Phil_musc

My mother died when she was 89.  She spent the last few years of her life in a skilled nursing facility, where she acquired a boyfriend who was even older than she was. They were both so dotty that they couldn't remember each other's names.  They eventually started having sex.  His family, my family and the nursing home staff were all scandalized and everyone was wringing their hands about what was to be done.  Wisely, it was decided that nothing needed to be done.  From all appearances the sex was consensual, and they were happy with each other, so they were allowed their privacy.  He died, she died and the sun still kept coming up.

Imagine this picture of Coach Z being passed around the teachers' lounge in 1974, as Epigonos said!

By the time I was 60 I still found men who wanted to fuck me

I would, Harry, but I'm afraid you would be too much competition for me if by some fluke we showed up at the same time. When I go, I don't want anybody hogging all the hot guys as I suspect you, with your incorrigible libido and smoldering good looks, would do.

I assume the OP is asking about the little-known bathhouse/sauna in Virginia. Those of you who have been there, please chime in. I thought it was charming to be met at the door by a hot-looking man (much like Dario Owen, the subject of another thread here) in period costume. I paid my admission in pounds and pence and was buzzed in (I thought the buzz seemed out of character for the obvious period experience they were seeking to recreate). Nevertheless, I proceeded down the stairs where I disrobed in a room that could best be likened to a root cellar with an earthen floor and a few stray rutabagas over in the corner. Then another hot looking attendant, this one looking like Casey Donovan (another thread, see above), showed me around the place. Guys, you gotta check it out! They have really gone to some effort to make the historical aspect of the bath really accurate. They have cute attendants who rub you down with floral-scented lye soap and then hose you off, pour oil on your body (always a good preparation for some activities), rubbing it in, being careful not to miss any spots. Then they take you to what appears to be an early colonial-style orgy room filled with rustic benches of different heights and thicknesses. We all benefitted by the romantic candlelight that the wall sconces gave off. There was a fireplace over at the far wall throwing off heat that was most welcome, it being a chilly late fall evening. There was plenty of rope lying around for the bondage crew to feel at home and there was a well-used whipping post with a few free flogs lying about for the customers. Numerous tubs of lard were discreetly placed throughout the room enabling those who wished to engage in penetrative sex with ease and minimal discomfort (if any) to do so. Breaking with the historical motive, there were several hand-woven baskets filled with condoms of various brands and sizes because while we were all there to soak up the history, we didn't check our brains at the door. Ah, but what of the men I imagine you are thinking (I know I sure would be wondering about that by now). Well, it was a slow night when I was there. I saw that some evenings they have promotional rates to bring in the young crowd and Sunday night is Bear Night. Monday was Bring a Buddy. I was most intrigued by the Saturday Witch-Burning promotion, but alas it was Thursday - a nothing night if ever there was one. I left the orgy room and wandered down the candle-lit hallway and through the place. I lucked out and managed to connect with a young-ish guy from Jamestown and we managed to get into a fairly historic kind of role-play thing. But I shan't kiss and tell. Anyway, check it out next time you get to Williamsburg. It's the kind of place that Benjamin Nicholas might write about - I'm sure he'd have a better time than I did.

