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Not really into the private massuer scene...much more enjoy the "is it going to happen or isn't it" dance of seeing someone at an establishment. I know there are the general rub and tug thai spas but wondering if anyone else had any good tips. I have a few to share. PM's welcome.
Thanks

Wilshire has the most action.  Century has the hottest guys.
FYI - A gent from guysspaguide started a new Discord channel to discuss the LA spa scene.
https://discord.gg/bW7E9wAM

Wilshire has the most action.  Century has the hottest guys.
FYI - A gent from guysspaguide started a new Discord channel to discuss the LA spa scene.
https://discord.gg/bW7E9wAM

Welcome Andy! Don’t be shy - tell us more about yourself!! 😁

I tried him a month or so ago - from his "Orvic" ad.
Without writing a full review - he looks like his pix, but he's prob a bit older and they're prob his best shots. We all have some pix where we say "Damn, I look good there!!" even if they sorta portray us at our most favorable.
Also - this is a flaw in my own makeup - and I think I kinda addressed this before - but I look at Orvic/Octavio's pix and I ascribe an entire type of backstory and perception of him - he seems so masculine and confident and muscular in those shots, then he comes out to meet you and .....he's just a nice ok guy .. not the exceptional specimen with all the amazing qualities I have attributed to him in my mind.
It's similar to the common LA experience of seeing a celebrity out at the mall or a restaurant. I remember one of my first celeb sightings years (and years) ago when I had first moved to LA. ...Wait. .THAT's Brooke Shields? But.. but. .she's not a glamorous divine being blinding us with her dazzling beauty .. she was just .. a .. nice Ok pretty girl.
Anyway.. PM me if you want a few more details on Orvic/Octavio.

He looks hot.
 
Also, Guy on the table got cakes.lol

He is so hot definitely will hire when I'm ready

His bf has been an escort for a while and he probably convince him to do it too since his onlyfans not making alot of money . He charged $300 an hour ,600 for 2h

Friday evening to Sunday afternoon 6k

Lucky, do you think I posted this here to get a Yelp-style description of the facilities? Come on, sister.

Damn you. Thought there would be a sequel to California King :-)

and you have no idea the joy of having a $20 tip in your hand as you look in a Mercedes and say " this one's nice, but it has over 5000 miles on it, can we get a little newer one?" used cars?

If you have status and a great corp code with a big rental co. (like National) and a friendly (ie-tippable) big location, renting as needed can also be fun. For 2 years I got mostly BMW 420 convertibles almost every week in warm weather from National for about $150/wk. New clean maintained one every week. Like a kid in a candy store picking out the lux car for the week. Some have under 100 miles. If you travel a lot even better.

Orville I'm one of those over 70+ (actually 80) that you mention and I have not intention of letting covid hinder my hiring. I have already had my first vaccination and am scheduled for my second on the 26th of this month. I've hired once during this fucking pandemic already and am scheduled with two other guys in the near future. If I get covid and die because of my hiring SO BE IT! I developed callouses on my hand when I was a teenager I'll be damned if I'm going to do it again at my age. If I die, at least, I won't die horny and frustrated and at 80 I've already had, one hell of, a great life.

Ah, yes, the Bronx. I took an American friend there one night when we were traveling in France. He kept disappearing into the dark back room, and finally I got tired and went back to the hotel. When he appeared at the hotel in the early morning hours, I saw that he no longer wore his watch--someone had slipped it off and taken it without him realizing it. Then he turned around to do something, and I said, "What happened to your pants?!" Someone had sliced the seam in the back, and taken advantage of the opening. He had walked back to the hotel through the streets of Paris unaware of how he had been buggered. He reminisced about that night for years afterwards.

I was over 50 years old and walking in Manhattan. A handsome guy in his 20s was walking near me and kept looking at me before he approached and started a conversation. After a couple minutes, he asks if I am staying at a hotel. I told him we were right near my lodging when he asked if he could use my rest room. I thought about it and decided to take the risk and told him sure. When he was done peeing, we made good use of the room. Then he was gone and I continued my day with a big smile. Who ever knew that you could get lucky just walking down the street?

