Whippoorwill

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.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/10/22/business/mike-jeffries-arrested-sex-trafficking-abercrombie.html?ogrp=ctr&smid=url-share

Vadim Muntagirov

And you thought Rudolph Nureyev was famous because he was a great dancer...

Roberto Bolle

Young, cute, inexperienced by his own admission, no reviews in 3 years...all the warning signs. But damn cute. Drat.

I had a regular provider who asked me for a recommendation for other providers I saw, so he could compare his services with the competition. They saw each other and I got a report back. He also mentioned a couple of other providers in the same demographic and wondered if I’d seen them. It’s called market research.

How do you get the map to open?

I tend to stick to a small group of regulars whom I see often. As their rates go up in an inflationary economy, what they charge me stays flat or at least goes up less. I also treat them with great respect.

In NYC, and in travels around the world, I have had good experiences meeting guys in art museums, both for conversations and for play time. Of course you have to be interested in the museum. If two people are, they automatically have a subject of conversation, and there is a quiet ambiance in most museums. I guess the same thing goes for the opera, symphony, ballet, botanical gardens, swap meets, car races - whatever floats your boat. I guess what I am saying is that real-life situations, in daylight, are places to meet like-minded guys. And certainly any big city has no shortage of gay men who will be partaking in these activities. While I have enjoyed Charlie’s and the Townhouse, I have always found better results in more “real” situations. Plus, I do better sober.

Someone else who might be your type is Dinoseur. He was my go-to guy for five years in San Francisco, until he moved to Las Vegas last month. Every massage is, as he says, therapeutic, sensual, and erotic. His write up and reviews are accurate. Feel free to DM me if you want more. He does not have the map function turned on in LV, so have no idea where he is located. Dinoseur on RentMasseur RENTMASSEUR.COM View my profile on RentMasseur.com

From CNN. Gotta love it https://www.cnn.com/travel/walker-hotel-tribeca-self-love-pod-wellness/index.html

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Do i tell anyone? No. I just do thorough research and trust my street smarts. Works for me.

And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward.

Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth. After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity.