bostonman

Thank you. You know, I looked on the reviews site for a Kevin in San Fran, and didn't see one. But I didn't look in the OLDER reviews section -- and there he is. But that also means that pic of him with the basketball (which I like a lot) is over 3 years old...hmmm.

Anyone have any experience with this guy? Visiting Boston soon, in NYC now, from what I can tell he seems to be based in San Francisco. https://rentmen.com/MascStudforu https://rentmasseur.com/MascStudforu

I really didn't know much Joni Mitchell in depth (aside from a few of the big hits) until college in the early 80's. My roommate played Court And Spark a lot and I fell in love with it, and that led me to more of her albums. But also, one track on that album led me on another path. Her recording of "Twisted" - which is a song I didn't know at the time, but soon found out about. (And I also found out that Mitchell got some of the lyrics wrong lol.) Joni's version was a cover of an Annie Ross "vocalese" (an instrumental jazz improv to which words are retroactively written) - and eventually I got to hear the Ross version, and subsequent Lambert Hendricks and Ross version as well - which led me to discover the amazing wealth of material recorded by that trio. It's always cool when discovering one artist leads you to yet other discoveries.

I usually use Chrome. Desktop computer. Logged in to Rent.men. I don't see the "intos" section. Are they supposed to be on the right-hand bar with the other info, or did they put it somewhere else where maybe I'm not looking? (I see the "my style," "available for" and "safe/bb" categories, but no "into") I even tried clearing my Chrome cache, just in case. No dice. I also tried Firefox. Same thing. This is annoying, because I find those "intos" very helpful. (And trying to do it via the search function is really clunky, and I'm not sure it really always returns the right results anyway.)

Where did you see this? The "into"s on Rentmen profiles have been gone for a while now (regrettably) - and in my literally just checking his ad both on the old site and the new beta version, I don't see this info at all.

Last night I got a reply to a (non-escort) ad I had placed - the response culminating in "I just got a new phone, so no pics, but if you hit me up I can add you on Snapchat and can send u pics there..." I wasn't going to reply at all, but then I decided to call his bluff, and wrote back: "I'm so happy you have a new phone. That means you can take some new pics of yourself and send them to me. I'll be excited to see them." Haven't heard back from him yet, lol...

I was, believe it or not, also very naive, and not nearly as self-confident as my experiences in my post above may have made me seem lol. In particular, I still fantasize about my "friend #2" in my post, whose name was Tim. He actually tried to seduce me several times, and though I know I wanted that, I wasn't really as aware of the signals he was sending, and not secure enough to understand that he really did want me. (I remember after my first experiment trading bj's with him, that afterward I desperately wanted to ask him if we could do it again sometime, but I was too shy to ask, thinking he might say no.) I can think of several times we hung out that things could have happened...and though we lost touch for a while during our teens, I regret not seeking him out for maybe a date or something when I was in high school and ready to come out. I can think of another friend as well, Steven, who used to occasionally hint about blow jobs, but I was too shy to take the bait lol. We hung around a lot, but never got into anything sexual. We probably could have. (I do remember one time we were looking at a girlie mag together, and his hot comments about the pictures were turning me on. I remember him asking if I was getting a boner, and he kidded me about my denying it. But it never went beyond that. It should have, somehow.)

