KrisParr

Very interesting. I’ve often wondered about the notion that gay men aren’t all that interested in sports. I have two older brothers who are mega-jocks and live/breathe sports 24/7. And our dad was a coach for many years. That might have something to do with it in my case. OTOH, my sibs couldn‘t care less about theater, concerts, fashion, museums, you know, the stereotypical “gay” interests. I love sports (and the guys who play them) as much as anyone. Maybe that’s why for years, no one ever suspected I was in the closet. If I ever had a chance to sit next to a well-known athlete on a plane, I’d be a slobbering idiot.

Why is it that every time I see this thread, I expect to find Jeb, or “W” or even Barbara? Damn, we miss them.

Gosh, I was but a wee little tot.

And back in my starving college days, I might have been tempted - when I had a 32” waist and a helluva lot more hair. And definitely more stamina. LOL

Speaking of money, any idea how much the guys get paid for HotGuysFuck and GayHoopla? Asking for a friend.

And your chin dimple is adorable. ?

I had a motorcycle accident quite some time ago which resulted in prolonged pain in my right forearm. Got referred to a pain management clinic which helped a lot, and part of the treatment was massage therapy. The therapist was amazing (and cute, and gay) but everything was strictly on the up and up. After a few months, the pain was all but gone, and by this time we’d developed a great rapport. On my last visit, he gave me his “new” business card which was nothing more than a phone number and said to call him if I was interested in a full body experience. Turns out he was leaving the clinic and starting his own practice. When I got around to calling him several weeks later, the tone was quite different as he explained his new service not only would include therapy work, but overtones of sensuality if I were interested. Long story short, he became my “go to” guy for a couple of years until I moved away. Not only was he instrumental in removing the pain in my arm, he also soothed my libido dozens and dozens of times.

Seriously, we need to do some exhaustive research and find the original. It’s probably a video out there among the bazillions just waiting for us. Football fans, unite and find this gem!

My avatar is a photo from the Vanson leather collection of biker jackets. I do own this particular jacket (my favorite among many) and I love wearing white t-shirts. So if there was a real photo of me in the jacket, like this one, I doubt you’d see any difference. Grabbing the photo from Vanson was so much easier.

Excellent point. Prior to hiring, I would go through all sorts of gyrations to find someone to date. And so, it would usually take a few encounters to meet someone, then the expense of dating, and the amount of time spent until you “scored” so to speak. Direct hiring from a catalog just brings the result sooner, possibly less expensive and much better chance of finding what you started out seeking in the first place. The downside is that it’s a business transaction.

Long time ago, during the summer fresh out of college, I worked at a hotel in a large Midwest city. The pool “manager” was a hot guy, early 20s, golden tan, you get the picture. The innkeeper was a MILF before I knew what the term meant, and he spent a lot of time in her office, obviously discussing chemicals, cleaning, etc. What gave it away several times was the lipstick smeared on his chiseled cheeks and the shit-eating grin. Damn, I wanted him so bad.

Re: the bottom photo —- Now THESE are some serious pits - yum!

Only here and plan to keep it that way. A couple of friends (we are all out to each other) have ‘fessed up to hiring, but usually after a few beers. It’s really a don’t kiss-n-tell issue, and some things are better left private. It’s a challenge to keep the personal life separate because there’s always a chance it could negatively impact my business career.

Has anyone seen my football?

Any idea the source? Is this a video? Wowza ...

With football season starting, here‘s a classic:

Watched the first episode of HBO’s “The Vow” - more interesting than the Trumpet concert.

He also is on Facebook - sigh ...

His name is Eric and here’s his website if you care to continue lusting. Uh, your tongue is hanging out. https://www.factiontraining.com/about

I found an excellent temporary tattoo that I “wore” a few years ago. It looked amazingly real, but over the 10 days or so that it lasted, I was glad it came off. I was 46 at the time. Nothing ages a man more than attempting to align with the younger crowd.

Great post. Interesting that in the mid 90s, for several years, was a similar “service“ advertised in the Indianapolis “The Word” paper. The ad was simple with a phone number. It also was a guy who managed a stable of hotties. He always had 4-5 available and would provide a general description. So you picked one and he would give you the address of a condo and set the appointment. The provider would arrive shortly before the appointment, lead you to an upstairs bedroom where the fun would begin. Not sure who owned the condo as no one else was around for the dates. I met a number of delightful young men over several years, but oddly enough it was rare to have the same guy available more than a time or two. Terrific experience. Oh, yeah, they were all named Josh, Chris, Jason, Michael, and Justin.

It was the mid-90s, on a business trip, stayed at a Hyatt in downtown Chicago. Took a taxi to a leather shop several blocks away that I found in the yellow pages (do those even exist anymore?). Bought a few items, and picked up a gay newspaper. Back at the hotel, looking through the personal ads, I found the courage to call one. “Gus” answered on the first ring. He said he wasn’t too far away and would be right over. Oh shit, this really going to happen. Took a quick shower and there was a knock at the door. College-age, cute, curly hair, scruff. The clothes came off quickly, and he was amazing. However, I had not planned very well, and within 15 minutes or so, I achieved an unwanted, but magnificent orgasm. He asked me to “keep going” so he likewise could reach satisfaction. Five minutes later, we were getting dressed. His fee was $80 and I generously gave him a hundred. That, gentlemen, is a pleasant memory that will never fade. And the start of a fun, interesting, and memorable hobby.

Dude, don’t. Just don’t. There are plenty of fish in the sea. I was in a very similar situation a number of years ago; my one-eyed brain got the best of me and it was a disaster. It’s spelled “infatuation”.

I’m strumped; have no idea to whom thou reference.