When I was moving from New York to the West Coast, my neighbor upstairs knocked on my door in New York. He said he had heard I was moving. He had once spotted me at the gym, but we didn't ever interact besides that. "Well," he said, "since you are moving I thought this was my chance to tell you I have always wanted you to fuck me. Can we do that?" I responded favorably, saying maybe we could do that sometime later, expecting that it would never happen since I wasn't really interested. He was having none of that! "How about right now?, he asked. "I want you to role play my coach fucking me."
So what do you think happened next? You are right. We did it. Not sure if he was totally satisfied with my role playing, but he got what he came for.

Last with year I visited India and Sri Lanka for the first time. I had some great little sexual adventures and found men sexy and kind. There is a market for older white gay guys there. Anyway, someone messaged me on Grindr or Scruff. I happened to be free at the time and he asked if he could come to my room. I said ok. He showed up quickly. He was a cute college guy in his early 20s. He then told me that he is kinky and that I can do anything I want. I asked him about boundaries, limits, and a safe word. He said no to all of these. I'm not experienced with this but tried to figure out what I could do that would please him and not compromise me. So I pulled out a blindfold that came my plane seat and put it on him. I then held his arms over his head (on the bed) and told him not to move them. It was like bondage with no bondage. He was obedient and obviously excited. When we were done playing, I talked to him brainstorming ways to be kinky but also safe. I suggested he ask for a cell number before meeting a guy (he knew nothing personal about me) and we came up with a few more things he can do to protect himself without ruining the excitement. I didn't lecture but discussed. I learned something and I hope he is happy and healthy.

I loved your story but this was my favorite part. I often wonder if I mean anything to the men who’ve meant a lot to me. Or if an experience was as special to them as it was for me.
 
I’m glad you know yours was.

1979. I was 19. I wasn't out at all even if I knew I was gay, and I only had had one not pleasant experience with a man in his late 40s.
Finishing high school me and 2 straight close friends during summertime traveled one month by car from Milan, Italy (where we lived) with counted money, sleeping bags and tent throughout Switzerland, Germany, Holland, Luxembourg, France and back. Our last stop was Paris for 5 days. It was our reward from our parents for having had great grades at school.
 
We were always together and we had a great time. Our last day in Paris before driving straight back to Milan we decided to take one day off from each other. After walking by myself for a while (who can get bored by walking in Paris?...) having a itch I decided to take the metro and stop at Pigalle, the Red Zone of Paris. I walked mesmerized throughout the streets filled with sex shops, strip clubs, peep shows (in Milan back then there were only a bunch of sleazy porn movie theaters), porn theaters. I walked into a movie theatre and watched for the first time a gay movie. I saw that few men went back and for to the restroom, and a bit scared but excited I decided to go inside and I saw lots of action. As I was a very cute teenager they all jumped on me like bees on honey. Hot but scary! One very handsome sexy guy who started to kiss me told me "Follow me". I followed him by metro to his campus (he was an Hungarian young man in his early 20s who was studying Arts in Paris). Our English (especially his) was quite basic but we understood each other. His name was Ferenc. We arrived at the University Campus, he closed the door of his room and we spent an AMAZING couple of hours of passionate sex which I still vividly remember after 41 years! I DO remember that he was a HUNG Hungarian...and it took sometimes to accomodate him in my almost virgin ass.
We kept in touch by letters for a few years, in 1987 I even went with my then boyfriend to Budapest and we met for lunch. And then we lost touch.
 
I recently found him on Facebook, of course many years have passed by for both us, but it was very nice to realize that he had not forgotten also that beautiful experience!

