Scott Dixon

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.

Yes. And see, that's the kind of thing that compels me to want to help them do a better job of saying what they mean.

Exactly. Many of them aren't, and they are some of the ones I've helped develop clarity in their ads. I used to write college curricula for ESOL classes.

Here's an example of a RM provider who needs some editorial assistance with his ad copy: New handsome boy I have 3 years experience as a massage therapist so I will know how to work with you. Consider yourself in good hands with me. In Sports, Relax and Deep Tissue Massage. So unless specified, always use firm touch and some good stretching. I can work at the table or in bed. I know how to work for the comfort of massage.

I don't know whether it's "a thing" or not; however, just in the course of conversation with some of these guys--once I've seen them a time or two and we've become somewhat familiar--I've mentioned my profession and offered to edit or even write copy for their ad(s) and Web site(s), if they have the latter. The best of these deals lasted for two years. The masseur had terrific skills and also offered "manscaping," at which he was superb. He was hot as a firecracker, too. I wound up creating a new resume for him and it helped him land a new job in the oil-and-gas industry. Fortunate for him and unfortunate for me!

I agree with all the above and would add: 1. A pleasant, friendly, welcoming facial expression. No duck lips, bad boy snarl, or anything that "tries too hard." 2. To compliment the compelling photos, I want to read text that is clear and concise with correct grammar and spelling. Granted, I'm an editor (and have done some good bartering for massages in exchange for writing/editing masseurs' ads) and perhaps pickier than most about this part of an ad; however, with all the technology available, it isn't that hard to string together a few comprehensible sentences.

That was a nice way to start my morning! Thank you.

Barbara Walters in an elevator in NYC. Molly Ivins in an elevator in DC. Bill Clinton at a campaign rally in Atlanta. Barbara Mandrell at a concert in Nashville. Eudora Welty at a writers' conference in Birmingham, AL. Joe Lieberman at a campaign rally in Santa Fe. George Wallace at the Governor's Mansion in Montgomery, AL. Cornelia Wallace at a book signing in my (also her) hometown of Elba, AL. Dixie Carter at a book signing in Atlanta. Greg Lougainis at a book signing in Atlanta. Bear Bryant at a book signing in Montgomery, AL. Dolly Parton before her concert at my college alma mater in AL. Chely Wright at her concert in Houston (where she invited me to sing with her on stage). Shirley MacLaine in the grocery store in Santa Fe. Val Kilmer at a soiree in Santa Fe. (He was drunk as a boiled owl and reeked of body odor!) Del Shores when he came to Houston for a Q&A after a production of "Sordid Lives" in which I played Brother Boy. Donald Trump at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta. (Well, I didn't actually MEET him, but I did spill a cappuccino down his back )

Someone recently endorsed a Corbin Fisher locker room massage video. I cannot find it on PH. Does anyone have a link? TIA!

Yes, VERY sensual! I would not have been able to contain myself.

I'm preferring RM over MF.

I've been taking two four-mile walks around my neighborhood every day, doing as much other walking as possible, lifting anything and everything that's heavy, including large plastic bins full of things I no longer need as I clean out closets! I've also been doing some of the exercises on my LA Fitness app and others posted as memes on Facebook by Orangetheory. And yesterday, I was granted access to the tiny, antiquated, but completely functional private gym located inside an office building whose employees have been teleworking for two weeks! I wiped down the equipment I used with Clorox wipes before and after using them. This generous person has agreed to let me in there early in the mornings three days a week until the curve flattens. I cannot tell you how great it felt to use those old machines and free weights!

