KrisParr

This is an interesting thread. May I offer a slightly different viewpoint for the benefit of both providers and clients? Quite long ago I started going to a masseur who was openly gay but only offered therapeutic services. He allowed me to be nude and was very professional about ignoring my constant erection. We even joked about it. I teased him a little that a HE “would be our little secret” and he always had some smart-ass remark and then we’d laugh some more. But he never, ever did anything inappropriate- strictly legit. After a few months, his warmth, excellent skills and devilish grin started getting to me. He often talked about his partner and it was obvious that they indeed were in a committed relationship. But by then, the lust for the forbidden was getting to be too much. So late one evening, I was the last client and horny as hell. As I was attempting to get dressed with my boner still intact, I asked him “what it would take” for us to have a little fun. He made a joke and threw a towel at me.  I muttered something like, “dude, I would do about anything if you’d let me show you a good time - seriously, no one would ever know …” He didn’t say anything. And this is where I wish I’d stopped. But I continued on. I told him how hot he was (and he was damn cute) and all I wanted to do was have a little oral fun - with him as the receiver of my talents. He didn’t say anything. By now my brain was awash with crazy thoughts and I started telling him to just name his price. He didn’t say anything at first. I just wouldn’t stop. Then he walked over to me and took my hand. He told me that I wasn’t the first, and might not be the last. But his commitment to his partner was sincere. And while he no doubt would enjoy some fun, there was no way it was going to happen. He squeezed my hand, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. As he walked out the door, he said that the last 5 minutes never happened.
 
My limp dick and I left, and I felt like shit. Or worse. I had a standing appointment and when I came back for the next massage, he greeted me truly as if nothing had occurred. Over the next few months I still felt terrible so one day I called him, apologized one more time, and ended our relationship. He couldn’t have been nicer.  So gentlemen, sometimes our libido can get the best of us. Just be sure you know what you’re doing when you “reach out” to touch your provider.

Same story here - probably 20 years ago. Cute, young guy got with the wrong crowd and did about a year in the pokey. I didn’t support with a lot of money, but enough. Got acquainted with his mother, which was strange at first - “so, how do you know my son?” I lied, of course. Anyhow, he eventually got out and moved about a hundred miles away and back in school. We hooked up for a while, (gawd, he was so gorgeous) but we wrapped it up. Never heard from him again. He told the other inmates that I was his “favorite” uncle. LOL

Andrew … sigh. I drove 5 hours to Peoria once to spend a Tuesday evening with him. Amazing man in every way possible. Funny, kind, hot as F, creative, and me made feel like a rock star. I offered a generous tip which he politely refused saying it was too much. He finally accepted half, and proceeded to reward me with yet another orgasmic drenching of man juice.

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.

I’ve lost count how many times I went to the mall and stopped by Aber just to ogle and lust in my heart. The best one was in Bloomington, Indiana where they hired so many hunky college dudes. Sigh. Memories. I’m surprised this story didn’t come out a long time ago. 

And he has an absolutely perfect ass. Check out his link on RM to his “X” account. Stunning.

One incredibly handsome escort lived nearby me several years ago. I almost went bankrupt over him. He’s fairly well-known. He moved and so did I. We hooked up about a year later. In my view, he had all but ruined his impeccable skin/body with poorly designed tattoos. He admitted the judgement error and was welcoming donations to have them removed. Since the donation wasn’t tax-deductible, I politely declined on the advice of my accountant. 

April, 1992. Hyatt Regency, Chicago, room 810. Found an ad in a gay newspaper. His name was “Gus” and he was a college student. I called, he immediately answered. He arrived in about 30 minutes. I had no idea what to expect. Knock on the door. Average-looking Italian guy with scruffy beard  and curly hair. Wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Sigh. He needed to use the bathroom, and came out with his stiff cock exposed. I gave him oral and we eventually lost all our clothes. He kissed like no one I’d ever had - deep, warm and delicious. He flipped over and I entered him. And in about 3 pumps, it was all over. There was absolutely no way I could slow down or stop. So, out of courtesy, I finished him off orally, which didn’t take much time either. Drained and satisfied, I gave him the hundred bucks plus twenty. We had one final quick kiss and away he went. Elapsed time probably less than 20 minutes. Omg, so this is my new hobby! 

