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Yes I go crazy once I have the perfect session scheduled. I can walk into the room already with a hard on. But that makes the climax all the more...should I say...explosive.

Research. Research. Research. Read their ads very carefully, including between the lines. Psych out their pictures and why they chose them. Set up your criteria that you think makes a good provider for you...age, years of experience, looks, body, percentage masseur vs. percentage escort, reviews, etc. What do you want, what are they selling? Use Companyofmen to do further research. When you think you are serious about a provider, PM on Companyofmen others who have used them, asking very specific questions on things that are important to you. While everyone is different and wants different things, and everyone has good days and bad days, this gives the best chance of success. I learned this after one early experience that put me off from using providers for three years. In retrospect all the signs were there...but I was thinking with my dick not my brain. And even in that case, as I was counting out my money I added a modest tip, just as he was about to ask for one. He was satisfied with a modest tip to match his modest services. It's personal, but I would rather I be the one to take the high road and be (modestly) generous. In any kind of business situation, I chose the path that causes me the least angst...sometimes that is just paying and licking my wounds, in other cases it's putting up an argument. Usually that's to pay what is asked and count myself lucky it's only money. But everybody's different. Oh yes, and I have two reliable providers I go back to time and time again. While variety may be the spice of life, I choose those I know will be fabulous and skip any possible disappointment or drama.

Giving money away responsibly and painlessly takes a little work and a little experience. For many years I have made about $50K/year donations to quality organizations mostly in the $500 to $1000 range, with a few donations of $5,000 or $10,000/yr. I have no problem with having my name published and then getting on lists. With just a few years to go, I am happy if listing my name helps a quality charity recruit other donors. The second most important reason people give to a cause (after a passion for the cause) is "who else gave?" I regard my gifts as an investment in groups I support and want other investors to join in. Organizations who buy lists are typically large national organizations who employ fundraising firms, as described above. (e.g., Father Flanagan's Boys Town. While I snicker at the idea of "Boys Town", I don't regard them as a quality charity.) Those outfits are easy to ignore. Take the ridiculous swag they send and throw the letter in the trash. Among quality charities, paying a fundraiser on commission is considered unethical and sleazy. And any reputable non-profit gives you an easy way to be removed from their lists...they are in the business of friendraising not enemyraising. I don't take phone solicitations. I just say "no thank you" and hang up. (Once you do donate by phone, your are typically on a periodic phone call list. So don't do that.) At my age, my goal is to die broke...you die leaving a million dollars, you lose; you die owing a million dollars, you win. Today I regard my job as giving money away (to a few darling young boys, and to a few high quality charities.) In both cases, it takes research, knowing who else "gives," thus a real value of (CompanyofMen for the boys) and donor lists for the charities.

Both Buffalo and Rochester pretty lame. Much better chances in Toronto, although I haven't been in a while and have no specific recommendations. Be sure and take your passport with you.

Has rimming always been as popular as it is now? I don't know how I missed it, but it was not in my repertory for my first few decades of gay debauchery. I remember being surprised when I first noticed it everywhere in porn. And now I wouldn't have sex without it, both as rimmer and rimmee. Ah, I get hard just imagining the feel of a tongue on my rosebud.

A while back my "straightish" college roommate was visiting me without his wife, we got a little drunk, ended up in bed, he fucked me, and then I blew him for a second round. I proceeded to give him a big kiss with his own cum. After he got over the initial shock of a mouthful of his own jizz I guess he decided he liked it...he comes back for repeats every chance he gets.

I find the idea of twins/lovers incredibly hot...kind of like fucking yourself...the ultimate masturbation. I have definitely jerked off to the Peters twins more than once. Some decades ago, I had a BF who was an identical twin. He said that when they were teenagers his "straight" twin would come back from dates horny and fuck him silly. Fast forward to today and the brother is fat and sloppy, thrice married to women, and my friend is still one hot fuck...I know, we tried it again recently for old time's sake.

Medical procedures in the USA are the most expensive in the world. I had a friend who has had several face lifts in Mexico...but not worth the discount, IMO. I know a couple of people who get their dental work done in Mexico and are happy with it. I also have a friend who had a nose job and some other work done in Seoul a few years ago...excellent results, a fraction of the cost here. It was a high-end luxury clinic...but with Korean prices not American.

I had my eyes done in my mid 40s and the result was dramatic then, and thirty years later I still look "good for my age." I got botox for a few years afterwards, and that helped too. If I had it to do over again I would continue getting touch-ups as I aged, but a dramatic change today would look obvious and silly.

Maybe around 70 I found that I was losing body hair. I never had a lot...one of my first boyfriends used to amuse himself with us lying in bed and he counting my chest hairs. But now I have no chest hair, no armpit hair, and less pubic hair than I once had. My doctor says my testosterone levels are fine, but clearly a switch has gone off somewhere.

I really have found that the "use it or lose it" is true. My pattern is an orgasm a week...with one of my hot young boys, or my right hand...keeps me horny. If I go longer than that, it's a bit "out of sight out of mind." A far cry from the orgies or cluster fucks of my youth, but still delightfully pleasurable.

I have had 3 prostate organisms in 50+ years of getting fucked. Nothing special about the top. But there experience? Exquisite. Rare. Memorable, even though forty or more years ago.

