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If memory serves, you and HD tied so there's always that.
 
I think you are right. You could have asked, but if memory serves he dismissed the "discount" comment as him just messing with him.
It is possible he screwed up by forgetting to mention the fee, realized his mistake after he paid for the tickets, and decided to see what happened next.
That was also my thought but it was a great save. Kudos to him for concocting a great story.
Now, now. Don't sell yourself short with Denny's dates. I bet someone would pay you to take them to Outback Steakhouse or even Ruth's Chris. 
Do you think the little "cadre" even exists? 
At the end of the day, you had a great evening and great sex. Good for you! 
 
 

I read all his reviews (5) and comments which are fairly revealing. Of the two less than 5 stars, his first review a couple of years ago and didn't specify why he was only worth a one star. Even he said his pics were accurate. The other less than 5, a 3 star, mainly complained he was a good top that would drill you for an hour if that's what you wanted (well, yes). In his case he complained he got less than an hour (somewhat contradicting himself).
And one reviewer, who gave a 5 star, said while his pictures were accurate, he was more like 5'6'', since the client was 5' 8". He advertises as 5'10" so that is more than just a little exaggeration. If height is important and for me it would be as I am 5'11".
Of course you have to read the reviews together with all the other info he provides in his ad before deciding whether to contact him.

A couple of weeks ago I went on my "make up for 2020" trip and met a provider that I had been wanting to meet for years.  After we took care of business we ended up talking for a while.  He let me peek behind the curtain of what his life is like and I had no idea just how much work it is to be a provider. 
He started with showing me his, what we call at the gym "gear" and then told me how much it costs.  Although I'm not a faithful to the gym as I used to be I never used anything to give me an edge to make me bigger.  I've never been approached by a dealer either but when he told me the price I was stunned.  Then he told me about gym memberships, the diet, the clothes, and the plastic surgery and other medical expenses.  I was surprised just how much went into him being the persona of this person online.  On top of rent and a car payment he said he did well but he had his moments that things got financially strapped.  He then told me about the other ways he brings in money, like videos, worn apparel, pics, appearances and collaborations.  He told me that while it pays, it's not nearly as lucrative as one may assume. 
He had a roommate, that wasn't in the biz and that was never home.  I was surprised by that as well, I assumed he lived alone till I saw the bathroom and feminine products laying around.  He told me Vegas was starting to get as expensive as California and that his apartment was considered a decent place but not fancy. 
He was a very nice guy, and drop dead gorgeous with an amazing body.  I thanked him for giving me a new perspective.  He told me most clients don't ask and really don't care about what goes into the art of making the fantasy a reality.  I told him not many guys are talkative after our time is up.  He gave me a good bear hug and sent me on my way. 
To all the providers that make the fantasy a reality....Thank You!!!!

I use feathers, a back scratcher thing (like those head massage tools), a prostate massager if the client wants it (although I think fingers are better for prostate massage), sometimes dildos. It really depends what my client wants. 
Nothing beats a skilled pair of hands and a hard cock though. 

Panamanian Petting Zoo: When one force one's partner to pick the nuts and corn out of a bowel movement. The partner then presents the nuts and corn to in a cup or a dish. One then tosses the nuts and corn onto the bed where the partner eats them like a goat or other typical petting zoo animal. 

I'm not sure the analogy holds firm, pun intended. Having had two lakeside cottages on northern Canada, just before spring breakup, when the ice is dangerously thin, it makes all sorts of ominous noises. You don't want to test it at that time.

TRIGGER WARNING: This ain't the classiest reply to a post - it's not pretty - really, it's not.
I had to verify it in urban dictionary after the provider I met mentioned his provider friend being propositioned to do this:
Kentucky Klondike Bar: The act of freezing a bowel movement and sexually penetrating another with the frozen bowel movement. 
How to use the Term in a Sentence: I gave my man a Kentucky Klondike Bar last night for about 5 minutes. When it started to get soft I gave him a Panamanian Petting Zoo.

Would that be to non essential travellers like tourists?

I agree. We have to have some things left to our imagination. Let's not get too clinical 

Thanks for sharing your amazing adventure, @KrisParr

Mindfuck
noun
a disturbing or extremely confusing experience, in particular one that is caused by deliberate psychological manipulation.
verb
greatly confuse or psychologically disturb (someone).
 
Okay, students, let’s continue.
 
