In the US what is the proper locker room etiquette for an adult male? At my gym (YMCA) there are private showers with curtains but I have seen guys walk to the shower with just a towel in hand and everything hanging out. Just wondering what anyone else thought.

Restaurant etiquette

After having worked in and patronized restaurants for many years, I've noticed a decay in the behavior considered to be "acceptable." As a result, I've decided to outline what is included in proper restaurant etiquette for those ill-informed individuals who continually bend the boundaries.

SERVICE INTERACTION:
-When your server greets you and asks how you are, "coke" is not an acceptable answer. Servers are people too, and by asking how you are, a waiter is simply attempting to engage. Be human. Answer.
- Waiters and waitresses are not less intelligent than you because of where they work. Many times, they are college students who are extremely intellectual. As a result, they are well aware of your assonance. Don't make yourself look like and idiot. Be kind.
-If your food has been poorly prepared, then please, by all means, send it back. But, if you forgot to specify something or if you just don't like what you chose, it is not the responsibility of the waiter or waitress to make your mistake correct.

TIPPING:
- TIPPING IS NOT OPTIONAL. Period. Generally speaking servers make far less than minimum wage and depend on your gratuity for their income. If you don't tip, your are thieving the services you have received. You cannot choose weather or not to pay for something you have purchased, and would not expect to leave the supermarket without paying. So, pay for the service you have received. *Additionally, most servers tip busboys and other staff based on their nightly sales. As a result, your presence at a table will cost a server money. This means if you do not leave a tip, you are literally stealing from the person who served you- they will still have to pay money for your check.
-Acceptable tipping rates include: 15% or your check (before discounts) for standard service, and 20% for good service. Occasionally, for excellent service, you may decide to leave more. You should never leave less than these amounts unless you have a serious complaint with the service you received.
-Factors that should not negatively influence the amount of tip you leave include: the quality or quantity of food, the condition of the restaurant, weather or not you liked your food, how much your bill amounted to, or atmosphere. Servers cannot control these things. It's not their fault if you don't like your burger.
-If you stay at a table for an extended period of time, you should increase the amount of tip you leave. Servers make their money by serving tables. So, if you are occupying a table for an extended period of time, you are preventing them from making money. Tip appropriately.
-If you can't afford to tip, get take-out. Most restaurants offer this option. Times are tough for everyone, including the servers.

GENERAL BEHAVIOR:
-Talking loudly on your cell phone is disruptive to other patrons. Your call is not more important than other people's enjoyment.
-If there is a wait to be seated, you must wait to be seated. This is a lesson of kindergarten. You cannot cut in line simply because you "don't feel like waiting," or because you "have somewhere to be." Everyone else feels the same way you do.
-Noise levels should be kept to an appropriate indoor level for a public place.
-Profanity is disruptive. Avoid it.
-Vulgar stories should be shared at a low volume.
-Feel free to share positive experiences with staff along with negative ones. It is nice to hear good things, too.
-PAY YOUR CHECK. Restaurants remember you, and stealing is stealing.

I hope this information is helpful, and will promote good behavior.

About Grammar on here:

Why in the hell would you expect proper grammar and etiquette on a website like this where most of the men posting on here are beyond fucked up, or living in a trailer, missing teeth, and beyond fucking retarded?

Most of the people on this website are really fucking stupid. Seriously, this is the best society can offer.

You're wasting your breath... most of them can't even count, add/subtract, or even hold a job. Why the hell would you expect more from a bunch of dumbasses.

They can't even make up a confession without adding in their own stupid fantasies.

Seriously, the REAL and INTELLIGENT men are off fucking some place, not on here only wishing they were...with their sister, dog, mother, etc.

This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact.

On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. Three happy and healthy kids. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.

But there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. No, it builds over time slowly, sometimes months or a year, with little hints or actions that make me slightly aware that it is still there and there is nothing I can do but give it what it wants. That is the only way to come back down to earth and "normalcy".

The day that the demon decides is the day to force me into action would seem like any other to those around me. I sit in meetings or on calls outwardly actively engaged in what is going on, but my head is somewhere else flooded with thoughts of what is to come by days end. As my afternoon drags on, I start to put the demon's plan into motion. My cock is already rock hard under my desk as the anticipation builds. I call my wife and tell her that a big crisis has come up at work and don't expect me home in time for dinner or even maybe before she goes to bed. She would never suspect a thing as I am a high ranking corporate officer who often needs to work late or weekends. I would never stray from our vows as I am the perfect husband who is sexually satisfied at home...or am I, I really don't know?

6 o'clock rolls around and I wait for everyone else to one-by-one depart the office for the day. After seemingly all have left, I grab the nondescript gym bag that is in the corner coat locker of my office. While anyone else would assume it just contains my gym clothes, the reality is it contains the tools that the demon knows I will need to satisfy his lust. I take my bag and walk to the elevator and down to the lobby. Once in the lobby I bypass the elevators to the garage where my car sits waiting to return me to my suburban dream life, and walk straight out the front doors of my building. I turn left and walk the 2 blocks to the subway station. Instead of getting on the train that could also return me to the suburban utopia with the rest of the suited masses, I instead get on the line that takes me to a part of town that couldn't be more different than my home.

