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I came of age in the late 80’s. Thankfully an older gay male grabbed me by the short hairs and dragged to visit his dying 30-year old friends in the hospital when I was around 19 years old. The message was loud and clear. “This is going to happen to you too, you little whore. Unless you learn to use a condom 100% of the time.” That coupled with a very early interview I read with Larry Kramer where he stated something like “by death number 30 we noticed that all the bottoms were dying”. That was nearly a decade before the medical community could pull its head out of its ass long enough to realize the same fact. So with those two events in the mid-80’s, I became a hard-core condom wearing top and I remained so for over 30 years. I honestly believe those two men saved my life. Sex was terrifying but still fun. AIDS and HIV clouded my mind constantly. I convinced myself several times that I had seroconverted and my mental state often boarded on insanity. Yet somehow, we survived. ”During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis, we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night. The dance kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for." - Dan Savage And of course, that insanity gave birth to who I am today. “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” - Friedrich Nietzsche - Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Well, the video at least answers some of those questions. We now know he can handle getting fucked by a bull with a big cock. PS: I love that the top finishes inside of him. I’ve never really understood the fascination with pull out cum shots. They seem strangely unsatisfying.

You went to a strip club with only “over $100 in cash” in your wallet? Hmmmmmmmm……

Timothy Chalamet and Opera. Two things, I don’t care about….at all.

$700? In Orlando? For that? Some of you bitches are insane!

There are as many answers to that question as there are men in the world. I ignore guys who advertise as “top". I also tend to avoid “verse/tops”. I’m well aware that I’m missing out on a few “bottom” diamonds in the rough, but that’s the price I’m willing to pay. “Verse/ bottoms” and pure “bottoms” tend to be my favorites. But I make room for the occasional pure ”verse”, especially when I think they’re just camouflaged bottoms. I make sure every guy I hire knows, “I’m a top who likes to fuck”. What they call themselves is really none of my business. And just like I tell everybody in my life, if you get in my bed, you’re going to get fucked. If you don’t wanna get fucked, don’t get into my bed. At the end of the day, it’s pretty simple.

Wanna-be grifter

The first adult that I ever showered with, outside of immediate family, was with my counselor at “Bible camp”. He was a college stud. We were smelly pubescent boys. We were told that it was mandatory to shower once a day in the group shower hut. On the first day, he joined us in the shower to show us “how to shower”. Honestly, at the time I was extremely thankful. No one had ever showed me “how to shower”. We are very clearly instructed how to wash our nuts, cocks and asses thoroughly. It wasn’t sexual. It was just a matter of fact. All I really remember is some of the boys had scant pubes. Some had no pubes. And our counselor had a full manly bush. That young man taught me how to “wash yer ass”. Thank you, Zach.

Don’t make us work….. https://rentmen.eu/Mario_Russo

Wait, do you want me to stick a “seaweed and hydrated collagen” cork up my ass so you don’t get shit on your dick? How about I just go douche instead?

Since BuffDaddy is too much of a gentleman….. Let me answer the question with a quote from an Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 song: "Tipping is compulsory. If you don't know what compulsory means, I'll spell it out for you: Tip. These. Men." Of course, tipping isn’t really compulsory, but you get the idea.

I used to get “kennel cough”, or at the very least a URI/sore throat, every time I visited a bathhouse. I didn’t go that often, but it was often enough that it was annoying. When I went, I routinely hooked up with three or four guys each night. I learned to use an antiseptic mouthwash before and after every encounter and the problems seemed to go away. Even though my Bathhouse Betty days are long behind me, it’s a practice I continue today, before and after every sexual encounter. Anecdotal evidence at best, but it works for me. Hope it helps you.

Sint Maarten = dirty Dutch side with the cruise ship terminal and airport. Saint Martin = passable French side. AKA a poor man’s St Barts.

If, and only if, U is actually U. If you look at the original U=U study, there were several seroconversions, when U wasn’t really U. Those got discounted, but in real life, those guys became infected with HIV. And that’s what really matters.

Ummm…minor point, but if you got an infection from sexual activity…..it’s an STI. “You can also catch molluscum if you have sex with someone who has it. Many molluscum infections in adults occur this way.“ https://www.cdc.gov/molluscum-contagiosum/about/index.html It’s not technically classified as an STI because kids can get it rubbing up against each other on the playground, and no one wants to freak out parents telling them their kid got an STI. But if you’re an adult and you got it on your dick from rubbing up against another adult in bed…it’s an STI. Semantics, true but semantics are important when discussing STIs.

Lots, and lots of lube.

Picture it….. Philadelphia. 1995. A very young (and unbeknownst to him, strikingly beautiful) NYCman is leaving Woody’s after a rare unsuccessful night of cruising. I stumbled upon a tall, dark, ripped, handsome, rugged man in torn jeans. He smelled of roofing tar and desperation. I was right on both accounts. I took him back to my apartment and we spent a wonderful evening together. Although we hadn’t discussed it ahead of time, in the afterglow, it became obvious he expected to be paid. I had absolutely no money. I mean seriously, I had to save up for “Dollar Margarita Night”. And even then, I could only afford one margarita. So I gave him a pair of my jeans. When he realized I only had 2 pair of jeans to my name, and I was willing to give him one of them, he started crying. At first, he refused to take them. When I pointed out, there wasn’t much left of his old jeans to even put on, he begrudgingly accepted them. I’ll never forget how happy he was when he put my jeans on. He also showed me the knife he had planned to use to rob me and told me to be more careful in the future. Several times after that, I saw him on the street outside Woody’s after closing and he would come to crash at my place. The smell of roofing tar still makes me hard. God, I’ve had a fun life!

For those not raised on an excessive diet of Monty Python skits:

That link is already dead and we’re back to: https://rentmen.eu/Juan_Lucas/ https://rent.men/Juan_Lucas

And now I can’t get this song out of my head…..

I see face pictures as well, and agree he’s very cute. But… “I ofer high end experiences and companonship time for the right of people” ”Subscribe to my OF!” Pass.

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