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I thought he did it under a blanket. Could he even see his feet?

Love the lifetime line!

I don't know if it was one of Mr. Mizer's publications, but a magazine of that type was one of my first awakening to my interest in men. The supermarket my mother and I went to every Friday had two magazine racks on one wall. It included all the favorites of the day, like Look and Life and the Saturday Evening Post. But it also had some more daring offerings, such as Police Gazette and so on. While Mom shopped, I perused the magazines. And on one visit I found a men's physique magazine, stuffed in behind other magazines. It had pictures of nearly naked men (in speedos, or even scantier), all oiled up and playing with swords. I was too dense at that age (about 10 or 12) to appreciate the symbolism of the swords, but I really appreciated the lean muscles of these beautiful, glistening men. Another set of pics showed men being tied up or lassoed and pulled away by other men. Something told me I probably shouldn't be looking at such a magazine, so I found a bigger one (like Life) and used it to camouflage the skin mag by sticking it inside the bigger one. I also knew I couldn't buy it and certainly couldn't ask my mother to buy it for me. I remember wondering if I could manage to steal it but can't remember if I ever tried. Probably chickened out from that plan. But the memory of that magazine and those handsome shiny men has stayed with over all these years. And I've realized it proved me right - I really do like men!

I ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet!

I like "thumping," to be sure. But nothing gives better proof of a pudding than the taste of it.😛

Bring him closer; I'll see if he's ripe.

Absolutely no offense intended, but if we ever agree to a dinner together, I'll meet you there.

Back in his day, I "googled" Dean Cain a lot, but without the "g". Hot, handsome man at the time, so I'm sure a lot of people "oogled" him. I remember a scene from Lois and Clark where Clark's mother had just finished making his new Superman suit, complete with a set of skimpy Speedo-style red overpants. She looked at the finished product as he tried on the costume, then said "Well, for sure no one will be looking at your face." He replied. "Mo-o-o-m!" Kinda cute and funny then, and maybe a little risqué for the time. Too bad for the ways he's changed.

I don't think having a partner that works as an escort would necessarily be a dealbreaker for me; I might even count myself lucky to have someone so presumably good looking that they can pull it off - so to speak. But doing it clandestinely behind my back would almost definitely bring about a quick end of things. This (January marriage) means he was escorting for several months before the marriage, told you nothing about it beforehand, and went ahead with the vows anyway. That level of withholding (or more technically, deceit) is off the charts. This was not a lie of commission but of omission, but there is little if any difference in the consequences. The problem with any discovered lie is never knowing when the next one comes. As a lawyer says to impeach a dishonest witness, "Were you lying then or are you lying now?" We now know the "then" in this case but will not know the next "now" unless and until we uncover another lie. But you already know all this. The solution comes down to the answers to two questions: (1) Do you still love him? and (2) Can you live with a life filled with uncertainty? I wish you best.

If you get the right kind of priest, you might hear, "Could you elaborate on those thoughts, please?"

Happy to see you here and wishing you many hours of enjoyment as you continue to stroll through the fora and contribute when you see fit. This place is filled with clever, friendly, interesting people. And now you're one, too!

Maybe just a tad. It'll be an hour or so before I can again open my mind's eye.

And now we're showered with blessings! And sudsy studs!

I'd pay good money to just sit in a chair for an hour with this view and do nothing but watch him put it on and take it off, over and over and over, while I lick my lips.

Dantheman, escort located on Long Island (I think) and sometimes Florida. Not sure if he's still active (couldn't find him on RentMen) but had a huge crush on him. Not sure why, though, except for the face, arms, muscle, chest, butt, feet, big package, and a dominant persona; otherwise, so-so.

I have no words except for the doggie: Move over, Bitch! He's mine! Lord, I could fetch for this boy all day long, and wag my tail while doing it!

You seem a good and compassionate man, and I both thank and admire you for it. As for JesTwink, two things: We reap what we sow [brought it on himself] Confession is good for the soul [a sincere apology statement might go a long way]

Looks like a man who has his afternoon plans all in place.

According to the late and great Robin Williams, God gave man both a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one at a time.

