KrisParr

Carl is mighty fine lookin’ and the Mrs. has some impressive ta-ta’s for sure.

I really enjoyed it. The finale had some nice kissing scenes; very sweet, tender. Great acting by the young’uns. The music was awesome.

I wonder if his bulge gets in the way when he tries to punt?

From the Information Super Highway: Underneath the singlet, wrestlers can wear nothing, a jockstrap, compression shorts, or regular briefs. A jockstrap used to be required for youth, high school and college levels. ... Because of this change, as well as a change in trends, jockstrap use has sharply declined in wrestling.

Google is our friend. Enter: Where was The Queen's Gambit filmed? And you’ll get a complete rundown: The US Open held in the Hotel Mariposa in Las Vegas is the Palais am Funkturm building of the Messe Berlin. Build in the 1950s, this large exhibition complex is located in the Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf district of the city. The entrance, shot from the interior Summer Garden side, was modified via digital effects adding palm trees and a new building.

Great series - binged it - chess fan here; well done, great acting, decent storyline; couple of hotties here and there; the house where a lot of scenes take place looked just like my grandmother’s, complete with the grand piano and wall phone in the kitchen.

The rimming was so hot - especially while he continued to massage the client‘s back and cheeks; and the pit eating/licking blew me away - wow - definitely my kind of relaxin ?

I once showed up for an appointment with an escort, who was running late. He texted me to just wait in the parking lot next to his condo and he’d be right there. In a minute or two, this car comes zipping into a space not far from me. Hot dude in a jacket and tie jumps out. I get out and start following him - yep, it was “my” date. Smoking hot, hell yes. The next time, he was already home and met me at the door wearing just a smile. From one extreme to the other - loved ‘em both.

Great graphic! Yeah, I did wonder about that. I just left.

Or at the end, if he says, “Are there any areas I missed?” It happened to me, once.

Many years ago, I was a probation officer. Good pay, long hours, learned a lot. Didn’t hire at all during this time, but I did have several hookups when I was out of town. My badge was in a flip-over leather holder. Met a guy at a bar, went back to his place. As we‘re ripping each other’s clothes off, my badge fell on the floor and of course, it opened. The guy absolutely freaked out beyond words. I kept yelling that I wasn’t a cop, but he didn’t believe me - just went nuts. It was definitely my fault, and I apologized as much as possible. He finally calmed down but by then the mood was broken. Yeah, it was risky, but I was several states away from home. And young, and naive.

Simple: leather ... jackets, pants, boots, jocks, gloves, belts, etc.

Suits/ties were a requirement for 20+ years of my career, so often I would go to a “date” after work. One escort in particular used to comment on my choice of ties, etc. - said I really looked hot. I wanted to believe him. ?

“The Mystery Box Show” Youtube channel - addicted

One more ... I forgot to mention that “Bill” might not have been interested in sports, but in the bedroom, he was certainly MVP Hall of Fame quality. His “bat” was stellar, and his billiard-like balls were impressive. And stamina? Oh, my. He was definitely one of the best “catchers” in our league and a damn fine pitcher when the need arose.

These posts are very interesting- thank you. I wonder how much the parenting role, especially the father, affects all this. Or any of it? My first serious relationship was with Bill. His dad was an executive who traveled a lot, so Bill mostly grew up with his mom and two sisters. He said he dad just wasn’t around much and when he was, spent most of his time with the “girls”. They never played ball, went to games or even talked about sports although he said sometimes a game would be on television but nobody was watching. I played on some softball teams at work and the occasional tennis/golf outing and Bill would come along, but I could never get him to join In. One time he asked me to teach him how to throw and catch. So we went to a batting cage, and spent some time just with the basics. He was well-built, slim, tall, and seemed coordinated. But when I’d pitch and he’d take a swing, I swear he had his eyes closed. Couldn‘t throw, couldn’t catch. Tennis was a disaster as well. Shooting hoops in the driveway? He tried, he really did. One day we went to the beach. Bill did swim and was really good, so he had that going for him. I took a football along and so we started tossing it along the shore. Good thing he could swim, because he never caught it, not one time. He was so good natured, but finally told me to stop trying to make him a jock. But he asked in the first place, so maybe it was a draw. We were together for a few years and finally split on friendly terms. He met a great guy and they eventually married. According to social media, they are busy with canine rescue efforts. Good for Bill.

