KrisParr

I‘m a former vegan, now vegetarian with very little dairy thrown in now and then. The above posts are a good mix and I would agree that B12 deficiency can be serious. My B12 number was at the low end of the range, and it took 6 months of supplements to elevate it - the improvement in my energy was significant.

Several years ago I made contact with an experienced escort who had a lot of good reviews. We texted several times and made a date. He asked that the hotel be somewhat upscale, not a problem. Through our texts, I learned about his favorite drink, snacks, etc., as I wanted to make it a nice time for both. About an hour before the appointment, he called to say he would be there on time and was looking forward to meeting me. Room service brought the tray of goodies, the booze was on ice, and I was freshly showered and shaved. Right on the dot, I get a text, “can’t make it” - period. What? I replied numerous times, offered to reschedule, wait around, come pick him up, you name it. No reply. Nothing, zip, nada. Phone calls went to voice mail. So I’m “out” a tidy sum and no recourse. This was the M4R era, and while I did my best to get a negative review posted, it never did and about a year later he went away. I still get pissed when I think about it.

Paraphrased scene from “Soap” - Billy Crystal as Jodie Dallas, and his aunt, Katherine Helmond as Jessica Tate. Jodie: Yes, Aunt Jessie, I’m a homosexual. I’m gay. Jessica: Oh my, I don’t think I’ve ever met a homosexual before. Jodie: A lot of famous people were gay, like Alexander the Great, Leonardo da Vinci, Plato ... Jessica: Mickey Mouse’s dog was gay? Pluto was gay! Who knew? Jodie: Sure, and Goofy was his boyfriend.

O-T-T-E-R, please.

A lot of players say that cups restrict their playing ability and speed. Many years ago, I had the good pleasure to be a “manager” for a small college’s football team; cups were required back then. Best job I ever had.

File and forget; getting fired ain’t worth a few minutes of hoopla. It could happen. There are other MW dudes out there.

... a lot better at realizing that self-pleasure, while just as enjoyable as it’s always been, just isn’t the same as human interaction ... when, oh when, will I be able to have contact with my “go to” masseur, and/or escort?

Interesting, the first scene; didn‘t think the masseur was ever going to cum, and when he did, I wasn’t expecting a Primal Scream to go along with it ... still, pretty damn hot

Let dad take you shopping for a new football, ok son?

This is not your father‘s Raymond Burr rehash. Edgy, sexy, gutsy, moves along quickly. Jonathan Lithgow is outstanding and you’ll not recognize Stephen Root as the evil prosecutor. And whoever would have thought Della Street likes girls? Matthew Rhys provides plenty of eye candy while smoking, drinking and saying “fuck” about every other sentence.

HBO’s Perry Mason ... Matthew Rhys ... woof https%3A//i.postimg.cc/yNvy0jd6/A6-DF3167-9-F71-4-DF2-924-B-9-A23356-F8140.jpg'][/url]

I was more focused on the client’s superb mushroom head phallus.

What a magnificent bush ...

Two retired gay gentlemen, residents at the local nursing home were having a conversation on the porch. Saul: Okay, Abe, we’re both in our 90’s - do you still get horny? Abe: Hell yes, I do. Saul: So what do you do about it? Abe: I suck a lifesaver. Saul: (ponders a moment) Who drives you to the beach?

Dickmatize - forgot how funny this is - an oldie, but goodie

IndyMarc is $$$ - at least pre-COVID he was beyond my budget msg me for details

Sam Heughan ... in a leather jacket ... wearing not 1, but 3 kilts. Swoon .... new series “Men in Kilts” soon to be released.

If you access any of the popular porn sites, there’s a decent collection of videos from the “Hot Guys Fuck” series. Yeah, it’s hetero screwing, but from what I’ve read, a large percentage of their audience is made up of gay men, ogling over the hot guys who are truly the stars. So does anyone know if some of these male “stars” have gone on with their “career” as male escorts? Asking for a friend.

