Luv2play

The great thing about oral sex is that it can be done just about anywhere. Some of my best experiences were sucking dancers at Campus in Montreal. Not just the physical sensations ending in a great gushing of cum at the back of my mouth but the apprehension we might get caught. We did once too and the dancer was immediately suspended for 2 weeks. As a consolation I took him home and we finished the job in my bed. But I digress. Deepthroating is always best for me done in a bed. I prefer the top to be over me, or standing on the floor with my head hanging over the side. What works best for me is for the top to take it slowly, long deep strokes and holding his dick fully inserted for as long as I can hold my breath. When fully engulfed, there is no breathing possible through the nose; there is only one air passage to your lungs and it is via your throat. One great way to end the session is to have him start to cum in my mouth and then take his dick fully into my throat to finish there. Yummy.

Was this fetish of yours something you had discussed before setting up the date? I always think it’s best to do that so if it elicits a negative response you an avoid an Embarrassing situation or worse as you discovered. Btw did you pay him in advance or are you just upset he didn’t lived up to the 2 hour ommitment?

It might have Ben the same fee. You,ll never know if you don’t ask.

I would have paid it. After seeing the video below.

I always try to be considerate of the bed linens in hotels. If I know we will be getting into watersports I bring extra towels and even a plastic sheet to put under the towels. If sheets get wet I throw them in the bath tub like soiled towels. The chamber maids know what to do with them.

Can you translate please.

Is that true? I was talking with my sister recently and she told me she stopped going to the nail salons because the polish was too hard to take off. She now does her own again Like when she was younger.

I didn’t see any pics of his dick. Just bathing suit poses. And no ass shots either. Not a good selection of pics. More like a bathing suit model.

Is that what he said?

I would have thought it was derived from the Latin root de minimus.

That will be a load off your mind. Best of luck going forward.

That’s a bit harsh. I subtract only 1 or 2 inches on 6’ or below.

Sounds like a fine bottle of Scotch whisky.

If you want to see an honest measurement, check out ScottB’s pics to see what I mean about measuring the top of the dick. He’s been discussed on here.

I noticed he measured from the underneath of his penis and the first 6 cms were of his balls. I think the more accurate way is to measure on the top of the penis from the pubic bone. After all, the dick won't go any further in than from the pubic bone. I often discount about 2 inches (or 5 cms) from most escorts descriptions of their dicks. There are some exceptions though, which are always a pleasant discovery.

I am usually looking for a BFE and so good conversation is a part of the overall experience besides hot sex. In fact I feel a better connection knowing something about the life experiences of the escorts I hire. I have found most are pretty open about themselves as I am pretty open about myself to them. I tend to look for those who have a personality along with the goods.

Wouldn’t that be something. But at that time I was living in Ottawa and I do remember that one of the “plain” looking Montreal team members was a billet of mine. Unfortunately, he had just joined the Montreal team to get in shape but had not yet achieved his goal. He was short and about 40 pounds overweight. Montreal had some great looking team members though, which made the meets fun to participate in. One of those hot ones eventually moved to Ottawa and I met him in a cruising park one night, which made up for the previous experience of the team meets.

I always send a text either that evening or the next morning to thank them. They often reply with very nice notes saying how much they enjoyed the evening or overnight. When I hire an extra escort to service not only myself but my provider, I know they are being totally sincere.

Reminds me of my gay swim team experiences. When I was in my 40’s I joined a gaymen’s swim team mainly for the exercise but also for the eye candy. Most members were at least 10 years younger than myself. I was in pretty decent shape and not that hard on the eyes but of course at that age 10 or 20 years makes a big difference to someone in theIr 20’s and 30’s. When we hosted out of town teams I would offer a bedroom at my house to billet out of towners. I always drew one of the plainest, and I am being charitable, swimmers to billet. After 3 or 4 times I gave up offering a place (call me shallow if you will). But I resented the fact that the team executives always selected the best lookers for their own billets. That’s when I learned something about self serving organizers.

A 21 yo papi?

I figured that. He was advertising on RM in Montreal a year ago, where he has a boyfriend, and he never responded to my IM’s.

One of the benefits of living in the center of the escort universe! At least in NAmerica. I consider London to be the other.

Another example of Paris living up to its reputation “for lovers”.

I have a similar tale which I dredged up from 1982 YIKES. Anyway, I was in Brussels for business and had only one overnight in a hotel, with two days of meetings. After the first day, I went cruising alone after dinner with my colleagues. I met this wonderful cute guy in a gay club and invited him back to my hotel. It was January and the weather was bitterly cold and snowy. Once back at the hotel we had some great sex and he turned out to be a flight attendant from SF., working on an American airline. We fell asleep in each other’s arms but this was about 4 o’clock and I had to be up at 7. So 3 hours later we got up and given the time no early morning romp, which I regretted but not the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed our tryst. THe day’s meetings were gruesome though as the room was stuffy and overheated and they were showing a power point type presentation in the semi-dark. It was all I could do to stay awake. I got absolutely nothing out of that day’s so-called work. But I’ll always remember that flight attendant (Except for his name).

Given my age and intelligence level, I am a SENIOROMANIC.