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- 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.

I was born in 1943 so I started swimming at the neighborhood park pool around 1950. In those days, bathing suits were made out of (scratchy) wool with a cotton belt. Lint clogged up the pumps, so naked swimming was de rigueur. There were of course different boys days and girls days. The college-age swim instructor would have on a suit while he was out of the water, but stripped naked to demonstrate in the pool. This is where my brother and I learned about cut and uncut, and what mature cock looked like. By the time I went to Boy Scout camp, every day was naked swimming in a lake...scouts and scoutmasters alike. This is when I started mentally cataloguing the fascinating variety of cocks...pubescent, mature; cut, uncut; shower, grower; pink or dark; hairy or bald or peach fuzz; low hangers or undescended; big or small. There was one blond twinkie who had not yet started to grow pubic hair...every day he would sit out in the sun naked, hoping the sun would grow hair. He was the scoutmaster's son, who obviously did not object. I wish I would have known then what I know now, and I would have volunteered to massage it for him. My last year at cam, I had a tent mate who had just started to get erections, which he exhibited with great pride to the rest of us. Long, fat, curved to the left. I will never forget it. I wanted to hold it, but he said I could look but he was the only one who got to touch it. In high school, it was gang showers. The gym teacher's office was adjoining the showers, and there was a picture window (with venetian blinds) into the shower room so the teacher could keep an eye on the showers. Later it turned out two of the teachers (although not gym teachers) were arrested for sexually abusing students...one of them, my very favorite teacher. I have always been sorry he didn't get it on with me...would have saved me years of confusion.

I experience the same thing with my massage boy. Once he seemed so into it...me sucking him for ten or more minutes, him groaning and moaning appropriately, I asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He replied, "What do you mean?" I said, "Do you want to cum?" He said, "I have clients to x o'clock, and I have to be able to stay hard." End of conversation. He may or may not be really excited, or he may just be acting well. But no, he doesn't want to cum. With another masseur, when traveling, I came, and then he finished himself off on me. It was so great for a number or reasons, I did a repeat a couple of days later. As soon as i arrived, he said, "I can't cum this time because I have another client later tonight and I have to be able to stay hard." So one strategy might be to be sure you book the last appointment of the night. 😃

This convo brings back memories. Decades ago, when I was maybe 40, I had a 20 something boy follow we back from the UK. In one of our playtimes, we got in my shower and I peed all over him. He was astounded...he felt the hot piss, looked down, saw what was happening, and loved it...no one had ever done that with him before. We both loved it...so much so we toweled off and ran back to bed to fuck some more...and now decades later, still do a repeat when we can. Excuse me while I go jerk off to this lovely memory.

I moved to San Francisco during one of the periodic multi year droughts. The City transit vehicles all had posters “Save water, shower with a friend “ and “if it’s yellow, let it mellow; if it’s brown, flush it down. “ This was years ago but I still try and follow this guidance.

In the '80s and '90s when I was going to the sex clubs a lot, I had to quit going during high flu season...with everyone exchanging saliva and other bodily fluids, I would be sick all the time. So knocking it off from December - March or so did the trick. Out of flu season, "most" people aren't carrying the bug and it's pretty safe. In flu season, you can be sure at least one person is, and then everyone is.

Interesting. I never heard of douching before anal sex until I was in my 40s (1980s) in San Francisco and had a housemate who was into fist fucking big time. I was surprised when he installed a hose douche in the shower. Up until then I had had a couple of decades of very active fucking and getting fucked. A little brown now and then was just an occupational hazard. Only twice in hundreds of times was it more than "a little" which was both messy and embarrassing. I doubt our diets were any better then, maybe we are just more meticulous today. Now I always douche if I think I might be going to get fucked. I'd give the "gummie" a try, for sure. This also reminds me that I never heard of "tops" and "bottoms" and "verse" until about then also. Occasionally someone would say "I don't do that" or "that's too huge to put in me" but the assumption was always that everything was on the menu. The only question was who fucked whom first/who came first. Never in my life have I quizzed who's doing what to whom before I went home with someone from the bars.

Been to the grocery store lately? The price of everything in the country is going up monthly, and the size is going down. At least my boy's cock hasn't shrunk.

Karl is my boy. DM me if you want more.

I went to the Kochi-Muziris Biennale in 2019...excellent experience. Surprising amount of "gay art" in the exhbition. Also, Kerala is the most open, western feeling part of India. That being said, I wasn't looking to hire so no recommendations there.