Okay, I just have to reply to this. I think it was the first time I was with Dimitri/Grey/Liam. He asked for some time to freshen up while I reclined on the bed across from the bathroom. At one point I thought he was going to burn up his toothbrush - seemed like he brushed for 10 minutes, followed by multiple mouthwash rinses. I even teased him just a little which evoked a toothy grin and a delightful slap on the ass. Of the dozens of men I’ve hired, this dude had impeccable hygiene- squeaky clean all over and tasted like sweet blueberries. He was, and still is, at the top of my list.

LiamV, formerly Romani, formerly Dimitri Valentino, apparently likes to change things up a bit. When I rented him several years ago, he was using a couple of the same photos that are in his current ad, mostly to hide the tats. I found him outstanding at the time. A little challenging to mesh schedules, and often was running late or when I arrived he still had to shower and shave. Minor inconvenience considering how hot he was in the sack. The blurred photos are a little odd because the black bars really don’t hide much at all. About a year ago, I hired a Midwest escort who actually knows “Liam” and told some interesting stories when they were in the military. I hope he keeps his shit together, because he is extremely talented in a lot of ways, and my times with him were excellent.

Andrew Justice = class

Thank you, moderator for the much better photo which I’ve not seen until now. If I had seen it, way back then, oh my, oh my, oh my ...

indeed - love the idea of “trailers” - if I put all my trailers together, I’d probably have a decent feature film. And some trailers are more memorable than others.

Okay, most of us have hired escorts. But is there one special one that stands out? One that you especially remember? Names are not important, but if you care to, share with us what makes that one, special guy stand out from the crowd. Here’s mine: I had hired escorts for a few years, mostly on business trips, but wasn’t able to find anyone nearby on a regular basis. And then I saw “Jeff” on a now-defunct escort site. He lived in a university town about 20 minutes away. We exchanged several emails and set a date. I always like to find out something “interesting” about my selection in advance - helps break the ice sometimes. Found out that Jeff loved chocolate ”anything“ and was a grad student working on his doctorate. Let’s just say that his area of study meshed nicely with my career, so that was a big plus. Armed with a Godiva sampler, he greeted me at his place wearing a tank top and running shorts. Of Asian and Nordic ancestry, he was drop-dead gorgeous, with cropped jet black hair and finely chiseled features - model quality. He enthusiastically accepted the candy and we shared a few pieces, as I probably slobbered all over myself, trying to stop staring at this beautiful man. After the small talk, he invited me to the bedroom, where on the dresser was a pitcher of iced tea and some glasses, and told me to relax and he’d be right back. So I had a drink, took off some clothes and sat on the end of the bed. After a good 5 minutes, I was beginning to wonder, but he did shout out a few times apologizing for the delay. And then the door opened. Jeff had asked via email what I liked in terms of attire, scene, etc. And did he ever do his homework! He had slipped on a black leather biker jacket, and was wearing a pair of tight, slightly ripped 501 jeans, and vintage leather army boots laced up to just below the knees. They were spit-polished to perfection. He cocked his head and asked if I liked what I saw. Rather than wait for an answer, he drew my face close and slid his tongue down my throat. He pulled away, turned around and slowly unzipped and removed the jacket, and turned back around. Beautifully tanned and ripped, he was stunning. He tossed the jacket to me and had me put it on. Then he came close again and invited me to undo the buttons on the jeans. As they came open, Jeff had on an old-fashioned jockstrap just like we wore in gym class. His cock was at full mast, but he made me wait. Next, we sort of traded places while I had a lot of fun unlacing and removing the boots and eventually slipped off the jeans. By this time all that was left was the jock, which I carefully removed with my teeth. And that’s how I met Jeff. We had a monthly “date” for the next year and a half, when he completed his degree and moved away. We stayed in contact for several months afterward until I got “the” email, that he’d met someone and it was getting serious. I still think about him. His cologne, his banter, the leather jacket, our fondness for chocolate. And when I see a hot guy in a biker jacket, the memories come right back.

http://www.xvideos.com/video55216813/massage_table_fuck_with_cumshot Not much massage, but the “therapist” is well-endowed and there are some interesting camera angles, especially of the client when he’s first getting plowed. Something a little different.