KrisParr

I absolutely cannot stand to have mine touched. My whole life - just freaks me out - one time my doc placed his stethoscope about a half inch away and I almost lost it. Even I can’t touch them - must be some weird wiring deficiency or nerve issue. OTOH, I could suck/lick/chew on a hot guy’s for hours. I made a guy cum one time just by sucking on them. Interesting topic.

It happened one time with a regular provider (as in a couple times a month for years) and when it occurred, he was very apologetic - almost made me feel bad. He went above and beyond to make sure I was “satisfied” and tried to give back most of the “contribution”. Of course I refused because I had taken his time - it’s a no-brainer. But it does depend on the circumstances.

Me: winter=boxer-briefs; summer=bikini briefs Him: jock or thong or a smile

A few years ago, in a large midwestern city, a long-time-platonic friend and I attended Zoobilation, “the” annual fund raising event for the local zoo. Lots of fun, music, food, and a chance to show off a bit, mostly for the City’s upper class movers and shakers. About half way through the evening, we encountered a city-council member who my friend knew from his business. As I was being introduced, his “date” came around the corner to catch up. The councilman said, “And this is ’Dave’ “ ... and everything went into slow motion as “Dave” and I locked eyes. Sure enough, about a week earlier, I had the pleasure of Dave’s manhood all to myself, having hired him for an evening of debauchery. Small world. My acting skills for the next few minutes were Oscar-worthy. Anyone else have a story?

Impressive appendage.

Netflix - Jim Parsons is fucking amazing in The Boys in the Band - stick around for the 30 minute after-show with the author who passed away back in March, I believe.

Would Geofit like to come to ‘Merica and uh, um, er, perhaps go into “business”? I‘d sign up in a NY minute. Woof.

Thanks for posting - he almost looks too perfect. Those abs ...

Yeah, but those nipples ... sigh

This pushes so many of my buttons: backwards cap, sandy-color hair, amazing jaw line, wide shoulders, great leg spread, and he’s got a football, that bull-neck, the muscled calves, the bit of ‘stache growing out ... can’t type any more ... my boner is getting in the way ... hot damn

Somewhere in the jungle of ye old rentboy, m4rentnow, and other sites, this gem just showed up.

Mid-late morning, always.

The GQ article does not contain the grammatical oops. Here’s a sample paragraph: “Katz has grasped perhaps the most alluring detail of grey sweatpants: their sexiness is unexpected—and, at its best, un-self-aware. There are certain garments that are harbingers of overt seduction: women in a La Perla bra, he says, or a gay man in a jock strap. But the quotidian, mundane nature of grey sweats — who amongst us doesn’t own a pair? — adds to their accidental eroticism.“ One of my favorite words: quotidian — I try to use it at least 7 times a week.

Reminds me many years ago when I hired a young, young programmer - gorgeous guy, long blonde hair, built; my office was on the second floor with a window overlooking the employee parking lot. I had arrived a little early, sipping my coffee and was gazing out the window, I saw him drive in, park, get out and stand by his car for a few minutes. Dude was taking a couple of last hits off a joint. Wha? He comes in, I pull him aside. High as fuck. Of course this was back in the dark ages when there was no point in keeping him, no matter how hot or how much I lusted after him, or how well he could code, I’m sure he inhaled.

Yes, that’s the article. Thanks for posting!

Great article on gq.com if you have a subscription- don’t think I can post it, sorry. Well worth a read if you can find it. Brings back memories of basketball practice in the high school gym after school - “manhood” outlines galore. Oh, my. Maybe we need a Gallery thread, eh Marylander? How Gray Sweatpants Became the Unofficial Symbol of Fall Horniness

Bah, humbug. Ok, it’s a little early, but that’s how I feel today. Although I’m just barely over-the-hill, I do have some health issues, thus social distancing, masking, staying in, the whole bit, has really taken a toll. For example, my nephew is getting married this afternoon about 1,500 miles away. Many family members are attending, but I just can’t allow myself to fly or drive. So I’ll watch via Zoom and make a toast from home. I hate this shit. And with winter right around the corner, long, dark days ahead, there’s not a lot on the horizon that cheers me up. Guess I’ll go eat some worms.

Two words: Adam Driver

It’s really pretty simple. I’ve been hiring for a long, long time. If I come across an escort that I want, then I inquire and find out the price. If it’s too high, or out of my budget, let’s say, I just tell him thanks, perhaps another time. If he asks, I’ll be honest and tell him I’m on a budget and explain as nicely as I can. If he offers a lower fee, then we talk. But I never ask for a lower fee, ever - that’s insulting. If he says, sorry, then again I thank him and move on. However, if I still have the hots for him, I start saving. There are creative ways that you can come up with the money over time. So then I contact him again - you never know when the price may drop. Anyhow, by this time I’m prepared to pay what he’s asking. If the encounter goes well, he gets a good review. And I might start saving again - who knows, he may offer a frequent shopper discount. If the session isn’t so great, he still gets an honest review, and more than likely I move on. It ain’t rocket science, gentlemen. Oh yeah, that’s how I bought my last two Mercedes.

https://rent.men/Rhettbutler Just an outstanding guy if you like the bad boy, southern country style. Alas, he just posted: Your perception is your reality ATTENTION!! I will be deleting my profile very soon. If you're someone I've seen before or are a regular or you're interested in setting something up please contact me now ONLY through the number provided or through the messaging app. Enjoy him while you can.

Maybe we need to post this in another forum to get the message out. It is indeed brilliant. Thanks for the comment.

his LA Fitness bag .... hmmm, they used to be in the UK but got bought out

Indeed - L’shana tova tikatevu

That’s a hazard of this so-called hobby. It’s happened to me 3 times. First one was a masseur. in my naive way, I was sure it was two-sided, but eventually when I pushed for more, the let-down was crushing. The next one was an escort. Movie star quality - Mr. Perfect. And he picked up on the vibes and took me on a long, fantasy ride for over a year. And like the first one, he had met “someone” new and it was over. Yeah, after I’d taken him to Hawaii for a week, and spent gawd-knows how much $$$ on his wardrobe, sports tickets and food. Number three was even more painful. Again, Mr. Adonis was nearly perfect and we went so far as to move in together. My job changed and he had some family obligations that mysteriously appeared at the same time. So I was headed to a new city, and he was going back “home” - it was a tough breakup; but then through the wonders of social media I discovered that he found another dude within days. Moral of these stories? Escorts and masseurs are entrepreneurs- and they for the most part are wonderful people. But they are almost always not seeking a love interest in their client base.

The ultimate source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuru_(massage) I’ve had a few of them; a couple were mind-blowing (ahem) - as always, depends on the skills of the provider.