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I don’t want to break the rules on reviews, so I’ll just report “thumbs up” on Sean/Michael. A very nice experience.

I don’t want to break the rules on reviews, so I’ll just report “thumbs up” on Sean/Michael. A very nice experience.

I don’t want to break the rules on reviews, so I’ll just report “thumbs up” on Sean/Michael. A very nice experience.

Thanks for the recommendation, guys. I’m seeing Sean/Michael this afternoon.

Thanks for the recommendation, guys. I’m seeing Sean/Michael this afternoon.

I started getting massages in my 20s, and my ideal was a session with a hot Dad type. (At that time, it seemed harder to find older masseurs than it is now. But I managed to find plenty...)
 
In any case, I never had an issue — I didn’t think that being younger made me hot or desirable, and I didn’t expect the masseur to treat me any differently because of my age.

I’m at the gym 6 days a week - 4 lifting, 2 cardio. I go on an empty stomach every single time. My workout is at the end of my fast so my stomach is as empty as it gets. I do consume a BCAAs before my workout, but at 20 calories, it’s not breaking my fast.
 
I’ve never been overweight (since puberty - I was a chunky boy) or had a lot of fat to lose, but I can say I’m leaner, stronger, and more defined and have more endurance (on average) since I began intermittent fasting and working out on an empty stomach about 2 years ago. I’m in sniffing range of 40 and have been working out for about 16 years now and can say most of the progress I’ve made towards what I look like today has happened in the past 2 years.
 
The question was is cardio on an empty stomach better for fat loss. I can’t say for certain but I can point to my own anecdotal evidence above. Really, though, trying to figure out the answer may be a waste of time. What you eat is going to make the biggest difference. I can understand the drive to make the choices that will provide maximal return on effort, but I don’t believe any form of self-care is a bad thing, and whether your tummy is rumbling on the treadmill or not isn’t going to matter at all if you don’t eat properly, drink lots of water, and get adequate rest.
 
If you’re thinking of doing cardio on an empty stomach, I would recommend getting some of those little energy gel packs and bring an apple. If you start feeling weak or dizzy, stop and sit. Drink water and eat the gel packet and apple. SLOWLY so you don’t puke.
 
Also, please note that I’m speaking from my own experience and medical education (I’ve mentioned before that my first career was occupational therapy), but I’m not a doctor, and even if I were, I’m not your doctor, so don’t do anything without consulting a doctor.

i resisted posting to this thread for a long time, because i feel as though it is a wheel that keeps getting re-invented many too many times.
 
so i will keep it brief.
 
first off, throwing around the phrase "PC" to demean people who work for social justice is a whole issue in and of itself, but ... if by "too PC" you mean the foregrounding of equality, of taking into consideration the rights of those who are historically marginalized, the taking into consideration the everyday plight(s) of people who are undervalued and oppressed.... of being champions for peace, equality, and justice....
 
then i would say it is impossible to ever be "too PC"

Last year, I was in DC for two nights every week, and I would stay at the same hotel. I had coffee delivered from room service early every morning. After the first few weeks, I noticed that it was often the same guy bringing it — Latino, 20s, shy. He was good-looking enough, but he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, and I didn’t think much of him the first couple of times I saw him.
 
I often stroke and edge a little in the morning. A couple of times, he saw that I was hard in my PJ bottoms, which I wore when I answered the door. And a couple of times, he seemed to linger for just a minute longer than he needed to.
 
About a month after the first time I saw him, he brought the coffee, headed to the door to leave, and paused. I was hard, with a visible wet spot from edging, which I had held my hands over to cover. I moved my hands, and he was staring at my bulge. I grabbed my bulge and rubbed it, and that was all it took. He came back into the middle of the room, dropped to his knees, and sucked my cock. I came in his mouth. He quickly stood up, I thanked him, and he left.
 
For the next few weeks, someone else brought coffee in the morning, and I thought he was embarrassed or something — until he showed up one morning at the door. Nothing happened that first time back, but every few weeks he’d deliver a BJ with my coffee. Part of what made it hot was not knowing if he was going to deliver the coffee, or if anything would happen.

