RyanDean

Do any other Long Islanders know Showworld?
I guess the way to describe it is a super seedy sex positive video arcade and more?
For anyone that hasn't been, there are multiple rooms.  There is a room where women are available.  There is a private room for transgenders and role play.  They have another room with bird cages, fish tanks, sex toys and essentials.  There is the dark room where all sorts of shit goes down.  Finally, there is a large open room, lined with video booths all playing porn you can choose from with little curtain booths.  My understanding is if you leave the curtain open, you want company.  If it's closed, you want glory hole service, or company is by invite only.  There is like a code.
The place fascinates me.  I've seen super hot muscle bottoms getting fucked by a line of everyday guys.  I've seen slaves with their masters.  I've seen men pimping their wives out in the middle of the floor to suck a line of dicks while he jerks off behind her.  There has been some amazing stuff.  As I've gotten more comfortable, I've been stopping by more frequently, really indulging in the Sodom and Gamorrah like scene.
The place is magic.
I went yesterday around 6pm, and I could tell by the parking lot that it was busy.  I fancy the dark room.  It's super hot. The only light is from 2 television screens.  There are 2 secluded sections.  Picture wings that flank the main entry room.  The main entry room has light from the outside, but these flanks are pitch black.
The flanks are DARK.  I wandered in there, unable to see anything.  Slowly I made out figures.  I could tell there was one Transgender looking to suck my dick.  Not my thing so I politely declined.  I backed up to the wall and kind of stood there for a moment.  A hand, out of nowhere, just started massaging my cock.  I was wearing jeans with a short zipper, and a tight belt.  It's my way of regulating access to my junk.  He was nice enough, and kept doing his thing politely, so I let him.
Out of nowhere, a thin, muscle twunk backs up to me and just starts grinding on me with his ass, and moves the other guy's hand away.  I start feeling him up, rubbing his biceps and abs.  I can't see his face.  I assume he's early 20's but have no idea.  He tilts his head back, I suck on his neck for a minute, go for the reach around and I can't find a penis.  Either it was a super buff transgender woman, or the guy was tucked.  After fumbling around crotch, he just leaves me.  I was disapointed, but all good.  
The guy who was initially rubbing my dick over my jeans gets up to leave and turns out to be a little over 60.  I don't know if he was bored, or annoyed that other dude moved in.  The rules are very unclear here.
I'm still against the wall, and out of nowhere again, a man on his knees appears in front of me.  He undoes my belt, opens my zipper and begins to suck me off.  He was very good.  While that was going on, another guy, in his early 30's, just starts making out with me.  Because of my eyes adjusting to the light, and my proximity to his face with his tongue in my mouth, I can see him.  I'm throat fucking the guy on his knees, and making out with cute early 30s.  He says "do you want to fuck me" in this really breathy, trying to be too sexy, and "discrete" voice.  I said are you neg and on prep.  He said I have a condom.  I said are you neg and on prep.  He said I have a condom.  Then he full on stuck his nose in my mouth so I couldn't talk.  I thought maybe he just missed another kiss, but nope.  Nose in my mouth, with my head against the wall and cock still being sucked.  I said I won't fuck with a condom if you can't answer the neg question.  He just left.  Safety first.  
Cock sucking is still going on.  Another guy, maybe mid 40's, literally pushed me onto a couch while my dick was being sucked.  He said "move over, we're going to share."  Both guys are slurping on my dick.  It was really hot.  Now that I'm laying on the couch, with my knees kinda over the arm rest, I realize, for the first time, only inches away now, that there is a man being fucked over the couch.  His dick was near my mouth so I went for it.  I wound up cumming, the bottom got hard, I left.
Total time inside, 14 mintues.
If anyone is curious about checking out but scared, I'm happy to chaperone.  I won't leave your side, I'll help you navigate to get what you want, and then I'll post all about it here.  🙂 

He is back on RM as FarmerStud in Indianapolis.
https://app.rent.men/FarmerStud

Amused by this story, and it's put me in mind of my current favorite "Short King": https://rent.men/JamesDumont

Curious if others might have favorite providers they might celebrate as ShortKings...
 
