LaffingBear

Drive from where?

Screw the Nobhill. If the avatar is you, let me know next time you're swinging through SF.

If anyone can produce a picture or videoclip of a client trading braids with V, I'll send an airplane ticket and host a trip to SF Bay. I love when these posts make me LOL!

I had alot of interesting experiences at that place. I went fairly often in the 90s. I remember the renovations - the current main entrance was an emergency exit when I first went, and the configuration was different. They tried shower shows, and then tried selling webcam access to the showers. They frequently reconfigured the small theater space at the back of the main level, added, removed, added again little booths for private play. There was a multi-level deck out back; over the years, they blocked off access to lower levels. They served alcohol when I first went there. The arcade downstairs also went through multiple makeovers. The booths had glory holes, then all were closed, and there were "magic windows" between booths with opaque glass that became transparent when the video was paid/activated. That prevented guys using the booths without paying..... and an employee frequently walked through, banging on doors with unlit in-use lamps, yelling "you cant use the booth if you dont pay for videos!" There was a sex toy shop down there then a big private show booth used by house dancers then subsequently closed, etc. I remember Todd, tragically killed in a hate crime, and Jerry, the managers.... they kept that place scrubbed. The Campus Theater, with similar shows, was filthy by comparison. NobHill was so clean, I actually stopped in once or twice when I was nearby & needed a bathroom. They went through different "themes" and there was a 1-2 year period in the 90s when most of the house dancers were ripped up muscle guys. I got to know the manager, he took me downstairs to his office and asked for input on dancer selection. One night a married couple was walking around, and introduced themselves as the owners. In my later years, early 2000s, they tried attracting female bachelorette parties. There were rules. The headliner had four shows at 12N or 1, 5, 8 & 11, had to get hard every show, and had to ejaculate on-stage at least once a day. They housed the headliner at an apartment next door, then switched to a seedy hotel about 2 blocks away. I had my first escort session in that apartment. It was $30 back then. I live in suburbia, so when I drove into SF, I made it an all-day event. I'd catch the first show, stick around for house dancers that interested me, or leave and shop, run errands, get meals, coming and going into the evening. Thats how I met alot of the guys, gave them rides to the gym, took many to dinner, etc. I remember when they stopped paying house dancers, telling them to work for tips. Most of them quit. I used to hang out, chatted up alot of dancers, etc. I learned an interesting lesson from observing... house dancers would solicit patrons for a private show. Using the lower level private show space, then, when that closed, I guess several dancers got an apartment/room about a block away. I'd see a patron leave with a dancer, looking a little nervous. 15 minutes later, I'd see the house dancer return, looking like the proverbial "cat who ate the cream" Trailing 1-2 minutes behind, would come the patron, looking crestfallen and chagrined. Based on that, I always assumed that the private show was a ripoff. Sometimes I'd see that scene play out multiple times in one night. I got solicited like all patrons; if I was interested, I'd say "no, but I'll pay more for an hour on my terms, if you want" Only one guy (non-headliner) ever said yes. I inferred that the quicky privates racket was much easier money for the dancers. You can guess one of my interests from my avatar. Sitting in the Nobhill audience is the first place I ever touched a ripped up muscle guy flexing. Naively, I never knew that a guy could flex his pecs, making them rockhard. I dont remember the dancer's name, but I'm pretty certain a bell rang in my head that first time I felt pecs go from relaxed to solid stone. I was hooked. I saw the place empty and saw it packed. I saw Ryan Idol fill the place to capacity, not one empty seat. After performing in a show called "making porn" at a different theater, there was a cast party at NobHill, attended by multiple porn actors and ChiChi Larue. I watched Marco Rossi sit on a champage bottle on stage to the hoots of other porn performers... apparently he'd been arrested or cited in Texas for doing that. I saw the Chicago MeatPackers dance troup, one of them pressed me so hard during a lapdance, he broke my eyeglasses. Later, when he went to get dressed, he handed me his wadded up bills from tips, and asked me to hold it for him. The place was sex-charged. I once watched an asian tourist patron in the row behind me stuffing one $100 dollar bill after another into a house dancer's sock. I havent been there in at least 10 years. I still check the website regularly- the house dancers advertised really arent my type. It was one thing to hang there in my 30s, even early 40s. Now, I think I'd feel like an old fart. And yet, every once in a while, I think about going back. Wow, apologies to the board for the lengthy post... my fingers just kept tapping as one memory begat another...

I knew a nerd 17 years ago who kept a database on a "palm-pilot" like device. Not paid, just hookups. Names, attributes, performance info, etc. He called it his "trick-tracker."

