nycman

The more I read....and listen....the happier I am I passed on this one.
 
The tickets are outrageously expensive....for that price I want a life altering experience.
 
Sadly, this show doesn't appear to deliver as much as everyone had hoped.

Many moons ago..... Jake Deckard. I was young (maybe 20 years ago) and enamored of the pics he was posting on the internet. I had never been to a masseur before and reading up, and ogling over his pics, I created this great big fantasy of how wonderful it would all be and how happy and satisfied it would make me. Well, I arrived 15 minutes early - anxious to be there. I didn't think much to have the desk guy call up to say I was there. Jake wasn't very happy about my early arrival - which I can now totally understand - he gasped and sighed and over the phone said I should wait. I was upset at myself for being early and sat, waiting in the lobby. Once I went up, in my nervousness, I think I said all the wrong things which made him appear even less happy with my presence (I think I tried to ask him what else he did other than massage and he might have taken that as offensive - which I really didn't mean in a bad way, as being a masseur is a totally legitimate profession, and I was awkwardly trying to make small talk)...Maybe he had personal stuff going on as well, I don't know. Well, during the massage, not sure of how to go about it, I tried touching him but he kept batting my hand away, huffing and puffing like I was ruining his routine - a master doing his work... So I just gave up and laid there, miserable - with some hot dude who I totally offended mad at me and distant. My fantasy of how wonderful it would all be shattered and I couldn't stop wondering wtf I did. Finally, at some point, when he was ready, something started poking my head and I outright asked him, "May I....?" That was kinda weird. I imagined it would have been sexier than that. It was mechanical - no warmth. I half nearly choked, gave myself a HE, and left. I walked down the street sad, mad at myself for I-don't-know-what. I'd have to say that was the worst experience I've ever had.
 
Years later, however, watching Tim Kruger rip Jake's asshole apart on video gave me a sick sense of pleasure, LOL..... Thanks, Tim!

Easy to remember - it was my FIRST massage ever while a student at GW in DC! I was fully draped with a sheet - No idea what to expect - was zoned out enjoying the massage when I had my first spontaneous ejaculation WHILE FLACCID! I didn't even have a semi - so no tenting of the sheet.
 
I gave it no thought as it was just part of the energy flowing and swirling through my body -- NOTE! The masseur never went within 12" of my genitals! -- there was no external stimulation!
 
When he saw the wet spot on the sheet as my semen liquefied and soaked though, the Masseur lost it - started yelling at me and ended the massage right then! I was mortified as I didn't feel I had done anything wrong and he sure as hell had not stimulated me directly!
 
From that point forward I communicated up front - told the Masseurs that I ejaculated spontaneously (while flaccid) and went to Masseurs who would massage nude on nude. Spontaneous ejaculations were normal, during good massages, for me into my late 50s -- it is all energy!!!
 
NOW, I need some direct stimulation by the masseur:):)
 
I have never forgotten that first massage!

Ok this one goes back awhile. Back to the years of finding masseurs in the ad section of Frontiers Magazine. Before the advice of forum members. There was a guy whose body was amazing kind of like the guy from Tarzan movie with Bo Derek ... Miles Okeef I think. ( 20 somethings start googling). Any way I arrived at a dingy little apartment. He seemed pretty out of it. He in told me to go ahead and lie face down on the bed which was unmade and sheets were obviously not fresh. ( OK let me say it is amazing what you will let slide when some one is extremely good looking. ) He then lay on top of me and kind of kneaded my shoulder with one hand occasionally mumbling incoherently. On a side note his hair was shoulder length but more little lord Fontleroy then Sexy romance novel and obviously had not been washed in a very long time. I digress,the strange Kneading continues until it becomes obvious he has dozed off. Yes full dead weight on top of me asleep. So he come to as I writhe about a bit. continuing to mumble and pinch. At this point I initiate the turn over and just want it all to end. So I am a bit fuzzy on this but there was some sort of HE, more Hurried than Happy. The kicker, as I am getting dressed he decides it is time for him to prep dinner. This is a one room with kitchenette so I get to watch as he waves a huge knife around and tries to make small talk. Now had it been a paring knife to cut his potato no biggie but this was a fight crocodiles in a swamp knife so I was wondering if was ever going to be seen again. I go into compliment mode, going on and on of what a great time it was as I dressed and edged toward the door. I made my escape to home and a very long shower.

Funny, I have convinced myself that I can "feel" the energy if my
masseur is naked or not...even if I'm face down and cannot tell.
 
Even funnier.....I believe that it matters.
 
