Bad Sex

[doncoin]

So it occurred to me as I am catching up on this forum, I had always shared my fun and pleasurable experiences. Rarely have I ever shared about the not so good experiences and I am sure many of you had your share of horror or "ugh!" moments. From guys who did not douche properly, to b.o., and other encounters, we all had those moments where we go "WTF?"

 

Feel free to chip in. I will start with 2 recent encounters I had in Singapore back in November. 

 

I was chatting with this guy in his early 40s, back and forth on Grindr, and he insisted on meeting. While he is not exactly my type per se, I agreed to meet with him. Instead of meeting directly at my hotel, I picked a nearby joint. We met at the appointed time. He worked nearby and was dressed in your typical office attire. Shirt and pants. I made polite conversation trying to get to know him on a friendly basis, but he kept hinting about wanting to have sex. While I was a bit tad horny that morning, it was something I could hold off by distracting myself with work and reserve for the evening. Nonetheless, his persistence wore me down, (ok, he used a little bit of flattery, which I fell for) and I figured WTF, let's have a quicky since I have the next 2 hours free. 

 

I brought him to my room, and quickly we both stripped to our underwear. (He wore Renoma briefs). He gave me these gentle pecks on the lips and cheeks, which felt weird like he is kissing a grandparent or a child. I am into the passionate tongue twisting type of kiss that sucks the breathe out of you, and that was the first sign of how unremarkable of things to come.  He then moved on to my nips which he suckled like I am some cow. None of that gentle bites, and little tease with the tongue. Nope. Just sucking like a baby on his mama's tit.  

After getting his fill on my nips, he moved down, and used his hands to play with the outline of my dick which got me hard through my jock. For a while, he seemed content to be just squeezing my dick but keeping it hard. No mouth action of any sort, as if he was squeezing a banana for fun. 

 

Frustrated, I pushed him against the mattress and got on top of him, and decided to take charge. I kissed him and tried to get his mouth open up, but the lips remained firmly sealed, so i moved to his neck and played his nips etc. I managed to get both our underwear off at some point, and we were both hard. As he laid on the bed, I climbed forward so that my crotch is on to his face to indicate I wanted a blow job. He smiled politely, and just grabbed it instead and gave a half ass hand job, which I could do it myself. 

 

It was at that point that I decided that this is not going to work. He is not going to blow me, much less get fucked by me, and so I stopped him. I basically told him point blank what I thought. It is not working out. I think we have different expectations of what sex is, and I think it is better that we stop and part on friendly terms. He apologized and got dress and left. After that, he pretty much blocked me on Grindr much to my relief. I don't know what he was expecting when he hinted about having sex. We probably miscommunicated somewhere along the meeting at the coffee shop. 

 

With the second guy, the circumstances were more or less similar. Again, he was someone I had chatted with for a while on Grindr, and asked to meet up. So i agreed. I was working out of the hotel that afternoon, and so I told him to just meet me at the hotel's restaurant on the third floor. He showed up on time, and I escorted him to my room after we made some polite conversation. I admit to that I have a problem, maybe it has to do with me hating to reject people outright. I always feel a little guilty for doing so, especially with guys who are not my type. But I also remind myself about karma every time I do so.

 

We got to my room, stripped. This guy was an improvement from the previous guy. The foreplay was ok, BUT when I get down ready to rim him, he stopped me as he did not douche. WTF? How is it you arrange to meet up with someone to hook up and did not douche before hand? Unfortunately the hotel toilet has no bidet. and so there was no way to continue playing. I am not into side fun, to me side fun is foreplay. I have stated before i am traditional when it comes to sex, meaning good old fashion fucking is involved. Anyway, we stopped. I was a little annoyed and I ask him to leave. 

 

He apologized profusely and asked if we could reschedule to another day when he would be more prepped. I felt bad, but I told him honestly no. Perhaps I was too quick to judge. To me sex is not that complicated. If you are approaching and coming to me, be prepared. I made it clear in my Grindr profile what I am into and enjoy. If we agree to meet, it's not really to chit chat and be friends. That takes time to evolve and build. It's Grindr, not Facebook. A number of the other guys I met and hooked up were all prepared. With one guy, we even got together three times. 

 

 

 

Edited December 3 by doncoin

[jcboy18]

i also had my own fair share of hooking up with people and they didnt tell me they didnt douche/they didnt know how to douche properly...... end up when i fucked them and when i pulled out, my dick was covered in their..... yea.... one time the guy still insisted on getting fucked even though i rlly didnt want to.... and the other one decided to js give me foreplay😅

[cutejack]

There are equally good n bad sex. Most guys keen for sex looking at yr hot body but they couldn't handle or into traditional sex as u mentioned. Two different thoughts met I guess. Luckily nothing bad happened like being forced or showing bad attitudes. That's fine I believe. Suggest next time, ask directly whether the guy wanna get penetrated before proceeding to the room. Spore guys are far different from USA la. Western n Asian can't be the same. Thanks.

Edited December 4 by cutejack

[abc_sg]

6 hours ago, doncoin said:

So it occurred to me as I am catching up on this forum, I had always shared my fun and pleasurable experiences. Rarely have I ever shared about the not so good experiences and I am sure many of you had your share of horror or "ugh!" moments. From guys who did not douche properly, to b.o., and other encounters, we all had those moments where we go "WTF?"

 

Feel free to chip in. I will start with 2 recent encounters I had in Singapore back in November. 

 

I was chatting with this guy in his early 40s, back and forth on Grindr, and he insisted on meeting. While he is not exactly my type per se, I agreed to meet with him. Instead of meeting directly at my hotel, I picked a nearby joint. We met at the appointed time. He worked nearby and was dressed in your typical office attire. Shirt and pants. I made polite conversation trying to get to know him on a friendly basis, but he kept hinting about wanting to have sex. While I was a bit tad horny that morning, it was something I could hold off by distracting myself with work and reserve for the evening. Nonetheless, his persistence wore me down, (ok, he used a little bit of flattery, which I fell for) and I figured WTF, let's have a quicky since I have the next 2 hours free. 

 

I brought him to my room, and quickly we both stripped to our underwear. (He wore Renoma briefs). He gave me these gentle pecks on the lips and cheeks, which felt weird like he is kissing a grandparent or a child. I am into the passionate tongue twisting type of kiss that sucks the breathe out of you, and that was the first sign of how unremarkable of things to come.  He then moved on to my nips which he suckled like I am some cow. None of that gentle bites, and little tease with the tongue. Nope. Just sucking like a baby on his mama's tit.  

After getting his fill on my nips, he moved down, and used his hands to play with the outline of my dick which got me hard through my jock. For a while, he seemed content to be just squeezing my dick but keeping it hard. No mouth action of any sort, as if he was squeezing a banana for fun. 

 

Frustrated, I pushed him against the mattress and got on top of him, and decided to take charge. I kissed him and tried to get his mouth open up, but the lips remained firmly sealed, so i moved to his neck and played his nips etc. I managed to get both our underwear off at some point, and we were both hard. As he laid on the bed, I climbed forward so that my crotch is on to his face to indicate I wanted a blow job. He smiled politely, and just grabbed it instead and gave a half ass hand job, which I could do it myself. 

 

It was at that point that I decided that this is not going to work. He is not going to blow me, much less get fucked by me, and so I stopped him. I basically told him point blank what I thought. It is not working out. I think we have different expectations of what sex is, and I think it is better that we stop and part on friendly terms. He apologized and got dress and left. After that, he pretty much blocked me on Grindr much to my relief. I don't know what he was expecting when he hinted about having sex. We probably miscommunicated somewhere along the meeting at the coffee shop. 

 

With the second guy, the circumstances were more or less similar. Again, he was someone I had chatted with for a while on Grindr, and asked to meet up. So i agreed. I was working out of the hotel that afternoon, and so I told him to just meet me at the hotel's restaurant on the third floor. He showed up on time, and I escorted him to my room after we made some polite conversation. I admit to that I have a problem, maybe it has to do with me hating to reject people outright. I always feel a little guilty for doing so, especially with guys who are not my type. But I also remind myself about karma every time I do so.