I get Sildenafil 20mg. tablets, 24 for $6.62, from Kaiser pharmacy, 27.5¢ each. Recommended dosage: 3. Glad I take them. I imagine my massage boys are glad I take them also.

One of my first boyfriends had one undeveloped ball. When he was a youth, he got some kind of infection, one testicle blew up like a baseball, and then never grew with the rest of his body. Didn't make any difference...he was the one who taught me lots of what a 20-yr old needed to know about man sex.

I used to go to a sex club that had a vacuum pump room, where there would be a group of guys who brought their pumps and went at it. I never tried a pump on myself but I played with plenty of pumped up cocks. The pumps definitely enlarged the cocks a lot, but they looked and felt somewhat strange...somewhat spongey...huge and erect, but not rock hard on the outside. It's like the rock hard cock was lurking inside a soft outer layer that had expanded due to the vacuum.

My first erotic massage was my first massage period. I was in my early 20's, living in Iran, and visiting with straight American buddies. In those days (1960s) most people went to the public baths, even if they were upper class and had a bathroom at home. Part of the male bath ritual was a masseur scraping your skin with a stirgil and applying a depilatory to the typical hirsute Iranian man, and then an excellent massage. One of the buds went to the neighborhood bathhouse, and came back ranting and raving that, while lying on his stomach, the masseur stretched his arm behind him and closed his hand around the masseur's erect cock ("and it was a fucking little cock."). When Iranian men went to the bathhouse, they wrapped their loins tightly in a long towel made for the purpose, kind of like a diaper, keeping the family jewels out of bounds. When this masseur walked in on the naked (as we would expect) American, he knew what all Iranian men knew, that this was a signal that sex was desired. While my buddy was horrified, I immediately knew what I wanted and how to get it, and as soon as it was politic, took my leave and headed to the bathhouse. I laid face down on the table, naked, and before I left, got fucked by the masseur. In those days a massage was 25¢, and a fuck another 25¢ tip. You can be sure I enjoyed many a bathhouse dalliance for the next couple of years that I was there. I noted that all Iranian men knew this was the deal, and fathers always accompanied their teenage sons to their weekly bathhouse ritual, to be sure there weren't any extras. Not that the teenage sons were't doing each other...girls were essentially locked away in purdah...and what's a guy to do? Despite the reputation that homosexuality was strictly forbidden, like all things that are forbidden, it just means that no one is regulating them since they don't exist, and in fact they are rampant. When in 2007, then-Iranian President Ahmadinejad said in NYC "In Iran, we do not have homosexuals like in your country", all of my gay friends who had lived there were rolling in the aisles laughing. Of course, many of the guys were "situational homosexuals" who only had sex with men until they married a woman. However, there were also plenty of gay guys who were gay, if closeted to one degree or another, and definitely were lifelong adherents to cock.

It really has to do with the skill of the top. I generally prefer smaller, but recently I got fucked by the biggest cock I have ever taken, and it was bliss. We played awhile and got us both ready. He knew the right angle. He went in ever so gradually. And then, wham, bam, I screamed for more. On the other hand, I have had small cocks be very uncomfortable because he hadn't prepared me, the angle was wrong, and the entry was to fast. Try and pick them for their skill, not their size, but learn to enjoy all sizes and shapes. It's the greatest feeling on earth.

I have two boys I regularly see for services. Before and after appointments we always send "really looking forward to it" and "that was really great" texts. We always send each other holiday greetings, give occasional token gifts, discuss real-life issues. While the relationships are at the most basic level transactional, there is an additional level that makes our time together personal experiences.

I have been in Bangkok...it was like RentMen or RentMasseur except you are choosing the real thing in the flesh, just not a photo that may or may not be accurate or recent. And I picked the fuck of my dreams and spent a week together. I'd go in a flash if it were available here.

I also want to say it's the skill more than the size. I have had small diameter cocks really hurt because the angle was wrong and jam into the sides of rectal canal. Cadence is also important...a little at a time, relax, the ring opens, go in more. I recently took the biggest cock (length and diameter) I've ever taken in fifty years of getting fucked and it was fantastic...a skilled escort who knew exactly what he was doing, went slow, and had me begging for more.

Yes same problem. You have to ESTABLISH A RENTMASSEUR ACCOUNT and after it has been accepted, LOG IN to RentMasseur site AND ALSO then use the email function on the RentMasseur site. If you just email them through the RentMasseur site without going through your account, you get the "no record of communication" rejection. They have told me that there has to be a record of communication through their site BEFORE the massage occurs, and not just after to tell the masseur you have reviewed him. It is a huge hassle but I know good masseurs appreciate a good review and the next time you get a massage they will remember and treat you accordingly.

My assumption is that if you’re advertising your feet, you are appealing to foot fetishists, just as if half your photos have your bare ass winking at the camera, you are appealing to tops.

One of the reasons I like Asian boys is that there is a good chance they’re not massive. No guarantees of course…every group has individuals who defy the stereotypes.

I have been to masseurs who do massage on a bed, which is fine as long as they have a head cradle, that fastens between the mattress and the box spring. The width of a massage table is more conducive to fondling the masseur. The bed is more conducive to, well, what one does in bed.

Adam, I love your lips. Love, love, love. I see those beautiful luscious lips and I just know they are made for kissing and sucking my cock. I can almost cum just looking at them. Enjoy them. Lots of other guys will.