Just Chuck

https://www.facebook.com/JimmyLMT Jimmy aka Boomtown Therapeutic Massage is about 60 years old, white hair, carries some extra weight. His sessions are more sensual than the ad would suggest. He’s super friendly and his rates are very affordable. He’s on the northeast side of Fort Worth.

Anyone have any experience with PeteVegas?

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I lived in eastern Iowa in the nineties. I really liked making the short drive to the progressive university town of Iowa City. That’s a bit of a long drive from Des Moines. You might find some fun in Ames, Iowa. That’s the home of Iowa State University and had some fun restaurants and college bars when I visited there. Iowa has taken a rightward conservative cultural shift since I lived there and central and the western 2/3rds of the state were always more conservative than the eastern side.

I have an exhibition fetish that only pops up once in a while. I had never been draw to the idea of exhibitionism until I was in the Denver Swim Club and a good looking, 5’2” tall, slender, asian man with very limited English skills wanted to blow me in one of the public spaces. A small crowd of men gathered around to watch and many of them were making eye contact with me while it was happening. It was a stunning turn-on for me. I had never imagined that I’d like that and wouldn’t feel shy or embarrassed. A few years later, I saw a porn clip online of a live sex show at some club in Europe. I was obsessed for a while with the idea of being watched while having sex with another man. So, I set up a scene with a guy at the Midtowne Spa to fuck on the stage there. I think the exhibitionism thing is part of my brain’s way of processing some shame and internalized homophobia. Not only am I doing what I was told was wrong as a kid, I’m doing it to be seen!

I'd have wished for someone so gentle with the cars. I’d see a 20-year-old girl in a bikini on the property, along with someone carrying a camera, and immediately know she wanted to be photographed on top of the cars.

In my early twenties, I had a private investigator’s license and private security license. One of my clients was a Rolls Royce and BMW dealership. On Sunday’s when it was sunny out and the sales staff wasn’t working, keeping people off the expensive cars who wanted to be photographed was a routine chore for me.