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[rhinox-india]

The high-quality SS pipes manufactured by the company are produced on configured systems. Rhinox makes use of the autogenous longitudinal gas tungsten welding practice. In this process, extremely narrow weld seams are included along with a root reinforcement as well as smaller heat-affected zones.

[rosniraj]

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[montex1]

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[nexgencomposites]

Why Nexgen Composite Pipes Stands Out as the Best Stainless Steel Pipe Company in India

Stainless steel pipes are the backbone of various industries, providing strength, durability, and resistance to corrosion. Their applications span from construction and infrastructure to food processing and healthcare, making them a vital component of modern engineering. Among the many players in the Indian market, Nexgen Composite Pipes has carved a niche as a leader, earning the reputation of being the best stainless steel pipe company in India. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore what makes Nexgen Composite Pipes stand out, the benefits of choosing stainless steel, the industries we serve, and much more.

Table of Contents

The Importance of Stainless Steel Pipes in Modern Applications

What Sets Nexgen Composite Pipes Apart?

1. Premium Quality Products

2. Wide Range of Products

3. Innovative Manufacturing Processes

4. Eco-Friendly Practices

5. Unmatched Customer Service

Applications of Nexgen Stainless Steel Pipes

Benefits of Choosing Nexgen Stainless Steel Pipes

Why Stainless Steel Pipes Are the Future

The Manufacturing Excellence of Nexgen Composite Pipes

1. Seamless Pipes

2. Welded Pipes

3. Custom Solutions

6 FAQs on the Best Stainless Steel Pipe Company

1. Why is stainless steel preferred for piping systems?

2. What industries require stainless steel pipes?

3. What makes Nexgen Composite Pipes the best stainless steel pipe company in India?

4. Do Nexgen pipes meet international standards?

5. Can Nexgen provide custom stainless steel piping solutions?

6. Are Nexgen pipes suitable for harsh environments?

Conclusion

The Importance of Stainless Steel Pipes in Modern Applications

Stainless steel pipes are favored across industries due to their unparalleled qualities:

Corrosion Resistance: Stainless steel offers high resistance to rust and corrosion, making it ideal for harsh environments.

Durability: With a long lifespan, stainless steel pipes reduce maintenance and replacement costs.

Strength: These pipes can withstand high pressure and temperatures, making them suitable for heavy-duty applications.

Hygiene: Stainless steel is easy to clean, making it perfect for food, beverage, and healthcare industries.

Aesthetic Appeal: Its sleek and modern finish adds value to architectural projects.

Given these benefits, it’s clear why businesses demand high-quality products from the best stainless steel pipe company in India — Nexgen Composite Pipes.

What Sets Nexgen Composite Pipes Apart?

Nexgen Composite Pipes has become synonymous with excellence in stainless steel piping solutions. Here’s why:

1. Premium Quality Products

Our stainless steel pipes are manufactured using the finest raw materials and state-of-the-art technology, ensuring they meet global standards.

2. Wide Range of Products

From welded and seamless pipes to custom solutions, Nexgen Composite Pipes caters to diverse industrial needs.

3. Innovative Manufacturing Processes

We invest heavily in research and development to introduce cutting-edge innovations that enhance product performance.

4. Eco-Friendly Practices

Nexgen is committed to sustainable manufacturing, minimizing waste and energy consumption to protect the environment.

5. Unmatched Customer Service

Applications of Nexgen Stainless Steel Pipes

Nexgen Composite Pipes serves a broad spectrum of industries:

Construction: For structural support and architectural detailing.

Automotive: Exhaust systems, fuel lines, and structural components.

Oil and Gas: Transporting fluids in high-pressure and corrosive environments.

Food and Beverage: Hygienic transport of liquids and gases.

Healthcare: Sterile piping systems in hospitals and laboratories.

Water Treatment: Pipes for desalination and filtration plants.

Our ability to tailor solutions for such diverse applications further reinforces our position as the best stainless steel pipe company in India.

Benefits of Choosing Nexgen Stainless Steel Pipes

Longevity: Our pipes are designed to withstand extreme conditions, ensuring a long service life.

Customization: We offer solutions tailored to specific dimensions, grades, and finishes.

Cost Efficiency: While the initial investment may be higher, the durability and low maintenance costs of Nexgen pipes make them highly economical.

Certifications: Nexgen Composite Pipes is ISO certified, ensuring compliance with international quality standards.

Innovative Solutions: From corrosion-resistant coatings to lightweight designs, our products are engineered for excellence.

Why Stainless Steel Pipes Are the Future

Stainless steel pipes continue to dominate the market due to their adaptability to future trends:

Sustainability: Recyclable materials reduce environmental impact.

Technological Advancements: Continuous improvements in alloy compositions enhance performance.

Global Demand: Growing industries like renewable energy and urban infrastructure rely heavily on stainless steel pipes.

Nexgen Composite Pipes remains at the forefront of these trends, ensuring that we retain our position as the best stainless steel pipe company in India.

The Manufacturing Excellence of Nexgen Composite Pipes

1. Seamless Pipes

Our seamless pipes are manufactured using advanced extrusion techniques, ensuring a uniform structure with no weak points.

2. Welded Pipes

Precision welding techniques ensure high strength and durability in our welded pipe range.

3. Custom Solutions

We work closely with clients to develop bespoke piping solutions tailored to their unique requirements.

6 FAQs on the Best Stainless Steel Pipe Company

1. Why is stainless steel preferred for piping systems?

Stainless steel is corrosion-resistant, durable, and hygienic, making it ideal for various applications.