 

We got to my room, stripped. This guy was an improvement from the previous guy. The foreplay was ok, BUT when I get down ready to rim him, he stopped me as he did not douche. WTF? How is it you arrange to meet up with someone to hook up and did not douche before hand? Unfortunately the hotel toilet has no bidet. and so there was no way to continue playing. I am not into side fun, to me side fun is foreplay. I have stated before i am traditional when it comes to sex, meaning good old fashion fucking is involved. Anyway, we stopped. I was a little annoyed and I ask him to leave. 

 

He apologized profusely and asked if we could reschedule to another day when he would be more prepped. I felt bad, but I told him honestly no. Perhaps I was too quick to judge. To me sex is not that complicated. If you are approaching and coming to me, be prepared. I made it clear in my Grindr profile what I am into and enjoy. If we agree to meet, it's not really to chit chat and be friends. That takes time to evolve and build. It's Grindr, not Facebook. A number of the other guys I met and hooked up were all prepared. With one guy, we even got together three times. 

 

 

 

Omg, the first type of guys, I encountered so many times, even in sauna. Their kissing and licking skills are just so damn bad I feel pity for them. Sometimes I just don't understand what sex is for them when they're so reserved and didn't wanna do anything, or do everything so badly. Tsk Tsk.

[Sweetie Pie]

We are unsure of what was discussed during their Grindl Chat and subsequent meetup conversation, therefore we are giving the other side the benefit of the doubt.  It is not necessary to welcome someone into your room  (I absolutely wouldn't),  and then deal with the douching and blowing story,  if they are not truly your type and you are afraid of rejecting them.  It is sufficient to have a typical coffee shop talk and then proceed to part ways cordially. 

 

However, TS most likely has a face and a bod that people can't ignore. They are just interested in seeing how big and round his cock is, and they don't intend to blow or get fucked.   When finished, these individuals would fabricate reasons such as not having douched or not wanting to blow as a way to stop TS from advancing.  

 

The above, is my conjecture from the opposing viewpoint.

[singalion]

If something is really unpleasant, if you're sufficiently experienced, you should have learned how to handle such situations.

Be of the kinder type to just make it a stop, don't be angry and either talk about the problem gently during the meet up or have the guts to send a message afterwards.

That's what I do.

 

If the result of considering to stop the fun on something physical, it is also good to mention it. But be nice and kind. It should never be insulting.

Guys tell you about dick sizes or that they are experienced bottoms but on your bed you can sense they fear of getting penetrated by just looking at their reaction or face.

There are also many guys who don't really want the fuck but just side fun, but aren't honest about it, which makes a top feel disappointed and angry.

Best is if you have learned to control your emotions, not to burst out, but just make the point to tell them why you are disappointed.

 

And let's be honest: Also tops can be frustrating for bottoms, in particular when you don't get your tool into the required hardness.

So don't tell anyone that all bottoms go home satisfied and don't face frustrations during the fun.

 

Surely, we also can't expect any bottom to be super clean down there. Even with douche it can happen that there is some "residue". Let's keep friendly. that is just a risk that every top takes when handling a bottom. If it just rests there and doesn't mess up your bed sheets, be happy.

 

 

[singalion]

8 hours ago, doncoin said:

It was at that point that I decided that this is not going to work. He is not going to blow me, much less get fucked by me, and so I stopped him. I basically told him point blank what I thought. It is not working out. I think we have different expectations of what sex is, and I think it is better that we stop and part on friendly terms. He apologized and got dress and left. After that, he pretty much blocked me on Grindr much to my relief. I don't know what he was expecting when he hinted about having sex. We probably miscommunicated somewhere along the meeting at the coffee shop. 

 

 

Differing expectations, lack of communication was the problem here. The issue was more on the questions to ask before you meet up.

Kissing, sucking.

 

Just keeping it with dick size, top or bottom might not give you the pleasure you expect.

 

It is always recommended to ask in what sort of fun they guys will engage. (In your case whether he would suck your dick or not).

 

Here in Singapore we have that big issue that all people always write "FUN".

I would always ask : "What sort of fun?"

 

If the guys don't respond what they actually seek, then I less inclined to meet them.

 

As an explanation for this particular meet up: As it was during the lunch hours, the other guy might have just expected a short quickie fun, you topping him and that's it.

 

 

 

[singalion]

9 hours ago, doncoin said:

I admit to that I have a problem, maybe it has to do with me hating to reject people outright. I always feel a little guilty for doing so, especially with guys who are not my type. But I also remind myself about karma every time I do so.

 

Actually I had expected that by now you're of an age that you learn to handle such situations.

 

Unless you are dead horny ... but best is to reject from the start instead of keeping people in a belief that it will work out.

 

I know that ugly situation of having someone in your hotel room and then need to tell him that it probably will not work with him.

You should change your stance on this and just learn a good approach to nicely reject the guy.

I mostly just direct the conversation to something else, weather, work, food... and then just admit "it wouldn't work between us".

 

Most guys are very understanding, when you nicely reject.

If the guy is acceptable in looks and it is nothing physical, then maybe just let him suck you and  jerk him off.

In most cases guys just wanna cum.

For the rejection I would just use some words that the profile pictures don't match the reality or that I expected something different.

It also works to tell the guy: "We can try but I probably won't get hard at all".

99.9% of the guys understand this.

 

 

 

[singalion]

9 hours ago, doncoin said:

How is it you arrange to meet up with someone to hook up and did not douche before hand? Unfortunately the hotel toilet has no bidet. and so there was no way to continue playing.

 

On that douching, cleanliness issue I already commented in the first reply.

 

 

[singalion]

2 hours ago, abc_sg said:

Omg, the first type of guys, I encountered so many times, even in sauna. Their kissing and licking skills are just so damn bad I feel pity for them. Sometimes I just don't understand what sex is for them when they're so reserved and didn't wanna do anything, or do everything so badly. Tsk Tsk.

 

There are different types:

 

a) Guys who never learned to kiss at all

b) Guys who don't like intimate (tongue to tongue. French) kisses

c) Guys kiss but are unskilled

d) Guys who don't kiss in cruising spots or saunas

 

Kissing is similar to good sucks and bad sucks... Plenty of guys are actually bad suckers.

 

I also don't think you can look for extended romance and foreplay in a sauna.

 

 

[notd]

Oh god, I've waited for someone to ask this for the longest time, and I've also kept this in for an inhumane amount of time, so here goes. Prepare tissues, because you're going to laugh your ass off and meet your maker for 5 minutes. Also because it's so chaotic, you might just cry and wonder why you bothered reading this.

 

Once met a dude here who carried the tiniest of a micropenis. No hate to people with tiny dicks, we work with what we have, but my distaste for this person is skin-deep. 

 

This was many years ago, we had met on a different platform and chatted briefly, before deciding to meet that night itself for drinks. At first glance, he seemed pleasant. Very cute, and eloquent. A little effeminate, which was fine for me, but there were occasional moments of him touching my legs with his and him randomly squeezing my thighs in public. I took no issue to all that, given it was at night and people were mostly passing by. Conversations were mostly getting to know one another but he was incredibly secretive and refused to divulge any further information than necessary while probing the most about me. Turns out, he's in HR and as expected of any HR folks with power trip issues, wanted to remain in control of the conversation. He put on this air of class and elegance, and you could tell he was assessing and judging me like a corporate talent, but it was all moot with his occasional bad breath that he refused to wash down with just a single sip of water, instead letting his latte breath remain.

 

The clock struck midnight and suddenly the conversation turned naughty. We wanted to get frisky, but he lived 30 minutes away from the meet-up spot, I arrived at our agreed venue by Grab. Naturally, the most reasonable thing to do was to head back to his place, then following a midnight rendezvous, I'll Grab home. Still physically attractive enough for me to do stuff with him.

 

There we were in his car, thinking we were heading to his place. 10 minutes into the drive, he said, "Eh, isn't this the road to my place?" 

 

I said, "Yeah, we're headed to your place, aren't we?" 

 

Then he responded, "No no, let's go to your place."

 

Mind you, we were at a flyover. There were no visible stopping points for him to pull over, or I would have absolutely requested that and Grabbed the fuck home. I tried to reason with him that it was easier to head to his place, as I live with my family, and my then-brother's girlfriend was living under the same roof with us full-time. It was no longer easy for me to sneak guys back home for action. Imagine this, two tall dues seated in a fucking Malaysian Mini Cooper aka Kelisa, having a moment of bickering about whose house to go, while the dude absolutely went back and forth the flyover and the roundabout for a good 10-15 minutes, just going "No no, your place," "Like I said, I can't host tonight." At one point, he went full-on effeminate with me and whimpered like a girl to beg me to go back to my place. 

