nycman

You have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before you enter. LMAO...only in LA!

Kinky!

I learned to go to the gym on cruises during the “off” hours. Most of the day it’s packed. On an Atlantis cruise....”off hours” was usually during some “big” event. The other good time to go is early in the AM. Since the majority of the built guys party the night away, very few are up at the crack of dawn working out. I managed to get my workouts in without having to climb over 20 Chelsea boys....but it does take planning

Random drives me nuts. It makes me think the massage therapist is disorganized, frazzled and/or not paying attention. None of which relaxes me. I like a logical progression. A, B, C, D, E, F, G....with a little extra attention to “G” at the end.

Funny, I didn’t think it was racist at all. In fact, I had to read it several times to even come up with some twisted interpretation that made it even sound slightly racist to me. I guess we all look with our own eyes.

I’ve gotten the “Vice Vibe” for newbie PMs lots of times. As such, I stopped responding to PMs from newbies a long time ago. Even if I tried to be discrete...the questions would just keep coming. It’s much simpler this way.

You talk funny.

The food is much more “boat specific” than it is “Atlantis specific”. Most were good. Some were very good. None were great. My two tips: 1) Read up about the specific boat on cruise review sites to get the best info. 2) Reserve dinner the first night in the “Specialty restaurant”. Tip the Maitre D $100 on the first night....and eat there all week long regardless of the supposed “rules”. They are miles better than the buffet and main dining room dinners. There’s tons to do. You don’t have to be a vapid muscle marry to have fun. Like most thing in life, if you go with the attitude that your there to have fun.... you’ll have fun. If you don’t....you won’t. It is. Just avoid the public areas of the spa and the gym as much as possible. The crew pretty much gives up on trying to keep those areas “clean”. I believe your English is not properly expressing your intent. Perhaps meant to say “they inject enough winstrol....to COMPENSATE for their LACK of disciple and willpower”. I can’t possible see how they would want to “negate” their discipline and willpower. Hugs, Ms. J. Austin Grin

So, you’ve been dieting for months in anticipation of knowing that you’d have to walk up that gang plank where thousands of ripped muscle boys would be judging every ounce of fat on your body for the next week non-stop. You haven’t so much as looked at a carb, much less tasted one. Finally, the last day of the cruise arrives. You've nailed every muscle boy you’re going to get to nail. You’ve danced the final night away in your tiny all white outfit (that you miraculously fit into). It no longer matters how perfect your waist line is. It’s over. For the first time in months, you can eat carbs worry free. It’s a joyous (although not particularly pretty) moment! Hope that helps explain the “last day carb fest” phenomenon.

Baby, I was in that “last day pizza line” every single cruise! Going solo on an Atlantis cruise isn’t for the faint of heart. You learn to starve away the fat and the fear.

I think I’ve seen him as recently as this past spring. As ripped as his pics?....maybe not. Noticeably different?....not really. I tend to give give a 5-10 lbs margin for “advertising”. Beyond that?....you risk having the door shut in your face.

Funny you should mention the buffets. One of the more humorous aspects of being on an Atlantis cruise is seeing the empty lines for the pizza and pasta stations at the buffet all week long.....until the last day. Then it’s a shit show free for all with every ripped muscle Mary on the boat clawing their way to the front of the lines and stuffing their faces with carbs. It happened on every single Atlantis cruise I went on without fail.

God, how I wish I spoke Portuguese! I would say communication was only mildly difficult. He’s adorable and I’m not a big talker, so it wasn’t a big deal for me. If you’re in the “Charmer” or “BFE” camps....this might be a problem for you. A romantic diner would be difficult. Being a Whammer has its benefits....grin

Bingo. You’re being paranoid. The hotel doesn’t give a fuck what you’re up to. They’ve seen it all. Just pay your bill and don’t upset the other guests.

There’s nothing worse than an escort who is clearly not into it. Every time that happens, I want to slap him upside the head and say, “dude, let me teach you how to make money...big M-O-N-E-Y”. I don’t care if you’re faking it....just be good enough at it so I can’t tell. And yeah just like real life, you gotta kiss a lot of frogs. But when the chemistry is right....it’s amazing. Just keep looking. You’ll find the right dude. And when you do, treat him like a prince.

I wouldn’t cast Atlantis as “welcoming” to “big fat older dudes” cruising for younger in shape dudes. I wouldn’t say they’re necessarily “unwelcoming” either. You just need very deep pockets and very realistic expectations. Boys will be boys. If you’re expecting in shape circuit boys to flock to your bedroom, you better be offering something in return. That’s just reality.

As always, this thread is enlightening and heartwarming to read. Thanks for sharing so much BasketBaller. I suspect you’ve helped more men than you can possibly imagine with the openness and honesty you’ve shown here. Btw..... Tall....check. Lean....check. Blonde....check. Top....check. Jesus....what more do I have to do?.....learn how to play fucking basketball? Grin

That man is painfully beautiful. Wish I could help!

Yeah..... Everytime I've been there I’ve been in full leathers. No problem at all getting in. In fact, the infamously “rough and tough” doormen were down right cordial. My advice...go with locals, dress like a local, and speak as little English as possible.

You are correct.... No one goes to Albany by choice. The rest you can figure out by snooping around here.

Up against an chain link fence in a deserted park at 2am..... I didn’t know we were less that 2 feet from a train track on the other side of the fence.... And when the 2am Express came roaring passed?..... ....that was one Hell of a terrifyingly intense orgasm!

I'm not even into “low hangers” and I LOVE the egg carton pic. Major bonus points for creativity!

Looks wonderful. It’s not exactly an island known for “tolerance”. Did you notice that 90% of the participants were female?

Sounds like crazy fun! Thanks for the trip report.

Labor Day weekend on Fire Island? Are you nuts? The good ones were booked solid 2 months ago for this weekend.