LaffingBear

Ohhhh.... I soooo regret my Louisville days were closeted, even early 90s. I repeatedly read, hear and see evidence I was totally oblivious to fun opportunities.

Im sure there are dozens of threads about dick size. I'm entirely unaffected by the guys who intentionally exaggerate what they know to be truth for marketing purposes. Oxydol didnt make my clothes gleaming white either, and Aqua di Gio didnt result in lust-crazed people throwing themself at me. Its advertising. The aspect that used to surprise me was the guys, for rent or otherwise, who had never truly measured their dick. Never used a ruler or tape measure. Just eyeballed it, and then believed their visual estimation to be accurate. Ive seen the "standards" - measure along the top, from the base. Everyone's is much longer underneath. People are horrible at visual estimates. I'm in the average range for length. I wish I had a buck for every guy who... not trying to be flattering, said "wow - 8". (Well, i could buy an ice cream, but not a good burger) I had an escort in Vegas say his agency would advertise my dick at 10". Ive written in other forums. "Take a tape measure, and look at 8". Thats big! Bigger than all of the internet chatter has conditioned you to believe. Its ridiculous to claim its 10."

Ive never been to Cincinnati.. except the airport. And I think thats across the river in KY. I lived in Louisville. Its pretty close... but never drove it. When flights went through the Delta hub there, the flying time from Louisville was a strangely brief. If I still lived in KY, I'd have agreed to meet, and made it an excuse to see the city. Go find some Graeter's ice cream

I'm guessing hes trying to convey Southern Hospitality by his name choice. Based on my career, my first thought was, "what, he works in a hospital?"

Maybe minority, but you're not alone in disliking a HE. I don't detest it, but I certainly don't see what all the fuss is about. The best hands for knowing exactly whats needed and pleasurable, pace, pressure, etc.... are attached to the end of my arms. I've had a multi-decade relationship with them! If all I want is to get off, they're the best! When massages go beyond expectations, the fun is great, and hands are certainly included. But to turn over and lay there, while some guy pumps away, glancing at the clock, knowing his next client awaits.....does nothing for me. It reinforces that he wants me up and out of there soon. Its not the pleasurable climax of a great sexual act. HE is the equivalent of your stylist or barber brushing away the hair.. "I did my final duty - now get up and get out." I think there's an element of expectation driving satisfaction. Receiving no HE is like children going to the doctor and not getting a lollipop or stickers. A Mexican chain restaurant that doesn't serve chips 'n salsa.

If you dont get any reliable experienced-based recommendations, choose Travis. Anyone who keeps their shoes that highly polished, is good at details and pursues high quality outcomes.

Not a crush, but one of the earliest things I can remember taking notice of was that As he approached manhood, Greg Brady had pecs. But by '74, Chris Knight as Peter had captured my attention, and regained it a few times over the years. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZCVz5z41yo/UKvrNz08FeI/AAAAAAAAHk4/n2i5zPMgQNQ/s1600/ChrisLoveBoat2.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v71/PaxRomano/braddy.bmp

Me Three! When he did The Making of a Male Model TV movie.... I took notice! http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jEGUk0iyLA/TgX8d2mE_xI/AAAAAAAAF0U/P6YZQNsLtsM/s400/1+A+B+MALE+5.jpg

Not sure who was first.... but Mike Henry as tarzan got my attention http://www.ironguru.com/images/mike-henry.jpg

I communicated with him by accident... he actually made a mistake because of a bay area comment I made.... I always assume San Francisco Bay Area. He resides in Tampa Bay area. He was super nice and friendly by mail, text and phone. No communications since, but he is very high on my list of "hope-to someday"

LOL you can check back, but dont get your hopes up. The way things are going, I'm not sure the pool repairs will be complete before he leaves. College football jocks sacrifice alot of their summer. Apparently, colleges can't require it, but its an unspoken expectation - and peer pressure from teammates - that they return mid-July. Nothing's gonna happen. I actually like him too much. A perfect opening presented itself, and I told him I'm gay, and he didnt blink an eye. At this point, the idea of trying to exploit that gives me the creeps. "Oh, I like gay guys" says the young jock. "Why is that?" asks the old queer. "Because they give better head, and love my giant dick." the jock responds as he whips out his massive meat and slaps it on the table. That only happens in cheesy erotic fiction and porn videos. And at this point, I'm fairly certain I'd tell him to put it away in favor of being the responsible adult.

Ya know..... I have my standards when it comes to these forums. I like to think I'm witty.... but I always refrain from opining or taking stabs at humor when I don't care to see the escort being discussed. I'm pleased to see that, for the most part, others aren't adding comments like "I'll pass" and "eww, he does nothing for me...." etc. But I'll break my own rule here. If this guy was an escort.... from my cold dead hands, you could neither force the phone-dialing for an appointment, nor pry the payment for services! UGH!