 

"NOOOOOOOOO, I DOWANNNNNNN," in his highest pitch while squeezing the absolute living lights out of my thighs as he held his steering with one hand. You would think this was the worst. Think again.

 

I'll gladly own up to my mistake and say I was being none the wiser. I was in my mid-20s, hormones (still) raging, and was a bigger subscriber to the sunk cost fallacy. At this point, with his incessant pleading, I relented and took him back to my place. OH THE HORRORS.

 

There we were, having shifted our routes and now headed for mine. We had approximately 20 minutes to reach my place, leaving room for us to touch each other in the car to set ourselves up for the moment in my room. I started teasing his clothed nipples with my hands, and he was obviously liking it. But just as we were finally off to a good start, the moment came to an abrupt end because he was not having any of the buildup. 5 minutes into the teasing, dude decided to unbuckle his pants with one hand, and mind you, while the white street lights were clearly shining right into every driver's car, instructed me to touch his dick.

 

"Ahh... ahh... touch my dick," He deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants with one hand while moving a little with his legs as he had his right foot on the pedal. Kids, adults, whatever, don't do this. Bad move, deathwish, call it whatever you want, oh, many horrible choices were made that night. He then grabbed my hand and shoves it right inside his pants.

 

First thought, ooooh, this is pretty tiny, but maybe he isn't fully erect. Let's keep going. I played with his dick, stroking and teasing him in any way possible, then moving to toy with his groins. As his dick got harder, so did my excitement wane. Clearly, he wasn't packing, but that's okay. Then came the other part where he was absolutely not pre-cumming at all, which okay... I'm picky with this, I like guys who pre-cums massively. 

 

We were now close to my home, and he started getting cold feet. He looked at me, went "Hmm... I don't know leh. Is this a good idea?" All the while refusing to let me out the car without any action. 

 

"Okay... I know a few areas near my place that are quiet, we can test the waters there," I bring him to two spots. The first beneath a bridge that while quiet and secluded, did arouse suspicion if any other vehicles were to pass the area, as the guy's engines were still running. I then brought him to a residential area, which as the saying goes, the most dangerous place can sometimes be the safest. To our sides were cars, all empty and locked as it was 1AM midnight. Ahead of us, a collection of thick foliages and dense shrub that provided the most cover. And with the back of his car facing the road, it was unlikely any one would notice people in the car, not unless we moved too much and caused the car the tremble in the slightest. The houses in the area were gated with full-on walls too.

 

My turn to be served, albeit unplesantly. He declined my seat all the way down without warning, with me absolutely falling to my back in a fucking slapstick comedy-esque fasion. We tried kissing, but his bad breath put me off. He then lifts my shirt, and starts sucking my nipples. Ooooh, at least he's got some mad tongue skills was what came to mind. We kept at it for 10 minutes, before my paranoia kicked in. "Okay, you know what, I don't feel safe here. Let's just head back to my room." 

 

I was hard, I wanted to end what was started and I'll make an exception this round. Again kids, poor judgment. Don't. Just don't.

 

I brought him to my place, told him to park his car a few houses down from mine. As we reached my doorstep, I instructed him to go straight to my room without any noise, no turning on the lights, nothing, just wait for me in my room. I deftly unlocked the door, create an opening for him to head up, then locked my doors and made my way to my room. 

 

I head into my room, and in the fucking dark, and I had not have of the context above beforehand, I would have absolutely thought I conjured some weird Slender Man shit and summoned a dark entity into my room in the wee hours of the morning. There he stood, in the dark, without any warning, completely naked. Dude had decided to strip and made himself comfortable in my own fucking room, and lied down on my bed without my consent. But it's whatever at this point.

 

I desperately wanted to get this over with, cum, clean up then head to bed. 

 

I stripped, and got into bed with him and decided to get intimate. I don't even know where to start, because his body languages were absolutely everywhere. He wants to cuddle for a headstart, but shifts to placing my hands to jerk him off, he takes my hands off his dick, pins me on my own bed and sucks, nibbles, occasionally biting too hard on my nipples, then he grabs my chest like it's some squeeze toy. Bro, it isn't.

 

"Ahhh, ahhh, touch my dick, touch my dick," while absolutely squeezing the shit outta my pecs. 

 

So I grabbed his dick. My mind obviously tracing off elsewhere, clearly not wanting to experience this moment psychologically nor emotionally. And in the spur of moment, having lost any form of inhibitions and allowing my intrusive thoughts to overcome me, I, while stroking his dick, very casually asked,

 

"If this the biggest your dick gets when it's fully erect?"

 

Ho boy. The way he recoils from being on me and looked at me dead in the eyes in dark, "What do you mean by that?"

 

I had to cover it up with some white lie, but we both knew what it meant and he absolutely lost his confidence by this point. I simply told him I'm ready to come and told him to come with me so we can end the night. We jerked ourselves off, more pec grabbing from him toward me, which I'm already done with at this point. He came, and even with cumming, this dude absolutely failed his job. Not only was his cum absolutely diluted and watery which probably indicated health issues (he has men's health issues, trust me, again no discrimination), but the dude decided he needed to stain my bed sheet with a single droplet of his cum shot. There goes my newly cleaned bedsheets. 

 

The rest is history, we both cleaned up. I walked him outta my house, and we never spoke again, that is until several years back in Blowing Winds. I'll keep the second part of the story short.

 

One day, while posting on the MY thread about meeting up, I received a PM from a user who asked if I was keen grab a meal together. I liked the idea of doing something different and concurred. Met up at the restaurant, was early to the venue, the person who walked in left my jaws dropping because lo and behold, it was him. By this point, he had no recollection of our encounter, I suppose he mentally blocked it off. 

 

Old habits die hard, he was still as inquisitive and nosy as ever. Expects a ton of information out of me, refuses to divulge his. By this point, having had a foreknowledge of him and through the power of Google/LinkedIn, I knew where he worked and reminded myself to never apply to his organization. Last part about him that made me dislike him oh so bad. He'll gladly help yourself to your food without your consent. What a massive turnoff. Dude assumed we were having a connection, but he had no idea I had beef (no pun intended) with him taking a few pieces of my beef off my beef tepenyaki 😪. Thank god I managed to split our bill and he didn't suggest sharing the cost. 

 

Got home, he left me a DM in my inbox saying he would like to do this again. Pointedly told him I wasn't keen.

 

The end.

 

Don't PM me asking for his name, I'm not revealing his handle. What I will say is dude is a massive fraud, what more with him publicly telling people he's cute. 

[ERFAbangBear]

1 hour ago, notd said:

Oh god, I've waited for someone to ask this for the longest time, and I've also kept this in for an inhumane amount of time, so here goes. Prepare tissues, because you're going to laugh your ass off and meet your maker for 5 minutes. Also because it's so chaotic, you might just cry and wonder why you bothered reading this.

 

Once met a dude here who carried the tiniest of a micropenis. No hate to people with tiny dicks, we work with what we have, but my distaste for this person is skin-deep. 

 

This was many years ago, we had met on a different platform and chatted briefly, before deciding to meet that night itself for drinks. At first glance, he seemed pleasant. Very cute, and eloquent. A little effeminate, which was fine for me, but there were occasional moments of him touching my legs with his and him randomly squeezing my thighs in public. I took no issue to all that, given it was at night and people were mostly passing by. Conversations were mostly getting to know one another but he was incredibly secretive and refused to divulge any further information than necessary while probing the most about me. Turns out, he's in HR and as expected of any HR folks with power trip issues, wanted to remain in control of the conversation. He put on this air of class and elegance, and you could tell he was assessing and judging me like a corporate talent, but it was all moot with his occasional bad breath that he refused to wash down with just a single sip of water, instead letting his latte breath remain.

 

The clock struck midnight and suddenly the conversation turned naughty. We wanted to get frisky, but he lived 30 minutes away from the meet-up spot, I arrived at our agreed venue by Grab. Naturally, the most reasonable thing to do was to head back to his place, then following a midnight rendezvous, I'll Grab home. Still physically attractive enough for me to do stuff with him.

 

There we were in his car, thinking we were heading to his place. 10 minutes into the drive, he said, "Eh, isn't this the road to my place?" 

 

I said, "Yeah, we're headed to your place, aren't we?" 