When I was 22, I was starting to try and find gay sexual adventures when traveling. I was naive and pretty scared but excited. This was my first trip without family and it was a great opportunity to be naughty and explore gay opportunities. Everything was so new to me. Somehow I found a club called Heaven in London. I looked much younger than my age and I was thin and shy. Somehow I met an older guy (early 40s?) who was from Spain. He was an art dealer who procured masterpieces for museums. He took me back to his room and sweet talked me into sucking his beautiful dick. It was the first uncut dick I ever put in my mouth. He was clearly in charge and I was enjoying the experience. Suddenly, he held my head down and shot into my mouth. I then went into the bathroom and spit out his cum which made him a bit upset. I had no idea why he would care if I spit or swallowed. Nevertheless, I loved feeling desired by a stranger. This encounter made me feel more mature, sophisticated, and worldly.

My story happened when I first visited the US in 2012. I was 31 years old then. I was drinking alone at a gay bar in Vegas watching the sexy go-go boys on stage when I saw a hunky figure entered the club. He said hi to me and stood next to me. He's a well-built 24-year old Colombian-born American training as an MMA fighter. I've had three gin and tonics and he seemed friendly so I started flirting with him. I told him that he has beautiful arms. He liked that and he started flexing his biceps and even let me feel them. I told him that I wish I had my camera with me so that I could take photos of him. He asked where my camera was, which I said was in my hotel room. He then said, why don't we go back to your room. I got excited, then I got scared. I'm 5'6, slim-built while he's almost six foot tall brick of a man. I thought if he's gonna rob me, he could easily take me down and then dump my body. I told him 'great' but I needed to go to the bathroom first. I quickly exited out of the club instead but went into the wrong direction away from my hotel. I went back where I came from and there he was outside the club looking for me. He asked me why I took off. I made a lame excuse that it was late and that I remembered I have to leave early the next morning. He didn't buy that. So I told him that I didn't really know him and that I'm worried for my safety. He said that he was just horny and that he'd leave me alone after he had fucked me. Well that was the assurance I wanted to hear so I took him back to my room. I was glad I did and he stayed overnight. The next morning, we hang out all day and we even hired a car and drove to Hoover Dam. We only met that one time but to this day we're constantly keeping in touch via the social media. He indeed made my trip very memorable.

In August of 1968, I decided to spend a few days vacationing in Provincetown, on Cape Cod, at a gay guest house I had stayed at a few years earlier. On my last day there, another guest ® chatted me up. He said he was traveling with a friend (J), whose birthday it was, and he was trying to pull together a few of the guests to go to dinner to celebrate his friend's birthday; he invited me to join them. That evening eight of us from the guesthouse went to a local restaurant, and seated around a large table, I found myself next to the birthday boy. We started talking, and after a while I realized that no one else was speaking: they were all watching the two of us. We had become totally absorbed in our conversation. After dinner, we all went back to the guesthouse, and as probably everyone expected, J and I ended up in bed (our rooms turned out to be next to one another). Around 2am, I said to J, "You know, I think we are going to spend the rest of our lives together." We exchanged info and made arrangements to meet again in NYC the following weekend. The next morning J and R left to continue their travels around New England, and I went back home to Pennsylvania. The following weekend we did meet in NYC. By the end of the year, we had signed a lease on an apartment. And we have eaten dinner together on his birthday ever since.

When I graduated high school, my parents surprised me with a trip to Europe. It was a tour that my French teacher had planned for her class. I begged my parents to let me go since some of my friends were also going. The trip took placed after graduation and I had just turned 18 at the time.
 
 
 
During one of the nights in France, the kid I was sharing the room with asked me if it was ok for me to sleep alone since he wanted to spent the night at his girlfriend’s room. I was ok with the idea and I promised to keep the secret from our teacher. After he left, I went on Grindr and I started chatting with a Spanish guy who wasn’t too far away from my hotel. It was very late at night when I invited the guy to come over to my room.
 
 
 
I met the guy near the entrance of the hotel and I told him we needed to be quiet when walking to my room since everyone in that hallway was part of my tour group. We made our way back to the room and my heart was racing because I didn’t want to be caught sneaking a person into my room. We made it safely to the room and he didn’t waste any time. We kissed right away, made out and play around a lot.
 