2. What industries require stainless steel pipes?

Industries like construction, automotive, oil and gas, food and beverage, healthcare, and water treatment heavily rely on stainless steel pipes.

3. What makes Nexgen Composite Pipes the best stainless steel pipe company in India?

Nexgen stands out for its premium quality products, innovative manufacturing processes, eco-friendly practices, and exceptional customer service.

4. Do Nexgen pipes meet international standards?

Yes, all Nexgen Composite Pipes products are ISO certified and comply with global quality standards.

5. Can Nexgen provide custom stainless steel piping solutions?

Absolutely! Nexgen specializes in offering customized solutions to meet specific client requirements.

6. Are Nexgen pipes suitable for harsh environments?

Yes, our stainless steel pipes are designed to withstand extreme conditions, including high temperatures, pressure, and corrosive environments.

Conclusion

When it comes to stainless steel piping solutions, Nexgen Composite Pipes is a name synonymous with excellence. With a commitment to quality, innovation, and sustainability, we have established ourselves as the best stainless steel pipe company in India. Our products cater to a wide range of industries, ensuring durability, performance, and cost-efficiency.

For businesses seeking reliable, high-quality piping solutions, Nexgen Composite Pipes and Nexpress Composite Pipes is the ultimate choice. Contact us today and experience the Nexgen advantage!

[inflexhydraulics1]

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[rhinox-india]

From construction, food processing, and irrigation systems to power plants, pipes have multiple uses in India. But gone are the days when plastic pipes used to serve the purpose. With more concerns about water pollution and its health impacts, it's time to embrace the change. And that change, for you (and for all), is the stainless steel pipe.

[rosniraj]

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[montex1]

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[melshifting]

ULTIMATE COOKING SCRIPTING PACK ― ⋆˚✿˖

❝What do you put in your meals to make them so addictive?❞

― ꒰#01꒱ If you don’t have an ingredient, you know exactly what to substitute without losing flavor― “We’re out of eggs” and you barely blink before making something even better than the original recipe.

― ꒰#02꒱ A single taste, and you can deconstruct any dish. Not just the ingredients, but the techniques, exact proportions, and even the chef's subconscious choices while cooking.

― ꒰#03꒱ Leftovers in your hands aren't just reheated, they evolve - their flavor and even texture improve exponentially.

― ꒰#04꒱ No spice is ever too overpowering in your cooking. You balance even the most aggressive flavors, making every dish taste like it was meant to be exactly that way.

― ꒰#05꒱ Your kitchen knives are forever sharp—slicing feels like cutting through air, no effort, no sawing.

― ꒰#06꒱ You can whisk egg whites into stiff peaks with barely any effort. The perfect meringue forms under your hands before your arms start aching.

― ꒰#07꒱ Your hands always stay clean, no matter how much you knead dough, handle spices, or work with sticky ingredients.

― ꒰#08꒱ Failed recipes? Not in your vocabulary—you sense when the dough needs a little more rest, when the batter needs an extra stir, when the oven temp needs a slight adjustment.

― ꒰#09꒱ You can fix any dish on the spot. Too salty? Too bland? Too dry? You instinctively know how to bring it back to life.

― ꒰#10꒱ Cooking for a crowd? You never miscalculate portions—nobody leaves hungry, and there are just enough leftovers to be appreciated, never wasted.

― ꒰#11꒱ You can tell when food is done just by looking at it. No timers, no thermometers—just an instinct so strong that you never overcook or undercook anything.

― ꒰#12꒱ Your food never sticks to pans. Even when you forget to grease them, even when using stainless steel, everything releases easily.

― ꒰#13꒱ No matter how much you cook, you never get that overwhelming “food fatigue.” You could spend an entire day in the kitchen and still sit down to enjoy the meal with full appreciation.

― ꒰#14꒱ You never burn your tongue, even when you taste something straight off the stove. Piping hot soup? Freshly baked cookies? Your mouth welcomes them with perfect resilience.

― ꒰#15꒱ Every ingredient in your fridge and pantry seems to last just a little longer than expected, giving you enough time to use everything before it even thinks of going bad.

― ꒰#16꒱ You can effortlessly adjust any recipe to match someone’s dietary needs without sacrificing taste. Vegan, gluten-free, keto? They won’t even realize it’s been modified.

― ꒰#17꒱ Chopping an onion? Not a single tear. Peeling garlic? One effortless motion. Every frustrating kitchen task becomes second nature

― ꒰#18꒱ Cooking over an open flame feels natural to you. Fire pits, campfires, BBQ grills—you instinctively know how to control the heat, sear, and get the best flavors from just flame and smoke.

― ꒰#19꒱ Somehow, no matter how chaotic your kitchen looks while cooking, everything cleans up effortlessly—like the mess never existed.

― ꒰#20꒱ You’re the reason people fall in love with foods they thought they hated. Someone who swore despised mushrooms takes one bite of your dish and suddenly, they reconsider their entire existence.

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Jane, Medical Technician

Part 1

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“Sorry I’m late doctor, this ship is huge.” Jane hadn’t realized until she got on board that her quarters were halfway across the ship and a full deck up from her work station in the Med Bay. She was going to have to fabricate some more sensible shoes at this rate. She wished she could have her own synthetic tree put into the med bay, just roll outta the hammock and get straight to work, but those perks belonged to the head doctor on the ship.

“It’s fine, it’s just day one,” said Doctor Huhuma, brushing it off with a wave of her furred hand. “I think I can trust these people to go at least a week without almost dying.”

