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Some months back he sent information about his newly remolded bathroom. I politely told him he really should change that, and he let me know it was too late, since people know what he really meant. Today, he's having an Election Day special, which is nice. 20% off his $50 massage - only $30. I'm no math major, but scaring people off with grime is one thing. Ripping yourself off by not understanding subtraction is plain insanity.
 
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Some months back he sent information about his newly remolded bathroom. I politely told him he really should change that, and he let me know it was too late, since people know what he really meant. Today, he's having an Election Day special, which is nice. 20% off his $50 massage - only $30. I'm no math major, but scaring people off with grime is one thing. Ripping yourself off by not understanding subtraction is plain insanity.
 
https://rentmasseur.com/armyhands

Dad wanted me to play hockey when he was briefly a part of my very young life, but I did tumbling instead as the only boy in the class. Later in my youth, I played soccer and was excellent. Dad was out of the picture at this point, but mom was what are nowadays called "a Karen", so my playing time was limited since every other parent (and kid, for that matter) couldn't stand her irritating bullshit. That was frustrating, but it only got worse.
 
When High School rolled around, I had an iron leg and could boot a football VERY far. The team (playing Spring ball was no contact) was excited of the prospect of pinning opposing defenses deep any time we needed to punt. Mom REFUSED to sign a waiver to allow me to play, so her precious only child wouldn't get hurt. Was I the next Ray Guy? No (he was considered the best at the position), but it sucked playing French Horn during halftime on the field when the crowd is collectively at the snack bar instead of doing what I wanted to do. Punters have the best view of asses, but that's just a bonus!

Dad wanted me to play hockey when he was briefly a part of my very young life, but I did tumbling instead as the only boy in the class. Later in my youth, I played soccer and was excellent. Dad was out of the picture at this point, but mom was what are nowadays called "a Karen", so my playing time was limited since every other parent (and kid, for that matter) couldn't stand her irritating bullshit. That was frustrating, but it only got worse.
 
When High School rolled around, I had an iron leg and could boot a football VERY far. The team (playing Spring ball was no contact) was excited of the prospect of pinning opposing defenses deep any time we needed to punt. Mom REFUSED to sign a waiver to allow me to play, so her precious only child wouldn't get hurt. Was I the next Ray Guy? No (he was considered the best at the position), but it sucked playing French Horn during halftime on the field when the crowd is collectively at the snack bar instead of doing what I wanted to do. Punters have the best view of asses, but that's just a bonus!

Dad wanted me to play hockey when he was briefly a part of my very young life, but I did tumbling instead as the only boy in the class. Later in my youth, I played soccer and was excellent. Dad was out of the picture at this point, but mom was what are nowadays called "a Karen", so my playing time was limited since every other parent (and kid, for that matter) couldn't stand her irritating bullshit. That was frustrating, but it only got worse.
 
When High School rolled around, I had an iron leg and could boot a football VERY far. The team (playing Spring ball was no contact) was excited of the prospect of pinning opposing defenses deep any time we needed to punt. Mom REFUSED to sign a waiver to allow me to play, so her precious only child wouldn't get hurt. Was I the next Ray Guy? No (he was considered the best at the position), but it sucked playing French Horn during halftime on the field when the crowd is collectively at the snack bar instead of doing what I wanted to do. Punters have the best view of asses, but that's just a bonus!

Dad wanted me to play hockey when he was briefly a part of my very young life, but I did tumbling instead as the only boy in the class. Later in my youth, I played soccer and was excellent. Dad was out of the picture at this point, but mom was what are nowadays called "a Karen", so my playing time was limited since every other parent (and kid, for that matter) couldn't stand her irritating bullshit. That was frustrating, but it only got worse.
 
When High School rolled around, I had an iron leg and could boot a football VERY far. The team (playing Spring ball was no contact) was excited of the prospect of pinning opposing defenses deep any time we needed to punt. Mom REFUSED to sign a waiver to allow me to play, so her precious only child wouldn't get hurt. Was I the next Ray Guy? No (he was considered the best at the position), but it sucked playing French Horn during halftime on the field when the crowd is collectively at the snack bar instead of doing what I wanted to do. Punters have the best view of asses, but that's just a bonus!

