vivid sex dream
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Posted:Dec 29, 2023 5:38 pm
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Memorable dreams are infrequent for me, but when they come, they leave a lasting impression. For several hours after I wake up I’ll have a tough time letting go, because it felt so real. More often than not the ones that stick in my head the longest are vivid sex dreams. It’s probably because I don’t have a real sex life, so I have to dream one up!
Last night was a good example. Details are fuzzy on the “why” but in the dream I found myself forced to share a bed with a female. We talk about sleeping positions, and I agree to lay down with my back to the wall that the bed is pushed against, knowing I’ll have to roll over at some point in the night. Laying down beneath the covers, we make adjustments and seem to get settled, then the touching begins. At first it is light and innocent, but in a flash we are suddenly both naked, and she is resting on top of me. This is where my most vivid recollection begins, because this is a position I’ve enjoyed with many past lovers. Hands traveling up and down her back, I begin fondling her hips and ass, and that’s when a super strong erection really factors into the story. Adjustments are made for the sake of comfort, and then in another flash I am being guided inside a very warm, wet pussy. Still laying on my back, the female I was only supposed to spend the night sleeping next to is now grinding and rocking on top of me. Her chest is flat against mine, face buried in my neck, leaving me with an unobstructed view of her backside from the shoulders down. She has a very nice body, soft skin, and there is an intensity in her moans I do not expect. It drives me mad, feeling her weight on me, hearing her breathing, wishing I could go just a bit deeper inside her.
As with nearly all of my other sex dreams, I don’t have control of the action, I’m just observing and experiencing. I try to do things but my body never responds correctly, so I am left to see what happens next. This means I want to fuck faster, or deeper, but am unable to. It means I try to reach orgasm, and sometimes get close, but then things shift enough to halt it. I wonder what my actual sleeping form looks like at this point? Am I making lustful noises or faces? Do my hips move and pulse, mirroring the action I am dreaming of? It is intensely vivid and I am shocked when I wake from it. Disappointed as well. It’s been so long since I had this sort of interaction with a female that I already ache for it, and mourn the lack of it in my life. I guess if I can’t have it when I’m awake best to enjoy the rare moments during my sleep, because they are magnificent!
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role reversal
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Posted:Dec 20, 2023 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 1996 Views
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One of the services I offer on RentMassuer is called “role reversal” and basically gives the opportunity to massage me, instead of me massaging them. Some guys just want to get their hands all over my body, and mouth around my cock, so to be paid to have that done is a fantasy I hoped I’d be able to make into a reality. A few took advantage, believe it or not, but the most recent encounter stands out as probably the best it’s likely to ever get.
This wonderful man was a repeat who, during our first encounter had done his level best to resist putting my cock in his mouth. I believe he was trying to follow rules set between himself and his spouse. My most vivid memory is of him giving my engorged member gentle, appreciative kisses, and how wonderful that felt. This time around I wasn’t sure if I should expect more of the same, or if he would go further, I just knew he was at least going to give me some form of massage. And frankly, that alone would have been enough.
Instead of sending an Uber or something, he drove to my house and picked me up. We chatted on the way to his place, then discreetly entered his private space once we arrived. I was naked very quickly, and when he offered to smoke some marijuana with me I happily accepted. After that, it was time to get to the fun, so I lay down on the futon couch that he had unfolded and placed a sheet on, and let him begin exploring. He rubbed my shoulders and back properly, but everywhere else his touch was sensual, and it had me aroused immediately. He lingered around my ass, giving small kisses and licks to my hole, and when he finally began fondling and stroking my cock I was aching for it. From that point on, he fucking tortured me, getting me close to orgasm over and over again. Eventually I flipped over onto my back, and found myself being put through more of the same, only this time his mouth was much more involved. You can’t believe how incredible it was!
We stopped more than once for a break, to smoke a bit more, but once we started back up he was all about making my dick throb, caught on the verge of exploding. I moaned, arched my back, caressed his body with my free hand but mostly just reveled in the whole experience. To feel that admired, and to be shown the level of appreciation so thoroughly, left me delirious with joy. When the guy finally took me over the edge I couldn’t shut up about how good I felt, nor could I seem to wipe the smile from my lips. Seriously; it was the best I’d felt in a very long time.
