Just Chuck

The first time I saw a glory hole, I was a 29-year old deputy fire marshal and was inspecting an adult video arcade. I'd never been in one before. The manager was showing me around. He was actually very happy to have his building inspected for fire hazards, very friendly, and eager to explain everything. He warned me that as I opened booths for inspection that I might encounter an occupied glory hole. This place had really nice glory holes that were professionally cut into the booth walls and each side of the wall had a small sliding door so both occupants would have to slide their glory hole door open for the hole to be usable. I got a mix of reactions from customers who were cruising the hallways of the arcade when the manager was leading me around in uniform. Some guys looked at their shoes and quickly shuffled away. Others gave me and the fire uniform the elevator eyes unabashedly.

It's been several years since I was in this level of fitness, but I used to love wearing split-side, 3-inch inseam racing shorts. And, hanging out at the front of the start line with the in-shape guys who also wore those . . . either to show off, or just to manage heat buildup in the thigh muscles when running at that pace over that distance.

Local grocery store. The son's face conveyed a thousand thoughts racing through his head: "I should tell my dad!" "I should confront you!" "This can't be happening!" "Why the hell is he looking at MY DAD'S ASS?!?!"

His shoulder patch has Cirillic Alphabet characters and the cars have long skinny white license plates. I'm not sure what country that is, but he's beautiful!

I retired as a martial arts teacher in 2017. When I was teaching, I had a lot of young men in their late teens through mid-thirties train with me. A few of them made lifelong connections with me. I was coach, counselor, and advisor to several of them. The one I mentioned before who's now a special agent had never had his biological father really "in the picture." Another one who I remain very close with is the son of one of my closest friends who died of a terrible disease when the son was in college. I he told me that I was like another dad to him. Out of respect to my deceased friend, I suggested we use the term "uncle" and it stuck. So, we are nephew and uncle by-choice.

Before I contact someone: I google their phone number and run it through USPhonebook.com I google their screen name. I search their screen names in Blsky, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and FetLife. I search here. If they give me an address, I both google it and look at the building in Google Earth to decide how I'm going there and where I might park. Sometimes, I find their whole real-life identity. When I do, if I like them, I'll warn them about how I was able to put their real identity together with their ad. I met with one young man who was just about to graduate from college and career hunting and I warned him that I was able to connect his ad, his name, and his LinkedIn account.

I haven't seen these in this thread yet: If you leave the room (say to go to the bathroom) expect them to go through your stuff. If you're hosting, put away anything easily stolen or any sensitive information before they arrive. Preferably someplace locked, but definitely someplace they are unlikely to get a chance to go through if unsupervised. If you go visit him, leave anything unnecessary for the session behind. If you leave stuff in your car, place it in a locked container that's locked to the vehicle with a steel cable and padlock. (I use a pelican brand case and padlock it to the tie-down spots for a child safety seat in my SUV hatchback and keep the hatchback cover closed. It's possible to break into that with even simple tools, but a smash-and-grab automobile burglary won't get it.) If you're hosting and they leave the room (say to go to your bathroom) expect them to go through the stuff wherever they go. If you unlock your phone, tablet, or computer screen around them, then expect them to look at your screen.

I have a young man who calls me “the father he never had.” (I got a Father’s Day card from him that I’m going to frame this year.) Who was a Border Patrol Sergeant and is now a Special Agent for another agency. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. He’s also found that he enjoys cooking and craft beer. So, looks like a cop. But his mannerisms are definitely not cop-like. If you heard him on the phone and didn’t see him, you’d think he was an English literature teacher.

I was a firefighter and (technically a cop) deputy fire marshal in the 1990's. I would have answered no to the question. Unless you were telling me about your arson plans, I didn't really care. I remember inspecting asian massage parlors that were clearly just brothels and I only addressed the matters that made the building less fire safe and left them alone on everything else. Getting into the seedier underside of the city as an observer was one of the more enjoyable parts of that job now that I look back at it.

I usually do the same. I'll have the cash out and visible but deep into the room and not near an exit door. I'll point out that it's there, but ask them not to touch it until the end. One provider wanted to count it up front and I agreed so long as they took off their shoes first.