My first would be the first of many if it wasn't so far away. It was in Phoenix a few years ago. He was older, smooth except for a nice head of hair on his head and above his giant cock. He would knock it into my head while I was face down on the massage table. When I turned over, he maneuvered his genitals to my face and massaged my calves, feet and upper legs while we 69ed. He then removed the face rest, got on his back, and massaged my ass while I fucked his face! It was so amazing I almost couldn't believe the experience I was having. Sadly for all of us, he retired to spend more time with his children. Perhaps we can be lucky down the road if they have his genetics!

They find a branch somewhere, spin a cocoon, and emerge several weeks later as a butterfly....

And to think I thought he initially changed his name so people didn't mistake him from being from Manitoba....

And to think I thought he initially changed his name so people didn't mistake him from being from Manitoba....

My personal most liked was that of Playgirl dream hunk John Holliday. ALL of his photos as well as video clips were on there. My runner up favorite was that of porn actor Marc Stone. I enjoyed gawking over some photo spreads that I was previously unaware that he was in.
 
I received a note from Yahoo! today that they are removing all of the groups in mid-December due to a lack of use.

"I've been a masseuse for many years". To be nice, I'd alert these guys that unless they are or were a woman, they're not a masseuse. I'm not doing that anymore.
 
It's alright. I had the most gentile attended Bar Mitzvah in the history of my place of youth worship, receiving two "Happy Bat Mitzvah" cards. I'm still not a lady.

I have had that happen once. He must have made a notation in his phone. He was dying for our time to end - kicked me out extra early, and quoted me a repeat price of $200 even though his listed rate was $80! I suspected he hated every living second of massaging me (he was an all over smoothie who only liked bears, which I wished I knew - did a complete body shave that morning), but he was one of the better pure massagers that I had experienced, all intangibles excluded. I was a rookie back then, and learned several lessons from that.

I wouldn't answer. I'd just walk away.
 
I don't have the time to listen to lecturing and posturing from foolish people.

All that, and you STILL didn't even answer this post's question. The irony! P.S. I'll take being called a douch over a douche any day.

Not trying to be difficult, but why does it have to be something in-between?
 
For him, I like a g-string. For me, I like a thong. If it has to be within your confines, for him, I like bikini briefs, and for me, a jock strap that looks like bikini briefs from the front, sheer when not wet, and then....

Not trying to be difficult, but why does it have to be something in-between?
 
For him, I like a g-string. For me, I like a thong. If it has to be within your confines, for him, I like bikini briefs, and for me, a jock strap that looks like bikini briefs from the front, sheer when not wet, and then....

I wouldn't go so far as to say I would EXPECT some kind of acknowledgement from the Only Fans guys I tip, but I do take grave offence at being singled out by them, giving likes to every single other person who compliments their photos except for mine when mine is in the middle of others - it's personal.
 
My final straw with anybody on Only Fans was when a hot young stud posted "porn star dildo used - watch me stretch my hole!". It was hot for sure, so I asked him "What famous person did you put up your butt?" And his response was "?????" Was my inquiry really "too probing?"

I wouldn't go so far as to say I would EXPECT some kind of acknowledgement from the Only Fans guys I tip, but I do take grave offence at being singled out by them, giving likes to every single other person who compliments their photos except for mine when mine is in the middle of others - it's personal.
 
My final straw with anybody on Only Fans was when a hot young stud posted "porn star dildo used - watch me stretch my hole!". It was hot for sure, so I asked him "What famous person did you put up your butt?" And his response was "?????" Was my inquiry really "too probing?"

First thing in the morning, or as early as possible for the masseur. I want him to have first crack at me.

First time, always before. All subsequent visits, either one is fine. Never do advance pre-paid visit plans. Clients and providers seem to frequently disagree on the number that is presently in session. It is frustrating to think a provider believes you are ripping them off when you aren't because they count visits incorrectly, not you.

First thing in the morning, or as early as possible for the masseur. I want him to have first crack at me.

First thing in the morning, or as early as possible for the masseur. I want him to have first crack at me.

First thing in the morning, or as early as possible for the masseur. I want him to have first crack at me.

I wouldn't like someone deliberately telling me that they are paying at the end in order to pre-agree to an arrangement on their terms when I've never met them. For that, I'd just prefer a "mmm hmm yep, looks about right" compliment, being handed three large for being honest, and watch you leave.