Trivial Pursuit: My Polish Room-mate

I was staying in the campus hostel in Sydney and had for a couple of months a foreign student as my room-mate. His name was Jakob and I had thought he was German but he turned out to be Polish. He had worked for several years before quitting, after he had saved enough to pay for his education, to enrol for the university course.  At that time he was probably 24.  He was very straight-acting but was overall reserved and shy.  

We hardly spoke except about our class assignments.  He never joined the group for drinks over the weekend and disappeared every lunchtime for about an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more curious about him, I decided to find out.  I managed to find myself a seat next to him after several guys decided to drop out of the very boring subject.

During one lecture, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student. 

I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore cargo pants that were tight around the crotch with baggy pockets on both sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge. Jakob was not a huge person but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks.  The more he gawked at the pictures in the colour magazine, the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up as if to shield his bulge from my view.  

At one point, I caught him adjusting himself.  When he pulled his hand away from the front of his trousers, I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the material of his cargo pants. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those pants to take hold of the meat that was straining to be let out. But the lesson dragged on, after a while Jakob put his magazine away and paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.

I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a safe distance. My own smallish cock was still recovering from the unexpected erection, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of his bulging crotch were still fresh in my mind.

At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table? 

The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I'd forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the campus to me. I'd never been in this particular library before. 

There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for 'Gents'. Of course! He came up here to wank himself over his straight porn. The toilets were silent inside. Three cubicles lined one wall and beside them was one long, steel trough. A couple of old sinks stood opposite and one, high up window, was shut.  The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked properly.

But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his magazine. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners - 'I want to suck your cock.' 'Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.' 'Fuck my arse in tights and panties.' These gave me an idea as to what was going on in that toilet.
 
I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gorged out, the edges smoothen in quite a professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of cargo pants and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.

I don't know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come in but he didn't stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn't care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My 4 inches of Asian meat was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. My cock was hard, wet and ready for action.

And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of blonde hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a young Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. Then he took a step closer.

The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening.  After a moment's manipulation his large rounded ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me. 

I leaned forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it touched the curly hair at his pubes, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on the tip of my tongue.  I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on the tip of my tongue and sucked in the juice that was starting to flow copiously out from his pee-hole. 

I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, slowly teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his buttocks in my hands. But for that moment, separated by the wall, I was content to just taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of male youth as I worked his bollocks with my tongue. 

And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn't know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further.  As soon as I felt his lips dampen my pubic hair, I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around my short 4-inch cock.  Taking all of my hard dick in his mouth wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do.  In less than a minute, my cock twitched and I unleashed a flood of Asian baby-makers into his mouth.  He let go of my softening cock and I knelt down on the floor with my face in front of the glory hole.  He stood up and placed his semi-erect cock to my side of the wall through the glory-hole.

I immediately took the half-hard cock into my mouth and my tongue licked his cock head as it slowly grew harder.  I pulled back quickly and then moved forward feeling his hardening cock plunged deep into my oral cavity in one deft movement.  Again I released his cock which was by now at least 80% hard, and again took it all in, drew back, took it in and then drew back again. I was sliding my tongue up and down his shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if I'd never tasted a man before.  Eagerly I held his his tightening balls in my palm to massage it as my mouth worked it magic, up and down his shaft. I knew he would not be able to endure this for long, from the way his erect dick was pulsating in my mouth and from the way he was moaning big time.  By now, his cock had grown completely hard and stiff.  It began to twitch violently in my mouth and I knew that he was cumming soon.  He tried to pull his cock out from my mouth but I wouldn't let him.  I wanted to taste his sweet nectar.  I wanted his cock to remain in my hungry mouth, I wanted it to last for a long time, but his cock had other ideas.  

I was sucking his cock with all my vigour, using my mouth to wank him off.  I clenched my lips tightly around his cock head as my hand pumped his meat in a tight grip.  I swallowed his cock, sucked it, slid it in and out of my mouth until he started groaning out in pleasure.  I clawed at the wall, pushed myself forward against the wall, so that his cock could enter my mouth as deep as he could.  As I was deepthroating his cock, my eyes strayed upward and read the graffiti on the wall - 'I want to cum in a cute student's mouth.' 'Straight student needs to unload in your mouth.' "I have a whole week's supply of cum just for you."

