Choa Chu Kang Daddy

It was a weekday morning in Choa Chu Kang, the kind where the air felt heavy and still. I had taken leave that day needed a break from NS life, and the thought of doing absolutely nothing sounded perfect. That was until I saw his message on Grindr.

He was 40-ish, Malay, married. His profile hinted at discreet. We chatted a little. Nothing fancy, no pressure. Just two people looking for a moment. When he offered to blow me, I hesitated for a second. Then remembered how long it had been. Days. I agreed. We exchange numbers and yes it was no catfishing. Took the bus down to his place.

His place was neat, lived-in in the kind of way that made it clear children lived there. Little shoes lined up along the corridor. But at 9am, the place was silent. His wife and kids were out. He welcomed me with a warm smile and offered a drink before we sat in the living room. The tension was immediate eager, curious, but respectful. I sat down on his sofa, back facing the window. Clear view of the LRT track but far enough for privacy. High floor no grills. My favourite.

He got on his knees like he had been wanting to do this all week, and honestly, it felt like it. His mouth worked with skill and hunger, and I leaned back, letting go of the built-up tension. There was no rush. Just the sound of his breathing, my soft moans, and vehicles passing by.

Afterward, we sat by the window, while having a cigarette. The mood was light, even playful. I asked him, "You do this often? Meet people when everyone not home?"

He smiled. "Not really. But today abit more hornier."

I didn’t press. The silence was comfortable. Then he turned to me and said, “Would you mind staying a bit longer? I wouldn’t mind another round. But in the room this time.”

Something in his voice part hope, part need made it impossible to say no.

His bedroom was modest, the kind you'd expect in a typical family flat. Dresser, built in cupboard and side tables.

The second time felt different. More intimate. He started with another warm, sloppy kiss down my stomach, eyes never leaving mine. I responded by exploring his body slowly, letting my fingers graze over his chest, landing on his nipples. He gasped.

"That turns me on so much" he whispered, cheeks flushed, eyes shut.

I kept going, playing, teasing, learning what made him squirm. Then he looked up at me with a quiet but certain voice, “If you’re okay with it I want to feel you.”

I grinned. “Definitely.”

He took out a condom and lay back in the center of the bed, breathing deep, chest rising and falling. As I moved closer, his hand found mine. There was trust in that moment. Vulnerability. Want.

I took my time. We moved in sync, slow at first, then deeper into rhythm, into heat. His fingers gripped the sheets, head tilted back, whispering my name, eyes glazed with a heady mix of sensation and surrender.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of our breaths, our gasps, our moans. It was just pure lust.

We didn’t speak for a while after. Just lay there, side by side, soaking in the silence. He looked at me and took off the condom and suck me hard again. This time I was really at his mercy of his mouth. This time before I reach point of no return, he lay on his back and said, “cum on me, cover me with your thick juices. I want it all over me.”while teasing his nipples and rubbing his cock.

I covered him with all the remaining cum I have in my balls and the sight of me cumming got him so excited, he came while moaning out.

We caught our breathes once more and he asked, "wanna shower together?" I nodded.