Scott Dixon

I'm cut, with just enough skin left to be able to pull some of it over the tip at times, and I've always been fascinated with the uncut--plus, a tad jealous. I first learned the difference at a very young age. My two closest playmates were neighbor boys, siblings only about a year apart in age. During playtime in the baby pool in our backyard, we started having a little show and tell, at which time I saw that their binkies were very different from mine and my daddy's. I didn't say anything to the other boys about it, but as soon as they left, I asked my mother what was "wrong" with them. She explained and I thought it sounded horrible! I couldn't get over the fact that the doctor had cut part of my penis off! When Daddy got home, I was crying and he did his best to comfort me. I eventually got over it and am happy with what I have; however, had the choice been mine, I'd've remained intact.

Thanks for asking. I've been masking, distancing, isolating since March. Even so, I was in the presence of a small group of people inside of a large auditorium; three of those people tested positive and told the rest of us, all of whom have tested negative and ramped up our protocols even more. One of the positives (an otherwise healthy and fit 40-something man) has been alternating good week/bad week for more than a month; another one has had no symptoms at all; and the third one (a 57-year-old with lupus) died of COVID within two weeks of testing positive. So I do feel fortunate and am taking no chances.

Thank you! I've been thinking of shaving my head, and now I just might!

You are a national treasure!

Yeah, I'd forgotten about this one. The way it starts cracks me up, with the "client" wearing sunglasses indoors and the "therapist" wearing those high-waisted jeans. They both look much better naked! The hottest part to me is the trickle of sweat coming from the "client's" right armpit as he is fucking the "therapist." For some reason, whenever I see that on a cute guy, I swoon.

My last massage was February 2. I've been tempted, too, especially by therapists contacting me with descriptions of their COVID protocols; however, with the uptick in Texas, I'm refraining. Until when, I cannot say. I just received my COVID results--negative, and I intend to stay that way.

I subscribed, too. Enjoying it!

In my experience, when their pictures are SO perfect, their service is going to lack.

I've done it both ways: left and stay/endured it. Before leaving, I've always paid something nominal like $20. I've always felt better about leaving after telling the truthful reason than staying and enduring it out of pity, desperation, or whatever. By the same token and off topic slightly, when I was about to sell my house in Dallas, I interviewed three top-producing sales agents from three top agencies. The second one to show up looked absolutely NOTHING like the picture on her Web site AND on her business card. I let her in anyway and within the first few minutes, she said, "This is certainly not MY style, but I can sell it." I said, "Ma'am, no you can't. You're not MY style because you cannot even accurately represent yourself. I can't imagine how you might lie in attempt to sell my house." Goodbye!

I've done it both ways: left and stay/endured it. Before leaving, I've always paid something nominal like $20. I've always felt better about leaving after telling the truthful reason than staying and enduring it out of pity, desperation, or whatever. By the same token and off topic slightly, when I was about to sell my house in Dallas, I interviewed three top-producing sales agents from three top agencies. The second one to show up looked absolutely NOTHING like the picture on her Web site AND on her business card. I let her in anyway and within the first few minutes, she said, "This is certainly not MY style, but I can sell it." I said, "Ma'am, no you can't. You're not MY style because you cannot even accurately represent yourself. I can't imagine how you might lie in attempt to sell my house." Goodbye!

Just do it.

Someone on here pointed me to Massage Peeks on OnlyFans and I subscribed. Sort of obscure and artsy, very raw, authentic, with often hot captioning. That and Master Chen, which can be interesting, although I think the clients know they're being recorded.

Yeah, the cameraman was a bit distracting; however, I thought it was much odder to have Sean Cody himself remain clothed and apparently not even erect, even though his "client" was touching him a lot. Still, these earlier Sean Cody videos are, for me, preferable to the ones of more recent years, which are SO PREDICTABLE and just boring.

Well, that was rather, um, anticlimactic!

And we have a yes! Amino, they are working and willing and they are observing safety protocols. I will PM you with their number!

I know a great couple (four-hand) in Corpus Christi. They come to Houston about once a month (in non-pandemic times) and I'm one of their regulars. They're excellent. I've texted them to see if they're working and willing to go to one of those towns. Stay tuned!

I subscribed as well and have enjoyed the videos. Something different!

OMG. My eyes didn't know where to go! I have to admit, I fast-forwarded through most of it. Mercy me!

