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If he's a fat guy who thinks he's muscled I must be a muscled guy who thinks he's fat...lol

I imagine one answer may be respectful, considerate and dependable clients.

Then there’s the providers who won’t consider an appointment booked until they see your picture beforehand. There seems to be no universal approach!

I’ve always felt this goes both ways. Both for client and escort. Over the years I have striven to maintain my looks, such as they are. This means eating well, exercising well, getting enough sleep, not taking drugs and drinking moderately. Sticking with this regime over many decades, I have been able to maintain my weight in a narrow range, avoided looking older than my years and in fact feel pretty good about my looks at 73. I look for the same in an escort. As I age, the age of escorts I will hire has kept pace. I still want someone younger than myself but anywhere between late 20’s to late 40’s is fine with me, depending on their looks of course. I feel you can read a lot in a person’s face, rather than just their body. If they have abused their bodies, the face will usually tell. Minding of course whether they have had recourse to cosmetic surgery .

@MrMattBig – a regular Emily Brontë there

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

Bottom line, it's not how old you are, but how old you LOOK.
 
Self-care... It's a real thing. Especially when you're in a looks-based biz

Bottom line, it's not how old you are, but how old you LOOK.
 
Self-care... It's a real thing. Especially when you're in a looks-based biz

This is insightful. I never use the tactic of using negatively affirming questions to disqualify a guy I haven't met before, it just seems a bit too passive aggressive to me. I'd rather ask a guy if he likes to top because I want to know if he's going to enjoy doing it, instead of just going through the motions. Or if discussing kinkier options, it seems more productive to be direct instead of expecting the other guy to read my mind. Again, it's more about determining if there is mutual interest in that direction or not. But I would ask first about availability and rates, that would seem to go a long way for assuring that I'm serious about setting something up and not just asking questions for fapping material.

In terms of asking questions, I like when a client tells me what they are looking for, so in phrasing from the client " I am into/looking for xyz..." Preferred over from the client "what are into? Are you xyz?..." I am supposed to show you a good time so it's better that I know more from what you are looking for instead of just asking what I like. Additionally, in theme of the time waster subject of this thread some inquiring clients ask negatively affirming questions or use the omission for an interest by just forgetting to mention it as a disqualification. For example, some ask if I pnp, not because they are looking for it but because if you say yes it's a deal breaker...or asking if I bottom...not because they are looking for that but because they don't want someone who is willing to bottom and really want a top...or asking what I'm into and I'll list top, bottom, kissing, oral...a d they reply back "oh I was looking for rimming too, sorry I'm gonna pass" even tho I am into rimming as long as everything is clean.
 
Keep asking questions, but don't be afraid to describe yourself out there too!

When hiring for a BFE, I want to know that the experience is going to be compatible for me. That requires some level of communication. If a provider is unwilling to do that, that’s kind of sad. I don’t think asking some questions, especially if you’re asking for kink or role play components makes you a time waster. When I’m shelling out multiple thousands of dollars, I want to know what I’m getting. Anyone can post a pretty picture online...

There's no steadfast way to stereotype anything, including time wasters. The easy rule of thumb to go by is if a million inquiries are being thrown out there from the get-go from a client, THEY AREN'T GOING TO HIRE YOU. That's why so many providers specifically list "no time wasters" in their ad. Ask for the bare minimum to get your point across for a meet-up, then wear the bare minimum when you meet.

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

The first cum I tasted was my own at the age of 15 when I discovered I could suck myself off. I was very flexible at that age and was able to do this until I was 25. Now it’s enough effort to tie my shoes. But yes, I love swallowing a top’s cum and the whole snowball thing too if they are into it. Yum.

