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This/these accounts on X/Twitter have some good content:
@Bobadillakike
@benjamin_uar
@kikebobadilla
 
 
 
 
 

A few months ago, at a clothing-optional, all-male resort, I watched a 30-something latino, muscled, tats, about 5'7 service a hot hung couple ages around 60. He sucked them as I watched.  I then saw one of them fuck him in many positions, while his partner and I watched.  It was thrilling. And safe for me.

Handsome and friendly guy.  He asked for payment up front, the entire meeting was less than 30 minutes, and then he blocked me on Rentmasseur. He is very handsome though. 

ATA!
All The Above

I always respond promptly to reasonable requests and ones that indicate the ad has been read. I am always surprised to hear, “Thanks so much for responding”. I thought that was the point-you reach out I respond. Also due to the pg-13ifcation of the remaining sites there definitely had been an uptick in bold questions. Not entirely sure how to feel about this because by entering a masseurs phone number into google you can probably figure out how he works. Also a lot of the work performed is directly related to the clients energy so it is a dificult question to answer. If I believe you’re coming in bad faith or I don’t feel safe you’re not going to get the same massage as an open kind hearted person. Masseurs are people too.

I've seen him for many years including recently.  I always get a good massage. He treats me well.

Glad to hear  I specifically liked watching two people really enjoy each other, something you seldom see in most studio or created-for-content vids.

Thanks... memories of the first time I got fucked (by total surprise and never discussed) by a masseur... but my guy did not grind into me for 20 minutes and then fuck me for 20 minutes... haha!
Also, nice to see some older guys (both masseur and client) getting into it

I'm sorry.  I thought I was starting a new thread.  I have no idea how it got to a thead I never even saw?

I'm ready to read more stories.  Anyone?

My first visit to the then-Soviet Union was during Perestroika, when the country was beginning to open up. I was on a month-long cultural exchange, and the first quick stop was one night in Moscow. I was bunking with a gay (platonic) friend from the U.S., and during our training had met several other gay guys in the group. Having grown up during the Cold War, I/we imagined all kinds of terrible things about the country, including a dangerous homophobia. (Even my mother had warned me about picking up tricks there!) Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Sheremetyevo Airport and up walks our tour manager Dimitri, who was blasting out gay vibes in all directions. Could this really be? (Indeed he was a screaming queen, and later followed me back to the States, but that is another story). We got signed into our hotel, giving up our passports, and several of us went to check out the Bolshoi Ballet. We were in luck...Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake was playing that night and there were tickets available. We got seats in one of the mid-level balconies, where the whole stage was in full view, if a bit far away. It was magnificent. During the intermission, we wandered to the lobby and were amazed to find not only a bar serving champagne and other alcoholic delights, but an elaborate dessert buffet laid out...and...all free (or I should say, included in the admission ticket price). I imbibed a couple of coupes of champagne and a sampling of beautiful petits fours. Before heading back to my seat, I thought it prudent to stop in the Gent's, and what a surprise awaited! There were all kinds of fun and games going on at the urinals. As a new face in town/American, a bevy of young gentlemen descended on me. I couldn't believe it, but even visions of my exile to Siberia didn't stop me from grabbing a luscious uncut cock in each hand as another guy went down on me. It was either so crowded in there, or straights were just obliviously going about their business, or this particular mens' room was the designated orgy zone, but no one batted an eye. Eventually two guys, a gay couple, invited be back to their dacha for the night. This was too much for even me...would I be murdered in bed, or arrested by the KGB, sent to Siberia, or kidnapped and never make it back to my hotel in time for the next day's flight to the provinces? In one of the few times I ever exhibited such good judgement, I declined, despite continuing advances. If it hadn't been during my first few hours in the country, I would have gone for it...the USSR turned out to be filled with gay guys ignoring their government just as much as we ignore ours when it comes to dick. But alas, it took a few days of getting the lay of the land, and confiding with Dimitri, to be my usual slut, there in the land of the hammer and sickle. 

I've seen him for many years including recently.  I always get a good massage. He treats me well.

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RENTMASSEUR.COM Gay Masseur South_AfricTouch in Chicago, IL offering a wide range of massages ⭐ experienced in therapeutic, sensual, swedish, hotStone, deepTissue. John and his partner do four hand sessions. They're both sexy as hell and good masseurs.

I'm planning on a Virgin cruise in Europe summer of 2026.  I hope I can add to my two cruise sex experiences. 

Great story. Thank you for letting is relive this memory with you. You seem thoughtful. I like that in a man.

For just a moment I thought we were finally going to have a man-on-man massage place in Westchester county!
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WWW.GOOGLE.COM ★★★★★ · Massage therapist Unfortunately it closed immediately, before I could even try it 😞

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.