I've been thinking about going to see a guy here in Houston, based on his pictures and narrative on MF. I have been corresponding with him. He says we both wear masks when I am face up; he wears a mask the entire time. When I am face down, the face cradle is covered with a disposable cover. The table is covered with a disposable sheet. Shower before and after. He says all touch points are sanitized/disinfected before and after. Very tempting. https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/39390/

They are archaic descriptors, in addition to being racist. They're considered as inappropriate as "hermaphrodite" in lieu of "intersex", for example.

That was hot. And the client looks like John-Boy Walton!

I'll send you a PM.

He doesn't advertise on MF anymore. That's where I initially found him. I still have his phone number, as texting was our primary form of communication. When I Google the number, a couple of different sites show up and they still reference his former address; however, I know he doesn't live there anymore. Not that I've driven by and "stalked" him; he lived in a casita behind a main house on a major thoroughfare. Easy to see on routine drives to my typical destinations. So, short answer: I don't know whether he's still in business or not.

OH, GOD YES!

For almost two years, I saw a guy here in Houston whose sessions followed this pattern: Upon my arrival, we would sit in his living room, where he would have waiting for me a bottle of water. We would sit and casually talk for a few minutes. The topics varied widely. He was shirtless at this point and might be wearing shorts, sweatpants, or just a towel. I will say he had an incredible lean, muscular body, long flowing black hair, and a killer smile with a charming gap between his two front teeth. Latin and ex-military. Next, we would go into his massage room. As he set the music and lit the candles, I usually stepped into the bathroom and peed, leaving the door open, as our conversation continued. I would emerge, disrobe, and he would tell me whether to lie face down or face up. Then he would remove his shorts, pants, or towel. He was a smallish guy, standing about 5'7", and proportionately endowed; cut, and with low-hanging balls. Very little body hair, but just enough. Every massage I received from him was different and there was always something unpredictable. He seemed to love introducing new techniques to me or letting me be his guinea pig. He was very strong and had excellent skills. He interspersed sensual and erotic elements throughout the therapeutic ones. Depending on the amount of time I had, the massage would last anywhere from 90 minutes to two hours or more. Happy endings were more like happy 75% of the way through, because after I climaxed, he would bring me down gently and tenderly to the point of pure bliss. Then he would go into the bathroom and turn on the shower as I laid on the table and waited until he told me it was ready. I would go into the bathroom, he would pull back the shower curtain and hold out his hand to help me step over the edge of the bathtub (no, I am not elderly, infirm, nor handicapped; this was just his style). And then he would step in behind me and close the curtain. He would shampoo and condition my hair, rinse it, then bathe me all over with a soft washcloth. He paid so much attention to my genitals and asshole that I would achieve another erection and often cum again. He invited mutual touching and I often brought him to erection, but never saw him cum. After my shower, he would hand me a big fresh towel and continue our conversation as I dried off and got dressed. We would always share a nice, affectionate hug before I paid him and left. He never once told me how much I owed him; he always just said, "What ever you feel like paying me. I enjoy this as much as I think and hope you do." So I'd pay him $120 to $150, depending on how long I'd been there. I usually didn't hear from him at all between sessions, but one evening he texted me saying he needed to buy a new washing machine and wondered if I might help him out by purchasing a package of three or four massages. So I agreed to this and bought three @ $150. The next day, I took him $450 cash and we set up three appointments spread out over the next eight weeks. This was going along fine and I had one remaining pre-paid massage. The morning of this appointment when I arrived at his house, where his car was parked under the carport as usual, he did not answer the door. The door was also locked, which was not usually the case. I texted him. Nothing. I called. Voicemail. I waited in my car. I drove around the corner and filled up with gasoline. Texted again. Called again. Nothing. I went to my remote office and emailed him. I drove back over to his house. Status quo. So I went back to my home office and proceeded with my work day. A few hours later, he texted me, apologizing, saying he had overslept because he'd fallen off a step ladder the day before and injured himself and had taken some pain pills that knocked him out. I said OMG, I was so sorry to hear this, hoped he was okay, suggested he might go have an X-ray, and that I wished he had told me about his accident and we could have rescheduled because I had spent a couple of hours wondering, messaging, hanging around his part of town thinking I might hear from him. Well, he didn't like that at all and proceeded to tell me what a dick I was for thinking only of myself. He said I could redeem my third pre-paid massage but that would be my last and we would part as friends. Then, no, he said, you are a total jerk and I gave you more attention than any other client EVER, so fuck you, you arrogant asshole. I was simply floored. It's now been one year. Interim research about this guy revealed that he did indeed serve in the Navy, was honorably discharged, and suffered PTSD. I have not had a better overall massage experience with anyone else before or since, and I have thought about reconnecting with him. I certainly do miss all that was good about him! So, yes, I have had a shower with a masseur.