NYCguy10011

Being able to edge someone takes a special talent. The "edger" really has to know not only what buttons to push, but also when to push the buttons so as to be able to best torment the"edgee". In addition he must know exactly how far to go so as to bring the victim to the edge, but not get him there until the he wants him to get there. I've seen it done a few times at the NY Bondage Club where the denoument was quite intense... like the guy would end up shooting across the room in a literal explosion. Of course when done in a bondage scenario (where the bondage aspect is part of the turn on) the addition of being helpless and bound only would add to the victim's ultimate gratification.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm also planning the NYC Meat-N-Greet AFTER Party !
 
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Well... I was was in the Club lounge earlier this week at a Sheraton and the attendant with whom I am friendly and is gay, was checking out a hot guy who had obviously just come from the gym and was wearing shorts and a tank top! WOOF! However, I jokingly said that he was jail bait, even though he was not. Incidentally, when the guy left I was no fool and managed to get in the elevator with him, but unfortunately we were immediately joined by two women who started to flirt with him. Regarding the club attendent, as far as I know he only gave the hot guy some personalized service in the lounge but who knows what happened subsequently as I checked out the next day. Perhaps I should text him to find out!
 
The only other experience I had with hotel employees was when the maid pranced in not knowing I had a late check out and I was tied to the bed. Somehow we got carried away and forgot the first commandment of Hotel Sex 101: Always hang them Do Not Disturb sign on the door knob! Of course if instead of the maid it was the guy from @thedanNYC's scenario we probably would have ended up doing a threesome!!!
 
Also, I learned a tip regarding Hotel Hookups from an escort recently. That is to always knock very lightly on the door so as not to draw any attention to yourself and not arouse any suspicion from any hotel employees or security. Of course most hotel employees have seen it all, but I guess it's good to play it safe.
 
Oh, and I just checked out @thedanNYC's profile... and I'm guessing he's hot as hell!!! Plus thanks to thedanNYC for sharing his experiences! A great read!
 
EDIT: Regarding the Club Lounge, I am NOT a "fancy person" or "moocher". Far from it! I actually have developed nice personal relationships with the attendants and always treat them with respect. I am considered a family member. Of course if I wanted to I could get some action from one guy, but not my style given our great relationship.

I've watched some of those videos where a guy is "innocently" jerking off in his hotel room when room service comes. I found them interesting from a voyeuristic perspective (wondering how the waiter reacts) but mostly creepy. However, I recently had two unexpected experiences with *willing* staff at two different hotels!
 
Room Service
 
I ordered room service, and heard a knock on my door right after I got out of the shower. I looked through the peephole and saw that a guy was making the delivery, so I figured it'd be okay to open the door in my towel. The guy was very friendly, and I thought I noticed him checking me out a few times during our brief chat. But I didn't make any moves because I didn't want to offend him/get into trouble if I was misinterpreting the situation. But when I signed the check, he asked whether I would like for him to pick up the cart in about an hour. I'm thinking "Hmm, they typically say nothing at all about that or to call room service at any time/leave the cart in the hallway, right? Interesting." So I said that'd be great. He opened the door to leave but exited somewhat slowly...all the while looking at me...so I knew it was on.
 
I spent the next hour eating and wondering was I was hallucinating his interest? Should just leave the cart in the hallway just in case I'm wrong? If I keep the cart, do I open the door again with only my towel on or should I get dressed? In the end, I figured...if he's going to be bold then so am I. So when he came back as promised, I opened the door naked. He came in, turned on the "do not disturb" sign (it was turn-down service time) and got naked. We jerked each other off, and he left.
 
During the typical brief "how are you this afternoon, sir?" conversation we had when he first came into my room, I mentioned that I thought I might be getting a cold. And wouldn't you know...after milking me dry, he came back with a bowl of oranges so I could get some vitamin C. Bonus!
 
The Club Room
 
I have top-tier status with SPG, so I get club room access when staying at some hotels. You know, that special room where they serve free breakfast, lunch and dinner to fancy people (read: moochers)? Well, as soon as I walked into this club room (different hotel from above), I saw this cute attendant. He immediately came over to say hello and ask my room number (that's his job). But then, like the room service guy, he lingered and made small talk as I went through the buffet line. Then he came over to my table and kept chatting me up and making eyes at me while I ate (this is not his job). When I asked him where the bathroom was, he said he would show me... He actually walked in with me and said he had to use it quickly too. And surprise, surprise, we ended up jerking each other off at the urinals...right there out in the open (definitely not his job, but I wasn't mad)! It was a thrill for both of us.
 
Have any of you had any experiences like those?

Wow - the Imperial looks fantastic.

Reinforced everytime I read these forums!

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My favorite (to wear) is a "Gear Essentials" imperial. (https://gearessentials.com/products/imperial)
 
Some guys have been intimidated about giving blowjobs to wears of big metal rings out of concerns of chipping teeth -
so I also have a hard silicon rubber one about the same size and shape, but nobody in the SF Bay Area seems to be carrying anything like it these days. The ones available are stretchier and softer, so you have to go with something of a smaller diameter.
 
I use a cockring and separate ball-stretcher; one two snaps wide.

