Becket

That face is very familiar, though I can't pinpoint at the moment exactly when and where I have seen it before. Something ain't kosher, IMHO

Rarely do folks at a clothing optional beach look like him. Most often they resemble the lady in the blue "bikini." SIGH!!!

My most interesting experience hiring in Vegas happened many years ago. Lots of unnecessary details, but the two of us finally get to my room, get naked, then he turns to me and says, "Of course you know in Las Vegas the statute says we must remain at least three feet away from each other." I was so shocked I starting laughing, at which point the fellow quickly got dressed and left. What a memory!

Never seen a provider with such a wide variety of comments. He's the devil incarnate. Or he is the Escort star of the century. A very odd thing, indeed. Note: It strikes me as just very......sad.....that @Walt sums up his experience on this site concluding "all providers are scam artists." I won't argue; if that's your experience then so be it. But I'm at a loss for words...........Damn!

such fancy tunes. Songs that get caught in my head usually are at the level of the previously mentioned "Flinstones" or, if I have been around the grandkids, perhaps another dinosaur named Barney. You haven't really suffered until "I love you. You love me." rolls around your brain for a couple hours.

One provider told me that advance bookings, for him anyway, have about a 75% cancellation rate. He much preferred same day bookings.

I don't mind it if the provider can't or doesn't or won't come. What bugs the hell out of me though is if the provider can't or doesn't or won't get an erection, and at least maintain it for when things really get going. It's such a turn off for me. Of course it's all a fantasy, but it stretches even the wildest imagination when the scene is two guys having hot sex and one of them is like the head of a shy turtle, escaping to the safety of his shell.

Tylenol made me a homo.

My mom smoked. My mom drank. My mom threw us in the back of the station wagon with no seatbelts. We ran around barefoot all summer, and swam for hours in a dirty river. How we survived I'll never know. But I figured it out. It was her always hugging me, telling me she loved me, that must have made me gay. Of course all that female affection sent me straight to the dick. Thanks, Mom.

Wow. But get this. I've heard some groups allow sex offenders become teachers, or businessmen, or even clergy.

Just regular rates. It was a wonderful arrangement and I'm sorry it didn't last longer.

I used to have a provider who would work out with me in the gym for about 45 minutes. Then he would give me a sensual massage which usually turned into more. So perhaps I share the feelings you have about working out at the gym, surrounded by mostly young hot guys. Working out with another dude is a good plan. It helped me stay focused more on the exercise and technique and less on the surrounding scenery. But you're right about one thing: Hooking up after working out is incredibly fun.

I have texted him a number of times. He has not yet been available when I was looking, so it seems he does stay very busy. If that is true he must be doing something right. Hopefully I will have an actual experience to report soon.

HBO should just change its name to "The Gilded Age Channel." For the last two weeks it seems they have shown this show every day of the week, 24/7.