KrisParr

Flattery will get you most anything. 😎

You must write a book and share it with us. Illustrated, of course.

The hazing was mostly of the “servitude” variety - polishing shoes, ironing shirts, carrying books. For some reason, I was targeted with frozen orange juice cans slipped into my bed in the middle of the night and using a salt shaker that really had sugar in it- silly stuff. But one time, I pissed off the wrong brother, and spent an hour on the lawn of the house, in full camouflage armed with an unloaded BB gun, on the ground, with my head under a folding chair, “shooting” at students as they passed by. And a yard sign encouraging the observers to toss coins in a bucket for charity. I still have photos.

Yes, great experience- still in touch with several brothers; I was not out yet and it was a struggle, especially my senior year. I had a huge crush on my roommate but managed to suppress it. We were really focused on academics and not as much craziness as others. At our 20th reunion, I took my then-BF along and admittedly there were a few eyebrows raised - and one of our major-jock dudes showed up with his husband, so it didn’t really matter all that much. Do it again? Probably not - very expensive.

Wow - had forgotten EL - my older brothers bathed in it - had a big wooden knob on top

How in the world did you miss L’eau D’Issey? What a trip down memory lane!

I hate to be crude, but I’ve often run into the masseur needing a shower. Rubbing and tugging can work up a sweat and it doesn’t take too long to ripen. So perhaps a hygiene rating? Daisy fresh to aged garlic?

I bought a king SN about 10 years ago. And yes, I’ve shared it on numerous occasions with someone. I mostly kept it this long because I paid a gazillion dollars for it. It’s just “okay” — yes the adjustment is nice, but I can’t tell a 95 from a 35. Customer reviews are as diverse as one can imagine- for every fully satisfied customer there’s one ready to junk it. Buy again? Nope.

I live between Marietta and Roswell. I would agree that perhaps a little closer to midtown may be nicer and gayer. Check this out https://discoveratlanta.com/explore/lgbt/neighborhoods/

Unless it’s really kinky stuff, eBay still works.

I found his photographer https://www.instagram.com/drakarium.photography/?hl=en

Oh hell, yes!

Just about anyone named Ryan.

Back in the late 90s, in a large Midwestern city, there was a monthly ad in a local gay-newspaper with a phone number in the “escorts” section. When called, the “operator” would simply answer with “good evening, how may I help you.” After some very carefully worded back-and-forth Q&A, the operator would list a menu of available men with first names only. The caller would select one and set up an appointment. Then the caller would have to hang up and wait for a call back. I assume they were doing some sort of checking. Anyhow, once the call came back through, the client would get a time and address, and you can figure out the rest. Let’s just say I eventually qualified for a frequent-shopper-discount. Those were the days, my friends - never disappointed. They were all college age, obviously in need of financial support.

That is one impressive hunk. Now if we can just get the personality and attitude to match.

I am doing very well, thank you. It was necessary to end the thread because HD and I parted ways. I’ve not seen or heard from him which is fine. Life goes on.

Early in his “career” he was more appealing and is impressively endowed. But this? Wow, sad.

https://gayforfans.com/video/fooling-around-with-an-older-guy-reno-gold-bremenfitness/ That’s my kind of “older guy” for sure. Damn ….

https://rent.men/LiamV Outstanding.

