56harrisond

No jokes about the quality of his briefs?

This cuts both ways. I’ve had plenty of providers who pull similar shit. Like not showing up or being totally late, coming unprepared, wanting to leave early, constantly checking their phone etc.
I had one escort who wouldn’t ejaculate because he was saving it for another client later in the evening. A bit of a buzz kill.
And don’t get me started on the number of guys who I’ve seen that couldn’t sustain an erection.
My last big pet peeve- seeing an escort incall and finding out that their place is a disgusting shithole

Yeah, it’s me again. I know it’s getting old. But, I just don’t know what more do I need to say or do, to get people to do things sensibly. What kind of era are we living in right now? I don’t understand any of these clients these days.
Its the same thing I’ve rehearsed 150,00,000 times. People don’t book in advance, they don’t give me any sort of notice that a session is going to be taking place. I can literally sit around all day and all night with no appointments planned, and the minute I decide to do something like: EAT, or see a friend, someone wants to reach out to me to meet. Then we I try to plan it for any further than NOW, it’s always, “oh I can’t. I leave tomorrow.” Or some other lame overused response. Well then you should of not waited until the last minute. Do these people think we live to squeeze in their bad planning 🤷🏾‍♂️ 
 
I am so angry right now that I have only had 1 client last week: yet several texts up and down on my phone, and all the rest didn’t follow thru.  It’s very irritating and annoying. Now I have to argue and run people down for payment because I have proof on several messages, clients NAMING times for a booking, and then falling through on it (similar to how Elon Musk fell thru on Twitter..and notice how they aren’t backing down). 
 
It’s like every week I have to add another and another note to my profile: this week is, I AM NOT HOSTING SAME DAY APPOINTMENTS. People has no consideration or respect for my time or place if they think they can just call out the blue, and ask to come over when just moments ago, I didn’t even know they existed. 
 
Or, the clients who do contact once…vanish, and then come around again months later like it never happened. Then suddenly out the blue with extreme eager to meet right?? Like this one guy I told him off:

 
Do they seriously think I’m not going to notice their text from last year showing where they explicitly ignored a detailed message about specific details/questions? Like what the fuck?  
 
Where are clients learning this behavior from? I want to know that, today. Who? Who the fuck is teaching them that you set up stuff with professionals like this? Is this Midwest ignorance or is this all of America? I’m just so ready to leave my region and just go to a completely different state already. I’ve never dealt with so many stupid fucking people in such a span of time. I’ve noticed some areas seem a bit better than others, but I notice this across the board in many areas. Even some of the travelers do the same thing. They come to town, no plans or previous outreach and just expect me to be available.
I digress…it’s really sad. Then they don’t read ads so despite all the work I put in there, it don’t matter. Maybe I’m going to change my working name to: BESUREYOUHAVEREADMYADBEFOREYOUCONTACTMESOIDONTHAVETOSPENDTIMEONEXPLAININGEXACTLYWHATIEXPECTFROMYOU. Then I can advertise that I’m Russian or Ukrainian, that’s why my name is so long  🤦🏽‍♂️ 
 
Then when I talk to my outside friends about it, they’re no support. All they do is bad mouth the business (ironic huh, but no that’s not what I’m doing. I’m bad mouthing the lack of common sense, not the business) and give me no alternative except the usual. Yet, when it comes time for me to spend my money with them, they don’t stop and think about how I made it in the first place 🤔 

Depressing reading. 

I've been reading about what happens to guys who think that they are infected and seek help. The answer is nothing much!
For example: https://www.ebar.com/story.php?ch=news&sc=news&id=317808

Who told you that? For me it has nothing to do with money, but more about the fact I don’t have the luxury to sit around and be ready for appointments that I never know is going to happen.
Just think about it: if you called a family member that You’ve not seen in months or years and just said, “hey Bob, I want to come over now/in an hour. U avail?”
 
That would come off very weird and disrespectful. But that’s how MSMs looking to pay for it, pretend it’s okay. It’s not. The guy who contacted me Friday asking this, hasn’t contacted me since 2021: over a year ago. Then had the audacity to ask me to meet in the afternoon, after he didn’t show up to the last appointment.
Also: I have to once again make it clear, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with same day appointments. I have been taking same day appointments for years, and continue to do so now. It’s not same day appointments that are the issue, it’s those with LIMITED time windows, where they probably SHOULDN’T request same day appointments. Notice the title and the reference I’m making. 
 
