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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.

If its important that you make your next flight, I would get a hotel room at the airport and import a masseur who is well reviewed on this site. Then you can relax and spend whatever time you and your man arrange without the traffic anxiety.

It’s pretty simple…either it keeps getting better, or there aren’t future sessions.

Here's somebody, at least, who thinks a dog could benefit the tryst. Methinks he needs to rerun his experiments with an escort. "How dogs make teens feel less anxious - The beneficial relationship is much more than skin deep. The Economist December 20, 2025 "Dogs have been a part of human society for over 20,000 years. Whereas they first served people by supporting hunters, it did not take long before they became part of the home. Companion dogs may not help secure food, but for years evidence has mounted that they help diminish anxiety and improve sociality. Research led by Kikusui Takefumi at Azabu University in Japan, published recently in iScience, explains what might be going on. It reveals that the microbes found in the guts of dog owners are notably different from those who do not own dogs and that this is, at least partially, responsible for the behavioural differences. "The brain does not exist in isolation. The microbes found elsewhere, particularly in the gut, produce chemical compounds that influence how the brain works. Those microbes are heavily affected by diet, but are also shaped by factors like stress, pollutants and exercise. Dr Kikusui knew from his own research that having a dog influenced the microbiota of the human gut, too. With this in mind, he wondered if microbe transfer from dogs might be helping confer psychological benefits on owners. Keen to find out, he set up an experiment with 343 participants in Tokyo. "Dr Kikusui specifically worked with teenagers. His reason for this was because adolescence is a crucial period of brain development, when social interactions often have lasting mental effects; if microbes from dogs were reducing teen anxiety and increasing teen sociality, then this would yield long-term benefits. He and his colleagues therefore psychologically analysed 96 teens who were dog owners and 247 teens who were not. As expected, dog owners suffered from fewer social problems. More specifically, they showed reduced aggression, diminished delinquent behaviour and less social withdrawal. "Dr Kikusui and his colleagues then collected saliva samples from the participants and noted that several variants of Streptococcus and Prevotella 7 bacteria were significantly more abundant in samples from dog owners. They further found that participants within whom these key microbe variants were rare also tended to have more delinquent behaviours. This finding suggested that microbes, added to the human gut by dogs, may be influencing the brains of their owners in healthy ways. "The ideal next step for Dr Kikusui would have been to infuse dog microbes into the bodies of non-dog-owning teens. Since that is an ethically grey area he worked instead with mice. He cultured microbe samples from both groups of teens in the lab and fed them to 24 mice. After six weeks, he monitored them as they were put through a series of murine sociality tests, which included examinations of how long they spent sniffing unfamiliar mice and how close they would get to a distressed mouse that had previously been their cage-mate. "Remarkably, mice carrying the microbes of teen dog owners spent up to 14 seconds sniffing unfamiliar mice whereas mice carrying the microbes of teens without dogs spent a paltry six seconds doing so. A similar result played out with the distressed mouse test—mice with the microbes of teen dog owners often spent more than 21 seconds checking on the distressed mouse while the other mice never spent more than three seconds doing so. Dr Kikusui admits that making direct comparisons between murine and human behaviour is not ideal, but his findings nonetheless indicate that the microbiotic changes brought about by dog ownership influence the brain. If the conclusions hold, it seems that the path to a healthier mind may begin not with introspection, but with a nuzzle and a few licks."

Generally, when the masseur is working at the head of the table and his dick is in my mouth.

From Liubit, above: "I keep simple but accurate records both of my hires and my non-commercial hookups, so here goes my rundown for 2025:" ........... "- City: Hong Kong" Ah, now I know whence come all the great pictures you post in the Legacy Gallery under "Today I feel like having Asian..." ...which some of us feel like having every day.

I have always been a morning guy. At night when I hit the bed, I want to sleep. I also find there is more availability in the mornings, and don't get rushed out for the next client. On the other hand, the last appointment of the day can result in an extra hot sticky gift is there's not another client to save it for.

Hires - 11x total (would have been more except I was laid up for 3 months...typically once every three or four weeks when at home, and several times when on vacation [none in 2025]) 1 - 1 time (he retired) the other - 10 times Where I met them all outcalls (their place) Cities where I met them (SF is my homebase) SF Where they're based SF Where they're originally from 1 from Japan the other from Taiwan Their advertised positions Mother taught me to never kiss and tell Base hourly rate ditto

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I don’t think Al Parker (Drew as I knew him) escorted. At one time, he and I were both dating the same twink. Then we decided to eliminate the middleman and the two of us got together. His body and cock were both memorable…indeed almost too perfect. Alas, neither of them are still with us.