Whippoorwill

Yes, the powerful and the wealthy have never given monogamy much shrift...kings, popes, presidents all kept lovers...Jefferson had a black slave mistress, Lincoln it seems had male lovers, and we know about FD Roosevelt, Kennedy, Clinton, Trump in the recent past. Likewise the poor never were held back by middle class societal norms. It is only the middle class that purports to take "marriage vows" seriously (with remarkably little success). And fortunately, having broken a greater stricture, many gay men allow themselves the natural freedom that most humans require.

Spouses/long term partners provide constancy, intimacy, friendship, emotional support, etc. And at first they provide hot sex. But all things get old. As constancy, intimacy, friendship, and emotional support age, they can age like a fine wine. As sex gets old, it ages like a rotting fish. Openness to sidepieces, whether hired or not, provides the thrill of the chase, someone new and different, new and different sex techniques, the get down and dirty, etc. In my experience both are necessary and both can be concurrent. The problem comes in the English language where we only have one word for love..and therefore one definition for these feelings...the first definition above. I need and want and have that, but I also the other. The French have amour, love; amitie, friendship; luxure, desir lascif, vigueur, lust. So, Frenchjuris, yes it can and does work. In fact, it's the only way longterm relationships work, in my experience.

I live in San Francisco where there are many providers who were born in Asia and grew up in families with the values of the old country. These are the young men I am attracted to and who provide wonderful service to this old goat. My observation is that the next generation tend to be wholly Americanized. Sigh.

I go for twunks, but in fact I don't care how old the "boy" actually is...If he looks and acts the part, that's all I care. If he looks 25 but is actually 40, I don't care. However if he posts pictures of him at 25 when he looks 40, I care a lot. It helps that I go for Asians, who tend to maintain youthful looks longer than many others, and, in their culture, age is often revered. Works all the way around.

Never. Since one of my favorites told me about this site two years ago, checking here is always a part of my due diligence.

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In general, I have found that experienced guys with massive endowments know how to fuck...they appreciate the value of foreplay, they pace the entry, they sweet talk you through the process, they give you time to open up before they start jackhammering, etc. because they know if they don't, it's not going to happen. Some of the more painful experiences I have had were with thinner cocks, which if aren't inserted straight, they bang against the side walls of the rectum. Ouch. Whereas, if the cock is as big around as the rectum, there is only one way to go deep and that is straight in.

In the winter of 2019, I was in India for month, and made sure to be in Mumbai for Gay Pride weekend. This was the first year after homosexuality had been legalized in India, and there was a huge parade with lot of handsome men (think dark and handsome) and exotic drag queens, as well as a number of parties. I was amused that many people photographed me, the old white guy marching with them in the parade. I also spent some energy seeing who I could pickup in my travels around town. One day I was on a (very crowded, as always) commuter train when a middle aged Indian and I caught each other's eye. Standing on a crowded train, it was easy to grab some cock with no one noticing. At one point, he motioned for me to get off, and said meet at the gent's at the next station, a place he regularly visited. We did, but it was a small restroom and too busy for my taste (sic) to do more than cop a look or two. So he motioned me outside, and took me to a complex of four-story walk-up apartment houses in a garden, that amazingly for India, was not walled, nor did it have a doorman/guard as most such places do. This was clearly a regular place for his trysts, and we walked in, and went at it in one of the stairwells (that took me back to memories of my freshman dorm where the top floor stairwell was a usual spot for a tryst). We both got off, and only got interrupted once by a resident of one of the apartments, who amazingly never gave us a second look. This married man was hot for a date at my hotel, especially when he found out I was staying at the Oberoi. There however the entrance was well guarded, and anyway, I wasn't as hot for him as he was for me, so I demurred. Our meeting did give me the idea of train station t-rooms (and juicy memories of t-rooms in Grand Central, Penn Station, and multiple stations in London and Paris) so I headed to the neo-gothic Victoria Terminus, now called the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, and probably the largest and busiest train station in India. Right where all the trains terminate, there is the t-room to beat (sic) all t-rooms. When you walk in, there are two rows of urinals back to back, of probably 75 to 100 urinals each. The first 50 maybe are people doing what they are supposed to be doing...the farthest 50 in each row were 100% jerk and suck. And a constant supply of new meat, as 40 tracks of trains disgorge tens of thousands of (mostly) men going to and from work. I could hardly finish with one guy before his cock got replaced by another. Because of the culture, most homosexual men in India have traditionally been married to women. But as we all know, a guy has to be a guy, even if it is for five minute quickies. As an old t-room queen, this was heaven, and brought me back to the station several days in a row.

My schedule is very erratic...every day is different. I like to get appointments locked in several days in advance, and then stick to them. I also see a small stable of regulars. I want them to be successful and stay in the business. I understand that they all have lives, other clients, other obligations, and they want to schedule their time efficiently just as I do. Typically I will send out a session request on Sunday, giving my availability during the week, and ask them to pick. They pick. I confirm. We have a date that works for each of us. On very, very rare occasions, either a provider or I have had another possible appointment come up, and we ask to reschedule. Since we each respect each other and understand we each have busy lives, it has always worked out. Works like a charm.

