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Bruno Gaucho, a blonde Brazilian Boy, very popular some years ago. After retiring from the business, he attempted a return in 2004 without much success.

Randomly getting laid off from a job that I was excelling in and finding yourself to have too much experience and too old and costs too much for the current job market...

Just one review, but this is one stunning Brazilian, maybe worth flying from Dubai.
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It's been almost a year since my last post, so it's time to add to my list of memorable sex in unconventional locations: 
Steam Room on a cruise ship
Sauna on a cruise ship
Elevator on a cruise ship
Sauna at a Korean Spa
Bathroom at a gay bar
In the parking lot of a gay bar next to the trash dumpster
In the swimming pool of a gay men's hotel
Friends' house living room after a pool party (while friend was passed out drunk upstairs, me and another guest fucked in the living room)
A hallway in a guy's office in Alaska while on his 15 minute coffee break 
In the ocean off the beach in Sitges 
In the ocean off Polo Beach in Hawaii
A hotel room bed (ok, not typically unconventional, but this one had a view of the Parthenon in Athens.  It was very memorial being serviced by a Greek god while looking at the temple complex to former Greek gods)

I find all of the stories in this thread to be incredibly helpful and inspirational. Being a 64 year old, closeted gay man, to all family and friends, and married to my wife for 25 years, we have no children. All of my family and friends are conservative evangelical Christians. I truly have felt alone in this struggle with my sexuality. It is my two providers, who have been supportive and kind, to an older man, exploring his true sexuality. I am beyond grateful for this awesome online community of men who are braver, more gifted and better men, than I will ever be. Thank you for all the helpful information and stories, this community shares on a daily basis. It gives me the courage to go on, and find hope and support, as I figure out how I may someday come out to everyone. 

gee, I didn't know if I'd posted in this thread, so had to scroll through it.....nope......a little bit 'TMI' coming up, I guess....sorry!!
many here know me from various in-person social meets and others here know me well from only messaging.......
still very much in the closet now (age early 60s)......never had a relationship and never really wanted one (parents not always getting along might have contributed to that??).....have told only some very 'safe' (discreet) friends:  mostly bisexual females, a therapist, my doctor.....no straight male or female friends have been told outright at all......I'm sure many I know suspect by now, but I'm known to be a low-key, decent, honest guy and, though they might wonder and may talk amongst themselves, they probably assume I'm just happy living alone and doing things on my own......when we all hang out, nobody asks me about a current girlfriend or my dating habits.....
lived in a conservative, though definitely not holy roller religious, background through end of childhood.....parents were smart/savvy and both quietly atheist, but we all dutifully went to Methodist ("Baptists who can read") church occasionally for the social aspect and to keep my parents' parents happy, I suppose.....no hellfire "gay is a sin" that I remember at all.....church never really was important to us and I abandoned it by high school or so.....I think my Mom clung to claiming to be agnostic "just in case"...... 
even by 7th grade (12 y.o.), I hadn't yet realized social norms and 'how to act'.....I was not at all a wild kid, pretty much behaved myself, and did very well in school, probably so I wouldn't disappoint my parents.....had not yet learned about gay/straight/what-have-you.....I evidently was still behaving without concern for appearances because it was in 7th grade (upscale private school) that one (just one) classmate started the teasing/bullying thing (nothing physical).......it was new to me, but not at all mentally scaring and I didn't quite understand what it meant.... probably realized there was something going on with me that wasn't 'the norm', though, because it was in 7th grade when I was able to acquire a Playgirl magazine and noticed how good-looking an 8th-grader (already thru puberty) was when he emerged from the shower after gym....
fearful of busing (remember that?!) and always chasing good schools, my parents moved us to another state with a supposed excellent public school system before my 8th grade year (the private school didn't impress them, I guess??)......8th grade in a new state wasn't good at all for me.....still not realizing how a 13-year-old boy should act in front of peers, I went thru some fairly rough bullying/teasing (verbal, nothing physical) at school and you can imagine how my parents felt about this supposed nationally-recognized wealthy school district we had just moved into......my parents had a meeting with the principal and things improved just a bit, but I started to retreat/shut down a bit....
high school (9th-12th grades) was a good bit improved......we were all 'grown-ups' now and started to act it a bit.....I still was a bit socially awkward and now careful about 'mannerisms' and all that......a bit reserved and quiet, I bumped along with a few decent friends until graduation....no dating at all......no wild parties attended or arrests (still didn't want to disappoint my parents!)......where was my Dad to teach me how to act like a man??!!......other than gone half the time day and night (airline captain), I think, with my smarts and not making trouble, he was happy to just let me grow up and evolve......   
attended and graduated college and, of course, all were in full adult mode and well past the immature bullying era.......had cool (straight) room-/house-mates who had fun until 'closing time' and fucked in the next room all the time while I still didn't date and dutifully went to class and went to bed fairly early......joined a social fraternity and that was pretty fun, but I wasn't one of the wild and crazy guys......a couple of the bros were evidently gay and I gravitated to hanging out with them, but was still reserved and non-committal.....by the end of college, I was in full 'denial' mode, still not dating, and resigned to the fact that I'd probably just go thru life working, hanging out with platonic friends (male and female, all straight, of course!), pursuing my own interests on the weekends.....and never dating......the earlier bullying (though by now a bit of an old memory), general societal pressure and norms, and (yup!) still not wanting to disappoint my parents (and, now, my friends) turned me off from any grand "coming out" plans......
some here may be upset that I never went thru the tough process of a formal coming out and reconciling all that that entails.....many people have told me we each handle our own story in our own way and some may think I'm just chickening out ......the therapist (tried some gay counseling at one point) I mentioned earlier told me I'm 100% suffering from internalized homophobia (very much NOT the same as homophobia!!) and that seems true....probably explains the fear of coming out, of course, and my general resistance to the 'scene'  .....that therapist also encouraged me to participate in gay/bi social settings and the like (among other efforts, this forum has been part of that for many years)......yes, I realize this seems to many of you like silly baby steps at this point, but we each have a story.......    