Although I have some reluctance to subscribe to the whole theory, there are evolutionist who claim the woman driver stereotype, like most stereotypes, actually has a basis in fact. Early humans were divided into either hunters or gatherers, with men being the hunters and women the gatherers. Men developed greater focus, concentration, and teamwork to assist them in tracking and attacking large game animals. The gatherer women, looking for plants, herbs, and berries had more finely developed senses for colors and patterns as well as an enhanced ability to multi-task, which also necessarily and lamentably gave them shorter attention spans and a less focused and more diffused view of things around them. The overall success of the species down through generations served to reinforce these traits and make them typical of the species all the way down to the present day when men are typically better at complex tasks requiring greater concentration and women still excel at colors and patterns. Driving? Not so much.

Half Street SE still exists in a truncated form, its flow having been broken up by the new Nationals Stadium. In its heyday, the section from L Street SE to O Street SE was active, although I don't remember much street trade there. There were, however, several very active bars. 56 L Street SE (just east of Half Street) was the home of Lost & Found, a disco dance club with flashing lights above and under the dance floor. Upstairs was a quieter space with a huge bar, pool tables, and a more leatheresque air to it. Lost & Found was where I spent Bicentennial night (July 4, 1976 - talk about old!). This space later became a great stripper bar called Wet; really gorgeous naked men fresh from a shower show! To the right after exiting L&F and halfway down the next block and on the other side of L Street was the original Follies Theater which showed full length all-male porn flicks and had a dark and very cruisy back room. They also had occasional porn stars for a stripper show on stage. I spent that bicentennial night on their roof, watching fireworks going off on the Mall at the Washington Monument. Moving south down Half Street you came to O Street SE. From that corner and stretching west over to the side road for South Capitol Street you found -in order- Zeigfields/Secrets (drag shows/male strippers), The Glory Hole (peep shows and mag & video sales; use your imagination for the rest), a larger relocated Follies Theater, The Club Baths DC, then La Cage Aux Follies (owned by the theater and featuring more naked boys working the bar tops and a small stage.) A little research revealed that The Other Side occupied the same space as Zeigfields/Secrets. It was apparently a Lesbian bar before transitioning to drag and go-go boys. God, but I do miss all of that. It was as close to Gay Heaven as I've ever found!

If you're looking for recommendations based on personal experience, I can't help. But if you're just looking for those whose ad says he's willing to have armpit action, go to RentMen, click Search, select Boston (for example), then select "More Filters" (near the bottom), then, under Preferences, select "armpits". My check showed 74 candidates in Boston. Good Hunting!

I love a flexible man! And I have another twenty if -after I do your ass- you do mine.🥰

This won't start off seeming to make sense, but I pray it will in the end. Letting the National Enquirer publish its nonsensical and sometimes scurrilous trash is the only way to ensure the New York Times can give us "all the news that's fit to print." Thomas Jefferson said, "Our freedom depends on the freedom of the press, and that cannot be limited without being lost." While more directed to press freedom, the jump to freedom of speech is not a long one. If one of us loses the ability here to speak his mind as he sees fit, that same restriction then threatens each and all. No, this is not the public square, it is a private forum, and greater decorum might be more desirable, but -to my mind at least- not at the cost of honesty and candor, and even when it means suffering the bad manners of miscreants and bullies in our midst. Their intemperate speech simply lets us identify who and what they truly are. But be not wounded by their vitriol, nor pay them any heed, lest they come to think you care about their opinions. It is not a question of growing a tougher skin, but one of both acknowledging a shared right and of properly weighing its value in our marketplace of ideas and opinions. And without free speech how would we know who the stupid ones are?

Electricity, cable, internet - these are a few of the modern things we take for granted in this world as it has become. And these are things we miss the most when they go away and that we fail too often to remember how complex is their operation and maintenance and the armies of dedicated linemen, technicians, engineers and others who make them work, day after day, and who bring them back to us when they occasionally falter. Now add to the list - The Company of Men. And we have Radio Bob! A man who does all of this to keep this site going as a kind of sideline to his day job, and whom I also think does so as a labor of love. And so, now add Radio Bob to that list of heroes who make our world make sense and who restore to us those modern marvels we daily depend on and take for granted until their absence makes us notice. Thank you, Radio Bob, for your service and dedication to this community. You are a gift to all of us!