I am ancient, but have always liked guys in their 20s...old enough to be legal, but young enough to be a boy. I hire providers who mostly claim to be, e.g., 29. (Ever notice how many claim to be 29 for years on end?) Old enough to be experienced, good at sex, but still look like a boy. While I don't care what the actual age number is, when their looks start slipping from boy to man, even a very good looking man, my interest wanes. Fortunately for me, I particularly like Asians, who can look and feel much younger than their actual age.

In the 1970s when it was just (barely) becoming acceptable to mention things gay in the popular press, there was an interview with a Levi's executive in Time or Newsweek. When asked, to what do you attribute the popularity of your product? he answered, "We say it's because they wear so well, but we know it's because they show such a good basket." 501's, of course.

I was on a trip with my husband, visiting his family, so my time and choices were limited. I picked a RM masseur who wasn't 100% my type, but I thought, what the heck. He was also traveling, and as I undressed in his hotel room, when I dropped trou, he came over and grabbed my balls and said "Wow, really nice nuts." I thought "Wow, this is going to be good." Ten minutes into the massage, he said "you don't really want a massage do you?" since my hands and tongue were all over him. We spent the rest of the hour going at it, and I got the fucking of my life from probably the biggest cock I've ever taken. "Wow."

Sounds like someone(s) need to teach that baby to bottom with pleasure...I wish I had learned sooner than I did. An exquisite pleasure every man should learn to enjoy.

While not a provider myself, I have always considered being called a "pig" a badge of honor.

- A small, curated set of recent photos ( I don't need to see 20 shots of you taken the same day in the same place) that give a well-rounded sense of your features. - Photos taken by someone else, not selfies. I want to know there is at least one other person in the world who knows how you earn a living. - Photos appropriate to the level of services you are offering (level of dress, pose, etc.) - Smiling photos...this is supposed to be fun. - A well written write up that gives me a sense of who you are and how the session will go – including correct grammar, spelling, punctuation. And if you are a recent arrival and not a native English speaker, that you have had some help from someone who is. - Any specialities you think you have that sets you apart (physical and services/styles). - Any limitations, preferences as to clients. - Age stated should be beliveable when we meet. - Price for the services described in your write-up. - Mapped location that is accurate to the neighborhood where you are located. - A number of excellent reviews appropriate to the length of time you say you have been in the biz. - No snippy replies to any bad reviews. In short, does the ad give me confidence that you will be who you portray yourself to be and that I can expect the level of services you described for the price you quote? That is, when I leave will we both be happy?

Interesting how often this topic appears in discussions. When I was a twinkie in training in the 1970s, the subject was never brought up. Sure, sometimes there was a little brown when he or thee pulled out, but you chalked it up to a minor occupational hazard. Twice in my experience, once with one of my bottom FBs and once with a random trick, Mt Vesuvius erupted. Not pleasant, but rare, and just one of those things. Today douching appears to be de riguer. Have our diets gotten that much worse...or have we become more squeamish...or is it just with the internet we can have wide discussions that we previously couldn't? After going decades with never douching once, today I 100% do if I think I'll get nailed. And by the way, I happily use a "Du" brand enema bulb, made specifically for us, that has an air-gap back flow preventer so you don't pump yourself full of air.

I have a friend, gay gringo, who has a landscape business. Many years ago he hired a day laborer from a street corner to work in his business. Soon the worker's two cousins joined the team. As years went on the business prospered, my friend learned Spanish, his workers learned English, and they became friends as well as colleagues, spending Christmas dinner etc together. While they are paid under the table, they are paid the going wage and he pays 100% of their health care. Last year he bought them a truck and pays the insurance. The original worker went back home with enough money to build a house for him and his parents, and my friend went down to visit for a month. My friend's workers are the beneficiaries of his will. Gay boss, straight workers (they share tales of their personal sexual exploits but just tales...no sex ever considered on either part). Boss is happy. Workers are happy. Clients are happy. Desperately poor immigrants are becoming lower middle class little by little, they are learning new skills, they are doing work few native born Americans would do, they are lifting their families back home out of poverty, and it's not costing the taxpayers a dime.

Rather than a dildo, you might try a graduated series of butt plugs. Starting with small, you slip one in at home in bed, and go about your day with it in...stretching you out, getting you used to the feel of a visitor in your butt, and maybe even keeping you semi-hard all day. Better than how my first lover taught me in the 1970s...on the kitchen floor covered with newspapers, a cucumber, and a bottle of canola oil.

I can remember back in the 1980s (?) there was an article in the national straight media that the typical gay man had 325+ (?) sex partners in his life. I think this came from a quote from Cleve Jones (who went on to be featured in the movie MILK). The next morning, they were selling T-shirts on Castro Street, enblazoned with "325 AND COUNTING' or some such number. Ever since then I have worked to ensure that I far exceed this modest goal before I depart.

21 yr old - fail newly on RM - fail straight - fail unbelievably claims to speak 16 languages - fail a straight guy who claims to kiss - not likely - probable fail no reviews - fail I hope you didn't lose too much money.

21 yrs old? "I'm obsessed with staying fit, keeping it sexy, and making every moment count. When I'm not turning heads....." ? $600? I wait a couple of years, and see if he's still around and learned that he's not god's gift to mankind.

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