Reality check. I called Ted, a good friend, yesterday, who lives about 2 hours away, and we met for dinner last night. He and I taught together years ago in another state and he went on to be a tenured professor in Georgia which was cool when I moved. Anyhow, we’ve stayed in fairly close contact and I value his pragmatic approach to life. He’s also aware of my predilections and he has some as well, of a much different nature. Anyhow, I decided to let him read my posts, which was highly entertaining. Words like, “holy fuck”, “bullshit”, “no fucking way”, “damn”, and about a dozen “OMG” came out at various points. And it went something like this - pretty close, but of course with some editorial liberty: T-You need to get the hell away from this guy. K-Why? T-He’s fucking with you and you’re thinking with your goddamn dick K-Possibly. Want to see his picture? (And I bring up HD’s auto dealer website) He’s beyond hot. T-When’s the last time you saw your shrink? K-Screw you. T-Seriously, this is so wrong. He’s a nut case. Why would you want to get involved with someone who’s a pimp, which I don’t believe. And all the mystery of not telling you where he lives, and carrying two phones. And offering to sell you sex and turn around and …. Coke, meth, Molly? K-I get it. Stop. T-No, you need to stop. He’s been stalking you. Think about it. How many other guys at the gym does he talk to or hang out with? K-Dunno. T-Exactly. You ever heard of mid-life crisis? K-No, grandpa, tell me about it. T-You are such a … K-Sorry - go on. T-You need to break it off. But not too fast. I really think there’s something wrong with him, and you don’t want to be a victim, and again, this could hurt you. K-How? T-Did you ever talk about STI’s? HIV? Is he on drugs? Did you use condoms? K-Seriously? I don’t even know where to go with that. I’ve hooked up for years and you know it. T-And I assume you’ve always been safe or at least knew what you were sticking it into. — long pause— You’re in love with this guy, aren’t you? K-Possibly. T-He’s not. Because people who are in love don’t treat each other like this. They are honest and open and there aren’t any secrets and they don’t ask for money to fuck and offer discounts and… and … K-Shit. T-Take some time off. Cut back your gym time - go to a different gym. If he texts, water down your replies, or ignore half of them. If he asks you out, you’re busy. I guarantee it won’t be long and he’ll find someone else. You’re just one of many. K-How do I break the news to my cock? T-You know, I wouldn’t normally say this, but you might think about getting a massage, or even, you know … get laid .. watch porn (laughing) K-I know, I know. Letting someone else “get a grip” on things T-And you need to let me know what’s going on - this really is not a good thing; I think COVID really fucked you up and he took advantage of you. Who kissed who first? Who grabbed who’s ass? Who sucked who’s cock first? Shall I go on? Man, he initiated everything! Every fucking time! Get it? K-Okay. I got a lot to process. T-No you don’t. It’s damn straight - cut it out. Now. There wasn’t too much more. We changed the subject a lot, and then kind of rehashed everything. Ted is an amazing guy. He’s been very successful, has a nice family and is one of the most level headed people I know, which is why I called him. His first wife died about 5 years ago, and we were really close during all that. He has a new partner, and I don’t know her very well, but Ted has always been there for me. Anyhow, it was good to catch up, and I rehearsed our chat all the way back home. Thinking.

Gentlemen, your responses are amazing, diverse as hell, and very much appreciated - you have no idea. I am in awe of your perception and kindness. I have had wonderful life experiences, but anyone can fuck up at any age. So, thank you for the advice. Allow me to reply on a few things: Overthinking it. Can’t stop; I am an analyst. I was taking lawn mowers apart when I was 8 and successfully putting them back together. I debugged software in college for fun and profit. Brain rarely shuts off. But, point well-taken. His side business is real. I saw way too many text messages. And it didn’t dawn on me before, but he is constantly on his phone. I always assumed it was car clients, until I discovered he has two phones. And I really don’t care. The gif of the car salesman had me rolling on the floor. Perfect. Yes, HD knows I hired escorts. And I fucked up on that one, big time. Somewhere along the line, pre-pandemic, we both made some comment about a hot guy at the gym. It was obvious we had a “thing” for the eye candy. I can’t remember the conversation, but I probably said something like wondering what his “price” would be. Totally inappropriate, but I said it. And as I recall, we talked a little about the RM site, and hiring massage. It was just random banter, but I didn’t hide anything. He never asked for details and I didn’t offer. And if I ever shared just how many, it would probably scare both of us. Suffice to say, at least every 4-5 weeks for a long time. Bag me or bang me? Shit, I don’t remember- yeah, it does indeed have different connotations. We worked out today, and kept the chatter light and breezy. He said he had a couple of car/sales appointments lined up today and tomorrow. And I’ve got a shitload of work to catch up. But … we had a little serious talk in the parking lot. Something like this: H-You okay? K-Cool. H-You still need time? K-Yes. And then (here it comes again) an arm punch. Toothy grin and a little shoulder pinch. That’s it. And gents, I think that’s it for a while. It’s time for some additional down time, cooling of the jets, and more reflection. As the Beastie Boys say, peace out.

Loving the comments - thanks. Some quick responses Have spent many hours on the therapy couch; the 3 relationships were short, and I take equal responsibility; two of them were BPD, and I knew better, but that’s another story. Lesbian-level drama? LOL - wasn’t that way until a week ago. Yeah, completely agree - not normally my thing. Fuck-buddy arrangement? Yep, that’s probably what’s going to happen. I’ve had some in the past, and I’m okay with it. It’s when the heart gets involved - again, falling in love with your FB is a problem. Like 3 times, get it? I’m a slow learner. Big difference - right now I’m in lust. Got a good morning text. Meeting at gym at noon. Day at a time.