Want a same day appointment? Great! I’m down. But this is when I’m available to do it, if someone wants the booking, same day: they need to be willing to accommodate the time I can do it. Problem is, most don’t or are unable to. Then it just leaves me like 🤷🏾‍♂️ well, if I knew you couldn’t meet any later than X time today, I would have planned accordingly. But since you just threw this request in my lap, that’s not enough time for me.

Agree!! You pick clients as much as clients pick you. You learn how to market to attract quality clients, you learn how to provide a better quality service than the average (actually that’s not difficult; there’s lots of amateurs), you learn how to get clients to come back. High quality repeat clients are your core business. Get those and you’re doing great. 

For anyone in Buffalo or Western New York, clinic on July 27 and 28, 2022. Sign up: https://apps2.health.ny.gov/doh2/applinks/cdmspr/2/counties?OpID=E443D239CC4203FCE0530A6C7C166040

If it was a great massage and a good blowjob with handsome guy then I wouldn't be concerned about the size of his penis.

I totally agree with you..he is absolutely wonderful..sexy sweet and my my my what a kisser

From personal experience I can assure you Blakethedancer measures up to what he says he is😉😛😛😛😁

Yeah, I’ve met Blakethedancer too and he’s definitely 7” and thick when he’s hard. He’s quite tall too, so it’s bigger in real life than in photos. 
The guy is incredibly sweet and looks like a god. Not for those who need to go beyond oral, but if you’re fine with that then he’s really one of the best out there. 

Not everyone's a size queen.
 

This thread needs to be pinned so future generations can read how damned foolish men are when they think only with their dicks.

Griffin Barrows


 

yes, lots of controversy re: RM reviews.....long-standing discussion here in the forum about their accuracy and the company's policies.....
this forum, and PMs with forum members, is always the best......seems like many RM reviewers are hesitant to answer inquiries....I can think of only one forum member who didn't reply at all to an inquiry I made of him....
if you are in the US, learn to use the hide-me-proxy VPN to read the text (if offered by the reviewer) of reviews beyond those yes/no questions.....a knack for reading between the lines of RM reviews is helpful (only comes with experience)......checking the join-date of reviewers and reading their own profiles (if they offer one) and their past review history can help in determining review reliability.....reviewers who have been around since before 2019 or so are usually reliable.....
still, this place is the best.......

