I'd always wondered what it was like to live within a community of gay men. Would it be a non-stop buffet of sex and orgies, 24/7? A sea of men waiting to choose or be chosen?
When my friend suggested the gay cruise, I leapt at the opportunity.
Pre-Cruise & Boarding
The pre-cruise buzz on Facebook and Telegram was all about hooking up. On boarding day, I wasn't sure what to expect regarding friendliness. I ended up waiting alone; last-minute packing meant my friend had already boarded and was enjoying the buffet lunch without me.
The First Encounter
I was just stepping out from the theatre after the evening performance when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught someone looking at me. I knew that look – the art of cruising, though largely lost with the rise of Grindr and similar apps, was still alive. He was a tall Black dude. 'Great,' I thought, 'I'm finally getting my own BBC.'"
The Hookup
We completed the 'hunt,' a quick chat to confirm our roles, and I brought him back to my cabin. Damn, he was BIG! He used spit, and it wasn't smooth but very kinky. Midway, I had to excuse myself to clear out and grab some silicone lube. The rest was a wild ride. He was rough but respectful, constantly commenting on how much he loved my calves, declaring Asian guys had the best.
And then he came inside, exploding. I was utterly spent, both of us satisfied with our 'victory.' We parted ways, and somehow, I never saw him again for the rest of the cruise. He was like a mysterious figure, sent to remind me that I'm still a good fuck."
The Couple
I'd met a couple during the pre-cruise events and had played host, taking them on a half-day Singapore trip from Chinatown to Marina Bay. With couples, one is almost always the naughtier one. Later that very same night, my ass still recovering from the BBC, there was a knock on my door at 2 am. Eric and Benny stood there, half-naked, tipsy from the theme party, and clearly horny.
I let them in—not just into my room, but into my hole. Though drowsy from sleep, I knew it was time for round two. There was sucking, fucking, and a split roast (sucking while getting fucked), satisfying them both before one came in my ass and the other in my mouth.
We met for brunch later, sharing their 'secret' wink, though everyone at our table clearly knew what had happened.
Reflection on a New Chapter
I realized this is my first post since the repeal of 377A—and yes, I know I haven't been writing. Different life stages, busy climbing the corporate ladder, have kept me away. When I started this blog in my 20s, this kind of content felt rather taboo. Now, with everyone seemingly an OF creator (many of them went for the gay cruise too), platforms like X.com (formerly Twitter) and Telegram overflowing with explicit content, and the rise of thirst traps on Instagram and TikTok. I've wondered if this OG platform is still relevant.
Recently, a few friends approached me, recognizing me as the person behind this blog, and that gave me a renewed strength to write again. My writer's block has lasted almost a decade, so this felt significant. I've also just hit 40, though I often hear I don't look it!
What will my kink interests be moving forward? Should I lean into being a Dom or a sub, a top or a bottom, or embrace a mix of everything? I feel a bit caught in between right now. Recently, I've also found myself drawn to exploring leather.
Connect With Me
Whether you're a long-time reader or have just discovered me, please feel free to reach out on X @erectionary2 or email: erectionary@gmail.com. I'm still on Recon, profile - DarkSunny. I'd love to hear from you, build a supportive BDSM community, and maybe even enjoy a session if we're both up for it.
