Smokey

I booked a session with Spencer, who's better known as porn star Logan Stevens. If you want to know what happened, you could PM me, but right here, I'm gonna be a little philosophical.
 
On any given day, if you ask me if I think he's sexy, and if I'm attracted to him, I'm gonna say yes. In person, he truly is: nice body, pretty scruffy face, and that musky smell from his body... He's everything I'd dream of in a sexual fantasy, as I can also see in his porn videos at any time.
 
Unfortunately in reality, my brain works differently. From the first moment I saw him and started a conversation, my brain just started to compute the differences between what he thought he was like and what he was actually like. He's every bit of sexy in person, but the computing in my brain still killed the vibe a little bit.
 
The massage was good and deep. I sit at a desk all day, and my back needed it, but because the massage was good, my mind was nowhere near the gutter at all, even though my fantasy man was touching me! Since I knew he could see I wasn't aroused, my mind started to worry that he might be thinking I didn't like him in person (as I told him I was a subscriber of his JustForFans page). Nevertheless, I am still attracted to him, but when he was there, in my mind I couldn't treat him like the guy he was in his own videos. He was just a good looking stranger that I would look at, but probably too insecure myself to have an instant sexual connection with.
 
We talk about here everyday that which masseur's cute, hot, or sexy, but I think the best masseur should be someone that can put your mind at ease. If you have a usual masseur to go to, and things have been working out well, then there must be a reason. Trying something different might be a bad idea, even though it sounds like a good one.
 
Don't get me wrong, if you like Logan Stevens, hire him, the massage is great, and it's a porn star bucket list item to check off, but beware that it'll probably not going to end up like the fantasy you've imagined. (It's funny that he said something about he no longer had energy to party hard during holiday gathering with younger people, and I almost said that wasn't what I would perceive from all his threesome videos?...)

It's interesting to see a bit of a different approach on here. And I totally get it. I once hired a guy who was a total fantasy for me. But in real life it didn't live up to what I had in mind. Not that any porn star is my hero, but there is a saying "never meet your heroes" because you find out they are just humans. It's easier for me to get into something hot with regular dudes. Much harder when I feel like someone might be out of my league and I am reminded that it is a business transaction for them only. Also- please PM me all the dirty details. LOL

http://i.imgur.com/KM7UKn1.jpg
Ouch!

Visiting cemeteries is like grieving when a loved one passes away. We all grieve differently. We all have reasons for visiting (or not visiting) cemeteries.
 
I would take my mom on the “cemetery tour” near the holidays to visit her parents, my dad’s parents, and eventually my dad’s graves. I never got anything out of the visits and did it solely for my mom. For me, I was standing on a plot of land looking down at a headstone with my family members’ names. It didn’t provide comfort, reflection or remembrance.
 
When my mom started deteriorating, she became friendly with a Catholic nun who was also a registered nurse. She would visit with my mom, bring pastries, have tea with her and give her Communion. She was indispensable during that time and became a trusted family friend. After my mom passed, I told her how I felt about visiting the cemetery. She had, what I thought, was a very unexpected reply for a Catholic nun. She said, “you visit with your family every time you think of them,” while touching her index finger to my chest and temple.
 
I’ve come to terms with my belief. I’d visit the graves for a few years after my mom passed, partly out of guilt, but have since stopped. I’d question why I was doing it each time. Even during the visits, I’d see the crying and praying by visitors to other graves and wonder why I wasn’t experiencing the same emotions.
 
Like most things in life, do what works for you.

I find cemeteries peaceful and a place of repose and love to spend time walking, reading and just meditating in them. One might find me macabre, but if I'm not afraid of the living, why should I be of the dead?

Maybe in my younger years I was more easily impressed but I distinctly remembering there were some pretty studly looking teachers in my high school. And oh, my art history prof in college - - well I NEVER missed a class. The stuff of dreams. Sadly, however, only dreams.

Doesn't he kinda remind you of your high school (or maybe college) history teacher who just happened to show up at the pool?

Very much so!

Very much so!

Am I really the first one (in two weeks!) to comment on the FIRST Charles Atlas? When some of us of a certain age were quite young, the comic books we read always had ads for building your body so that no one would dare to kick sand in your face at the beach. The ads featured a big hunky guy (in those days, he was a hunk), standing proudly in his bathing trunks, promising that if you mailed in the coupon and the required price, you could soon look like him. (75 days, was it?)
 
My reaction to this guy's photos? "I knew Charles Atlas, and sir, you are no Charles Atlas!!!"

Nylund is absolutely right. As careful as a masseur might be, he doesn't know if his clients might transmit the virus to him, and no matter how prudent your masseur is with you, he could pass it on to you. And no one would know it at the time, no matter how well intentioned all of you are.
 
