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Definitely Jean Claude Can Damme and Ah-nold, then it was Austin Peck. I would fantasize about seeing Arnold's pecs in person. I also loved catching a glimpse of Brian Keith"s hairy chest in The Parent Trap.

I just returned from a road trip with a friend who booked us one night in Vegas to access a cheap hotel. I had never been to Vegas before. I did not feel super comfortable (as someone taking lots of precautions). I didn't spend much time on the casino floor but had to go through there a few times. Most people were not wearing masks, I would say. We had to go up to the 25th floor for our room, and twice we hurriedly jumped out of the elevator when unmasked people tried to join us (even though the big signs told them not to). The hotel was being kept at 30% capacity. Parking was free. Some people were social distancing in line to check in, others (including the people behind us) were not, despite markers on the floor. They did a temperature scan before getting in line to check in at the hotel, but there was no scan for everyone coming in. Here, and elsewhere, I see no attempts by anyone to cover their coughs. Everyone stands in front of the exit door smoking and coughing. Gross.

I was only able to watch about 10 minutes of the AMA on Friday when George was on. Did I hear he had been in prison? I would love to hear more of what he said about it or any other interesting personal details, if anyone can share.

I'm newly out to myself, and I find this baffling. I hooked up with a really nice guy before Covid. He offered to be friends, and we talked about what we had in common that we liked to do. When I left, he sent me home with some very delicious peanut butter cookies. When I've messaged him after to check in, no reference to sex in sight, he only sometimes replies, and it is half-heartedly. I am not pursuing anything. I've met guys in bars, made out, and had the same disappearing act after some he expressed an intense desire to stay in touch. In the meantime, the guy that started out as a hook up and sort of has become a meaningful relationship would rather have sex with others than with me. If you spent so many years pursuing sex with dozens of men, it's hard to be satisfied with just one, I guess. But for me, it weakens the connection.

Yeah, I do it 2-3 times a day. It's become a part-time job. I'm trying to cut down so I have more time to do other things.

In my high school, the jocks changed in the sports teams' locker room. Nobody showered. There was one semester, though, where three upperclassmen were in a class, changing at the same time as us. What I remember was them talking about prom night (or was it homecoming), how one guy's parents were getting him a room (?), and how another guy was planning on doing it the weekend before. I enjoyed their talk of sex. In ninth grade, I began my fascination with pecs. I had a gym teacher who clearly had a defined set pushing into his t-shirts. After skiing one day, I saw him in his tightey whiteys, changing his clothes. He had stripped down entirely and was sitting down, either putting pants on or taking them off. I saw the pecs! But we made eye contact, and I felt bad. After college, I would return to campus to use the workout facilities. I was very shy, very closeted. This is a very conservative college, very, filled with hot guys with the heart of Sunday School teachers or missionaries. At one point, the football team was walking into the facility and into their locker room. I heard one guy call out, "Oka guys, time to get naked." It was so hot to hear, and I envied their ability to spend time together casually naked.

I don't have a lot of money, I grew up below the poverty line (I come on here to enjoy other people's stories of hiring), and I have spent my life working so hard at 60-100 hour work weeks (except for a period of 9 years when I had a sensible job) and have very little to show for it, so I don't feel like I have benefitted financially from the suppression of African-American people. Yet, the little I can do is that I tip my African-American servers more than other servers. It's not much, but it's a sacrifice for me. It's my way of saying, "I'm sorry. I see you. I respect you." I encourage others to do the same. We can all do something to make this world a better place. (I never tell anyone this. I post it here anonymously as an encouragement to others.)