 
 

Everyday we meet people who are doing their jobs - store associates, waitstaff, baristas, flight attendants, etc. But somehow, with some of them, their innate kindness shines through.  The same goes for the providers we hire, from their first text response to the sweet hug or a peck on the cheek just before you leave their place.

I haven't met this lil cutie yet, but he looks like 130 lbs of fun! 
https://app.rent.men/TannerHyde

I am a big fan of the Short Kings!  Everyone likes tall dark and handsome, and hey I do too- but there is something special about a good-looking short guy. It makes me feel so much bigger when I am fucking a little dude. 
You'll notice as well - a HUGE portion of the famous movie stars are all much shorter in real life than they look on screen. 
I'm very partial to a (young) Tom Cruise, Tom Holland or Nick Jonas. 
But as far as rentmen go - I have seen this little guy quite a few times. He is a little Aussie guy living in NYC
AngusStevensxxx - Pornstar Performer, Rentboy, Gay Massage in New York City, NY | RentMen
RENTMEN.EU Pornstar Performer & Rentboy in New York City, NY - AngusStevensxxx: Fun-Size Lad in NYC MIDTOWN!  
 

Amused by this story, and it's put me in mind of my current favorite "Short King": https://rent.men/JamesDumont

Curious if others might have favorite providers they might celebrate as ShortKings...
 
 
 

Via messenger, Axel told me that he was not at the Adonis party last night and that it will be a while before the will attend again.  
It is too bad that the promotors of Adonis Nude advertise dancers who have no intention of showing up.  But that is a different conversation.

I found Axel to be an incredibly nice person -- grounded, human, engaged, interested, interesting, funny, smart, thoughtful...
He's one of those whose pictures make him look like a god. I don't know that he looks like a god in person but somehow he looks even sexier. His rates are "top shelf" but, even though I blanched a bit initially, I had no regrets after we met.

PS: I was only at last night's Adonis briefly but didn't see him (or Damien)...

I found Axel to be an incredibly nice person -- grounded, human, engaged, interested, interesting, funny, smart, thoughtful...
He's one of those whose pictures make him look like a god. I don't know that he looks like a god in person but somehow he looks even sexier. His rates are "top shelf" but, even though I blanched a bit initially, I had no regrets after we met.

PS: I was only at last night's Adonis briefly but didn't see him (or Damien)...

I had a memorable first meet-up with Derek Lazaro last evening. For privacy reasons, he keeps his ad kind of sparse, but he was willing to share more pics and all the information I needed to make a decision once I made contact. He's a good communicator and straight-forward.  He arrived on time, no easy feat in the Atlanta metro area.

He's good looking with a very lean, fit body.  He has the low-key, quiet confidence of someone who knows what he's doing. He has a pleasing, deep voice that's also soft spoken and sexy. He has good rhythm and is attuned to his client, both In asking questions and intuitively. I think there's a good bit of Casual Alpha Male in him if you draw it out slowly and don't try to rush things. He's respectful and expects the same.

I hope to connect again.

https://rentmen.eu/DerekLazaro

THAT brings back fond memories.  Thank you for writing this post.  It truly is a CLASSIC

ShowPalace was skankier than Gaiety, for sure.
But like the Gaiety, you walked up a narrow staircase to pay the entrance fee and then entered a lounge area of sorts. From there, you could go to a screening room, where a porn flick was playing in a not-dark room with maybe six or seven rows of movie theatre seats. Or you could go to the show room, where a small platform -- maybe 8'x8' at about 18" high -- was surrounded on three-sides by rows of theatre seating. The dancers would do a slow strip, then do a j/o show. Tippers could usually have a bit of a feel. There would usually be an advertised "headliner" (typically a porn star in from California) who would take to the stage at certain times (like maybe every two or three hours). But a new dancer would hit the stage every 20 minutes or so.
 
