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I have traveled a lot, and sex has always been an important part of my life. So many stories I could tell. Here's an extra special one. One evening, in my early 40s, I was in St Peter's Square, Vatican City, and there was a cute (turned out to be French) 18ish boy hanging around. We chatted, and quickly picked each other up. He was staying in a cheap hotel, and we went back to his. We hopped in bed and immediately were going at it. Soon there was pounding on the door and the Italian grandmother hotel-keeper screaming at the top of her lungs. She had seen us come in, and was irate that there were two people in the single room. She threw us out. He grabbed his backpack and we headed to my place. Through some unusual circumstances I was staying in a convent catering to pilgrims, right on the edge of the Vatican. Through a priest friend of mine who was stationed at the Vatican, I wrangled a front door key out of the nuns who ran the place, so we were able to sneak in late at night. We soon were in my single bed, fucking like bunnies. He stayed three nights with me, fucking our eyeballs out, until he had to return to Nice. Each morning we would leave with the morning crowd of pilgrims, and never got caught, and snuck back in nights when they were all in bed. I can still see him, laying naked on the bed in the morning sun, cock at full mast, in front of a window with St Peter's just beyond. He later came to study in the US, and for a couple of years we would call each other occasionally. Ah sweet youth.

I have found in my normal business life, emails may take weeks to get a response. Or never. Texts often get instant replies, or at least timely. Remember faxes? Or snail mail? Or telegrams? Communications technology has changed. No different with this hobby.

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Love this thread. I was in Kochi a couple of years ago for the Kochi-Muziris Biennale, where my driver was an absolutely stunning 20-something year old Indian wearing a lungi. Wanting to get friendlier, I asked him "What are you wearing under your lungi?" He was taken aback, and said, "Why my trousers of course", by which I suspect her meant something like boxers. I had an elaborate hotel suite, and he slept in his car, as hotels in India don't allow drivers and other servants to sleep in their "master's" room. Too bad. I would have loved to have had him for some overnighters!

I have a regular provider where we start off talking with each other and catching up on what is going on in our lives...out of genuine interest and caring...all while we are getting undressed. Then we continue standing, arms around each other, naked body against naked body, talking, playing, caressing, doing what we know stimulates the other. And at some point we each know when it is time to get on the table for the massage. The orgasm is something like three-quarters into the 90 minute massage, giving time to wind down, relax and begin the rest of the day totally at peace. Works for me.

Three different experiences with three different masseurs over the years. 1) Excellent masseur who I had been seeing for several years for erotic massages. One time I called up for an appointment, and he said something like: "I have to tell you I am in therapy and my therapist and I have agreed I am not doing erotic massages any more, just therapeutic. If you don't want to see me anymore that is absolutely fine, and I can even recommend someone else who is very good and does erotic massages." I said that was fine, that I was happy to get his excellent therapeutic massages. I got two or three strictly therapeutic massages, and then he was back to full service. He simply needed to know that at least some people valued him for his massage skills, and not just sex...that he was regarded as a professional masseur not an escort. When he saw that was true, he and his therapist were fine with him doing erotic massages. 2) Another excellent regular, who only advertised therapeutic and sensual, not erotic. After my first massage that ended with a HE, I said I would write a review. He said "Please only say sensual, not erotic. I am here on a student visa and have a government scholarship, and I don't want to jeopardize them." He was from a country with different laws and societal expectations. Fair enough. I assume most if not all of his clients got the full service. He just needed to feel safe. 3) Yet another excellent regular from another country, whose every massage was "therapeutic, sensual and erotic" in his own words. One time as I was leaving he got a text from a former client who wanted to stop by for 10 minutes for a BJ. For language-skill reasons, he asked me to check his reply, which was "No I will not do that. I prefer to do massage." Again, he needed to feel that clients are coming to see him for his professional massage skills, not only for sex, even though every massage includes sexual acts. Life is complicated and human beings are complicated. We all rationalize some things that may not be rational on the surface. What is important is for everyone to appreciate that understanding, direct honest communication and empathy go a long way. That being said, at some point this masseur acquired a live-in boyfriend, who was living off the masseur's income, and then complaining about the source of the money. One day I arrived and the masseur said that the bf didn't like him doing massages in the nude, that he was leaving his bikini underwear on. I said that was nuts...that the bf was living off the income from the sexual services, was ok or at least resigned to the erotic massages, but wanted his bf to hide the family jewels? I said, "Just tell him you're leaving the bikini on when you are with a client, and then do what you want. You don't have to tell your bf everything...everyone has secrets." He said, "I can? Oh wow. I didn't know I could do that." Off came the bikini and he happily continues to provide the nude interactive services as before. Ah, an inexperienced youth.

The provider is essentially asking a question, to which your answer could be "yes" or "no". There does not need to be anything rude or insulting about clarity. 56 Harrisond has provided the answer that is correct, polite, and clear.

A couple of years ago I hired Travis Thailand from RentMasseur LA, for a couple of massage dates, that turned out to be very very interactive. I later found out (probably on this site) that he has done porn as Travis Yukarin, and also has had an ad on RentMen at times. There is a lot on social media of him as Travis Yukarin in his career as a pole dancer. Very sweet man, a lot of fun, fabulous body. In the '80s I was dating a hot young man who was also dating Al Parker at the same time. At some point Al and I decided to drop the third and go at it, the two of us. Great body, but not surprisingly we weren't that into each other. This was before Al had foreskin reconstructive surgery. Unfortunately they are both dead today, more's the pity.

