g56whiz

Be still my libido in either event!!

Yet another immortal who stoops to having birthdays. All the best.

Just wait till you see my plié!!

You may have Lift but I’ve got Lyft. And in Malaysia I’ve got Grab Taxi (couldn’t make that up!).

More nooks and crannies than a Thomas English Muffin!

Begs the “Dress right?” Or “Dress left?” conundrum.

Me? You wanna top me? [swoon]

I think this guy poses for those statues they present at bodybuilding contests.

Wonder what the catcher looks like.

Were it my place this guy would have a bed: mine!

Which one is straight only?

This makes me want to consider a new career. But only if all the clients were like this guy [sWOON] Confession: I’m addicted to massage. Not as a prelude to or substitute for sex but for actual legit massage. You can skip the “HE” too although I prefer the masseur to be as naked as me for the transfer of energy. As little conversation as possible just soft baroque music. Dim lights. Maybe a candle. And at least 90 minutes so everywhere is kneaded without rushing. My bliss.!!

OMG. Tony Mecelli in leather!! Well I’ve no more buttons to push!!! [sWOON].

Better hide this one from the OSHA inspector.

Oooops. Now everyone will know why I’m often so eager to spot.

[YAWN] I guess I’m missing that particular gay gene. The genes for Streisand Garland and Cher too. I DID get the one for opera thankfully although the Callas strand is a bit recessive.

What about Cher?

I saw him in an appearance in NYT during his days of fame. Most folks in the western world are taller than Jeff Stryker.

Always. Even from the part time jobs I had in high school. It was a modest amount maybe 15/20% of my net. My parents deemed it good training. I still agree. Later as I worked my way thru college I needed a car. My mother paid for the insurance: she worked for the insurer.

It may be worth it to go to the X-Room at Mardi Gras Club in Springfield. I know it’s about 90 miles away but it’s everything Paradise Club in Boston should be but isn’t.

Went there years ago. I’m surprised it’s still in business. Parking was easy: the neighborhood was deserted. There were very few dancers but they outnumbered the patrons. I didn’t last more than about 15 minutes.

Why the conundrum? Just hire Brazilian escorts. Even the straightest are sufficiently gay for all but the most kinkiest of activities.

I lived on Manhattan’s upper west side and drove to work in way upper Westchester County. One night I returned after a long and nasty commute only to find when I finally found a parking place and turned the corner to my block that Woody Allen was using the building across the street for a movie set and that there were rails for a tracking shot set down from the corner past the entrance to my building. I had to pee badly. About 50 feet from my door, young guy with a headset and clipboard stopped me saying I couldn’t go any further. While switching from foot to foot with urgency, I explained that I lived there and needed to get home quickly. When he persisted I said that I was going to pee very soon either in my bathroom or on his leg the choice being his. I made it to my bathroom just in time.

It's not so bad. I’m been doing it for years. I’m my own housekeeper and it makes cleaning the bathroom easier.

So round! So firm! So fully packed!!!