We chatted for a while afterwards, and the conversation was easy, and fun. I was in no hurry to leave and he didn’t seem in a rush to get me out of the house. Eventually he did drive me home though, and I’m sad to say I haven’t really heard from him since, but understand that’s part of the job. People leading discreet lives are less frequent, but no less cherished when they find the time.
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you're forgetting my broken bones
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Posted:Dec 15, 2023 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2023 6:49 pm 2995 Views
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For those new to the blog, and for those who need reminding; nearly 2 / two years ago I fell from the top of a 6 / six foot ladder onto a concrete slab, resulting in a very serious injury that put me in the hospital for 10 / ten days, and from which I am still recovering. Technically I’m still rehabbing, because by most definitions I have fully recovered. That’s some news worth celebrating, and I don’t get to do much of that these days. Celebrating, that is.
My recovery was slow, and painful, but I weaned myself from painkillers just as soon as I could, and found myself able to bicycle a mile before I could walk confidently around the block. In all honesty, cycling was not recommended during rehab, but it saved me. At this point, I can confidently ride 20 / twenty miles in a day and not be so exhausted I can’t do it again the next. When I climb familiar hills I don’t have to shift down as far as I used to in order to make the trip easier, which is progress I can track and be very proud of.
When I fell, it was directly onto my right hip. Said hip decided to try and visit my pelvis, so that gives you an idea of how sever the damage was. The number of days I spent in the hospital might also clue you in. The doctor had to cut some of my leg muscles to do the surgery, so in essence I had to learn to walk again as they repaired. I went from relying heavily on a walker to crutches, then a cane for a little while. There was a large section of time when I needed one of those mobility scooters stores have available at the entrance for people with issues. If I hadn’t been in severe pain, and felt a bit embarrassed, it might have been a fun experience but I was happy to make it as quickly through the phases I just mentioned as I could.
Eventually the lure of the bike won out over being safety conscious, and that’s when my rehab really took off. Instead of placing all my weight, and therefore all the pressure on my wounded hip, I was sitting on a bike seat and working those slowly repairing legs muscles. Granted, it was different groups, but it had many alternate benefits. For the longest time I thought for sure I would walk with a limp, because I couldn’t seem to shake the habits I’d picked up while favoring my right side during recovery. Eventually those muscles developing because of the biking seemed to lend a hand, and I began to walk with more confidence. Now I do not have even the hint of a limp, but I’m still not fully recovered. There is loss of sensation, pain, and plenty of strength to still build. I don’t know that I’ll ever FULLY fully recover but the fact that I have made it as far as I have is noteworthy.
The doctor saved me by doing his job exceptionally well, and I have done the rest. Maintaining a good diet, not forcing myself into physically taxing situations that would hurt or stall my recovery, and taking rehab seriously have all been major factors. Little things like going back to filming solo adult movies for a while helped me gain back some flexibility, believe it or not, but it was and still is the biking that remains the most important aspect of my recovery. If I were having sex, I could do so with strength and confidence, but if it turned into wrestling or something on the rough end of the spectrum I’d probably still be lacking in confidence. I’ve only had a single bike accident since I the surgery, and it was minor, but I’m still frightened of what might happen if I have to jump too far, land too hard, fall on my side again, you name it. Even typing about it makes my stomach kind of turn. That sort of pain is something I fully admit I am frightened of experiencing again. So I’ll just end this paragraph and wrap things up on a good note.
The progress I’ve made is notable, and I am proud of myself for making it. Nobody has really celebrated with me, or really encouraged me along the way, so self-satisfaction is the best I can hope for. I’ll continue to heal, and make progress, no matter who is (or isn’t) watching.
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do you want to play with it for me?
