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I gave another serious stare and concur. He is a cute guy!

...the one on the left and lookin' downward along with the rest excepting the "shaggy=haired" one!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope the photo "aint" photo shopped!!

I like him from the neck downward!

When the provider stated that he did not kiss, I referred him to. his ad where he had listed "kissing" in his "I Am Into's." Kissing is a must when I'm with a man, the deeper and wetter, the better; I even like taking his tongue and giving it a powerful mouth fucking. Oh so friggin, friggin' hot for the both of us, especially if he reciprocates wonderfully.

I'd love to be rimming that enticing ass while he's quite hard and letting all of "it" flow! At its conclusion, he'll turn around and feed me the drops!!

The last time that I connected with Johnnycastroxoxo - Pornstar Performer, Rentboy, Gay Massage in San Francisco, CA | RentMen RENTMEN.EU Pornstar Performer & Rentboy in San Francisco, CA - Johnnycastroxoxo: Fun sized tatted up Sk8r was early January of this year, and that was at his JFF site. Since then he seems to have completely disappeared. If any of you know of his current status, I'd appreciate your sharing some salient information. He seems to truly enjoy himself in all scenes/ I'll await your words. Take care.

I could "feast" on dat hot ass!

"...and a very nice 'piece' too as my late friend would have said!"

If a provider only gave me five minutes of his time, he'd get a minuscule amount of his requested fee--if anything.

I read that knee surgery (along with another that I can't remember) is rather intricate; thus recovering from one takes some time. One's being patient is the order of the day/night. I'm to have knee surgery on both knees but am in the process of having to select a new orthopedic surgeon, for although my current one has been in the field for a while, I have been disappointed with him. Yesterday I canceled future appointments with him and will seek a new one. I want a surgeon whose practice is miles away, but this would entail my asking someone to drive me up, stay overnight, drive me back and go from there. So I will probably obtain a younger and newer orthopedic surgeon in my area in hopes of solving my omnipresent discomfort, etc.

Would you not say that this guy is one highly mouthwatering specimen from his forehead to his feet?

...simply gorgeous from head to toes and a "mighty tongue delight"!

I'm not a newbie but love getting "dicked down" while lying on my back. This position is great for the top, too if he's as talented as the man I saw over a period of five or six years., He could make me feel so much pleasant by hitting all of the special spots. Perhaps as a newbie you can try this in order to have lots of thrills and chills explore the inner depths of your bod. But have the top start off slowly and patiently then rev up after that!

"Back in the day," *2002-2012) the front desk would hand out robes for guys to wear if they so desired. Few wore the robes, most in towels, and others in street garb.

Jose's superb post contained everything that ttm269 required. And we can do without the blatant age and racial pseudo cynicism that you posted under the guise of some very sad humor. When I made my first venture to "Mother Brazil" and her culture along with her male counterparts, the men, who were at this site at that time, helped me tremendously in my meandering the saunas. From that time onward, I was fortunate to have visited the country and its various parts on 12 occasions.

I sent you a private message to answer your query.

In the early 2000s I visited Buenos Aires on five occasions. ...had a great cultural and social times and one of the very best fucks in my life. Since COVID has changed a lot that I experienced. I will recommend that you hire stellar and superb Marcelo (a professional tour guide (who happens to be gay) for your cultural explorations. His exploring around with me was superb. At the time I had him contact some of my interested conquests, but today I think he frowns on doing this, and I would NOT ask. Check out gaycities.com/BuenosAires. It should help in some ways. For escorts there are three or more websites. I remember using the one below. Had some sizzling romps, but again it depends on your partners. Marcelo is a FB amigo of mine, but we rarely communicate. If you're interested send me a pvt. and I'll contact him via FB to let him know that you're interested in engaging his services. Acompañantes Masculinos en Argentina, escorts gays, masajistas masculinos . Escorts Masculinos • Soytuyo.com SOYTUYO.COM Acompañantes Escorts Masculinos. Escort Gay. SoyTuyo.com el catálogo más completo de anuncios clasificados de acompañantes masculinos y... I stayed at Airbnb lodgings in Recoleta and Palermo. The rates were reasonable: the apartments were beautiful. My last one was a penthouse in Palermo which was magnificent.