My friend works in a nursing home, and Covid-19 has broken out. She is home sick with it now, and I am really worried. The director didn't do enough to protect the residents or the staff. It started because they admitted a new resident who tested negative but was positive. Nobody even appropriately assessed her to realize she was not a good fit for the nursing hom. She left after three days, but now it's spreading. One nurse went into a positive patient's room without PPE. Another nurse told an aid to report to work even though she was coughing because she didn't give enough notice (of course, no one wakes up extra early in case they wake up with Covid-19). The aid hung up on her. These nursing homes need to realize that five open beds is not worse than 35 when your residents are wiped out. I would apply pressure on administration if I had a family member in such a facility and could not take them home with me. Nobody makes good decisions when their top priority is money.

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Many, many years ago, I was visiting Los Angeles. On the drive there, I stopped at an adult book store in Nevada. It was the first time ever doing anything like that. After years of looking up bookstores and adult theaters online, I just stopped. A worker showered me to booths with glory holes but didn't go in. I did go to a booth without glory holes and found the whole process uninteresting (bad porn on the screen). Picked up my first porn mags, though, and got major blue balls in the hour until I checked into a hotel. I had been drooling over pics on the Denver Swim Club website and on my travels, I drove past it (after getting horribly lost). I wished so much I could stop there but didn't. I was 29 years old, closeted, sort of in denial, and it would be another three years before I'd have my first sexual experience. While in Los Angeles, I would drive past adult bookstores and a bathhouse and wish I could go in. On my final night in Los Angeles, I lost it. I stopped at an adult video store in Weho (found it liberating to be in a store packed with men looking openly at a adult videos), and I looked for what I wanted . . . only to be disappointed that they only rented videos. I then stopped in Circus of Books (didn't buy anything, but it was a thrill), a nearby adult store, and then I worked up the courage to go to the Studs Theater. It was late at night, and I found it repulsive and thrilling. Again, I had never had sex and had only seen snatches of porn. I didn't want to have sex. I was (and still am) too health conscious to take part in that sort of anonymous/uninvestigated sex. At first, I sat there watching the movie, trying to see what was going on. I remember looking back and seeing a guy's head bobbing up and down. Eventually, I sat next to a young guy who let me watching he jerk off. After politely declining some offers, a guy walked in and stripped completely naked. I remember that he looked like the guy n the posters for the movie "Murderball." I followed him and the guy he was with and sat behind them. I asked if I could watch, and he said yes and asked if I had poppers. He blew his buddy, then reclined for his turn. When he reclined, he reached back and caressed my thigh with his wet/cummy fingers and asked if I had shot yet. I declined. Another guy sat next to me, and I watched as he twisted himself over to get his load. I stuck around for a long while to watch more, then took care of business alone in the bathroom. It was both fun and not, cool and gross. When I moved to Los Angeles years later, I was tempted to return. But I have not, at least not yet. I find if I am going to be in the situation, I prefer the sex party scene, where I can watch and maybe chat with a guy. I still don't really have sex at those places, but it feels a little more personal to me.

Here is the last of the stories I wrote. Originally, it started as a Choose Your Own Adventure story, but I found I couldn't keep momentum and finally just finished. I had thought of a sequel but, alas, never wrote it. https://www.lpsg.com/threads/choose-your-own-adventure-m-m.458342/

The motor lasts 500+ hours. In normal times, that's like 3 years. Under quarantine, that's like two weeks.

Older guys are hot! Now if only he was gay. Older gay guys know how to make you feel good all over.