I would assume that most of us play with ourselves very early on. I mean, we have this thing down there, why not? But, does the "classic" back and forth motion instinctively happen? I had a few experiences with boys when I was starting puberty. One was a neighborhood friend - he let me play with his boner a lot, but I don't recall ever "jerking him off" with that classic rhythmic motion, it was more just feeling it (neither one of us could cum yet, so getting to orgasm wasn't the goal). My 2nd experience was with a friend who was nicely hung, and enjoyed showing it off, and I realized that in watching him play with himself that he was doing it how one was "supposed to" do it (so to speak). (We also experimented with blow jobs a little, though that was a learning curve for me too lol.) It was after that that I began to play with myself as friend #2 had been doing with his own. So I guess that's when I started truly masturbating as we tend to think of it. But it would turn out that I was a late bloomer sperm-wise, and it was still a while before I was able to shoot. That happened with a 3rd friend. We'd masturbate together - he could cum, but he would try to edge and hold off so that he wouldn't make a mess. I was so curious to see a guy shoot, though, and I remember one time I convinced him to let it go all the way. I was fascinated. The other thing that was hot about him was that he always had his other hand on his chest, near his heart. I think he told me he liked to feel it beat. There was something hot and endearing about that. Anyway, it was with this 3rd friend that I finally reached that defining day of manhood, and it's a moment I will never forget. I had asked him if we could try blow jobs, and he was willing. I sucked him for a while but not to completion. Then he reciprocated. It felt so good. It felt a little too good. I had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, which I figured was just nervousness (trying this with him, also knowing my dad would be home from work soon, etc). Then without any warning, I started to pee into his mouth. Or at least I thought. Except that it was spurts, not a stream. And I couldn't get myself to stop or to pull away. I specifically remember two big spurts happening before my friend pulled off - and then the rest of it came out - but of course it wasn't pee, it was semen. It had finally happened. We were both pretty amazed. I also remember my friend complaining that it had gone into his mouth lol, but I think he was ok with it. I also remember soon after hearing my dad's car in the driveway, and having to clean up and get dressed pretty fast. But then, of course, the private life of a teen boy really began for me - now I not only knew how to stroke it "right" but I could orgasm also. For a while, life was defined by those moments when I could beat off - into the toilet bowl, or in the shower, or in bed, ready with kleenex to wipe it up, etc. I remember having another stroking session or two with friend #3 as well, but eventually that fizzled out. But for a while, I was fine with just having myself, lol.

Curious about him as well. Any info? http://rentmen.com/JamesStevensSF

Well, just to give the show a little defense, I think that it can be fun if it's done right. It's still a trifle of a piece, but it does have some honestly funny moments and decent songs. One of the problems is that the writer keeps pumping out sequels, each one weaker and more stupid than the one before - and he really should have left well enough alone. That said, the first time I ever played the show was with Alice Ghostley, who really was fun as the Reverend Mother. I was the "sub" pianist at the time, and got to play the show with Ghostley a few times, and also with Pat Carroll. I remember that at one point they had Lainie Kazan come in to do the Rev - and supposedly she was the ultimate diva from hell. I remember the regular musical director telling me that she wouldn't be able to sub out while Kazan was there, because she thought having a change in the band personnel would send Kazan over the edge. So I never got to play it with her in the cast. Probably a good thing. Anyway, glad to hear that Gotta Dance seems worthwhile.

There was a misbegotten "20th anniversary tour" of Nunsense back in 2002 which starred Georgia Engel, Darlene Love, Kaye Ballard, Mimi Hines, and Lee Meriwether. Excruciatingly bad (meaning the production, not the material - which isn't exactly Shakespeare either lol, but having done the show, I have some affection towards it), though I do admit it was very fun to see the 5 of them onstage live. However, Engel was perfect in her role in The Drowsy Chaperone on Broadway. This past summer I saw a production with Jo Anne Worley in the role, and although she was funny in her own right, her kind of aggressive, zany comedy is quite different from Engel's more dotty, waif-like persona, and I have to say that I think Engel's take worked better in context. I've always loved Andre DeShields, but hey, your mileage may vary. ;-) Gotta Dance, though? I mean, I know it was the title of the film. (But ah, remember the day when musicals didn't need to keep their source titles to be successful?) But I keep thinking, with that title, is this yet another attempt to bring Singing' In The Rain to the stage lol? Or is it a newly-revised version of Never Gonna Dance, the 2003 musical based on Swing Time, with a catalogue of Jerome Kern songs (including, naturally, "Never Gonna Dance" as well as "I Won't Dance")? Of course back then I remember thinking that Never Gonna Dance would be better as a title for a George Michael jukebox musical (just as Crazy For You sounds like it should have been the title of a Madonna jukebox show). Speaking of which - I wonder how Gloria Estefan is doing in that revival of Rodgers and Hart's On Your Toes? (Oh wait - sorry - that's On Your Feet, and she's not actually in it. As Emily Litella would have said, "never mind...")

Maybe she copied the pages?

I had a science class partner in 9th grade that was a nice kid but more of a classic "nerd" type (well, who was I kidding, so was I in a way) - I remember a few times he made this quip about experimenting together to make a test tube baby (this was the late 70's when this was first in the news). I don't think he was really attempting to make a pass at me - I think he was just joking in his own way. But I remember thinking that we could have had some fun with that lol.