I had a tangentially related serendipitous meet yesterday afternoon.
I called for an Uber to take me from my office to my hotel and two different guys cancelled - I’ve never had this happen (especially standing on the sidewalk freezing my tits off.)
The third guy popped up and called me to confirm my destination - a little unusual but I didn’t think anything about it.
He pulled up, I got in and he looked vaguely familiar from the back... cute young guy. I chatted him up and he seemed really familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
We talked the whole way to my hotel and I was certain we’d met but just couldn’t remember where. When I got settled I started looking at RM profiles and spotted him - we had met for a couple of hours a few weeks prior. His Uber name was the same as that he’d shared with me.
I texted him on his RM number “Hey, how’s it going... by any chance do you drive an Uber?”
It was him... he dropped me off at my same hotel we had met at prior. I figured it was meant to be and asked him back over for another visit. We had a chuckle and good romp, followed by promises of discretion.
 
Small world.

I love this thread! Just discovered it.
 
I’ve had a few experiences.. some better than others. The first time I was young and scared and the room service attendant was even more young and scared. I had an issue with the hotel and they deliver so,e free alcohol to my room. He came up and we sort of eyed each other. I then told him I was going to order room service to see if he would come back. He did and I answered with a full raging boner. He just watched me stroke but I never came. He was too nervous. But, that incident taught me a valuable lesson—these things happen and to be prepared to act!
 
After that, I was a bit more aggressive and open. In one instance, I was at an airline club (international first class lounge). I left to use the bathroom in the terminal because I was tipsy and want to cruise the bathroom lol. The lounge attendant showed up and we started stroking. He said let’s go to my office and he sucked me at his office in the terminal. I asked him how he knew. He said, please, you have champagne in the lounge and a clean bathroom and you leave the lounge to go the bathroom? Clearly you are looking for action! I thought that was a riot.
 
Another time, I was at a hotel in Dallas and the bellman insisted on taking my luggage. It was an ok hotel. He was Latino and cute. I got the hint. He rubbed his crotch on the elevator and when we got to my room he dropped to his knees and blew me. I was a bit in shock, but I booked that hotel 2 more times and it only happened again one other time and the other time he wasn’t there.
 
Another time, I was checking in at a hotel in Mobile and the manager gave me his card and said call anytime like someone described I’m an earlier post. He was much older than me and a big belly and I was super horny. I went to the lobby restroom and he came in and said go to your room. I did as I was told and he blew me! Something sort of similar happened with the night manager at a hotel in Pittsburgh.
 
Another time, a maintenance man in Boston was in the hallway and he was deaf. We exchanged glances. Longer than usual. I went into my room and sort of left the door ajar. He came in and blew me. It was hot!
 
Recently, was at a very upscale hotel in South Beach. Got room service. He had braces like in an earlier post. He was super hot. I rubbed my crotch—the universal sign for I’m horny. He pulled his big cock out and I sucked it. Huge load. It was so hot. I was hoping he’d come back later but it didn’t happen.
 
Two weeks ago, I was in Columbus. A mail maid was across the hall and I was leaving for a meeting and I immediately got the look. He started asking me where I was from, etc. I said I have to go but I’ll be back around 2. I got back earlier and had to check out and I couldn’t find him. He wasn’t that hot but the scene makes up for it lol.
 
Does this make me a slut? Lol

This is a true story.
 
I really get turned on by the thought of an encounter at a public restroom. But I'm not super hung and usually do a quick piss and zip.
 
So I was recently at this corporate retreat with many other executives (I'm the youngest at my company). It was one of those secluded resorts in the middle of a forest.
 
We had been there for a few days already and always ended the night at the resort bar. On the final night, I was a little buzzed from dinner. I went to the bar but didn't really feel like drinking. I did need to take a piss though so I went to the nearby restroom.
 
I ended up at the urinal next to one of the cute Latino staffers (I could tell he worked there because he had a uniform on). We both were there longer than a normal piss would be. And we gave each other glances.
 
His coworker came in and they started chatting so I zipped up. I couldn't shake the feeling so I sat outside on the coach. The coworker exited but the guy hadn't. I waited another minute or two and the guy still hadn't come out yet.
 
