Whippoorwill

I sympathize with Misterhumphries. Training and licensing to become a masseur is difficult and expensive, and those with the skill and credentials deserve the credit and not be confused with sex workers. That being said, in America we are so uptight about anything sexual (damn those Puritans) that we forget...as my wonderful masseur (with a boatload of professional credentials) says, "Every massage I give is therapeutic, sensual, and erotic." He understands that whole body healing includes sexual healing, and that my anus and penis need it as much as my shoulders. He does get irate, and refuses to book, a session for "sex." He only does the full body massage, and "full" is full.

When visiting Honolulu I have found the only sure thing is hiring a provider, and just hope the man of your dreams is visiting the same time you are. Otherwise I always find some satisfaction at Velvet Video, although the management pushes you to stay in a booth and keep the videos playing.

Dinoseur in my man. Never fails to please in every possible way. Check the RentMasseur reviews. He doesn't always check in on RentMasseur, and occasionally has let his ad lapse. But here is around and working.

Reading some of these hot stories reminds me, some years ago my then-current fuck buddy and I were in "Mr. S Leathers" in San Francisco shopping for a new harness with cockring for him. He got naked in the dressing room, curtain open, while the clerk and I "fitted" him and made sure the cockring was the right size when he was fully hard and ready to shoot. Funny thing, the other clerks and numerous customers hardly batted an eye. Gotta love San Francisco!

When I came out I just expected that everyone did everything. Why would I turn down anything? In bed, sometimes I would top, sometimes I would bottom, often we would flip. In T-rooms and bookstores it is mostly jerk off and oral. Occasionally at the baths or in the bedroom someone would say "no" to something...mostly bottoming. I was probably 35 before I heard of the concept of "tops" and "bottoms". While I had nights I really wanted to get fucked and nights I wanted to be the top, it was mostly fluid and depended on my need at the moment or the cock/asshole I was presented with. Over time I really embraced by bottomness. Although, every once in a while I still want to top. Over time I learned that some people don't fuck or get fucked, something that I suspect increased in the age of AIDS. Just recently my toppy husband told me about the term "sides"...something he learned on one of the sleaze sites he is on. To each his own.

I am sure you're going to get loads of answers for this question, from A to Z. Me? The best preparation is a regular good diet with lots of fibre, so the stool is solid. Period. The last four times I've been fucked have been when I didn't expect it at all, and had done no special preparation. And no complaints. A little history. When I was 20something, my first boyfriend demanded I become a better bottom and not be squeamish about pain, by stretching myself out. He was much more experienced than I, but in those days neither of us knew about dildos or enemas. He took me to the neighborhood greengrocer, we picked out two cucumbers, medium and large, and he spread newspapers out on the kitchen floor, gave me a bottle of cooking oil, and left for a couple of hours. When he came back, I was ready to be fucked silly. No enema, no shit. Over the years, both topping and bottoming, there has seldom been an issue. Sometimes a little brown on the cock, but hey, that's just part of being gay. Twice in my lifetime there have been disasters of massive diarrhea during the deed (once when I was topping, once when I was bottoming). Definitely ended the session and in both cases we were too embarrassed to see each other again. That kind of diarrhea I think is mostly caused by emotional not physical reasons, at least for me. (I used to have a boyfriend with whom I would have rows, and invariably I would end up on the toilet with massive diarrhea.) It is only in the last decade or so that I see a lot of talk about enemas and I have become apprehensive and started doing an enema when I have a date where I expect to get fucked. I have a "Du" brand enema bulb. It uniquely has a long tip inside the bulb that draws water from the bottom of the bulb, rather than also filling you with air from the top of the bulb (leading to ongoing farts). So today, I of course always watch my diet. Shit first. Get in the tub, fill the Du with warm water, go into the doggy style bottom position, squirt in as much water as I can, wait a few minutes. Evacuate into the tub drain. Repeat all. Stick your fingers in and be sure they and the water comes out clean. Good to go. All this being said, a good diet is the best way to have a solid stool and a clean fuck. I suspect what happened to you with the Fleets enema disaster was that you squirted water in beyond the rectum and into the sigmoid colon. That then liquifies the contents of the colon, which then flow into the rectum, and disaster. Been there, done that, but fortunately when I was alone.

