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Getting down on your knees is relatively easy. It’s the getting back up you’ll need help with as you age. Lol

It does not advertise as guesthouse.

As a client of 20+ yrs, I make a regular practice of telling mine just as they're about to stick it in. Almost always gets me an additional 10m on the house. 😂

Give me a day or two and I'll gladly spill the beans...
 

When I was 24 I went to live in the South of France for a year. I arrived without having anywhere to stay and on the first day ended up being taken to hospital where I spent a couple of nights. It was all a bit weird how it happened, but I was well cared for and, even though I was a bit disoriented etc. was glad of the medics who sorted me out.  
One of the male nurses, Olivier, who didn't look that much older than me, was especially kind.  He was also incredibly hot and, even though I hadn't had very much experience with other guys at that stage other than a couple of hand jobs and a messy blow job, he definitely got the blood pumping. 
My French was already pretty good and so we'd chat when he came to check on me and stuff and so he knew my situation. When it came round to being discharged he said he didn't feel happy just throwing me out of the hospital to fend for myself and so invited me to go & stay with him.
Of course I took him up on his offer...and so began my first meaningful and very, very sexual relationship with a guy. It was everything you would want from a holiday romance, it just went on for a whole year.
Let me know if you want any graphic details - happy to share here or DM.

Some of you guys are confusing this situation with an escort hire.
@Coolwave35 met this fellow on Seeking Arrangments, not Rent.men.
So there should be no relating his financial expectations with those of a high paid escort.
I think agreeing to pay someone's rent is an excellent offer. It's like having a trust fund set up. I am not surprised he is fucking his brains out with Coolwave in response to such a generous offer.
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How sad it will be when you toss him overboard on the last night.

Offer him anything at all then toss him overboard the night before you leave Antarctica.

Why on earth do gay men waste their hard-earned money at Disney when they could go to Thermas instead??
When you’re looking forward something a little too much, it inevitably disappoints because your expectations are simply too high.  But Thermas actually lived up to its billing even though I had been dreaming of going for years and popping out of my cleats about this trip for weeks.
First, Juan from Colombia.  He wasn’t really my type, but I was jumping the gun to get started with somebody.  Still had fun though.  Then Matteo from Brazil:  excellent Spanish, good kisser.  #3 was Felipe, also Brazilian:  good Spanish but his accent was so thick that I struggled to understand him.  Even more fun than Matteo.  I was about to go with Cayo (no clue how he spells it), also Brazilian, struggles with Spanish and I didn’t think to ask in English.  He’s a drop-dead gorgeous, buff, furry blond.  As we were walking down the stairs to find a room, good thing I asked instead of assuming because he quoted me 100€.  I apologized and begged off.  I went back to Felipe again, and the second time he was twice as passionate as the first.  Heck, he was more into it than I was.  I have plans to get together with him off-site Friday night.
Because I am so used to walking around the house barefoot, I absentmindedly put the flip-flops they give you in my locker.  There’s a damn good reason for those flip-flops.  Yup, I slipped and landed flat on my can.  So I left Thermas with a very sore ass, but in a bad literal way, not a fun figurative way.
All in all, a sh!t-ton of fun.  The whole experience — chatting up chaperos wearing just a towel, getting a peek at their goody package, getting a “free sample” from a guy when you ask him if he kisses — can’t be beat.  I’m going back to Barcelona at the end of November, Sun->Tue.  Yuppers, I plan to make it to Thermas all 3 afternoons.

I did it once for a young guy (hot college golfer.....yummy!). It was pre-arranged to be apart of our session. After he finished working on me, he jumped on his table, and I worked him over front and back. He loved it, hard cock, arched back, lifted butt, spread legs, everything. He knew exactly what he wanted and when to make it happen. 😈

I’d ask him to wear that second photo outfit for the appointment!  Yum. 

Maybe he dropped something on the floor?

Ditto. Exactly. 😈. 

Yes, booked him for massage a while back.  More escort-style pricing, but worth it.  we really clicked (he wanted to top me, but i wasn't really prepared), but the massage was decent, the chemistry was great, and the tool was massive  🙂

Took the plunge in late August. Very nice man. Very midwestern. From Minnesota. Seemed “straight acting” and I can surmise he is but obviously not at the point of unwilling to do gay massage. His body was perfect like a Greek God. Think Chippendales type. Just ripped. Age wise handsome masculine face I believe 33 but if he’s 40 I wouldn’t be shocked. Nevertheless he’s handsome. Like a bro athlete jock. Great massage. He really cares and it showed. Worked my glutes quite throughly and wasn’t shy about it. At the end he took off his underwear and he looked great. Good conversationalist and sincere. I think anything from HE to mutual HE is in the cards for the right guy but unlikely more. His vibe is not typical gay but not off putting. Recommend. 

He had foreskin removed to rejuvenate his eyelids……And now he looks cockeyed. 🥁 💥 Thank you. I’ll be here all week. 