I had what turned out to be a funny guy-watching experience. I was checking out an athletic guy in his late 30's or early 40's then realized his teenage son figured out that I was checking out his dad. The kid's eyes got wide and his jaw dropped as he clearly wasn't mentally prepared to see a man checking out his dad. I wish I had a photo of the dad's body and of the kid's stunned face.

Google voice is a FREE voice over internet service and app that goes along with a Gmail account (also free). I like that when I don’t want to be bothered by calls coming on that number, I simply log out of that account. It keeps my r-rated conversations on a separate number and application from my real phone and keeps my real phone safe for work. I’ve assumed that most of the message-only ads are from newcomers in the industry who aren’t really established or set up a good communications path for booking. Dealing with new guys is always hit-and-miss.

If their screen name is comfortable for me to call them, I just use that. But if the screen name is unpronounceable or not suitable to call out during a moment of passion, I’ll ask, “what do you like to be called in person?” i wouldn’t want to try to call someone ABQ_DT_Sckr_Swllwr in person. I’ve had sessions where the chemistry really clicked between us and we shared real names and real contact information before saying goodbye.

In general, I love eye contact during sex. I’ve experienced it as hot 99% of the time. And, I’ve seen 1% as a window into the mind of a crazy person.

I've read discussions on similar sites to this that cater to men who see female providers where they use an acronym for Illusion-of-Passion (IOP) and write reviews with a one-to-ten score for a provider. These overly-passive providers would get a super-low IOP score. It seems like a useful scoring method. They also use a taking-care-of-business (TOB) score for just how easy it is to book, get to, meet, pay, and move on from a provider. That also seems useful.

I imagine there’s a percentage of barely-semi-pro escorts who just do it as a paying hobby and are pickier about seeing clients.

I need a term for overly passive non-interactive escorts. I’ve run into a few of them. They’ll let you do whatever, but won’t take an active role. Want to fuck them, fine. But don’t expect any participation back from them. Want to suck their cock? Okay, but dont expect them to return the favor. Kissing, no. Or you might as well kiss a store mannequin. A conversation? Absolutely not. Encounters with these escorts tend to be brief. “I’m here. Do what you want. Get off. And let me go.” It’s a letter grade D performance in my book. I can imagine that these escorts are actually very conflicted about escorting.

Groove Thing Website I'm both stunned and kind of intrigued. They've invented a music speaker system that includes a butt plug designed to operate as a sort of internal subwoofer for whatever you listen to. It pulses and throbs along with the beat and baseline of your music. Their ad mentions lying back and listening to music, but I'm kind of thinking about using it while watching movies with it. Imagine the Original Star Wars or Jurassic Park where you feel the pulse of the sound of all the special effects internally! Ever see an invention and think, "Why didn't I think of that!?"

I hope you have a very happy birthday! 🥳

I think the raid on the high-end brothel outside of Boston might be a good example of the dynamic that you just described. Heidi Fleiss operated a high-end call girl ring in California. In an interview, she told about how her flagrant tax evasion was the thing that unravelled her network.

The PBS Frontline Documentary "Sex Trafficking in America" gives a pretty good insight into how a vice squad picks who to go after and how they gather evidence for it.

I think law enforcement won't (generally) go out of their way to catch people for sex-for-money crimes as long as: It's clearly between consenting adults. Be cautious of someone who looks fifteen and tells you they're nineteen. It happens discretely and not in public. Use discreet contact methods. A burner email account and a burner VOIP telephone account that aren't attached to your real identity help make it more work to tie a transaction back to you. It's not wrapped up in some other kind of criminal activity that they're actively investigating. If the person you're hiring seems like a criminal aside from being a sex-worker, they (and their phone, computer, etc.) may end up in the hands of law enforcement with a search warrant.

I am REQUIRED to provide a link to this clip of Tom Holland working out shirtless.

I spend a lot of time in small remote towns for work too. When I'm lucky, they are big enough to have a Subway sandwich shop. The fact that little towns have minimal hotel options makes it worse. I really like to stay in hotels where my room has both a refrigerator and a microwave. But often, small town hotel rooms only have a bed and a shower. I try to do a little google research on the town before I go so I can pre-plan where to find food and when restaurants and grocers open and close. Going by car helps. I can pack groceries, a cooler, and even something to heat food with if I drive myself.