While Jane Shaw was a doctor in her own right, the head physician on board the Noah was Doctor Huhuma, an Indoprime, something akin to the moneys on E24 in the Terran system, locally called Earth. They were so similar in fact that multiple ongoing studies were being conducted to see if they had any common genetic ancestry. Indoprimes stood just as tall as humans on two legs, with two arms that hung down to their torsos. The only real difference was the fur and semi prehensile tails.

“We’ve only left the station a few hours ago, what could have happened? I think today will be quiet at least,” Jane joked. As if the universe heard her and quietly whispered ‘bet’, the door to Med Bay hissed opened and in walked one of the engineers with a thin length of pipe all the way through their arm. Their green blood was a stark contrast to their gray skin and jumpsuit, and their face was turning ashen.

“Oh for- why?” Doctor Huhuma rushed over to the fresh patient. “Thanks for that, Jinxed Jane. Grab a kit, I’ll get him on the table. You had to say the Q-word, huh?”

God damnit, Jane thought. Hours into a first shift and the nickname has already come up. Jinxed Jane had followed her all throughout her residency on Earth and apparently it’d made its way into her GAIL file too.

You accidentally bump a few nurses during surgery and they never let you forget it, she thought miserly. There was a reason she was trying to get away from people who knew her. Jinxed Jane was one of them.

She grabbed a kit from the shelves and brought it to the table, handing the med scanner to the doctor.

“Thank you…sorry. For the-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jane didn’t want to think about it.

The little gray guy on the table was breathing hard. His life wasn’t in any danger, thankfully, but the pipe was only a half inch thinner than his arm. Jane recognized his species from the crew list, he was one of the Gally. Apparently they’d been to earth a ton of times in the past, abducting cattle and occasionally leaving crop circles as a joke. They’d actually shown up so often that the Gally were the default for ‘Alien’ in pop culture in the Terran System. Throughout the Galaxy and especially the GAIL member planets, the Gally were known to be obnoxious pranksters of the highest order.

“Oouuuch,” said the Gally, wincing at the pain.

“Get him a shot of something good for the pain, this’ll take a second.” The med scanner wasn’t done compiling.

“On it.” Jane grabbed a dose of multi-species painkiller from the kit, took the cap off with her teeth, and jabbed it into his thigh. Almost immediately the Gally relaxed.

“Laser wave scalpel, please,” Doctor Huhuma asked.

“Here.” Jane handed her the tool quickly, a short cylinder tapered on one end. The doctor clicked it on and a red beam several centimeters long sprouted from the tip.

“Cover his eyes for me, this might throw sparks.”

“Got it, Doc.”

Jane grabbed a surgical mask and slipped it on the Gally’s face, then took a stainless steel tray and used it to shield their eyes. Huhuma leaned down and with one hand covering her eyes, she used the laser saw to cut the pipe as close to the skin as possible. The Gally flinched at first so Jane put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him as best she could.

The pipe fell, one end red hot, and Huhuma caught it with her tail before it hit the floor.

“Okay,” the doctor said, “easy part is done, this is where it will probably be awful for you.”

“How?” The Gally asked, speaking for the first time other than slight groans of pain.

“Why don’t you tell us your name so we can get this filed away after we’re done?”

“I’m an engineer below decks, my name is Simms of the Gall-”

Huhuma pulled the pipe out the other side of his arm, causing Simms to break off his introduction for a yelp of pain. The doctor quickly took the tissue regenerator, commonly called a Patch Box, and started closing up the wound.

“Well, Simms of the Gally, my name is Doctor Huhuma, and this is Doctor Shaw. You’re our very first patient on this ship, and let me tell you, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen before we left the system, so while I go start the paperwork, Doctor Shaw is going to finish up for me.”

Huhuma handed over the device before walking calmly into her office. Jane wasn’t sure but she thought she heard a long sigh before the door closed, but that could’ve just been the door’s hydraulics.

“I don’t believe she likes me,” Simms said.

“Oh you’re fine, she’s just…settling into the ship, I suppose. So yeah, like she said, I’m Doctor Jane Shaw, and I suppose I’ll be your doctor now, so it’s nice to meet you, though I’m wondering how you got a pipe through your arm.”

“Oh, that.” Apparently it was possible for people with gray skin to blush. They just got a little darker in the cheeks.

“I kinda deserved it. One of the other humans in engineering, Thomas I think, was doing something weird with the drone he picked up, and we thought it’d be funny to prank him.”

“What was he doing?”

“Well it’s a service drone, it shouldn’t even be active right now right? He’s got one of the ones that crawls into maintenance channels and fixes the wiring, and he’s got it playing one of your human’s game things, and he’s just talking to it like a person, for hours!”

“And what did you do?”

“Well, we thought about cabling his shoes to the catwalk but I, uhh, slipped and fell into some exposed pipping.”

“Hence the arm.”

“Yes, hence my arm.”

“So you could say if you hadn’t been being a jerk, this could’ve been avoided. Can’t wait to tell your primary care giver that her crew are idiots and jerks. Leave the guy alone, if he’s not hurting anything then it doesn’t matter.”

“What, do you know the guy? He your friend or something?”

Jane didn’t particularly like the tone of the conversation anymore, but wanted to be professional.

“Never met the guy, but if you keep coming in here for pointless procedures like this, the chances of you getting the wrong doses are gonna get pretty high.”

Professional. Right.

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend the humans, we’ll leave him alone, okay?” Simms seemed way more afraid than Jane figured he should be, but rolled with it.