 

Then he responded, "No no, let's go to your place."

 

Mind you, we were at a flyover. There were no visible stopping points for him to pull over, or I would have absolutely requested that and Grabbed the fuck home. I tried to reason with him that it was easier to head to his place, as I live with my family, and my then-brother's girlfriend was living under the same roof with us full-time. It was no longer easy for me to sneak guys back home for action. Imagine this, two tall dues seated in a fucking Malaysian Mini Cooper aka Kelisa, having a moment of bickering about whose house to go, while the dude absolutely went back and forth the flyover and the roundabout for a good 10-15 minutes, just going "No no, your place," "Like I said, I can't host tonight." At one point, he went full-on effeminate with me and whimpered like a girl to beg me to go back to my place. 

 

"NOOOOOOOOO, I DOWANNNNNNN," in his highest pitch while squeezing the absolute living lights out of my thighs as he held his steering with one hand. You would think this was the worst. Think again.

 

I'll gladly own up to my mistake and say I was being none the wiser. I was in my mid-20s, hormones (still) raging, and was a bigger subscriber to the sunk cost fallacy. At this point, with his incessant pleading, I relented and took him back to my place. OH THE HORRORS.

 

There we were, having shifted our routes and now headed for mine. We had approximately 20 minutes to reach my place, leaving room for us to touch each other in the car to set ourselves up for the moment in my room. I started teasing his clothed nipples with my hands, and he was obviously liking it. But just as we were finally off to a good start, the moment came to an abrupt end because he was not having any of the buildup. 5 minutes into the teasing, dude decided to unbuckle his pants with one hand, and mind you, while the white street lights were clearly shining right into every driver's car, instructed me to touch his dick.

 

"Ahh... ahh... touch my dick," He deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants with one hand while moving a little with his legs as he had his right foot on the pedal. Kids, adults, whatever, don't do this. Bad move, deathwish, call it whatever you want, oh, many horrible choices were made that night. He then grabbed my hand and shoves it right inside his pants.

 

First thought, ooooh, this is pretty tiny, but maybe he isn't fully erect. Let's keep going. I played with his dick, stroking and teasing him in any way possible, then moving to toy with his groins. As his dick got harder, so did my excitement wane. Clearly, he wasn't packing, but that's okay. Then came the other part where he was absolutely not pre-cumming at all, which okay... I'm picky with this, I like guys who pre-cums massively. 

 

We were now close to my home, and he started getting cold feet. He looked at me, went "Hmm... I don't know leh. Is this a good idea?" All the while refusing to let me out the car without any action. 

 

"Okay... I know a few areas near my place that are quiet, we can test the waters there," I bring him to two spots. The first beneath a bridge that while quiet and secluded, did arouse suspicion if any other vehicles were to pass the area, as the guy's engines were still running. I then brought him to a residential area, which as the saying goes, the most dangerous place can sometimes be the safest. To our sides were cars, all empty and locked as it was 1AM midnight. Ahead of us, a collection of thick foliages and dense shrub that provided the most cover. And with the back of his car facing the road, it was unlikely any one would notice people in the car, not unless we moved too much and caused the car the tremble in the slightest. The houses in the area were gated with full-on walls too.

 

My turn to be served, albeit unplesantly. He declined my seat all the way down without warning, with me absolutely falling to my back in a fucking slapstick comedy-esque fasion. We tried kissing, but his bad breath put me off. He then lifts my shirt, and starts sucking my nipples. Ooooh, at least he's got some mad tongue skills was what came to mind. We kept at it for 10 minutes, before my paranoia kicked in. "Okay, you know what, I don't feel safe here. Let's just head back to my room." 

 

I was hard, I wanted to end what was started and I'll make an exception this round. Again kids, poor judgment. Don't. Just don't.

 

I brought him to my place, told him to park his car a few houses down from mine. As we reached my doorstep, I instructed him to go straight to my room without any noise, no turning on the lights, nothing, just wait for me in my room. I deftly unlocked the door, create an opening for him to head up, then locked my doors and made my way to my room. 

 

I head into my room, and in the fucking dark, and I had not have of the context above beforehand, I would have absolutely thought I conjured some weird Slender Man shit and summoned a dark entity into my room in the wee hours of the morning. There he stood, in the dark, without any warning, completely naked. Dude had decided to strip and made himself comfortable in my own fucking room, and lied down on my bed without my consent. But it's whatever at this point.

 

I desperately wanted to get this over with, cum, clean up then head to bed. 

 

I stripped, and got into bed with him and decided to get intimate. I don't even know where to start, because his body languages were absolutely everywhere. He wants to cuddle for a headstart, but shifts to placing my hands to jerk him off, he takes my hands off his dick, pins me on my own bed and sucks, nibbles, occasionally biting too hard on my nipples, then he grabs my chest like it's some squeeze toy. Bro, it isn't.

 

"Ahhh, ahhh, touch my dick, touch my dick," while absolutely squeezing the shit outta my pecs. 

 

So I grabbed his dick. My mind obviously tracing off elsewhere, clearly not wanting to experience this moment psychologically nor emotionally. And in the spur of moment, having lost any form of inhibitions and allowing my intrusive thoughts to overcome me, I, while stroking his dick, very casually asked,

 

"If this the biggest your dick gets when it's fully erect?"

 

Ho boy. The way he recoils from being on me and looked at me dead in the eyes in dark, "What do you mean by that?"

 

I had to cover it up with some white lie, but we both knew what it meant and he absolutely lost his confidence by this point. I simply told him I'm ready to come and told him to come with me so we can end the night. We jerked ourselves off, more pec grabbing from him toward me, which I'm already done with at this point. He came, and even with cumming, this dude absolutely failed his job. Not only was his cum absolutely diluted and watery which probably indicated health issues (he has men's health issues, trust me, again no discrimination), but the dude decided he needed to stain my bed sheet with a single droplet of his cum shot. There goes my newly cleaned bedsheets. 

 

The rest is history, we both cleaned up. I walked him outta my house, and we never spoke again, that is until several years back in Blowing Winds. I'll keep the second part of the story short.

 

One day, while posting on the MY thread about meeting up, I received a PM from a user who asked if I was keen grab a meal together. I liked the idea of doing something different and concurred. Met up at the restaurant, was early to the venue, the person who walked in left my jaws dropping because lo and behold, it was him. By this point, he had no recollection of our encounter, I suppose he mentally blocked it off. 

 

Old habits die hard, he was still as inquisitive and nosy as ever. Expects a ton of information out of me, refuses to divulge his. By this point, having had a foreknowledge of him and through the power of Google/LinkedIn, I knew where he worked and reminded myself to never apply to his organization. Last part about him that made me dislike him oh so bad. He'll gladly help yourself to your food without your consent. What a massive turnoff. Dude assumed we were having a connection, but he had no idea I had beef (no pun intended) with him taking a few pieces of my beef off my beef tepenyaki 😪. Thank god I managed to split our bill and he didn't suggest sharing the cost. 

 

Got home, he left me a DM in my inbox saying he would like to do this again. Pointedly told him I wasn't keen.

 

The end.

 

Don't PM me asking for his name, I'm not revealing his handle. What I will say is dude is a massive fraud, what more with him publicly telling people he's cute. 

 

ngl this story was pretty attention grabbing and i sat through the whole wall of text thinking lord may this person never find me 😂

[singalion]

2 hours ago, notd said:

I said, "Yeah, we're headed to your place, aren't we?" 

 

Then he responded, "No no, let's go to your place."

 

a) Just wonder why you didn't settle the place to have fun beforehand of driving...  too much drama created.

 

b) The cum stain on the bed wasn't surely the biggest issue.

Actually, there are guys who like big cummers.

Some guys can't control it and eventually come on their own face, your face, the pillow or even on the frame of the bed...

 

c) On the dick: Yes, it can be disappointing on times, but once you agree to continue anything I wouldn't make it to a big deal. It's not his fault or anything much he can do about. Better to keep silent.

 

d)

2 hours ago, notd said:

Then came the other part where he was absolutely not pre-cumming at all, which okay... I'm picky with this, I like guys who pre-cums massively. 

 

Hm, but not everyone comes with this. Should pre-check before dating if someone is a heavy pre-cummer. In my experience 80% aren't at all.

It is like you're a top but only prefer to entertain bottom who come with larger tools and then you don't check during the chat or date.