I'm gonna taste it now, I thought to myself.  I felt his balls contracting in my palm as his cock throbbed in my mouth.  I continued to suck eagerly on his throbbing dick.  I could feel him pushing his cock as far into my mouth as he possibly could.  I wished the wall between us could miraculously disappear.  I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. He plunged his entire Polish pole deep down my throat and then he erupted.  His cock burned inside my throat as I felt his cum shoot into my gullet.  As soon as his explosion started, I dived down on his cock, burying my face into his pubes, holding his twitching my cock as far in my mouth as I could get it.  He shot again and again as my tongue slid up and down and around his pumping shaft.  At the same time, I gently massaged his bollocks.  I felt his cock throbbed again, the friction of my throat on his cock head sent another wave through him and he spurted more Polish man juice into my mouth.  I kept all six inches of him in his mouth as his cock twitched to stillness.  I persisted in licking his cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking him in, milking his cock dry. Until he could tolerate it no more, he pulled back.

I finally let him go and he slipped his glistening, wet cock back through the hole to his side. He backed up and stood there, his cock hanging semi-limp, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted and was hoping to taste again.

I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. I heard him do up his trousers and left the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.
When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He leaned down and asked in a nervous manner, 'will you tell anyone?' 

I shook my head. 'Of course I won't,' I reassured him.  'Thanks. See you next week in class then.'  He stood up and turned. Where his hand had rested on the table was now a piece of paper. I unfolded it.

'Straight student wants to taste man cock.' It read. And underneath this a pager number and another line: 'In case you can't wait until next week.'

Photos: Bulging Crotches

Everytime I see a bulging crotch trapped in skin tight briefs, my blood pressure surges to my brains and I get all dizzy with excitement. Here are some really gorgeous crotch bulges that are irresistible.  Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Personality: Arthur Nory Mariano

Arthur Nory Oyakawa Mariano (born 18 September 1993) is a Brazilian artistic gymnast and a member of the national team. He participated in the 2015 World Artistic Gymnastics Championships, placing fourth in the horizontal bar and 12th all-around.  He shot to fame and became an overnight sensation after he won the bronze medal in floor exercise at the 2016 Summer Olympics in Rio de Janeiro.

With his charm, boyish looks, million-dollar smile and, well, those arms, it’s not hard to see why suddenly everyone has fallen in love with the 22-year-old Brazilian. (Including the current Queen of Gymnastics Simone Biles!)


Simone Biles knows a good thing when she sees it. The 19-year-old U.S. gymnast quickly declared Mariano her “Brazilian boyfriend” when the two met up in the Olympic Village in July, ahead of the Games. Biles let the world know about Mariano by posting a cute shot of the pair hugging on Twitter, captioning it “my Brazilian boyfriend” with a kiss and heart emoji.

Arthur, it appears, loves to cam and here are some shots of him busy in action. Wonder who the lucky guy or gal could be?

Trivial Pursuit: Meeting Up After 35 Years

Two months ago I bumped into an old friend from NUS.  He is now 56 years old (I was his senior) having just celebrated his birthday.   He invited me to his house.  He stays alone having gone through a messy divorce 2 years ago.  The first thing he said when we met was, "wanna replay what you did for me in the hostel?"  Needless to say I replied, "sure."  After dinner, we headed to his studio apartment in east coast.  Once we entered his flat, he plonked himself on the armchair (in the exact manner 35 years ago when he was seated in the only chair in my hostel room).   I knelt in front of his outstretched legs and began to mouth his dick through his business pants until it gained some weight.  Even through his pants, his organ felt plump in my mouth.  Then I unzipped his pants and began to fondle the bulge as he bent down to french kiss me.  Slowly, I removed his belt and finally his pants were off leaving him sitting in the armchair in just his long-sleeved Ted Baker shirt and CK briefs.  Placing my face on his crotch, I began to kiss and mouth his now fully erect cock over his briefs.  Before long, the front of his briefs was wet with a mixture of my saliva and his precum.  All the while he mumbled how much he was enjoying the moment and added, "you gave me the blowjob of the century.  Since that day, I have never received any as good." 

