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Real life example. When I was a newbie client I contacted a masseur from one of the less sexual gay masseur websites who called himself, lets say, Joe. I expected a professional massage, with a happy ending. What I got instead was a mediocre massage and a cock up my ass. What I did not know was that he also had an escort add under the name Joe. While I am not adverse to the random cock up my ass, this was not what I was expecting and the result was less than perfect. I note he now advertises as Joe on the massage site and Joseph on the escort site in order to differentiate. This all makes sense, although I can't help "Viewing Only" except to say, there are "sites" and there are "sites". Given the fulidity in the definitions of masseur and escort, I can understand there is a definition of "masseur" I understand and a different definitian another may understand. And the recent blurring of "sensual" and "erotic" on Rentmasseur only makes this worse.

I always get patted down as I have titanium knees. I was flying from SFO to Honolulu a couple of months ago and my inner thighs/balls definitely got felt up. First time that has ever happened…I loved it…wish it happened every time!

Yes, Karl is my go-to regular guy...last saw him three weeks ago...he is absolutely tops in every category. DM me is you want more.

I don't know anything about this individual, but I do know that if he was working in a sex business to put himself through school, the last thing he needs as he embarks on his new career is for people to continue circulating his pictures. Thank him in our hearts for any pleasures he provided us, but lets let him move on with his life in new arenas.

When I was growing up in the 1950s, my parents sent me to the Y to learn to swim. It was naked swimming...in those days, bathing suits were wool, with a cotton belt. The lint from them gummed up the filtration systems, so pool swimming was always nude. Everybody was a guy, so there was nothing to think about it. I too am amazed by young guys in the locker room today...perverse. When I went off to college, I was there a couple of days when another guy came in my room looking to borrow some porn,...for an "emergency jerk off" with a bunch of us watching. No one else joined in, but he was happy to perform. Subsequently my more or less straight roommate and I jerked off together most every night.

They undoubtedly did not get permission. Probably, the hot gay night janitor let them in.

Thank you, Damn you, Danny Darko, for reminding me of all the hot undergrads I could have/should have been sucking off but for my damnable closet. They all knew I was gay. If I only I would have admitted it, we we all would have been happier!

It all depends on what you want to do on your vacation and if you are going alone or with someone. If you are looking for night life and/or sex, the only place that you will reliably find that is Honolulu. The other islands are beautiful and relaxing, but very quiet. There is Little Beach (gay nude beach) at Makena State Park on Maui, but again, may not be very busy. Honolulu has gay bars, park cruising, beach cruising, a video blow job arcade, and lots of gay guys. There are escorts and masseurs in Honolulu, but even that scene can be a little iffy because many of them are visitors from the mainland and you never know who will be in town. The escort scene is very iffy on the other islands....check out RentMen and RentMasseur. Also dig around on this site because Hawaii has been discussed multiple times.

When I was in my late '30s, my then-lover and I had the same gay GP. My lover and I were also social friends of the Doc and his lover, but there was never any sexual tension among us. One year, when I went for may annual physical, the Doc found a lump on one of my testicles. At the exam, he was also teaching a (straight) German exchange medical student. Being a thorough Doc, he examined the family jewels in great detail, manipulating them every which way, shining a light through the scrotum, etc. Then it was time for the med student to go through the same procedure, in even more detail since he was learning. As this beautiful bond Teutonic 20-something year-old was going over ever centimeter of my junk, I looked at the Doc, and he gave me a big wink. I cracked up. All above board, but I still think of it every time I see the Doc. Given half a chance, I would have loved to play doctor with that kid.

When I was in my 20s I had many a fine dalliance in the T-room at Bloomies...although not in the fitting rooms...at that age I didn't shop so upscale!

I have had a couple of experiences. When I was just out of grad school I was living in Philadelphia, and preparing to take a cross country trip with my mother. I needed a new bathing suit, and went to a cute little downtown mens' shop. The proprietor was an older gentleman, clearly gay. He sent me to the dressing room, which was upstairs, and said he would bring me suits to try on. He started with the skimpiest of skimpy. He would turn his back, and then check out how it looked (and felt!) on me. Of course I immediately got a hard on, which he was only too happy to take care, swallowing every drop...wouldn't want to soil the merchandise. I ended up with a relatively modest boxer suit. As I traveled with my mother, it amused me when wearing that suit, what she would have thought if she knew how I got it. As an adult, I had a bf who wanted a leather harness with cockring. We went to MR S Leather in SF and tried on harnesses, me on my knees getting him hard for the full effect, as the clerk helped. This was half out of the dressing booth, in the aisle where all could see. But this being Folsom Street Week in San Francisco, hardly anyone bothered to check out the action...as everyone shopping was undoubtedly preparing for their own piggy times.

I used to do 1 hr first time, and if it was good, 90 minutes thereafter. However if he is well reviewed on C.O.M. and I perhaps had some positive private chat with the reviewer, I go right to 90 minutes.

