Lucky

How young are you?

Are you speaking to yourself?

We're talking massage here. WTF does a small penis have to do with massage?

In my experience, it was lack of knowledge. I grew up in the Midwest where, then, there were few Asians. When I moved to San Francisco, that changed. It took me a while to realize that I was quite popular with Asians. One thing led to another, and I now prefer Asians.
Please don’t sell yourself short over the lack of experience many whites have when it comes to different races.

My thinking is that if you have a naked guy on your massage table, and part of his body indicates a need for attention, then it is your job to massage...his feet...but only if they are in the up position!

Look at his 13 posts and you will have your answer.

Himself!

My new badge is for "Reacting well." The next one will likely be "Resting comfortably."

Look at his 13 posts and you will have your answer.

It seems ancient history to some, but for those of us who lived through the epidemic, we can never forget the suffering and anguish of our friends who didn't make it. Let's remember them today.

Yesterday a fellow poster spent the whole day helping me out of a jam. It was so kind of him. I really appreciated it. It was hard work too!

I just sit on top of the bleach bottle and swish my tush for a minute or so.

A friend hired him and got 40 lackluster minutes for $400. He described the encounter as just plain boring.

It seems ancient history to some, but for those of us who lived through the epidemic, we can never forget the suffering and anguish of our friends who didn't make it. Let's remember them today.

He wants to help his dog. He is into PNP, toys, Daddy, and the BF experience. Why am I confused?
Oh, he is DOM but 5'5"...how does that play out? Does a DOM necessarily have to be bigger than the SUB?

Yesterday a fellow poster spent the whole day helping me out of a jam. It was so kind of him. I really appreciated it. It was hard work too!

Yesterday a fellow poster spent the whole day helping me out of a jam. It was so kind of him. I really appreciated it. It was hard work too!

Yesterday a fellow poster spent the whole day helping me out of a jam. It was so kind of him. I really appreciated it. It was hard work too!

Yesterday a fellow poster spent the whole day helping me out of a jam. It was so kind of him. I really appreciated it. It was hard work too!

I took a flight from Anaheim to Vegas once in my late 20’s to see a concert. It was a southwest flight with no assigned seats. I was early to board and chose a window seat. As the plane filled up a gorgeous blonde haired, blue eyed, twunk in his early 20’s sat next to me. He was stunning. He struck up a conversation with me and our lives together flashed before my eyes.  It’s like the world moved in slow motion. He had perfect skin, teeth and hair and was so interested in me. The conversation was flowing and I was getting more and more into him as the flight went on. Before I knew it, they were announcing that our 45 minute flight was preparing to land. As I was praising the conversation and saying that we should keep in touch, he reached into his bag, presumably to get something to write his number on, and said he felt the same way.

Then he handed me a magazine about John Smith and the Mormon Church and told me how much better Vegas would be with God. I thought i met the man of my dreams and he was just recruiting heathens to his religion. I remember letting a quick cackle slip as a sense of embarrassing foolishness pulsed through me. 
To date, whenever I see a beautiful blonde, or a Mormon, I smile thinking about our wonderful 45 minutes together and how ridiculous I felt when I realized I wasn’t getting married, I was getting saved.

Just got back from my post hospital follow up.  So far so good, but nothing is certain.  In any case, my current regular guy will be here in ten day and while he does not know what we will be doing apart from the usual frolicking, I am sure he will be okay with it.  He has volunteered to help me clean my house before and I will enjoy watching him do so in a minimal, if any, attire.

Very well written post, @samhexum. I assume you wrote it since there is no credit given to anyone else. Good job!

That’s always a nagging concern for me!

Hope all is back to normal, PK
I did mine when I turned 50. I had the unfortunate experience of dealing with estate matters for by dad and brother-in-law (on behalf of my sister) after both died unexpectedly.  It is a complete pain in the ass if the loved one wasn't prepared, especially when it comes to real estate. 
I first created a trust. Contrary to popular belief, one does not need wealth to create a trust. Being single, I asked my nephew to be primary and niece to be contingent.  I've provided both of them with paper documents, keep a copy of the documents in a fireproof safe at my place, and am hosting them on a Fidelity's FidSafe | Secure Storage For What Matters site so they can access online if needed. And, because I tend to over prepare, gave them written instructions on what to do as a trustee when I pass.
Recorded the property deed to the trust, set all insurance policy and retirement account beneficiaries to be the trust; converted my personal banking accounts to the trust. 
Then executed the Power of Attorney for healthcare (advanced directives), Power of Attorney for Property, and will. 
I never want one of my family members to have to go through what I needed to.
There are two questions that still linger in my mind for when I pass:
 a) who's gonna find my adult toy(s) if i pass unexpectedly and I didn't get a chance to discard them ... and what will their reaction be?
 b) will my favorite regular provider miss me or just miss the income he gets from me?

"The best laid schemes o' mice and men, Gang aft agley, 
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy."
Robert Burns
(I often thought of that Scottish proverb when setting up something with a provider)