Anything we do has risks. If we go for a walk, we could be hit by a bicycle messenger or a piece of stone could fall from a building and kill us. We're willing to take those risks, as they are small. We can often control where you walk, and we look both ways before crossing a street. Can we control the spread of the virus? We can't practice social distancing during a massage, nor is it convenient to wear masks. We have less control over the situation.
 
Are we willing to risk contracting Covid19? We have to assess the risk, and make a decision. There's a difference between assessing risk and taking a chance.

OK the worst was also the first. Many years ago in my 20’s just broke up with a boyfriend. I saw one of those ads in the back of the local gay rag, hot buff guy pictured offering massage, got up the courage and made an appointment. When I got there the man who opened the door was of course not the man in the picture, more of a 60ish sort of Captain Kangaroo with a “Dutch Boy” hair doo. The apartment could only be described as, in the Liberace style on a K-Mart budget.
I was too shy and scared to run, so I stayed. He took off his robe to reveal only red satin boxers. There was a massage table so I got undressed and laid face down, under the towel.
I don’t really remember the massage, I think it was OK but I was too scared to move. There was a point where his big Persian cat jumped on the table and walked along my side. He yelled at the cat but cat kept coming back. Can’t tell what was going on in my head just wanted out of there. I did the turn over, more massage, the the attempt of a happy ending, but being in my 20’s it was quick and easy. After I came he knelt down with his head on the massage table and started praying and crying. I got up, got dressed, put the money by his head and ran out of there left him in the praying crying position in his own world. It was probably another 10 years before I went for another massage.

Now that IS something - to harken back to a cartoon that appeared in 2005, and originally in 1992. I have a pretty good memory, but I sure ain't in your league, Brother. Thanks for the laugh.

No, no, Eggman my dear. You must not lose heart and become cynical. The universe that most of us inhabits is filled with many hot men (look at us, f'rinstance). But there is another, celestial sphere that a few choice morsels of man flesh occupy. It's parallel to ours. Granted, ours has its benefits and pleasures. We must not allow ourselves to become greedy or bitter. We must content ourselves with the occasional foray into that hallowed ground.

It is.

He sure is. He's been that way for a long time, even before he qualified for this thread ...
 

Perhaps he has an acute understanding of his marketplace.

Former masseur here, found that almost all my clients wanted a HE no matter what. I'd say around 95% were the mutual touch type, and most of them spent time mutually touching my cock. That to me is an interest in either sucking me or getting fucked. I'd say 75% or so of my sessions had oral one way, the other or both. Full on sex was rare, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't happen. Might have happened more, but frequently the guy is so worked up he cums before anything more than a HE can happen.
 
As a client, I do go to one or two guys that don't do anything, and they are just really good massages. I find a lot of the massages I receive that involve sex in any shape or form are just average. They make up for the massage quality with the sex. Sometimes that's what I want, sometimes I just really need a damn good massage though.

...For those that came here for a massage story, here is another one of mine that I detailed on another forum: https://www.lpsg.com/posts/28233421/ and the follow-up story: https://www.lpsg.com/posts/28365641/
 

 
I just thought that I would check back in here. It's approaching 2 months since I have given my last massage. My grindr, jack'd and scruff ads still mention massage although I have not used either ad for massage or connections. However, I still continued to receive requests for massages daily. That has picked up dramatically in the past week. I received a request for a massage & more this evening. I responded to him that I was practicing Social Distancing and he responded with..."Boy Bye. Fuck the rona. Pussy ass hoe". Most guys have been understanding, a few still try to plead for session, but this was the first really negative response that I had received.
 
I have been discussing with some of my other massage friends of what it would take to get back to giving massages. Some have mentioned just masks, others have also added gloves to the equation...along with thorough cleaning of the equipment between sessions. Some say that they just may start with people they know well and trust. However, none of them are ready to start again. I am not sure what will work for me. I would prefer not to give (or receive) a massage with gloves. Also, I can barely stand a 20min jaunt in the Grocery store with a mask on. There is no way that I can survive giving a 45+min massage wearing a mask.

I'm similar. At the end of the day I want a quality massage first and foremost--and any other stuff that happens is a bonus. In fact some of the hottest encounters I've had with masseurs are with guys who don't portray themselves in a particular sexual light. I suspect with the more overt guys they probably have a baseline of what they'll do in a sexual sense so when it happens they're just checking that box so it feels more rote or perfunctory. In contrast with the guys who have a more straight-laced presentation if they're into you they'll make it clear. If you find them also attractive that chemistry can result in an all-around enjoyable session for all involved (and there's definitely something to be said about a session where the masseur only ends up getting naked once things start heating up than when the goods are on display from go).