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I think @Jamie21 said it best and, truly, gave me my 1st genuine laugh of the day. That said, the BFE can be whatever you want the BFE to be. It’s stated here over and over again but you need to be clear in communications with the provider as to what you want. My joke for years is that if I wanted the BFE I’ll ask my provider to treat me badly and steal my money. 🤣

I know you said you were looking for an appliance. And I don’t know where you are geographically. BUT there is a great guy in Palm Springs if you were looking to have someone shave your balls for you. I haven’t been to PS in a few years but I’d have him shave mine every time I visited. If that’s an option let me know. 😀

Ooh! Daddy ass!!

Dude, he blocked you. Yes, it sucks to have to cancel last-minute and yes, it sucks to get blocked. By blocking you he has sent a very clear message. Life is not always black-and-white, but in this instance I feel that it is. You asked for advice - I believe that it would be best for you to let it go and move on.

If I am permitted, and if this comment is within guidelines, I would like to say that @Simon Suraci (see his post above) is an outstanding provider. I’ve seen him twice and, truthfully, I did not fully realize the breadth of services he offers. I am now highly anticipating our next session, whether I’m in his location or he’s in mine.

Indeed. I still think a great deal of him and I’m grateful for what he did for me and, especially, for what he did to me. Dude was, and still is by all accounts, an outstanding lover and an outstanding provider.

Very close. In fact I would say for about a year … yes, one of my regular hires was a friend. He then experienced some personal challenges that led to some uncomfortable texts (not, I will say, concerning money), and I felt that I needed to put some distance between us.

Damn! Nice nips, dude!

I’ve probably had an equal number of 2nd appointments that weren’t as good as the first time as I have had 2nd (and subsequent) appointments that were even better than the 1st time. It’s impossible to predict; there are a lot of factors at play.

As another pointed out, this satisfies my tan line fetish admirably!

Interesting. I just went to view his profile and he’s got me blocked. I travel to Vegas occasionally and I may or may not have looked at his profile in years past as a possible hire. From what I’m reading above I am not missing anything.

My first hire of 2026 will either be this Friday (LAX) or next Monday (San Francisco). One is spoiled for choice in both cities and I may skip a hire in LA as I can’t decide whom to choose. San Francisco will be a provider I saw a year ago in another city and I know I’m in for a great time! February will (hopefully) see me hiring one of my absolute faves in Las Vegas. The rest of the year? Who knows? But it’s looking like a good year.

Anticipation is a powerful aphrodisiac. If the OP enjoys the sensation of the draping sheet being removed, I say go for it! Do what feels good. It’s your time and money. A sheet pulled across an erect dick can be highly sensual.

@BrooklynVerz You can’t take it personally. The first time I was blocked by a provider I had been considering hiring I was all butt-hurt. Then I realized that was his way of telling me he didn’t want to do business with me. OK, fine. I have been blocked by providers whose profiles I viewed repeatedly without hiring and that’s gonna happen. I don’t think it happens often, but it does. I change my settings between “track me” and “don’t track me” according to the situation. As another person commented above there are too many good ones (providers) so I focus on those.

Darling, it’s happened to all of us. Or most of us, anyway. Yes, it stinks. But you chalk it up to experience, you move on, and you’re more careful with your choices next time. Take a deep breath, let it out, then let it go. Dwelling on it is not going to make it any better. I’m sorry it happened to you.

Dude, I don’t think you’re bi, and you don’t think you’re bi, I think you’re just kinda surprised that you got such great service from a woman. And why not? Enjoy it and embrace it and stop trying to label the experience or yourself. The best non-sexual massage I ever received was from a woman who was about half my size. She was amazing!

Dude. Seriously. You always gotta check yourself in the mirror before you leave the house. Or the locker room. Well, at least your girlfriend knows you liked her gift.

Upper Iowa my a**. Let’s discuss what’s happening in Lower Iowa.

Hey, man! Thanks for that follow up. I do not get to tell anyone how to run their business, but I think we can agree that four hundred an hour is a lot of money. And providers (and clients) have to take into account traffic and travel times in LA. I’ve learned that in LA you can pretty much depend on your provider running 15 mins late. Not complaining; just observing.

PREACH! I miss those aching, almost painful, boners. The ones where your dick is parallel to your body. I’m lucky to enjoy the company of a younger man (23) these days, and he, very patiently, allows me to play with his hard-on, pulling it forward and then watching it snap back against his belly. “Tumescence of youth” indeed!

I can’t comment on HOU or SFO but when “shopping” recently in Los Angeles I encountered a lot of men asking $400 an hour (oftentimes adding “+ tip“ or “+ Uber“ ). Men I recognized from porn wanted $500 an hour. {These were men found on RM.} Recently (October) in Dallas I encountered $200-$300 a hour but almost everyone wanted me to provide Uber, which easily added another $50 (or more) each way. I’ll refrain from adding my own comment(s) and simply report what I know from my experience.

90 mins is the “sweet spot” for me, whether for massage or for “play”. Two hours if there’s a hot tub involved.

I’m repeating myself, but I enjoyed the pleasure of Mike’s company in mid-November and was quite happy with the experience.

@Km411 When I saw your 1st post, saying that you would never be able to write about it (coming out), I felt so sad. Then I kept reading postings and scrolling through and there was @Km411 sharing his story! That made me so happy! Like the sun shining from behind a cloud. I’m grateful to EVERYONE who has added to this conversation. At 29 years of age (I am 61 now) I decided “F**k it!” and made the decision to stop changing my pronouns. I didn’t feel it necessary to make an announcement, I simply started using “he” and “him” and saying “my boyfriend”. And no one batted an eye. Probably because, behind my back, everyone was saying, “For God’s sake! Doesn’t Mike know he’s GAY?” 🤣 My parents dealt with - and accepted - “the issue” long before I did. To this day I have never said “I’m gay” to my parents. Why overstate the obvious? 🤣 Everyone’s path is different and although I was tortured and tormented in junior high and high school (and in Church youth groups no less) I really didn’t have it so bad. Of course, the alcohol helped but THAT is a subject for another thread. As an aside, a moment of revelation occurred when, at 50, I took my 23 year-old boyfriend to Palm Springs for the 1st time. We went to VillageFest where it was over-populated by same-sex couples holding hands. The BF grabbed my hand and, due to my age and experience, I reflexively pulled my hand away. He got very upset. “You CAN’T refuse to hold my hand. We’re safe here.” Amazing how times change. At 50 I still felt the need to be discreet and careful, but a 23 year-old had no such compunction. He wanted to hold hands with his boyfriend. (We are no longer together but I will ALWAYS remember that moment.) He had his own issues being gay in a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses, but it’s not my place to tell his story.

Slightly off-topic but still about women in space meant for gay men … before the pandemic my then-boyfriend and I were at Tool Shed in Palm Springs when a bachelorette party wandered in. There was an audible “~groan~” from the assembled men. The “bride” picked up on the immediate change in the vibe (they were now facing a hostile crowd), and said, loudly, “My Daddy’s an attorney and he said that we can be here!” Whereupon a man seated at the bar - for context, an African-American man - replied, loudly, at the “bride”, “YOU are a little white girl. Tell me where you CAN’T go!” After a moment of stunned silence, the “bride” and her party left. So glad I was there to witness that. I can’t and don’t speak for everyone but I just want a safe space - besides my living room - where I can socialize with other like-minded men and be my old, fat, gay self.