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Posted:Dec 8, 2023 10:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 2660 Views
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On my birthday I decided to visit a local adult shop that is a long-standing favorite of mine. I’ve worked there, spent countless hours with anonymous people of all races, ages and genders in the glory hole booths, etc. I’d been invited by a massage , who I knew was eager to orally service me for my special day, so I agreed to meet. When I arrived I was on my bike, of course, and had to take a few moments to lock it up. While I did that, several cars pulled up, which was quite surprising at that time of day. What was even more noteworthy was the fact that 2 / two of the cars contained lone females. Making no assumptions about the reason for their presence, or their intentions, I simply saw them as the anomalies they were.
Once I went inside and made it past the front counter into the arcade, I chose a booth that I like because it has 2 / two glory holes, 1 / one of which is large enough for an ass to rest in comfortably. Even though I don’t necessarily use it, I still like the visual of it. Weird huh? Anyways, I chose that room and noticed that someone was in the booth next door, with that ass-sized hole separating us. A brief glance showed me it was 1 / one of the females I’d seen entering while I was locking up my bike, so I pulled out my cock and immediately slid it through the sizable hole. And nothing happened.
At first the disembodied voice didn’t register, but then I realized the lady in the next room was saying something to me through the wall, instead of doing anything with my cock. Pulling back, I bent down and took a more direct peek into the room, and that is when I heard her quite clearly ask if I wanted to play with my cock for her? She was holding her phone in her hand, obviously ready to record, so I flatly refused. Female or not, I wasn’t there to perform for anyone, and certainly wasn’t going to agree to help someone make adult content off of me with no compensation. So I put my cock back in my pants, found the guy I’d agreed to meet with, and let him slowly bring me to orgasm with his mouth in a different glory hole booth. While he did this, a random guy peeked in on us through said hole in the wall, and I quite enjoyed myself. He gave me what I needed and I went on with my day.
I can’t really know if the woman was recording for her personal pleasure, or to make adult content, but I am certain she had no intention of gratifying or satisfying me. She was there to use me, just like I was there to use the guy who’d invited me, but at least I was honest and up front about my intentions. He knew why he was there, and what to expect, whereas I had no idea the woman was going to record until I peeked and caught her at it. That’s shady and dishonest, so I got what I wanted from someone else. Happy Birthday to me and Boo to her!
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how long has it been?
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Posted:Dec 7, 2023 9:36 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 1835 Views
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My blog on RentMasseur has kept me occupied, leaving this one to suffer. I had no idea, until I just looked, that it had been nearly 2 / two months since I last posted. That’s crazy! Then again, I consistently max out the number of posts I can put up in a day on RM. They only allow 2 / two so that’s what I’ve been doing, which means I’ve still been writing an awful lot, but it’s almost exclusively been focused on gay massage. I suppose I could have, and should have copy/pasted those words here, but I didn’t because of the subject matter. I like my “actual” blog to have a bit more variety, and be a little less narrowly focused. So CorpusDelicious has sat mostly idle.
That’s going to change soon though. I am steadily, diligently looking for a straight job, and as soon as I achieve that I’ll probably leave RentMasseur altogether. Some might keep my number and contact me for the occasional bit of fun, but I won’t be on the site writing about the same things as I was. Instead, I’ll be here, and with my life changing there’s no telling what I’ll be writing about. My sexual energy will be mine again, and the focus will obviously not be on massaging gay men, so I’m hopeful there’ll be plenty of sexy fun stuff to read. I certainly can’t predict the future, but I can guarantee I won’t be writing much about gay massage, since that will no longer be a big part of my life.
So I guess I’m here tentatively touting a return of sorts haha. Stay tuned!
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this is not a social call
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Posted:Oct 19, 2023 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 2801 Views
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The gay massage thing has been going a bit better since ChrisSwallows and I came to an agreement and things in the house settled down. He is on RentMasseur with me as well, so he has something invested in making the situation work. It’s going pretty good.
