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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.

In the 1960s, I was in my early '20s and living and working in a small town in provincial Iran (this was pre-Islamic Republic days). There was a lot of gay activity in town, and there was a bathhouse where I heard guys went for sex, but I was too nervous to be seen at the bathhouse. One time I was in Teheran with a group of American coworkers, one of whom went to the neighborhood bathhouse for a massage. (In those days all Iranians went to the bathhouse weekly for a bath, massage, and depilatory treatment). Iranians wore a tight fitting bathhouse towel, that was almost like a diaper...keeping the family jewels off limits. Fathers, knowing what masseurs were known for, always accompanied their sons. My friend (who was straight, well hung, and had the biggest balls I had ever seen up to then), not knowing about the bathhouse towel routine, laid down on the massage table, nude, ass-up. The masseur, not knowing Americans were casual about nudity, took this as the sign the customer wanted sex. A few minutes into the massage, the masseur wrapped my friend's hand around the masseur's hot erection. The friend jumped up, threw the masseur out of the room, left and rejoined our group, and relayed this awful experience he just had. As soon as I could inconspicuously leave the group, I made a beeline for the bathhouse, paid my 25¢ for a massage, laid down naked and ass up on the massage table. A few minutes into the massage, the masseur went for the jewels and I let him know I wanted to get fucked. He said that would be another 25¢ to which I readily agreed. After that, whenever I was in Teheran, I would go to different bathhouses to have sex with a variety of masseurs. It was cheap, convenient, professional, and anonymous. Here today it's convenient, professional, and anonymous, just not cheap. But it's worth it.

When I am at home base, I do a lot of research before meeting. My usuals are in their 30s, foreign born, popular, and personally recommended by others on this board, by other providers I know, and well-reviewed. I figure they have a lot more to lose than I do. I always use my real name, phone number, etc. In a first meeting, I try and model genuineness, honesty, and interest in them as a person. I find they usually respond in kind, and more so, as we have multiple meetings. I have been pleasantly surprised at the personal sharing...name, family, jobs or schools, immigration status, love-life, etc. which increases the level of intimacy for me. It also has given me the opportunity to provide real assistance and advice as an older, experienced, connected person just as they provide youth, energy, currency, and sexual energy to me. When I am traveling and it's going to be a one and done, I still do the research and am genuine, but without the thought of developing a real relationship.

Reading others' experiences has jogged loose a long-forgotten memory. When I was a freshman in college in the early 1960s, and deep in the closet, we had art classes, including a couple of sessions that were life figure drawing. The students were about 50 men and 3 women. In the class with a woman model, she was a past-middle aged, overweight model, with lots of character creases and rolls to draw, completely nude. No sexual vibes at all. During the break, she would slip on a translucent lace bed jacket. The next week was a male model. Terrified that I would get a hard on, I wore a jockstrap and underwear under my pants. The model was a probably college aged youth, who looked like he needed the income. He wore a posing strap throughout. During break, he wore the same lace bed jacket. We inadvertently met during the break in the men's room, catching a cigarette. We had a little cat and mouse conversation, but neither of us had the nerve to do what we really wanted, which included getting rid of his posing strap and my jock strap. Interesting how women can be nude, but penises are off limits. I later had a sister-in-law who was a professional artist. She exhibited lots of nude paintings, mostly of women but some of men. She did say that there was no problem exhibiting female nudes, but she had to be careful where she could show the male nudes. Female nudes were "art" but male were sexual. No question which my bf and I preferred.

In the 1980s, when I was around 40, I was a frequent participant at a jack-off club in SF, formed as a safer-sex venue. On one occasion there were photographers from Drummer magazine there, and it was great fun being photographed, and later showing the magazine around to friends. I think all the participants got turned on by being photographed jacking off themselves and others, and several talked about wanting to do more porn. I don't know that anyone actually got into the business based on this experience, however.

I first discovered the magic of massage when I was in my early 20s and living and working in Iran (1960s, before the repressive Islamic government). Everyone traditionally went to public baths, where there were masseurs for hire. A massage was about 25¢. I soon discovered, it was another 25¢ to get fucked. Let's say I had a lot of massages. Then when I was in my 40s (1980s) and living in San Francisco, I had frequent massages for back pain. It wasn't too long before my favorite masseur asked me, "Is it OK if I touch your cock?" From then on, we were both naked on the massage table going at it. My ex-husband, his current husband, and a number of our friends all patronized this hunk. I think the going rate was about $20 "all inclusive." Ten years ago I discovered RentMasseur, and went to see a comely young man who advertised on both RentMasseur and RentMen. I signed up for a one-hour RentMasseur session. At some point, still on my stomach, he rammed his cock up my ass. I was shocked, simply shocked. And sold on the idea that I could pay to get exactly what I want. The rest they say is history.

Karl told me he’d be gone for a week…probably back 2/8 or 2/9.

I doubt the communications are from Froy or Paypal at all...the whole thing smells like a scam to me. While not this particular scenario, I periodically get scam notices from purported companies and vendors that are complete inventions. Just don't answer.

I wonder if the communications are from Froy or Paypal at all...the whole thing smells like a scam to me. While not this particular scenario, I periodically get scam notices from purported companies and vendors that are complete inventions. Just don't answer.

Definitely YES

It's a small world and a lot of escorts and masseurs in town know each other and talk. As I have gotten to know them, several have talked to me about other providers, asked me questions about my experiences with others, amount paid and services rendered, and made recommendations for others I might like (or not). When I asked if they talked about me, the answer was NO. But I don't believe that for a minute.