I thought I had posted this yesterday, but I guess I didn't... I was casual friends with a high school classmate who went to the same college I did, and he became friends with my roommate, so we would hang every now and then. I remember him telling me one night that one of the jocks in our high school class (very cute baseball player) had come out. He was one of those guys you'd just never expect to be gay, if one can say that about anyone, lol. I was, of course, intrigued, though I was sure I'd never have a change with the guy. And I never did get in touch with him. I was curious one day recently and wanted to see if I could find him on facebook - which I did. He's married (to a woman) and I think they have 3 kids. Go figure... I have no reason to doubt that my friend was telling the truth at the time. So I would assume that the jockboy was at very least experimenting. Or maybe he would now say that he's bisexual - who knows. But it's funny that I was actually just a little disappointed to see that he had swung back the other way, lol. But I also should assume that he has the life he wants, as I certainly have no reason to think otherwise. What I'd love to know is what his sexual journey was. But we were never close enough even in high school for me to feel like I can really contact him out of the blue to talk about it, lol.

The few florists I know well are very masculine straight guys. There goes the stereotype lol.

I had mentioned my adolescent dalliances with my friend Tim, and I also had a few experiences with some other neighborhood boys. But it was the summer that I turned 16 that I finally started my 'education' with men older than me. I was working downtown that summer, and one day I went alone to lunch at a local McDonald's. I was wearing a t-shirt advertising a small local weekly newspaper (a relative worked there) which had a personals section in the back. An older man (40's-ish?) came and sat next to me and started a conversation. He mentioned said newspaper, and the personals, and asked what I thought of that. He went further and asked what i thought of the ads that said "GWM" etc. Ok, so it was obvious where he was going. I knew it - and well, I was too shy, only on an hour lunch break, and perhaps not attracted. And of course wary of him being a stranger. So I said something intellectual, like "people that want to place ads like that are ok by me, but I'm not like that" or something. And he took the hint, and that was that. But sometimes I do think back and wonder - had I been more savvy about these things, and more adventurous/interested, maybe we would have wound up having a good time. Or maybe I did the right thing. But something else was going on too. Something that would really change my life for the next few years. I must have overheard a conversation that insinuated that men were using the restroom at the library downtown as a cruising spot. I went to that library fairly often, but never for that, lol. But, that summer, I tried hanging out there and daring myself to see what would happen. I might describe some of my adventures in another post, but suffice to say that that summer I began an interest in "tearoom" sex that would continue into my college years before I finally stopped doing it. When I started, it was 1980, AIDS was unknown, and security around that restroom and a few others I tried was fairly lax - when I stopped mid-80's, I think I was much more worried about catching an STD, and security had tightened, etc. (And perhaps one day I just realized that the sense of adventure wasn't there anymore, and that sex should happen in more comfortable, pleasant surroundings lol.) That first time was, to quote Stephen Sondheim, an "excited and scared" experience. Again it was lunchtime, later that same summer. This particular restroom had two stalls (with no doors!) and with small peepholes (nothing glory-hole sized) - so one could look into the other stall, and/or you could spy on the guys at the 2 urinals next to that. That day I was in the stall nearest the urinals. A guy came in, saw me sitting there, and went to the urinal. He surely knew I was watching as he started stroking himself instead of peeing. After a minute or two he peeked slightly into my stall, with a knowing look, and I think, a lick of his lips. Obviously I knew this was a good opportunity. He motioned me to come over to the urinal with him. He played with my cock and sucked it, and when I was ready to cum I remember he stroked it out of me, having me aim it into the urinal. It was the first time an adult had gotten me off. After, he asked me if I wanted to do anything back, and frankly, I was so shaken by having done what I just did, that I made an excuse and said I had to go. I seem to remember him chuckling a little and thanking me for letting him play with me. I zipped up and got the hell out of there, lol. And really spent the rest of the day at work aware of my nerves - I was glad I had done it, but maybe I felt really guilty too lol. But, I went back. And became a kind of a regular after a while. And it's funny to think back to all that - here I was, a chubby, average-looking, kinda nerdy kid, nevertheless getting all this attention from guys over twice my age (though occasionally there would be younger guys too, and even another teen here and there). I would guess they all felt pretty fucking stoked to find this boy as part of "the club" lol. It was edgy, and sometimes I realize what a miracle it was that I never got caught or into any dangerous situations - but I sure had some fun, if perhaps seedy, encounters lol.

