Axiom2001

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!"

Place his ad info from RM.

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!

From left to right: I'll take #s 3 and 4!

He's currently in Miami, FL. ...too bad for us who are in the San Francisco Bay Area on March 1, 2025.

He's desirous of some hot "mouthwatering" bath all over!!!!

Both are blessed with 8.5 (UC) gifts!!!!!!

This last lot posted seven hours ago render all of us some very lovin' moments! Almost ALL of the guys are mighty desiring!!!

lookin' good and mighty yearning!!!!!!!!

I do not have any specific recommendations for providers in San Jose at this time, for my two stellar "go-to guys" no longer escort. Have you checked out the ads of escorts who are in San Jose on Rentmen? Many escorts who are there travel to San Francisco and vice versa. I live on the Monterey Peninsula and have always traveled to San Francisco for my play times. I've been doing this for more than two decades. Only twice have I had guys from San Jose come to me at separate times during the early 2000s. One, who was my go-to who was based in the San Jose area, drove to my townhouse after I'd had surgery for a torn ligament when I was in the Dominican Republic. Charles came to me and fucked me into oblivion: I'll never forget him or my other San Jose contact. Suggestion: If after consulting the ads, go to the ones in San Francisco. A few Tops have been recommended for me, but one in particular Luke Marco stands out. I have yet to see him, but I wrote to two past clients of his where I asked about the "time" that they spent with him. Both wrote back some very encouraging responses. I sent Luke a message at RM requesting his fee plan; he wrote back fulfilling my request along with a separate face photo and a separate cock one. Although he did NOT have to do the latter, for his ad his full of highly enticing cock photos. I hope to see him before the end of this month or the beginning of next, for I am looking forward in being "dicked down" and then some.

That "gorgeous head" and those "succulent-lookin' tea bags" are awaiting to be fully "pleasured!"

I'd like to take it that way as well!

It would have been wonderful of you to included contact info.

If you subscribe to Rentmen, send him a message. It is hoped that he'd respond. Or, if you have a subscription to RM, check out the reviews of the man in question and send a brief message to at least three of the men who have reviewed him. Others, in the past, would request information from me of some of the providers who I had met. I always complied, and in return have been in receipt of requested information.

My oh oh my!!!!!!!!!! He's ripe and eagerly awaitin'!

My mouth and tongue could please that lad!

I haven't been asked to send a photo, for I don't have any anyway, but a month or so ago, I sought recommendations for some torrid TOPS who'll be involved in a three way. I received some recommendations, but when I contacted one of the two who was recommended, I sent him a brief message. He, in turn, requested that I forward a photo of myself: I fired back that I had none; he blocked me from accessing his ad site. ...too bad because he was a hot number who looked as if he'd really "have me on fire with the guy who would partner with him. ...sorry I can't remember his name; thus I can't allow any interested parties to peruse his ad. I had a strange encounter with a porn star some years back. To date I can't remember his name, but he came to my hotel room in San Francisco and treated me in the rudest of ways. I should have been aggressive and stood up to his ass, but for some reason I timidly accepted his shit. At one point he asked if I had a disease. I answered honestly: NO! At this writing I wish I'd talked back to him since he was completely out of line. No one disrespects me. ...was in Barcelona a few years back and hired a guy from either Rentmen or from Romeo. He was one hell of a hottie. That Sunday I was in my toney Airbnb apartment and rang him. He came over and wasted my time as well as my money, for he did NOT do anything but treat me badly. To date I don't know why I did NOT show him the door when he began to act and speak rudely. In looking back I think he had a drug problem, for he failed to get hard and his actions were beyond normal. Lastly, about six years ago, I met SanFrancisco Steve at his house. ...arrived. He invited me into his living room and asked me to chill until he'd showered. He went into the bathroom and remained there for about 10 minutes and found himself back in the living room a short while afterwards where he offered me a joint. I took two puffs, and damn--what hit me? I was immediately stoned as well as disoriented and frightened. He and I messed around a bit until I stopped and dressed and meandered down his flight of six or seven wooden steps. I almost fell at one point because I was quite unsteady. When I got tot he sidewalk, I freaked, for I did NOT know what direction I should walk to get back to my hotel that was in the Union Square area. While I walked back, I felt as if I were in a dream. Thankfully I made it back and went immediately to my room and to bed. That experience was NOT one that I relish to repeat. ...can't write anything positive in this spot because for the last six or seven years I only saw the same hottie, a hot n virile Puerto Rican who for most of those years classified himself as Bi. After COVID subsided, he changed his classification from bi to Straight. To date he no longer has an ad in the San Francisco section of RentMen, so I will not state his name. ALL of our play times together were memorable except for his last two where he had to view "Straight porn" via his cell phone in order to get hard. One time he went into the bathroom and masturbated in order to obtain an erection. (I admired his short jack off session while lying on the bed and awaiting for him to return.). And the 3rd from the last time that we were together, the man was "on fire"--the time that I regret stopping him when he plowed me while I lay on my back. He had me feeling so super-great which frightened me, for I thought he'd bring on a heart attack because the sensations were phenomenal. If he puts up his ad again, I'm going to send him a message where I'll revisit that time, for I think he should know that he had some exquisite expertise during that particular session. Sorry for the missing names/ads, but if the individual who's in charge of this forum desires, he can delete it if he thinks it does not meet the criteria.

From the way that "it" is hangin'-- it has to be a purchased strap on!

...what a fabulous ass indeed!

...MOUTHWATERING indeed!!!!!

...unfortunately not, for the new year has just began although our first month is almost over. I'm slowly working on seeing one person prior to my venturing beyond that. Thanks for inquiring, for something has to happen soon before I begin climbing walls and fences.....

If a client is ill: DON'T engage the services of anyone. If a provider is ill: DON'T work until you are in good health. In both cases, one DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE another ill. That's just common sense.