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I’m always a little horny after the gym. Makes sense, all that blood pumping around, some of it winds up down there. That Sunday afternoon, though, I found myself in the hawker centre, getting a partial erection from checking out one of the helpers at the chicken rice stall. Decided that I should do something about my horniness.

I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and set off on the long-ish walk home. It’s a good way to continue warming down and burn off a few extra calories - plus the walkway along the road is usually empty enough that I can send text messages.

I should really set up a group chat for all my fuckbuddies, but they don’t all know each other. I had to message one by one. I didn’t think I’d have much luck (short notice, Sunday afternoon) but JW (not his real name) replied saying that he was finishing off a late lunch with his family, and would drive over afterwards.

Don’t tell him I said this, but I think JW is really hot. 24 year old bi guy, signed-on when he was serving NS, in some training role so he works hard to be fitter than his men. Has a couple of interesting kinks, most of which suit me fine. Tell you later.

He let me know how roughly how long he would be. I asked him not to worry about it, to come over whenever. He’d buzz me from downstairs and I would let him up.

I got home, tidied up a bit, and then hopped in the shower for a quick refresh, even though I’d cleaned up after the gym. I dried off a bit, and checked myself in the mirror.

Don’t be fooled. I’m not outstanding - nothing that you won’t see in any gym in the country. Generic-looking Straits-born Chinese guy in his early thirties, pretty average looking, short hair. Fairly solid build, broad shoulders, less of a v-taper than I had in my twenties, and my waist is bigger, too. (I work out as regularly as I can, and I do laps in the condo pool, and get a little sun, enough to have a light tan.)

Still, I’m in fairly good shape.Visible abs, check. Low body fat, check. Gym fit, as they say on the apps, which helps me to get about as much fun as I want. Of course, I only show my headless torso - checked it in the mirror, still looking good. I brushed my hand across my chest: nipples nicely erect, small brown discs on the outside corners of reasonably-sized pecs. Took a look down, half-hard cock - average length, maybe a little on the thick side, uncut but with the head peeping out a little, with a small neatly-trimmed thatch of pubes, balls hanging low from the heat of the shower. I pulled back my foreskin, to make sure that I was clean around the cock head - I’d washed in the gym and again at home, but no harm checking, since it was going to go into someone’s mouth.

All in all, not too bad.

I threw on a pair of loose black shorts and a fairly snug old white t-shirt. It shows off my body lines, and it’s transparent enough that my nipples kind of show through it. I like it. I left the bathroom and went through the kitchen to the back to hang my towel out to dry. I was still out there, when the buzzer went off.

JW had arrived.

Taking a break from Starting Slow. It’s a bit unusual but I hope you like this one.

Had a busy Saturday but got messages from a friend of a friend who chatted and flirted and eventually convinced me to go out for drinks with the gang. Okay, he didn’t have to persuade me very hard.

Long story short, we had drinks and danced a bit and then we ended up looking for a place to go. Wanted to take him back to mine, but he wasn’t comfortable with that, so we went to a hotel.

I understand his discomfort. Dean is a teacher or a lecturer or something at a local educational institution. I think he’s fairly closeted, because of personal choices, and because of his job and family and religious background.

Which is a pity, because he’s very good looking - used to be a model - and every time I’ve seen him he’s had a different hair cut and well-groomed facial hair, and he’s always wearing very modish clothes. Saturday night was no different. He was stylishly dressed, made the rest of us look pretty plain and boring.

He can afford those clothes because his family is well-off, which is also how we checked into a five star hotel in the city in the middle of the night. Good thing I drove.

I’d taken my emergency supplies out of the car before we went up into the hotel from the basement car park, and I barely had time to put them down next to the bed before Dean jumped me.

He hugged me and kissed me and then all but dragged me into the bathroom - a quick shower and then he kicked me out so that he could clean up. I took an extra towel with me, dried myself off thoroughly before tossing the damp towel on the armchair by the window, put the dry towel on one side of the bed, checked my supplies, adjusted the air-conditioning, turned down the lights a little and then lay down on top of the sheets.

(Hotel room tip - if you’re planning to have anal and then sleep in the same bed, have sex on the top sheet not under the blankets and have a towel ready to catch any unpleasant drips, so you don’t have to lie in a (possibly) stinky wet mess.)