I am glad to see that my thread took off despite my earlier apprehensions. Thanks to all who have contributed and will contribute. I don't know if this has been made clear, but I believe that you have to come out to yourself before you can come out to others. And by that I mean stop the denial, look yourself in the mirror, and say something like
I AM GAY AND THAT's JUST THE WAY I WANT IT.

I don't believe you are weak at all.  I think you care deeply about those around you, and perhaps you're being overly careful to ensure life continues on as it always has.  But that leaves you having to carry a burden that many others in similar situations would have thrown off.  So, no.  You aren't weak at all.  We can always be our own worst enemies.  If coming out is something you want to do, deep in your heart, perhaps speak with a counsellor who can assist in the process.  As long as you do not feel pressured to reveal your true self, and are able to do it in your own way and at your own pace.  It sounds like people around you suspect it already and accept you for who you are - and that is something a lot of people do not have.  Hopefully this will make it easier on you, if you decide to open up to those you trust. 

I’m 100% in the deepest corner of the closet, although I believe that my family and closest friends/coworkers all suspect that I’m gay.  After all, it’s not too difficult to guess when a middle-aged man has zero dating history with any female human beings.
The biggest hurdle is my family.  The irony is that I do have a very loving and supportive family.  This, however, as ridiculous as it may sound, is a double-edged sword.  I don’t know if they would mind or care, but I am certain the people around them would.  So I cannot get over (or even bear) the thought of bringing negative impacts to their lives.  I have no fear about the consequences of my own decisions and choices; unfortunately, I have crippling hesitations when my personal decisions and choices can and will affect the lives of those I love and care about.  I don’t know if this is just my lame excuse to rationalize my own cowardice.
My mother, given her age, is surprisingly open-minded (or at least she appears so).  She’s a die-hard fan of an openly gay superstar.  More than once, she has applauded the audacity of that superstar’s coming out journey in my presence.  I am not even sure if that’s her clue to encourage me to tell her something that we all know.  But I keep telling myself that “it’s OK if it happens to someone else’s son.  It will be a completely different story when it is YOUR son.”
Once in the not-too-distant past during a heart-to-heart conversation, my brother indirectly hinted at me that “we will love you and support you no matter what your decisions are about your life.”  At that moment, I fully understood that there was no ambiguity in what he was alluding to.  Still, I shied away from the golden opportunity to give the proper, ultimate response and pivoted the dialogue to something else.  I know, I know, I know — I am exhausted by my own weakness.
It’s funny that two of my best male friends are gay, one of which is openly gay and happily married to another man.  The other one is in the closet but is out to me.  Yet, I don’t have the guts to be honest with them; I don’t even understand myself.  They’ve even told me, on separate occasions, that they saw me as a mystery, that they didn’t even know who I truly am or what I really want.  I suppose the mystery will stay as is until I have the courage to face myself one day.
Sometimes, I’m so tired of myself and I feel people around me are tired of me.  Maybe I am constantly and needlessly fighting an imaginary battle against the worst enemy in the entire world: myself.

Though I knew I was attracted to guys when I was growing up, I came of age at a time and in a family situation that prevented me from ever doing anything about it.  I followed the expected, traditional path—marriage (to a woman), family, house in the suburbs—and suppressed my attraction to guys for several decades.  Established in my comfortable, loving environment I was happy and content, and still am.  It has only been over the last few years that I’ve allowed myself to act on my attraction to men through hiring for erotic massage.  The experiences I’ve had with other men have been satisfying and sometimes amazing, but I have no desire to risk the good things in my life by coming out or hurting the people I love.  Perhaps some would label me a coward but for me it was a choice. 

