Do You Remember Sex in Camp

I had long finished my reservist obligations and frankly, I was really looking forward to the day I don't have to go back for reservist any more. Reservist had always been a torture for me. I was not as fit as I was when I was younger and been someone who also has a series of medical issues such as hypertension, scoliosis and slipped discs, I seriously do not even know how I managed to get my kahki beret and Guards tab then... I was proud to be a Guardsman then but have to pay a price when it comes to reservist time...

So, after spending a lot of money and time to medically prove that my physical issues are real, I was finally downgraded and reservist became a might less stressful affair.

However, that is not the end. I was transferred to a unit where I didn't know anyone there and all these garang Guardsman really do not think about their commanders who had been downgraded. Although I had a relaxed time in camp but no doubt it was just as stressful as previously.

It does not help that some of the guys are still fit and look pretty good and having them walking around, sometimes half naked is really not making my life in camp any better. 

There was also a fellow commander who always like to pick on me. Others would generally ignore me and communicate with me only officially but this guy just like to pick on me and bully me, even when doing things officially. It got pretty tiring and I really did not wanna see him around...

So, what has this got to do with my topic? You will see... Do I remember sex in camp? Of course I do!

In fact, I was sucked twice on my last in camp training!

Turns out, the guy who keeps picking on me is gay! Apparently, he had spotted me at Ten Mens Club (TMC, a gay bath house and it is not a spelling mistake there) one evening! And all the while when he was picking on me, he was actually doing so cos he was fancying me and was trying to get my attention... Gosh, what a weird guy...

Anyway, during the last in camp, he had not came and bothered me, but towards the last week, when we were more relaxed, he came and asked for my contact number and started to text me at night. It was then that he asked if I went to TMC that night... As we chatted, he told me he had always fancied me and started suggesting that we should do things in camp since it will be our last reservist.

So, I suggested that since it is lights out soon, we can just go to the toilet area and have him suck me off there. He agreed and he sucked me inside one of the toilet cubicles after we made sure that everyone had turned in. It certainly felt a little surreal as I watch him suck on my hard cock and making me cum...

The second time it happened, I told him I dun wanna stay up till too late just for a blowjob. It can really be tiring as we had to stay up till everyone was asleep before we can do the deed. So, as he still wanted to suck on my cock, we decided that we should just do it at the showers, while everyone is showering. It was rather risky as the others were still around...

We took a shower cubicle each, side by side and after an initial wash up, I sat on the floor and slid my lower body over and he started doing his 'work'... I tell you, it was really scary! The water was still running but I can see that the guy in the cubicle next door is still showering. Throughout the time when I was enjoying the blowjob, I keep thinking of the guy can actually see me sitting on the floor! :p

Too bad he only seen me at the spa before our last in-camp training. As much as it was risky, it certainly made reservist much more exciting and fun! Come to think of it, if we had more time, we might had even tried anal sex... Hahaha...

Do You Remember Anyone Asking for Your Underwear

Heh... I am trying to revive my blog... So, I am trying to write a longer version of what I will be tweeting... :p I started this #DoYouRemember series some time back and after a few months, I ran out of things to talk about and stopped. However, I find it quite fun to share things that I normally cannot share with people I talk with face to face! Hahaha... I can only share with people I dun see

I am shy mah, after all... Hahaha...

As if, right? :p

So, anyway, about a week or so back, I restarted this series and I thought, hmm... Why not I do a more detail writeup about what I tweet here? On 1 hand, Twitter only allows 140 characters and thus it is pretty limited to what I can say there at 1 go. On the other hand, I can kinda, revive my blog... Which I had neglected... :p

So, here is what I shared today:  #DoYouRemember anyone asking for your underwear? 

I do. 

There was this guy whom I forgot how he knew me but very likely is through this blog... We had been chatting and he was talking about his sexperience and his 'hobby'. Well, apparently, he collects used underwears from the guys he had sex with. Yeah... Maybe you can call him a professional underwear collector. :p I think he told me he had a whole drawer full of used underwear given to him by the guys he had sex with. It was a kinky thought but underwear was never a thing for me... Hahaha... And I cannot imagine having other people's underwear in your drawer! Oh... I forgot to ask if he actually washes them after they were gifted to him... *shudder* I dun think I wanna know... Hahaha...

So, anyway, some how, we chatted for some time and finally, he asked if we can meet. He would like to give me a blow job. Well, who would refuse a blow job, right? But of course, I have to surrender to him my underwear. Now... I am really contemplating this... I had never freeballed then and I get really uncomfortable thinking about walking around without my underwear back home. Furthermore, my mum does the laundry and she might ask why there seem to have 1 underwear missing for the week's laundry! Hahaha... So, I declined his offer.

He then said that we should at least just meet up so he can blow for me. I don't have to give him my underwear. So, since I have no loss, I agreed. We arranged to meet up after work in Town. He was a relatively nice chap and very friendly who took a liking for me and so we began to hunt for a proper place to have the blow job done. We walked around looking for a decently clean and private place and soon settled for a toilet at the Raffles Hotel shopping gallery.

My, my... The blow job was good but it was pretty scary too as there is only 1 cubicle and anyone who walked in might wanna wait for us to exit the cubicle if he is really urgent... Hahaha... So, I did not really enjoyed the blow job as much as I would like to. But at least the place was clean. After I cummed, he asked me for my undies as he said he had not had a red one (yes, I was wearing a red one that day). Gosh... Again, I rejected his request. I felt bad but I really dun wanna walk around freeballing... Hahaha... I was not used to the idea and I keep thinking what if I leak pre-cum and wet my pants? Yup, I might not have a lot of pre-cum when having sex but after I ejaculated, my cock will still produce pre-cum and it can be messy if I did not have something to stop the flow. That is why I also seldom jerk off and then sleep naked at home. I would need to wear my underwear in case my pre-cum wets and dirties my blanket... :p

We are still in contact till today and he still remembers till now that I didn’t give him my underwear. LOL... But I think he is happily attached now and is not collecting used underwear any more... :p

Unless he actually read this post and demands that I give him 1... If so, ok lor, I am more used to the idewa of freeballing now... But hor, I would need another blow job before I surrender my underwear... Heh heh... :p