KrisParr

He has access to a dozen or so Maserati and BMWs that are 2-3 years old all around 50K which Is a tad less than what I paid for my Lexus. The Lambo he drove for a bit was $140K or thereabouts. The dude knows his shit, though, he’s like a walking Edmunds encyclopedia.

Not sure if this counts as a vicarious thrill, but here goes: So “hot dude” texts me and says he’ll be late – he’s with a client. Anyhow, he does show up at the pizza joint again next to the gym. We shoot the shit for a while, quaff a few beers and finally I just had to say something about the “discount offer”. His response was, “I was just messin’ with ya” and started laughing. But the evil grin and half-wink still overpowered what he was saying. Fuck. I’m more confused than ever. He changes the subject and we start talking about sports. He asks me when was the last time I saw the Braves play in person. (The stadium in not that far from us). I said, “like never” and again, got the smirky laugh. I left for a few minutes to take a piss and when I get back, he hands me his phone. It’s a confirmation from Stubhub for two dugout tickets to Friday night’s Braves-Dodgers game – like for $600 total. Holy mother … I said, “Damn” – and he says he hopes I have Friday night free. Tongue-tied again. I mumbled something like “hell yes” – and I’m shaking my head. Where is this going? So we finish the brews and head out to the cars (it was pushing midnight) and we’re standing in kind of in a dark place and we’re just talking and next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth. Didn’t last too long, but long enough to awake old one-eye. He pulls back and the only thing I can think of to say is, “Are we like dating now?” And he says, “what do you think?” and gets in his car and away he goes. Okay, let’s clarify – I am twenty years older than him, I’m not that attractive, though in damn good shape right now. He’s hot, he’s hip, he’s “with it” and I’m just your average 52 year old horny dude who’s been around the block many, many times. He said he has a quick trip to Macon for a couple of days but will be back late Thursday and we can work out details of our “date”. My brain can’t compute all this – but that’s where we are.

Thanks, gentlemen, for the kinds words of advice and the reactions. Update: so I went to the gym this morning as hot-dude was leaving. We had a quick chat with him saying, “You okay?” I muttered something like, yeah, sure and went on in. About 10 minutes later I got a text from him and he wants to know if we can meet for a drink later tonight. I replied that I’d love to, so we will see what unfolds. I’ve decided to pursue him and go with the flow. Will keep the thread updated if anything happens. Again, many thanks for the encouragement.

I know, I know. Keep telling myself, “is this really happening?” I’m as nervous as a school girl on a first date. My dad was forever saying, “no guts, no glory”. And speaking of Dad, he called yesterday and as a joke (more or less) always asks about my love life. My usual response: too fucking busy, and vice-versa.

Pre-pandemic, I hired escorts about once a month and had been doing so for a number of years. Today, it’s been exactly 18 months without any encounters. Yeah, I’m horny as hell. Up until a year ago, I was a regular at a gym where I had developed a bit of a friendship with another guy who came in almost everyday when I was there. We talked a lot about fitness, equipment, cars, food, sports and I really enjoyed his company. He’s about 32-ish, tall, extremely well-built, buzz cut, sort of resembles Beckham without the facial hair. What really was intriguing were the cars he drove - Lamborghini, BMW, Maserati among others. Turns out he’s a salesman for a luxury dealership and gets to drive them as advertising. That would explain the “dealer” tags on the cars. I don’t think he’s hurting for funds. But there’s just something about him that gets me turned on every time I see him - he is beyond sexy. So a month ago, I started going back to the gym, and sure enough, he shows up. We reconnect and since then I’ve seen him almost daily. If anything, he’s even more attractive. Yesterday, we played pickleball after our workout and went next door to a pizza joint for a few beers. I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about, but out of the clear blue he says, “so do you date women, or men, or both?” Holy shit. Did I just hear that? Before I could even process, I said, “both, and you?” (I lied.) He says, “what do you think?” Ok, so the cards are on the table and I said, “men, I hope.” So he starts laughing (a lot) and I am tongue-tied. Did I just fuck up? Then, he tells me he dates men and women for money. Not only does he sell fancy cars, he’s an escort on the very down-low. Seems like a couple of his really wealthy car customers also paid for other “services” and I’m stunned. He tells me a couple of quick stories and it’s a good thing we are seated, ‘cause my boner is at full-mast. It’s time to go, and as we get to the parking lot, he pauses and says, “think it over - I’d give you a nice discount” then winks at me, and leaves. That was Saturday. I didn’t go to the gym yesterday but will later today. Hell yeah, I’ve saved a bundle this past year, so money is not the issue. Never had anything like this happen. It could be a great thing or not. Thoughts, gentlemen? He is one hell of a salesman!

Dude, just name your price. Money is no object. Woof!