 
 
The guy was very handsome. Over 6ft tall, muscular, dark hair and semi smooth skin. He must have been in his mid or late 30s.
 
 
 
After we grew tired of playing in the small livingroom, he took me to the bed and I bottom for him. I remembered sweating and trying not to moan so no one in the other side of the wall could hear me. He finally came on my back. I was so happy to have him in my room. He asked me if he could take a shower before leaving and I agreed. We took a shower together and he went for round 2. He was more experienced at sex than I was, and it made me crazy how good it felt having his beautiful long and thick dick inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning this time. When he was finally done, he changed, kissed me goodnight and left my room. I checked the time and it was 4am. I was so exhausted from all the sex and went straight to sleep.

It was about 7 or so years ago. My favorite cousin was giving her kid a party at water park hotel about 30 mins away. I drove out there, didn't book a room as I figured I wouldn't be staying the night since it wasn't too far to drive home. She had a hotel room booked where they prepared food, had cake & ice cream, the regular kid party stuff. I found a nice spot in the corner where I discreetly popped opened a4a hoping to find a guy near so I could make a pit stop on my way home. It just so happen at the hotel that weekend a ton of military guys where put up there before they went home. One of them sent me a "smile" and we started chatting. Both unlocked our pics, he invited me to his room. His roommate had left early as his wife had drove up to pick him up, so he had the room to himself. My predicament was figuring out how I gonna ditch my family to get up to his room.
 
The party started to head down to the water park. I thought here's my opportunity. I messaged him my plan. I stuck my phone in my pocket & followed them down. As we were about to enter the water park, I said I forgot my phone and was going back to the room for it, my aunt was still in the room, but I wasn't really going back there. I had to make a pit stop lol. As I'm walking back, I hear one of my other cousins say he was going to come with me. I pretended not to hear him, and started walking faster. As I got to the elevators I hit the button, sent him a message I'll be there in few minutes. but the elevator didn't come soon enough, so I ducked into the stairwell to dodge my cousin, i went up 5 flights to his level. Sent him another message that I was on his floor & he sent me his room number.
 
I got to his door, a little out of breath. Waited a moment to catch my breath before I knocked. He opened the door only wearing a jock strap ? he was slim muscular build, a couple tattoos. I remember him smelling really good too. He started pulling my clothes off. We started swapping BJ's, 69. Then he asked me to fuck him. I agreed.
 
He grabbed some lube out of his bag and lubed up my dick & his ass. I asked him what position he wanted to do, he said missionary, Which is one of my favorites, so I was game. He laid back, I helped lift his legs. Lined up my dick to enter him, looked him in the eyes and asked if he was ready, he nodded. He had nice deep blue eyes, you could just get lost in them. As I began to enter him, we continued to make eye contact. He let out a soft moan, I stopped and asked if he was ok, or wanted me to stop, he say to keep going. I continued to enter him, we broke eye contact. When I felt I was far enough in him, I asked him if he was still ok, he said he was. I began fuck him slowly at first, then faster, we kept making eye contact as I alternated between fast & slow hip thrusts. He was stroking his dick as I fucked him. As I got close, he wanted me to cum in him. We cummed at the same time, with dueling moans while making eye contact. I collapsed on his cum covered chest, my dick still inside him, spent.
 
We both caught our breath, I slipped my dick out of him. We cleaned ourselves up, his parents were on their way to pick him up. I had to get back down to the party. We both got dressed & said our exiting pleasantries. We both knew our paths wouldn't cross again, he lived a few hours away. I slid into the water park, they asked what took me so long, I told them I got lost & ended up in the wrong room tower. Enjoyed the rest of the party, but was hungry, I always get hungry after sex. I ate way too much of the leftover birthday cake. Drove home with a stomach ache.
 
Sorry for the long post.