nycman

It’s called being polite. If you want my load on your face, you need to let me know ahead of time. You dirty little pig.

That the one! Thanks, I couldn’t figure out how to post the pic in the link. I have made love to that ass with my eyes for over 30 years. It never gets old. It was even better when he was positioned over the grand staircase and you we mesmerized by his ass as you descended the stairs.

There can be only one....... Perseus with the Head of Medusa 1804-04 by Antonio Canova at the Metropolitian Museum in NYC. Scroll down here.

Masterbation.

I agree. If there‘s not an active ad, let the fantasy fade. At a very high brow benefit in NYC, I once ran into an escort I had hired. He was the trainer of one of the mega corporate wife’s at the event. As soon as he saw me, I saw the panic in his eyes that he might reveal our secret and that he didn’t know how to greet me. When we were formally introduced, I threw my arms open wide, screamed his real name (which I didn’t know until that exact moment) and greeted him like we were long lost best friends from the gym. I could feel his sigh of relief as we hugged. Crisis averted. He later sent me a text thanking me, and we’ve met several times since. The lesson? It’s only awkward, if you make it awkward.

Depends. OON emergencies in NY? You‘re pretty protected by NY OON laws. Non-emergency stuff? You’ll need to read the plan documents like the legal documents that they are. Assume the insurance company is trying to screw you (they are), assume the worst case scenario, and select the best option for you. They all suck. They are all evil. But if you need a shot in the dark I’d say Empire pays better than most in NY. Hope that helps.

Yawn.

Where‘s the nerd with the graphs when you need him?

God bless you for this. Long Live the Go-Go’s!

I like jockstraps. Unfortunately, 30% “don’t have one”, 30% “don’t like them”, and 30% “forgot to wear one”. Which leaves 10% cleaning up big time with everyone else’s tips.

I like the ”bathhouse etiquette“ rule. Test the waters. Don’t be shy, pushy, or rude. Well, all that and “don’t invite back the prudes”.

Funny, almost every man in this thread has a more “perfect” body..... but this is the one that makes me weak.

Don‘t make us work..... https://rentmen.eu/RandyHardenXXX

Good message, but I thought it was a poorly written article. A large chuck of it came off as “poor me and my evil dead boyfriend”, which really has little to do with today’s pandemic. I’m never a fan when someone paints an unflattering picture of a dead person who can’t defend themselves or tell their side of the story. Not that it really matters, the connection is so tenuous as to make the point irrelevant. There are many things we can learn from the AIDS pandemic that will help us get through this one. I just don’t think this article does a great job of pointing out exactly what those lessons are.

Next.

Frank Sinatra. I always thought he was a mediocre hack. Seinfeld. While I liked the show and cast, I loathed the lead.

If your doctor is putting more direct pressure on our prostate than your “poo”.....get a new doctor.

Amarula is indeed delightful. But to truly enjoy it one must have it in their morning coffee, while on safari in a private South African game reserve, watching the sunrise over a herd of amarula nut eating elephants. Otherwise, it tastes like shit.

I have a nice personality. Does that count?

Get a new doctor. Seriously, you take a shit every day that’s bigger than his finger. Yes. Will he care? No No. And.....”cover story”?....WTF? If you can’t be open with your doctor about getting fucked up the ass...get a new doctor.

One side only. Hated it. Never bothered to learn the rest.

I’d still fuck him. Perhaps to my detriment.

I’ve done it. It’s weird at best. All the pubic spa areas are closed. They take you straight from spa registration to the room. You and the provider are masked. Even with therapists I know and like, it was awkward. The rest of the casino wasn’t much better. Thankfully, masks became mandatory while I was there. The Wynn as absolutely fanatical about enforcement, which I appreciated. The pool was a bit of a shit show, but it was outdoors so I didn’t get too crazy about it. Table games seemed stilted and strange, but not horrible. Most people I saw were really trying to do a good job with the masks. I saw a Wynn manager do a verbal take down on a obvious frequent high roller who was being an asswipe about wearing a mask. “While we’re thankful for your past business, if you don’t comply you will be removed. We can’t risk the entire Casino for you, I’m sorry.“ The asswipe left in a huff, and the floor broke out in applause.

I beat myself (off) constantly. Does that count?

I pretty much hate gambling, although it can be mildly fun with the right arm candy. In other words, I care more about your ability to get fucked than I do about your dice rolling skills.