Has anyone experienced this one: https://rentmasseur.com/PierreMasseur

I am really enjoying these stories! I have given (and received) a good many free massages through the Massage Exchange site--some not remarkable and some, well, hot. Like this one guy last week. He's in his 30s and I just turned 63. He's married, curious, likes older men. He said he had a massage table and his wife is a nurse who works in the evenings. He said he had no experience giving massage and had only received three or four times, so would I mind just giving him a massage so he could learn? I said sure. We exchanged some photos, beginning with vanilla ones and then one each nude. He was beefy, hairy-chested, football player type with 8" and cute in the face with a short-cropped beard and flattop haircut. He directed me to the major intersection nearest his neighborhood. I parked at a large, well lighted gas station and texted him. In a few minutes, he pulled up and let down his window, smiling. He asked if I wanted to ride with him or drive my own car. I chose to drive myself, and he was concerned what the neighbors would think of a strange car in his driveway. I said I would park down the street and walk, but when we arrived, he said, "Aw fuck it, you can park in the driveway." Inside his brand-new house that they had obviously just moved into, he took me into his massage room, with one of the nicest massage tables I've ever seen. Then he went to get bottled water for each of us. Meanwhile, I stripped down to my underwear. He came in, stripped naked, and laid face down on the table. Before he did, I saw that nice, fat cock. He had told me beforehand that a couple of the massages he had received were way more sensual/erotic than therapeutic, and he was okay with those elements but really wanted a serious massage, too. I told him the same is my preference and that I would give him my best. Started with his head, neck, shoulders, and upper back. Then went to his lower back, which he had called out as bothersome, grazed his beautiful hairy butt, then went to his other trouble spot, his hamstrings. Worked his inner thighs and grazed his perineum and scrotum. Then calves, feet, stretching, putting the legs in a frog position, and circling his groin one side at a time with my hand and forearm, grazing his genitalia. Then I ran the side of my hand inside his crack. He moaned and shifted a bit. I tickled his big balls. Then I repeated all the above, but at a quicker pace. He was talking a lot of the time, just sort of telling me his story. He had indeed been a football player in Alabama, my home state. I checked in with him frequently about pressure, etc., and he said it was feeling great. I invited him to turn over. I started with neck and shoulders, worked down to chest, grazed the groin area, then went to quads and inner thighs again, grazing his balls. Then calves, shins, and a thorough foot massage. Gliding back up toward his head with some long strokes, I wound up beside his head and he invited me to take off my shorts. I did, and I was semi-hard and leaking. He giggled. Then he asked me to massage his face. As I worked on his temples, forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks, his fat cock began to stand up and twitch. What an interesting erogenous zone. So I continued to massage his face with one hand and then his chest and nipples with the other. Then I moved down to his belly and touched everything except his penis. It was standing straight up and so was mine. He turned his head and stared at my cock. It was leaking a long stream, and I started to wipe it with a towel, but he said, "No...it's okay...and you can let it touch me...it's okay..." So I moved to the top of his head and leaned over his torso, teasing his cock and rubbing his chest, belly, and beautiful hairy armpits. I sensed that my cock was lying across his face and he was not moving. Then I felt moisture. I looked down and he was licking, very lightly, the underside of my cock and scrotum. Just a little. So I leaned forward and barely touched my tongue to the tip of his penis. We were in 69 position, but didn't go there. I put my feet back on the floor and he fully licked the underside of my cock, whereupon I ejaculated what must've been half a cup onto his beard and neck. Then I proceeded to masturbate him and he took just the tip of my penis into his mouth. He came in long, ropy streams, and said, "Well, that's the first time I ever did that!" I took a towel and wiped him off down there, then when I headed for his face, he said no, and rubbed it into his beard and neck and then licked his fingers! I cleaned off, we dressed, hugged, and he said, "That was great. Let's do it again." Before I was halfway home, he had texted me telling me how hot it was, how good looking I am, and how we must repeat it soon. Looking forward to that!

Count your blessings. He is quite unremarkable.

Thanks, Scot3017, for that helpful review. I've been seeing his ads off and on for several years, even though his ad says he has only two years of experience. Some of those pictures have been around for years, especially the no-face ones. At least he's showing his face now.

Yes, many. He's delightful.

Same for me in Houston.