These are great posts! More, more!

[ @KrisParr, thank you for starting this thread You, sir, are quite welcome. I am finding this thread most interesting - we have such a great group of contributors. And athletic supporters, as well.

In reading many posts on this forum over the past few years, I’ve noticed that we have a wide variety of interest in sports. Some members are enthusiastic fans and post in-depth observations of certain happenings that only a true aficionado would know. Then there are others who apparently don’t know sticks, bats and clubs from balls, nets and cleats. And that’s okay. So growing up, were you into sports? Tried ‘em and failed? Went into a panic attack just by the mere mention of “PE” class? How did you survive those adolescent years when you were the last dude picked for dodge ball? Or were you right up there with the jocks and managed to keep your “lavender” side in check? I’ll make my entry brief. I knew I was gay practically from the day I was born. And with two very straight older jock brothers and a dad who was a small-college coach, sports was a huge part of growing up. I was never a star athlete, but I could hold my own in Little League and YMCA football. I learned quickly in high school that the way to be a cool “guy” was to be a team player, and the route I took was team “manager”. You went to all the practices, to all the games, and you earned a “letter jacket” but you could still suck at free throws and nobody cared. After high school, I followed the same path and was on the sports team “management” staff all through college. Of course a huge benefit was locker-room time, but it did require a tremendous amount of restraint as you can imagine. Fast forward 30 years later. I still love sports - weekends have me glued to games. But, unlike my jock brothers, I find plenty of time for theater, opera, music, art, etc. If I were offered tickets to watch the Chiefs or attend the Lyric Opera in Kansas City, I’d have a tough time choosing, pre-pandemic, of course. So, gentlemen, are you a sports fan or not? Were sports part of growing up? Or somewhere in between? I’ve never been around balls of any kind that I didn’t enjoy playing with. Looking forward to your comments.

Where did you deposit your “bodily fluid” when you first began self-pleasuring? My mom kept a good supply of facial tissue in the bathroom I shared with my brothers. One day she made a comment at the dinner table asking if one of us had a cold or perhaps a sinus infection because we were going through the Kleenex a lot faster, and it was summertime. Both my brothers and I sort of ducked our heads and my dad just chuckled and said, “yeah, right.” I assume he said something to her later, but in essence she was clueless. I do remember a “deposit” in a sock on occasion, and the palm side of my baseball glove, only because my brother said it was good for the leather. The funniest one though was when my older brother sprayed some jizz on a page of Dad‘s Playboy - he carefully took a razor blade and extracted it - guess that’s why he became a doctor.

Harrison Bader, oh hell, yes ... and he’s distantly related to Scott Baio, but RBG, we’re not sure about

My first was with John. He ran an ad in the local gay paper - just a name and a phone number. He lived about a half hour from me in a small town which I thought was a little odd, but, hey. He lived in a nice older neighborhood in a basic ranch home. I was taken a bit by surprise because John was much older, was small built, kind of nerd-quality with glasses and bald. Not the hot hunk I had hoped for. The house was immaculate and he had a bedroom all set up. He was very feminine in all manners and I was not excited by any stretch to continue but, hey. He encouraged me to undress to my comfort level which of course was nude. He wore a T-shirt and boxers - again nothing to look at. But when he started the massage, holy shit, was this guy talented. Nice firm pressure, great technique, totally thorough. Nice ass play which created a semi just as I rolled over. He continued but carefully avoided my throbbing member and worked all around it. I kept wondering why he was avoiding it. Anyhow, he did the arms, legs, chest, head, feet, every square inch except the goodie bits. He said, “okay, that’s about it - are there any other areas you’d like massaged?” WTF? I couldn’t help but let out a laugh and said something like, “well, isn’t it pretty damn obvious?” He replied that he didn’t want any misunderstandings and with that, proceeded to give me the most amazing hand/mouth job I could have wanted. But before he started with the finale, he stripped down and revealed an impressive cock that later on I found to be quite delicious. I saw John for many more sessions.

I’ve been a baseball nut my whole life and have never seen anything like this -

Any recent encounters? His nips are calling my lips - oh, my!

Crud. ?