Hey, I am old, saggy, and not physically attractive to any young muscleboy, which is my type. But I do pretty well. It's trying to be a nice person, treating them with courtesy, dignity, and respect; showing interest in them and their pleasure, learning what gets and keeps them hard. Young men can bring beauty, energy, new ideas techniques, and sexual prowess. An old coot like me has none of these anymore, but I can bring maturity, experience, patience, judgement, and financial resources. We need them and they need us. Don't sell yourself short.

In both cases I mentioned, I had booked a massage through RentMasseur with a masseur who advertised "Therapeutic, Sensual, Erotic" with no discussion of what it actually entailed or extras. In one the case, the masseur started to ask for a tip as I was counting out his money, and said "Oh OK" when he saw I added a 20% tip, and he was happy. So yes he expected a tip. I was a little irritated only because he wasn't that considerate a top. With the Hawaii boy, I think it just evolved out of what we were both into, fucking was the natural next step, and neither of us expected there would be a tip. We were both happy enough with the sex.

I rarely tip, almost always write a good review, and cum back again and again. This allows a more tailored experience to develop. I only go to sole practitioners who are free to set their rates and keep 100% of it. And the service just keeps getting better and better, until it doesn't. When I used to go to a spa where the masseurs were employees, I tipped the recommended amount.

I ordinarily select certified masseurs on RentMasseur who have provocative photos and advertise Therapeutic, Sensual and Erotic massages, and have a posted rate from around $160 to $200. That has 90% of the time resulted in a good to great massage and lots of mutual play, a hand job, and orgasm. Many will let me suck them. Mutual sucking has only come with repeated visits, and sometimes not at all. I have one boy who cums but only for the last customer of the day. I have sometimes been fucked by the masseur. One was a masseur who advertises on both RentMasseur and Rent.Men. I paid the RentMasseur rate. Another who advertised only on RentMasseur asked for a tip as I was paying...I was going to tip anyway for the fucking. He subsequently advertises both on RentMasseur and Rent.Men. BTW, if the RentMasseur ad quotes the rate is "Ask" I figure that is for a la carte escort services.

Years ago there was an extremely well-endowed guy who lived at the Y and we would jack each other off in the showers and steam room etc. Then we graduated to going back to his room where he immediately made moves to fuck me. I said, "You're not going to fuck me with that huge thing." He replied, "It's the only thing I've got." Well, suffice it to say what I thought was "too big" wasn't, and I learned to love that thing many times over. Fast forward to last year, I was with a super-endowed masseur/escort who was also visiting Hawaii and I quickly turned the massage into sex. After playing around for a while he said "How would you like to get fucked?" I said I would love it, but didn't think I could take it...that I had never been fucked by such a huge cock. We tried and I did...made my whole body feel "full." I was sore but walking on clouds for days, and if we ever end up in the same city again, I'll go for seconds. So no, there is no such thing as "too big."

Growing up in the late 1940s and 1950s, bathing suits were wool, with cotton belts. They shed a lot of lint in the water, and jammed up the filters in swimming pools. Thus naked swimming was required at the YMCA and other athletic clubs. Even in college in the '60s there were gang showers and the WCs cubicles were doorless. And as others have commented, Europeans are much more casual about the human body than Americans...here the right-wing conservative religious fundamentalists have seized the day. My local Y put up shower curtains on the shower stalls around five years ago...I complained and they said people were requesting it. What a crazy society.

Many years ago I went to a upscale mens' clothing store in Philadelphia. The clerk, and older gentlemen, and I were the only ones in the store at the time. He brought me pair after pair of ever-smaller suits to try on, helping me with them on and off. After I picked the one, he sucked me off. Successful all the way around.

