purplekow

The more the merrier, and with a name like Peter Hung, I would imagine you know about more and merrier.

Pukka Up I guess this is a whole new expression.

This event is like diving off of the high board for the first time. You just have to climb the ladder, walk out on the board and jump. Best of luck

How odd, well more to point, how even.

I have been told by more than one escort about famous hires. I have not asked and I assumed that as they offered this information without being coerced and without proviso of confidentiality, that I could report that information here if I so desired. And I would, even with the likelihood of being called a gossipy queen with nothing better to do than to stick my nose in other people's sex lives, but one of the celebrities is a woman, and that would hold little interest for most of the people on this forum and the other is an action movie star and while I have heard of him and perhaps even seen a movie of two of his, I tend to get him confused with another action star and even now I am not sure which one is the one that was a client. There have been other occasions in which the names were given to me in confidence, as I am sure those names were given in confidence to a score of other clients.

Just as an aside, are you attending the DC Luncheon?

That was two years ago that there was an issue and there was no escort of the year last year. It is probably for the best as escort is more a demonstration than a competition. To all the men with whom I have shared the carnal aspects of my life in 2017, you are all escort of the year. Escort of the Year Purplekow division.

With a professional...my brother in laws bachelor party. The group went to a place called the Derby Club. I had no idea it was a whorehouse, even after I paid the $10.44 to get in. I was told $10 was for the house and the girl and $0.44 was for the police. In any case, $10 for the house and the girl so you can imagine the type of place it was, though it was in the mid 50's on the east side of Manhattan. I was one of the last guys to select a partner and I selected a very large woman, probably 5 foot and 350 pounds or so. We went into a small room with a metal four poster bed and a sink and she instructed me to undress. She then filled a bucket with warm water and washed my genitals. She then told me to get on the bed, and when I was not hard she asked me if I "was having trouble with the Whopper." She then got me hard and mounted me. There was then a tornado of activity. The bed began moving and banging into the walls, the moving bed then knocked the bucket over and water spilled on the floor, bells started ringing (apparently after 15 minutes the act was supposed to be done and a bell range louder and louder until it was turned off). I held onto two of the bedposts and the bed just creaked and creeped and banged into the wall as hard as she banged down onto me. At first there was nothing and then suddenly, I felt my legs tighten and my abs tighten and my face contort and I heard her yell at me: "Come on white boy, I do not have all day" and I then shot. She jumped off the bed, filled the bucket and squatted over it cleaning herself free of the copious come that was leaking out from her and dripping off of her. As she cleaned herself, she ordered me to get dressed and get the hell out. I did just that, most of my clothes had been on the floor and were pretty wet. I came out drained and saturated with sweat and bucket bath water and the rest of the bachelor party guys were out there waiting. I was questioned as to just what the hell had gone on in there. On the ride home the guys in my car were merciless in their jokes and persistent in their questions. I lost my nonprofessional virginity a few days later to a woman that seduced me as I was delivering the mail and was feeling ill and sitting in the lobby of her apartment building. Also a bizarre story in which the song Layla played over and over again in the background.

Five minutes after going in the men's room

Perhaps the greatest controversy surrounding sexuality revolves around Richard the LionHearted and King Philip of France. There are differing opinions as to the nature of their relationship. It is widely accepted that they shared a bed, but defenders of the "not gay" segment state that it was common practice for people to sleep together for warmth and that sleeping with an ally was a political way of showing trust, literally getting in bed with someone. Others point out that Richard, though he married another, was engaged to Philips sister Alice. Alice may also have been the mistress of Richard's father, Henry II. In any case, two young powerful men, sleeping in the same bed leads to me think that though they literallu crossed swords in battle years later, that in their youth, these two were crossing swords figuratively.

It really depends on how good the prostate check was.

She actually called me PurpleKalf

Past a certain point, do family members need to be told? I have a nephew who is 35, never dated a woman as far as I know, who worked at Abercrombie and Finch so, in his words: "I could get a big discount." and who never discusses his private life though his best friend is a gay woman. It has generally it had been assumed by most family members, judging by the occasional reference in conversation, that he is gay. His parents seemed unaware. Then suddenly, his homophobic parents stopped making the more than occasional joking remarks about gay rights, gay pride and gays in general. Guess he had the talk with them, or someone did.

I did not start having sex with men until I was over 50 and widowed. So now I am a man who sleeps with women and I am a man who sleeps with men. But mostly I am an old man and no one I know wants to even consider that I am having sex lest I tell them about it. I do not ask the people I know who they are sleeping with, I do not ask them about their politics and I try to treat them with courtesy and respect and I get the same in return. And while being gay is not just about having sex, being true to oneself is not about living up to other people's ideas of how one should live one's life, in or out. Surprise Surprise Surprise, there is more than one way to be a man who sleeps with men, there is more than one way to be a sexual human being and there is certainly more than one way to be happy and proud of the way one lives one's life. If someone wants to appoint themselves judge and jury, look somewhere else, cause hell I ain't on trial.

While I have not had the situation of running into someone I know while I am with an escort whose name I do not know, if I did I would make up an easy to remember name, likely Bob or Mike rather than introduce him as Monstercock9.5

I use my real name, though that real name is a nickname that friends and family use. I only use my given name professionally, so using the nickname is the more authentic name. I usually ask escorts if they prefer to be called by the name under which they were hired or some other name. Many use their real name, others prefer the stage name. The amount of information the an escort reveals varies tremendously. I never considered that the escort would think it rude to ask. I should say that it is rare that I hire for a single encounter, but those that chose to reveal their name usually do so on the first visit. There are a few escorts whose name I learned inadvertently, but unless the escort tells me his real name, I will use his stage name or whatever nickname I assign during the heat of passion. I know several Muscleboys, Bigboys, Studs and a few Babies.

He did not say he was a Chippendale rather a Chippendale Promo Model. I take that to mean he posed for posters etc. I think they have a height minimum for their dancers, so not sure he is tall enough to actually have been a dancer. He could have been an emcee or a bouncer or some such.

Google suggests it is Dubai.

The empty streets and all the high rises, some incomplete made me consider Qatar. So likely Doha?

https://www.google.com/search?q=they+are+coming+to+take+me+away&rlz=1C5CHFA_enUS760US760&oq=they+are+coming+to+take&aqs=chrome.0.0j69i57j0l4.6613j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 Here is a song that fits the original post and yet connects to the Napoleon thread steal. Song is: They are coming to take me away The artist is: Napoleon XIV

Yeah good looking, sexy, hung like a racehorse, inventive, kinky, intelligent and the ability to stay hard for hours. I would skip him if I were you so that he has more time to spend with me.

Just on the basis of pictures, Alejandro gets my vote.

I fuck as many skinny guys as hard as I can and then talk about it over pizza with my obuds (obese buddies). We laugh about how we lie on top and make it almost impossible or those skinny bitches to breath. By that I mean, what the fuck are you talking about, modeling behavior to promote acceptance of overweight guys. Are you for real? Right now, I am too busy promoting tolerance of people who ask self serving questions, Mr. 5 11 and 164.

But it was going to take a long blow job and short fuck, so I said "probably" was not good enough and jerked off instead. Thanks anyway. Anyone else get calls similar to this one and mr trump's? "Time Magazine called to say that I was PROBABLY going to be named 'Man (Person) of the Year,' like last year, but I would have to agree to an interview and a major photo shoot," Trump tweeted on Friday. "I said probably is no good and took a pass. Thanks anyway!"

This was a good idea, but I cannot seem to post the pictures. If anyone wants to go to Mark Henderson and get all the different colors I would be fine with that. Thanks for posting the one of Jock Charlie