The continuing saga ... I apologize for any typos or missing words. I’m doing most of this as speech-to-text and and it gets hard to edit after a while. I honestly can’t remember what we talked about where the last post ended, but it wasn’t much. The server must have been antsy for us to leave, so we decided to skip dessert. We teased him maybe a little too much. HD asked him what time he got off work. College-age and I think he started to take us seriously for a second. Blame it on the alcohol. We arrived back at the gym - about a 2 minute trek - and HD parks in the back corner of the lot. The gym is a stand-alone building, with a long chain link fence all across the back and there’s a line of trees along the fence on the other side. Even though there are security lights, there are some dark spaces, plus the Jeep’s windows are almost solid black. He turns off the engine. Heart pounding. And before I could say anything, there’s that tongue again. We kiss for a long time. I mean, a fucking long time. I am rock hard. K-We really need to stop. The gym is still open and there are people around. H-Fuck em. And then he starts tugging at my crotch. And reaches under the top of my pants. So I push the seat back and I tell him again we need to stop. But by that time, I’m past the point, and with a few more strokes, I shoot. Holy fuck. I am breathing so damn hard. H-Dude, you okay? And we both start laughing again. He’s got cum on his hand, on my pants, my shirt, hell, it’s everywhere. I find some napkins and again we can’t stop giggling like two teenagers. If you want to skip the next naughty part, I’m okay with that, otherwise, read on. H-My turn? He brings up some Jay-Z. He pushes his seat way back and makes it almost flat. The console isn’t too restrictive, but I have to sort of lean way over ... and, omg, he’s dripping. I can see it even in the dark. I wasn’t the only one suffering from premature you-know-what, because in a couple of minutes I was treated to a cream-filled dessert. Delicious. Every. Last. Drop. Not sure who was more satisfied, him or me, or both. We returned to our locked and upright positions. H-Damn, dude. K-Damn, dude, yourself. H-Now what? K-I have no fucking idea. Silence. H-You want to go lift? Shoot some hoops? K-I told you after sex, I want to sleep. H-Kiss goodnight? And so we do. Warm, sweet, salty. K-I need some time. You? H-How much? K-Not much. And with that, I got in my car. He blinked his lights and we drove off. I got a text about 10 minutes later. “sweet dreams, stud”. I got it the shower back at my place. I start thinking about the evening and I get hard. Again. Jerking off in the shower is one of life’s simple pleasures. I slept well.