Oh, I liked him in Class too.

I fell for him a few years before that, in Class. But I was in college already...

I tend to think it's natural that a lot of kids feel some admiration for friend's parents in general - they might seem "cooler" than their own lol. But yes, I can remember a few friend's dads, or neighborhood dads, who I had some secret thoughts about. Also, of course, as we start to grow up and get more curious about sex, there's that odd realization that yes, parents became parents by having sex...and while it can be uncomfortable to think about our own parents "doing it," how many of us stopped to wonder about what our friends' parents might be like when they're doing it, lol? I also have this memory of a married couple (without any kids, as far as I remember) that my parents became friends with when I was still in elementary school. And the guy was really really hot. I'm sure I had thoughts about him, though I wasn't really that overtly aware of gay feelings yet. But I know I was aware of how attractive he was.

I played Mr. McAfee when I was 13, lol. I think I had a tiny crush on our Conrad (whose name I think was Greg). The foot story brings me back to my young teen friend Tim (from earlier in this thread). Back at 13/14, I don't think I consciously knew I liked feet sexaully yet (by high school I did). But I had this odd thing happen with Tim one day that makes me wonder if I could have been heading in that direction, sort of... It was summer, and Tim and I were at his house, in the basement rec room, watching TV. We were sitting on the couch, and he was sitting cross-legged, so that one of his bare legs was right next to me. (Wearing shorts/socks/sneaks.) And I don't think at this point we had done anything tactile yet - this was sometime before Tim's little "truth or dare" games and the time we blew each other. And I was (and still tend to be) shy about making a first move, lol - so what happened was not a typical thing for me. In any case, I found myself reaching over and putting my hand under his sock, and rubbing his ankle underneath. I don't know why. I don't know what the impulse really was - but I was doing it. I tend to think neither of us was looking at the other. But he wasn't stopping me, or asking me what the hell I was doing, etc. And who knows how long it really went on for - a minute maybe - though maybe it felt like it was longer. And then I finally realized I should stop, I guess, and I took my hand out from under his sock - and that was it. Still no comment from Tim, no acknowledgement of what had just happened, good or bad. I remember shortly after he shifted his position so his leg wasn't right next to me anymore - though again, it didn't seem like it was him trying to avoid me or anything. And that's all I remember - except that I know it didn't lead to any other touching, at least on that day. I still wonder what it was that made me want to do that. ;-) And...at some point, I'd love to find a guy who might like to roleplay what could have happened...like, say that a still quiet Tim had guided my hand back under, hinting that he wanted me to keep doing it. What if he popped his heel out of his sneaker - a hint that I could go further in under his sock? What if the sneaker and sock eventually made their way off, and there I was, rubbing Tim's bare foot? What if then he......;-)

When I was just out of college, I was hired to help with a summer teen production of Lil' Abner. It wasn't that great a production by any means, but the highlight for me was that the director (who was the football coach at the high school - and presumably better at football than directing theatre) got some of his football players to play the musclemen. I wasn't out to the adults in this particular company (and it would have been inappropriate to make any comments to the kids of course) so I just kept my lust to myself. But oh, I enjoyed that scene...

No, and yes. Jodie was dating Dennis, the football star. Peter was the tennis instructor that all the women were dating. ;-) And yes, Peter was murdered early on.

He's more commonly known now as Broadway star Brian Stokes Mitchell. (Ragtime, the most recent revivals of Man Of La Mancha and Kiss Me, Kate, a replacement in Kiss Of The Spider Woman opposite Vanessa Williams, etc.)

Thinking of TV shows - Soap debuted when I was 13, and although I wasn't ready to officially come out at that age, I knew that Billy Crystal's gay character was a role model. His character, Jodie Dallas, was I think one of the first gay characters on a TV series who was portrayed without stereotype - just a regular guy who happened to be gay. And then I remember Gregory Harrison who was a regular on Trapper John MD a few years later. The shower/bare torso shot in the intro was something I always looked forward to (about 28 seconds in on the youtube clip).

I have a feeling many of us (me, for sure) enjoy trying to remember back to where it all began - whether it's first experiences, or first realizations, etc. So it's bound to be an appealing topic to discuss.