I have to second LaffingBear. San Francisco and San Jose are very different places in very different locations. It makes no sense to travel between them for a couple of hours meet up. Do your research.

Asterisk’s comments are right on. The name “The Deli” is insiders speak. And the description is more about what it isn’t than what it is. Perhaps rename it “Specific Providers in the US and Canada “ and follow with the description as Asterisk suggests. How is it different from “Spas & Masseurs”? By Provider do you intend to mean escorts and by Masseur do you intend to mean individuals who are primarily masseurs with all the inherent wiggle room there is in those definitions? And how about the little used category of “Male Strip Clubs.” Isn’t this really about “Venues “ …but then how does it differ from half of “Spas and Masseurs “. And what does the title Daddy’s Den” mean and help with understanding the categories? I love COM and am really grateful to those of you who do so much work to keep it up. But I find the organization very confusing. My 2 cents.

Saw him twice a couple of years ago when our travel schedules meshed. Would definitely see him again if we are in the same city. Warm, intelligent, personable, and hot. Fine massage, terrific extras.

In my experience, the guidebooks to Europe call it darkroom; in the US it's more typically backroom. Anyway, as the bard said, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet". I have had some great times in them.

Speaking of hotels not caring what you do in your room, when I was young I used to stay in cheap hotels in Paris...there were many hotels in tourist friendly neighborhoods, in fine old Hausmannian buildings, with formerly luxurious rooms now a little shabby, that had not yet been "Americanized"...iffy elevators, no room service, etc. One time I was coming back from a sex club at four in the morning and had to ring the bell as there was no doorman and they locked up at night. After ringing many times, a naked guy finally stood up behind the front counter, and buzzed me in. Then his naked trick for the night stood up next to him. If I hadn't been fully sexed out, we probably could have had a three-way right behind the counter. And they would hardly have been shocked if I'd had a companion with me.

Why would a hotel care who you are fucking in your room? A major purpose of hotels has always been a place for guys to be getting a little on the side. Believe me, you won't be the only one there doing the same thing. Pay your bill. Don't cause any hassle. Don't destroy the room. In less you are staying in a mom and pop run by religious fanatics, they don't care who you're bopping in there...which reminds me, in the 1960s when I was maybe 20, my "roommate" and I and two girls took a weekend trip and went to check into a small rural motel, asking for two rooms. The female inkeeper said "I don't rent to unmarried couples". We had to convince her we were not two couples but "two boys and two girls, and the boys would be in one room and the girls in another". She relented. And that's what we did. This was in the era before "gay" would have ever entered her mind, and grand old times were had in each room.

It may also be some of these guys think they still look like that. This is what friends (or maybe, COM commenters) are for...to tell you when you are fooling yourself when you think you actually look like you did twenty years ago. We've all known folks like this. I see naked 60-year olds walking around on the streets in the Castro, and think, "Girl, don't you have any friends who will give you a full length mirror?"

When I try a new masseur whose ad I find particularly hot, I am tempted to show up wearing a cockring. Other clients done this? How did things work out? Masseurs, what do you think? Good idea or bad?

Yes it pays to think with your big head not your little head. Every gone away for a weekend with a friend you thought you really knew but did't? Even without the dynamics of sex, much less the escort/client dynamic, try it out first.

It could also mean "I don't normally clean out before sessions. If you want me to bottom, you'd better warn me." I would always be clear in setting up the appointment who's top and who's bottom if you want it to go there.

When I was in my early 30s I had a regular masseur whom I met at his apartment...strictly legit, but only because I didn't know any better. One time when I arrived, his husband answered the street door, wearing only a cock ring. I would have loved a 3-way with those two, but I was too naive at the time to pursue the idea. A few years later, when I arrived at the apartment of my then-regular masseur/escort, he met me at the door and said "My mother's in the other room, so we have to be quiet". The "other room" was through an archway with a curtain across...no door, much less a lock. We did our usual massage followed by sex, him joining me on the massage table, and him reminding me "shhhh" at the moment of truth so mother wouldn't hear. I thought it was funny at the time..."look what we got away with." I'm not 30 anymore and today I definitely want to know in advance if there is someone else there. A couple of years ago when I arrived at my then- regular masseur's one-room studio, his newish lover was there, and left when I arrived. The masseur apologized and said it was a one-time occurrence. When I left afterwards, the lover was in the lobby watching me get off the elevator and looking none too pleased. It really irritated me. If the lover had wanted to join in 3-way it would have been a different thing. Somehow, those two worked it out because the lover was never in sight again during massages, I am glad to say.

I was an acquaintance of a provider who advertised muscle worship...by which he meant no touching...all he was selling was letting his clients look at him and jerk off...no touching either way. As one can imagine, this ended up in some unpleasant encounters for everyone concerned...no one quite imagined that is all they were going to get. Not surprisingly he ran out of clients quickly and moved in search of clients from the Castro to Manhattan to Wilton Manors to Hillcrest...where he seems to have disappeared. Yup, you'd better be specific.

How many husbands do I have? One at a time, mostly. The others are just hookups.