As a cocksucking fan, I enjoy them visually and technically. and even soft, they lift and separate and give the "illusion" of a bigger basket... Who doesnt love a bigger basket ?

I am assuming you are thinking of not just talking privately, but also meeting in person?
 
Since I joined, I have invited 3 members of the forum to lunch. They all have accepted. I'm glad I did it, they are all great.
I mostly did it because I don't have anyone else with which I can discuss (using voice, rather than my keyboard) my experiences. But also I sort of knew from their posts that it would go well.
 
So if I were you,
1. Participate more (lurkers are an unknown entity, I wouldn't start a deeply-involved PM with someone who barely ever posts) and
2. Then start a private conversation about whatever it is you both currently enjoy reading/discussing on the forum, and then if things still are as friendly as you want them, offer to buy them lunch, whenever they have free time next.
 
Why lunch? Well dinner, or coffee, sounds like you asking them on a date. You don't want to start with a misunderstanding.

hmmm, interesting scenario.
 
those who better know me that what you describe is a bit out-of-character for me, however. now that the climate here is a bit more favorable for good conversation, let me take a moment to engage in some shameless self-promotion and equally shameless self-revelation (is that even a thing???)
 
5 fun and true facts about nynakedtop:
 


1. just had a milestone birthday (up to you to guess which one), bit remains happy to still be at 165 lbs at a height of 5'10" and a waistline of 33"
2. really is a teacher, really did his undergraduate and graduate work in anthropology (the former at yale, the latter at columbia)
3. speaks english, french, thai, some tagalog, and some lao
4. came out as a marxist while in middle school, then moved further leftward (by late in high school affiliated with the weather branch of sds) and remains marxian in his analysis of the world
5. truly is a top, and is naked in every situation where it is either suggested, or otherwise deemed appropriate.
 
now i shut up about myself for a year.
 
ohhh... and the birthday words are appreciated, and appreciated in a very deep, sincere, and honest way.

Happy birthday, NYNT!

You don't get the possibility that maybe some guys might actually be into guys their own age? I like hot young guys too, but I like equally, (and often prefer) older hot daddy types too.

Aaron is great. He used to be at MMX in the same building.
The comment above about BDSM sessions, to the best of my knowledge are at MMX.
Not "Daddy's Retreat". But maybe Aaron is still working with both organizations ?
MMX started out as a great idea, but they veered off to increase membership with a younger crowd by NOT inviting their older members to many of the private events. Kinda tacky...but money trumps ethics in today's world.
To date, Aaron doesn't not seem to exhibit the same sort of prejudice.

I used to get hard while face down when I hear the elastic waist band of my masseur taking off his underwear but now I just like getting naked with him at the start. Sometimes my hands are hanging down and I feel unknown hairy parts of him brush me as he passes and when my hands are at my side palms open I sometimes get a handful. But I like it when the masseur is at my head and I can see through the hole in the face cradle where he is and reach up and stroke each of his naked butt cheeks. I never interrupt his pace by my casual touching here and there and its not to get him hard. It just adds to the overall intimacy of the massage. So yeah, I like my masseur naked at the start.

Hello there NYCguy - this is legit. It is run by Aaron who provides messages and is listed under masseurfinder.com. I've looked into the classes. There is some information about them you could google. I don't have personal experience to share as I haven't taken the plunge as yet. I'm OK sans clothes on a message table with a masseur but don't know if i'd be as comfortable in a group setting. I guess one has to try it to find out. I understand there is mutual touching and an emotional male bonding being promoted and maybe some group message. I've heard there is also a class involving bondage which is not for beginners. So, if you decide to take the plunge, please share with us. I don't believe the cost of each class is all that much and you don't have to commit to more than one in order to try. I did ask if one would be allowed to attend a class and stay on the side lines to basically observe before joining in but that is not possible.

Next time I’m in LA, @Rod Hagen it is!
 
Weighing in here on the masseurs you asked about:
I saw Den last year when he was on the road, and wouldn’t repeat. He is a nice guy, and he had a nice smooth/toned body, but the massage was just so-so, and he’s a little scruffier than I expected (unshaven face, untrimmed pubes, smelled of cigarettes). But very interactive. Maybe better escort than masseur?
I saw Anthony a couple of months ago at his place in LA, and I recommend him highly. Very good guy, very sexy vibe, great body, nice massage room, wonderful with his hands (and more). Among the best in LA.
Good luck!

Seconding Jeff. He’s a little bit quirky, and he’s a smaller (height-wise) guy, but he’s genuinely sweet and sexy. He gives a good massage, has a nice body, and definitely goes the extra mile.

Next time I’m in LA, @Rod Hagen it is!
 
Weighing in here on the masseurs you asked about:
I saw Den last year when he was on the road, and wouldn’t repeat. He is a nice guy, and he had a nice smooth/toned body, but the massage was just so-so, and he’s a little scruffier than I expected (unshaven face, untrimmed pubes, smelled of cigarettes). But very interactive. Maybe better escort than masseur?
I saw Anthony a couple of months ago at his place in LA, and I recommend him highly. Very good guy, very sexy vibe, great body, nice massage room, wonderful with his hands (and more). Among the best in LA.
Good luck!