We try to promote each other, as well as the possibility of a 4hand massage from both of us at the same time. The times we work together have been fun but trying to help each other book solo appointments doesn’t usually end well. A most recent example would be a friend that ChrisSwallows introduced me to, that is heavily religious, and obviously heavily conflicted if he’s getting naked gay massages. I do my best not to judge anyone, and was actually pretty excited to see where the session would take us, but the guy canceled. Normally I wouldn’t make a fuss, and would be less inclined because he is a “friend of a friend” but he did it in a very dramatic fashion. The shortest version I can give is that he wanted to show up for our appointment early, and attempted to contact both ChrisSwallows and I via text and phone call, but when neither of us answered he threw a tiny fit and canceled. It wasn’t that he needed to see me earlier, it was just convenient for him, but he felt we were ignoring his attempts to contact us. And I’ll tell you; to his credit ChrisSwallows WAS refraining from responding, while I was completely unaware he was calling and sending messages because I had put down my phone to eat my first meal of the day. Totally unnecessary drama, and I don’t tolerate that.
There’s actually more to this story. After a rough back-and-forth between the and I via text, ChrisSwallows came to me and shared a message he’d received. The friend/ said, among other things, that my approach and attitude were too borderline gay and that made him feel uncomfortable. My use of the endearment “love” was a particularly prickly thing for him. I call female clerks “love” and I don’t mean it in a gay or straight way, I simply like using it over ma’am or miss, just like I don’t like calling guys man, bro, friend, etc. The guy is obviously confused, conflicted and quick to judge. Typical religious person attitude, especially when you learn he holds a position of authority within the system. But I shan’t devolve into bashing for too long.
The last thing of note was his final message to me. It expressed regret, but he said something I felt smacked of either insincerity or idiocy. He claimed he set up the appointment to get to know me better. So he either has a very strange and expensive way of getting to know people, or he’s full of poop. The truth is probably something far more intriguing, and maybe even embarrassing. If you want to get to know me, do so like a normal human, and if you want to book a massage (erotic or otherwise) do so with no ulterior motives. Be a straightforward person and maybe get the results you seek, but act like a fool and incur my wrath!
Doing gay massage is a job for me. It is my business. When a person books an appointment they pay for my time, and though there might be social elements like chit chat to the interaction, it is most certainly a transaction that revolves mainly around the act of me putting my hands on them. It is supposed to be a massage, not a social engagement. How guys get that a bit twisted is beyond me.
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some things you never miss
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Posted:Oct 12, 2023 8:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 3117 Views
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While technically returning to a job in the adult industry (gay massage) does make me feel a bit of nostalgia for other times and gigs from the past, it also has me frustrated to be revisiting certain aspects. Yes, I am once again grumbling about the fakes, flakes and time wasting liars that plague the adult industry. I don’t care if you’re making movies or massaging people, there are an abundance of assholes out there just aching to mislead you into providing them endless messages, and masturbation fodder. I literally hate these fucking people and wish bad things upon them.
Thankfully it has taken a while for this to creep into the gay massage gig. For the most part, guys have been consistently honest and reliable, but lately a spate of the opposite has gotten on my nerves. Men that trade a ton of messages, make an appointment, then not only fail to keep it but also fail to cancel or even respond the day of, are a big problem. Cancellations are part of the job, and I fully accept that, but if you can’t have the decency to drop me a single line, you are a prick. And a big middle finger to the guys who ask question after question, as though pretending to get information, all the while masturbating to the exchange without any intention of following through. That sort of dishonesty isn’t just annoying, it’s pathetic, and I don’t like dealing with people like that.
But yes, it does come with the job, and soon enough these few assholes will be a memory, and new ones will be taking their place, but there will also be some legitimate sprinkled in as well. I just regret I can’t focus all of my attention on them because I am often busy wading through the fakes, flakes and time wasters. That sort of distraction is not good for my mental health, or my business. If these guys could just be honest and say all they want is to jerk off to my messages at least I’d have the opportunity to refuse, but that’s not as exciting, is it? Deception is probably the bigger turn on than anything I could type to them, but I’m unknowingly caught up in it until the person flakes, or somehow reveals themselves to be otherwise wasting my time. Or I just get a hunch and say bye bye. Regardless, it leaves me feeling several kinds of negative, and that is a sensation I do not have any nostalgia for.
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blogging with a purpose
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Posted:Oct 8, 2023 8:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 2433 Views
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There is a limit to the number of blog posts I can put up on RentMasseur and I try to exceed it every day. You’re only allowed 2 / two in a 24 / twenty four hour period, and I’m always getting notices that I’ve already done so, while apparently trying to post a 3rd / third. Yes, I like to write, but it has also greatly helped my business. I can’t tell you the number of that have found me because they were perusing blogs, not pictures.
