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I’ve a few regular clients who like to finger me. It’s intriguing when I see a client and he starts to explore back there because usually they’re more interested in playing with my cock as I massage them. They’ll touch me and test if it’s ok so I add a bit of lube to my hole and next time he touches he can feel I’m lubed up so it’s a signal for him to go in properly. Clients love to hear me groan with pleasure as I massage them…kind of turning the tables.
I think @marylander1940is correct in saying it can hurt though if for example his nails aren’t short or especially if he just pushes in and out. It’s better to insert and leave it there, applying pressure on and off to the prostate. When withdrawing do it slowly. Just thrusting your finger or fingers in and out is definitely not good! 

FYI… the one-dollar and two-dollar coins are called the "loonie" (for the loon depiction on the reverse) and the "toonie" (a portmanteau of "two" and "loonie") respectively. 
This morning the Loonie is $0.74 US and the Toonie is $1.48 US
Enjoy your time in Toronto.

Well...according to some of the gentlemen here...its a new ask...but the providers have always had a right to run their business as they see fit. 
Same with deposits. Just say no. (If you dont like it).

Hey, @purplekow congrats on setting and meeting your initial fitness goals. A couple of years ago when I left work, I decided that I wanted to get into better shape and joined a gym also. My goals were to lose some weight and get into strength training to build muscle and be more flexible. To do that effectively, my PT designed a nutrition plan with the right balance of protein, carbs and fats to help with building muscle. Nutrition, in combination with the workout plans, has made all the difference. I worked with my PT for 3 months and now I’m off on my own maintaining a workout and nutrition routine. Let me just say I’m much happier now when I’m at the beach! 
 
Keep going man… and it sounds like you’ve got a great gym to go to with some eye-catching guys there to keep you inspired! Don’t forget to drink lots of water each day to keep you lubed… I mean hydrated hahaha 🤣 

From all I’ve read about Mark in various threads on this site, he doesn’t disappoint and is quite remarkable in his ability to please his clients and give a strong performance. Book an appointment and see for yourself. As I wrote in a thread in 2023… 
I had the great pleasure of meeting Mark when I was working on the Central Coast and he had traveled up to Monterey. I had an early evening appointment was was pleasantly surprised when I got to his hotel room… it was dusk and the room was lit with several candles burning and the massage table was set up at the foot of the bed… and let’s say when Mark opened the door., I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed! Needless to say I had a very memorable session… technically the massage was terrific, not to mention lots of fun

Very disappointed  I couldn't make it to the Palm Springs weekend.
It sounds like someone needs to start an East Coast alternative. 

Here's a story about a much younger friend of mine, which you can say I was 'part of' his experience. (We texted the other night and a reminder of this experience came up, which I forgot to share before).
In August, 2018 I was friends with a hot 23-year old recent college grad student who was originally from Colombia. I worked in the college library for a few years while he was a student (undergrad and grad), and  he always asked me for help. He was handsome, with an incredible body when he first arrived as a freshman and just developed into a sexy young man as the years went on. He was also very flirty - knew how to use his 'Latino sex appeal' to get ahead with men and women (I wasn't blind to that).  Once he left the college for good  in May, 2018 he asked that we stay in touch over the summer, as he was going to need help with cover letters and resumes. I agreed, and got together a few times after that (both flirting with each other, nothing further). He applied for a number of jobs over the summer (financial institutions) and had a lot of interviews lined up.
In July, I mentioned to him I was going to NYC for a weekend to 'get away' for a few days. He asked if he could join me as he had only been there once or twice. I agreed if he paid for his own transportation and meals, and I paid for the room (and I told him I'd be booking a room with a kinf size bed, not two beds - he was fine with it). On our way there, he asked if we could go to a 'famous department store' because he needed to buy a nice suit for the interviews he had coming up (and he had a brand new store card he could use). Off we went to the men's department, which was empty that  Saturday afternoon.  
There was a rather petite, middle-aged 'sales manager' there ever so prim and proper. I must say my friend looked super-sexy in his tight jeans and fitted tee shirt. Mr. Manager noticed him right away.  My friend and I started on the 'sales racks' and found nothing. We moved over to the regular over-priced 'designer suits' and Mr. Manager flew over to us, asking if we needed help to which we said 'not right now' but we would call him over if we did. (You had to see him check out my friend.) I then whispered to my friend, "I bet you can get some great deals on these suits if you play your cards right with him. He's obviously attracted to you." My friend knew exactly what I meant, and said, "Watch me".
We pull out a shirts, slacks, jackets, and then asked for his help, so he brings us to a dressing room. My friend asks for me to go in the dressing room with him, so Mr. Manager brought us to a 'bigger' dressing room which easily fit the three of us. So in we go, and Mr. Manger calls someone over to 'watch the floor' while he helps in the dressing room. In we all go with armfuls of beautiful clothes to try on. Mr. Manager is trying to act 'professional and focused' as he sorts the items out, I'm winking at my friend as I take a seat, and my friend winks back as he starts to disrobe and rub his dick in his bikini briefs (he knew exactly what he was doing), licks his lips and runs his fingers through his wavy hair. He knows how sexy he is.
Mr. Manager finally turns around and sees my friend and his raging hard-on in his underwear, his sexy legs and beautiful smooth chest / torso. Poor guy starts fumbling his words and hands him some pants and a shirt, sweating it out as my friend starts to try on clothes (I admit, this was the first time I had seen him without clothes on, and he was a sight to behold).  Within minutes, Mr. Manager goes for my friend's waistband on his underwear and tugs it down. My friend's cock almost poked his eye out. Without missing a beat, my friend politely responds, "Before I let you taste that - what kind of a deal can you give me on all of this ?"  Mr. Manager says he could give him more than half off the jacket and pants, and throw in the socks, three shirts and three ties 'complimentary'. It was an incredible deal. I wink at my friend as I still sit off to the side, and he says "Let's do it."  Mr. Manager drops to his knees and starts sucking him off - to completion (I didn't join in, though my friend kept nodding me over to  join, but I enjoyed watching). Not a drop of cum was wasted.  Sure enough, we go to check out and it all costs my friend about 25% of what it should have for all he got at full price. Mr. Manager also throws in two packs of the underwear my friend was wearing, since he asked him in the dressing room if he could keep his.   And he got free shipping, too, so we didn't have to lug it all to our hotel and back home on the bus.  After dinner, we head back to the hotel and had the best night of our lives. Because of him, I now have a 'thing' for sexy Colombian escorts and masseurs that kind of remind me of him, and they're at the top of my list. 
Six and a half years later, I don't see him any more. He moved across country for a fantastic job (probably thanks to his 'suits' he wore on the interviews), and now lives with his girlfriend (yeah, he lives a straight life). We text each other every now and then, we connect on social media (my heavens, he's quite the specimen at nearly 30), but I haven't spent time in person with him since COVID hit and he moved. When texting, I end the conversation by asking if he has 'the suits' - which he does - and responds with a 'Best purchase I ever made and you know it !'. Says it still fits him perfectly, still has the shirts and ties and wears them to 'business events' outside of work. 

