KrisParr

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.

These are all great suggestions! Thank you so much.

Ah, thanks! It was January 2020. I’ll do some checking!

Thank you - will have to check the fine print - have no idea if they are “flex” or not. Makes me wonder how many gazillion dollars people have lost in travel getting cancelled. We also have a Viking cruise that was to set sail back on July 4th- it’s been re-booked for same date in 2021. We shall see.

My friend and I bought Southwest airline tickets last January for an event that got cancelled, so we cancelled the flights. We each have a voucher that’s going to expire December 1 for about $500 per ticket. With ‘Rona still upon us, I highly doubt either of us are ready to hop back into an aluminum tube. So, gentle people, any suggestions on my options other than watch those dollars float away? Many thanks.

I wish I could get past tattoos that remind me of my grandmother‘s floral draperies. A few tasteful ones here and there, but when they begin to look like tapestry, I have to move on.

oh my, he pushes ALL my buttons - stunning!

In the Midwest, it was the gay newspaper, “The Word” - full of classified and even block ads. My favorite classified was a simple one liner: “Michael - exquisite escort of distinction” followed by a phone number. And he was.

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.