“Bless your heart” ain’t no term of endearment darlin’ 😅😉🤣

Neither me nor any of my hot friends have decamped from NYC to Florida or California. Massachusetts passed a 4% income surtax which raised $5.6 billion with no significant fleeing of the wealthy. 
Data shows Mass. is home to more millionaires despite new surtax, according to advocates
WWW.NBCBOSTON.COM Surtax supporters released data Monday that they said pokes holes in the argument that the state’s new tax on high earners is... I do not understand how any queer person is moving to states where their rights are negated or are being eroded. And if you’re a cis gay man who’s moving to states that are attacking trans people, destroying their public health systems, gutting their disaster responses, etc, that lower cost of living may turn out to be very expensive. 

Dream fuck for me. I envy anyone that was able to hire him

I think he's an immediate pass if it takes so much effort just to see a photo of him.
I avoid "High Maintenance" types at all costs.

If I'm wanting to do a daddy/boy scene, then no issue for me.  But if a random guy at a bar calls me daddy, I will usually correct him that it is grandpa

Great body and tool but a tat victim

Randomly getting laid off from a job that I was excelling in and finding yourself to have too much experience and too old and costs too much for the current job market...

No.

I agree with Simon Suraci. I had a yeast infection/candida from being on two antibiotic courses back to back, (not from an std). My mouth was discolored and covered in yeast. I had rashes all over my body. I had to take antifungal mouthwash, and antifungal pill. Antibiotics kill the good bacteria and the bad. I can’t imagine going on Doxypep or antibiotic for std prevention, but I’m not a doctor. Yeast infections are troublesome and take time to get rid of, and they are a common side effect of antibiotics.

The American dream isn't paying for state college; it's going to an excellent university (which most people have to take out debt to do). And these folks all worked while attending. They were pushed by their advisors to get into the BEST school. And this doesn't account for my younger cousins in the early 20s now who skipped college because they couldn't even afford state school without going into debt. It now costs $22,000 to attend a state school in New York. My entire bachelors degree cost under $10,000, which is about $23,000 in today's dollars. So it costs four times as much now as it did when I went to school. And it's all because of tax cuts for rich people leading to massive disinvestment. 
The American Dream is the notion that each generation will do better than their parents. If college is required for a decent job, and it leads to a lifetime of debt, and housing costs 400% more, and groceries are up 20% and many jobs don't have pensions or even health insurance, then no, they're not achieving the American dream. You and I did make it, but we were lucky. We benefited from going to college when it was less expensive. In-state public college tuition has increased 100% since 1995. And salaries have not kept pace with that increase.
Now we have giant, multinational corporations that get huge tax breaks and incentives, and mass-firing white collar workers because they think AI can do their jobs. I don't know what you do for a living but what I do can't be replaced by AI.  
 
 

To be fair, the cost of a 4-year public university degree has skyrocketed in the past few decades.  An enterprising young American might be able to pay their way by means of OnlyFans or escorting, but pouring lattes or parking cars?  No way.  For the most part, when today’s college grads complain about being crushed by debt, it ain’t their fault.
Also, the median home price to median income ratio is completely out of whack in most American cities.  While cities like Detroit and Cleveland still offer affordable housing, not everyone wants to or can live in such cities.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that while hard work and financial discipline are important today as they ever were, factors outside of the individual’s control are putting the American dream further and further out of reach.

The American dream existed for about 30-40 years, post-WWII, until the late 80s. Some people, like myself, were able to access a relatively inexpensive public college degree and took advantage of the booming economy to start our careers. However, for millennials and Gen Z, there is virtually no opportunity to move up in class. Everyone I know in their 30s who didn't come from an affluent family that covered their college costs is drowning in debt. They cannot buy real estate, get married, start a family, etc. And if they can make those things happen, they're operating on extremely tight margins.
I grew up in a single-parent family, on welfare from age 5 to high school, at which point my mother made enough money. I went to a commuter college, which cost about $800 per semester (which was covered by government support), and I worked 20 hours a week for spending money. My brother got a city union job, where he does very well. But we both busted our asses to get here and we're solidly middle class. 
Most of the programs and assistance that allowed my mother to get through college, help me go to college, and go from poverty to the middle class have been decimated. So now to get assistance, people have to work. Most adult SNAP recipients work for multinational companies that don't pay a living wage, and so we get to pay for their food assistance and Medicaid. That's why we have so many poor people and are about to have our first trillionaire. 
So, yeah, except for a few very hard working and also lucky people, the dream is dead. 

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I find that bb is the default lately.  I have to remind them to use a condom.  I've noticed that some providers have trouble staying hard using one as they are so used to going bare.

I don’t find that unusual. I think it’s the provider’s way of keeping you engaged.