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That’s one I’ve never heard of!

His personality is blasé.

Love the ripped jeans and beat-up white Chucks. Let us now if you connect.

Saw him a few years ago. He’s probably 24 now. Pretty boy, but doesn’t kiss very enthusiastically. I’ve thought about seeing him again, but something holds me back. I’m not in Nashville as often.

Where I’m from, wearing the right shade of pink was considered preppy, especially Lacoste shirts and all-cotton button downs.

I’ll be attending my high school reunion in October. I’m still close to a friend I’ve known since we were 14. I want and hope to see a few one-time hotties who figured in many Jack-off sessions at the time.

I wonder if my lawyer could handle this?

As @Epigonosstated, San Francisco is really an unparalleled city. I was in love with it in the 80’s particularly. Living in coastal OC for many years, SF was my civilized retreat. I also loved Big Sur, the wine country, and the Sonoma and Mendocino coasts. I had a scary walk through the Tenderloin one night after a dinner party. I was a bit tipsy, wearing a chalk-striped suit, but I got to the other side unscathed. When I visited briefly last June, I was appalled at its decline. I think some of the problems are intractable. Interesting that the much maligned (by classic San Franciscans like the late Herb Caen) “El Lay” is now perhaps the better city. San Diego is now my favorite large California city.

Yes, I always thought that “ambience” rating was absurd.

Perfect blond sub!

Yes. When I clicked on the link it to me to this little morsel. https://rentmen.eu/pnklemonade/#platinum pink lemonade. Apt.

I wouldn’t.

I live near Seattle part of the year. It’s always been a disappointing selection for a city of its size. Vancouver is much better, at least for my tastes.

Lucky you! He’s gorgeous.

Back in 1996, I was a presenter at a healthcare conference in Phoenix. During the general sessions, I noticed a handsome younger brunet was looking at me. At lunch we sat together and agreed to go for a run after the day's events. After the run, we went up to my room to do crunches. He told me he was gay. Of course, I said I knew and that I was too. We started making out and then jacked off together. Unfortunately, he was with his boyfriend. They were from St Louis and I was living in Boulder at the time. The next afternoon, before heading to the airport, we had another deep make out session in a stall in the men’s room of the hotel lobby while his bf was outside waiting for the airport bus. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet again in San Francisco in a few months. Going through some old photos, I found a picture of us together at a restaurant. We never connected again.

100% agree.

Oh how I wish I could lick every drop of that thick nectar!

That’s only happened to me once, with “Jimmy Joe”, who used to advertise in LA from 2006-2008 while he was an undergraduate.

That’s only happened to me once, with “Jimmy Joe”, who used to advertise in LA from 2006-2008 while he was an undergraduate.

Robert Wagner, as a TV crush. My first awareness of same sex attraction: I may have been 11 or 12. My cousin and I were staying at my grandmother’s cottage in the mountains and she took us to a fair. I still remember a very blond teenager working the rides, wearing a Levi’s denim jacket. He must have been 17 or so. The sheer beauty of that kid mesmerized me.

I’ve never been to a gay bathhouse or sauna and am not about to start now. I’ve always been too self-conscious. I much prefer one-to-one encounters.

Far too timid for a fetish.

Beautiful feet, among numerous other assets!

Madrid

I find the beat up Converse sneakers hot for some reason.