him mid-stroke. “Not yet, my boy,” he purred, his eyes glinting with desire. “We have plenty of time for that later. For now, enjoy the attention of these fine gentlemen.” With that, Mr. Thomson leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately again, forcing his tongue past the younger man’s parted lips. The taste of the coach’s mouth, combined with the sensation of multiple hands touching his body, sent Brandon into a state of pure ecstasy. The lines between pleasure and disgust blurred as he discovered new depths of depravity, his body surrendering to the desires of his coach and the other men. Brandon’s muffled groans were so loud it was fortunate that the campus was empty. kindly consider supporting and subscribing to my inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/JockCummings

SKLxx (opposite of High) and his muscle friends were at Yunomori yesterday (Friday 16May). Anyone saw his junk? 🤪😬😝

I think it’ll be hot if I get into a car after work, without knowing where it’s headed to. Then I’m asked to strip out of my office wear, and other guys were to come onboard.

A rather old fashioned view, but a truly fulfilling anal sex session for both parties needs the top to step up and take charge. As long as the top is confident and driven by his penetrative desires, most btms will gladly let the top work on the btms hole, and most importantly keep their sphincter relaxed to enjoy the ride. Missionary allows for the most variation in penetrative angles which the top can control. Based on the moans by the btms from different missionary penetration angles, the range of sensations that the btm can experience is unmatched by other positions. In short, if in doubt just go missionary!

Awesome!!.. I believed you managed to find him over here in less than 24 hours. Just simply describe how he looks like and height and body type. And so happens he's also a member of BW & he read and responded. You know most of the time to find someone you so called "missed connection" is not easy. Happy for both of you.. Congratulations! 😅😅😅👍👍👍

Just recently I was in office, I precum so much it made an obvious wet spot on my crotch, I had to cover myself with files/folder when I’m walking around.. so yea.. maybe bringing an underwear just in case is a good idea..

hey, sounds like a familiar situation earlier, but I'm not 100% sure because i cant remember exactly my locker number now, just remember 120+ near the mouth wash area 😅 were you the one wearing long brown pants and dark coloured tshirt?

Swallowing cum, panties (G strings), and anal. Maybe wearing something sexy, bending over and getting used is a nice fetish as well

I’m 64 chn 187 103. Seeking chubs and supers. I can host. If interested please leave msg with your stats. Thanks

I hooked up with someone at a previous job. He was from a different department. We met at a washroom near the cafeteria. It was meant to be a blow-and-go but I had a condom with me, so he gave me his a**. It was hot. 😛

I enjoy freeballing on hot days like today, my heavy cok-ring keeps everything pulled downwards and not running the risk of over stimulating myself...hehe.

For those who really want to relax in steam room - Safra Jurong will be ideal. The temperature is just right and you can have the option to on or off the lights.