I thought it would be fun to hear of any interesting or fun sexcapades from years past, anything unique that was hot or fun that really happened. As someone who lost his virginity at 32 and took it slow (and was scared of getting outed by another gay man), I missed out on a lot of fun opportunities to connect and cum. So, help me live vicariously through you (and entertain us all through this isolation). Perhaps you had a hot hook up with someone and then ran into that person later. Maybe you stumbled onto your buddy jerking off. Maybe you had a good friend who you started sleeping with. Maybe you had a great roll in the sack with your Uber driver, hotel clerk, or your professor in college. Perhaps you had a surprise threesome. Share the details of how it happened (like, what led to you to get naked with a platonic friend), what you did, and what the aftermath was (like, did you remain friends or run into the hotel clerk again). I don't really have any exciting stories of my own because I played it cautious for too long. I do have one from a former suck buddy, and he had a story I always found fascinating. I'll tell you about him, us, and his story. My buddy "Mark" (about 13 years older than I am) was a great closeted sub cocksucker. He loved to kiss and took instructions on sucking dick very well. He liked to make me feel good, and I could tell him how to vary his technique throughout our time together. He always made sure I came at least twice, often three times. He was closeted, loved to be sub, and loved cum. He was Catholic (it was very disconcerting to be stripping and rolling around in his bed with a picture of Jesus staring down at me--he eventually replaced it) and had permanently separated from his wife because they didn't believe in divorce. He had two adult daughters whom he was crazy about. Mark had a group of drinking buddies; they were all blue collar and would go out drinking together throughout the week. After his divorce, one of his buddies moved in with him. It turns out his buddy was closeted gay as well. They never had sex together, but sometimes when I'd come over, he'd grab his roommates porn and put it on for us. At first, I always insisted the roommate be gone when I came, and he would go drink the garage. Then I regretted starting that because I wanted to see him. It would have been hot to say hello to the guy, him knowing what we were up to. One night while I was over, the roommate had walked home from a nearby bar drunk. At Mark's instruction, we stopped moving. In the dark hallway, the drunk roommate walked right past us butt naked and hard in Mark's room. He didn't see us, and unfortunately, I couldn't see him. Mark lived about 45 minutes away from me, but we managed to connect every few months over the course of four years. He lived in a smaller, farther out suburb from our city. He had been hooking up with a guy in another farther out town (we'll call it "Darwin") who loved to kiss and cuddle naked for hours like me, but he had stopped hanging out with him. Before we connected, I had also met a hot guy in Darwin (also about 45 minutes from me). "Nick" was younger than I was by about four years, and he was in a wheelchair. He couldn't feel anything from the waste down. But, holy cow, we had a connection. In fact, the first time we got together, it was the first Craigslist hook-up where I didn't feel disgusting afterwards. We flirted and kissed, and he enjoyed sucking my dick. And we kissed a lot. Leaving after two hours was always disappointing. I wanted to stay in bed with him for hours. I stopped coming over when he started dating someone. At some point, Nick broke it off with his boyfriend, and I started having fun with Nick again. (Truthfully, I probably could have really had something with Nick. The chemistry was intense, but I was so closeted and in denial.) He really wanted a husband, and when he started pushing it (to the point that his friend was going to be over any minute, and we were both still naked and he was pleading with me not to go), I felt it was better for both of us to stop it. I just didn't want to hurt him and knew that I was not available to be what he wanted. I realized later that Mark and Nick had been hooking up as well. The intense connection I had with Mark and the very intense connection I had with Nick, we all shared together. What happened was that after Nick broke up with his boyfriend, he had posted on Craiglist looking for me, using my fake email name. Mark saw, replied because he also knew my fake email name, and they realized who the other was. It was surreal to realize we all had this amazing sexual connection together (even though all three of us never met together). Mark stopped seeing Nick for the same reason I did, because Nick really wanted a husband. And, Nick got his husband! I Facebook stalk both Mark and Nick periodically and toy with the idea of friending them. (Two years ago, I finally faced the truth that I was gay, was born gay, and was never going to be attracted to or able to have sex with a woman. I'm only out to a couple people, but it would be good to connect with them.) Anyway, the sexy story with Mark is that he would always check Craigslist throughout the week. One day, he saw something unusual, someone posting from his small town. He replied, and the responding email had one of his married drinking buddy's name on it. Mark revealed who he was, and the two started hooking up secretly once a month. He had been attracted to this buddy ("I always wondered what he looked like naked"), and he not only got to see him naked, he got to suck his dick on a regular basis. I would have tried to initiate a threesome, but I don't fool around with married guys. After I moved across country, his buddy was the only one who would make out with him (his other regulars, who were all married, would only get a bow job from him). I email with Mark periodically to check in (he always just responds, "Everything is fine here. I don't know what else to say."), and the last I heard, he's still hanging out with his drinking buddies and sucking one of them once a month.