Pretty good word of mouth on here about this bottom.  😏
 
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This guy certainly is nicely hung, and I’m told he’s an excellent kisser.  😏

 
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I met him about a decade ago when I was living in Monterey and traveled up to San Jose. Back then he went by Ricky and Latinocruz. Search “411 on Latinocruz in San Jose” and you’ll find out more about him. I believe that he was around 30 back in 2015… so he hasn’t aged at all… lol

Wouldn't you let him in your bed?  

How is it I nearly missed a chance to post a bunch of ass shots??  I must be slowing down.
Keeping these PG13.   I guess…

I'm the opposite.
Physique is everything to me.
Black, white, Latino, Asian or Indian is all great...as long as he's fit.

Sexual adventurer that I am, I have so many stories. Problem is I forget which ones I have written about before. Let's try this one. My first job out of college was in Iran, (during the era of the Shah, before the Islamic Republic), when I was in my early 20s. I lived in a small provincial capital...probably about 20,000 people. The day I moved into my house, the doorbell rang, and it was two students. There was Farid, one of those stunningly beautiful boys we have all seen on countless TV newscasts...light olive skin, piercing dark eyes, black hair, long eyelashes...a real looker. Upper class city stock. His friend Salman was village stock...coarser facial details, dark swarthy look. Mr. Butch. Could have been a leather number in training if he lived here. They came in and we tried to talk in their high school English and my weak Farsi. They saw I had a stereo (newly purchased on a layover in Beruit) and said "Play the Beatles". (That's how long ago this was). Then they said, "Teach us the Twist." So we started dancing, ass to ass to ass, and of course it was blistering hot, so we soon took of our shirts. Then one said lets take off our belts. This was really odd. A few minutes later, he said, lets take off our trousers. Iranians wear layered pants...trousers on the outside, then pajama-like long underpants, and then boxer shorts. So I was in my boxers and they were in their pajama like pants. By this time I could see right where this was going. Me, 21 or22; them younger; me, a foreigner; an Islamic country. First day, in my house, with no window coverings! Well, judgement went out the window, and we were soon writhing on the floor naked. Soon Farid, the pretty boy, was on his back, legs in the air, spreading his cheeks. I grabbed some Nivea face cream, lubed up, and he took me like a champ. The next thing I knew, Salman was in my ass, and I was the white filling in the middle of an oreo. It was incredible on a whole bunch of levels, not the least of which I had prepared myself for two years of beating off and nothing else in this conservative country. Before they left that evening, we did it twice more. 
Fast forward to the next day, and the door bell rings, and it is another youth, Nader. Tall, thin, sophisticated, better English, in a white shirt and slacks. We talked as best we could, had tea, when out of the blue, he asks me, via sign language, if I had fucked Farid the day before. I shook my head NO. Why not, he said, everyone else does. At which point he is looking at my crotch, starts stroking his dick, and pulls me in for a deep kiss. This ended on my bedroll on the floor (furniture hadn't arrived yet), and him fucking me. Pure bliss. Well, not so pure. He had a beautifully developing body, with his torso dusted with teen-aged hair just starting to come in. Moslems are circumcised, and use a depilatory on their body hair. We fell asleep in each others arms. An hour later, the door bell rang and I could see it was Farid and Salman, who invited themselves in. I had Nader's shirt around my waist, Nader was laying on his back on the bedroll at full mast, and a great four-way ensued. 
It turned out that Farid and Salman were lovers, that Farid indeed was the town peg board, and that all three of them were part of what I can only describe as a roving orgy of young unattached men. In traditional Iran, men are kept away from women until marriage, so the guys are all doing each other. There were numerous parties, in someone or another's house, featuring the local rot gut vodka or rot gut beer, hashish, and cock and ass wall to wall. A well-known secret. The camel in the living room, if you will.
Enough for now. How about some other travel stories, guys?