According to Zillow the house sold on 7/12/24 for $1,950,000.  Public info.

According to Zillow the house sold on 7/12/24 for $1,950,000.  Public info.

Pears taste like soap. Ivory, Lifebouy, etc. ugh.

I know, I know. Keep telling myself, “is this really happening?” I’m as nervous as a school girl on a first date.  My dad was forever saying, “no guts, no glory”.  And speaking of Dad, he called yesterday and as a joke (more or less) always asks about my love life.  My usual response:  too fucking busy, and vice-versa. 

Pre-pandemic, I hired escorts about once a month and had been doing so for a number of years. Today, it’s been exactly 18 months without any encounters. Yeah, I’m horny as hell. Up until a year ago, I was a regular at a gym where I had developed a bit of a friendship with another guy who came in almost everyday when I was there. We talked a lot about fitness, equipment, cars, food, sports and I really enjoyed his company. He’s about 32-ish, tall, extremely well-built, buzz cut, sort of resembles Beckham without the facial hair. What really was intriguing were the cars he drove - Lamborghini, BMW, Maserati among others. Turns out he’s a salesman for a luxury dealership and gets to drive them as advertising. That would explain the “dealer” tags on the cars. I don’t think he’s hurting for funds. But there’s just something about him that gets me turned on every time I see him - he is beyond sexy.  
 
So a month ago, I started going back to the gym, and sure enough, he shows up. We reconnect and since then I’ve seen him almost daily. If anything, he’s even more attractive. Yesterday, we played pickleball after our workout and went next door to a pizza joint for a few beers. I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about, but out of the clear blue he says, “so do you date women, or men, or both?” Holy shit. Did I just hear that?  Before I could even process, I said, “both, and you?”  (I lied.) He says, “what do you think?” Ok, so the cards are on the table and I said, “men, I hope.” So he starts laughing (a lot) and I am tongue-tied. Did I just fuck up? Then, he tells me he dates men and women  for money. Not only does he sell fancy cars, he’s an escort on the very down-low. Seems like a couple of his really  wealthy car customers also paid for other “services” and I’m  stunned. He tells me a couple of quick stories and it’s a good thing we are seated, ‘cause my boner is at full-mast. 
 
It’s time to go, and as we get to the parking lot, he pauses and says, “think it over - I’d give you a nice discount” then winks at me, and leaves. That was Saturday. I didn’t go to the gym yesterday but will later today. Hell yeah, I’ve saved a bundle this past year, so money is not the issue. Never had anything like this happen. It could be a great thing or not. Thoughts, gentlemen? He is one hell of a salesman!

Oh come on, guys. It’s a freakin’ typo. The 6 and 3 are right next to each other. 

I had a regular masseur for about a year. Not terribly attractive but great hands and an amazing HE technique. One time he told me about a new client who’d just left. He said the guy was handsome AF and very well-built. He couldn’t stop raving about his looks. It wasn’t at all professional of either of us, but I booked my next appointment just before the “new” guy’s next so I might by chance catch a glimpse. Oh hell, yeah. So the masseur called him and told him he had a client (me) who was interested in learning to give massage and would he be interested in a free session as long as I could join in and watch/participate. The guy said sure, sounded like fun. We set up a mutual time and I played the part to the hilt - white running shorts and a t-shirt. The guy looked like a model with just the right muscle/swimmer build. I was salivating. The massage began and “John” deserved an award by describing all the strokes, and the muscle groups, etc. just like a massage school lesson. It was hella fun. Of course it morphed into a full-on erotic event and I lost track of who was doing what with who. The client was well-satisfied, and we did two more sessions. The client paid the basic rate and I more than compensated “John” for the experience. I would love to try it again some time.