I mean, you have expectations the other doesn't know. Would recommend to you to always check beforehand.

 

e) Watery cum

Watery cum is not a sign of bad health at all. It is more a sign that the guy has been sexually active a bit too much when you met. (either by jerking or having fun with others)

 

Quote:

Semen can become watery or thinner than usual if someone masturbates or engages in sexual activity multiple times each day.

Frequent ejaculation may lead to watery semen. If a person masturbates or engages in sexual activity multiple times per day, their body may not have enough time to produce the same volume or quality of semen.

https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/325058

 

f)

2 hours ago, notd said:

I desperately wanted to get this over with, cum, clean up then head to bed. 

 

I think your main problem was actually that you were just too dead horny on that day.

It is mostly better, just to let go and reject than having bad encounters.

Or just end it, when it is too much.

 

After all the hick ups it was destined to end in shatters.

 

g)

The most surprised I actually was that you seriously really met him again for dinner.

I mean if there was such a massive disaster on the first meet up, I don't think I would have wasted my time again meeting such a bloke. 

 

Hopefully, you told him straight into his face where he works. haha

 

Surely, there are things that can happen (as on Doncoin's encounter with unclean asses), if the guy is to my liking, I would surely give him a second chance.

 

But when you mentioned the negatives, then I don't think I had met the guy again at all.

 

 

 

 

[AgentFit]

2 hours ago, notd said:

Oh god, I've waited for someone to ask this for the longest time, and I've also kept this in for an inhumane amount of time, so here goes. Prepare tissues, because you're going to laugh your ass off and meet your maker for 5 minutes. Also because it's so chaotic, you might just cry and wonder why you bothered reading this.

 

Once met a dude here who carried the tiniest of a micropenis. No hate to people with tiny dicks, we work with what we have, but my distaste for this person is skin-deep. 

 

This was many years ago, we had met on a different platform and chatted briefly, before deciding to meet that night itself for drinks. At first glance, he seemed pleasant. Very cute, and eloquent. A little effeminate, which was fine for me, but there were occasional moments of him touching my legs with his and him randomly squeezing my thighs in public. I took no issue to all that, given it was at night and people were mostly passing by. Conversations were mostly getting to know one another but he was incredibly secretive and refused to divulge any further information than necessary while probing the most about me. Turns out, he's in HR and as expected of any HR folks with power trip issues, wanted to remain in control of the conversation. He put on this air of class and elegance, and you could tell he was assessing and judging me like a corporate talent, but it was all moot with his occasional bad breath that he refused to wash down with just a single sip of water, instead letting his latte breath remain.

 

The clock struck midnight and suddenly the conversation turned naughty. We wanted to get frisky, but he lived 30 minutes away from the meet-up spot, I arrived at our agreed venue by Grab. Naturally, the most reasonable thing to do was to head back to his place, then following a midnight rendezvous, I'll Grab home. Still physically attractive enough for me to do stuff with him.

 

There we were in his car, thinking we were heading to his place. 10 minutes into the drive, he said, "Eh, isn't this the road to my place?" 

 

I said, "Yeah, we're headed to your place, aren't we?" 

 

Then he responded, "No no, let's go to your place."

 

Mind you, we were at a flyover. There were no visible stopping points for him to pull over, or I would have absolutely requested that and Grabbed the fuck home. I tried to reason with him that it was easier to head to his place, as I live with my family, and my then-brother's girlfriend was living under the same roof with us full-time. It was no longer easy for me to sneak guys back home for action. Imagine this, two tall dues seated in a fucking Malaysian Mini Cooper aka Kelisa, having a moment of bickering about whose house to go, while the dude absolutely went back and forth the flyover and the roundabout for a good 10-15 minutes, just going "No no, your place," "Like I said, I can't host tonight." At one point, he went full-on effeminate with me and whimpered like a girl to beg me to go back to my place. 

 

"NOOOOOOOOO, I DOWANNNNNNN," in his highest pitch while squeezing the absolute living lights out of my thighs as he held his steering with one hand. You would think this was the worst. Think again.

 

I'll gladly own up to my mistake and say I was being none the wiser. I was in my mid-20s, hormones (still) raging, and was a bigger subscriber to the sunk cost fallacy. At this point, with his incessant pleading, I relented and took him back to my place. OH THE HORRORS.

 

There we were, having shifted our routes and now headed for mine. We had approximately 20 minutes to reach my place, leaving room for us to touch each other in the car to set ourselves up for the moment in my room. I started teasing his clothed nipples with my hands, and he was obviously liking it. But just as we were finally off to a good start, the moment came to an abrupt end because he was not having any of the buildup. 5 minutes into the teasing, dude decided to unbuckle his pants with one hand, and mind you, while the white street lights were clearly shining right into every driver's car, instructed me to touch his dick.

 

"Ahh... ahh... touch my dick," He deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants with one hand while moving a little with his legs as he had his right foot on the pedal. Kids, adults, whatever, don't do this. Bad move, deathwish, call it whatever you want, oh, many horrible choices were made that night. He then grabbed my hand and shoves it right inside his pants.

 

First thought, ooooh, this is pretty tiny, but maybe he isn't fully erect. Let's keep going. I played with his dick, stroking and teasing him in any way possible, then moving to toy with his groins. As his dick got harder, so did my excitement wane. Clearly, he wasn't packing, but that's okay. Then came the other part where he was absolutely not pre-cumming at all, which okay... I'm picky with this, I like guys who pre-cums massively. 

 

We were now close to my home, and he started getting cold feet. He looked at me, went "Hmm... I don't know leh. Is this a good idea?" All the while refusing to let me out the car without any action. 

 

"Okay... I know a few areas near my place that are quiet, we can test the waters there," I bring him to two spots. The first beneath a bridge that while quiet and secluded, did arouse suspicion if any other vehicles were to pass the area, as the guy's engines were still running. I then brought him to a residential area, which as the saying goes, the most dangerous place can sometimes be the safest. To our sides were cars, all empty and locked as it was 1AM midnight. Ahead of us, a collection of thick foliages and dense shrub that provided the most cover. And with the back of his car facing the road, it was unlikely any one would notice people in the car, not unless we moved too much and caused the car the tremble in the slightest. The houses in the area were gated with full-on walls too.

 

My turn to be served, albeit unplesantly. He declined my seat all the way down without warning, with me absolutely falling to my back in a fucking slapstick comedy-esque fasion. We tried kissing, but his bad breath put me off. He then lifts my shirt, and starts sucking my nipples. Ooooh, at least he's got some mad tongue skills was what came to mind. We kept at it for 10 minutes, before my paranoia kicked in. "Okay, you know what, I don't feel safe here. Let's just head back to my room." 

 

I was hard, I wanted to end what was started and I'll make an exception this round. Again kids, poor judgment. Don't. Just don't.

 

I brought him to my place, told him to park his car a few houses down from mine. As we reached my doorstep, I instructed him to go straight to my room without any noise, no turning on the lights, nothing, just wait for me in my room. I deftly unlocked the door, create an opening for him to head up, then locked my doors and made my way to my room. 

 

I head into my room, and in the fucking dark, and I had not have of the context above beforehand, I would have absolutely thought I conjured some weird Slender Man shit and summoned a dark entity into my room in the wee hours of the morning. There he stood, in the dark, without any warning, completely naked. Dude had decided to strip and made himself comfortable in my own fucking room, and lied down on my bed without my consent. But it's whatever at this point.

 

I desperately wanted to get this over with, cum, clean up then head to bed. 

 

I stripped, and got into bed with him and decided to get intimate. I don't even know where to start, because his body languages were absolutely everywhere. He wants to cuddle for a headstart, but shifts to placing my hands to jerk him off, he takes my hands off his dick, pins me on my own bed and sucks, nibbles, occasionally biting too hard on my nipples, then he grabs my chest like it's some squeeze toy. Bro, it isn't.

 

"Ahhh, ahhh, touch my dick, touch my dick," while absolutely squeezing the shit outta my pecs. 

 

So I grabbed his dick. My mind obviously tracing off elsewhere, clearly not wanting to experience this moment psychologically nor emotionally. And in the spur of moment, having lost any form of inhibitions and allowing my intrusive thoughts to overcome me, I, while stroking his dick, very casually asked,

 

"If this the biggest your dick gets when it's fully erect?"

 

Ho boy. The way he recoils from being on me and looked at me dead in the eyes in dark, "What do you mean by that?"