I assume the OP is asking about the little-known bathhouse/sauna in Virginia. Those of you who have been there, please chime in. I thought it was charming to be met at the door by a hot-looking man (much like Dario Owen, the subject of another thread here) in period costume. I paid my admission in pounds and pence and was buzzed in (I thought the buzz seemed out of character for the obvious period experience they were seeking to recreate). Nevertheless, I proceeded down the stairs where I disrobed in a room that could best be likened to a root cellar with an earthen floor and a few stray rutabagas over in the corner. Then another hot looking attendant, this one looking like Casey Donovan (another thread, see above), showed me around the place. Guys, you gotta check it out! They have really gone to some effort to make the historical aspect of the bath really accurate. They have cute attendants who rub you down with floral-scented lye soap and then hose you off, pour oil on your body (always a good preparation for some activities), rubbing it in, being careful not to miss any spots. Then they take you to what appears to be an early colonial-style orgy room filled with rustic benches of different heights and thicknesses. We all benefitted by the romantic candlelight that the wall sconces gave off. There was a fireplace over at the far wall throwing off heat that was most welcome, it being a chilly late fall evening. There was plenty of rope lying around for the bondage crew to feel at home and there was a well-used whipping post with a few free flogs lying about for the customers. Numerous tubs of lard were discreetly placed throughout the room enabling those who wished to engage in penetrative sex with ease and minimal discomfort (if any) to do so. Breaking with the historical motive, there were several hand-woven baskets filled with condoms of various brands and sizes because while we were all there to soak up the history, we didn't check our brains at the door. Ah, but what of the men I imagine you are thinking (I know I sure would be wondering about that by now). Well, it was a slow night when I was there. I saw that some evenings they have promotional rates to bring in the young crowd and Sunday night is Bear Night. Monday was Bring a Buddy. I was most intrigued by the Saturday Witch-Burning promotion, but alas it was Thursday - a nothing night if ever there was one. I left the orgy room and wandered down the candle-lit hallway and through the place. I lucked out and managed to connect with a young-ish guy from Jamestown and we managed to get into a fairly historic kind of role-play thing. But I shan't kiss and tell. Anyway, check it out next time you get to Williamsburg. It's the kind of place that Benjamin Nicholas might write about - I'm sure he'd have a better time than I did.

In later years, these guys in the above posts will have instant conversation starters in the retirement homes where they'll be living. They can explain what the tattoo was supposed to look like when the skin was young and supple. Then they can talk about how said "art" evolved into something else which maybe became almost frightening.

In later years, these guys in the above posts will have instant conversation starters in the retirement homes where they'll be living. They can explain what the tattoo was supposed to look like when the skin was young and supple. Then they can talk about how said "art" evolved into something else which maybe became almost frightening.

I have watched any number of massage videos with the incredible Tyler Saint. Somehow I never got tired of watching. It was my ultimate fantasy. . .

I've always found cafeterias with PA's to be kinda sexy. . .

My libido has definitely waned. 
I attribute it to several factors:
my age the provider environment, from my perspective, has become much more intense with upselling and misrepresentations along with last-minute cancellations or no-shows, and skyrocketing price points the pandemic and other transmissibles my resistance to tattoos and piercings, which seem to be everywhere  travel time to/from appointments In my case the old "if you don't use it, you lose it" seems to apply.
I'm quite content with my memories and fantasies for the present.
The funds I'm saving also helps.  🙂

Uh oh - advertises as a straight guy. Buzz kill for me. Gotta at least be bi.

Still advertises as straight. Oh well. . .

I found this thread a bit too late but I think it’s more fun that way. It was like binge watching a show.
thanks for the details, sounds pretty hot. 

So, I guess I will see you at 7 PM tomorrow then.  I will be the fat guy in the cow suit.  SURPRISE

I can relate...  I took someone's umbrella once by mistake on the bus.  I felt just awful about it.
This reads like the beginning of a really interesting Dear Abby letter.

Sorry, I am having trouble reading this!

I don't mind paying a bit extra for a massage especially if I know beforehand he is a fan of cake. 
 
 
Chocolate cake😁!
Terp

There was a time - not TOO long ago - when Masseurfinder allowed the advertisers to slot themselves into therapeutic, sensual, or erotic providers. Sadly, those days seem to have vanished as the country moved to the more conservative right. I'm looking for a return to more enlightened times before I get too much older.

And remember - you'll want to add a 20% tip - at least some of you will.😀

And remember - you'll want to add a 20% tip - at least some of you will.😀

And remember - you'll want to add a 20% tip - at least some of you will.😀

"Trick" - that's not a word  you here very much anymore.

I remember there was another big guy - Giovanni Volta, I think. Stunning man.