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Just to keep it simple
menforum.org (a play on M4M)

Just to keep it simple
menforum.org (a play on M4M)

Just to keep it simple
menforum.org (a play on M4M)

$50
My parents, sister and I buy scratch off tickets every christmas for stocking stuffers and one year my sister decided to buy my mom a $20 ticket and she won $1,200 on it

https://www.machotube.tv/es/movies/2277251/nurse-gives-a-physical

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~
  
 
 
 
 
  

I'll say. The memorable part for me was the shower scene with Ben Afleck's endowment on full display!

This is usually what I’m inevitably getting lol Even though I don’t plan it. As soon as masseur concentrate on my butt it’s all goes downhill 😝 I just hope that I get massage for the rest of my body beforehand. Oh well, I’m not gonna complain about that. 

What about an excellent massage with lots of extras and fuck?...😃

A couple of people have messaged me privately to ask how the trip went, so I’m updating this here. It was absolutely marvelous! We spent a week in Hawaii, had an amazing time and the masseur who accompanied me is wonderful!!!! So much so that I plan to do it with him again as soon as my schedule permits, and he said he’d love to Join me again.  I’m so glad I did it!!!

Wonderful idea @Rocca. I say Go for it, provided you can afford the costly trip. A week in Maui with an obliging masseur sounds terrific. But as others have said, you must be explicit and detailed about what you are offering to him.
 
FWIW I once took a swimming coach away with me, not to Maui but to an equally lovely longhaul destination. The coach was fit, mid 20s and had a very good body. I had a real crush on him so I took him out for coffee or lunch after lessons 2x a week. After a few weeks, we were showering together after the lesson when he suggested I would enjoy using the sauna (he serviced me orally and I gave him a handjob). That became an enjoyable routine.
 
When I thought about going away for some Winter sun, I asked him out for dinner to discuss my idea. Luckily I had thought out all the details (as previously I’d hired fit young men for trips). I told him I’d pay for the flights and the hotel as well as all the meals and drinks, and I said I’d want a lesson each day before breakfast and again probably late afternoon. I emphasised we’d have breakfast together and then he’d be free for most of the day until we had the 2nd lesson and dinner together.
 
He was interested and asked questions. I was a bit surprised at his questions. He didn’t mention money. He did ask if he’d have his own room. I said No, we‘d share a room. And added that the hotel beds are king sized. He asked me if I was gay and I said I was. He then asked about sex. And I said I enjoyed getting oral to completion, and I liked seeing him come…and I was totally OK if that was all he wanted to do. (I’d met some of his friends and they all seemed very fit and str8). I did spell out that I enjoyed having sex every night.
 
He agreed there and then. But I followed up with a phone call the next day to confirm the dates etc. Again he didn’t ask about money. He did say he was a little worried that he didn’t have the right clothes for a 5* hotel. So I took him shopping which was good fun. I then raised the question of money. He asked if I was really going to pay for everything and when I confirmed that, he said I won’t need $$$ as it’s totally free.
 
Overall, we had a really great time on the trip. He was excited on the flight out and he seemed relaxed at the hotel (where they knew I was gay and obviously saw him as my young man). He did spend almost all the time with me. He worked out in the gym every day but wanted to come with me on excursions and hikes.
 
He initiated sex the first night and told me we could try more than the usual stuff. During the week, I got him to bottom 2x for me but I had the feeling he really wasn’t into it, so I told him full oral was just fine for me. During our last breakfast, I told him I’d had a good time with him. He countered that it had been his best vacation ever, and he’d had an amazing time with me. I raised the topic of money but he commented he hadn’t been able to spend any and “we had the best food” all week. I knew his income was small and erratic, so when we got back to the room to pack, I insisted on giving him $1000. He refused the $$$ but was so grateful when I insisted, that we had good sex to end the vacation on a high.

Previous discussion 
 

Some years back, on a business trip, a  guy I met on Grindr came over to my hotel room just to give me a BJ.  I had to be on a conference call but he wanted to do it right then.  It was really difficult not to moan.  He would slow down, let me get a bit soft, then tease me again.  I was rock fucking hard and when I came I had to mute and anyone in the hallway must have known what was going on.  He swallowed my load, and walked out the door.  I had to stop breathing heavy when they came to me on the phone.  

https://www.xvideos.com/video49962649/horny_naked_jock_gets_a_naughty_massage
 
Nice package and explosion

I agree with both previous posts.
If you check the reviews for some guys on RentMasseur they show rates paid as 300-500 even! And that's for 60 or 90 minutes mostly; occasionally for 120 minutes. I assume that includes tip.  Definitely escort territory.  

I agree. I keep getting the escort vibe more and more with their ads. And it shows in their rates . I notice more ads in the  $180 - $300  range popping up which is ridiculous for a massage. 

Really frustrated of guys advertising in rentmasseur when they really should be advertising in rentmen.
Why do they do it? Obviously if I'm looking for an escort I would go to rentmen.
If I'm looking for a masseur with some sensual / erotic aspect rentmasseur is the place to look.

Thanks!  This is the longest and most overwhelming (in a good way!) post I've ever encountered on this forum!

Also odd that his first private pic is a selfie with himself clothed with a client butt nekkid laying face down on his table behind him

I'd gladly massage that client. Great assets

Time to post favorites?
This is one of mine:
https://www.icegaytube.tv/movies/1879791/johnny-gets-massaged

ooooh, that penis ravine...it's nice...hahaha

Face...in his private pics

Had my first session with Van today. Strong and skilled. Handsome and fit guy.  Chose the sensual massage option, nude from the start, MT and HE included.  I will definitely repeat. 

I've slowed down considerably of late and will likely have to wait until my wrist is completely healed.