I liked how it was just much looser than the structured shows at Gaiety, where the guys tended to be more buff and more beautiful. ShowPalace guys were mostly black or Latin.

Here are two links that give some detail:
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100068648871681&_ft_
http://artandperception.com/2007/03/hiv-when-your-muse-is-an-evil-and-dark-master.html

I was so hoping to click and find a luscious list of LA's best butts...

Though @relaxdudeitsjustsex's birthday has cum and gone, but in the hopes that @uclablueyesmight still be hankering, perhaps we can start the list afresh?

I'll go first:
I can attest that RomanLA is a very engaged & responsive rimmee: https://rent.men/RomanLA

 

Way back in the 90s, the term often served as something of a catchall to describe kinks or fetishes that weren't necessarily part of a BDSM roleplay or top/bottom scene. It worked as a simple shorthand not only for "raunch" (which could include any and all bodily fluids and -- ahem -- other excretions) while also gesturing toward a broad array of body fetishes -- including extreme nipple play, penis pumping and, perhaps especially, buttplay (ie big dildo or f*sting). 

My sense is it's gotten less specific over the last couple decades but it does seem to cue an enthusiastic willingness to get down and get dirty. But, yes, not "vanilla"...

So. It's an interesting product. Large black tub, full of sandy paste the color of dark coffee grounds. The aroma is appealing -- mix of coffee & cocoa butter & coconut. Not feminine, but also not that acrid "masculine" AXE-ish scent that so many "for men" products use. The tub is unwieldy, especially in the shower. And the color of the scrub itself is not for the squeamish. (Dribble a bit of scrub and it might look like you pooped in the shower.) That said, it seems like the product works as promised, both in terms of sluffing the buttskin and also in terms of freshening the nooks/crannies. (I'm writing this about 12hours after using the product for the first time, and I'm impressed at how "fresh" everything still feels.) And, as per @Benjamin_Nicholas's admonition above, the scrub is not so gritty that you have to actually worry about steering clear of the sweet spot but, yeah, it's for the environs not the hole itself. Can't report on the taste or the smell from the rimmer's perspective, as I've not had the good fortune to either give or receive such pleasure today, but -- as a treat for the buttlover -- I'd give it a preliminary recommendation.

A couple weeks ago I marked my 19th year of sobriety; the same week I attended the funeral of a beloved childhood friend -- with whom I had recently reconnected -- who died as a result of severe chronic alcohol abuse. Seeing her family (including her teen daughter) underscored what folks in 12step programs sometimes call the "cunning, baffling, powerful" potency of addiction's destructive force.

As I sat in the funeral home, I was also reminded what a counselor told me in my first year of sobriety, when I was trying to draw a very clear line that I hadn't entertained suicidal ideation. She said, "There are two ways to commit suicide: quick ways and slow ways. Alcoholism is a really slow way to kill yourself." I don't know how many times she said that to how many patients but, for me, it was a revelation.

Another statement that completely blew me away -- though I can't recall who said it -- was: "At first, drugs and alcohol can feel like a great new friend, like a running buddy who makes everything more fun or more tolerable, but -- when addiction takes hold -- that new friendship turns into an abusive relationship, where the drug/drink starts taking priority over everything and everyone else in your life until you have nothing and no one else." 

At my friend's funeral, I wracked my brain over whether or not I had "come out" about my sobriety when I recently connected with my friend. Her sister wondered aloud, "I wish she had known you were sober; maybe she could have talked to you." A day or so later, I remembered. I did mention my sobriety to my friend, and she congratulated me on my time. It was also in that moment that I wondered whether she was drinking "too much" but I said nothing. I get sad when I think of what might have been a missed opportunity to stay on the topic of my sobriety for a moment or two longer.