Feeling encouraged, I took one of his testicles (huge for Chinese) out from the left leg opening of his briefs and slowly lick his balls.  The the other testicle came out and I gave it the same attention.  As I took the whole scrotal bag in my mouth and slathered the wrinkled bag with my tongue, my hand was caressing his huge erection through the cotton fabric of his CK briefs.  He started making soft moaning noises as he moved his thighs in an open-close motion.  When his thighs closed up, it held my  head in a clench as he caressed by head with his hands.  I then put my hands through the right leg opening of his briefs and pulled out his long 5 and a half-inch cock and slowly pumped on it until his precum began flowing out copiously.  I used it to lubricate the entire length of his cock as I massaged it until it twitched several times under my expert hands.  He began to jerk his body up and down as if he was fucking my hands which were wrapped tightly around his erect cock.  All the while, I was licking and sucking lightly on his balls. 

I kept at this for a good 10 minutes or so until he whispered to me, "take it in your mouth, you do it so well."  Only then did I pull down his briefs all the way to his ankle and he kicked them off. His hard rod sprang out of his briefs and to my pleasant surprise, it was in good working condition (just like in the old days).  Although he is now 56 and his face was showing some age, his body was still toned and his cock was as good as new.  Anyway, he had always been a skinny chap in his younge days. He pulled me up by his hands until my face was facing his and he inched in to kiss me passionately on the lips.  My hand went to his erect cock and began stroking it.  Then he pushed me down by my shoulders ... I took the hint.  I bent down and placed my face to his cock.  My tongue reached out to tickle his pee-hole with the tip of my tongue.  At the same time, my right hand massaged his sperm-filled balls.  Then my tongue moved down his shaft, slowly trailing all the way down to his balls.  I took his whole scrotal sac into my mouth and started sucking on them slowly and gently, careful not to hurt him as I remembered that he has ultra- sensitive testicles.  He began to stroke his cock as I paid full attention to his balls. He moved back taking his huge scrotum out of my mouth and pushed his cock head to my lips.  I opened my mouth and his purplish cock head entered my mouth.  I closed my lips around his cock head and let my tongue do the rest of the work.  He was writhing with pleasure, giving out soft raspy moans.  He was loving the action, the same treatment he received from me 35 years ago.  Slowly I took his cock, inch by inch until all 5.5 inches were inside my mouth.  I sucked on his cock with all my might sending him to seventh heaven.  I released his throbbing cock from my mouth and commanded him, "fuck my mouth like you did back then."  I looked at him (in that come fuck my mouth way) and opened  my mouth.  He moved his body forward, pushing his cock into my mouth and then he announced, "here I come."  He drove his twitching lance into my mouth, sending all 6 inches deep down.  I could feel his engorged cock head at my throat.  Then he began to fuck me in the mouth, pistoning his long cock in and out of my mouth which was tightly clenched on his rod.  Each time he drove his cock all the way in, I could feel his cock head hitting my throat as he meshed his thick pubic hair against my face.  How I love the musky scent that emanated from his pubes - the scent of a real man!  I cooperated my deep-throating him.  Each time his cock slid out, my tongue met his pee-hole and I would lick it.  He loved this.  His soft moans turned to loud gutteral noises.  I knew he was near.  I sucked on his cock with all my strength and all my might as my fingers reached down to his balls tickling them.  He gave out a laughter and begged me to stop, "it is too sensitive there, stop, stop or I will cum too soon ... I want this to last longerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...."
 
At that moment I felt his cock throbbed in my mouth.  He held still and my tongue continued to slurp his shaft, then it happened.  The first blast of semen went directly down my throat.  I pulled away leaving only about a third of his rod in my  mouth.  The subsequent spurts splashed on my tongue.  I savoured the taste of his baby makers.  It was delicious. He shot about 5 more spurts of hot spunk into my mouth.  I held the pool of hot semen on my tongue, using it to lube up his throbbing cock as I continued to suck on it until he begged me to stop.  His cock slid out from my mouth and he pulled me up to face him.  I opened my mouth and let him see his huge puddle of semen on my tongue.  I let his thick slimy sperm slowly flow out from the corner of my mouth into my opened palm as he sat there watching.  Then putting my palm to my mouth, I slowly licked up every single drop and drank it all up.  He said, "my goodness, after 35 years you are still the same slut!"
 
We met up again just last week for a repeat performance.
 

Travelling Tales: Frankfurters, Anyone?

I was at Frankfurt airport (just last week) using the toilet.  Saw a young blonde haired guy (looks to be in his early 20s) standing at the urinal.  I stood next to him and saw that he was sporting a raging hardon. He noticed me staring and explained that he gets hard whenever and wherever.  With a light blushing smile he said, "it is impossible to get this monster back back into my pants.  Gonna wait for it to soften a little."

