greatnorthernp

I send pictures of money.

"Austin Wolf". Some of us who hire are very public figures whose lives would be negatively impacted should the pics be made public.

Curious, we've got on of those in Toronto, too. http://www.rentboys.us/adv_info.php?adv_id=NzI4

Unless you're swallowing loads, kissing--really deep, sloppy kissing--is the only common sexual activity where we are actually ingesting part of someone's body.

Simple solution: a window-shopping account for repetitive strain injuries to your wrist while wanking, and a time-to-buy account when you're ready to make contact.

Agreed! A shopping list is worse than tasteless. But, I gotta say your comment about barbaric fucking gave me a boner I will have to deal with in a minute. Well done! It is a distinct and rare pleasure to be fucked with great skill and patience until I am utterly relaxed, slack, and groaning while the top goes into a total fuck frenzy.

It is a bit of a dance between the escort and the client, but also between diplomacy and suggestion and outright demand. I do make my preferences clear at the beginning, "I really get turned on when a hot guy cums inside while he's fucking me,” but would feel I had crossed a diplomatic line if I made it an absolute precondition. That just seems impolite in so many ways I wouldn't know where to begin. After all, neither escort nor client is a machine, and part of the wonder of truly human interaction is its unpredictable course, and I do enjoy it all, all of it—the dinner and conversation and seduction and sweat—but the cherry on the frosting on the cake makes it that much more fun. Love the cake! Love the filling! Love the frosting! (Too bad the cook didn't top it with some black cherries.) My only outright demand and absolute precondition is a condom for fucking, and that's made clear in my initial contact. I'm also open to different types of condoms, so the top need not fear the annoyance of being squeezed to discomfort. Interesting to note that my husband and boyfriend and casual sex buddies last about five minutes before they blow, inside. I guess I could rephrase “I really get turned on when a hot guy cums inside while he's fucking me” as something like “Please, would you cum inside me while you're fucking me? It's a real turn on. And you get a big tip if you're really, really loud!” Finding the middle ground between the indignity of a shopping list and the impossibility of mind reading...well... Thanks for the thoughts.

I have a question, not to anyone in particular—just to the world of escorts at large: Why won't you cum in my ass? I play safe. I insist on a condom, either the traditional sort or a "femdom"/female condom. I don't want you to bareback me, or vice versa. I am as disease-free as one can be, having been spared all STIs (including herpes, which is nearly miraculous, it seems). I am a good-looking man, middle aged and nicely built, without curious neurotic habits that might make you go limp, and have a fine ass (if I can compliment myself without appearing to be too conceited). I am polite, respectful, and get money matters over with at the beginning. I take you to dinner, amuse you, and keep it all lightly friendly. I'm not looking for love (got that already). While I do get sex elsewhere (from my husband and boyfriend), you're my extra-special fantasy for a few hours...a bit of sexual theatre...pornography incarnate. I'm a nice guy who dresses well. (Really!) But I enjoy hearing, seeing, and feeling a guy lost in the throes of orgasm as he clutches me tight while he fucks my ass. I could make you promise to cum in my ass at the outset, but that just doesn't seem right somehow. And it has no guarantee attached. So, what gives? I've set the stage for a pleasant evening or more. I've made sure my hygiene is impeccable. I give great oral, kiss like a fallen angel, and genuinely enjoy sharing our common humanity. Even my whispered suggestion, "You can cum in my ass", goes unheeded. You pull out and unload all over me. Which is great and fine, but it's not quite as exciting as hearing you grunting in ecstacy, feeling those nearly uncontrollable thrusts and shudders, and fearing—just a tiny bit—for my ribs as you try to grasp me tighter than seems humanly possible. Is it barebacking? Has it become so common that cumming in a condom is impossible? Too many clients? (I usually book evenings or overnights.) Fear? Any ideas?