Smurof

Success is anyone who does a wealth of business consistently, whether an escort or a masseur. Pleasant personality and reasonable rate are major factors. Anal and / or oral involvement has no area of normalcy. YMMV is over-used, but accurate.

Seemingly everything in L.A. is fishy to begin with, but in these times STARTING to run a new ad is suspicious no matter where from.

That was the most un-romantic story I've read all day.

I see many people defend the age of providers and the penis size of providers, but many forum folks who contribute make negative comments of "height challenged" providers. I'm interested in the next couple of years of being a provider myself in a small market (no pun intended there), but is being 5 foot 5 really that much of a turn-off? It sort of makes sense to me if I lie about my lack of vertical-ness and indicate I'm 5" 8" when I'm not, yet I read about guys who do this to gain more one-time business.

Why am I hearing this whole thread in his voice:

 

Andy strikes me on this day as one who skipped the dentist, and only made it halfway through his eyebrow appointment. I miss him.

I'd like to add that while I know we're all in this together, do I really need to hear it in every other ad/commercial??

My favorite song six years ago says the same thing :

For almost two years, I saw a guy here in Houston whose sessions followed this pattern:

 

Upon my arrival, we would sit in his living room, where he would have waiting for me a bottle of water. We would sit and casually talk for a few minutes. The topics varied widely. He was shirtless at this point and might be wearing shorts, sweatpants, or just a towel. I will say he had an incredible lean, muscular body, long flowing black hair, and a killer smile with a charming gap between his two front teeth. Latin and ex-military.

 

Next, we would go into his massage room. As he set the music and lit the candles, I usually stepped into the bathroom and peed, leaving the door open, as our conversation continued. I would emerge, disrobe, and he would tell me whether to lie face down or face up. Then he would remove his shorts, pants, or towel. He was a smallish guy, standing about 5'7", and proportionately endowed; cut, and with low-hanging balls. Very little body hair, but just enough.

 

Every massage I received from him was different and there was always something unpredictable. He seemed to love introducing new techniques to me or letting me be his guinea pig. He was very strong and had excellent skills. He interspersed sensual and erotic elements throughout the therapeutic ones. Depending on the amount of time I had, the massage would last anywhere from 90 minutes to two hours or more. Happy endings were more like happy 75% of the way through, because after I climaxed, he would bring me down gently and tenderly to the point of pure bliss.

 

Then he would go into the bathroom and turn on the shower as I laid on the table and waited until he told me it was ready. I would go into the bathroom, he would pull back the shower curtain and hold out his hand to help me step over the edge of the bathtub (no, I am not elderly, infirm, nor handicapped; this was just his style). And then he would step in behind me and close the curtain. He would shampoo and condition my hair, rinse it, then bathe me all over with a soft washcloth. He paid so much attention to my genitals and asshole that I would achieve another erection and often cum again. He invited mutual touching and I often brought him to erection, but never saw him cum.

 

After my shower, he would hand me a big fresh towel and continue our conversation as I dried off and got dressed. We would always share a nice, affectionate hug before I paid him and left. He never once told me how much I owed him; he always just said, "What ever you feel like paying me. I enjoy this as much as I think and hope you do." So I'd pay him $120 to $150, depending on how long I'd been there.

 

I usually didn't hear from him at all between sessions, but one evening he texted me saying he needed to buy a new washing machine and wondered if I might help him out by purchasing a package of three or four massages. So I agreed to this and bought three @ $150. The next day, I took him $450 cash and we set up three appointments spread out over the next eight weeks.

 

This was going along fine and I had one remaining pre-paid massage. The morning of this appointment when I arrived at his house, where his car was parked under the carport as usual, he did not answer the door. The door was also locked, which was not usually the case. I texted him. Nothing. I called. Voicemail. I waited in my car. I drove around the corner and filled up with gasoline. Texted again. Called again. Nothing. I went to my remote office and emailed him. I drove back over to his house. Status quo. So I went back to my home office and proceeded with my work day.

 

A few hours later, he texted me, apologizing, saying he had overslept because he'd fallen off a step ladder the day before and injured himself and had taken some pain pills that knocked him out. I said OMG, I was so sorry to hear this, hoped he was okay, suggested he might go have an X-ray, and that I wished he had told me about his accident and we could have rescheduled because I had spent a couple of hours wondering, messaging, hanging around his part of town thinking I might hear from him. Well, he didn't like that at all and proceeded to tell me what a dick I was for thinking only of myself. He said I could redeem my third pre-paid massage but that would be my last and we would part as friends. Then, no, he said, you are a total jerk and I gave you more attention than any other client EVER, so fuck you, you arrogant asshole.

 

I was simply floored.

 

It's now been one year. Interim research about this guy revealed that he did indeed serve in the Navy, was honorably discharged, and suffered PTSD.

 

I have not had a better overall massage experience with anyone else before or since, and I have thought about reconnecting with him. I certainly do miss all that was good about him!

 

So, yes, I have had a shower with a masseur.

You appear to sill be owed a pre-paid one. Any chance it's transferable?

Genetics and weather. You're welcome.

What I think Tiffany may have indirectly meant by preferring a small penis is that she prefers white guys.

Once many of us get stimulated financially from our U.S. Government, getting groomed is one of the first stops on our agendas when we can resume normality. Here's a couple of guys who provide in a stimulating way, a haircut sans clothes. Two very different men, but hot in their own way :

https://thenakedbarber.com/

I wonder what the answer would be for the inverse question, how many top escorts are willing to consider bottoming?

Nearly zero. "Strict top" isn't worth testing, and "Top / Verse" to me reads, top, and verse if I like what I see, but probably no.

