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I grew up in the Cold War era, so Russian soldiers always held a kind of evil fascination…strong, powerful, butch…right in line with my S&M/leather fantasies. I saw my first Russian soldier when I was 20. I was driving into East Berlin through Checkpoint Charlie. We had to get out of my red Triumph sports car while a soldier went through the interior, the trunk, under the hood…even passing a mirror under the car to see if someone was hiding in the undercarriage. Why someone would be hiding to get into, not out of, East Berlin, of course made no sense at all. But then nothing about war makes sense, does it. While he was getting his jollies looking for spies, I saw his officer’s military hat just sitting on the counter in the Checkpoint. I could have easily grabbed it, and he’d never known until I was gone and in the Eastern Sector. What a fantasy…maybe I couldn’t actually trick with a Russian soldier, but my roommate and I could fuck wearing his hat, maybe even cum all over it. As an indication of what terrible judgement a 20-year old can have, for a moment I actually considered snatching it. Prisoner sex fantasies getting fucked by the guards are hot, but the probable reality of Soviet prison quickly disabused me from pinching the cap. So we drove off into the East, bare-headed. 
 
It would be another 20 years before I had an encounter with another Soviet soldier, when I spent a month on a project in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. This was the traditional land of the Uzbeks, a Turkic Central Asian Stan where the men were swarthy and their visages showed the signs that Marco Polo, Ghengis, and Tamerlane had all spilled their seed. But I digress…this is a Soviet soldier story. The Uzbek boy stories will wait until another day. 
 
This was during Perestroika, when Uzbekistan was a part of the Soviet Union, but as it turned out, not for long. It was also late spring, when it was already blisteringly hot. Most afternoons my coworkers and I would go to a large city park, with a fine tea house located within. I mean a real tea house, a beautiful tourquise domed structure where they served exotic pastries and excellent teas and coffees for just pennies. 
 
Nearby there was a rushing mountain stream, where a whole variety of people would recreate…Russian families, with grandfathers looking like they were pregnant with a cow…in their tiny “speedo-like bathing suits; high school youth, fresh from the Young Pioneers Camp, oozing sex out of every pore; and Soviet soldiers from the local garrison in their unsexy boxers…until they emerged from the water leaving little to the imagination. Sitting under a sycamore tree taking in the sights became a lovely afternoon hobby.
But the real thing was close by…a smoking hot t-room. On my first visit to the park I discovered I wasn’t the only guy up for a blow and go, if not more. When you entered, the stalls were along the back wall, the sinks on the left wall, and the urinals on the right wall. No “splash guards” here…every cock in the row in full view and easy grabbing distance. And this t-room was always busy…not just a bunch of loitering queens too good to play. Eating cum out of uncut Uzbek and Russian cock became an obsession. 
 
And then one day, a door to the end stall opened, and there was a Soviet sergeant, in full uniform, rubbing his crotch. Khaki pants, shirt, and jacket; red and gold epaulets, emblazoned with the Soviet star; tall; and of course wearing the requisite hat I had once so lusted after. And as I went down on my knees, my eyes fixed on the red star on his brass belt buckle…I was about to get cock, not just any cock, but Soviet military cock. Boy would I have a story for the boys at the Eagle back home. 
 
Sarge played the part well…after a long slurping session, he turned me around, tore my pants down, and fucked me mercilessly. 
 
After I eventually caught my breath, I pulled up my pants, and staggered out if the stall, my gut happily filled with the seeds of another generation of Young Pioneers.  
 
I should have asked for his hat.

If someone has a deposit policy in place, it’s best to respect it or move on. Asking for exceptions puts them in an awkward position and can set the tone off from the start. You want your first meeting to be based on mutual trust and clear expectations, not special treatment. That way, no one feels taken advantage of later.

Definitely ask!  I had a guy who had “ask me” listed as his position quote me an exorbitant extra charge for providing oral… I declined.  Prior to that, I had assumed that it was a given that anyone providing escort services to men would give oral unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Ask for what you want.
That’s the best way.

