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Jeeeeeezus his dick is as amazing as the rest of him!

He’ll be in London when I am. If he’s real, then Woof! But I note that he’s not into kissing or oral. I’ll definitely pursue, but if his skill-set really doesn’t include those activities, then I’ll pass.

LOL With the possible exception of Zeb Atlas, I can’t think of ANY escort that could tempt me to shell out $500. No. The rate he quoted me was substantially less than that, and I negotiated him down a bit from his quote. He’s pretty delectable. One thing: 6’4” he’s not. I’m 6’ and he is just a bit taller, so maybe 6’2”. Otherwise, he’s just as advertised, and I’d hire him again.

I had a session with him this morning and can confirm that he’s: A. Real B. Brazilian C. Hot af

Well yes, there’s that! My trainer reminds me of straight jock friends of mine from high school. We banter a lot—he kids me about my boyfriends, I kid him about his girlfriends—it’s a hoot.

Oh, absolutely. Flirting and arousal in the gym makes for a good porn scenario, but not necessarily a good workout. Frankly, if I or my trainer is CAPABLE of being horny in the middle of a hardcore workout, then one of us isn’t doing their job.

I’ve got a session booked for later today—I’ll report back!

I’ve trained under guys (so to speak ...) who I had previously hired as escorts. It was OK, but a bit weird. In both instances we kept a perfectly professional trainer/client vibe, but still, it was ... weird, and I don’t recommend training under somebody you’ve fucked, or might potentially fuck, if for no other reason that it can mess up your focus in a situation that should require all your attention.

I got back into fitness at first for health reasons, to lose weight, and then to regain muscle and mobility after the weightloss. My trainer is all about function, which was fine at first, because I was a barely functional mess; but with improved function came just enough cosmetic improvement (triceps! abs! veins!) to pique my vanity and ego. So eventually my trainer and I came to an understanding: 2-3 times a week he trains me like an athlete—not for any particular sport, but just to gain as much strength, agility, and flexibility as I can, which I have grown to appreciate for its own sake, even to crave—and once or twice a week he lets me off the leash so I can train the “beach muscles” on my own. It’s a pretty good partnership.

Hot! He’s definitely going on the “To Do” list.

As you say, that’s true of the entire population!

Yeah ... no. That’s a porn star, not a sailor. This is probably my 25th Fleet Week in NYC, and the Navy men we see are pale, doughy, and spotty.

I know it’s an enduring gay fantasy, but unless you have an erotic fixation on the navy uniform itself (not that there’s anything wrong with that) I’ve never seen much purely physical appeal in most sailors. Just sayin’ ...

Ha! I’m working on it. After my third time with him I think I’d like to hire him on at least a semi-regular basis, but there would have to be some adjustment on that rate. Very sweet guy, BTW, once you get to know him

Just to turn this topic on its head: as a client, I always appreciate an escort who responds a little more fully, and provides some buildup. Complete sentences twitch my dick. A nice follow up text in the interim between first contact and the meeting makes me chub. An unsolicited dick pic or other teaser gives me an anticipatory raging hardon, and predisposes me to leave a generous tip. Not many guys do this, and I’ve had smoking hot experiences with guys who didn’t engage me in a little chat or banter beforehand, but the ones I go on to hire regularly all have that quality of showmanship.

Um, based on his dick pics, that seems unlikely, but somebody with a better idea of the current state of F to M transition procedures should weigh in.

Good to know—thank you!

My trainer has a background in physical rehab, but I was 55 when we started, and it’s taken him (and me) the better part of five years to get it all back. It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done physically, but I continue to make gains in strength, size and flexibility, so I don’t see any reason to stop now!

Totally agree. A long period of inactivity left me with some physical issues, and as I tried to get back into training I had a lot of people—including doctors—tell me I couldn’t possibly regain functionality in one area or another. Like @Rudynate, I needed a trainer to help get me past the mental obstacles to rehabbing those old injuries, let him convince me that I COULD achieve full range of motion in my shoulder, that I COULD deadlift without breaking in half, etc.

Details?

Hyperbole, sure. But the larger truth is that if you rely on others to motivate you, if you don’t eventually come to love training for its own sake, you likely won’t stick with it.

This is a semantics issue, maybe. You define “motivation” one way. My definition goes more like this: https://www.t-nation.com/training/tip-stop-looking-for-motivation

No: my trainer PUSHES me—to do five more reps, to up the intensity on the next set, to put more weight on the bar. He doesn’t motivate me, that is, he doesn’t MAKE me WANT to do those things. I don’t need external stimulus or assistance to be in the gym x times a week, or to work hard when I’m there. He recognizes that I am already pretty intensely self-motivated, and that what I need is guidance—how many more reps is enough to grow, how much faster should I take that next circuit, how much more weight should I add—which includes that push to do more than I think I can. C’mon, man—you’re a gym rat, this has to be familiar to you!

Can’t tell if you were referring to my post or not, but I didn’t mention motivation. For whatever reason, I don’t need to persuade myself, or need others to persuade me — “motivate” me — to workout. But I do need somebody who can help me channel my own inner drive and intensity regarding exercise. I do the work, my trainer shows me how to do it more effectively. Unfortunately I’m not always very smart about things like “resting.”

Theoretically, sure. But I prefer to work out with somebody who knows more than I do. I don’t need motivation, or companionship (I got plenty of both, thanks) so much as expertise.