I was half-hard and stroking myself idly when Dean came out of the shower. His hair was damp and longer than I expected - he’d had a part of it tied up, a little tail that stuck out at the top. His eyes were surprisingly bright, and his lips were dark red - I remembered how soft they were when I kissed them before.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and I took a moment to appreciate him. He’s a tall guy, with a lean build and fairly big arms - actually, pretty broad through the shoulders but with a small waist. Not a very developed chests but a nice flat stomach - dark nipples, about average size. I wondered how sensitive they were.

He walked past me to the window side of the room. He did have a rounded bubble-butt, and I was looking forward to bouncing off it. I was looking for a bulge in his towel, but I didn’t see anything. Ah, I could get him hard later. Dean undid the chain of the cross he was wearing around his neck and put it on the side table nearest him, and then he looked at me and smiled - what a great smile.

“Ta-daa!” he said, and turned around and dropped his towel. I got a great view when he bent down to pick it up - he was smooth! - and he tossed his towel over the wooden chair that was by the tv console slash desk.

When he turned around, I had to control my features. For all his height, Dean had a small dick - no pubes (well, shaved or waxed or whatever). He was fully hard, pointed straight up, no sign of a foreskin, so hard that his head was smooth and bulging. Nice mushroom cap, but the stem wasn’t very thick or long, if you get what I mean. He did have almost comically huge balls that made his member look even smaller.

He climbed on the bed and knelt next to me. I grabbed his balls, which got me a moan, and then wrapped my hand easily around his cock. He bent over to kiss me - such soft lips - and then I had to let go of him because he was moving down my body.

Dean was extraordinarily talented with his mouth, bestowing butterfly kisses that got my nipples instantly erect before licking and sucking and then biting and tugging at them with his teeth, which made me gasp and moan. He worked his way, kissing and licking, down to my now-hard rod, never taking it into his mouth, just working up and down the outside and underside of the shaft, and then licking my balls before sucking them. I rarely get to see a guy with a moustache working my junk - I wanted him to suck on me properly.

That drove me pretty wild, but Dean stopped and then he sort of climbed back up and lay on me, so I had one arm around him, and we kissed some more. I could feel his cock hard and wet against me. I had my other hand behind his head, and when we stopped and he came up for air, I tousled his hair. He tugged on my cock.

“Time to do some work,” he said.

We worked, all right - it wasn’t just me. Anyone looking in the window at 3am would have seen Dean’s face with my hand wrapped around his mouth to stifle his moaning, because he’d gotten out of the bed, braced against the wall under with his legs spread, waiting patiently while I got gloved and lubed up, and then wiggled his bum as I lubed up his hole and then turned into a complete buttslut when I pushed in, moaning and whining and groaning.

I fucked him up against the window, then bent over the bed, then on his back in the armchair, then took him doggy-style on the bed (he was on all fours for a while, with me kneeling behind him, and then when I climbed up to squat over him and fuck downwards, he knocked down his elbows so he was face down ass up) - and all the time I was fucking him he was pushing back, so much so that I would often stop and let him do the moving. He was a noisy bottom, aside from moaning every time I moved in him, and he would often sort of chant “yeahyeahyeahyeah” or ask me to fuck him harder. I have to admit I was quite turned on by how active and fierce the fucking was, and now into it Dean was.

He was so horny and his hole so hungry that he positioned me on the bed, then sat on my cock and moved up and down, his hands playing with my nipples, his balls bouncing against my abs as my dick moved in his hole, and then he leaned back, bracing with hands behind him in my thighs and changed to a sort of forward-backward slide.

We finished with him lying on the bed with the dry towel under him, holding on to his legs above his head as I fucked his ass. I asked him if I could cum into the condom in him, but he wanted to see me shoot, so when I was close, I pulled out, snapped off the condom, and changed position so I was straddling his body and just in the nick of time I pumped out my thick load on Dean’s chest and neck.

I climbed off him and threw the condom into the waste paper basket under the desk. Dean was idly rubbing my cum into his chest, making small circles around his nipples.

“Can help me cum?” he said, spreading his legs and wrapping his fingers (moistened with my juice) around his cock. When I nodded, he said “Punch my balls”.

I’m no stranger to ball-bashing, but it isn’t a common practice either. I made a fist and punched up between his still-spread legs. His grunt was a mixture between pain and pleasure.

