Pensant

Thank God low T was never a problem for me. Of course, it did lead to some hair loss later in life!

Seems quite boring.

God, I hope not. But I’ve seen that too.

The one on the right, please!

Me doing push-ups this morning

Cinque Terra?

Perfection+++

Some are persistent for sure. I usually tell them to just contact the provider.

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Another prominent poster and I went to the same college as Treat. Treat was older than me so I never was on campus during his time there.

I know. Bizarre.

You’d be surprised how many twinks and twunks I’ve turned into doms, although not hardcore. It’s role play and some have gotten quite good at it. Of course, they love to switch and be a Daddy’s boy from time to time. I’ve never had any issues training them.

Tight doesn’t work with a thick boy.

“Cyrus”. Used to dance at Stag in PDX and now lives in Beverly Hills and is a listed provider. A fellow escort called him a power bottom. Never met, but he reaches out occasionally. Venmo’d him $50 to take the Bolt from PDX to SEA a few years ago, but he never showed, but was happy to credit me if we ever meet.

And then I’d love him to slap me across the face!

He has a giveaway “disinterested” look. Says a lot.

And of course Marriott was misspelled.

I tend to be more paranoid and less trusting than some while pursuing this pastime, so I’ve fortunately never had this experience. Only once have a had a somewhat intimidating as opposed to a dangerous encounter: when a provider brought a friend along. I was at a hotel and wouldn’t let them in since there were two. They made a fuss but I told them that I’d call the front desk and have them escorted out. They left with a string of vulgarities.

Such a cute face!

Unfortunately, my side of the family was disinherited by a spiteful ancestor. The other side was still loaded and one now dead cousin was the president of The Philadelphia Club and involved with the Assembly Ball. We were invited once to an event when I was 17 and I was surprised at how down-to-earth and unpretentious the old-money crowd was. I’m sure some of the men would’ve liked to bed me. I would’ve been willing!

Interesting question. Years ago, when one would meet up via 800 numbers, I ended up with a stable of twinks and college boys who wanted me to dominate them. I had all the gear: boots, riding crops, chastity devices. They’d do just about anything. It seems the online world has banished those connections to the ash heap.

My providers often speak of bad experiences they’ve had with clients. I’m a curious man, so I enjoy hearing their stories, sometimes in detail. I rarely remember much afterwards. I rarely ask them directly, they usually bring it up unbidden. They’re also rarely in a hurry to leave, so it’s usually me who suggests that it’s getting late. I imagine they tell friends and other providers about me since I sometimes get “heys” from their associates, often leading to a fun session.

Damn! Morning wood potpourri!

Even though not my cup of tea, it’s nice to know that such civilized old-money places still exist in the midst of Manhattan. I had thought they’d all died out by now.