 

I had to cover it up with some white lie, but we both knew what it meant and he absolutely lost his confidence by this point. I simply told him I'm ready to come and told him to come with me so we can end the night. We jerked ourselves off, more pec grabbing from him toward me, which I'm already done with at this point. He came, and even with cumming, this dude absolutely failed his job. Not only was his cum absolutely diluted and watery which probably indicated health issues (he has men's health issues, trust me, again no discrimination), but the dude decided he needed to stain my bed sheet with a single droplet of his cum shot. There goes my newly cleaned bedsheets. 

 

The rest is history, we both cleaned up. I walked him outta my house, and we never spoke again, that is until several years back in Blowing Winds. I'll keep the second part of the story short.

 

One day, while posting on the MY thread about meeting up, I received a PM from a user who asked if I was keen grab a meal together. I liked the idea of doing something different and concurred. Met up at the restaurant, was early to the venue, the person who walked in left my jaws dropping because lo and behold, it was him. By this point, he had no recollection of our encounter, I suppose he mentally blocked it off. 

 

Old habits die hard, he was still as inquisitive and nosy as ever. Expects a ton of information out of me, refuses to divulge his. By this point, having had a foreknowledge of him and through the power of Google/LinkedIn, I knew where he worked and reminded myself to never apply to his organization. Last part about him that made me dislike him oh so bad. He'll gladly help yourself to your food without your consent. What a massive turnoff. Dude assumed we were having a connection, but he had no idea I had beef (no pun intended) with him taking a few pieces of my beef off my beef tepenyaki 😪. Thank god I managed to split our bill and he didn't suggest sharing the cost. 

 

Got home, he left me a DM in my inbox saying he would like to do this again. Pointedly told him I wasn't keen.

 

The end.

 

Don't PM me asking for his name, I'm not revealing his handle. What I will say is dude is a massive fraud, what more with him publicly telling people he's cute. 

 

The writing is clear, engaging, and vividly written with alot of emotions and details, that it's easy for the reader to visualise what had transpired.  Gosh,....it sure sounds like like a he-devil and the ex boyfriend from hell...

 

I must say there appears to be a touch of humour too - pardon me if it wasn't intended.  I let out a few laughs eg..  the staining of your fresh bedsheets with a single drop of cum.. hahahahahaha.   and the helping of himself to your beef tepenyaki.   hahahaha.  And publicly telling people that he's cute   You go boy, good writing job

 

I hope your writing has allowed you to release the pent up emotions  Makes one contemplate if it can be any worse.

 

Hang in there; the next chapter will be much better! 

 

 

 

[notd]

40 minutes ago, AgentFit said:

 

The writing is clear, engaging, and vividly written with alot of emotions and details, that it's easy for the reader to visualise what had transpired.  Gosh,....it sure sounds like like a he-devil and the ex boyfriend from hell...

 

I must say there appears to be a touch of humour too - pardon me if it wasn't intended.  I let out a few laughs eg..  the staining of your fresh bedsheets with a single drop of cum.. hahahahahaha.   and the helping of himself to your beef tepenyaki.   hahahaha.  And publicly telling people that he's cute   You go boy, good writing job

 

I hope your writing has allowed you to release the pent up emotions  Makes one contemplate if it can be any worse.

 

Hang in there; the next chapter will be much better! 

 

 

 

 

Touche! To you and I both.

[cbm]

I find reading these stories of bad sex enjoyable; relatable even.

 

More please. Thanks!

[Sweetie Pie]

4 hours ago, notd said:

He  He'll gladly help yourself to your food without your consent.

 

The passage above is the scariest part of your lengthy story, in my opinion.  A female coworker of mine would boldly interrupt my meal and repeatedly ask for a piece of fishcake or whatever she took fancy from my plate so she could taste it and see whether it was good and before I could react fast, she has already helped herself greedily into my food.  Since then, I refused to bring any meal into the office.  I wonder where the manners of these office worker come from.

[singalion]

5 hours ago, Sweetie Pie said:

The passage above is the scariest part of your lengthy story, in my opinion.  A female coworker of mine would boldly interrupt my meal and repeatedly ask for a piece of fishcake or whatever she took fancy from my plate so she could taste it and see whether it was good and before I could react fast, she has already helped herself greedily into my food.  Since then, I refused to bring any meal into the office.  I wonder where the manners of these office worker come from.

 

If he didn't drop the food into your plate again after biting a piece off from it, wouldn't find it scary.

But alas, we also engage in rimming and other things... someone said the exchange of bacteria...

 

Regarding your colleague: If it was home cooked food, she might have been just curious on your skills.

The other thing would be that she intends to check how submissive/ inferior you are to her.

Lastly, probably the habit started with her husband who has to endure her eating from his plate in restaurants all the time.

 

 

Edited December 4 by singalion
Lapsus ignorantae

[Sweetie Pie]

25 minutes ago, singalion said:

Regarding your colleague: If it was home cooked food, she might have been just curious on your skills.

 

 

 

My meal is typical Singaporean fare, such as mixed vegetable rice, chicken rice, duck rice, nasi lemak, and fried bee hoon...etc.   I usually eat in the office because of work deadlines, but when she smells something nice, that repulsive human will come to my desk, bite off my fried egg, or put an entire piece of otak in her mouth, and then wipe her hands with a tissue before leaving for lunch or disappearing from the office to do whatever she wants.  Her behaviour is worse than any BAD SEX posted here.

[youdoyou]

6 hours ago, notd said:

Last part about him that made me dislike him oh so bad. He'll gladly help yourself to your food without your consent. What a massive turnoff.

Hell no! Touch my food without asking and I’m not gonna get physical with you. 

[doncoin]

11 hours ago, singalion said:

 

If the result of considering to stop the fun on something physical, it is also good to mention it. But be nice and kind. It should never be insulting.

Guys tell you about dick sizes or that they are experienced bottoms but on your bed you can sense they fear of getting penetrated by just looking at their reaction or face.

There are also many guys who don't really want the fuck but just side fun, but aren't honest about it, which makes a top feel disappointed and angry.

Best is if you have learned to control your emotions, not to burst out, but just make the point to tell them why you are disappointed.

 

I was polite and gentle I would say when I had to stop the fun. I agree with you that there is no need to be mean or unkind just because i am frustrated. I simply just stop and told those 2 guys that it is not going to work. I am aware that not every random encounter is going to end up as some hot sweaty experience. I guess it is disappointment on both ends. Neither of us got what we wanted. 

 

11 hours ago, singalion said:

 

And let's be honest: Also tops can be frustrating for bottoms, in particular when you don't get your tool into the required hardness.

So don't tell anyone that all bottoms go home satisfied and don't face frustrations during the fun.

 

Surely, we also can't expect any bottom to be super clean down there. Even with douche it can happen that there is some "residue". Let's keep friendly. that is just a risk that every top takes when handling a bottom. If it just rests there and doesn't mess up your bed sheets, be happy.

 

 

I had a bleeder. Everything was going on super well, and we had a blast. After we were done, I pulled out the condom and noticed a little red on it but I thought it was just a lighting thing. We laid there for a while, chitchatting, and when he got up, the duvet and the sheets were red. He didn't feel any pain, and we spent the next 20 minutes trying to remove the blood stains. In the end, we removed what we could and I tipped housekeeping $50 to change the sheets and duvet. She was super nice to me after that and always gave me extra towels. 

 

The reality is with anal sex, shit happens. I am ok with that because shit happens. Even as a top, I douche to be considerate and polite to the guys I get intimate with. 

 

 

 

 

[doncoin]

12 hours ago, Sweetie Pie said:

We are unsure of what was discussed during their Grindl Chat and subsequent meetup conversation, therefore we are giving the other side the benefit of the doubt.  It is not necessary to welcome someone into your room  (I absolutely wouldn't),  and then deal with the douching and blowing story,  if they are not truly your type and you are afraid of rejecting them.  It is sufficient to have a typical coffee shop talk and then proceed to part ways cordially. 

 

However, TS most likely has a face and a bod that people can't ignore. They are just interested in seeing how big and round his cock is, and they don't intend to blow or get fucked.   When finished, these individuals would fabricate reasons such as not having douched or not wanting to blow as a way to stop TS from advancing.  

 

The above, is my conjecture from the opposing viewpoint.

 

Uncle here. This "face and bod" has a limited shelf life. 

