Army Days / NS Stories & Everything About Military Life (Compiled)

[miles]

I got busy with work and subsequently forgot about our meeting. A few months later some dreadful news appeared over my Facebook feed. An army buddy’s dad had passed on. I always tell my friends, at our age, we no longer attend wedding dinners, first-month parties. Instead, now we start going to each other’s parent(s) wakes, and sadly that’s only the time you’d get to see your fellow army friends.  

 

I know I'm getting rather melodramatic, but it’s scary when you know that you’re hitting the big Five-Zero. Time has gone by so fast. Mortality is becoming more real by the day, especially seeing how our parents are ageing. Have I done anything significant in life? Do I have enough money to retire by 65? Both questions lead to the answer: no. I suspect I have depression. 

 

So we all know the drill – someone would set up a Whataspp chat group about the wake and we would decide when we will be attending the wake. For those who can’t, they are responsible for PayLah-ing the ‘pek kim’ (condolence money) for those who are.  

 

The very same evening I received a message from Chong. My heart skipped a little. He asked me if I was heading to the wake. My buddy left Chong out of the Whatsapp group so he didn’t get the details. I told him I was going to be there around 7:30pm, after work and as Chong’s usual style of correspondence he offered a “OK c u”.  

 

On a balmy evening in an old neighbourhood in Toa Payoh, we all gathered to pay our last respects to Uncle. My buddy was busy taking care of the logistics and greeting the relatives, so the bunch of us just sat around the table, tucking in into the delicious curry chicken. Why does curry chicken always taste so good at wakes? 

 

Chong was uncharacteristically late as usual. “Aiya,” one of my friends remarked. “He’s always late one. Maybe even to his own wedding. That’s why the wife dumped him” I glared at him “So chek ark!” My friend retorted. “That what they said what – his wife initiated the separation.” 

 

Chong was never known to be on time or responsible. Heck, that was how I had to go knock on his bunk door when he didn’t appear at First Parade. CSM was screaming bloody murder and ordered me to go fetch him. And that’s how I ended up sucking Chong’s dick for the first time. 

 

He finally showed up, almost an hour later than the agreed time. “Sorry, sorry, last-minute pickup lah.” He smiled sheepishly.  

 

By then, a few of the group have left, as it was a working day the next day. Chong went to pay his respects, paid the pek kim and we sat and chatted a bit.  

 

When it was our turn to go, Chong again offered us a ride. I was the only one who didn’t drive, so I felt I shouldn’t turn him down since I did the first time. He gave a nonchalant “Ok let’s go” and I followed him behind like a little puppy. 

 

[miles]

“Thanks for sending me back.”  

 

Chong wasn’t too bothered “Ok lah, I live nearby anyway, also my shift ended.” 

 

The drive to my place was quiet other than the crooning of another Mandarin ballad from the car’s radio. It was from HaoFM, the station that plays all the songs from yesteryear. I was still in denial when I was told the pop songs from the 90s are now played on Gold 90FM. It’s too old, even for Class 95.  

 

“You’re still the same, last time in our company line you’ll be listening to all these Chinese pop as well.” I said. 

 

“Cannot change one lah. I still like Andy, Jacky, Vivian.... Do you mind if I smoke?” 

 

I said go ahead. He rolled down the window at the red traffic light and lit up a cigarette. I remember kissing him full mouth-on-mouth with his cigarette smell.  

 

“Nowadays, people like me, no education, serve half my life in SAF, come out do what? It’s either Grab driver or insurance agent.” I remember jumping into a cab years ago, only to realize that the cab driver was one of the old enciks from my camp.  

 

Traffic was horrible when we go onto CTE. It was bumper to bumper even though it was already close to 10pm.  

 

“So, do you live alone now?” I asked Chong. 

 

“Yeah, I rented a room. We are now selling the house so I let her and the kids live there.” 

 

“Can I ask.... what happened?” 