Remember the world and its people were plagued by COVID for about two to three years BIG TIME!

The guy on the left side of this photo is Mr. Handsome Austin Wilde of "GuysinSweatpants" prior to his getting his body all tatted up! I sent him a message on X about two months back when he posted a shot of his anticipated most recent tattoo. He responded back defying my strong request in his not having any more put on his body. Damn, I'd love to meet him and play hard, for he is one very sexy, virile, and super-hung guy who definitely knows how to play!

A few years back, I was hired by the State of Victoria (Melbourne, Australia) to teach in one of its public schools for two years. After arriving there, I found myself stuck some miles away from Melbourne itself, and for five months I endured this situation and requested a transfer to Melbourne itself. Wow! My request was honored, and for the remaining 1.5 years, I lived in a toney section of the city in a one bedroom apartment that I furnished and boutiqued a slight bit. On many of my weekends, I found myself exploring the gay clubs: my favorite one had the best looking men, solid music (primarily disco then). Many a night I'd meet a guy of interest and journey with him to his house or to his apartment. One night while I was in this club, I met a gay couple: we conversed and spent some moments within the club itself before taking off to their place. This couple was quite butch and "manly" and seemingly took an interest in me more than I to them, for one of the team was better looking than the other They relayed to me that they only played together. Well, on that night, that is what transpired. Both satisfied me fully although one of these hunks provided the better "plowing the field" sector. Weeks passed, and if my memory serves me correctly, I rang their number; one of the guys answered; we conversed for some minutes when he asked if I'd visit. I leaped to this chance, for he was the guy who could "lay the pipe," and I do mean lay. I went to their apartment, chatted, had a very tasty meal, chatted some more, then it happened. He and I began kissing which led to my yielding to his request and opening up to him. ...spent the night and woke up about 7:00 A.M. and took a taxi back to my place to ready myself for school which began at 9:00 A.M. At about 8:30 A.M., I boarded the public transit which was a mere block away and disembarked about 15 mins. before my first class. All that day I was aglow and reflected upon what had happened the preceding day and night, for the partners had told me when I first visited them that they always played together. Whenever I'd go back to the club where I had first met them, they were no where to be seen. I often thought about them and wondered if they were still together but not interested in this club anymore. -------- On Saturdays I would walk to the huge market that was a few blocks from my place and shop. ...loved the scones that were offered by one of the vendors and a few other items. Since I walked I could NOT do a lot of shopping, but the items that I would purchase would last me for a week or a wee bit longer, and would suffice. On this one Saturday during a cold winter, I put on my blue overcoat, wore my "blue heels" for this was during the early 70s and went to the market. While returning to my apartment, I chose to walk an expansive boulevard, and while I paced myself I had myriad thoughts to travel my brain. After going about five or six blocks from the market, I glanced to my left and noticed a good-looking sports car that had a male driver. I looked again and was overcome with anxiety. The man was a gorgeous blonde hunk. He drove slower than he should have and cruised me. I was excited yet a wee bit frightened. After I crossed the street to make it to my apartment, he turned into my street (a one way) and drove up Albion Way. I made it to my apartment with a puzzled yet excited mind. I decided to unload my bags. Then I thought about Mr. Hunk who had intensely cruised me for some four or five blocks. Inhibited me went down my three flight of stairs and out the door. When I reached the sidewalk, I noticed that he'd parked his "beauty." I walked to his car and apprised him of his driving up a one way street. I think he asked if a certain party lived in the area. After all of these past years, I do remember my panting heart, my nervousness, my surprise in having been so heavily cruised, and this fine assed, well-built Aussie football player and often think if I should have been the aggressor. My Saturdays were usually spent at the clubs or perhaps at the baths, for I had a minuscule number of friends. One night while at this particular baths, I decided to meander into the steam room. Damn, I am glad that I'd make this move, for while I was there, I guess my ass was being analyzed, for this man grabbed me and began to plunder me. He placed his very thick 23 or 24 cms deeply into me that it forced me to yell out my discomfort. He slowly removed his beautiful "piece" and apologized. Both of us made our way to one of the walls, introduced ourselves, and chatted. After he