We are both spent - physically, emotionally (at least I am) and my balls are definitely drained. The slamming of hotel doors wakes us around 9.  We agree that single showers are in order and by 10, we’re on the prowl for food. Like starving.
We head over to a favorite breakfast cafe of mine, and order way too much - like pancakes and eggs and a shit load of bacon. We make small talk the whole time. Like the minute we left the hotel, the plug was pulled. No more talk about “cadre” no more flirting, no more ass grabbing, no more kissing. Actually it was helping my head get screwed back on.
We finish and arrive back at the gym parking lot. “Ni Bien Ni Mal” by Bad Bunny is playing on the radio  - jeez, the irony.
Silence.
HD stares at my stare.
He reaches his hand and pulls my head close. No tongue - just lips, soft, sweet, warm, as we both breathe the same air. Fuck.
He says he needs a minute.
Silence.
Okay, now I’m definitely paraphrasing here on out ‘cause the mindfuck is still lingering.
He starts to apologize and I tell him to stop.
He says right after we met, like pre-pandemic, he started seeing me as a potential client. And came close to buying me a drink and offering the “cadre” product. But then he said after we reconnected it was totally different. He saw me as a potential member of “cadre” and decided to pursue me in that manner. And here’s where the mindfuck really gets intense.
He said that after our “experience” he’s not sure if this is right for either of us.
What the hell are you saying, I almost scream at him!
He wanted to see if our “experience” was worthy of marketing to his clients. Apparently he checks out the men of “cadre” as any good CEO would do. But somewhere along the way (his words) the switch got flipped. He said after the shower scene (haha) he wanted to tell me the whole story, take me home and ... (he didn’t finish the sentence).
More deafening silence.
I have to piss. Too much coffee.
We go inside the gym for relief. There’s a lounge area and we settle in and continue but of course we can’t talk at all.
He says he needs to go.
I tell him the story isn’t over.
He smiles and starts walking away.
I follow outside and head to my car which is parked almost next to the Jeep. 
I get in - he pulls up, rolls down the window.
“You gonna work out tomorrow?”
Yes, I say. 
He grins and gives me the finger and drives off.
———-
I got home about 10 minutes later, and started putting all this together. No texts from HD and not sure where this is going. 
I think I need some down time. Some mindfuck ointment. 
 
Thank you, gentlemen of the Forum for your kind words,  comments and encouragement. I have to agree this might make a decent story and I never believed that truth is stranger than fiction. Until now.

HD's really putting Kris through the paces, as if concurrently vetting him and ensuring his own satisfaction. What an amazing BFE, peppered by lots of romance and mindgames. Almost like a Cold War romantic thriller mixed up with a porno. I love it!

Scoreboard: Orgasms 1-1, tied.
 
Being a former Boy Scout, I try to be prepared. With that said, my trusty little bottle of “gun oil” and a couple of Skyn condoms are close by. The kissing is deep and warm, the embrace is strong - he can bench press 230 - and damn it, my heart is tugging at me. I start fantasizing - is this a hookup? Could this turn into something? Or is it simply business as unusual. And then my dream gets interrupted when he says ...
Fuck me.
Okay, let’s stop the player right here. I don’t really want to go into details.  Well, yeah I do. But ...
The score is now 2-2.
The next thing I know it’s almost 6 a.m. and I have to piss like crazy. Guess who gets up right behind me? At least I finished before we had another contest.
I get back in bed and watching him walk across the room is about more than I can handle. This man is a Greek statue come to life and that evil fucking grin kills me.
Good morning, sir. Come here. And I do mean come, here. And he does.
Final score: 3-3.
 
Yeah, there’s more. Back in a few.

Of course Rick is still a member. I don't know about Lucky--we have never discussed this subject--but I have no interest in "kicking out members," and I doubt that he does either. He started this thread over the birthday list, which contained names of people who haven't been active here for years, and I suggested the possibility of flagging them as "inactive" so no one wastes time posting a Happy Birthday to them.

I dont really understand the "fervor" of this thread ?    There are many MORE important issues the Mods need to address....    This is much Ado about nothing.  Why not just create an In Memorium thread and place all the names in there for all of you that seem to NEED to review members no longer with us. 
OR...If you guys are that bored,  take a nap ..You are becoming morbidly OBSESSIVE.  😏

I did not anticipate this twist at all! HD wanna pimp Kris after railing him twice. Hot damn!

Yes, it was sans condom, but no, he pulled out.
Okay, so we’re on the bed, soaking up the afterglow and HD grabs a blunt from his bag. Perfect. So we share and relax and I am fighting sleep like crazy. ‘Cause after I have sex, I sleep!
HD says, “you okay?”
At this point, I’m going to switch to just plain text instead of dialogue quotes - gonna be a lot easier. This is pretty much how I remember it. Here goes.
Me-Yeah, you?
HD-You’re curious, aren’t you. I can tell.
M-Still can’t figure how a hot guy like you, who could get any man or woman, would want to spend an evening and a shit load of money on an old fart like me - makes no goddamn sense
H-I like you! You’re a cool guy - you’re smart as hell, better looking than you give yourself credit for, and we have a lot of similar interests
M-And you, my sexy friend, are full of shit (laughing)
—and now we have a long smoke-filled pause, and I’m really having a hard time staying awake—
H-True confessions?
(Oh fuck, now what?)
M-About time.
H-Selling cars is not my main source of income.
M-FBI? CIA? IRS?
H-You got me.  —  I sell experiences.
M-Dude, stop fucking with me.
H-Did you, or did you not, have an experience this evening? A fun experience.
M-Stupid question (probably shouldn’t have said that)
H-There are a lot of men, and women, who have so much fucking money, but no fun experiences or anyone to share them with. So I broker experiences.
M-(fully awake) Go on.
H-How much do you think tonight cost? Tickets, food, drinks, hotel (which was your idea) weed, etc. A grand?
M-Sounds about right.
H-What if I told you there’s at least 4-5 men, mostly closeted, who would pay 3 or 4 times that for the same “experience”?
M- 3-4 grand? No fucking way.
H-And women? Even more. Sandy Springs (nearby neighborhood) is full of closeted men, mostly, and lonely or cheating women who are always in the market for an experience. 
M-Okay, I think. So I guess the question is, how much fucking money will tonight’s experience cost me, and do you take American Express? (Heart is racing - this is starting to get really weird) (and I make some nervous laughter)
H-Goddamn it - what the hell’s wrong with you? I told you, I like you! I just fucked your brains out - which by the way was amazing. I don’t want to charge you, dumbass, I want to hire you!