 

Chong seemed a little stumped and I quickly replied to my own question. “It’s ok you don’t have to reply. None of my business anyway.” 

 

“It’s ok lah. It’s already over. She caught me with someone. We already had problems lah, finance, kids, and this just makes the whole thing worse.” 

 

“Doesn’t help when I was drinking and smoking. But I didn’t gamble. I still brought money home. Not as much as her but at least I contributed. But she’s still not happy. What can I do?” 

 

Chong continued rambling while I was surprised at the amount of information he had offered to someone who he hasn’t met in close to 2 decades.  

 

After Chong got married, his wife gave birth a few months later. They didn’t have much savings but still managed to make a downpayment for a 3-room HDB flat. Things started going downhill after the birth of their second child, a girl.  

 

“She didn’t want me to touch her anymore. I was so pek chek.” 

 

“That’s when I met someone else.” 

 

I looked straight ahead at the jam and didn’t know how to react. After a while, I said “how did she find out?” 

 

“She saw my messages... went through my phone. Massive fight. We decided to go for counselling but then we discovered that I have ah...” 

 

“What? You have what?” It better not be some disease. 

 

“Quite pai sey to say lah. But not STD ah.” 

 

“Say lah!” 

 

“Doctor said I have sexual addiction. So I’m always looking for sex to satisfy myself and I’m always fucking horny all the time. Sometimes in the middle of my shift I will have to find a quiet spot to pak chiu cheng, you know?” 

 

I was shocked that he was willing to divulge so much personal information but at the same time, as much as I didn’t feel right, I experienced an erection. My work pants were quite tight so it became super uncomfortable. Then I felt something else. Fuck, I’m leaking precum. 

 

“Wow.” That’s all I could muster. 

 

“Don’t tell anyone else, ok. I told you because... you know, we have gone through this before.” And then out of the blue, Chong placed his hand on my lap and squeezed it lightly.  

 

“Chong, I...” I didn’t react.  

 

We exited the expressway and have soon arrived at the multistorey carpark near my flat. He stopped the car and the air was still and awkward.  

 

“Thanks for the ride... Chong. I hope you will manage to sort out your situation.” 

 

“Ang, do you still miss what we did together back then?” 

 

I was dumbfounded. I never thought I’ll never hear this again. 

 

“What do you mean? I...” 

 

Chong leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Our lips still touching, my hand moved behind his head and he introduced his tongue inside my mouth. “Mmmmfff....” I groaned. 

 

Chong’s hand then shifted to my crotch and squeezed it. My penis stiffened even more. I could taste his cigarette smell, something that I missed so much. 

 

“Want to come to my place?” I finally said it. Tonight is where we will fuck again after such a long time. 

 

“You live alone?” 

 

“Yeah. Fuck I bloody miss you.” I kissed him again, our tongues entangled, my hand ruffling the hair on the back of his head.  

 

“Ok, let me park.” Chong parked his car and we head out of his car. Then I realized his erection was visible though his super thin shorts. He looked down and gave me a sheepish smile. “We better hurry, I’m not wearing any underwear.” By then half of mine was already soaked in precum, having not jack off for the past 2 days.  

 

 

[bi2bi69]

@miles- that was a very interesting story you shared. I read 3 times as it reminded me the man I had frequent sex with in the past is also called Chong.

I was in my mid-twenties working in an international bank. He was our operations manager, muscular and married. He was very close to me from the first day I join.

I was the one who turned him into a bottom but his pec and thick cock was to die for. I was not much of a suckee but I love to blow him until he cum into my mouth. We usually do 69 until we cum into each other mouth. I love to lick every inch of his meaty muscular body and I even rimmed him from time to time.

We kissed and do whatever one would love to do to each other. But he is rough in bed as he loves to bite. My nipples were always sore whenever we had sex.

He is much older than me, about 12 years apart. Last saw him, he still looks good for a senior. 

Keep your story coming and let me fantasise. 

Thank you.