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With the bad weather gripping much of the country, I am posing a hypothetical question. You are home alone on a very Cole snowy night and you hear some noise outside your door. You open the door and there is a large, friendly dog shivering in the cold. Do you offer it shelter in your home? Now change the scenario and there is a large, friendly appearing average looking man at your door. Do you offer him shelter? I am sure about the dog, that is a yes. the man, well I may have to call the police and tell him to wait in my garage. So which are you going to be kinder to, man or beast?

The Mets had a longer contract with Bobby Bonilla. Well at least the were obligated to pay him for more than 14 years. He signed a 29 million dollar contract with the Mets in 1991. That contract was the largest contract up until that time. He is now receiving deferred payments of 1.2 million dollars a year until 2035. He is one of the highest paid Mets and he has not played for them in decades. This contact is often used to chide the Mets franchise that has been linked to ineptitude since their inception in 1962. There have been the occasional miracles though and that is why Mets fans such as I are among the more faithful fans around.

I give him credit. He had a career as a football player. Not the greatest but he did win a bunch of games with the Denver Broncos. He was doing quite well as a sports broadcaster+while still considerably under 30 and he gave up that pursuit to try baseball. He did not have much experience in baseball but his athleticism allowed him to at least try. He was progressing though the minor leagues but it was slow progress. He never made the majors but he did continue to work at trying to make it as a pro athlete. I would expect him back in the broadcast booth for both baseball and football. By the way, he wore his baseball uniform very tight and that would have been enough for me to buy a ticket if he was playing in my area. He might have been a gimmick to sell tickets in the minors but hey:

I had an encounter with a new fellow this week and during the initial intimate moments he called me a "good boy". As he is in his 40s and as I am more than 20 years older. I was taken aback by the term. Ultimately it was clear he was using "boy" as a referral to submissive behavior. However, by the end of the session, this boy had become the man and when my partner groaned "oh daddy"as he was coming, it was the key to me getting off. I went from boy to daddy in one session, so I think one just needs to go with the flow.

No rule. And you did get one of the great minds of escortdom to answer it. Not me, Ben Nicholas. However, twenty years is a long time and while not much has changed in terns of intelligence being a great aphrodisiac, it did take a bit of wading through a long forgotten personal feud to get to your point. In this case, in view of the domination of that feud in the thread, courtesy to those who wrote that two decades ago would have led me to start a new one, especially since Mr Hagen has been a recent posting member. There is an escort in NYC, Russ, who attracted by attention with his great body which has not gotten a bit too big for my tastes but also his funny, well considered and might one say, erudite ad. I do not know if he is still using that ad, but if not, I am sure whichever one he is using is equally fetching in its delivery.

Not sure why you brought up a 20 year old thread rather than starting fresh. As for this topic, it is always pleasure to have a great conversation whether it be well constructed dialogue at the dinner table or grunts and groans in the bedroom. Both forms of communication work for me.

Viagra is no guarantee That one will be hard as one needs to be If the hole is real tight Not all of one's might Can assure a flawless entry You say what about poppers To prevent those cock entry stoppers Sphincters can be Quite ornery For even the finest of toppers But there is no need to despair If you want to, but cannot get there There are other means Some hot, sexy scenes That guarantee a spew in the air So listen those I have friended If you plan not your cock is upended Just use your mind And you will find That a mouth can be gaily rear ended

Well I am a client and I have hired with the expectation that I was going to be topping only to find, despite chemistry, horniness and willingness, I was just not able to get home. Mostly it was not getting hard enough to penetrate a really tight hole and sometimes it was not getting the escort to relax enough and for those situations, I would not consider writing a bad review. But if the escort had agreed to bottom and then "backed out". I would definitely write a negative review. So if he tried but there was not success, I would write a review and mention that although you had hoped to be topped, that did not happen but the rest of the meeting went as planned. If you think he really did not give it the old college try, then make that point. Hey, at least you get head out of the deal.

I have not run across a gay or bi man who would not go down on a man. Similarly, I have not run across a man who would refuse oral as part of sex. Are there members of the forum who are exclusive givers or receivers or I am I mistaken in the belief that most gay and bi men are versatile in this regard at least.

I would love to confess to him and as penance do one long Our Father.

Oh I did not realize you were one of my patients.

Miss Tina Merica and as I aged. Miss Una Verse. Belle Epoch. Old Fashioned Gal Edna Orton. Female sewer worker by day and Drag Queen by night LaDonna Mobilay Opera Star and RV Prostitute Amelia Canneat. Oral Sex receiver Betty Willa Mountanuttin Unemployed Drag Queen

Well perhaps he can hire some who will get him off. And he probably needs a lawyer too.

