KrisParr

Andrew Justice = 10+ stars

I learned this at summer camp. Use a somewhat ripe banana. Take the opposite end from the “handle” and cut off about an inch or two. Roll the banana around with your hands to warm it up and gently squeeze out the fruit. And consume, of course. insert throbbing member into empty banana sheath. You can figure out the rest. I was highly skeptical at first. Not so much after I tried it. Many times.

Either that or some amazing photo enhancement

I probably went through an entire box of tissues once a month while growing up. Mom thought I had chronic sinus problems because the bathroom trash can needed emptying quite often. Nasal mucus and cum look alike.

It’s a Vanson Rock & Roll CCW model. The Vanson Rock & Roll leather jacket a classic favorite of riders and rockers alike. A rugged look with durable details and hand-built craftsmanship that can only be a Vanson. American made to last a lifetime. Timeless period features such as the leather-lined ignition key pocket on the left sleeve and a leather lined concealed carry gun pocket built in to the inside facing, this pocket can be ordered for either right or left hand draw.

No, it’s not me, but yes, I own the exact same jacket. And I have lots of white t-shirts.

And episode 3 of the new season has him stripped down to his briefs swimming in the ocean. Hot damn! He’s bigger than ever. In a good way. Woof.

His ‘X” account is dead and so is his website; odd.

Look like Brad Pitt, ten years ago; be on the island on Antigua about now, and having mind-blowing sex with Alan Ritchson (third season of “Reacher” available tomorrow). Check out Ritchson’s feature article GQ. Sigh.

My tongue could get lost in that bush and never come out. Magnificent!

Those nips … damn!

So damn cute! In a heartbeat …

Agree. But those tight white pants on the Eagles were boner-worthy. Woof.

Seriously? This many posts without mentioning Bolero? Or O Fortuna! Libertango!

My “go to” masseur guy always met me at the door in a jock, a smile, and a long, deep throat kiss. Bam! Every fucking time.

One incredibly handsome escort lived nearby me several years ago. I almost went bankrupt over him. He’s fairly well-known. He moved and so did I. We hooked up about a year later. In my view, he had all but ruined his impeccable skin/body with poorly designed tattoos. He admitted the judgement error and was welcoming donations to have them removed. Since the donation wasn’t tax-deductible, I politely declined on the advice of my accountant.

There’s a “X” site titled, I Like It Huge, and a similarly named web site. Both feature men with enormous male members. Ahem. I guess I’ve been away from social media too long. Anyhow, do you know of any current providers who may be featured on these sites? I guess in my latter-middle-aged years, I’m finding a fascination for this sort of thing. Also found under https://x.com/MikeBigger12 Kind regards,

“hey, what’s up?” ‘Wanna grab some lunch?” “My parents aren’t home right now” “ok, let’s order door-dash. So, you wanna play some video games?” “Hell yeah ..” “come on in”

And he has an absolutely perfect ass. Check out his link on RM to his “X” account. Stunning.

Thank you, sir. In a word, you nailed it: bingo. Single guy, attending a concert with mom, and the evil, sly grin that I perfected over the years. And being totally stereotypical, oboe players aren’t famous for their jock/masculine prowess.

My mother is an avid chamber orchestra fan. My dad,not so much. This was at least 10 years ago. So she invites me to a concert at a major university and its well-known music school. After the concert, we’re invited to a meet and greet. The oboe player was so utterly handsome, I thought I’d been transported to Hollywood. Simply stunning and his tuxedo fit perfectly. For whatever reason, our eyes locked and we started chatting. Soon discovered we had a similar interest in a couple of video games. I suggested perhaps we grab a drink some evening and play some Destiny or whatever. And so we did, at his place. He was getting his doctorate in oboe performance, but he was definitely not a starving grad student. Grandmother was funding the boy. Long story short, we “dated” for about 3 months and the sex was “the best” ever. He was relentless, insatiable and even though I was in my early 40s and in damn fine shape, he was wearing me out. He eventually finished his degree and moved on. I tracked him down a few years ago and discovered he’s married and he and hubby have two children and he teaches and plays in a major orchestra. Fond, fond memories. Woodwind players have great embouchers.i still think of him often in the realm of my mental spank bank.

Indeed. That’s the best way. I have a couple of “to go” bags with gear/accessories depending on my mood and the provider. They are typically impressed when I arrive fully prepared. And yes, gifting works, too, once you’ve established a relationship. I have had great fun taking a dude shopping - especially for leather.

His “x” account has one photo of an engorged member. But some turn-off vibes as well.

Still doesn’t work for me, either. Bummer.

Dude with the backward ball cap - name your price; money is no fucking object.