I have cum three times in my life, hands free, while I am getting fucked. It cums suddenly, with no warning, with great pressure, and leaves a feeling of tremendous contentment that lasts for hours. Has been decades since this happened, but I keep trying

Not only is Dubai overflowing with money, it is overflowing with horny young single men in the country alone...with limited ability to hook up with woman... 89% of the total UAE population are expats. 69% of the UAE population are male. Plus Dubai is chock-a-block with airline stewards...the airport is the world's busiest in international traffic volume. And both a cause and effect, guys are flying in from all over the mideast and Europe to party in this relatively open (for that part of the world) society. Escort heaven. I know. I have been there and had a great time. You just have to have a VPN to find the action and be discrete in public. Oh and did I mention, a lot of Emirati men are gorgeous.

My first glory hole experience was as a college student in Greenwich Village in the 1960s. I spotted a porn bookstore with a steady stream of guys going in. I explored and found everyone going to the back room, filled with booths. There was no entry fee, and no pressure to keep feeding the video. As soon as I entered a booth, a mouth appeared at a hole in the wall. Zoweee! I was hooked and have been enjoying them ever since. For me the advantages are the ability to suck a bunch of different guys, no pressure to continue if it's not going anywhere, the ability to hold back and not cum until you've had your daily fill, and enjoying cocks you might not go home with, and vice versa. I also sometimes fuck or get fucked through a gloryhole, but prefer to do that two to a booth for a more intimate experience.

My first massage, ever, was when I was 23 and an American living in Tehran. This when the Shah was in the process of modernizing the country, before the Mullahs dragged Iran back a thousand years into the dark ages. A group of American buddies and I were together, when one of our friends came back from a bath house infuriated that the masseur had put the make on him. Well, I already knew, from young Iranian friends, that gay sex was rampant in Iran, where boys and girls were strictly kept apart. What's a teenage boy to do to get his rocks off? But the bathhouse culture was unknown to me so anything was unexpected. At my first opportunity, I went to the same bathhouse and paid (the same) 25¢ for a massage. At that time, (1967) many private houses did not have bathrooms and visiting the bathhouse was a necessary as well cultural practice. A straight Iranian man would wrap himself in a towel that was provided, which kept the jewels and the bum off limits. I of course, laid naked on the massage table. The masseur took one look, went for the goods, and demanded another 25¢ and we went to town. I was only too happy to pay. This of course began the period when I began indulge in the lifelong wonderful joys of bottoming. Over the years as an American out-gay, I have had all kinds of relationships with casual tricks, lovers, masseurs, fuckbuddies, etc. A few years ago, when I needed something new and exciting, I went to a provider on RentMasseur who turned out to be more "rent" than "masseur." After a long time on my stomach and wondering when he was going to ask me tot turn over, his cock was in my ass and pumping. Oh my! A long way of saying, yes, something unexpected. Now, I try and set things up for the same result but more expected. We all need connection. Sex is a great connector. Yes, let's have a great massage. Let us enjoy each other's bodies. And let's have great connected sex. And yes please fuck me. At my age and financial situation, I am happy to pay a young man...it meets his needs and mine.

When I pay for an hour I want an hour. When I pay for 90 minutes I want 90 minutes. When I pay for a real massage I want a real massage by a trained and credentialed masseur plus at a minimum a happy ending. I have learned that it pays to select a masseur with a formal certification. The others...tend to be escorts who may or may not have any skill or interest in massage and may expect it's a ten minute happy ending session, period. If your picking them off a gay site, like RentMasseur on which they can check off Therapeutic, Sensual, or Erotic, they know what they are offering and you know it too. Great massage, check. Sensual time together, check. Erotic experience, check. And if you like him and respect him and treat him well, and come back again and again, you will care about each other. With the right person, it will be a wonderful experience that stimulates the mind, the heart, and the senses. When I was twenty, that was the deal with another twenty year old. Now that I am at "a certain age", the money lubricates the deal with the twenty-something year old. Fair enough. We both leave happy.