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Oh, yes. I would. Twice a day. Every day. Wherever he wanted.

And all this time I thought Chicago was my kind of town.

Yet, in spite of the ruling, I'm sure there will still be the occasional bone of contention.

He makes the horses jealous.

I don't know what game they're about to play, but I love the way it starts.

Ooh. La. La. Near to complete perfection.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if either or both of the following happened as a result of RM's arrogance? A national gay publication (like the Advocate) brought back something like their old Pink Pages for escort ads, city by city. We see a resurgence in hustler bars nationwide, where you can both see and speak with prospects on either side of the transaction. Would love to chat more but I have other windmills to tilt with. Now where the hell is Sancho? BTW, I sometimes the miss the old ways of the old days. My doctor would tell me it's age-related.

Just the man for me. Sometimes I could use a good pounding.

I hope I didn't come at a bad time.

I'm glad to read he's a nice boy and you had a good time. But I cannot understand why he would use someone else's pic instead of his own, given the ad is a one-pic-wonder and reveals very little. Would a similar pic of his own chest have been a dealbreaker? As in The Princes Bride, Inconceivable!

I much prefer Chicago to Houston. I lived near Houston years ago, and although huge and with its charms of shopping, museums, dining, etc., the lack of more traditional zoning regs spreads the place all over hell's half acre, making it a genuine bitch to get around. And although I consider downtown Houston to be a museum of modern architecture, I found it rare to see crowds of people walking the downtown streets. There are elevated and enclosed walkways everywhere, making the city -at least in fable if not fact- the most air-conditioned city it the country. It was inhospitably hot. And although always a visitor and never a resident, Chicago, on the other hand, is compact. Downtown and the Lakeshore are very easy to navigate, and I think it beats the Texas Giant for the above-mentioned charms. The winters and the snow can be brutal, but I'm less averse to cold than to hot, so in that respect, it's a better fit for climate preferences. YMMV, of course. And both cities are nicely supplied for those of our hobby.

Because you're spending time with two? Same principle as a pregnant woman; eats one meal, serves two appetites.

Oh, Officer! Somewhere in my youth, or childhood, I must have done something bad, and I'd like to surrender. To you. (You have cuffs, right?)

I assume he keeps rooms at The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Where else would a PlatinumXLVIP be found?

I am delighted to know that, like Mr. Twain, reports of your death were greatly exaggerated. Or, if more like the story of Jesus, welcome back!

Well, it's said that memory's the second thing to go. Maybe now we know what's first?😉

I don't recall, even as a young man, waking up stiff. I do it now, of course, but's it's my back that's stiff, not my "front". And although occasions of robust rigidity are rare in these days, I get along quite well anyway, fueled by a very rich and active libido, for which I am extremely grateful. However, I believe that if I woke one morning with that "old friend" Purplekow wrote of, diem isn't the only thing I'd carpe in that moment. Make hay while the sun shines, even if it's still dark outside.

A little out of my usual wheelhouse, but ... when I saw this, I imagined I was a dungeon master with a cabinet full of nipple toys. Then, this guy walks in. Alleluia! Is it hot in here, or is it just you?

Welcome aboard; hope you have fun here.

And yet, twenty bucks is twenty bucks. So, we'll see?

Love the shirt!

In advertising as in real estate, the most important thing is: location, location, and location! Well placed! And bon appetit!

And you made an excellent choice!

A heartfelt Woof! (x6)

There goes Pavlov and that damn bell again.