I jokingly asked if he needed my help.  His first response was, "fuck man, I am no gay!"  Then he just ignored me.  I continued standing next to him and stared at his raging hardon that didn't seem to get any softer.  Then I asked again if he wanted to jerk it off. His reply was, "no way with you watching".  Then he proceeded to the cubicle (previously occupied) and locked the door.  I waited until the coast was clear then knocked on his door and asked again if he needed my help. He sounded a little irritated but asked, "so faggot, what can you do?"  I felt I was getting lucky and answered him, "anything you like except no fucking."  He asked, "do you suck?". 

 
I replied, "open the door" and soon after he unlocked the door and let me in.  I immediately sat on the WC with him standing in front of me with his pants at his ankle and his fitting black Renoma around his knees.  I stroked his raging hardon with my right hand while my left played with his dangling balls.  He whispered to me, "suck them".  I placed my mouth between his wide opened thighs and my tongue began to slurp on his hairy balls. Then I sucked on his testes one after the other and heard him moaning very softly.  All the while I was stroking his cock which became even harder under my ministration of his long and thick dick (at least 7.5 inches).  He pulled my head up and placed his helmet shaped cock head on my lips.  I opened my mouth and he pushed his hard cock into my mouth and began fucking me in the mouth.  My lips clenched around his throbbing cock and we remained in that motion for a full 5 minutes or so until he forcefully drove his cock down my throat. With a soft gutteral groan, he released his semen down my throat almost choking me with the large deposit.  He quickly dressed up and left.  I trailed him and saw his family (father, mother and a youngish looking girl, presumably sister) waiting for him outside.

Personality: Kristoffer King

Kristoffer King is an actor, known for The Coin Bearer (2012), Kristo (2017) and Maratabat (2014).

In an interview Kristoffer revealed that his son has a rare incurable disease and he has no choice but to act in X-rated movies to raise the money needed to pay his son's medical bills.  He was cast in a couple of gay movies where he played the top role.

Here are some screenshots from his movies:

 

Trivial Pursuit: The Voyeur in Me

The changing room by the pool of my condo is always full of guys taking a quick shower after a swim.  Some of them are real hot eye candies.  The adjoining steam room is another great place to just hang around and meet new friends.  On a weekend I can just sit on one of the benches and watch guys walking in, their bodies dripping pool water, as they head for the showers.  No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch the guys strutting them stuff.

One of my neighbours, a commercial airline pilot I later learnt, avoids swimming during the weekends as he finds the noisy children and visitors rather annoying.  He chooses instead to swim in the early evening just before dinner.  He is in his late twenties and has a killer body with wide, powerful shoulders and a slim waist.  He always wears tight Speedos, the sort that clings to the skin and screams out loud to me, "hey slut, see how large my bulge is."

I timed my own visit to the pool and changing room to coincide with his.  I've been watching him for weeks. I have learned where he always changes and make sure that I am on the opposite bench. He has a routine and now so do I.  

One evening, things worked backwards.  He was later than usual.  When he finally strolled into the changing room, I saw that he was dressed in t-shirt and jeans.  He went to the bench right opposite me.  Placing his sport bag on the bench, he began to do some stretches. 

Standing there in his jeans, he showed no package, just a flat front - not even a hint of what laid beneath - no outline, no worn denim where his cock head has rubbed.  At first glance, you'd think there was nothing spectacular down there.  

His eyes darted around the room and he realised we were not alone.  A father and young son were changing just a few feet away from us.  I wished they were not there.

He bent over and removed his shoes.  Then standing upright, he popped the stud on his jeans as he pulled them down. As my neighbour stripped off unabashedly I took my time drying off while he undresses for me.  He was wearing pristine white briefs, stuffed full with his genitals, coarse black hair billowing from the waistband.  What a sight, what a difference - with and without those jeans.

He placed his jeans on the bench beside him then packed his socks.  As he stood and turned around, I got to look at his slender legs, and then at his white briefs stretched tight across the two lumps of muscle that was his bums.  Several times, he clenched his ass for my benefit as I watched.

He stood with his back to me to remove his shirt.  Once his shirt was off, he turned and fished from his bag for his Speedos. Then he sat with his towel across his lap and slowly, teasingly, took off his briefs from beneath the towel.