I see these "who was your best?" posts. And i can remember some. Different bests for different reasons. Sadly, some of the bests werent bests again on repeat visits. But really, it leaves me trying to run through my memories, wishing that i had kept some kind of list of all the hires. No major details, no contact info, just "oh yeah, that was the slender...." or "<sigh> the one & only time in my life a guy fell asleep during the act...."

Wow. I never knew the site existed. Didnt read every single page on this thread, but many. Its an intriguing idea. But i know myself.... and have inconsistent "cheap" behaviors. I might provide the right guy with financial support. Ive never haggled over price with an escort, nor have i blinked at the cost of overnights and longer. But I'd probably start trembling and talking to myself before spending $75/month on some website.

Not sure why, but this really hit my funny bone. I cracked up. Somewhere in all of these posts, theres the making of some lunatic reality TV Show....

Ya know, in all likelihood, nothing will happen, other than a few surreptitious glances. But it would do me well to remember that hes on the clock.

Well, guess ill try again. The only reason i stopped is that he didnt reply to a text

no help

Exactly! Re penthouse forum. Re mentor.... could be, but skeptical

Not busted yet... but worried i may leap into dirty old man territory this coming week. For years, a neighbor kid cleaned my yard. Hes grown and lost interest. So i ran a craigs gigs ad, and mixed in among all the replies, is this one saying "Hello, my name is XXXXXX. I am coming home from XXXXXXX university this week, where I'm on the football team. Id like to do the job. " i look him up.... college athletes tend to have pics and stats online, and he has facebook & instagram. 19, 6'2, 185 lbs, model looks... pics on the beach showing off a ripped bod, appears to enjoy flexing the guns in every photo...... He starts this coming week. Im actually nervous that ill do something stupid, revealing myself to be CREEPY dirty old man.. If only id never read impossible gay fiction or had never seen gay porn with seedy fantasyland plotlines.....

https://rentmasseur.com/Healandrelax His ad intrigues me. My avatar will give some indication of (at least one of) my interests. Ive looked around these threads, found some references to him under heal&relax or Fabi/Fabian, but nothing really informative. So, I initiated contact yesterday, by text Me: are you available this weekend? Him: Yes Me: Do you prefer details, specifics by phone or by text? Thats it. No response. And i went on about my plans for last night. I have no complaints... there's certainly too little to judge. But its not an outstanding first impression either..... which sends me back to research whether there's any 411 on this guy, before i try again.

Ive never had quite that situation, but ive experienced change of mood midway through a session. There are two people in the room. Theres a good chance that what goes wrong has very little to do with you. Im absolutely certain Ive been with escorts, new to the game, who became depressed about what they were doing partway through the session. There are alot of judgments heaped on both clients' and escorts' decisions. The people on this board are probably enlightened enough not to judge.... but who knows what external forces or inner demons are at play in any human interaction?

Just seems like fun. Hope he returns to SF... wont miss him ?s=09

Ive never really had a bad m4m massage experience. I wrote about a bad massage above. I had an excellent massage, considering only technique, therapeutic results, eroticism, etc..... but in a horrible setting. An adult, in fact a great-looking, well-groomed, ripped up fitness model type, living in a situation like a filthy college dorm. The massage was on his mattress on the floor. I got a small bathtowel to lay over sheets that werent dirty, but obviously werent fresh. There were dirty dishes in the bedroom, clothes strewn about, and open bags of chips, etc. After a great massage, the visit to his bathroom was terrifying... a dirty toilet, a fungal shower, and a cat box that probably hadnt been emptied in days if not weeks. I tried seeing him again, but only for outcalls.... and its never worked out due to logistics.

While i have many escort experiences, i have been with very few m4m masseurs. The two guys i can think of were nude. I was stupid enough to ask one of them "is that your elbow pressing into my back?"

LOL. the memory makes me laugh. This is not a m4m tale. I worked in a hospital. The local CMT students would come by to get in their required experience-hours. Employees could sign up for free 30-min sessions, using the Physical Therapy Dept. treatment stations. This tiny young woman covered me in so much oil, I felt like I was being basted for holiday dinner. At one point, she tried to use some pressure, but i was so greased up and slippery, she lost traction and balance, and fell forward, face-planting on my over-lubed back. Between the noise of her wet-smack and my laughter, my co-workers in adjacent (curtained) stations started laughing too. While funny, the whole thing really just felt like an irritating waste of time, and left me feeling greasy the rest of my work day. Oddly, my best 100% therapeutic massage was from those same students. An older guy on another day gave me what he called, in broken english, "a filipino massage." No one, not even at expensive, fancy spas, has ever done a better job.