Everyone is different, some guys do both, some like to just receive. If you're looking to receive just always be transparent and tell the provider what you're looking for. 

I usually tell them what am into (which definitely includes mutual oral), and ask if they are good with all of that. I have l never had a situation where a provider didn’t come through in what we had agreed on. 

Oral skills vary wildly. If the giver is a poor sucker then I’m ’thanks for trying but no…’
I’ve a regular massage client who is expert at it. His visit to me always the same. After 10 minutes I stand at end of the table and massage his head. After a few minutes of this he lifts it up takes my cock into his mouth and sucks me to completion, with a nice creamy mouthful. The rest of the massage continues as normal to a HE for him. It’s rare for me to cum from oral alone but this guy achieves it. I try to learn from him. 

Nothing is ever "given." Communicate, don't masterbate.

Ah yes, "the love that dare not speak its name" is now shouting from every rooftop. Strange indeed. Plus it's just boring. 
 

Not interested in pro wrestling.

Actually, that is a misleading post. Very misleading.
After the jury awarded Hulk Hogan a $115 million dollar award in his lawsuit, Gawker declared bankruptcy.  After a long, drawn out process, a settlement between the two parties was reached and the Hulkster walked away with $31 million.  Not a bad pay day, but nowhere close to $115 million. And certainly nowhere close to what Bozo was offered years ago for a copy of the sex tape video between Bozo and the circus bearded lady. That offer was ten bucks and 2 bottles of seltzer ☹️.
BTC
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He was scrumptious. Spent 3 overnights with him during Covid, including NYE 2020. Happy to see that he’s found true love. A gentle soul.

I am grateful to have learned something useful today.  To be culturally sensitive to the Day Laborers I hire who are willing to top me but do not want an equal partnership, I will from now on try to remember to say "Exploit me, Daddy" as each of them pounds my ass.  🥳
This way, as the bottom, it will be clear for the record that I am the one who is exploited, if that makes him feel better.  It's important to make him feel macho and I'm control, especially if I am interested in hiring him again.  😍

This was also the mentality among many white ethnic immigrants before and during WWII. The concept of two men forming an equal partnership due to mutual attraction and love is a relatively recent historical phenomenon. While some interesting historical moments predate WWII - mainly in Europe - what we think of as a gay relationship is largely a post-WWII middle-class phenomenon. George Chauncey's Gay New York is a fascinating historical analysis of how the concept of gay identity emerged from the 1890s through the 1940s. 

Lots of very certain opinions on this thread. A couple of things occur to me. Is it not possible that some percentage of day laborers are gay/bi, just as some percentage of the entire population is? A well-tuned gaydar should allow one to make an offer to the right person that is welcomed, not exploitive. Second, having lived in California most of my life, and as a frequent Puerto Vallarta visitor, my Latino buddies long ago explained to me a common characteristic of machismo…it’s not gay if you’re the top. I’ve experienced many a “straight” trick who’d more than happily accept a blow job, but would never touch another guy’s cock, much less suck it. As a Latino friend once told me, his father said to him “I don’t care if you are gay” (in Dad’s mind, fucking a guy in the ass), but if I ever hear of you being fucked, I will murder you.”
In other words, use discretion, treat everyone with respect, and don’t project our cultural values on everyone.

Lots of very certain opinions on this thread. A couple of things occur to me. Is it not possible that some percentage of day laborers are gay/bi, just as some percentage of the entire population is? A well-tuned gaydar should allow one to make an offer to the right person that is welcomed, not exploitive. Second, having lived in California most of my life, and as a frequent Puerto Vallarta visitor, my Latino buddies long ago explained to me a common characteristic of machismo…it’s not gay if you’re the top. I’ve experienced many a “straight” trick who’d more than happily accept a blow job, but would never touch another guy’s cock, much less suck it. As a Latino friend once told me, his father said to him “I don’t care if you are gay” (in Dad’s mind, fucking a guy in the ass), but if I ever hear of you being fucked, I will murder you.”
In other words, use discretion, treat everyone with respect, and don’t project our cultural values on everyone.

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