I've actually laid the groundwork for the pool. It happens to be out of commission at present for repairs. But I've let him know that, as temperatures in 90s are norm here, 100+ common, that he can jump in pool to cool off. I'd bet against anything happening... I'm actually feeling those adult-nurturing feelings... like watching the neighbor-kids, or a nephew. I seriously doubt I'll slip into lecher-mode. The challenge is the eye-candy factor.. he's really not much different than the object of attention in my avatar. And he's shared that he's adding mass for the summer.

Thanks for sharing... recently learned work may take me to Long Beach...

I loved NO as a tourist. Also as a foodie. Ive heard San Francisco and New Orleans compared relative to the escort scene by 2 escorts. (Years ago, pre-Katrina) Both wondered if they were mediocre escorting cities because the people are very self indulgent, and in an extremely permissive environment. In other words, it eliminates the segment of hiring clients seeking things less available to them without paying, or on the down-low for fear of discovery. And add in the other tourist distractions

Appearing there this week.... i may just return for first time in 10+ years. http://thenobhilltheatre.com/wp-content/uploads/Beautaylor2.jpg

While thats never happened to me in a massage, one of my worst escort sessions was something similar. I had a guy in LV, start with 3 minutes of seductive undressing, a tiny bit of body contact, and then reach for my dick and start jerking away with more passion than Ma Kettle churning butter. And in a bizarre turn of paid session events, I was actually squirming, pushing, wrestling and scolding him to leave my dick alone. He was not to be deterred. I came in 10 minutes, he hopped up, got dressed in a flash, had grabbed the fee I'd left out and was moving towards the door. I complained, and he acted genuinely surprised, citing "sessions over when you cum".. stayed and conversed for a while, but contact was finished. I chatted about it online, and had others share that it was a fairly common scam. (Back then - late 90s.) Somewhere, the bad guys, get this idea in their crooked head that they can claim "delivery as promised" once the client achieves orgasm. And pursue a cheater's strategy of making it happen as quickly as possible.

I couldnt agree more Well Said, GuyWith3LabelsinHisName!

I can relate to that. Young, old, paid, or just casual.... I'm 30 minutes outside San Francisco, which is easily 90 minutes during commute times. I'm very close to public transit. Visting escorts dont want to leave the city. SF-based escorts and masseurs have the "bridge & tunnel" mentality. And, the local pickings in suburbia, even a major metro area, are very slim. There are 3 masseurs and zero escorts advertising within 10 miles of my community. There was a point in my career that I had a very generous boss; even though we were in easy driving distance of SF, when major conferences were in town, he'd encourage lodging so that we could avoid commutes and participate in night-time social-events. Were it not for that, I'd have significantly fewer escort experiences.

I believe concern regarding the bisexual label has some other origins, outside of the escorting world. Thinking back a few decades, when it was a little riskier for a man to openly declare he was gay... I recall hearing gay men express scorn for self-proclaimed bisexuality. It was an opinion that bisexual men were afraid to fully acknowledge being gay. They still liked pussy, they kept one foot rooted in the less deviant, socially acceptable world of "real men" Thats probably not the case in younger men... but old opinions die hard, and it will likely take more time until older gay men dont react with a little skepticism regarding bisexuality.

....well, that's one difference between us... so I'm not sure I'd be the best source of advice If you've already done your research, and communicated expectations, the best advice is just relax and be friendly. One little effort I always make... I have the fee in an envelope with a little cash peeking out, and leave it where a new guy can see. If he's really astute, he'll notice and know he needn't be concerned about or ask for his fee. And even if he asks.. pointing to the envelope demonstrates you're prepared, and a good client.

Bryce Harper seems too violent to me..... plus, he has bad aim.

In the interest of responsible follow-up..... The young man just left. Quite a specimen, has let his blond hair grow into quite a mane. Suitable for blond college football star. Pretty ripped, wearing a much too loose sleeveless tee, with extra deep arm holes. A few glances at lean and ripped serratus throughout the day. Super baggy nylon basketball shorts. Decency prevailed. I really didn't ogle, and mostly I chose to be a benevolent older guy, asking about college studies, etc. No punch on my dirty old man frequent lech card. I might talk a good game, or even fantasize in general regarding opportunities presented.... but really, I'm too reserved and creep-averse He'll be coming back for more work, and thats a priority for me.

This guy? http://sfbay.backpage.com/MenSeekMen/massage-by-puertorican-jock-guy-here/65102848

Pfffft! A mere matter of 45 minutes... between 2 and 430 am.