One of the reasons I like young gentlemen is they give me a window into what's current, and help keep me young, if only by proximity. I have one young man who is a muscle god, tall, dark and handsome, and sizzlingly hot. Every time I see him I look forward to seeing if his hair is long or short, what color(s) it might be, what color his finger and toe nails might be, etc. Sometimes I like the look, sometimes not. But these details are transitory, and to me, just one aspect of the whole package. He says, "I am exploring both my male and female sides, celebrating multiple aspects of gender identity. Ignite your engine and join the journey." At my age I am not going on that journey, but am happy for him that he is free enough to explore.

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I just remembered an instance from back when I was in my 30s. I had a regular masseur who was strictly therapeutic, although I would be nude and he clothed. And he was just my type, but he never gave an hint of more, and I never tried. One time I arrived at his apartment, and his lover greeted me at the street-level door (on a busy cable car street in SF) naked except for a cock ring. I was too dumb to do anything then, but today I would certainly invite the lover to join a 3-way, err, massage.

Check out Modernism Week held in February and October, when the interiors of select houses are open. The same people run Architecture Tours by Modernism Week in season.

Speaking of Mom...some years back I had a masseur who was quite an excellent masseur, and towards the end we always ended up both on the table sucking and jo'ing each other. One time I arrived, and after a usual greeting, he put his index finger up to his lips and said sotto voce, Shhh, my mother is in the next room. This being expensive SF real estate, the next room was only separated by a curtain. We had our same usual excellent massage, our same (quiet) excellent sex, and Mom was presumably no wiser. Because he was able to be so casual about it, it didn't bother me a bit. Years later, the last time I saw him was in a Chinese restaurant, with his Chinese lover, and...the lover's Mom. Ha.

Back in the days when I used to hang out in backrooms, arcades, and sex clubs, I learned not to go during flu season. Experience taught that getting the flu, or a winter cold, was much more likely than VD or AIDS, for which you can take at least some precautions. Likewise, as much as I love kissing, during flu season, I don't want to kiss a provider who may be kissing five people a day. I can't speak for AaronVIP, but when you are getting paid "by the client", flu or a cold much less Covid really put a dent in the income.

Hey, Macys is open 10 AM to 9 PM. If I want to shop there, that's when I go. What's so hard to understand about that? I don't have to know or care about what the clerk is doing from 9 PM to 10 AM, it's none of my business. If I think I absolutely need to buy x or y in other hours, I am free to shop around. In our society, there are lots of choices. If a provider absolutely needs your patronage, he can make himself available according to your schedule. If not, you can adjust to his schedule or shop elsewhere. Simple.

If you shop on RentMasseur, that site is overwhelmingly gay men advertising to gay men. I always pick a masseur who advertises therapeutic, sensual and erotic. I always go to independent masseurs, not a massage parlor. First and foremost, I want a good therapeutic massage. I carefully read the reviews and look for 5 star ratings, and descriptions of an excellent therapeutic massage. I am also looking for a masseur where 90% of the reviews were for erotic massages. That indicates that it's a good bet he expects you to be nude and also expects to give you at least a HE in addition to a therapeutic massage. When I arrive I am super friendly, maintain direct eye contact, get out of my clothes immediately, as we are talking, and walk around naked (go to the bathroom etc). It's called flaunt it. The best masseurs give a great massage, introduce sensual elements throughout, and progress to a great erotic experience sometime during the session. Some will start out in shorts or speedos, but many don't. Also, I have found the more often I see someone, the more connected the whole experience becomes. And let's face it, gay men connect through penises.

Every Thai massage I have had both here and in Thailand has been naked. And if you pick masseurs from say, Rentmasseur, they are overwhelmingly gay men serving gay men. And they get to check off therapeutic, sensual, and erotic. And read the reviews. Choose wisely, and I think you will find out that what you call "extras" are pretty standard, depending on just how far you want to go. By the end of the massage, if not at the beginning, you can expect the masseur to be naked for an erotic massage.

I once had the experience that when I arrived at one of my regular's, his husband was there, and left. When I left, the husband was in the lobby about to get on the elevator to return to the apartment. It did not affect our session, but none of the the three of us were thrilled with this I suspect, and it's never happened again. Mistakes happen.

Don't forget Velvet Video arcade in Waikiki. Like all these places it can be hit or miss. But I have had some great hits there.

A couple of years ago I had a masseur visiting Hawaii who came all over me just after I did. It was a nice surprise. I came back a couple of days later, and before the massage he apologized to me that he couldn't cum because he had another appointment after me. Fair enough. Last appointment of the day was the winner with him.

Like nate_sf, I was brought up to always give a token New Year's gift to service providers...the mailman, hair dresser, cleaning lady, newspaper boy, etc. It's a thank you for a year of good service and a hope for a coming year of good service. For many years I was in a personal service business, and often received a holiday gift from clients. A bottle of decent wine, a box of good chocolates, a gift card, cash...depending on the person. Why ever would a masseur or escort be confused by this?

Gay or straight, pissing with your buds can be a great bonding experience. And once your dicks are all out, who knows what else has been known to happen....