 

I always think about karma when having to reject someone. Some day that could be me when I hit the expiration date, and so I try to make it work. I have hooked up with guys who are totally not my type in terms of looks or physique but ended up having a great time. 

 

I appreciate your conjecture. 

 

 

Edited December 4 by doncoin

[Steve5380]

I brought a guy for sex to "my place" only once.  It was to a hotel in Amsterdam, a city very cultivated, and the guy looked fine.  However, it was "bad sex" and I was relieved when I got rid of him.  Except for that time,  my sex encounters have always been in gay saunas, and a couple of times in the place of my acquaintances. 

 

I don't know what sex partners think of my sex skills, which are not great.  I usually staid away from anal, unless he wanted it badly and I was sufficiently excited to top him.  Otherwise, I found them to be satisfied,  even in a Singapore! that allegedly is so demanding. 

[ERFAbangBear]

on the topic of food and taking things off my plate, I don't play none of that shit. I already have an emotional connection and eating habit with food, like touch my food on a bad day and i'm clocking a bitch. people just be entering personal spaces for no damn reason these days. 

[paddle_up]

3 hours ago, ERFAbangBear said:

on the topic of food and taking things off my plate, I don't play none of that shit. I already have an emotional connection and eating habit with food, like touch my food on a bad day and i'm clocking a bitch. people just be entering personal spaces for no damn reason these days. 

ha ha ha, that is cute

[singalion]

11 hours ago, doncoin said:

 

I was polite and gentle I would say when I had to stop the fun. I agree with you that there is no need to be mean or unkind just because i am frustrated. I simply just stop and told those 2 guys that it is not going to work. I am aware that not every random encounter is going to end up as some hot sweaty experience. I guess it is disappointment on both ends. Neither of us got what we wanted. 

 

 

I had a bleeder. Everything was going on super well, and we had a blast. After we were done, I pulled out the condom and noticed a little red on it but I thought it was just a lighting thing. We laid there for a while, chitchatting, and when he got up, the duvet and the sheets were red. He didn't feel any pain, and we spent the next 20 minutes trying to remove the blood stains. In the end, we removed what we could and I tipped housekeeping $50 to change the sheets and duvet. She was super nice to me after that and always gave me extra towels. 

 

The reality is with anal sex, shit happens. I am ok with that because shit happens. Even as a top, I douche to be considerate and polite to the guys I get intimate with. 

 

 

 

 

 

Doncoin:

Please don't take my replies as any critic.

 

Actually, my purpose was to teach others or to give them some "script" on handling such situations.

 

I know we are human.

Well I know I exploded also (verbally) when things happened and it was just too much to take.

There are situations, when the other guy is totally weird or unreasonable and you show your emotions.

Otherwise, they never understand why it doesn't come to the happy ending or what the issue is.

 

Sex can be great, but can lead to frustration and disappointment also.

It can lead to anger afterwards on having enjoyed the fun also, when guys talk or other unpleasant things happen

(ex: a guy using your hotel bathroom for 1 1/2 hours with locked door).

 

In that sense I appreciate your opening of this discussion.

 

 

 

Edited December 5 by singalion

[paddle_up]

Yup. i have experienced that but maybe its bad sex for my boy, as i always believe the top is the controlling factor in whether a sex is good or bad.

 

Chatted with this guy On G app, traded some pics and i tried confiming that his pics are recent as mine are, he responded "yup".  When he arrived, those were his pics but definitely not recent,  I shared the same sentiments as some of those whom have shared that its tough or just doesnt feel right to reject up front.  Hence, i tried to kiss, cuddle, and he BJ me to make me hard but when he tried to sit on me, i stopped him and said "i really cant".  he did it a few times and everytime i stopped him and he always ask "why?".  However, i just hindered myself from being blunt with you that his pics are not a realistics representation of his current self.

 

After about an hour of kissing and cuddling, i said let us shower and i offered him a drink and we parted ways.  in his mind, this must be his worst sex.

[singalion]

11 hours ago, doncoin said:

I had a bleeder. Everything was going on super well, and we had a blast. After we were done, I pulled out the condom and noticed a little red on it but I thought it was just a lighting thing. We laid there for a while, chitchatting, and when he got up, the duvet and the sheets were red. He didn't feel any pain, and we spent the next 20 minutes trying to remove the blood stains. In the end, we removed what we could and I tipped housekeeping $50 to change the sheets and duvet. She was super nice to me after that and always gave me extra towels. 

 

In Thailand that can end bad. Most hotels charge if on the sheets are blood stains or faeces.

 

Bleeders must not be virgins, ha ha, some guys have piles or other things and may bleed "naturally".

 

The worst if shit is very liquid and runs not just into the sheets but the duvet also...

 

In Thailand it can be 500 to 3,500 baht for cleaning stained bed sheets. (there are reports that people were charged 8,500 Baht, but it wasn't just the bed sheets also on pillows.)

With some google just found Aloft KL also charges on stains  on sheets etc (RM 180 to 350).

 

To avoid the issue I got a recommendation:

Always ask for a spare towel and place it on the bed. (if you're on budget or hotels are stingy in giving extra towels), just pack your own towel. In most cases it wouldn't stain the bed sheets or pillows or in the best it mitigates any stains. 

 

 

Edited December 5 by singalion

[Kaki74]

Kudos to those who have shared so candidly. Sounded like some have left very deep impressions on you guys. I really enjoy the humour in a few of the sharings. Keep the funny stories coming. Better than Kdrama. Love destiny 3.

[Steve5380]

Interesting that there are so many opinions.  Of course there is bad sex!  It is not different from having bad food, bad air, bad water, bad temperature, bad lodging, bad... everything.  But if the bad is adequately balanced out with the good, we should consider ourselves fortunate.

[abc_sg]

On 12/4/2024 at 7:47 PM, Sweetie Pie said:

The passage above is the scariest part of your lengthy story, in my opinion.  A female coworker of mine would boldly interrupt my meal and repeatedly ask for a piece of fishcake or whatever she took fancy from my plate so she could taste it and see whether it was good and before I could react fast, she has already helped herself greedily into my food.  Since then, I refused to bring any meal into the office.  I wonder where the manners of these office worker come from.

I think some people grew up in the household like this where they freely share food or doing the same thing with their parents/siblings while eating out. I was taken aback at first, but after many times like that, I'm just OK with it.

[Sweetie Pie]

3 hours ago, abc_sg said:

I think some people grew up in the household like this where they freely share food or doing the same thing with their parents/siblings while eating out. I was taken aback at first, but after many times like that, I'm just OK with it.

Nope!!  I am NOT OK with it, not with relatives, friends, siblings, colleagues, dog, cat, or alien.    Unless the person is the love of my life and even then, please have the courtesy to ask for permission.

 

 

 

[zyjd]

this happened many years ago. I was at a gay club enjoying myself in the corner when this cute twink said hi and dragged me to the dance floor to dance. Long story short, we both got increasingly tipsy and frisky, and since we both couldn't host at that time, I suggested checking in to a nearby budget hotel to "rest and spend the night". Guess everyone can insinuate the subtext here

 

Once the door closed behind us, we immediately started pawing each other and trying to get naked; we could both feel the arousal in our groins as we tried shedding our clothes while hugging and making out. After a bit of foreplay, he lifted his ass in the air and I went in doggy style at the foot of the bed. After getting used to me in him, I started pumping away for less than a minute when he suddenly groaned out a "wait... stop..." which I mistook as him moaning in pleasure; he had been rather vocal beforehand.

 

"you like it? Enjoying me in you? Like being filled???"

 

"no no wait...", and this time, he used his right palm to firmly push my thigh away.

 

My cock made a soft puckering sound as it exited from his ass and I noted the condom was stained rather brown. I was about to ask if he was ok when he suddenly groaned loudly and his ass suddenly spewed out warm matter everywhere. Shocked, I looked down and my entire torso was covered tiny droplets of fecal matter. The whole room stank to the high heavens, and I quickly escaped into the toilet to wash off while I continued hearing loud wet farting sounds. After a thorough shower and scrub, I came out and examined the crime scene: OH MY GOD THE ROOM WAS IN A STINKY SHITTY MESS. There were droplets of shit all over the wall and TV behind where I was, and apparently more watery diarrhoea came out while I was washing up, and it was now dripping from the foot of the bed onto the floor. Twink was seemingly knocked out from the prior alcohol, exertion from sex, and his stomachache, so I got dressed and bolted the hell away from the room while he continued sleeping in his poop.

