Tangogent

Although it can be particularly nice with a certain escort, I don’t wish to feel dependent on one or for him to see me that way. At present, I’m moving on from someone who came to take me for granted as a ‘regular’ and enjoy the discovery of new marvels of young manhood.

Always wear that you believe suits you and pay no attention to the numbers.

To my mind, a man's arse is as beautiful as any woman's bosom, which is the aesthetic Kilimanjaro for most straight men I know. That's why I use the term 'arse cleavage' for an image like the one just above, where the towel is dipped low enough to show a portion of the crack. O, what heaven to rest my weary head in yon valley!

Encore! Good stuff, mates!

It’s a balancing act for me between intimacy and newness. I don’t like it when I sense an escort has begun to view me as a regular” he can take for granted, with whom he doesn’t have to work very hard. But how often does a new lad, even if looks like his sexy photos, turns out to be bad at his job and unable to connect with me?! I also don’t want to develop such feelings for an escort that I have an urge to be extra-generous with him; it s nut wise to be vulnerable to one of these friendly, neighborhood sex-workers IMO.

I agree with OP. Let’s have more male bum show here. Honestly, prefer seeing a man’s arse to his meat and two veg; seeing his tits is my second favourite. Why does a bottom send a top (like myself) the image of his dick? The dick of a bottom serves merely as a decorative tassel that flops in rhythm as I bang him.

No, it’s true. It was the dance between toughs down at the pier, where no woman would go. You can find modern male couples dancing the tango @ YouTube—but they’re all very soave and have been for decades.

I learnt it eons ago, probably remember enough to make my way round the floor. I really enjoy slow-dancing with a male partner. I don't care much about which kind of dance, but one in which we make "a vertical expression of a horizontal desire", as the old-time chaperones used to say. Dancing cheek-to-cheek, etc. Very dreamy if I have the younger man dressed in flimsy lingerie, maybe iwth heels, at the same time--but only a masculine lad will do for me!

Not as such, although cummerbunds and the like. In tribute to Mr Astaire, I have occasionally used a necktie as a belt on trousers, which feels somewhat sash-like. (Still not clear what you mean by 'sash', I admit.)

Not at a good idea IMHO, and certainly a dangerous one to announce in advance. A highly ambitious escort might help you on your way! The one I like I enjoy pampering when we are together, but a cash gift after my demise seems excessive. After all, they have already been paid for the transaction and everything else--gifts, travel--have been bonuses dispensed along the way.

Sometimes I feel this more when the connection with an escort was really good. I miss him when he goes and realise I really want so much more from (someone like) him. At other times, I feel more buoyant, reassured of my attractiveness and my skill as a partner. Depends on my mood, obviously, and the nature of our interaction. Sometimes somebody who more closely resembles the type I fall for leaves me filled with yearning when he goes. Oh, Lipe, Lipe! You are so lush!

I've been stung a few times, but I've got a very hard line about such matters now. Had seen a pretty young guy--blue collar--for years and was surprised he'd throw it all away for an advance of $100, but apparently he has. I've had a few who got $ out of me because they claimed their compulsive gambling left them in bad straits. Watch out for a Brazilian named Jeffrey who completely abased himself to get $ out of me without having sex. Hot-looking, hair, athletic guy but WHAT A CREEP. In any case, never again!

Gone are the days where one didn't have to think about the rates! I truly wonder whether some boys have any takers at £1K/night and the like. I tell myself that there's a health benefit in being caressed and kissed, at least. Keeps my blood moving in ways different from my weekly athletic massage. When I try someone new and it's 'meh', it can put me off my meat for a while. My libido is less, the prices are higher and, yes, too many beards and tattoos. Sometimes I find the attitude of a professional escort off-putting; I like them to be really customer-oriented. DoubleList is no CL; that's for sure!

I miss the days when one could browse the Praha talent at the National Railway station, pre-Internet.

Use your dirty imagination to answer your own question! x

PIty it's both such an amoral age and a hyper-sensitive one! I picked up a waiter in a restaurant in Mexico City once by sketching a double-bed with a question mark over it on the back of the paper placement he'd given me. Later that evening, I heard "Que rico" for the first of many times... A sweetheart whom I still remember with fondness.

Wish all these chaps put their face photos with their profiles... What first and last draws me to an escort is his face...

In the past, "sleeping around" meant someone came to your place [or the reverse], you had sex and then fell asleep in each other's arms. You woke up together and, if there was a bit of chemistry, had breakfast together: a nice start to "something more". Nobody "sleeps around" anymore; they meet, have sex and leave. There goes the intimacy.