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I stay away from anyone in their 20s/anyone who's only been in the business a couple of years. While I like the young bucks physically, I find 30s a better combination of youth and maturity. Young enough that they aren't jaded but old enough to know the score. Been around the block a few times. Be skilled while realizing that they're not god's gift to the world. Understand that they're in a service industry. Are serious about their career and have a business model that works for both parties. Know how to communicate, make good on their commitments, and care about delivering the whole product.

I haven't been there since before Covid, but Oersted Park was always pretty active, in the bushes and a festive T-room.

Keep an eye on the RentMen/Rentmasseur ads...the local supply is thin, but there is a changing supply of visiting providers in and out of Honolulu, especially. I think you will find most of the action in Oahu...the other islands tend not to have the action you find in a city. Little Beach in Makena State Park Maui is nude and is usually good for a blow job or two in the jungle paths.

Many years ago, as a 40-year old, I was driving my mother to Florida for the winter, and stopped in an indifferent hotel in downtown Savannah. While we were checking in, the 20-something year old desk clerk was rubbing his cock against the desk and giving me the eye. Mom went to our room with the bell hop, and I said I would follow shortly. The clerk went to the men's room in the lobby, and I followed, for a great quickie. Afterwards I asked if he didn't want to take me to a vacant room when his shift was over. He said no, his mother was picking him up. Ha. I do have to say I really liked Savannah.

For me, attitude is key to maintaining the fantasy that not only do we have a hot sexual experience but that he actually wants to, for something other than the money.

When I was growing up in the 1950's and taking swimming lessons at the Y or the local Recreation Department pool, swimming was always naked. At the time, bathing suits were made of wool, with cotton belts, and the relatively primitive (by today's standards) filtering equipment easily got clogged. Thus the nudity. At least that is how people today explain away this highly erotic practice. Boy scout camp was on a natural lake...no filters there...but no suits allowed either. By the time I was 13 or 14, this was hugely exciting...decades later, I can still remember specific cocks...their size, their color, their shape...and what I wanted to do with them. Today at the Y, young guys slip off their shorts under a towel, like girls changing on the beach. Bizarre. And disappointing.

To answer the comment about not having such a place in San Francisco, we did. The Nob Hill Cinema, having been around at least since the '60s, closed in 2018 when the owners, a gay couple, retired. While the operations and quality varied over time, the main room had a stage and lap dances. Depending on the dancer, and how frequently you stuffed dollar bills in their socs, I had many a fine time not just touching but sucking cock, fingering, etc. the dancers. And when the dancers were't on stage, there was plenty of audience on audience fucking and sucking. The building has been sold to an orthopedic surgeon who intends to replace it with his medical clinic and housing above, although no progress yet. The City declared the building an "historic resource" in 2021, requiring retention of some parts of the facade, historic photos, and the exterior blade sign (but not the existing wording, "Come Touch our Junk." Sigh.

Big nuts were always my claim to fame. Lots of guys go crazy over big nuts. And with age, gravity takes place and your ears get longer, your nose gets longer, and your ball sack gets longer. I'm to the point that I can't wear tight pants comfortably. I guess this is god's way for making up for your cock getting smaller as you age. I look at the young kids today in the locker room and in porn and I can't believe all the huge cocks and balls today.

Fewer and fewer....

I had an upper and lower blefaroplasty when I was 42, to great result. I remember after I had it, for months I kept a diary of people's comments... "you look so rested"..."you look great"..."have you done something different with your hair?" etc. I don't know if anyone other than my close friends, whom I told, guessed the truth. Now decades later, while I obviously look much older, people still can't believe how old I actually am. My eyes have stayed much younger than my chronological age, and give an overall younger appearance. One funny sidelight...the first time I tricked after the operation and got a load of cum in the face, eyes closed, it got in my eyes. The lids were so shortened for a while they didn't quite close tight enough to be waterproof. The trick was an 18 year old, with a huge load, who undoubtedly did not guess my age, even the morning after. I laughed about that for a long time.