My first Erotic Massage was on a business trip. I hired a masseur for an outcall. When I answered the door, I felt like I had ordered a pizza. The guy had a classic pizza delivery guy vibe. About 22 years old......but could easily pass for 18 y/o. About 6 ft....with a swimmers build. He had no table, so he spread a sheet on the bed. He stripped first, and as he took off his pants out dropped an enormous cock, thick and with a huge head. I quickly stripped and got on the bed. He started on my upper back, and did an amazing job. Big, strong hands. He did a foot massage, and then he made his move. When he did the foot massage, in a smooth move, he took my one leg and put it at my side, and without asking dove into my ass with his tongue. He was very verbal, and kept murmuring how hot I was ( sure, I 'll take that LOL). I was a bit unsure whether to let him continue, but went with the flow. He must have rimmed me for over 15 minutes, and kept reaching and pinching my nipples at the same time as he was rimming me. I was rock hard and stroking myself, and reached over to him and he was rock hard. He kept being verbal, telling me to relax and enjoy his tongue. At my request, I then asked him if we could stand up for a minute. We both stood up, and he then dove into my chest, licking and sucking my nipples, again being verbal. I was ready to burst, so asked if we could get back on the bed. We then got into a 69 position, and went at each other's cocks. He was then ready to cum, and as I took my mouth off his cock, he shot and hit the headboard and it dripped down. (he later claimed he shoots even further) He then had me lay on my back, and finished me off with a blow job. After he finished me off, he said he could cum again, and asked if he could stand on the bed, while I laid back since he wanted to shoot all over me. So he then came again, all over my chest and abs. That's 22 years old for you! Great first erotic massage experience with an expert masseur....and an expert tongue!

I have attended several variations on the session you allude to, and have found them fun. It is definitely a mixed group and what is wonderful about that is one generally finds less attitude and more horniness than one might otherwise encounter. There are some clear ground rules (no anal penetration) and some words shared about the nature of consent... it is also a sincere attempt to elevate group encounters into a mindful process...
 
More delicate questions I am happy to answer.

Nice. Interesting rate schedule:
$150 / 45 minutes
$180 / 80 minutes
 
And I love that Penn station is now considered Chelsea. I thought maybe Hellsea.

Some people might like "Lion wooing" theme and I respect it. Generally when I book massage, I am there to relax ( mentally and physically) and expect a good massage with warm masseur. I am not sure if reversing role getting into mental tango to charm masseur just to get him warmer fit in that bill. No wonder I found him frigid.

i love a man who takes risks.....
 
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I went once on a visit to DC a few months ago. It was better than I expected — large group of guys, all types. It’s a very small space, everyone strips naked, and men are there to play. In the main room, it’s stroking/groping only, and there’s a curtained off area where anything goes. The curtained area wasn’t too crowded — most men are there to stroke. Enjoy!

Yes - I think it was $10 or $20 at the door. You have to go to their website beforehand and register for the event in order to go (a bit of a hassle, but not too bad).

I went once on a visit to DC a few months ago. It was better than I expected — large group of guys, all types. It’s a very small space, everyone strips naked, and men are there to play. In the main room, it’s stroking/groping only, and there’s a curtained off area where anything goes. The curtained area wasn’t too crowded — most men are there to stroke. Enjoy!

I have a feeling if he's not really draping you well and your cock is popping out, he likes what he sees. Especially if he is stretching your legs and drape moves around and doesn't really cover you back up again.
Part of me feels like it could be awkward if you bluntly asked for release.
When I've worked on glutes and inner thighs, sometimes the guy has to adjust themselves to make themselves more comfortable. They would push their boner down and I would "accidentally" rub their cock while massaging their inner thigh.
And there are times where I do have to move cock and balls out of the way to get to a muscle. Maybe ask for work on these areas so it gives him an excuse to get more handsy. Guys notoriously have tight adductors. The highest one is the pectineus and you usually have to push the ball sack up to get to it's origin. Depending on how your boner is. Some guys point up so it's on the stomach. If that's the case, request abdominal massage which is therapeutically great (such a neglected part, usually never gets massaged) but I usually have to move a cock around to get to the lower abs.

Last year, I was in DC for two nights every week, and I would stay at the same hotel. I had coffee delivered from room service early every morning. After the first few weeks, I noticed that it was often the same guy bringing it — Latino, 20s, shy. He was good-looking enough, but he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, and I didn’t think much of him the first couple of times I saw him.
 
I often stroke and edge a little in the morning. A couple of times, he saw that I was hard in my PJ bottoms, which I wore when I answered the door. And a couple of times, he seemed to linger for just a minute longer than he needed to.
 