That is extremely satisfying, because as popular as my adult blog once was (in the late 2000’s) my audience has been replete with the silent. At the height of it all I could see the views on my posts rise like a rocket, but the comment sections remained barren. Nobody disagreed, or agreed, and rare were words of support. People just lurked in the shadows, consuming, but refusing to interact. And it’s been like that ever since. No matter what I say, or how my life changes, or how long I’m gone, or what crazy shit I am going through people just don’t say a word. So it’s not very gratifying.
Except it is on RentMasseur.
Nobody leaves comments on my posts, because I don’t think that’s even allowed, but it’s not necessary. I’m not getting any direct feedback in that way, but when I do solicit a general response from people they often admit they found me because they were checking out blogs. At first I was just flattered, then I finally took a look to see what the competition was like, and discovered nearly everyone else just uses the blog section to basically post their ad for the day. They don’t share anything intimate, personal, amusing, sexy they just make a lame attempt at advertising their existence in a sea of the same. It’s no wonder my blog stands out; it has some actual substance, depth, creativity even. Plus, I write sexy stuff sometimes, and it surely must get some guys more interested in seeing me. The others are just like, “Hey, who wants to get hot and heavy tonight in Dallas?”
I am enjoying my time making up posts, and don’t find it work at all. Being creative is a joy, not a chore, and that much more fun because I know people are reading for once. I mean, I knew before, but now they’re actually talking to me about it! That’s the most gratification I’ve felt about my writing in a loooong time.
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business is... lagging
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Posted:Oct 5, 2023 5:04 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 2451 Views
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I don’t know if it is the time of year, change of season, or perhaps a combination of that and other factors I couldn’t possibly know but business has been super slow for me lately. I’ve been in the adult industry enough to expect it, but that doesn’t make NOT making any money any easier.
When I worked in adult shops there were always predictable lulls, you just never knew when they were going to happen. Some years it was during the holidays, yet the next you couldn’t stock the shelves fast enough, and people acted like they were part of a frenzy. The months following the new year are almost always slow because it is cold, everyone spent all their money on the holidays, and they’ve maybe made resolutions to abstain from certain things that brought them pleasure like drinking, drug using, gambling, or sexual proclivities they might be a bit ashamed of. So the adult industry makes their money during the holidays, hopefully, and can ride out the winter. Once spring hits and the sun comes out, libidos usually begin to awaken.
We’re coming to the end of the summer now, which means bodies and moods are shifting and changing. When you walk around cold, covered in layers you don’t feel as free and easygoing as you do when it’s hot and you maybe get to run around naked to stay cool. I get that, so I’m just biding my time and hoping the holidays have people wanting to spoil themselves via a massage from me. And since I still don’t own a vehicle I’m still dedicated to making it to my on the bike, no matter the weather. I’m ready to do it, and my pocketbook is screaming for me to.
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trying to believe the unbelievable
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Posted:Sep 22, 2023 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:46 pm 2876 Views
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Are there seriously men out there who literally don't know what a massage entails? I mean, between the definition of the word and the multitude of examples a person would have to have seen in movies and television shows throughout their life, is there really someone out there who can say they don't know "what all goes into a massage"? It seems impossible to me.
I think if you're a grown man with a decent education, who hasn't lived isolated from society all his life, you can probably get a very clear idea of (not only) what a massage is, but also what one from me might entail if you read the “about me” section on my profile at Rentmasseur. It's tough for me to believe anyone goes there looking for "just a massage" when there are so many other venues available anyways. I say drop the innocent act just long enough to realize how silly you sound when you ask what happens during a massage, and just say what you’re really looking for.
Perhaps I'm wrong, and there are people who really don't know what I'm offering, or what might happen when they see me. Mostly I just think guys want to exchange pointless messages and play with themselves to my words. That's a total waste of my time and I won't tolerate or participate in it. If you can't be HONEST with me and yourself, I'm not the masseur for you, or you're on the wrong site.
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