I am also effectively estranged from another one of my childhood friends -- the person I considered my "best friend" for nearly four decades -- because of his unresolved addiction issues. (Nineteen years ago we got sober at the same time; my sobriety stuck but his did not.) I see him occasionally, and do respond to the occasional facebook message, but I chose to close the open door/heart I had given to him for most of my life. There is a place in my heart that will always be his, and I would so love to welcome him back into it and into my life but -- unless and until he returns to a path of healing that doesn't prioritize drugs/alcohol/drama -- I must hold him (as they sometimes say in Al-Anon) at a "loving distance."

PS: If a gay-friendly Al-Anon group meets in your area, @BeamerBikes, you might consider visiting a meeting. They will understand what you're going through.

Putting aside the physiological/medical dimensions of drug/alcohol addictions, I do think hiring can easily tap into one's propensity toward compulsive behavior.

A couple weeks ago I marked my 19th year of sobriety; the same week I attended the funeral of a beloved childhood friend -- with whom I had recently reconnected -- who died as a result of severe chronic alcohol abuse. Seeing her family (including her teen daughter) underscored what folks in 12step programs sometimes call the "cunning, baffling, powerful" potency of addiction's destructive force.

As I sat in the funeral home, I was also reminded what a counselor told me in my first year of sobriety, when I was trying to draw a very clear line that I hadn't entertained suicidal ideation. She said, "There are two ways to commit suicide: quick ways and slow ways. Alcoholism is a really slow way to kill yourself." I don't know how many times she said that to how many patients but, for me, it was a revelation.

Another statement that completely blew me away -- though I can't recall who said it -- was: "At first, drugs and alcohol can feel like a great new friend, like a running buddy who makes everything more fun or more tolerable, but -- when addiction takes hold -- that new friendship turns into an abusive relationship, where the drug/drink starts taking priority over everything and everyone else in your life until you have nothing and no one else." 

At my friend's funeral, I wracked my brain over whether or not I had "come out" about my sobriety when I recently connected with my friend. Her sister wondered aloud, "I wish she had known you were sober; maybe she could have talked to you." A day or so later, I remembered. I did mention my sobriety to my friend, and she congratulated me on my time. It was also in that moment that I wondered whether she was drinking "too much" but I said nothing. I get sad when I think of what might have been a missed opportunity to stay on the topic of my sobriety for a moment or two longer.

I am also effectively estranged from another one of my childhood friends -- the person I considered my "best friend" for nearly four decades -- because of his unresolved addiction issues. (Nineteen years ago we got sober at the same time; my sobriety stuck but his did not.) I see him occasionally, and do respond to the occasional facebook message, but I chose to close the open door/heart I had given to him for most of my life. There is a place in my heart that will always be his, and I would so love to welcome him back into it and into my life but -- unless and until he returns to a path of healing that doesn't prioritize drugs/alcohol/drama -- I must hold him (as they sometimes say in Al-Anon) at a "loving distance."

PS: If a gay-friendly Al-Anon group meets in your area, @BeamerBikes, you might consider visiting a meeting. They will understand what you're going through.

Putting aside the physiological/medical dimensions of drug/alcohol addictions, I do think hiring can easily tap into one's propensity toward compulsive behavior.

Should have copyrighted that name years ago. 

If this forum was a reality tv show, this would be @Coolwave35's tagline:

"Encouraging hot guys to do shit for money is why I was put on earth!"

I will say that a number of gay lit titles from the 1970s, 1980s and even the 1990s have become quite difficult to find -- and thus can command high prices via online booksellers. (This goes as well for less "literary" texts dedicated from the 1940s onward...)

Donating to your local library sale or community center can be worth trying but, if you've got the time/inclination, listing the titles online might help to guarantee that they land in hands that truly value them.

I'm stunned, and so incredibly sad.  I haven't been coming to the forum very often lately, and when I did just now, I saw this devastating news. Wayne and I were looking forward to seeing @Epigonos here in Palm Springs next month.  It grieves me to no end that we won't be seeing him again.  But I'm honored that we got to know him for as long as we did.  He was one of a kind, and will definitely be missed.

There are a bunch of new, high quality dancers for New York this weekend. I’m taking one for a test drive tomorrow night. Saturday is going to be a TREAT!