This just goes to prove there is a sucker born every minute and some of them are crime fighters

I had a partner want me to urinate in his mouth, which was off putting, but what the hell, I had to go. When he wanted to kiss me while still with the urine in his mouth, and then he tried to pass it. I passed on the the pass.

Was in Jamaica and a woman sat down next to me along with another guy. I was on vacation and intoxicated and I noticed that she had a small tear in the crotch of some very tight lycra like pants. She was sitting with her legs open and her head turned in the other direct talking with the man with whom she came into the bar. I slipped my finger in the hole and when I met nor resistance I kept it there slowly moving it about. The man did to notice and he left for a minute (bathroom break?) and she turned to me and we started making out heavily. We went to the dance floor and when her friend returned, he looked at us and left as we were grinding away on the dance floor. You know the kind of grinding that people usually yell "get a room" when they see it. I then went to ask her to come to my room and that it was when I discovered she did not speak English. We both spoke very poor French but so the invitation was offered to go back and get high. She asked if her brother could join us. The fellow with her was not her brother but another Aryan looking fellow was. We went back to my room and smoke some Jamaican weed I had purchase, which is another bizarre tale involving a cab ride to the mountain, two large Jamacian women in negligees and a goat and an expensive wrist watch, but I do not have time to recall that whole story. Anyway, the three of use got quite high and her brother fell asleep and she and I started with making out and moved right on to fucking. There were some grunts which were not mine and did not seem to be hers and I looked over to see her brother with pants down and dick in hand. I did not see any reason to stop nor any reason to stop him and so I continued to fuck the sister. The brother came over and began rubbing his dick on my ass and eventually spewed onto me and then went back to the other bed. I finished. She finished. She then gave me kiss and spoke to her brother. He put on his pants and they both gave me a kiss and they left. The next day I saw them at lunch time at a hotel restaurant and they were with two older people (parents?) and they looked over, laughed but did not otherwise acknowledge me. I returned to the club that night and though they were there and there was some touch feely things done, we did not have a second encounter of the third kind. Just to be clear, this was so out of character for me. The weed, the bold fingering, the animalistic fucking with someone watching and it was the first time a man came on me. I had gone on this vacation with the express intent to stretch my limits and I stretched them so far they almost broke. I did learn that her name was Helga, she worked in a public auditorium in Switzerland and that he was a college student and they were on a trip with their extended family. That particular vacation was also notable for an encounter with a couple who picked me up while I was walking down the street. Americans who were renovating an hotel. The wife tried unsuccessfully to seduce me after her husband had left the room and as I was hastily leaving, I found him peering in through a slightly ajar door. By the way, I was 28, and athletically built at 5 9 and 185. And I do have the pictures to prove that last part.

Moving on before word gets out to avoid him? Sexy body. found the text arrogant. if it smells like shit, looks like shit and tastes like shit, do not step in it.

What do I regret most? Not doing things I did once, twice. Not doing things I did twice, thrice. And a rather unfortunate episode in a place named Chilly Willies outside of Cancun. That however, is another story.

Poorly.

My hair and my waistline....oh and my endurance

Who is the bottom in this fantasy?

If beauty is a curse, I must be exceptionally blessed

The hospital at which I work just placed two massage chairs in a private lounge next to the doctor's cafeteria. I tried one today. It is made by Osaki and it was actually not a bad massage. The chair did get a bit rough around the sacroiliac joint, as I have a bit of an inflammatory arthritis in that area, but otherwise it was very comfortable. I was doing messages on the phone while this was going on and on one occasion I didneed to tell the person with whom I was speaking that if she heard any strange sounds it was because I was sitting in a massage chair. Anyone here have a massage chair at home or has anyone looked into purchasing one?

I think I have lived an interesting life and one that I can reflect back on with many smiles and a few sighs of remorse or regret. One regret that was totally controllable, is not traveling more and as a result not seeing the beauty of this world. I thought I would get to do that when I retired, but I have not retired and the world has been closed for the last year and will be for quite some more time. So perhaps I will never get that opportunity. I would also be a bit more fulfilled had I been a bigger slut when I was single, a kinder partner when I was lucky enogh to have a special person in my life and kinder to myself when I did not. "Do not sweat the small stuff" and the corollary "It is all small stuff" these should be a mantra you play on rewind in your head when driving, waiting in line and talking with salespeople and many other times during your life as well. Ultimately what has made my life a fulfilled one is loving the people I have loved, doing the things personally and professionally that I love and finding peace in the insanity of life. My mother once told me that everyone deserves a few minutes of insanity each day. In my minutes of insanity, I have found the greatest fulfillment and personal peace. Oh and try to dance while singing along with a favorite song. If it is good enough for Snoopy it is good enough for me.

I like Mike. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xx36GSxqHDU. But given the choice, my nickname is a variation of my last name. If I had to choose, I would pick that nickname as my first name and then my name as my middle name as a nod to my grandfather.