misterhumphries

I agree with you. Why bother with straight men or the undecided? There is no shortage of gay men or men who voluntarily offer their services for cash. I believe sexual dealing with a straight man is a disaster waiting to happen. When I see a man advertising on rentmen who declares he's straight, my brain yells "NEXT!!"

I agree with you. Why bother with straight men or the undecided? There is no shortage of gay men or men who voluntarily offer their services for cash. I believe sexual dealing with a straight man is a disaster waiting to happen. When I see a man advertising on rentmen who declares he's straight, my brain yells "NEXT!!"

I always thought Oriental was fine in reference to things, but not to people. So I would describe a room decorated in the Oriental style. But I'm old, so what do I know?

I agree with you. Why bother with straight men or the undecided? There is no shortage of gay men or men who voluntarily offer their services for cash. I believe sexual dealing with a straight man is a disaster waiting to happen. When I see a man advertising on rentmen who declares he's straight, my brain yells "NEXT!!"

I agree with you. Why bother with straight men or the undecided? There is no shortage of gay men or men who voluntarily offer their services for cash. I believe sexual dealing with a straight man is a disaster waiting to happen. When I see a man advertising on rentmen who declares he's straight, my brain yells "NEXT!!"

I agree with you. Why bother with straight men or the undecided? There is no shortage of gay men or men who voluntarily offer their services for cash. I believe sexual dealing with a straight man is a disaster waiting to happen. When I see a man advertising on rentmen who declares he's straight, my brain yells "NEXT!!"

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

Hubris complimented by avarice in the young can serve to amuse and entertain...but not to the opening of one's coin purse.

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