“Good. Now, how would you rate your care today?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aside from the rough start, the day in the Med Bay went by relatively easily. Jane met the nurses and other support staff she’d be working with, and they all seemed very nice. A couple of the senior officers came down to introduce themselves to Doctor Huhuma and herself, and the 3 other Indoprime came down to have lunch together in the office, primarily fruits and such. Jane went to the mess hall and enjoyed small talk with a delightful short haired alien that she almost immediately forgot the name of.

It wasn’t until she was coming back to the Med Bay that things took a turn. Rounding the corner, Jane saw the door to Med Bay open and a very suspicious looking Simms the Gally come out, looking both ways down the hall before practically jogging down to the corner and out of sight.

Jane sped up and ducked her head into the clinic. There was a giant string of crop circles on the wall drawn in what looked like an oil paint.

Now, she wasn’t sure when she started sprinting, but before she knew it, Jane was already within 20 yards of Simms the Gally.

“YOU LITTLE FUCKER!”

Simms spun around, eyes wide.

“Oh shit what the fu-”

That was as far as he got before she tackled him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Doctor Huhuma watched the door while Doctor Jane Shaw watched the gray alien known as Simms the Gally sponge wash the crop circles off the Med Bay wall.

“So when in this big plan of yours did you think it was a good idea to piss off your doctors?” Jane asked, arms crossed.

“When I thought you’d still be in the mess hall for another 30 seconds.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Huhuma laughed, the sound coming from deep in her chest. Jane smiled at her. It was a good, hearty kind of laugh. It suited her.

“So are you guys gonna tell the captain about this?”

Jane thought for a second, then turned to Huhuma and shrugged.

“Your call boss.”

“I think if you just clean this place up…once a week, till we tell you otherwise, we could keep this to ourselves.”

Simms the Gally groaned, but kept scrubbing.

Jane the human laughed.

Huhuma the Indoprime smiled at her.

Liking the new job so far, Jane thought. This’ll be fun.

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃~ 𝒫𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒

The Menu

❤️Pairing: boss! Kang Yeosang x employee! Reader (f)

❤️Au: bakery au

❤️Trope: boss/employee

❤️Genre: smut

❤️Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❤️Warnings: praise kink, dom!reader, sub!yeosang, pain kink, semi-public sex, DO NOT HAVE SEX IN A KITCHEN THAT'S SO UNSANITARY BRO, oral (f), hair tugging, breast play

❤️Word Count: 1,394

❤️Summary: when you praise your boss rather forcefully, yeosang pursues a more carnal activity in the kitchen

❤️Day Ten: Mingi| Masterlist | Day Twelve: San 💛

“Yeosang, I’m ready for you to show me how you fill the piping bags for these cupcakes because the last time I attempted it, it was a disaster,” You round the corner with your tray of red-velvet cupcakes.

When Yeosang doesn’t answer, you put down your tray and go find him. Usually, the head bakery chef was in his head while he completed his projects, so you had to be gentle about the way you got his attention. Otherwise, there’d be a cake on the floor.

You swiftly go towards the benches used for frosting and finally find your boss. He was contemplating his job on a special order cake. He cocked his head and shook it. “That’s not right,” he murmured to himself.

“Yeosang, it’s beautiful!’ You covered your mouth in awe.

He had prepared a mirror glaze with an aurora theme, and it was simply the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen in your entire life.

Yeosang’s eyes widened upon your statement. He ducked his head, and you spotted his cheeks becoming pink. “Oh no, I think I got the coloring incorrect. I’ll need to start again.”

You clucked your tongue in annoyance. Your boss was always his worst critique. He cared so much that he always wanted the cakes he made to be utter perfection for the person receiving them.

“You will do no such thing,” you frowned.

Yeosang sent you a kind, fond smile. “Who’s the boss here?”

You made a noise of frustration. “But Yeosang! Your art is amazing! There’s nothing wrong with this. You got the green’s and purple’s perfectly. Your talent is unparalleled. That’s why I applied to this bakery? To learn from the best.

Yeosang laughed nervously and then schooled his features quickly. “I’d tell my boss he’s the best too.”

Your body moved without another thought. You grabbed Yeosang’s face tightly. “Don’t you dare make light of what I said. I do not flatter, I simply speak the truth.”

Yeosang’s eyes were wide again in surprise. You couldn't believe you just did that to your boss.

You were quick to drop your hands and apologize. “Just don’t throw out the cake. I can at least sell it at half price as a happy accident, okay? Now, please, can you show me how to fill the piping bag properly?”

You stared down at the floor, wringing your hands in anxiety. You really had gone too far. Perhaps you should start typing up a resignation letter quickly before--

Yeosang’s large, gentle hands encompassed your own. He brought them back up to his cheeks. “Do that again.”

You eyed your boss warily. “Yeosang.”

“Please,” Yeosang murmured. “Be forceful and praise me. I liked it.”

“Yeosang…” This time, your tone took a cautious turn. “We can’t…”

Yeosang squared his shoulders. “I’m the boss, right? We can if we’re both consensual.”

Your hand tightened against Yeosang’s jaw, pushing into his flesh. “You are an amazing chef, the likes of which should be lauded for his talent.”

Yeosang whimpered in response. “More,” he whispered.

“Your cakes only rival your own looks, in beauty and visual aesthetic. If anyone was so lucky to receive your affections, and your baked goods, they would be the luckiest person on this planet,” You continued.

Yeosang swallowed loudly when you released him. You could see that the gears were turning in his head, and then he turned around to clear the stainless steel counter of all the utensils. “I’m good at other things, too. You know.” His hand patted the counter suggestively.

