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The main thing that has attracted me about "Butt Seriously" is the idea of gaping. I've never had that kind of control, and the author's "training" protocol seems like it can help to achieve gaping.

In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.
I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.
A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.
He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.
When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.
Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.
I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.
He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.
The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.
Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

The main thing that has attracted me about "Butt Seriously" is the idea of gaping. I've never had that kind of control, and the author's "training" protocol seems like it can help to achieve gaping.

I’ve got a copy of BUTT, SERIOUSLY and need to read it more closely. Had just flipped through it before.
and I’m currently reading a novel that garnered lots of praise: GREAT BLACK HOPE by a debut,   black, gay author, Rob Franklin. Totally enjoying it so far. 

I recently picked up "Butt Seriously," by Dr. Evan Goldstein.
it's all about, you guessed it, anal.
Insightful stuff actually. I'm looking forward to trying some of the things suggested in the chapters. Things I've never experienced 

I recently picked up "Butt Seriously," by Dr. Evan Goldstein.
it's all about, you guessed it, anal.
Insightful stuff actually. I'm looking forward to trying some of the things suggested in the chapters. Things I've never experienced 

Take a look here for an introduction.
https://youtu.be/s6MwGeOm8iI

A couple friends got into Amway when we were in our 20's. They were insufferable about hawking it. Thankfully, they didn't stick with it for very long (or maybe they stopped bringing it up around me since my disdain was obvious).

It's widely held that Amway sees more revenue from selling "business support material" (seminars, books, branded merchandise-- cult shit in other words) than actual consumer goods.  
Kevin Slater

In the gym I go to here in Madrid, no one in the locker room even pulls out their cell to talk, text, or surf — forget taking pictures.  Trust me, Spaniards are every bit as addicted as Americans to their devices because a lot of guys whip out their cell the second they step out of the locker room.  Also, I go to the movies a lot here, and no one ever utters a word, not even a whisper, whereas I had to stop seeing movies in the theater in the US because I got fed up with constantly begging my fellow moviegoers to be quiet.  Spaniards as a whole are simply far more considerate and respectful of others than we Americans are.

A magical place where people can pick heavy things up and put them back down over and over until their bodies change composition.

A magical place where people can pick heavy things up and put them back down over and over until their bodies change composition.

In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.
I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.
A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.
He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.
When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.
Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.
I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.
He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.
The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.
Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

In most jurisdictions photography is usually prohibited where people would have an expectation of privacy, like bathrooms, locker rooms, and dressing rooms. Signage only goes so far however to counter ignorance and boorish behavior.

In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.
I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.
A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.
He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.
When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.
Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.
I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.
He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.
The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.
Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.
I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.
A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.
He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.
When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.
Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.
I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.
He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.
The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.
Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

Love it!
One of my favorite authors frequently says, "Nobody wants to be the oldest guy at the frat party. At 30, it's sad. At 40, it's creepy."

Love it!
One of my favorite authors frequently says, "Nobody wants to be the oldest guy at the frat party. At 30, it's sad. At 40, it's creepy."

I also love this. Nothing like a hot smooth twink or twunk straight from the gym with smelly feet and pits. It sends me over the edge! I also have them wear boots and either a jockstrap, speedo or cut off denims. These fetishes stem from when I was 15 or 16 and used to have fun with my neighbor of the same age who used to work on his grandfather’s farm and I’d see him afterwards wearing boots over denim and with a residue of salty sweat on his body. A Mennonite boy, no less!

I was the only white kid in my junior high and high schools - so I saw a lot of black dick during my formative pre adolescence. I also experienced a sexual assault where I was forced to blow two classmates. It was hot and horrible at the same time.
I dated black girls before I moved on to guys- and to this day I have never been with a white guy. I live to serve black kings - I wonder where that came from lol 

Love it!
One of my favorite authors frequently says, "Nobody wants to be the oldest guy at the frat party. At 30, it's sad. At 40, it's creepy."

This is more a rant/pet-peeve, but I'd like to get people's takes on this:
When I'm at the gym, I shower in the locker room. I'm not shy about walking around naked. I figure, it's a locker room, it's one of the few places where I shouldn't have to worry about being "modest."
But more and more frequently, I see these young dumb things in the locker rooms, taking up all the mirror space so that they can flex for themselves and their friends, sometimes with a camera set up or their friends filming them. On the one hand, I think, "Gee, there are much worse things for young men to get into than fitness and pride in their physicality. And if I had a smoking body like them, I'd probably have trouble not seducing the mirror." On the other hand, I think, "There are people here trying to shave, brush their teeth, shower, etc. Get out of the way of the mirrors, you dopes, and put the cameras away for Chrissake--there's naked people around. Have some decency."
I'm also slightly slanted on this because I know someone whose kid was doing that, did record a naked guy coming out of the shower, posted it anyway, and charges were pressed (and rightly so), so I'm far from a "neutral party" on the issue.
 
So where do y'all land with this? 1) Good for them boys for dedicating themselves to their fitness and being proud of their results. 2) Drop the ego, boys, and make room in the locker room for the grown-ups, and for God's sake, put the damn self phone away. 3) Some other option I haven't thought of?  

A magical place where people can pick heavy things up and put them back down over and over until their bodies change composition.

A magical place where people can pick heavy things up and put them back down over and over until their bodies change composition.

A magical place where people can pick heavy things up and put them back down over and over until their bodies change composition.