Fung Wa Bus, (5+ hour drive): I’d arrived early. First in line. It was winter and getting dark fast in China town.
 Got on the bus and sat in the isle seat putting my jacket in the window seat to dissuade anyone from taking it should the bus be otherwise unoccupied.
 I wanted some uninterrupted nap time~ 
 Just before pushing off, this disorganized early 20’s lad struggles onto the bus~ Too many bags and out of breath he stops at my seat~ He was wearing tan pants that hung around his slender legs. He was tall and his cuffs slagged over his shoe tops~ 
  “don’t say it… please, don’t say it”: was my silent thought~ 
 I pretended to be asleep but, he stood there until finally the words fell out of his mouth: “Can I sit here~?”~
 I peeked up, my sleepy blue eyes exchanging an annoyed glance into his brown impatient eyes~ His eyelashes were so long they touched the inside of his crooked wire frame glasses~ 
 “You have to take the window seat” I grumbled hoping he didn’t have a weak bladder~
 He reached over me and began cramming his bags into the foot well and under the seat ahead~
 His cap fell off of his curly hair and into my lap~ I looked up at him somewhat disgusted~ He grabbed the hat and then apologized~ I didn’t accept the apology and it was obvious~ wondering in disbelief: did he “really” just grab his hat from my lap~? Another single thought: “Boundaries”~
 Becoming confused with his many bags. 
 I interjected: “ why don’t we arrange your bags above where there’s space so that you have some legroom and we’re not stepping on your belongings”.
 I offered this not because I was trying to be nice but, rather I was slightly annoyed by the commotion and wanted to resume napping~ 
 So… “together” we sorted out what he needed near him on the trip and positioned the rest of his household in the overhead storage~
 The bus began shaking and the air brakes hissed as the bus door closed and we rolled away from the curb~ 
 Getting comfortable again, I decided the inner arm rest would be mine but, his constant fidgeting led to his elbow knocking into my funny bone… That’s never fun at the time~
  Refusing to relinquish my claim on the armrest, he nuzzled his arm against mine~  
 I was now offended as well as annoyed and briefly contemplated the worth of the $5 ticket~ Was this a bad choice~? His sprawling slender legs assured me of the accuracy of my fears~
  I spread my knees apart to designate the leg boundaries… The Cold War begins~ 
 Some miles into our journey, his arm awkwardly comes to rest along mine, as well his left leg against my right~ 
 It feels invasive and the gentle but, the constant pressure of his limbs on me takes on a new level of agitation as the bus makes its way thru the urban obstacle course of city street pot holes and sudden braking~
 This guy is obsessed with his bags… Endless searching results in a sack. He digs in, removing another. The Paper bag comes to settle on my leg as he clumsily pulls out some flaky, buttery scooby snack~ The oil stains in the paper make me think “Day old”… privately to myself: “please get this off my pants”.
 “That’s enough…”: echoes my inner but, thundering thoughts. I can’t endure this the length of the trip~ 
 He eats, tiny crumbs everywhere, repositioning his forearm against mine when finished~ 
  With the slightest pressure, I push into his forearm… It’s enough to be noticeable~ There is no response. I advance with more pressure… There is still no reaction~
 The tires roll, the engine hums, the bus bounces up and down~ The war is on and my thoughts drift back to territorial pissings on a school bus years ago~ “Let this not end with someone putting gum in someone’s hair”, I think as I apply even more pressure to his arm~
 My efforts seem futile. So, I begin to attack from the south~ I spread my legs to maintain my position there~ This forces him to adjust himself in the chair… his knee coming to rest under mine… but, in addition, his pinky falls onto mine~
“What’s this~???”  Eye lids shut, my inner consciousness is wide open and my new awareness burns thru the dark situation with X-ray vision~ Acutely, my focus becomes fixed not only on the shared pressure points but, his pinky~ 
 I peek ever so slightly and see his slender finger resting upon mine. Darker skin, pink border around the cuticle, neatly groomed nails… his personal hygiene is as well thought out as his take over of the seat he occupies and mine~ 
 Curiosity overcomes annoyance. It’s become a game of paper-scissors-rock~
 My turn again: I push my little finger under his just a wee tad~ Gees that engine sounds loud suddenly but, the thin sheets of silence between us unfold one by one~ Paper covers rock~ 
 The night has fallen and the game has changed but, uncertainty is in the air~
 One… two… three~ He moves slightly and in this opportunity, I remove my arm from the rest, my pinky is free and for a split second there seems to be a relief but, in our mutual regrouping, I drop my arm down and it comes to against his leg, my pinky resting on top of his thigh~ Unintentionally profound at the moment~ It’s a tie~ 
 Seconds roll by like boulders on the road… each time the bus hits one, there is the hand to leg reconnection~ His upper body leans into the window… The soft curls of his brown hair leave tracks in the condensation  of his breath against the pane and with a slight twist of his shoulder, his legs moves into me… My hand unmistakably open-palmed, comes to rest on his thigh~
  The hum of the engine and soft rocking of the bus disappears under my rapid heart beat~ It gives me a hard on~ 
 The flags have moved and the front lines along with them~ A scrummage has taken form~ 
 I advance my play… a single, gentle and nearly indistinct “petting” is returned by an equally gentle slide of his thigh under my fingertips~ A wetness forms in my briefs and I can feel it~ The liquid bollus collects into a tear that moves from behind my balls, up the length of my cock and ejects like a pellet thru the slit of my cherry head~ The movement of the bus amplifies it ten fold~ 
 In nearly slow motion, my fingers embrace the muscles in his thigh… it’s an easy but confident “hug”…  he lifts his leg into my advance~ 
 For whatever reason, I’m still clinging to the tactic of pretending to be asleep~ 
 Turning my head and peeking thru my eye lashes, I see the other patrons are sleeping, or perhaps pretending to be~ 
 With courage and a deep sigh, I shift myself… my hand becomes familiar with his inner thigh~ The tension in my pants is excruciating~ 
 In his “pretend” sleep, he extends his legs thru the crap he’s stored under the chair in front of him… we are back to pinky play and now there is the distinct roundness of his left nut under my finger tip… I’ve forgotten about gum and was thinking that this was not really like the school bus journeys of days gone by~ This continues on instead reminiscent of a miniature petting zoo where I start out with a baby piglet but, then ambitiously go on the hunt for a hungry giraffe~
   What progressed over the miles earlier seemed to now be navigated my the sway of the bus… my hand spread out like an octopus over the entirety of his crotch~ 
 Looking over toward him, those soft curls, long eyelashes… light brown skin, nostrils slightly flared… his lips were moist… they seemed barely to touch… I could see where he missed shaving~ 
 Wondering where the limit might be, my fingers instinctively navigated to the button fastening his pants~ 
 This motivated him to move completely~ The ball seemed to have been blocked from its goal and the game now over, but, he then reached down into one of the bags between his feet, rummaging around and finally pulling out a large coat, not for the winter chill but, the heat of the moment~
 Carefully, he wrapped himself in the coat, draping an open end over my leg and arm~
 Hidden under the muse of his creative mind, my hand traveled back across the hill of his thigh, along the inner curves of his leg, turning up the highway toward the highland where there seemed a park… opening the gate, I found a forest within.
 Aha~! I’d found the home of the giraffe~ 
 The petting zoo was open and I’d found a friend~ I entered… 
  His fur was wet and soft like a lamb… an innocent giraffe lamb~ “My” innocent giraffe lamb~
 The neck of the beast was long, slender… firm and it bent outward~
 So hungry it was that copious amounts of slippery dew spilt out lubricating my hand~ I could almost not help but to slide up and down his length~ 
 His plump veins pulsed under my fingertips… the velvet curves of his flesh helmet filled in the gaps between my fingers~ His heat radiated through my hand… The window was dripping with condensation~ 
 In an effort to be stealthy but, none the less full of intention, my fist throttled his caramel meat… Slow…. Steady… long stokes… his body involuntarily melting into my grip~ So wet… So warm~ 
The bus took a sudden turn off the highway…  I felt the beast thicken in my hand… looking over, the blue of my eyes spilt into the brown of his… our glances met and in single second, I felt the tip of his cock split open under my finger tips… a flood of semen cascaded into my hand~ I felt the fabric of his pants get wet~ 
 The moment over came me as did the tension under my buttoned pants… The bus hit a pot hole, my nipples brushed against my shirt… and holding the wetness of his cock, at that precise moment, I felt my face become flushed, my heart pound, my pupils dilate: Release~ 
 The light switched on in the bus:”We’ve reached the rest stop and food oasis. Please be back on the bus in fifteen minutes”~
 Our pants were visibly wet~ Stained~ The scent of semen in the air~ How could people not smell this I wondered~?
  “I think I will get a burger and use the bathroom”, he says in a shy but, friendly voice~ 
 “Yes… of course~ Me as well”~ 
 Jackets wrapped around our waists, we headed into the oasis~ 
 Quiet conversation followed later on the bus: He is a young professional, engaged to be married~ Intelligent and full of ambition, his experience in life is only beginning~ This was his first encounter with another man~
 We exchanged philosophy regarding human sexuality and private interests but no numbers~
 The bus finally stopped, the door released its hydraulic pressure in a single, explosive burst… “Pshhhhhhhht~!” He walked out of the open door and into open arms, glasses still crooked, long eyelashes sweeping the inside of the lenses~ This boy and his many bags~ A Beautiful boy~ A magical moment~ 
  I saved the five dollar ticket~
  