“Yeosang, this is--are you sure? What if someone--”

“You and I both know that the shop doesn’t open for another couple of hours. My cakes are already finished and I can help you with the cupcakes. Now, please. Hike up your cute little skirt, and let me show you how good I am at giving head.”

The quiet determination emanating from Yeosang, paired with the delicate trembling for what was to come, was all the convincing you needed.

You slipped your panties off, stuffing them into your apron front pocket, and pulled up your skirt. You put your ass to the counter and settle your palms down on the cold surface to haul yourself up. Yeosang’s hands encircled your waist and helped you, moving his body between your legs.

He reached down, almost reverently, grabbing your socked ankle and lifting one of your legs up so your foot was on the counter. It opened your body up to reveal your cunt.

Yeosang made a desperate but deep-toned noise at the reveal and fell to his knees immediately. His thumbs parted your outer lips and he dove into your pussy like it was the dessert he was most eager to consume.

You bit down on your finger to contain the moan that threatened to spill from your lips as Yeosang licked you. His technique wasn’t tentative at all; in fact, his nose continued to flirt with your clit as his tongue circled your hole and teased it.

You quickly remembered you had your own task, so you went to work. “Oh god, Yeosang, that’s it. You’re licking me so well.”

Yeosang’s licking stuttered as his body jolted from his reaction to your praise. Still he continued to trace your inner lips with his tongue.

“Oh god, your handsome face looks so good between my legs, yes, just like that, Sangie,” you cooed.

A garbled groan vibrated deep in Yeosang’s throat. His tongue began to thrust into your hole, slowly opening you up with the wet appendage.

You cast your head back, reveling in the way you were feeling right now. Yeosang wasn’t lying when he said he was good at giving head.

“Such a good little pussy licker, aren’t you, Sangie? You love being between my legs that much, hmmm? Were you meant to simply be a throne for my cunt? Cuz your tongue feels amazing in me.”

Yeosang, somehow, became even more enthusiastic in his pussy-eating. He wrapped both arms around your legs so that he could rub his face against your cunt. His tongue flicked at your clit rapidly.

Your engorged flesh was ripe to be licked, and it took everything in you to maintain your brain cells and continue to praise him. You did run your hand through his hair and use your other free hand to play with your breast.

“That’s it, play with my clit and make me feel good, Yeosang. No one has ever eaten me out like this, oh god, you’re going to ruin me for any other man, this is like heaven.”

You lightly pulled Yeosang’s hair as he coaxed you towards a climax. You pinched your nipple, pulling and playing with it to only aid in the pleasure you were feeling in this moment.

Soon, you were resorted to short, simple sentences like “yeah, just like that, Sangie” and “fuck, feels so good”, unable to wax poetic anymore.

But Yeosang was focused on his purpose. His tongue was working quickly against your clit and you could feel your climax soon approaching. You were about to tell him as such, when as if he had a connection to your brain, he sucked harshly on your clit and you came.

You squished his face with your thighs. Yeosang didn’t stop you, even though he was fully capable of pushing your thighs back apart. You had a sneaky suspicion he enjoyed the pressure.

“Holy fuck,” You cursed. “Yeosang, I--” You let out a shaky laugh.

Yeosang stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Don’t you dare say that was a one-time only freebie.”

Your mouth stayed open in shock. “Uhhh?”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Please. Please, please, please. I could do so much more for you.”

You pursed your lips to one side and then grinned as an idea formed. “Only if you can compliment yourself once a day on your talents.”

Yeosang was nodding his head quickly, without another thought. “Absolutely. I can do that. Without a doubt.”

You laughed under your breath. He'd probably pretend that he hadn't agreed to that tomorrow, cutely scratching his head like nothing bounced around in that gorgeous head of his, but you knew better. Your boss pretended to be an airhead but underneath that exterior was a man who simply enjoyed eating pussy artfully.

❤️Day Ten: Mingi| Masterlist | Day Twelve: San 💛

[mygayshortstories]

Back before the days of the internet, when I was in my mid 20s, this was my first experience at “cottaging” in a public toilet, when I happened across Steve, a gorgeous 18 year-old, just ravenous for sex. But this turned into more than just a 'quick one'.....

Steve the Pipe-Fitter 

I had a day off from work and had gone out to Coventry to photograph the Cathedral, only to be met with a ‘no photography’ sign at the door, so I’d spent the rest of the morning taking candid photos of nice young men out in the sun instead. A bit frustrated, I got back to town about 2 o’clock.

Just under the pedestrian ramp leading out of the railway station were the public toilets.  I had heard about ‘cottaging’ and knew that this lavatory, being busy and anonymous, was such a place, so whether or not my subconscious was drawing me there today I don’t know but when I actually went down there, it was to pay a genuine call, so I duly paid and went into a cubicle.

The partitions between the cubicles didn’t quite reach the ground, so there was a gap underneath of about 6 inches. After a while, my curiosity got the better of me. Although I had never done it before, I knelt down on the floor and looked underneath. To my naïve surprise, a few cubicles away, a face was looking back in my direction. My reaction was instantaneous; I sat up quickly. However, my reaction had been so swift that I hadn’t had time to see who it was or what he looked like. For some reason though, I couldn’t pluck up enough courage to look again. I just sat there.