About a month after the first time I saw him, he brought the coffee, headed to the door to leave, and paused. I was hard, with a visible wet spot from edging, which I had held my hands over to cover. I moved my hands, and he was staring at my bulge. I grabbed my bulge and rubbed it, and that was all it took. He came back into the middle of the room, dropped to his knees, and sucked my cock. I came in his mouth. He quickly stood up, I thanked him, and he left.
 
For the next few weeks, someone else brought coffee in the morning, and I thought he was embarrassed or something — until he showed up one morning at the door. Nothing happened that first time back, but every few weeks he’d deliver a BJ with my coffee. Part of what made it hot was not knowing if he was going to deliver the coffee, or if anything would happen.

We could hookup together. Bring them in. Jack it to profiles and photos. Just be horned up daddies.
 
I'm 35, 5'10'', 180, beard, masc, vers top. Love all sorts of guys.

Or bring a boy over, shower him with cum and flood his holes.
 
Hugs,
Greg

This is a true story.
 
I really get turned on by the thought of an encounter at a public restroom. But I'm not super hung and usually do a quick piss and zip.
 
So I was recently at this corporate retreat with many other executives (I'm the youngest at my company). It was one of those secluded resorts in the middle of a forest.
 
We had been there for a few days already and always ended the night at the resort bar. On the final night, I was a little buzzed from dinner. I went to the bar but didn't really feel like drinking. I did need to take a piss though so I went to the nearby restroom.
 
I ended up at the urinal next to one of the cute Latino staffers (I could tell he worked there because he had a uniform on). We both were there longer than a normal piss would be. And we gave each other glances.
 
His coworker came in and they started chatting so I zipped up. I couldn't shake the feeling so I sat outside on the coach. The coworker exited but the guy hadn't. I waited another minute or two and the guy still hadn't come out yet.
 
So I went back in to see where he was. Unfortunately he was at the mirror checking out his teeth. So I was bummed out but went into the stall because I didn't want to look like a creep.
 
Then I realized he moved back to urinals. I peeked out of the stall and he was stroking his dick. I motioned him over and we started stroking.
 
My building was just one over so I told him to meet me at my room. I took the outside path and he took the hallway. I sucked his 7" cock to completion in my room. He was young -- maybe 21 or 22 -- and had braces (which why he was checking out his teeth). We decided it was best that he not suck me off lol. I wish it wasn't the last night.

Just saw this was revived. Since I posted here I saw the friend who works at the Sheraton who I referenced earlier in the thread. He wanted to send a bottle of wine to my room, but since I would not be able to drink it and did not want to pack it in my luggage. I told him to order what ever he wanted and I would slip it to him. He noted that there we so many hidden cameras in the hotel that we had better do the transaction off property after his shift was over. So I arranged to meet him a block away from the hotel and we took care of business.
 
If he was worried about getting in trouble over a silly bottle of wine, I can only imagine what would happen he was caught in a transgression with a hotel guest. Plus, I can also only imagine how many cameras are installed on the property. Now this is a very large hotel and one would think that as @SuperJunior implies it would be impossible to monitor everything, but apparently that is not a problem given today's technology.

Last year, I was in DC for two nights every week, and I would stay at the same hotel. I had coffee delivered from room service early every morning. After the first few weeks, I noticed that it was often the same guy bringing it — Latino, 20s, shy. He was good-looking enough, but he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, and I didn’t think much of him the first couple of times I saw him.
 
I often stroke and edge a little in the morning. A couple of times, he saw that I was hard in my PJ bottoms, which I wore when I answered the door. And a couple of times, he seemed to linger for just a minute longer than he needed to.
 
About a month after the first time I saw him, he brought the coffee, headed to the door to leave, and paused. I was hard, with a visible wet spot from edging, which I had held my hands over to cover. I moved my hands, and he was staring at my bulge. I grabbed my bulge and rubbed it, and that was all it took. He came back into the middle of the room, dropped to his knees, and sucked my cock. I came in his mouth. He quickly stood up, I thanked him, and he left.
 
For the next few weeks, someone else brought coffee in the morning, and I thought he was embarrassed or something — until he showed up one morning at the door. Nothing happened that first time back, but every few weeks he’d deliver a BJ with my coffee. Part of what made it hot was not knowing if he was going to deliver the coffee, or if anything would happen.

More with Japanese Clover clamps!
 
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