 

When I walked past the reception, I told the dude on duty "I managed to wash my drunk friend up and he's sleeping now. I'll pay for an extension till noon". He simply nodded and wordlessly took the cash. I was thankful he was more interested in the show playing on his phone screen and didn't seem to take much note of me.

 

Since then I've been extra hesitant of having fun with anyone who's drunk and not really in control of his bodily functions. I can understand a bit of poop on the condom (hey, shit happens lol) but wtf, projectile bits of shit everywhere was really scarring.

[abc_sg]

1 hour ago, zyjd said:

this happened many years ago. I was at a gay club enjoying myself in the corner when this cute twink said hi and dragged me to the dance floor to dance. Long story short, we both got increasingly tipsy and frisky, and since we both couldn't host at that time, I suggested checking in to a nearby budget hotel to "rest and spend the night". Guess everyone can insinuate the subtext here

 

Once the door closed behind us, we immediately started pawing each other and trying to get naked; we could both feel the arousal in our groins as we tried shedding our clothes while hugging and making out. After a bit of foreplay, he lifted his ass in the air and I went in doggy style at the foot of the bed. After getting used to me in him, I started pumping away for less than a minute when he suddenly groaned out a "wait... stop..." which I mistook as him moaning in pleasure; he had been rather vocal beforehand.

 

"you like it? Enjoying me in you? Like being filled???"

 

"no no wait...", and this time, he used his right palm to firmly push my thigh away.

 

My cock made a soft puckering sound as it exited from his ass and I noted the condom was stained rather brown. I was about to ask if he was ok when he suddenly groaned loudly and his ass suddenly spewed out warm matter everywhere. Shocked, I looked down and my entire torso was covered tiny droplets of fecal matter. The whole room stank to the high heavens, and I quickly escaped into the toilet to wash off while I continued hearing loud wet farting sounds. After a thorough shower and scrub, I came out and examined the crime scene: OH MY GOD THE ROOM WAS IN A STINKY SHITTY MESS. There were droplets of shit all over the wall and TV behind where I was, and apparently more watery diarrhoea came out while I was washing up, and it was now dripping from the foot of the bed onto the floor. Twink was seemingly knocked out from the prior alcohol, exertion from sex, and his stomachache, so I got dressed and bolted the hell away from the room while he continued sleeping in his poop.

 

When I walked past the reception, I told the dude on duty "I managed to wash my drunk friend up and he's sleeping now. I'll pay for an extension till noon". He simply nodded and wordlessly took the cash. I was thankful he was more interested in the show playing on his phone screen and didn't seem to take much note of me.

 

Since then I've been extra hesitant of having fun with anyone who's drunk and not really in control of his bodily functions. I can understand a bit of poop on the condom (hey, shit happens lol) but wtf, projectile bits of shit everywhere was really scarring.

Haha. You should've assumed he didn't douche when going to club so should've been no anal. 

[paddle_up]

Reading all these descriptions of bad sex, drives a sense of compassion in me that we should be more patience and enduring towards our btms.  

[Thatguy642]

Not really any bad experiences per se, had the most painful blowjob, with full on teeth even though I tried to guide the guy to use less teeth. It made my dick red for a couple days, only went through with it because this guy offered money.

 

in hindsight, should’ve paid him to stop. Had to jerk myself off to cum.

[singalion]

On 12/5/2024 at 12:37 PM, paddle_up said:

Yup. i have experienced that but maybe its bad sex for my boy, as i always believe the top is the controlling factor in whether a sex is good or bad.

 

Chatted with this guy On G app, traded some pics and i tried confiming that his pics are recent as mine are, he responded "yup".  When he arrived, those were his pics but definitely not recent,  I shared the same sentiments as some of those whom have shared that its tough or just doesnt feel right to reject up front.  Hence, i tried to kiss, cuddle, and he BJ me to make me hard but when he tried to sit on me, i stopped him and said "i really cant".  he did it a few times and everytime i stopped him and he always ask "why?".  However, i just hindered myself from being blunt with you that his pics are not a realistics representation of his current self.

 

After about an hour of kissing and cuddling, i said let us shower and i offered him a drink and we parted ways.  in his mind, this must be his worst sex.

 

Maybe I am different. If I don't have a good feeling from the start, I wouldn't engage into any intimacy , may it be kissing or anything else.

 

It is better to stop from the start instead of trying to nice and have a sort of "disgusted" feeling during the act.

 

Best is to stay dressed up and just have a chat and then say good bye.

 

I would have told him also that his profile pics don't match him any longer.

 

 

 

Edited December 10 by singalion

[YYYY]

On 12/5/2024 at 12:37 PM, paddle_up said:

Yup. i have experienced that but maybe its bad sex for my boy, as i always believe the top is the controlling factor in whether a sex is good or bad.

 

Chatted with this guy On G app, traded some pics and i tried confiming that his pics are recent as mine are, he responded "yup".  When he arrived, those were his pics but definitely not recent,  I shared the same sentiments as some of those whom have shared that its tough or just doesnt feel right to reject up front.  Hence, i tried to kiss, cuddle, and he BJ me to make me hard but when he tried to sit on me, i stopped him and said "i really cant".  he did it a few times and everytime i stopped him and he always ask "why?".  However, i just hindered myself from being blunt with you that his pics are not a realistics representation of his current self.

 

After about an hour of kissing and cuddling, i said let us shower and i offered him a drink and we parted ways.  in his mind, this must be his worst sex.

 

Sorry but your story is unbelievable because if you couldn't get hard enough to fuck him because his pics are not recent, how come you could bring yourself to kiss him? I suspect you actually liked him but you just couldn't get hard due to age or low libido and you are just using his recent pics as an excuse.

[strategicthrust]

On 12/6/2024 at 5:00 PM, zyjd said:

this happened many years ago. I was at a gay club enjoying myself in the corner when this cute twink said hi and dragged me to the dance floor to dance. Long story short, we both got increasingly tipsy and frisky, and since we both couldn't host at that time, I suggested checking in to a nearby budget hotel to "rest and spend the night". Guess everyone can insinuate the subtext here

 

Once the door closed behind us, we immediately started pawing each other and trying to get naked; we could both feel the arousal in our groins as we tried shedding our clothes while hugging and making out. After a bit of foreplay, he lifted his ass in the air and I went in doggy style at the foot of the bed. After getting used to me in him, I started pumping away for less than a minute when he suddenly groaned out a "wait... stop..." which I mistook as him moaning in pleasure; he had been rather vocal beforehand.

 

"you like it? Enjoying me in you? Like being filled???"

 

"no no wait...", and this time, he used his right palm to firmly push my thigh away.

 

My cock made a soft puckering sound as it exited from his ass and I noted the condom was stained rather brown. I was about to ask if he was ok when he suddenly groaned loudly and his ass suddenly spewed out warm matter everywhere. Shocked, I looked down and my entire torso was covered tiny droplets of fecal matter. The whole room stank to the high heavens, and I quickly escaped into the toilet to wash off while I continued hearing loud wet farting sounds. After a thorough shower and scrub, I came out and examined the crime scene: OH MY GOD THE ROOM WAS IN A STINKY SHITTY MESS. There were droplets of shit all over the wall and TV behind where I was, and apparently more watery diarrhoea came out while I was washing up, and it was now dripping from the foot of the bed onto the floor. Twink was seemingly knocked out from the prior alcohol, exertion from sex, and his stomachache, so I got dressed and bolted the hell away from the room while he continued sleeping in his poop.

 

When I walked past the reception, I told the dude on duty "I managed to wash my drunk friend up and he's sleeping now. I'll pay for an extension till noon". He simply nodded and wordlessly took the cash. I was thankful he was more interested in the show playing on his phone screen and didn't seem to take much note of me.

 

Since then I've been extra hesitant of having fun with anyone who's drunk and not really in control of his bodily functions. I can understand a bit of poop on the condom (hey, shit happens lol) but wtf, projectile bits of shit everywhere was really scarring.

 

This is one of those stories where I feel bad for everyone - you for having the firsthand experience of unclogging the drainage pipe, shitnado twink for having to wake up to the realisation of what must've happened the night before, and the poor cleaner who had to exorcise the room of shit after that. Oh god, the carpets...