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Shocked by the results so far!   Would be interesting to break down providers VS clients?

There are a decent amount of options in Boston, for those who live in Boston - 1 hour South of Boston might as well be Virginia, and at "rush hour" 1 hour might be 3 hours.  You will have enthusiastic responses if you are willing to travel into Boston, you might also consider Providence or Provincetown on Cape Cod (fewer options, but less daunting then driving into Boston).  You may consider taking the train (MBTA) to/from Boston.   There are options on RM to search by towns - try Plymouth or Fall River to see who is located South of Boston.  If you offer to pay for travel time you might have better luck, good luck!

There are a decent amount of options in Boston, for those who live in Boston - 1 hour South of Boston might as well be Virginia, and at "rush hour" 1 hour might be 3 hours.  You will have enthusiastic responses if you are willing to travel into Boston, you might also consider Providence or Provincetown on Cape Cod (fewer options, but less daunting then driving into Boston).  You may consider taking the train (MBTA) to/from Boston.   There are options on RM to search by towns - try Plymouth or Fall River to see who is located South of Boston.  If you offer to pay for travel time you might have better luck, good luck!

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My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

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I recently went on a cruise through the Mediterranean with my parents. It was not something I was dying to do but i thought it would be one of the last chances to travel with both my parents so I went. One early morning I decided to go the gym and, by the time I finished working out, I went to the lockers and there was my old trainer getting ready to work out himself. I gave him a hug and started talking. He is no longer a trainer as he had moved up north to become a farmer and pursue his porn career. Of course when he said that my cock immediately perked up. I had the hots for this guy since the days we were training back in LA. He explained that he’s a full on porn star and he makes quite a good living doing it with his now twink husband. He started telling me stories and my dick got real hard. He noticed that immediately but he didn’t make a comment. I got nervous so I said I had to go take a shower and meet some friends. He left the locker room and I started to take my clothes off to go into the shower. As I was going into the shower there comes my trainer butt naked with his towel and we both jump in the same shower. Closed the door snd started making out. There were other patrons there but I don’t believe they noticed two guys going on the same stall. Man, it was as I imagined it working out back when. I went down and started eating his sweet ass. God, I had been wanting to do that for years and now he was in front of me. He raised me and we continued making out. He turned me around and put soap all over me slipping his hand up and down my crack. That turned me so much. He started kissing my neck as I feel his cock caressing my hole. He goes in and starts to fuck me. The sound of the other patrons showering next to us in other stalls adds a level of thrill. I cannot hold it anymore and come like crazy. I turn around and continue to kiss him as he jerks off and comes all over me. He then winks, take his towel and says “I work out every morning at 7am if you care to join for a free workout session.” And boy oh boy, for as long as the cruise lasted, I couldn’t wait to wake up and go to the gym. I was there every morning at 7 for my workout with the trainer in the gym and my “workout” in the showers afterwards. I hope one day I could go up north to see him in his farm. It was a truly memorable experience and made my cruise adventure one I won’t forget. 

I'd pay $5000!

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

I think the statistics still prove that your earning potential is much higher with college (or trade school) education. It is true that things have gotten much more competitive at the Ivy level, however, there are still great affordable choices in the state schools. I am a VP at a large organization, started my career and community college, went to work, earned my bachelor's at night (having my employer pay for half of it), and just a few years ago completed my MBA and a top state school program, which cost $39,000 and I paid cash.  Point is, there are lots of pathways to education…. We tend to think of higher education as a binary thing… Go directly from high school, go to top school, have mom and dad pay. There are many alternative, affordable, and accessible choices out there.

As a ginger lover I was always attracted to Blu, until......😵

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

As a ginger lover I was always attracted to Blu, until......😵

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

While I have lived in Boston over 30 years, I will never be a Bostonian...because I was not born and raised here.  THAT is Boston culture.  I do not have a Boston accent but I know one when I hear it.  And, copycats NEVER fill the bill.  It's a very difficult accent to copy, the accent is so embedded in attitude and culture that it's almost impossible to copy credibly.  To the OP, you might have to fly here and even then, you'll need someone born & raised to get the true experience.  Good luck!

While I have lived in Boston over 30 years, I will never be a Bostonian...because I was not born and raised here.  THAT is Boston culture.  I do not have a Boston accent but I know one when I hear it.  And, copycats NEVER fill the bill.  It's a very difficult accent to copy, the accent is so embedded in attitude and culture that it's almost impossible to copy credibly.  To the OP, you might have to fly here and even then, you'll need someone born & raised to get the true experience.  Good luck!