 
 
 
 
  

Don’t be ridiculous…..we’re gay men. 
You know damn well, anyone over 29….is ancient!

I'd act pretty quick because he told me he's about to move in the next week or so. 
But yeah, Blake was BEYOND sweet. I had such a good time with him, he has such a welcoming presence. Definitely on the high end of what he provides, but for me it was worth it. 

I have become friends with Blake and we communicate a couple of times a week and I just met him the first week in April when he was in Columbus. He travels a lot because he is in fact an international dancer with a male strip group.They fly this guy everywhere. It is true was the one reviewer said he does not provide anal  or kissing.What he really provides is an erotic massage and it is exceptional. It is on a bed, not a table. He will lay directly right on top of you and use his whole body which is an absolute delight. I think he has not been doing this too long because he was not aware of the site rentmasseur, only rentmen. We spent some time together after the allotted time and I showed him the other site and a couple of others and I explained to him how he might do better there because that is what he offers.The bottom line is he is charming and sweet and hot as hell. I can certainly see why they fly him everywhere. Give yourself a favor and follow him on his Twitter account where he constantly exposes his cockIn everyyour line bathroom when on the flights.His Twitter handle is dreamytrainer. That is also his handle for his only fans account.I know many of you are going to want to thank me for this and I will wait those responses. Lol have a beautiful day
 

The pictures are great….but he is a straight guy that just wants you to worship. I’m not spending any amount to be told no over and over if I cross a boundary. That’s just an exercise in frustration!

Underwear in general. Where its on of off the guy. Even just showing the band when they lift thier shirt 🥵
Oooo and the underwear aisle when i was a teen haha

A young stripper or escort who says he maximizes his Roth IRA contributions