KrisParr

More blessed to GIVE than to receive, so that’s me. Love to lick ‘em from head to toe and everything in between.

1) how many hands ? Right on the cock, left on the balls; 2) Lubed or dry? Sometimes dry, sometimes hand lotion; 3) clothed or nude ? Nude from waist down; 4) standing, lying down, kneeling ? Often in my reclining leather office chair; 5) butt play or no butt play ? Nope- only have two hands; 6) toys ? Don’t even own one; 7) audience, group or solo ? Does watching Chaturbate count? 8) porn playing or silence? Always porn 9) *new question* how often? More than I care to acknowledge, but a hella lot

Ah, it was on the American Gigolo album with Richard Gere on the cover.

Yes, https://postimage.org works great

“Call me,” Blondie

I thought most people fucked to Ravel’s “Bolero”, right?

Well said. One of my brothers wanted to be a doctor as far back as he can remember, and the other brother was hell-bent on becoming a lawyer in the same fashion. They both succeeded. I bounced around and around from one career type to another (although happy and successful) but if I had it to do over again, jeez, there are a dozen other things I’d like to try. I remember a career counselor telling me one time that my main problem was having “too many” interests. Duh.

Nashville - Ben Hill —- as my dentist cousin would say, “textbook teeth” - handsome dude.

I studied dance for about 15 years and competed in several ballroom competitions (and won two of them). Alas, my lovely partner left to pursue other interests and I got bogged down with a career and it all faded away. I really miss it now and then. Great fun, great exercise and met some amazing people through it.

The schwanz on the client is amazing. Good, clean fun all around. Oh yeah, I’d pay big bucks for this.

A couple of grandparents who thought my brothers and I were their stars and moon - spoiled us rotten and would bend the rules when our parents weren’t looking. We turned out fine.

initiated a “cold call” on a potential client. Two hours later, received a request for proposal which could be quite lucrative and fund my next vacation. Or pay for some hot stud. Or two.

Stolen from GQ news letter .... oh yeah ...

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, Sexus, Nexus and others turned my crank in college. Took a lit class where these were discussed in detail. First time I heard “normal” people say “fuck” and “cunt” without anyone giggling. So when my English teacher grandmother asked what I was reading, I was prepared with the usual Dickens, Longfellow, etc. “Hey Gran, let me read you a passage where this dude rams a candle up a girl’s twat ... it’s so well-written!”

Posted previously but worth repeating: Do you ever get up in the morning, look in the mirror and think “That can’t be accurate.”

Playing the Thanksgiving post-feast touch football game with my dad, two older brothers, and a slew of nephews. Thought I was gonna die. Aches, pains, limping, moaning, groaning, ass-dragging, you get the picture. My oldest brother gently whispered “either you’re more of a pussy than I realized or you’re just fucking old”. That was the impetus to lose a few more pounds and hit the gym a wee bit harder. Just wait‘ll next year, dammit.

Top row, center; front row, far right. Betcha’ ...

Holy shit - here’s another one - 20 minutes of that incredible body and dick ... the money shot at the end, when he jizzes on his buddy’s ass is spectacular, and then lapping it up is, well, ya’ gotta watch it. Probably won’t be posted very long, so enjoy while you can. https://gayforfans.com/video/giving-a-friend-a-massage-then-jerking-off-and-cumming-over-his-ass-reno-gold-gymnastkid589/

Uh, 34 waist, 38 inseam, and uh, hm, er, a 90 millimeter dick?

Thanks for posting. Sounds like a plan.

True confessions. I am an AARP member; it’s cheap and the discounts are very good. Details magazine? I was a subscriber for every issue: I even had a “Details” t-shirt that I wore all the time, especially to the gym. Loved that mag, oh hell, yes. Condé Nast replaced it with something else until the subs expired. That t-shirt actually facilitated a couple of fun encounters.

My parents send me their AARP mags when they’ve finished reading them. Good tip, thanks.

I’m a voracious reader, and slick magazines have always been a favorite. I’ve probably subscribed to Sports Illustrated, Men’s Health, Time, GQ, and others for decades. Just this week, the new issue of GQ arrived, all 88 pages, which is about half or less of what it used to be. Sure, I know mags are shrinking and everything is online, and I do more than my fair share of reading them in that manner. Anyhow, I must be getting old, fussy, or simply “unwoke”. Yeah, I know who Zendaya is. She’s talented, but cover-worthy of GQ? And the feature on Netflix star Noah Centineo was okay, but who-the-hell is he? Jimmy Butler’s write-up was probably the best, because, well, he is. But who the fuck are the Viagra Boys? Swedish punk rock ain’t on my current playlist, so I must be a dinosaur. I watch a little soccer when the NFL isn’t playing, but who is Christian Pulisic? The rest of the issue had a little bit of other stuff about “happiness” and hunting down a Rwandan criminal. That was it. Not one sniff and scratch cologne ad, either, thank you. Probably took all of 10 minutes to thumb through the pages and into the trash. On the other hand, the daily GQ newsletter I get online is far better than the print version. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m ready for the old man’s version- the current one must be for the hip dudes still in their 20s. Just sayin.

“Imposters” — its been available for some time. Dark comedy, was on Bravo originally. Good cast, especially Parker Young who plays a dumb jock- but oh, those eyes and hair, and muscles, and leather jacket ... and, and, and ... yeah, it’s pretty much a no-brainer on plot - Stephen Bishop (actor and former baseball player) is likewise easy on the eyes. Here’s Parker:

My grandmother gave me some wonderful advice when I graduated from college. She encouraged me to practice gratitude as if it were akin to breathing. And each day, it must become a way of life. So for some 30 years, I’ve written hundreds of cards, made dozens of phone calls every week or so to simply say “thank you” to the people in my life who’ve made me a better person. I could write a book (maybe some day) on how it’s changed me - almost as good as compound interest in a savings account. Next week‘s sermon is entitled ...