told me that he was a "brother of the Catholic Church"--I furiously wanted him and extended an invitation to him to join me back at my place. Much to my chagrin, he declined. And til this day in the 21st century, I still remember this man and "his member" that had sent chills up my spine and "nice hurt" to my prostrate. I remember that I'd wanted him in my own bed fucking me into oblivion. During these years, I visited Sydney, my favorite city in Australia and one that is reminiscent of my favorite city, San Francisco. On one of my sojourns, I visited an acquaintance. ...can't remember if I stayed at his place for the weekend, but I keenly remember his taking me to dinner. When we entered he chose to dine on the second floor and requesting a table by a window that overlooked the Main Street. Fine with me. I remember he ordered oysters for himself, for I do not care for this sea urchin. Once dinner was over, we walked down a few stairs and out the door. After reaching the air, he beckoned me over to the red British phone book that was directly in front of the restaurant that was situated on a corner. Once inside he became the aggressor and began to kiss me deeply. Damn, he knew how to "fire up the urges." After all of this wonderful and mighty delightful "tongue play." he slid to his knees and gave me one sensational blow job that sent waves up and down my spine once I'd erupted and he'd consumed my "love juice" -- and we departed this small cubicle and went to a film or to a concert. Before the weekend had concluded, I decided to hit the shops. During the afternoon while I walked the streets and in and out of the primes shops, when I meandered by the passers-by. I intensely locked eyes with a youngish East Indian or some man of color. That evening I went to the baths and walked its interior. On my way into the steam room and much, much to my surprise was the young man with whom I'd locked eyes earlier during the day. He invited me into the steam room and let me feast on his huge, uncut pole. Damn, he knew how to maneuver, for he motioned in such a way that had him exploding all of his delicious "love juice" into my mouth and down my throat. We both smiled and went on our merry ways. I can still see him and feel the warm intensity that overcame both of us when we met again on the same day. My three visits to Sydney were magnificent, for not only did I explore the gay neighborhood and meet a few of its denizens and play, I appreciated the cultural offerings and the "gay neighborhood." I let myself do things that were new and refreshing: I took risks and accomplished what I intended by doing it: cruising and meeting and playing: one night I picked up a guy, went to his apartment and let him plow me while his lover slept in another room; another time I cruised the gay neighborhood on foot and found myself in a room with a handsome hunk who I'd followed by foot to his place. After he'd parked his auto and opened his door, he went into a huge room, took off his clothes and offered me his flaccid member. I couldn't get him hard, so I got up and left. I keenly remember his being pissed that I failed to satisfy him. When I left his place, I managed to find another guy to whose house I went. We both smoked the most delicious pot that led us both in having some wild, wild, but very enjoyable sex. I stayed overnight, woke up and had a delightful breakfast with him then went on my merry way. On my last evening I went to a club that was rocking; I stayed until a few minutes of its closing. ...met an East Indian fellow, danced with him, then walked with him to a closed club that he supposedly owned and gave myself to him. He fucked me into oblivion while I was hunched over a bar stool. ...length, length, length... I shall stop and fondly reflect back and reminisce.

"Mercy, mercy me!"

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PNP could pertain to marijuana as well. During the years that one man in San Francisco, we would share all or part of a joint then proceed to engage in some fantastic play., with him I never had an adverse reaction. I've written about him before, for today he no longer escorts, and during my last year of our meeting, he began to classify and identify himself as STRAIGHT. So I ceased engaging his services. Our sessions ceased to be "steaming" as well. I did have two very bad experiences with two men. The first one served me water that he'd spiked. At the end of the session, I was so fucking disoriented that I was out of it upon departing his apartment. The other gave me a joint from which I took only two puffs and was out of it. I had trouble meandering his friggin' wooden stairs upon my leaving; I was in another frame of mine while walking back to my hotel, and shall always remember that man (escort in San Francisco, SF Steve) and am NOT apprehensive in writing his name in a public space. Nowadays if I see a man and he desires to imbibe, I purchase our marijuana although I haven't played in a while.

That is one thick piece of sumptuous meat that's surrounded by one hell of a massive patch of "bush"!!! DAMN I want all of him and then some!