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Yes. I have first-tongue knowledge with LeoParadiso. He is an amazing kisser.

Yes, thank you, give me a thicker, beefier man! (Although, some of my best experiences were with a small-framed guy in Phoenix who was 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds. He was all muscle and hair and he totally dominated my body - my big fat ass - and my mind! For context I am 6'3" and 320 pounds. I miss that guy!) More than that I'm trying to find men who want to work with chubs like me.

Damn! No one was selling services on my 2 cruises last year. I wanted to proposition the strapping German ship’s officer who always wore dark briefs under his white uniform trousers. But, alas, no.

🐷 The stolen ones … give me the biggest thrill. A dirty pig? 🐷 Absolutely, I will own that! (Not so little, though, lol.)

“Ball Four”, Jim Bounton’s 1974 expose of professional baseball. Fascinating!

I’m continually re-reading Dominick Dunne, except for his last novel, “Too Much Money”, which was a huge disappointment. “The Two Mrs Grenvilles”, “People Like Us”, “An Inconvenient Woman”, “A Season In Purgatory”. Re-reading Jackie Collins brings me immense pleasure, particularly “Hollywood Wives”. (Best line? “Jeez! Give ‘em nine inches and they friggin’ move in!”) “California Screaming” by Doug Guinan. And some others. Right I’m concentrating on new reads; currently reading “Ball Four”, Jim Bounton’s 1974 expose of professional baseball.

Sorry - didn’t proofread. I “wouldn’t” rank one over the other …

I’ve had great sex with straight guys and lousy sex with straight guys. Same with gay men - some good, some not so much. If I’m attracted to a provider I’ll reach out regardless of their stated identity. Back in the days of CL I was continually surprised at how far some straight guys would go to get rent money - things some gay men wouldn't do for me. For me whether they’re gay or straight it doesn’t matter as long as I get what I want. I would rate or rank one over the other based upon my experience.

Others have said this and I’ll repeat it … for me all I had to compare it to was porn. This would have been early 80’s. The man I was with didn’t look like the guys on the screens in the booths at the Pussycat Theater, although he was a gentle yet enthusiastic lover. (Much, much older than me.) I had no idea what “Elbow Grease” was but it made everything slippery. Kissing a man felt so right yet I was unprepared for my orgasm. I mean, yeah, I had pumped out cum but nothing like THIS, with it spraying onto the wall behind his head. Although the feeling was amazing the amount and sheer force with which it sprang forth scared the hell outta me. Then the Christian guilt kicks in and I broke into a cold sweat and I had to get outta there. One day later I’m begging him to touch me again. It wasn’t a beautiful first experience but it wasn’t terrible, either. Not at all what I thought it would be, but it happened the way it was supposed to I guess. Reality wouldn’t really set in until I got my heart broken. But that’s for another time. Great topic.

There’s no right or wrong here - if underwear turns you on - no matter the style, brand or cut - that’s cool. I’m enjoying all the photos and all the opinions expressed. I had quite the collection of briefs, boxers, boxer briefs, jockstraps, g-strings and thongs which I had taken, stolen, bought and bartered for over the years. Lots of great memories in that huge pile of cotton, polyester, and Lycra all seasoned with ball sweat, soap and softener.

Sadly, two of my favorites are now but a memory … Blue Moon (Las Vegas) and Royal Villas (Phoenix). Naked men swimming, sunning and socializing.

Darling … you stated that beautifully. So true. So true.

I am a 61 year-old chub. I love men with a smile who possess a quiet confidence, maybe a hint of an “IDGAF” attitude, and just enough body hair and “squishy-ness”, from 30’s to 50’s. Younger boys? Lord knows they are pretty and the parts are firm but they can be vapid. (Garry Shandling said it best - “I don’t want someone who’s pretty and knows it and will use it to hurt me.”)

Based solely on hotels at which I’ve actually stayed The Peninsula Chicago or Four Seasons Las Vegas. Otherwise I am pretty much a Hampton Inn or Courtyard by Marriott man. Easy for providers to get in and out plus the front desk folks don’t ask any questions.

Then, buddy, you need to look away as I am uncovering my fat ass and getting in the pool! In that regard my choices would be Desert Paradise Palm Springs or Arizona Sunburst in Phoenix.

I got mine in Mexico whilst on a cruise. I paid four US$ per pill. Minimum quantity was ten. The Farmacias are everywhere in port. I’m cruising again this fall and planning to stock up.

Speaking strictly for myself, I found him very sexy in person. I like mature men. I like furry men. I liked his “shape” just fine. I don’t need or want perfection; rather I want and need energy, enthusiasm, attention, affection and presence. I got that with Mike.

“Size” was accurate and yes, he kept it up. He wasn’t hard for the entire 2 hours (at our respective ages we’re both “up & down”) but Mike performed admirably.

He looked (looks) great! I like mature men and he was sufficiently furry.

I am 61 and overweight. I use the V occasionally (perhaps once a month) when my F-Buddy wants me to top him and his husband wants to watch. I am continually amazed and delighted at how thick my dick gets on the V. And, I seem to last a bit longer, too. Remember, guys, do not use poppers if you take ED meds.

One thing I learned a long time ago that I really took to heart is that if it hurts you’re doing it wrong. Others have said it - I’ll repeat it. Use lots of lube and go slow. Work your way up. Don’t rush it. Take your time. Breathe. Relax. Take a break when you need it. That moment when your a** is filled can be magical. Silly? Perhaps. But that was how it felt to me that moment when I had 9 fat inches fully inside of me. It took time and patience but the payoff was huge both physically and emotionally.

I met Mike in July 2024 when he was driving through ABQ. My recollection is that communication via text was excellent. Met him at his hotel room, which was a 2-bedroom suite, which he was sharing with another man (his husband?) and a dog, neither of whom I ever saw. Nor heard for that matter. (Wouldn’t be the 1st time I was doing a guy in one room while his BF or husband was in another room. Not ashamed of that.) Mike gave me what I wanted and needed, namely some serious, serious nip action, some incredible tonsil hockey and plenty of verbal action, not to mention the passion and affection that I needed. We were together 2 hours and he took 2 breaks, but it was hot and we were going at it pretty hard. I thought he talked a bit too much but in the end I’ve nothing to complain about and yeah, I’d repeat with him.