“Against the bed,” he said, so my second punch mashed his big sack between my fist and the mattress. His masturbation got more frantic.

“Let go,” I said.

“What?”

“Let go of your cock,” I said, “Or I will stop.”

He looked a little taken aback, but he let go. He didn’t move his hand too far away from his dick.

“You’re a pig,” I said, punching him gently, “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, softly. “Harder please.”

“Harder than this?”

I hit his sack again, harder.

“Ye-es,” he said, around a moan.

“Like this?”

I hit, hard.

“Ye … es.” This time the pause was longer.

I hit his balls again.

“Please,” he whispered, “I want to cum.”

I hit his balls.

“Please,” even softer this time.

I wondered momentarily what his students or his family or his church cell group would think if they could see him now, this smart, loving, handsome, hunky teacher, with my load on his chest, with his sloppy freshly fucked hole, begging to be allowed to cum, needing a dull ache in his balls before he can finish himself off. Do you think they’d understand that there’s nothing weird or strange or wrong, that this is the animal part of us, that everyone has their own kinks or fetishes or preferences or whatever you want to call them, and that, if anything, that makes us all more human and alike than it makes us different? Frankly, I think it’s a kind of honour to be allowed this far into someone’s personal world, to see this much of their true self … doesn’t stop me from messing with them, and maybe that’s my own kink, but I always try to make sure that it’s a mostly consensual, and that everyone has fun and cums and isn’t hurt.

Anyway, I pushed his hand onto his dick, and he went back to beating his meat furiously.

It only took a couple more bashes before he came, shooting a gusher of thick cum into the air, a large amount, while gasping for breath and bucking his hips as he continued jacking.

He was panting when he finished, and I let him lie there while I grabbed my towel and had another shower. Despite the air conditioning, I was sweaty from the vigorous fuck.

He came in to join me after a few minutes and we got cleaned up. When I got out, I saw that he’d cleared the bed and smoothed down the sheets - even disposed off my condom foil. We turned the lights out and climbed into bed - me on the side near the bathroom, and him on the side next to where he’d put down his cross. And after a while, Dean away from me turned to lie on his side, and I turned towards him, and he scooted backward, and I put an arm around him, my fingers resting against his flat belly, and we fell asleep in the spoon position.

***

So I’m awake now - it’s Sunday morning and I was thinking and remembering and typing this on my phone peacefully because Dean was still asleep, but now he’s awake and has got his hand on my cock - if I can get him to stop for a while I might post this, because it’s too difficult to cut and paste and format and all that while the hot guy I smashed last night is playing with my junk trying to convince me to give him another round.

***

He stayed in a large terrace house in a residential part of Singapore. Took me a while to get there, and when I did, I parked my car a little distance away, and walked to the big gate at the end of the driveway. I buzzed, and the automated gate opened to let me in.

The house was dark, and he met me at the front door, looking very casual in some bi-coloured shorts and an old, loose with university tee. Everyone was out, as he explained, and I followed him through the dark house to the one brightly lit doorway: his bedroom.

I didn’t get his name, so let’s just call him Harold (not his real name). He sort of looked like a grown up Goh ShiSong - maybe a little broader in the jaw, no braces, of course, but a nice combination of nerdy and boyish, even though he was a little older than me. I wouldn’t even have pegged him as gay if I met him on the street.

Despite his age, I would say that his room looked like a typical teenager’s room - built-in wardrobe with a full-length mirror on the door, study desk and chair with computer and papers, and a single bed, arranged around the edges of a very large room. Not exactly what I’d call an adult space, but then again, it’s common for people in Singapore to live with their parents because housing is so expensive.

I didn’t really have time to look around, because before I knew it, Harold was kissing me. He was a little shorter than me, and I put my hands on his body as I tilted my head down to kiss him. Surprise: this nerdy guy appeared to have a firm body under his loose-fitting tee shirt. His profile was blank, but when I saw his face, I’d gone mostly by his look: and because he wanted a suck and to suck and I did, too - that he had a place was a bit of a plus. He sent a cock pic, but I didn’t think to ask for a shirtless shot.

I slipped my hand up under his tee, and I was right. He had what felt like a great body - sizeable pecs, on a thick but muscly torso. I could feel his abs, too. I ran another hand up his back, which was also more muscly than I expected, and then down around his ass - what an ass he had, large, but firm with muscle. I hadn’t taken a close look at his legs, but when I groped the base of his ass, I could tell that he had fairly large thighs, too.