That's why I sit opposite whenever I can. As he wriggled his briefs down, I sat down and dried my feet. As he lifted his hips to free his underwear I bent down and glanced up. Underneath, in the shadow of his towel, I saw what I came to see - his flaccid cock with its overhang of wrinkled folds of skin that covered his glans.  Some may think he has too much foreskin, not me. I love the excess folds gathered up like a crumpled sheet of crushed paper, set against his jet black thicket of pubic hair.  While flaccid, his cock is small, withdrawn and tiny in comparison to the large sack of balls that hangs below and spreads out on the bench between his legs. His scrotal bag was completely out of proportion to the smallness of his limp cock.  As he bent to remove his briefs, which always get caught around his ankles, his small cock and huge balls vanished from my sight.  Then, before he sat back upright again, he slipped his Speedos over his feet and pulled them up, standing quickly as he drew them up to cover his genitals.

I trailed him to the pool and watched him swimming while I laid on a deck chair admiring his every move.  After he had finished his laps, he headed back to the changing room.  I followed suit.

This time, we had the entire changing room to ourselves.  He took up place at the same spot while I took a seat opposite him.  Now that no one else was around, he unabashfully stood facing me.  There was a visible bulge in his Speedos but his tight trunks were not yet tenting badly like some of the other times I have seen.  

With his fingers hooked at the waistband, he slowly pulled his Speedos down.  Slowly, his still flaccid cock popped out of his trunks.  It is evident that it has grown a little plumper but still no where near a full erection.  I knew because I have seen it many times before.

Reaching into his bag, he took a bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo and headed to the shower stall directly opposite where I was sitting.  He didn't bother to close the door, giving me full view of his immaculate body.  He started with shampooing his hair, all the time with his back to me.  Again, he clenched his tight bums a few times for my benefit.  When he was done with his hair, he turned around to face me.  There was still no change in his state of cock.  

He began to soap his upper torso and then his palms moved slowly down towards his groin.  Finally I was sitting on my bench watching him wash himself down there.  Slowly but surely, his dick began stirring and I saw some growth.  Within seconds, his cock became half hard.  His hand reached beneath his penis and began soaping his huge scrotal bag.  He spent an inordinate amount of time massaging his balls.  I watch him intensely as his dick began to straighten out from his body at 90 degrees.  It has become hard but not fully erect yet.  He changed hands - his left hand was now soaping and massaging his balls as his right hands began soaping his hard tool, stroking it at the same time.  Soon, his cock gained full turgidity.  He became fully erect, pointing straight up at the ceiling, his hard cock paralled to his abdomen.  Now and then he would clench his bums causing his cock to twitch, again all for my benefit.

We heard footsteps.  A guy walked and headed to the toilet to take a pee.  Soon he was out of the toilet, returning the privacy to us.  My good neighbour turned around and I saw that his cock has lost some of its hardness, it was no longer pointing straight up.  He started soaping his cock again, stroking it until it regained it full hardness. 

He squatted on the floor facing me, putting on a show for me.  He placed both hands on his hips and danced a bit, causing his erection to sway left and right.  It was a beautiful scene to behold.  He danced and I watched, all the while wishing more would happen.  But so far, he had never ventured to do more than just giving me a show.

He washed off the soap from his body.  He walked out of the shower stall and instead of walking to his bench which he normally would do, this time he walked towards me.  He stood right in front of me, hard cock aimed at my face.  Then softly, he commanded, "stroke it, stroke for me."

I had always been obedient when it came to a cock invitation.  Without having to be told twice, my right hand reached over to hold his cock.  At his urging, I began to stroke it slowly at first.  But he was impatient, "stroke it faster, I need to cum badly.  Had not had sex for 5 days now.  Wife's away."  I understood and began to pump his cock in long hard strokes.  My left hand fondled his large balls; they felt heavy in my palms. 

I moved my face nearer and was about to take his cock head in my mouth when he moved back and said, "no sucking please.  Just wank me ... won't be long."

I began to stroke his cock more vigorously and he started making forward and backward movements of his hip, as if he was fucking, thrusting his cock into an imaginary cunt.  Within seconds, he stood still and gave out a soft gasp.  Then it happened, his cock throbbed in my hands, as the first spurt of sticky semen shot out from the tip of his cock landing all over my face.  He commanded, "don't stop! Stroke me, stroke me harder."