A short while later, I saw a young pair of shoes, at the end of jean-clad legs, enter the cubicle next door. I say ‘young’ because the shoes were new and smart, with a brass toe-strip, fashionable at the time. Clearly it was someone fairly young; probably no older than me, at any rate. He seemed to sit down but then do nothing else. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How old?” and slipped it under the partition. The note was quickly taken up and was shortly followed by the sound of a match being struck. At first, I thought he was burning the note in disgust but then I realized that he was using the match to write with.

The note came back; “18” it read. I drew a rather deep breath. Now what?

I returned the note; “I’m 26 – can I wank you off?”  I remember thinking at the time that punctuation was probably superfluous under the circumstances and that a fairly basic vocabulary was more apt.

Another match was struck on the other side and the note came back, “Lend me your pen”. I realised that he must have seen my stainless-steel biro when I had slipped the message under the partition and I wasn’t yet ready to risk losing one of my 21st Birthday presents. As I had nothing else to write with, I returned the note saying, “No – you’ll nick it” and indicated that he should continue using a match.

There was now a bit of a delay and I figured I must have blown my chances. At best, he didn’t have any more matches. “And all for the sake of losing a stainless-steel biro!” I thought to myself as I sat there.

However, to my surprise, eventually another note came back giving his approval to my original request, provided that I agreed to “suck him off”.  Needless to say, I immediately indicated agreement and told him, “Unlock when ready”.  I flushed the toilet and opened the door.

As I emerged from the cubicle, I then thought, “What do I do if he doesn’t unlock the door and just leaves me standing there like an idiot trying to get in?” It was pretty busy outside, with people coming and going, people washing their hands or waiting for a cubicle and some even hanging around at the urinals. They may or may not have known what was going on but I knew I had to risk it and be quick about it. As I turned, I saw his lock click to ‘vacant’ and I pretended to put in a coin and entered the cubicle.

On reflection, my hasty action deserved to lead me into serious trouble but my limited experience knew no better. I don’t know who I really expected to find inside but for a start he hadn’t lied about his age. He was a fraction taller than me, lightly built with short dark hair and wearing blue denim jeans and a black leather bomber-jacket over a plain white ‘T’ shirt. But what struck me so overwhelmingly was his incredibly beautiful face. He had blue-grey eyes and soft boyish features, so clean-shaven that he looked almost as if he had never shaved and never needed to. I could hardly believe my eyes how gorgeous he was.

He also must have been reasonably pleased with me because, instead of just offering me his cock to suck, we both feverishly began undressing each other. We didn’t get far though, before we were both embracing, hugging each other tightly. This first embrace said so much without words and it seemed to last for ages; he pressed his whole body to me, burying his face against my neck, hugging me and kissing my neck. He smelt nice too; he was clearly wearing after-shave or cologne of some kind. Whatever it was, it was doing its job perfectly and I was almost overwhelmed. At best, on entering the cubicle, I had expected - I had hoped – for an ‘ordinary’ young man (like me) who wanted quick, impersonal sex but nothing had prepared me for this situation. He wanted – he deserved – far more than just a quick wank, that much was certain. Looking into those glistening blue-grey eyes, set beneath luxuriant dark eyebrows, I just cradled his face in my hands and gently kissed him on the lips.

At this point, I must have realised the danger we were both in; two men in a public toilet, half undressed and one of us under 21. I felt I had to get him out of there to somewhere safer – and a little more romantic. I whispered into his ear,

“You’re so gorgeous; what on earth are you doing here?”

He merely hugged me all the more tightly and then he kissed me for the first time; not a peck or anything half-hearted but a full-blown, sloppy kiss. Oh heavens!  His lips tasted simply delicious! Memories came flooding back of an 18 year-old boy-friend I had a few years back, as I began to melt against him. Again, I whispered to him,

“I can’t bear the thought of you being caught here. Can I take you back to my place? It’s not too far and it’ll be safer there.”

Much to my surprise, he readily agreed, just as we noticed someone spying on us from under the partition with the next cubicle. It was that face again – the one I had seen looking back at me under the partitions - only this time, he was right next door and had already noticed two pairs of feet where there should be only one.

My newly discovered treasure left the cubicle first, flushing the toilet for effect, and I followed after a moment or two. When I emerged at the top of the steps, I thought that I had lost him and that he had run off, but then I caught a glimpse of him disappearing into a telephone kiosk. I still wasn’t sure whether he was trying to avoid me but I briskly walked up to the kiosk and when he saw me, he came out. As we walked away together, he seemed more on edge than I had expected and he was nervously looking around at the people about us.

As we walked on, I managed to ascertain that his name was Steve and that he was, of all things, a pipe-fitter. To this day, I don't know if he was having me on and it was some kind of jok on his part but without warning, he suddenly hustled me in front of a queue and onto a bus. Rather taken by surprise, I fumbled for the fare he had paid and followed him upstairs to where he was sitting, looking intently out of the window. He then told me that we had been followed from the toilet and he pointed to a middle-aged, rather scruffy looking man in the crowd who I remember seeing earlier, loitering in the public toilet. It was ‘The Face’ from under the partitions again!

We stayed on the bus as it went around the City Centre; meanwhile, he sat there, pressing his leg firmly against mine. Even through my jeans, I could feel the warmth of his leg and this tenuous connection of our bodies passed an electric sexuality between us that was getting me highly aroused! The blood was pumping through my cock, tightly crushed inside my briefs, and there was an uncomfortable dampness developing in my groin as pre-cum oozed into my underwear as we sat there, our jean-clad thighs pressed warmly together.