Going back to PM people on here to catch up with massage experiences that may or may not have transpired, I get this message ALOT. Does this mean I've been blocked by these individuals? With some I can see they haven't been on here in ages, so a new PM would be a waste, but there are others that still contribute regularly that I can no longer send a message to.

I live in a crappy rural town, and our 1 grocery store permanently closed their doors due to this virus, they say. Suppliers didn't want to come all the way out here anymore. In a nearby town, there's lots of fast food restaurants, and companies like Doordash and the like do deliveries...or so we're wrongly told.

Problem is, people in the metropolis 2 hours from me go on social media to say that my town can receive food no problem. Who are these people?? The truth is, the delivery companies around here must stay within state boundaries, so deliveries where I am are not permitted. Over 90% of the business where I live is from casino revenue, which has been shut down for over three weeks and counting, including all of the restaurants within them.

I am very fortunate I don't work in the casinos, but also find it maddening that the big stores have "Senior only" hours, so if you're not old, forget it trying to get a basic need. My stockpile dwindles just like everybody else, but I don't think even the most pessimistic person could have ever predicted the nightmare we're experiencing.

Tyler Desrosier told me yesterday he was putting an Onlyfans site up with clips of him having sex. I had to then ask with who or what, and he said a lady. For me, that's better than a fleshlight but worse than a man. That actually sounds like a song. I wrote one a long time ago in the style of Garth Brooks titled "I'm too rugged for a woman, but I'm not gay."

I was not able to find a link, and he didn't care for my sense of humor.

This happened to me today, but not on this forum. I was told a message of mine was not able to be sent because the word "young" was in my text. Seriously. I can see using a sexual word in a message to be rejected, but this is taking p.c. way too far (political correctness, for those who hate abbreviations like I usually do).

On that same forum, I had rimjob rejected, only to be accepted when I separated the two words! Suddenly I must have been having a conversation about my car instead? Truth be told : I wasn't.

Multiple reviews on him nearly a half year later, and all but 1 are bad. He slashed his rate to $80 during the pandemic. He claims to be hing instead of hung, so I've no interest to hure him.

Anyone having random sex during this Pandemic is irresponsible and SELFISH !

As are people who fail to compliment the hotness of your changing Avatars - Woof woof!

if he is, the football's circumcised.

I'd love to be a wide receiver for Israel's team. They'd only have me run cut routes.

It's so fun to run across two masseurs who haven't met, but take the experience well beyond a standard massage, and then share the experience on each other's only fans pages. Here's a link to the sneak previews, and a link to the men :

https://rentmasseur.com/AlexJacobs

https://rentmasseur.com/Adamexplorer

He's just trying to out-travel Santa's Christmas Eve itinerary, that's all. Up next, South Mariana Islands, perhaps?

I thought with nothing much to do for a great many of us right now, that would be something enjoyable, to find someone each day to see what he or she is up to. I stopped after person #3.

I was thrilled when the website Classmates came along, giving the opportunity to re-connect with people you went to school with. This preceded Facebook. I had a profile on there, but took it down after 2 years, as only 1 person sent a message to me, which thrilled me like you can't imagine. It turned out to be Classmates to remind me of my annual renewal.

I started off with my friend from childhood who one day I jokingly tried to drown in his swimming pool when we were playing Marco Polo. Before that day, his parents were good friends with my mother, but that incident ended that friendship as well. I tried to call him in my 20s and that conversation was VERY brief. I sent him a Facebook message earlier this week, and so far it's unread.

I then tried to get in touch with a friend of a friend from high school. The friend of mine has deliberately kept his distance from me since catching wind of me talking poorly about him from more than one other person, which understandably confirms to him who the gossip spreader is. The last time I saw my friend in person was nearly 30 years ago, working as a security guard at a music festival. He excused himself when he saw me approaching. He became an amateur bodybuilder since that avoiding incident, but my friend of a friend understandably grew weary of me every few years asking what his friend was up to. Today the friend of a friend is a school principal, and that profession right now is right up there with high stress, so I'm sure I won't hear back.

Finally, I tried to re-connect with a guy who self manufactures thong swimwear that I like to patronize. I was really excited to see him as an active forum member on a message board for those who enjoy wearing thongs in public. He lives in Florida, and I'm on the other side of the country, so a real life meet-up was not going to happen. He's still single last I knew. He didn't respond when I sent him a message, but my in-box showed he opened it. Two days later, he did a near whitewash from the board, eliminating his profile entirely, so all entries are blank and read "former forum member".

I've spent a lifetime jumping from odd job to odd job as "that guy". I'm no Einstein, but it took the job I currently have to curb my "that guy"-ness (I still am, but not to the point where I feel I really need to get out, although my co-workers would absolutely throw a party if I did the next day).

I saw "Curb Your Enthusiasm" for the first time. I found the episode I watched to be extremely funny. In this episode, Larry David opened up a "spite store" right next to a coffee shop he used to frequent, while Chaz Bono's gigantic penis had a storyline all its own.

Take whatever you're told with a grain of salt. Since you're asking about it, was your first time worth sharing? My first was a MMF (two males, one female), which was probably highly unusual for a first sexual experience. PM for deets!

I've yet to hear of anyone, not one, who went to get tested where the result came out anything other than positive.

It's enough to keep me at home like I've been instructed to do. Test kits, or virus-inducing kits? For now, I'm not interested in taking a test.

"Hedwig & The Angry Inch" is on HBO comedy tonight. I enjoyed it in a movie theater 19 years ago, stunned to see it came in 28th place in it's opening weekend, failing to make back it's budget. The star of the movie was nominated for a Golden Globe, and it has become a cult classic over time.