I continued to wank him, my fingers wrapped tightly around his cock as his throbbing cock gushed out spurts after spurts of hot semen on my face.  When I had squeezed out every last drop of sperm out of him, he suddenly regained his composure and realised what he had done to me.  He immediately apologised and offered me his trunks to wipe away the semen from my face.  I smiled at him and used a finger to scoop a puddle of semen from my face.  Then my finger entered my mouth and I licked up his sweet spunk.

He looked at me in disbelief and asked, "what does it taste like?  You like the taste of sperm?"  And winked at him saying, "love sperm especially yours."  He responded, "wow, my wife wouldn't even allow my sperm to touch her face let alone taste it."

That was the first time I had any physical contact with my neighbour, the pilot.  We had since progressed from wanking to sucking.  But he couldn't bring himself mentally to fuck me.  Before I could evangelise him, they moved away to a larger unit on the other side of Singapore.

Childhood Memories: My First True Glory Hole Experience

I like to share with you my first real glory-hole experience.  It was a toilet in a old theatre in Johor Baru.  Dad would bring us for movies, like once a month.  It was a real treat for me as I love the popcorns, the chicken pie and of course the coca cola.  In those days in the early 60s, this was a great family outing for me.

The other thing that was an attraction for me was the toilet at the back of the cinema building.  There were only 2 cubicles and a short trough-like urinal in the toilet proper.  Most men were in a hurry and would simply urinate into the drain outside the toilet.  There was no fear of exposure to women as their toilet was on the other side of the building.  I too would normally pee into the drain, spending lots of time looking to my left and right, admiring all the adult dicks that were on full display.  Because I was short, their dicks were almost at eye level to me.  It was a feast!

One day, I had a tummy upset and queued for the stall.  Fortunately, there was only one other man in front of me - an Indian sporting a wedding band who looked to be in his mid-40s.  He kept looking back at me with a smile.  When the first stall became vacant, he walked in, locking the door after him.  After a long while, the occupant of the other stall walked out and I took his place.

To my surprise, I found there were a few holes in the wall adjoining the next stall.  Most of them were peepholes, large enough to spy into the next cubicle if you put your eye close to it.  But there was one that was large but it had a piece of newspaper covering it.
   
Suddenly, the newspaper dropped to the floor.  I looked through it and saw the Indian guy stood up and came towards the hole.  He positioned his cock in front of the largest of the hole and stroke his cock vigorously.  His cock was hard as rock and he suddenly stopped his hand movement, and then his sperm started shooting out from his pee-hole, landing all over the floor on his side of the wall. 

Then he quickly put softening cock back into his pants and left the stall.  Several guys came and went without doing much after they finishing peeing.

Then a Malay guy came and after he finished peeing, he continued standing there with his body slightly turned to my side.  He then began to stroke his cock and it almost instantly became hard and erect.  He continued to jack his thick and fat cock but nothing further happened.   He masturbated for a very long time and I got tired of waiting to see him cum.  

Not wanting to let my dad wait too long, I pulled my pants up and was preparing to leave when all of a sudden the head of his dick just partially came though the hole. I surprised myself by reaching out and touching it. He pushed it in further so that the head and maybe 3 inches of his dick was on my side. I once again surprised myself by bending down and licking on it. I put my mouth around it and tongued it and sucked on it. He moved it in a little further but I couldn't get much in my mouth. I sucked on it for a little bit and then proceeded to jack him off with what little was coming through. Pretty soon his cock jerked and he shot his spunk all over the floor on my side.  He pulled his throbbing cock back through.  I bent over to watch him continue jerking on his cock as it shot more thick semen into the toilet bowl. 

Almost immediately someone tried to open the door to my stall. I quickly left. There were a lot of men standing around in the alley waiting for their turn to pee.  I was looking out to see what that Malay guy looked like but couldn't find him in the crowd.

Since that day, I had returned to that cinema building many times on my own whenever I had the chance.

Photos: Train Sporting

This photograph was sent to me by my friend who is now holidaying in Australia.  This Asian guy on the train was obviously sporting an erection.  What a view.

Photos: Mesmerising Bushes

If ever there is any part of the male body that attracts my attention, it would have to be the pubic bush. I love a bush that is really thick and messy. Here are some really gorgeous boys sporting untrimmed pubic bushes that are so so so mesmerising.  Where do you think I will be focusing my eyes on?  Face or bush?