He pressed against me, really getting into the kiss. He was aggressive, like a man who hadn’t had a drink of water for a while and my mouth was a water fountain. He put his arms around me, and even though he didn’t go under my clothes, he was groping me pretty hard, too, maybe copying me.

He reached over my shoulder and turned out the lights. The room was dark, with only a little light coming in from outside. He pulled me with him till we were standing next to the bed, and then he let go of me and started taking off his clothes. I followed suit, and when we were both nude, he pushed me onto the bed, letting me turn so that my head was on the pillow.

He climbed on over me, and kissed me again, and then he leaned back on his knees. Even from the dim light coming from the window, I could see that he was stacked. Built. Solid hunk. His nipples were dark against his fair skin, but he was definitely hot - and very hard. I grabbed his dick, surprised again at how aggressive he was in the dark. He wasn’t large, but a very good sort of average, and he sighed a bit when I pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his wet slit with my finger.

He didn’t give me a chance to enjoy groping him, because he moved up the bed, till he was straddling my chest and presented his cock to my mouth. I’d promised to suck him, and so I opened my mouth, and he pushed it in straight away and fucked my mouth. He moaned, softly, slow and low, a complete mismatched to the intensity with which he was fucking my mouth - I couldn’t move my head, because I was pinned against the pillow. I had my hands on his large firm thighs as he thrust, and I gotta say, it was sort of hot.

He pulled out, after a while, leaning back with his balls resting against my chest, his cock pointing up, and he was breathing heavily. I was hard, too, from the aggressive facefuck I had just got. He reached behind, and played with my cock, and then he climbed off me, turned around to straddle me again, and moved into 69 position. I pulled back his cock and put it into my mouth, and felt him sucking my cock, his mouth beautifully warm around my dick. He gave me a slow slobbery suck, and I tried to match it, and he helped by holding still over my head so that I could suck up on him.

After a while, I let his dick go, and while he was still working on my cock, I spread his cheeks apart and licked his asshole. He moaned a little around me dick as I rimmed him - he smelled clean, and fresh, and it was a joy to rim him, even though his hole was a little hairy. When I stopped, he let got of my dick, and he climbed off me.

He got on the bed from the foot, and he spread my legs, and did what I hoped he would by sucking on my balls, gently (almost too gently) on each one, and then licked my sack. That got me even harder, and when he grabbed my dick and jacked it while he was licking, I very nearly blew my nut right there.

I put my hand on his and he let go, and I took a moment to breathe while he looked up at me between my legs. He asked if I wanted to fuck, and I had to get him to clarify if he wanted to be penetrated or if he wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t really in the mood to be fucked, and I wasn’t clean enough for it either, so he agreed to let me nail him. I leaned off the bed, and got my supplies out of my clothes where I had left them on the floor, and I let him glove me up and lube himself.

I asked him how he wanted to do it, and he told me to just lie back and enjoy it - and then he climbed over me, straddled me facing me, and (with a little fussing) sat back on my gloved cock. He leaned forward, braced on either side of me, and then he rode my dick - boy, did he ride me. He didn’t hold anything back, just pumped his ass up and down on my cock, hard and fast, enough to make me breathless, and he occasionally let out a sort of animal moaning between his heavy breathing. I had my hands on his arms, feeling the tense muscles as he took his weight on his arms to slip his hole up and down on my cock.

It was a quickie, in the best way, and I couldn’t control myself for long before letting his motion milk my load right out of me, emptying my balls into my condom. He kept going, well after I finished, and then he pulled off my cock and moved back up to my face, and I took his dick into my mouth so he could fuck my face until he, too, unloaded, right into my mouth, so much cum that I had to swallow several times to take it down, even as his cock kept moving.

He pulled out and sighed, and I noticed that he was sweating. No surprise, since he’d been the one who did all the work. I wasn’t sure whether he’d used me, but hey, I wanted a little relief and I have to admit that I got it. He climbed off me, and turned on the room light, and showed me where to throw away my used condom. I got dressed while he checked his phone, and told me that I should go, since his parents were on the way home, and so he buzzed the driveway gate open and I went back to my car and headed home.

The Timberland House / Sally Wilson Architects

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