Oh Christ...now we're into Schrödinger's cat....and my dick is getting hard.
 
Is it homosexuality?.....
or quantum physics that's making me hard?....
and more importantly does it matter?
 
Enjoy the erection men!...everything else is a false god!

There is nothing like the comfort of body to body context. That is part of what relaxes me: that feeling of mutuality and the connectivity that results from body meeting body full on. Especially if the masseur is very skilled and knows how to use his body as a part of the massage that is even better. I totally get when people are not comfortable with that level of contact. But when guys are skilled and open to that kind of healing energy it is ah-mazing. It is a mistake to assume this is primarily a sexual thing (although it can go there), it really isn't. The point is one of relaxation and body to body contact is, in and of itself, healing, and the use of body weight to massage the muscles is part of the art of massage. Ok, I'm done with my little mini-rant. Lol.

Funny, I have convinced myself that I can "feel" the energy if my
masseur is naked or not...even if I'm face down and cannot tell.
 
Even funnier.....I believe that it matters.
 
Oh Christ...now we're into Schrödinger's cat....and my dick is getting hard.
 
Is it homosexuality?.....
or quantum physics that's making me hard?....
and more importantly does it matter?
 
Enjoy the erection men!...everything else is a false god!

Funny, I have convinced myself that I can "feel" the energy if my
masseur is naked or not...even if I'm face down and cannot tell.
 
Even funnier.....I believe that it matters.
 
Oh Christ...now we're into Schrödinger's cat....and my dick is getting hard.
 
Is it homosexuality?.....
or quantum physics that's making me hard?....
and more importantly does it matter?
 
Enjoy the erection men!...everything else is a false god!

I only go for massages where massuer will work nude. For me, any cloth touching me during a massage is like caulk on a blackboard -- beyond that, of course I enjoy any flesh to flesh contact - be it touching, rubbing or poking!
 
I too, as someone else said, often have my head to the side so I can appreciate the visual -- especially when he is near or touching my head --
 
HE always for me - often for him -- with a few regular masseurs I know that the last massage of the day gets the load as he want to keep his energy charged for all sessions.

With the dancing big bear, it wasn't the speedo that was the problem. Those sandals made him look fat. He should have known better.

You KNOW that man is FUN in bed!

You swim like a fish in speedos. They are as necessary a tool for efficient swimming as pedals are for biking. Wear them at any age.

No man should wear a speedo bathing suit after 21 years of age as it is a garment for the young and beautiful.

What's wrong with Americans and speedos??....Growing up in Italy I got used to see speedos in any kind of man, muscular, skinny, normal, gorgeous or fat and ugly. Whatever you wear doesn't change who you are. At the beach wear whatever you feel more comfortable with. I live close to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn and go there often in summertime, it's absolutely refreshing and liberatory to see how most men (only Russians...) don't give a shit if they don't have a perfect body, but want to enjoy comfort on a beach.
Those ridiculous shorts/trunks that most men use are hideous, unless it's what you WANT to wear. To me they are totally uncomfortable at the beach. I have passed 50 4 years ago, I have a more than decent body and even if I didn't I would not care. I wear speedos always because I like it. If I am not in Miami Beach or in Brighton Beach I am usually one of the VERY few who wear speedos, and I don't give a damn if people are "offended" by the view of a bulge or my wrapped buttocks. People in US are super comfortable with violence, but body and sex (remember Janet Jackson's nipple?...) are taboo. Wrooong!

My feelings on the subject have evolved...
 

You KNOW that man is FUN in bed!

I thought they looked "tired" in the video.
 
They seemed to be desperately trying to recreate the magic they once had at their fingertips.
 
Unfortunately, that never goes well.....
 
http://theproudparents.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/Recreate.jpg

Hmm....his rentmen ad says he's "Ivy League educated".....but his bio says he studied
at UC Berkeley and Parsons School of Design....last I checked....neither one is "Ivy League".
 
Well, that and his rentmen age is listed as "37" years old...but his DOB on his Bio is 1969......
 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Mackenroth
 
I mean I understand an escort lying about their age...but their education?

I saw Stas weeks ago. His hair cut was horrible. The guy would do anything but get hard. I cut the session short. He said he doesn't get hard with clients. I told him he should just stick to porn.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

Let me guess....you can't touch his hair?
 
Grin

You have a Gulfstream....but no private driver?
 
Seriously?

You have a Gulfstream....but no private driver?
 
Seriously?

You have a Gulfstream....but no private driver?
 
Seriously?

Let me guess....you can't touch his hair?
 
Grin