Our interests change over time, I think. When I first started hiring, I sought guys my own age and mostly went after the available ones in my area. Didn’t matter if they identified as gay or straight or even identified period. 25+ years later, I definitely have specific qualities, styles and characteristics in mind. Could be that I have more $$ to spend and can be more selective. Now that life is somewhat normal again, my “to do” list is ever-growing. Finally time to give my right arm a rest.

Loving this topic- in no particular order: Older brother’s strength and health or wrestling magazines Teen neighbor boy in his leather biker jacket who smoked Marlboro Locker room at swimming pool/club Jr. High football coach who looked like Rob Lowe’s twin - major crush First time reading “The Word” gay newspaper - it was free from downtown Indy newsstand Finding and hiding a Honcho magazine for a few years until it fell apart

No comparison - in a word: immaculate https://rentmen.eu/LiamV

https://rent.men/RAFAELALENCAR/ Apparently still working. 30 ***** reviews.

https://gayforfans.com/video/rafael-alencar-fucks-nate-stetson/ Rafael is still looking good - anyone hire him lately?

Interesting point. One of my long-time escorts was definitely gay, but a lousy kisser and was part of the reason I stopped hiring him. At the other end is a well known (98% straight) escort who is probably the best French-style smoochers I’ve ever encountered. So I’m not sure lip-locking skills can definitively point to orientation. I do remember Andrew Justice could make me “pop” simply by kissing- he was so good at everything.

Yeah, it’s not your grandfather’s SNL - some really hot dancers, erotic crotch shots and one dude with an amazing tongue licking on NAS’ neck - worth rewinding at least once.

Loving the new look and feel ... many, many thanks.

I don’t know if this qualifies. Several years ago, I moved to a new city. My apartment complex had a few basketball courts that were rarely used. I hired a local guy, and asked a few upfront questions. He said he had been a jock in high school and considered himself a decent ball player. I asked him to dress accordingly and come over for a little one-on-one. He showed up and was much hotter in person. So we shot hoops for about 10-15 minutes and I was ready to jump his bones, but he was more into wiping the court with me. We played at least other 20+ minutes and I finally told him enough was enough. I think he was probably 22 or so and I was pushing 40. So we went to my place, showered, and well, yeah, we fooled around. A lot. Really, a lot. I was exhausted.

At the very first sign of “something ain’t right” get the fuck outta there. I didn’t listen to my instincts one time and wound up being more or less held hostage by a masseur who was clearly unhinged. I had to enlist some old college wrestling moves to get out the door and ran like hell. That’s why our brain sends us little warning signals. You were damn lucky. Just sayin’

It’s almost Friday. True story: So I get an email this morning that an order from my mail order pharmacy, scheduled for delivery today (and requires a signature), would be delayed until tomorrow. That’s a problem since I’m going to be out of town. A few minutes later, I get a phone call (recorded message) with the same information, but if I want to reschedule, simply call this 800 number and they will be glad to deliver at a more convenient time. Cool. I call the number. Hello (computer voice) ... and the usual half dozen prompts to be sure it’s me. Finally, “how can I help you?” Reschedule delivery. No problem. Then a litany of my last 3 orders ... a plea for me to enroll in a medication packaging plan, and eventually it takes me to the main menu. I repeated, “reschedule delivery” “She” replied, would you like to hear your order history? Fuck no. Customer service. Do you mean, “representative?” Sure. Human comes on the line. I explain the whole situation. He tells me to call UPS. But YOU called ME with YOUR fucking phone number! Why didn’t you TELL me to call UPS in the first place? No response from human. So I ask, can you give me the number for UPS? I’m placed on hold, and eventually get the number. === Thank you for calling UPS (computer) Please enter a bunch of digits from your tracking number. Okay. “Your package is on the truck scheduled for delivery by 8 pm today” Wha?? Would you like to reschedule? Uh, hell, I don’t know. Just a reminder- your package requires a signature. Whatever. ======= 5pm - doorbell rings - my package, which supposedly requires a signature is on the doormat and the UPS driver is headed down the street and sort of waves. ======= Ah, technology. Ain’t it swell?

Easy. Notre Dame.

My left foot - After years of treatment including shots, icing, stretching, loads of PT, a 10 minute laparoscopic surgery fixed it for good. It was a last resort, but glad I did it. A year later it developed in the other foot. Didn’t wait - had another in/out surgery. That was 2 years ago - haven’t had any problems- I run, swim, bike, hike - all good so far.

Wow ... just wow

Nearly 100 five-star reviews, he’s the very best I’ve had the pleasure of hiring. Incredible. “98% straight” https://rent.men/LiamV/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3QTHm88O_k This guy has posted some hilarious stuff over the years about scams.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3QTHm88O_k This guy has posted some hilarious stuff over the years about scams.

Would definitely contribute if assured anonymity.