So I went back in to see where he was. Unfortunately he was at the mirror checking out his teeth. So I was bummed out but went into the stall because I didn't want to look like a creep.
 
Then I realized he moved back to urinals. I peeked out of the stall and he was stroking his dick. I motioned him over and we started stroking.
 
My building was just one over so I told him to meet me at my room. I took the outside path and he took the hallway. I sucked his 7" cock to completion in my room. He was young -- maybe 21 or 22 -- and had braces (which why he was checking out his teeth). We decided it was best that he not suck me off lol. I wish it wasn't the last night.

Well, clearly

Interesting think just happened. Caveat: I am admittedly not young nor a looker. However, I just checked into a hotel here in the middle of nowhere Ohio. Guy who checked me in was very nice and welcoming. He wrote his name on the envelope with my room card and told me to call him directly if I had any issues with my room or during my stay. I called the front desk to inquire about where the ice machine was located. He volunteered to bring me some to my room. I had just changed into my PJ's and had taken a much needed and raging piss when he knocks at the door. I go to answer, and have a noticeable wet stain that garners his attention. He brought in the ice and a couple bottles of water. I thanked him and turned to pull a couple bucks from my wallet for a tip. When I turn back around, he drops to his knees, pulls out my cock, and nose dives all the way to my pubes. He had serious skills and I didn't last long. After taking my load in short order, he stands, says have a good evening, and walks out the door. Great end to the day!

Lol, too fun.
I just chatted up “Manny” who brought a chicken Caesar salad to my room.
Twenty-five’ish, tall, cute Latin room service guy. Really nice and chatty but no vibe whatsoever.
When the conversation was running into the ground I asked if he wanted me to call him to get the tray when I was finished: “Just put it in the hall and call the front desk and they will send someone.”
 
Tomorrow night I’m opening the door in a bathrobe.

I've made one Freudian slip which had a surprising ending. Ordered room service at a Marriott in LA late in the evening, literally 5 minutes before they were to close service. I had just checked in, ordered, and then hopped into the shower. I ordered way too much food and a bottle of wine. My computer was up and on the desk, my bottle of lube sitting out on the nightstand in anticipation of a post dinner wank session. My screensaver was of a sexy half naked guy. I had just stepped out of the shower in a bathrobe when food arrived, I open the door, and tell this handsome young latino man to put the tray on the desk, of which my computer with said screensaver is taking up space. He moves the computer out of the way, turns to hand me the bill to sign, and I catch sight of what he saw. I was a tad embarrassed at my foolishness. He comments that I "just got in under the wire for room service, as the kitchen was closing and his shift was over." I decide to give him an additional tip and thanked him for squeezing my order in, mentioning I ordered too much food. He offered to open the bottle of wine which I then offer him a glass of as well as to stay and share in my meal. He was initially hesitant and comments that it looks like I was settling in for the night. In what was a very bold move for me, I told him the company would be welcomed. We shared the meal and the wine with conversation friendly and a bit playful. After we finished he thanks me for saving him from grabbing take out on the way home and helping him "unwind" after a long day. In it to win it at this point, I offered him the chance to take a shower also. He agrees, shyly removes his clothes and hops in while I clean up from dinner. I pop my head in to the bathroom and offer to wash his backside. He grins and tells me he appreciates me being so kind. Well, one long shower led to one long romp in the hay. After two orgasms on my part and working up a sweat requiring another shower for us both, we parted ways just after 3 in the morning. I slept with a smile on my face and missed my morning meeting the next day which was oh so worth it.

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

Me too. I especially look for escorts who are watersports tops. That and other stuff too, of course. But watersports is always something I enjoy as part of the action. I always tell them to drink lots of water before our appointment. And then I make sure to have some on hand to keep things going.

Definitely into water sports ?

Mostly

 
It they're into drinking piss, of course they swallow. That's their fetish. It's a separate, but related, fetish from enjoying being peed on or peeing on others. And I would say that being a feeder is a different fetish from being a drinker.