Vikume II, Book 4, Chapter 7, verses 11-46 This may be a record for the number of posts to a thread. But you asked. HD arrived on time and I opted not to walk as it was rainy. He smelled so good - Eros by Versace. Sigh. So we headed out 500 feet to the light, turned left and parked. LOL - I got him. Turns out he had never been to the restaurant; score. Snagged a booth, ordered drinks (cute server) and the fun begins. HD makes small talk, asks about my week. He segues into memories of the “date” and I can’t tell where he is taking this. Here’s my recollection- may not be exact, but close. “H” = HD, “K” = me. K-What did you enjoy most about our (air quotes) experience? H-Great question (long pause; I can wait, trust me) Just being with you, I guess, what about you? K-Same. (Another long pause; getting a little awkward) That’s really sweet. H-Yes, I am (we both laugh). K-I want to revisit a couple of things, you okay with that? H-Go for it. K-We messed around at the gym for months and you never once asked me to do anything at all. Not even spot you or play ball or grab some food, or ... or ... H-True. K-So what exactly happened that made you ask me to play pickleball? And then get a beer? H-(Long pause, takes a drink, sighs) Fuck. K-Yeah, fuck. H-I already told you. K-Tell me again. Please. H-I saw you as a guy who might be interested in an “experience”. K-Whatever gave you that idea? H-Because you appeared to be very well off (not true) and you had never mentioned a husband, wife, or BF or GF, you never talked about dates, or any shit about your personal life ... K-Because it’s not your fucking business (okay, I’m getting a little hot at this point) H-Sorry. (Another drink, another excruciating pause) ++ server shows up to take order - HD looks at me, with the server standing by and says, “so, dad, what are you going to have? Trying not to miss a beat I say, “gee, son, I don’t know - this is gonna be tough for you to stay on your weight watcher diet. HD mutters, “asshole” - server looks very confused, takes order and leaves ++ K-Look, I sort of get it, and I’m a little flattered, but a little pissed at the same time. I’m not begging for dates, or one-nighters. Did you really think I was that needy? H-I don’t have any more words right now. (Looks at me directly, stretches out his hand and we touch lightly.) I am so fucking sorry, I really am. Can we talk about something else? K-Sure, the Braves swept the series. Fuck the Dodgers. (HD laughs so hard, he spews a little drink and then we both really laugh). Asshole. H-Back at ya. ++ I’ve probably left out some things, but so far, this is what I mostly remember; at this point the appetizers arrive, and we start eating, and I ask how’s his business, and we shoot the shit for a while to ease up++ K-Why did you dump out all that made-up crap about hiring me? That’s the most fucked up thing - just how high were you? (HD drops his head, shaking side to side and won’t look up for a minute). H-You think I’m crazy, right? K-Uh, not quite certifiable, but damn close. H-I don’t know where to start (exhales big time, takes a drink and signals server for another) K-I’m not going anywhere. H-Okay. Like I said, I saw you as a possible client and a lot of times in the past, I would invite a guy to have an “experience” at a discounted rate, kind of like a test drive. So I bought the tickets and honest-to-god, I had the words in my mouth to quote you a “fee” and I just couldn’t. K-Couldn’t what? And did you fuck all of them? H-Will you shut the fuck up? When I showed you the tickets, the look on your face was amazing and I didn’t have the heart ... K-Or balls ... H-to go through with it. K-But, you said you’d offer me a discount! And you didn’t answer my question. H-I know, I know - it was a stupid attempt to fix it. So I thought, what the hell, we can have a lot of fun, he’s a great guy, I need a night off, and yeah, he’s fuckable. Okay? And it’s none of your damn business. K-Fine. Believe it or not, I think I’m with you so far. But let’s get back to the hiring me bit, okay? Bat-shit, dude, BS. H-To refresh your aging memory (!) when I brought it up, and yes, it was pure BS, I was wasted, high, and had just fucked a guy who I’d wanted to bag for a long time. I felt bad about all the mixed messages. You have a delicious ass. K-What mixed messages? (Did he say “a long time”?) and thank you. H-So let me ask you - why did you get a room? Why did you buy me a jersey? K-Because I thought we were on a goddam date! H-We were! K-We were until you said you wanted to hire my delicious ass and be my pimp. ++ getting a little heated again - HD heads off to piss ++ He comes back, and the food arrives. More small talk, more drinks, more dancing around the elephant that’s sitting with us. H-So, where are we? K-Having dinner. H-Pig fucker. K-I’m half-Jew, remember? I’m highly offended. (And we both laugh). You know, I’m not sure. Where do you think we are? And don’t say having dinner. H-Seriously? K-Yup. H-What’s the chance of rewinding, cutting out the shitty parts, and focusing on the fun we had. You appeared to have a good time — a little bit, right? K-That’s a fair statement. I don’t know. H-What? K-Look, I’ve been in three relationships and each one fell apart, and I can honestly say it wasn’t even close to my fault. I just picked three really hot guys who all had the personality and depth of a file cabinet. I don’t want to ever go down that road again. H-Whoa. Who said anything about ... K-Sorry, sorry ... forget what I just said. H-What will it take to move ahead? Like friends? K-Like friends? With benefits? Good question. Maybe nothing. Let me ask you something. For all I know, you’re married, or in a relationship or ... H-None of the above. K-Are you dating anyone? H-Are you still hiring escorts? K-No, at least not now. H-Same answer. ++server arrives with refills, yada-yada, and it breaks the mood for a bit++ ——— Okay, that’s about all I can piece together. There’s more. I’ve read, and re-read and edited and added, deleted so fucking much ... the old memory bank is overheating so I need a break. Later.

From my June 3 post: I am taking some wise counsel and doing a wee bit of background checking before I go too far. He appears to be legit in everything he’s told me, I.e. his alma mater, fraternity, and even some reviews from satisfied auto purchasers. I still have some connections in the judicial system, but I don’t want to cross any ethical bounds. —— Appreciate your concern, truly. I’ve been through a lot of self-defense training over the years, and while I’m no expert, I think I could do okay if needed. I’m not worried about anything physical, I just don’t want to get into something that would be confrontational. We tease the hell out of each other at the gym and some of it has been a little rough. I’ve never seen even a hint of anything that would suggest a problem. He really is a sweet guy, probably more mushy than I am all around. Several people have asked privately what he’s like - personality. The closest I can come to is a more energetic “Jim/John Krasinski” from The Office. Always smiling, just more open, funny, guy you want to go have a beer with and suck his dick.