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I saw Dino for four or five years before he left SF in 2024 and never had a scheduling issue with other clients. RE: his ethnic mix: When I asked him, he said he thought he was ¼ Thai, ¼ Malasian, ¼ Indian, and ¼ Chinese. Historically, there has been a lot of crossing the border (when there was one) in that part of the world. Absolutely stunning.

Dino was my go-to guy in SF for several years…absolutely top notch therapeutic-sensual-plus. DM me if you want to hear more. He has been doing other things for the past two years in Asia and Europe so I can’t vouch for him today, but if he’s even half as good as he used to be….

https://rentmasseur.com/karlkang in San Francisco. Karl never fails to please. DM me for more info.

The toilets traditionally are squat toilets. You just go down on your haunches, hike your skirt, and let ‘er rip.

It's only money. I used to have two regulars who I rotated every two weeks. Today I figure I can afford once a month, plus an occasional repeat from the past, plus a couple of times a week when I travel. Like purplecow, I am going to die with a lot in the bank..but I have no heirs, so some of the organizations I like and support today will get nice little gifts to continue my support.

Count me in with liubit, and add a dildo.

I send a card (often with a purient message) and a text on the day-of. One year I offered to take one of my boys to lunch on his birthday. He came back with a quick "Oh no, just bring a bottle of wine the next time you come to see me." (translation: "Being seen with you at lunch is the last thing I want to do. Anyway I'm not spending my free time with a customer." Fair enough. So next time, I brought a fine bottle of wine, and we each had a glass or two before the massage. Afterwards he said he'd never do that again...it was a challenge to do his usual excellent massage when he was tipsy. I do have a former masseur (changed professions) whom I take out for a nice lunch every few months, for the pleasure of his company.

I used to have an (erotic) masseur who advertised on RentMasseur until he finished his PhD, and dropped his ad as he got an education-appropriate job. He offered to continue working with me, but I didn’t feel right about asking him to work beneath his status. I initially picked him because everything about his ad said educated and high class. Had all the right keywords, but classy, pictures were at once revealing and discreet…3 snapshots, not trying too hard. He advertised therapeutic and sensual, in those days when erotic was also a choice. As soon as we met, we both took it erotic. We knew it was a match. It’s a characteristic that you can’t define but you know it when you see it. We remain friends today.

Gosh. Once when I was young I tricked with an older gentleman who took out his teeth when we hit the bed. He just said, "I have false teeth." Didn't bother me a bit...don't know why it would...and he gave me the most amazing blow job ever! IMO, its not a big deal at all.

- When, during the moments leading to climax, the masseur keeps his eyes open and on me...and not closed and thinking of someone much younger and hotter - When, after the fireworks are done, we lie together quietly, hugging, as I come down.

It sounds like Pietrolorran needs a kind daddy to buy him your favorite style of douche and a graduated set of butt plugs. Then take him into the shower and show him how it's done...a number of times if you are lucky. And be sure to kiss his sweet hole and swab the interior with your tongue when he is ready. Most of us have been there, and a kind, hot, older gentleman helped pave the way to a lifetime of incredible anal pleasure. Go for it, guys. He'll appreciate it; his clients will appreciate it; his (current?) and future husbands will appreciate it. And you certainly will appreciate it.

My grammar school (K-8) didn't have a gym, but my private high school (1957 - 61) did. We were told we all had to wear a jock in gym class, which they sold in the school bookstore. Unasked, my father said he would take me to the drugstore to get a jock, and I could tell him I already had one. First gym class, there was one nerd who didn't have a jock (his boxers were rolled up under his gym shorts, but it was obvious), and he was duly upbraided by the gym instructor. There were gang showers, and all the students showered together. I don't remember any comments/harassment on body features, or anyone getting a hard on. If it happened, I am sure I would remember. Here is a good article on the history of nude swimming. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nude_swimming

We all have our preferences. I am white. Since I was ten years old, my preference has been Asian. My partner of many decades is Chinese American. His parents were immigrants. Of his generation, half are married to Chinese, half to other. The next generation is completely mixed amongst all ethnicities and religions. Family gatherings are truly the rainbow coalition and it’s wonderful. My partner has zero sexual interest in another Asian. All his boyfriends have been white, although he is very Chinese culturally, and very proud of it. One of the reasons I moved to San Francisco is so I could finally have an Asian boyfriend. And I quickly found that many Asian guys go for older white guys. Yea. I was talking with one of my massage boys (Japanese) who was complaining that he was invisible to most (white) guys in the gym. I sympathized but had to point out to him that one of the reasons I picked him was that very characteristic…his ethnicity. Once I had a straight Chinese American roommate. He was only interested in blond white girls. My best buddy (white) is only interested in Filipino guys, has a Filipino husband, and absolutely loves his big Filipino in-law family. I have another good friend who is Eastern European Jewish, whose ideal is Scandinavian blondes. When I scroll through the various porn pictures on this site, it’s always the Asian twunks that stop me in my tracks. Racist? Some will say so, but it’s definitely hard wired into some of us.

When AIDs hit the scene, I was living in the Castro with a lover, but we were both having lots of extracurricular sex in addition. By that time I had had the clap many times, which I just regarded as an easily cured occupational hazard. When what was first called GRID started showing up, the Star Pharmacy at the corner of 18th and Castro posted Polaroids of the Kapsoi's Sarcoma lesions, with a warning, this terrible disease was showing up...a lot...in the gay community. The photos were enough to scare the bejesus out of anyone. The "scientific community" didn't have an answer where this was coming from. I remember my gay GP saying, "I don't care, but I'm not going to stop kissing my lover." The homophobic political community gets the blame for not funding the study of the disease, because at the time it was only hitting gay men. But the problem was also gay men. We had just been liberated, for the first time it was OK to be living for sexual pleasure, and a lot of it, and many of our gay political leaders denied this could have anything to do with sexual practices...that would be a denial of who we were and what we had been preaching...gay is good. I guess I wasn't politically correct enough to deny that this was a venereal disease, and I also observed that it was the bottoms who were dying. I immediately switched to condoms every single time. Lots of guys didn't. Until a couple of years ago, I never fucked or got fucked bare since 1982. This also meant that I stopped getting clap. Now on Prep, a couple of years ago I got fucked bare, and ended up with syphilis for the first time ever. Now I am on doxy also. I also wonder if there is a genetic component that has protected some of us.

Some years back, before the internet and RentMasseur or RentMen, a number of friends and I all had a wonderful masseur in the Castro…advertising was by word of mouth. He spent as much time on the frontside as the back. He would very sensually massage the nipples, and then the stomach. This would inevitably give me a hard on. The first time he rather sheepishly and politely asked “Can I touch your cock?” “Mmmm, please do.” After a couple of massages it was “Can I get up on the table with you?” “Mmmm yea baby.” After he got me off he said would always cum. Unfortunately, he’s now out of the business. I am sorry more masseurs don’t appreciate what an erotic zone the stomach can be.