misterhumphries

You mean a "rent" boy. Sad to say he's completely lost his looks in his senior years.

I'd vote for huncolsexylatin. He got big thick dick and juicy looking ass.

That rubbing you describe is called frottage and, to my dismay, I met a gay man who was only into this. We'd be in bed, engaged it what I'd call foreplay. He'd be grinding away at my groin. In two or three minutes, it was over -- for him at least. I felt robbed. Needless to say, that relationship went nowhere. What he did felt like sneaky sex.

I would have sent a text that I 'd be a bit late but that I would be there. To respect his time, you could have cut the 15 minutes from the total session time. But to call last minute and CANCEL the entire session? Bad form. I'm not surprised the escort was put out. It's not a formal job interview, so it's understandable if you'll be a bit late; it's preferable than cancelling as you did.

As a budding gay teen, I was fascinated by ass fucking because it seemed physically impossible. How could something that big and hard get into that tiny little hole? Well, I found out soon enough. Starting in my 30s, only men with whom I'm in a relationship get access to my butt -- if they want it. These days, all the men I meet are strictly bottoms. It's like I'm one of the last truly versatile men. As for the shit factor, that's what a good fiber diet and an enema is good for -- eliminate as much waste as possible before getting down and "dirty." At age 40 a man introduced me to eating ass. Now that had me scared of the shit factor. But he also showed me with proper prep a good time can be had by all. Like fucking, I only eat the asses of certain men and if certain conditions are met.

As a teen I carried more books over my crotch area. And you're right. The jostling and bumping of the school bus always had me as hard as a brick. It's when I had to stop wearing boxers.

I, too, met Bobby Blake back in my bathhouse days. I was underwhelmed. He was almost begging to fuck me and when he saw I wasn't going for it, that was that.

Brad Patton (love that fat curved dick!) Chad Douglas Bruno Chris Duffy (before all the garish tattoos)

I love a man with big titties. They don't have to bounce or jiggle. Just be available for me to get 'em

Never. Them big ones are fun to play with. It won't get near my ass but I can still do a lot so it's not ignored. But I draw the line at dicks that are too small. I met a man with micro-penis and way too much pubic hair. I felt so shallow but I had to dump him.

I remember smuggling the Gordon Merrick series of novels into the house when I was a teenager. And The Front Runner, and Dancer from the Dance. It seemed the epitome of forbidden reading. Wish I'd kept the books. But after I read them, I always destroyed the evidence.

He'd get a McDonald's Happy Meal from me for what little he's offering. And I'd make him pay ME for taking him to the fast food joint.

I checked out his profile. He looks delicious. Big dick and meaty little ass on him.

Intriguing topic. I've never thought about it before now. When I arrange a meet, I'm fine with doing it strictly through text. For me, I'm hiring a man for his body. He won't be required to talk much and, more importantly, I don't have to listen. As to why escorts don't record their voices, it's the odd paradox of displaying their naked bodies willingly in suggestive poses, but drawing the line at kissing or anything that might be perceived as too "personal" or unique to that man. Now, if I'm dating a man romantically, I MUST hear the voice. It's a deal breaker.

I prefer BFE. I suppose it's because I go into the encounter with my eyes (and possibly other things) wide open. It's an hour or two of make-believe. I get to kiss and make out with a big ole muscle man (I likes them big muscles!) as if he were my long-lost lover. When it's over, I have a pleasant memory. Sometimes, these encounters are just that simple.

There are too many assumptions -- assuming as escort is positive if it's not mentioned in his profile, assuming that EVERYONE is positive. Remember the old joke of what happens when you assume "IT MAKES AN ASS OF U AND ME" I agree with Benjamin Nicholas that regardless of what you might suspect about anyone else's sexual history or health status, we are each responsible for ourselves. Except for Covid and monkeypox, proper and constant use of a condom can help remove worries about transmission of most STDs. Problem is there is a wave of men who now want to revert to the pre-AIDS days and have raw sex with total abandon since PREP is available.

What you describe is called transference and countertransference -- crossing boundaries and allowing or encouraging personal life to encroach on business life. As a licensed massage therapist, transference is an ever-present danger. I've felt an instant emotional connection with many clients, male and female. A male client -- a first timer -- had a whopping BIG hard-on during his massage. It took every ounce of reserve I had not to pull back the sheet and have a taste. Oddly enough, once this client became more comfortable with me, he confided other male massage therapists had performed oral sex on him! BUT, as a professional, I know I cannot meet them for coffee, or "hang out," or have any contact other than our business relationship. Sometimes, it's hard to stay to my side of the imaginary line, but I know doing so overall makes for no hurt feelings, no hidden agendas, no mixed messages, and -- most importantly -- no lost clients.

I beg to differ. Selling cars, jewelry, etc is not the same as an escort -- who sells his "time" by the way, not his body. Sales of any consumer good do not require the salesman to get naked, to have a certain type of body, or to anticipate a customer wanting to have intimate contact with his sex organs. The last three men I contacted about their services, I didn't book a session. For one reason or another, they were not right for me. It's fair to call me a time waster for that reason. Being called a time waster can be undone by booking and keeping an appointment.

What you cite is the very reason why I use texts sparingly or not at all. Too much nuanced communication is sacrificed by using abbreviations, misspelled words, or emojis. As for escorts, I give the ones I'm truly interested in the benefit of the doubt. A lot of creeps or possible entrapment on Rentmen, being busy, or simply feeling awkward in communicating with a stranger -- they don't want to give away too much or too little.

My retirement plans include affording housing, food, medical care, and travel. I hadn't thought about continuing to hire occasionally, which means I probably won't.

I LOVE John Rechy's novel/memoir, The Sexual Outlaw. I stumbled onto it as a young budding gay lad of 19. I sneaked reads of that book from the library stacks every chance I could.

I highly recommend the Benjamin Justice mystery series by John Morgan Wilson. Wilson is a gay author in West Hollywood (I believe). His main character is gay, a bit of an anti-hero -- not squeaky clean -- but the mysteries were riveting. Shame is Wilson wrote only about 6 Justice novels before abandoning the series.

pommes frites -- la-di-dah!

Yes, I'd probably go. What I would like, though, is a resurgence of gay bathhouses. I've always thought they got an unfair rap for doing the very thing that hookups provide.

I remember how controversial "James at 15" was when it was aired. There was no show before it that dealt frankly and realistically with male teen sexuality.