By the time we reached the Town Hall, he seemed to be less nervous. We had lost our follower, so we changed buses and headed to my place. On the way, I tried to make ‘small talk’ and he responded chattily. He had a gorgeous Liverpool accent but said he lived locally. I learned that he had left his parents in Liverpool to find work and that he shared a flat not far from where I now lived, so he didn’t feel that he was heading into totally strange parts. The short walk from the bus seemed to take ages; my heart was beating fast and it was thumping into my throat. I was nervous that we might meet someone I knew; what would I say? But as it happened, we didn’t pass anyone.

He seemed impressed when I showed him into my flat and immediately asked how much it cost. Typical of a Liverpool ‘Lad’, I thought; winningly engaging but always straight to the point. I took his leather bomber-jacket, gave him a Coke and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me, indicating for him to sit beside me, which he did. As I put my arm around him, he responded straight away by doing the same and by snuggling up to me affectionately. I stroked his face and again told him how beautiful he was.

“Thank you,” he said with a coy grin. He seemed genuinely flattered.

As I moved to kiss him, he turned toward me and our lips met for the second time in a kiss of such tenderness, quite unlike anything you could imagine from an 18 year-old. His lips were full and his mouth tasted slightly of mint, as our passions roused and our tongues entwined. I began to realise that he may have been 18 but he was no novice. He certainly knew how to kiss, that’s for sure!

Eagerly, he following me into the bedroom, where I drew the curtains and closed the door. In the semi-darkness, we embraced again but this time, unlike in the toilet cubicle, we were safe and secure from prying eyes. Our whole bodies now pressing together, we kissed and hugged. He began to unbutton my shirt as I removed his t-shirt, revealing soft tanned arms and a strong chest delicately peppered with tiny hairs. Again we hugged, but this time our skins touched for the first time and passed bodily warmth between us. Feverishly, I unzipped his flies and unbuckled his belt but by now, we were both so desperate to get into bed that we both just dropped our jeans and almost leapt into bed, still wearing our underpants.

Under the covers, we fell against each other, skin against skin, and I felt the warm hardness of his organ against mine through our underwear.  Soon, however, the underwear was gone and we were fully naked, entwined, hugging and kissing in a heat of frantic passion. I could feel his organ, large and full, between our stomachs as I lay on top of him and he began thrusting upwards to me.

Looking back from today’s world of the internet and ‘porn on tap’, it’s difficult to explain but all this excitement simply proved too much for me and his eagerness tipped me over the edge; all my pent-up sexual frustrations rose within me and I came uncontrollably against his stomach and erect cock, hugging and pressing myself to him. As I clung to him, my orgasm enveloped my whole body, as my semen gushed uncontrollably in pulses between us.

I was mortified. While I did not count myself as promiscuous, I had ‘been around the block a few times’, so this sort of thing was not supposed to happen to me and I was embarrassed. I thought I had blown my chances and it was all over. Light-heartedly, I apologized and quickly mopped up the mess, as I didn’t want to disappoint him. But there was no fear of that; he rolled me onto my back and knelt astride me, holding his throbbing penis in my face, foreskin already drawn back in anticipation. Evidently, he hadn’t forgotten our bargain back in the public toilet!

I too had no intention of breaking our ‘contract’, so I eagerly took his throbbing tool in my mouth and began sucking and playing with it. He loved it. We rolled about in a number of positions, with me sucking him and tickling and licking his testicles; and him thoroughly reveling in it. But I had to keep resting my jaw; it was beginning to ache and juices were everywhere; he was a big lad for one so slightly built.

 “I’m a good stayer,” he joked, and he certainly was. I wasn’t about to give up either; he was 18, beautiful - and all mine. 

But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signs; now on his back again with me crouched between his baby-soft thighs, his organ in my mouth and gripped in my hand, his breathing suddenly changed and he began gasping and shuddering. Don’t you simply love that moment when a young man loses all self-control just before he cums? With a deep, hard gasp, he exploded into my mouth 3 or 4 times, great gushes of salty cum coursing through his organ and filling my mouth.

Some guys (girls too, I suppose) don’t like the taste of a guy’s cum, so they either spit it out or let it dribble back out of their mouth. For me though, the whole experience is a very personal one and while I don’t much like the taste, I feel that swallowing it increases that connection; it creates an even deeper bond between the ‘giver’ and the ‘receiver’. Besides which, having a man’s cum permanently inside me is very satisfying; at least it is for me, at any rate!  Consequently, as his throbbing cock subsided, I swallowed all of his slimy, slithery juices. His body then relaxing and exhausted, he breathed heavily.

“Jeez, I needed that!” he said, as we collapsed into each other’s arms, once again hugging and kissing.

At this point, I thought he would want to leave, his passion satisfied; but he hadn’t had enough, it seemed. We continued laying together, caressing and stroking, hugging and kissing, rolling about in loving passion the likes of which I had not felt in a long while. Occasionally, we would rest and just lay still in each other’s arms, softly talking, only to return to the hugging and kissing with renewed vitality. I complimented him on how passionate a lover he was. He liked that.

I said, “You’re not shy either, are you”, and he looked at me, slightly surprised, and replied, “No”, as if it had never occurred to him.

As we still lay entwined, without any warning he then said,

“Well, can I stick it up you then?”

Although the abruptness of his request came as something of a surprise, it was by no means out of character. He was direct and to the point. But I saw this as an opportunity, so in an attempt to persuade him to meet me again, I said I thought maybe we should keep that for another time. He didn’t seem to mind, except that now we began exploring each other’s bottoms.