Shit.  You're absolutely right.  My apologies.
Have you done anything wrong lately in your personal life I can harp on instead?

You’re nice! I’ve never felt the need to spell it out like that with a provider—I just assume overall hygiene is a given and will be obvious within minutes of meeting. I don’t text my prospective tops my bottoming routine.
One thing I do when we meet—sometimes they beat me to it—is extend my hand, then go in for a hug with a smile. While we’re in that hug, I’ll put both hands on their biceps, look them in the eye, hold, and say something like, “I’m really happy you’re here.” It’s face-to-face, so we’ll both catch each other’s breath, get a hint of their scent, and just feel the vibe overall.

I grew up in the Cold War era, so Russian soldiers always held a kind of evil fascination…strong, powerful, butch…right in line with my S&M/leather fantasies. I saw my first Russian soldier when I was 20. I was driving into East Berlin through Checkpoint Charlie. We had to get out of my red Triumph sports car while a soldier went through the interior, the trunk, under the hood…even passing a mirror under the car to see if someone was hiding in the undercarriage. Why someone would be hiding to get into, not out of, East Berlin, of course made no sense at all. But then nothing about war makes sense, does it. While he was getting his jollies looking for spies, I saw his officer’s military hat just sitting on the counter in the Checkpoint. I could have easily grabbed it, and he’d never known until I was gone and in the Eastern Sector. What a fantasy…maybe I couldn’t actually trick with a Russian soldier, but my roommate and I could fuck wearing his hat, maybe even cum all over it. As an indication of what terrible judgement a 20-year old can have, for a moment I actually considered snatching it. Prisoner sex fantasies getting fucked by the guards are hot, but the probable reality of Soviet prison quickly disabused me from pinching the cap. So we drove off into the East, bare-headed. 
 
It would be another 20 years before I had an encounter with another Soviet soldier, when I spent a month on a project in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. This was the traditional land of the Uzbeks, a Turkic Central Asian Stan where the men were swarthy and their visages showed the signs that Marco Polo, Ghengis, and Tamerlane had all spilled their seed. But I digress…this is a Soviet soldier story. The Uzbek boy stories will wait until another day. 
 
This was during Perestroika, when Uzbekistan was a part of the Soviet Union, but as it turned out, not for long. It was also late spring, when it was already blisteringly hot. Most afternoons my coworkers and I would go to a large city park, with a fine tea house located within. I mean a real tea house, a beautiful tourquise domed structure where they served exotic pastries and excellent teas and coffees for just pennies. 
 
Nearby there was a rushing mountain stream, where a whole variety of people would recreate…Russian families, with grandfathers looking like they were pregnant with a cow…in their tiny “speedo-like bathing suits; high school youth, fresh from the Young Pioneers Camp, oozing sex out of every pore; and Soviet soldiers from the local garrison in their unsexy boxers…until they emerged from the water leaving little to the imagination. Sitting under a sycamore tree taking in the sights became a lovely afternoon hobby.
But the real thing was close by…a smoking hot t-room. On my first visit to the park I discovered I wasn’t the only guy up for a blow and go, if not more. When you entered, the stalls were along the back wall, the sinks on the left wall, and the urinals on the right wall. No “splash guards” here…every cock in the row in full view and easy grabbing distance. And this t-room was always busy…not just a bunch of loitering queens too good to play. Eating cum out of uncut Uzbek and Russian cock became an obsession. 
 
And then one day, a door to the end stall opened, and there was a Soviet sergeant, in full uniform, rubbing his crotch. Khaki pants, shirt, and jacket; red and gold epaulets, emblazoned with the Soviet star; tall; and of course wearing the requisite hat I had once so lusted after. And as I went down on my knees, my eyes fixed on the red star on his brass belt buckle…I was about to get cock, not just any cock, but Soviet military cock. Boy would I have a story for the boys at the Eagle back home. 
 
Sarge played the part well…after a long slurping session, he turned me around, tore my pants down, and fucked me mercilessly. 
 
After I eventually caught my breath, I pulled up my pants, and staggered out if the stall, my gut happily filled with the seeds of another generation of Young Pioneers.  
 
I should have asked for his hat.

"Adorable" and "sweet" is exactly how Bozo would describe him - like a brown-eyed beagle puppy.
When Bozo chatted him up at Boardwalk, he seemed reserved...  almost shy. The good manners and Southern charm are likely attributable to his good North Carolina upbringing. Though as Bozo learned later, he does have a wild side 😀.
As for his rate and his sexual position, Bozo got the impression that HTH is flexible (no pun intended). It's best to ask him.
As usual, YMMV
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To be fair, they’re not the fat 50 year old black, Asian or Latino guys either. 

The fat 50 year old white guys…..are not garotos. 
That covers 99% of your question. 

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Great session. Excellent deep-tissue massage and sensual elements throughout.
I found him more handsome than his pictures. Average body but way above-average massage skills. Nice extras at the end.
Very reasonable rates.

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