Very interested as well. Oh, my, yes. Those legs … that chest … damn …

Of course … no group of Cardinals (!) would ever elect a Cubs fan. ⚾️

Chest hair is only a problem when it gets caught in my teeth. 

I was a probation officer for several years as I worked my way through grad school. I carried a very impressive badge that was housed inside a flip-top leather case. One time when I went on a “date” (wink, wink) I inadvertently left my badge inside my jacket pocket. And within a few minutes of arriving at my date’s place, when I took off the jacket, the badge fell out onto the floor and flipped open. The poor dude about had a heart attack. It was a mood killer for sure, and it took some effort to convince him that my arrest powers were for juveniles only. My dates during this time were always in far-away places.

A business trip took me to the Hyatt on Gay Street (seriously) in Knoxville, TN. The Rooftop Bar wasn’t busy at all, so I mostly drank my supper with some snacks. The hunky good-old-Southern-boy bartender was cute as could be and we struck up a nice chat while watching a ballgame - this was some time ago. Anyhow, it was getting late, and I was getting more intoxicated. The bartender actually suggested I slow down a bit, and said he’d be ending his shift soon if I needed anything. Hint, hint. There was definitely some chemistry and vibes which was odd since I was old enough to be his father. Fast forward, he’s telling me goodbye and I told him I’d walk out with him. We got near the elevator and he pushes the up button. I smiled and said, huh? The door opens, we get on and he pushes the 4 button. How’d you know that? Dude, you signed the bar tab. So we made it to my room, played a little grab-ass and the rest is sort of a memorable blur. I do remember a lot of wrestling around on the bed and he woke me up when he was leaving. Had two more nights of fun and games with him before I had to go home. Nice memories. Oh yeah, I do tip very well.

April, 1992. Hyatt Regency, Chicago, room 810. Found an ad in a gay newspaper. His name was “Gus” and he was a college student. I called, he immediately answered. He arrived in about 30 minutes. I had no idea what to expect. Knock on the door. Average-looking Italian guy with scruffy beard  and curly hair. Wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Sigh. He needed to use the bathroom, and came out with his stiff cock exposed. I gave him oral and we eventually lost all our clothes. He kissed like no one I’d ever had - deep, warm and delicious. He flipped over and I entered him. And in about 3 pumps, it was all over. There was absolutely no way I could slow down or stop. So, out of courtesy, I finished him off orally, which didn’t take much time either. Drained and satisfied, I gave him the hundred bucks plus twenty. We had one final quick kiss and away he went. Elapsed time probably less than 20 minutes. Omg, so this is my new hobby! 

Andrew … sigh. I drove 5 hours to Peoria once to spend a Tuesday evening with him. Amazing man in every way possible. Funny, kind, hot as F, creative, and me made feel like a rock star. I offered a generous tip which he politely refused saying it was too much. He finally accepted half, and proceeded to reward me with yet another orgasmic drenching of man juice.

Ya know, there are many different types of people in the world. Some are amazing, some are kind, some are thoughtful. Some are musicians, some are accountants. Some are actors. Some are con artists. Some have no integrity.  Some are assholes. Ok, class. Which of these types are we looking at? Oh yes, some can be multiple types rolled into one. Please write your answers clearly and be sure your name is on your paper.  Good luck.  Class dismissed.

Reminds me of the hot guy I met at a leather bar. He was wearing knee high boots and was a good 3 inches taller than me. When we got to my apartment and the boots came off, either he also had lifts in his boots or I was so fucked up, but anyhow, he “dropped” in height considerably. But he was a fun ride.

Ya know, there are many different types of people in the world. Some are amazing, some are kind, some are thoughtful. Some are musicians, some are accountants. Some are actors. Some are con artists. Some have no integrity.  Some are assholes. Ok, class. Which of these types are we looking at? Oh yes, some can be multiple types rolled into one. Please write your answers clearly and be sure your name is on your paper.  Good luck.  Class dismissed.