I agree. We have to have some things left to our imagination. Let's not get too clinical 

So far, it's got the makings of a best seller.

I actually knew that but the feeling of being lightheaded caused unpleasant feelings for me. My father had high blood pressure and would complain of feeling light headed sometimes which always scared me. His father had died at 46 and both his brothers in their 40s from strokes. It runs in the family.

So far, it's got the makings of a best seller.

We head to the bathroom and clothes are coming off, flying everywhere. I stop and tell HD I need to piss - and he laughs and says, “me, too” and we’re both standing there like school boys at camp, crossing our “swords” pissing in the toilet. We are laughing so hard - too funny. 
Shower time.
Of course this is the first time I’ve seen all the “goods” and damn, are they ever good. HD is almost otter-quality but not too much hair - firm pecs, dark nips, and a happy trail that looks professionally sculpted. Trimmed bush, and side by side, our cocks could be twins, although his is a little darker. 
So we grab the soap and take turns lathering up, play fighting, horsing around, dropping the soap, some kissing, some stroking (as we are both fully aroused). We finally notice the shower can be a hand-held, so we screwed around with it, did a little douching for fun. And then his head drops and takes my cock in his mouth ... holy shit. And he stays, and he stays, and I can feel it brewing. “Dude, ease up” ... again, I think I’m gonna pass out - so intense; we rinse and I’m thinking we’re done; hell no, the shampoo gets opened and there’s a sea of foam - he turns me around, lifts my arms up and tells me to bend a little. 
Time out.
I am normally a top, but in the past have flipped. Well, guess what, HD made the decision for me. 
I felt him massage my hole and instinctively took a deep breath. OMG ... it was a little painful and electric at the same time. He was slow and gentle and firm and determined. I didn’t want it to end. He told me later he plays a game in his head when he fucks. He tries to go for a hundred strokes. Well, I’m sure he more than met his quota and it was amazing.
He finished and then he kisses me, and gives me a few strokes  and that’s all it took. And for some some fucking reason, we just started laughing again. Like non-stop. For me, it was a huge release (pun intended) - lots of anxiety, apprehension about the whole thing.
A little more clean up, and we grabbed the hotel-provided robes and headed to the bed.
Drained.
Glowing.
And still a little puzzled. 
He’s so damn hot, and I’m a dude old enough to be his father. What the fucking hell?
Oh yeah, there’s more.
A lot more. If not today, tomorrow.

The game. It started out as a “could-happen, but not-likely” no hitter for the first 4 innings, but turned into a sloppy clusterfuck by the 5th. Dodgers scored 8 runs on 3 hits. Yeah, it didn’t get any better winding up at 9-5. You can check it out on your own. 
During the game, we mostly just watched, bantered, and didn’t get into anything else - lots of family types sitting around us, so no grab-ass. HD got into some chatter about cars with his seat-neighbor and set up an appointment to test drive something.
The food was good, beer was cold and my bladder was not at all cooperative- men’s room was close so that helped. I swear HD must be a camel.
Okay - a little post game.  It was fireworks night but we opted to head out. We get to the “beast” Jeep. HD says, “where to, stud?” I tell him I want to go get a drink and there are plenty of bars at the Battery. We stop by “Live!” which was packed, but managed to get a drink; gay pride was well-represented; stayed long enough and left. Again, HD says, “where to” and I flash the room key card to the Omni and the look was priceless. “Motherfucker!” he roars and slams it. We grab our gear - he said he thought I was going to invite him to my place, but this is so much better. 
Hotel is a little “off” - the lobby bar was closed, no room service and wasn’t at all what I expected. I had checked in earlier when I went on my “errand” so we go up to the room. For an Omni, it was pretty basic. Once inside we headed over to the floor-to-ceiling windows - incredible view. 
And then his hand is on my ass. Squeeze.
And then his tongue is in my mouth. Delicious.
And I’m weak in the knees. Seriously. For a guy who has been with a lot of men, even a couple of top notch escorts (Victor P and Andrew J) I am beyond turned on.
But my pits smell like the lamps of Egypt. And I need to piss.
I say, “dude, I really need a shower”
HD says, “lead the way”.

I enjoy a multi episode play on TV, as long as I get to know how it ends. Kris has dropped a hint.😛

I would settle for being a fly on the wall. Lol