Back on the original topic, in a review of the book An Honest Woman, a Memoir of Love and Sex Work, by female sex worker Charlotte Shane, I noted the following quote: "...suggesting that it’s possible to feel a type of love for a person with whom intimacy is, at its base, a financial transaction — even if you don’t fully understand the extent of those feelings yourself." (Alexis Burling, San Francisco Chronicle, August 11, 2024. This struck a note with me...I do love my boys and have occasions where there is some mutuality, at least. But it's a love circumscribed by the financial transaction. And that's OK. I think part of the confusion is that we are limited in English to one word, love. The French, and a number of other cultures, have a greater selection of words to describe different kinds of love.

For those souls who have never seen an Asian cock...here are a few screen grabs from the Gallery. Of course, no telling if any were born in Asia, or in America (or wherever)...but there are boys on both teams. Edited by moderator, no erections in public forums please. https://content.invisioncic.com/k323430/monthly_2024_08/image.png.44151b4cb568151180255d806a956b86.png https://content.invisioncic.com/k323430/monthly_2024_08/Screenshot2024-08-08at12_41_51PM.png.9d4d1a0e39286f973bcb65abb9482f9c.png

Having traveled internationally a lot, and always up for partaking in the local delights, I would say this map is right on. It is predominantly Moslems, Jews, and Americans who snip. Reminds me I need to try some more Filipino. One interesting sidelight, I have a Japanese friend who appears circumcised. I mentioned I was surprised and he said he actually isn’t circumcised. But as a child in Japan, he would daily bathe with his father in their home’s communal hot tub. Part of the daily ritual was for father and son to each stretch their foreskin so the head is exposed, for purposes of cleanliness. (He takes off his shoes when entering the house also). Somehow I can’t imagine my father and working our cocks together.

When I read the title of the article, I was expecting a snide piece on vaginas....

A bottle of good brandy and two cordial glasses on the beside table, and condoms, lube, and kleenex in the drawer. Hope springs eternal.

It makes sense. Young guys bring energy, wonder, openness to new things, looks, and nonstop hot sex. Older guys bring experience, knowledge, sophistication, calm, and resources. If you're open, it can work for everybody.

I presume someone in your family asked for adjoining rooms...most hotels, at least, know not to do that unless asked, for the very reason you have. One would think cruise lines would also know. One of the first business trips I was on, the hotel put a number of coworkers in the same row of rooms. It happened that there was a hairdressers conference in the hotel that week. and my room became orgy central. The next day I could hardly look at my office mates. A "sister" later told me, when that happens, when you get to the room call the front desk and tell them the toilet doesn't work, and you need a room change. It works.

When I was new to this game, I had a friend who had a Four-Poster bed. We soon discovered that if I stood up and wrapped my arms around one of the pasts, he could stand behind me and easily slide in…with a lot of flexibility for each of us to adjust to the best possible effect. I could turn my head around and kiss. Worked for us.

There are three high-rise towers (Society Hill Towers) in Philadelphia, with wall to wall floor to ceiling glass. People are famous for putting on sex shows for their neighbors, and posting signs in their windows with their phone numbers for a little in-person neighborliness. Some years back I had a bf who lived there, and had a grand piano in the corner windows. My favorite position was getting fucked on the grand piano.

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My vote goes to long wang. Can always use one of those.

Hey guys, lots of eye candy beaming out of Paris this week. Who are your favorite heart-throbs? Here are a couple of mine.

I am seeing the full reviews on Rentmasseur just fine. Senator Lindsey Graham

I was falling in love with a provider once. When his birthday came, I offered to take him out to lunch. He quickly said oh, no, just bring some sushi and a bottle of wine and we can have it here. A perfect way to gently bring me back to reality. I wasn't his friend. He wasn't going to spend free time with me. He didn't want to be seen in public with me. We could have an enjoyable time "on the clock" on my dime. Fair enough. It is exactly what the provider relationship is and should be. Years later I still see him monthly. And I have another boy I see monthly. We are loving and tender during my appointments. I tell both of them I love both of them. They know each other, and are OK with humoring me. I feel loved, and neither of them are afraid that I will go off half-cocked (pardon the pun) because they know I am compartmentalizing my fantasies two weeks at a time. Works for me. Now, one of them is moving out of state. I full well know I will need to find another unavailable boy to keep my irrational exuberance in check. Fantasies are wonderful as long as you remember that is just what they are. Fantasies.

Thirty-plus years ago I had a work colleague who always kept a $100 bill in his wallet. He was originally from Brooklyn, and he said it was in case he was robbed, and if he had less than $100, they would kill him.