As I played my finger around his anus, I realised that this was one of his weak spots, as it was mine in fact. He began groaning and he clasped my hand, pressing my finger into him. With the aid of a little lube, I began to finger-fuck him, massaging his prostate while he writhed about, groaning in ecstasy. For a few moments, I had his entire body sensations under my control (again) and I sensed he was going to let go again. I felt tremendous. But he had other ideas still in his mind because he gently pushed me away, grabbing the lube and following my example. Now he was the one who had me under his control and my mind soon changed regarding his request to screw me! He rolled me over and took charge.

I asked him to take it gently – he was only young and I wasn’t sure how desperate he might be. But I need have had no fears. As I lay on my front over a pillow, face to one side and one knee raised, he lubricated his now throbbing organ and my aching anus. He entered me just a little at a time, pausing when I asked, allowing me to relax. He wasn’t particularly well-endowed, as if that mattered, but he was fairly narrow too, so I was able to accommodate him with very little discomfort. However, his cock was quite long and it was terrific to feel his slender organ sliding smoothly in and out, upwards and inwards, rhythmically inside me, as he lay against my back with his arms firmly clasped around me. It was sheer bliss.

Eventually, he began thrusting in earnest, almost withdrawing in between his full, hard thrusts into me. In fact, he slipped out twice and got a bit flustered at nearly losing it – he was obviously getting near to his climax. I calmed him as he entered again easily, softly encouraging him to continue, and he began thrusting again, now desperately. As I felt his rhythm change, he thrust once or twice really hard into me as far as he could go and, reaching his climax, he grasped both my hands on the pillow and buried his face against my neck. I could feel him holding his breath, as he held absolutely still for a second or two; and then I felt his organ pulsing high inside me – 2, 3, 4, 5 times he came into me, my insides warmed by the love fluid flowing into me. Then he let out a gasp and I felt him relax his frantic grip of me, as he just lay there on top of me, his tool still slowly throbbing the last of his orgasm inside me.

Exhausted, his tool slipped out of me as he still lay against my back, sighing and breathing heavily. I sighed too – frankly, I had never had it so good!  As we rolled over into each other’s arms once again, I told him so and he was justly flattered. We must have rolled about kissing and embracing for quite some time until he finally asked if I had cum when he screwed me. I told him I hadn’t, although I had been pretty close, and to my utter amazement, he said,

“Right, well it’s your turn then – I’ll do you a blow job” and with the words, “Let me at it!” he climbed over in-between my legs and began passionately sucking my still hard penis and tickling my testicles with his fingers.

Frankly, I was speechless; this 18 year-old fantasy had just had two quite tremendous orgasms in the space and he was still as excited and, what’s more, he was interested in me. I wasn’t expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer and I was enjoying every precious moment.

He didn’t move up and down on me much; instead, he teased me with his mouth and tongue, second by second, so slowly that as I felt myself drawing towards a climax, it was so gently and slowly done that the tension was almost agonizing in its pleasure. I began shaking what seemed like ages before I came but then I could feel the fluid rising in me, flowing on its inexorable path to the outside world. I clutched at his head, gasping for breath, and came like a small fountain into his mouth, pumping away while he eagerly swallowed every drop I gave him until I was truly spent.

I was still gasping for breath when he collapsed against me again, where he lay for another ten minutes or so until it was time for him to return to his own flat. We had been in bed together for nearly three hours and finally he was leaving. We dressed and tidied up and I asked if I could see him again. To this day, his reply still baffles me.

“What do you think?” he said.

I’ve often wondered at the double meaning in his response but at the time, I took it at face value, gave him my phone number and attempted to express sincere feeling to him as I showed him out to the road and directed him to his bus home.

A beautiful cheery face smiled back at me as I waved to him disappearing down the road. As I returned to my flat and closed the door, I was alone again and felt suddenly empty and yet at the same time rejuvenated. For me, nothing short of a fantasy had come true and it felt all the better for knowing that he had had a bloody good time too! Our afternoon had been filled with such intense passion that I thought, “Surely this was more than just another ‘one night stand’ encounter?”  But he never contacted me and I never saw him again. All I have is the memory; the image etched in my mind of that beautiful young man’s face, the warmth of his soft skin against mine and that incredible Thursday afternoon.

If you liked that story, please let me know - even post a comment under “ask me a question”. Or perhaps you’d just like to read another story?

Here’s an index of my other sordid tales, many of them taken from true-life sexual adventures of my own: Erotic Gay Stories Index

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"So which one of you is making the wedding cake?" Lalo was thumbing through the bakery's rolodex of recipe cards as he spoke, searching for lemon chiffon cake. It was their best seller, and the whole kitchen already smelled of lemons from the last one they'd made. It seemed silly to bother putting the recipe away at that point, but tio Hector was very particular about the cleanliness of the bakery. "Or is it a group project?"

Marco answered first, stirring a bowl of vanilla cake batter and saying, "Group project."

"It's a big cake," Leonel added as he piped royal icing around the base of a pretty graduation cake.

"Fancy, too," Lalo agreed, grinning when he found the recipe he'd been looking for. "Gotta make sure it's perfect, huh?"

The twins nodded.

Were they already at the limit of how many words they could speak in a day? Lalo cheerfully rolled his eyes, asking, "Who is this guy, anyway?"

Marco took a glance at the logbook that sat open atop the stainless steel table. "Dalton," he said, underlining the name with his index finger, the bowl of batter tucked against his side. "Tony Dalton."

"He's an actor," Lenel kicked in.

"Tony Dalton?" Lalo asked, one dark brow rising towards his hairline. "Must be a loser. Never heard of him."