Here is one I wrote many years ago. I don't know what happened to the apostrophes in the years since, but they were there when I wrote it: https://www.lpsg.com/threads/business-retreat-pleasure-m-m.97403/

That appeal is so vague. You can't really tell what it's for.

I have been working my way through Fuller House. I never liked the original show and the pilot is almost as bad as the original show, but most of the first two seasons have been very funny and a balm for the soul.

That's so hot! Of course, it's only hot if it doesn't traumatize the unsuspecting worker. In this case, it didn't, and it's hot.

I'm curious to know if your accountant knows . . .

Receive. I have only started to give BJs in the last two years, which was/is to my former bf. If there is a strong connection, I will suck on dick for a short time, but I get bored. Getting BJs . . . Wow!!

My biggest fantasy has been to be with an older gay couple and to have them both licking my dick at the same time. I have been with two other guys on a few occasions, but none of them matched my fantasy. One time, I was basically watching, another time, the third guy just lay there the whole time. Another time, it was predecided there would only be jacking off. That was with a hookup and his buddy who was visiting from out of state. Soon after, the hookup and I started seeing each other. That session was so hot; I remember lying in bed beside my hookup buddy, and his friend crawling on top of us both to kiss me, then him. I shot a load over my head that night. At the end of January, I was traveling out of town for work. Way ahead of time, I made a post on Doubelist and got an answer. It was a couple in their fifties who has been together a long time. Perfect! I arrive, and they live in a small Francisco apartment. We all sit on the bed to chat first. One guy is chubby and Hispanic, the other guy hairy and a bigger daddy. I find myself super attracted to daddy, not so much to the other guy, both are super nice. Daddy is pulling at his dick through his shorts and it is so hot. I need to shower, and while daddy is in the shower, I am naked with the other guy. We started to touch each other, rubbing our dicks. Dad comes out and Kay beside me on the bed, and I am sandwiched between them just like I want! Daddy has me kiss his partner first, which is hot. It's pretty much just me and the partner, though Daddy is touching me. After maybe twenty minutes, the partner moves to get on his knees and gets a horrible cramp. Daddy tries to massage it out, but the guy decides to walk the dog to try to work it out. While the partner is out, Daddy kisses me, and his tongue is the softest tongue I've ever felt. I am already imagining how good it will feel on my dick. He loves giving massages and gives me a wonderful massage, where I get to touch him. He then lathers up his hands and gives me a very nice hand job. I offer to massage him, though I know it will be pathetic. Somewhere around this time, the partner returns and sits in a recliner, watching. I motion for him to join us, but he says he is wiped out. I see Daddy's dick poking out between his legs and lick it. He clearly loves it (which I do too, such a great way to get your dick licked), so I begin to lick more. Soon, I am on my knees, and he has slid down to the bottom of the bed, still on his stomach, so I can pull his dick out behind him and suck a nice, long time (not something I do a lot). I look back and the partner is rock hard, dick in hand, with a huge smile on his face. Daddy never comes (thank God), and eventually we call it a night. So, in other words, I'm still waiting for my fantasy to come true.

I've wondered about paying (reduced rates) for sexy phone sessions. I was not in a position to hire before Coronavirus broke out, so I am not really able to now that I am laid off. But, perhaps others?

I went to my first (and only) event a few months ago, and I found it incredibly hot. The vibe is very chill and sexy. The night I went, the dancers were around early and then seemed to disappear. I recommend getting there early and getting your dances in because the dancers will get largely occupied. Some dancers will arrive late too, and they get nabbed right away. Because there is a fair amount of watching and waiting, I can see why people like to go with friends. But it is a hot evening.

@Balthazar He is pretty amazing, isn't he?