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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.

Dude … here’s what I’m thinking. Your feelings are your feelings. I think anyone would be annoyed. If I read correctly you said he was visiting his family which is not too far from your location. Family can add an extra layer of complexity. He’s going to be 30 mins late, which, due to your travel situation, would shave 30 mins off your scheduled session. Unfortunately, you didn’t leave a lot of room for error. In my 61 years it has been my experience that if you don’t leave room for error, that is a set up for disappointment. I’d say enjoy the shortened session, get what’s yours, wish him a happy new year, then head home. Yeah, the room cost extra so chalk it up to an expensive lesson learned. Trite but true - no good deed goes unpunished. I’ve had a similar situation - more than once. (I am a slow learner.) Shake it off and move on. And if I have misunderstood the scenario, please correct me. Good night.

https://rent.men/AlphaJohn#platinum Hello! Looking for intel and info for AlohaJohn in Los Angeles. He’s fairly recent to RM, well-reviewed, and looks promising, but I’m finding nothing here at CoM. I would love to hear from anyone with the “4-1-1” (as we used to say) on this man. Thank you!!

Oh, puh-leeze. “Highly religious”? That means nothing. For context, I am 61 years old. I’ve lost count of the number of men who put on a clean shirt and go pray to their God on Sunday morning, who later divest themselves of their tighty-whiteys and are crying, “Oh, God! OH, GOD!” in my bed Sunday afternoons and evenings. Continuing … my parents used to boast of my involvement with the youth ministry at their Church. Little did they know I was taking it up the ass from the youth minister in the boys bathroom at fellowship hall after Sunday services. I suppose one could say that I was “highly religious”, too. (Before anyone gets their Calvins in a wad, I was 17 and he was 19.) Dude still looks good (me less so), and his parents live in the same retirement community as my parents. So I see him and his wife from time to time. And sometimes I see him in the men’s room for old time’s sake. I’m not trying to divert or derail the subject (Ty Simpson). “Highly religious” Southern men are a whole helluva lotta fun when they crack that closet door open. Not to be tacky but I’ve taken enough Southern seed to know.

And you, my darling, are smart to do that. I used to be “that guy”, texting to see a provider after midnight whilst drunk. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me I was usually told “no”. Except once. And in that instance I passed out before he got to my place. Needless to say he was not happy and he left voicemails to that effect in which he told me off in no uncertain terms, which, of course I didn’t hear until the harsh light of day. Not exactly pleasant to wake up to angry voicemails from a jilted provider while suffering a throbbing hangover. God knows I had it coming.

OMG! Are there FOUR of them? Or am I just loaded?

Giving a gift should not be awkward if the intention is to experience the joy of giving. I love giving gifts; I don’t know why - it just makes me happy. I have gifted my providers with jockstraps, AC and/or other designer underwear, gift cards (my California providers seem to love gift cards for In & Out), gas cards - all kinds of things. I try to listen to what they have to say and get ideas from our conversations. The guys have always been gracious in accepting and quick with their thanks. In that regard I suppose I’m lucky.