I exit the subway and night has already fallen. The sounds of the city are all around me, but I hear nothing. I have become more like a zombie possessed and oblivious to the outside world. The police and fire sirens and calls of beggars asking for change pass by my ears as if they didn't exist and I head straight to where I need to be. I turn the corner into the side alleyway and there is it, the large, black, heavy, metal door in an unmarked building is all that stands between me and the relief from the demon that I so desperately need. I ring the buzzer and and hear the familiar click that unlocks the door and allows my entry into my sanctuary.

Upon entering, I am now in the sterile 6x6 room with another door straight ahead and a bulletproof looking glass window to my left. Behind it sits a man smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be any place but here. I slide a $20 bill into the little revolving door in the window, looking past the man at the assortment of items for sale on the shelves behind him. On the ledge to my right is a big cardboard box full of condoms under a sign that says to be safe and and take as many as you need. No worries I say to myself, my bag contains all of what the demon needs. The man puts a plain white towel and a locker key into the revolving door and spins it around in my direction. I grab them hurriedly and move towards the second door which again unlocks with that familiar click as I push my way through.

Now inside the inner sanctum of the demon, I enter into the locker room. Several others are milling around and faint grunts and noise can be heard in the distance. I find my assigned locker and open it up. I disrobe from the constraints of my corporate attire and wrap the towel that barely reaches all the way around my muscular build around my waist. I open my gym bag and pull out my old gym flip flops and the smaller toiletry bag that contains my tools...a bottle of Wet lube and various condoms including several magnums just in case. I slide the flops on my feet, close and lock my locker, place the key in my small little toiletry bag and head to the shower room a few feet away.

I enter the showers and there are a few men in there. It seems as though all eyes are on my as I walked up to a showerhead. I place my bag and towel on the hook and turn on the water feeling a rush of heat pour over my body. In the corner a man is leaning against the wall while another man is on his knees servicing his cock. Another guy is standing under his showerhead stroking as he watches. I hit the lever on the soap dispenser and begin to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and asshole. I turn and see two other guys embracing, stroking each other and passionately kissing as one looks over constantly at me. I begin to stroke myself as well as my cock has risen to a mild erection as my other soap covered hand teases and pokes my asshole. Another man enters and takes the showerhead next to me and gives a nod to gauge my interest, but not yet, not the right guy just yet. I turn off my water and pat myself dry with my towel before slinging it over my shoulder, grab my bag and exiting the showers.I walk out the side door of the locker room into a hallway. Again multiple men are mulling around whether naked or with towels around them. As I walk some reach out as if trying to grab my semi-rigid cock, but I keep moving to the big glass door on my right and enter the large steam room. Words are rarely spoken to each other, it is purely signals and actions.

The steam room is like an moving mess of body parts. Men are fucking and sucking in group play that is hard to even describe. There is one handsome younger twink who is on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind while sucking on a large bear's cock. The twink is just the look that the demon likes but he is otherwise occupied. The mass of fucking and sucking is enough to rise my cock to full attention but the steam room is not where the demon wants to be satisfied. I stand in the corner for a minute and stroke myself before heading back out into the hallway. The dimness of the light really only allows for you to see more shapes and figures, not the details of the person you are passing. I continue down the hallway and the sound of the bass pumping music gets louder. Me personally in my everyday life couldn't stand this type of music, but the demon inside me loves it and sort of sways to the beat. As I turn the corner at the end of the hall I enter a maze of small rooms with sterile cots, some of the doors are closed and some with them open where single men wait for their next lover to arrive in various states of pose. Some on their knees, others standing and more lying or sitting on the cots. Some rooms already contain two or more men in a wanton state of lust, sucking and fucking every which way possible. While I get nods and signals from several of the men, I decide to push further and find an empty room to set up shop, which I finally do find a few more doors down.

I enter the room and hang my towel on the wall hook. I place my bag of tools next to the cot and take my position on my knees. Within seconds a man who I would say is about my age is standing at my door. I am not picky for my first cock and I motion for him to enter as he quickly does. Nothing is said as he drops his towel and I reach up grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly stroke him and then pull him closer and begin to lick his nice mushroom tip. I lick the underside of his cock and then dive right in taking him fully in my mouth. I suck furiously for about 2 minutes before he tenses up and I pull his cock out as he shoots his load all over my chest and the floor. He picks up his towel and turns and walks out.

The demon feels slightly better after being doused with some hot cum, but is nowhere near being satisfied. I sit on the edge of the cot and wait for the next man to catch my interest to look inside my room. As I lean back against the wall and stroke my throbbing cock, several more men stand at the doorway, but I turn my gaze away as none interest me much. Those with the proper etiquette know to then walk on to somewhere else. FInally a younger man, not really a twink, but more a jock like myself in my early twenties stops at my door. I smile and he smiles back and I motion with my head for him to come inside. He sits next to me on the cot and reaches over to grab my cock. I return the favor and grab his nice sized, not to big but just big enough, cock. We stroke each other and begin to kiss. My other hand caresses his nicely built chest. After another few minutes, he pushes me back to laying on the cot and moves his mouth to my hard dick. He begins to suck me off nice and slow, as if he was savoring every little bit of me. It feels so good but I know I need to hold out from cumming or the demon will punish me for sure. He lifts my balls and I instinctively push my ass out and bring my legs up towards my chest. He begins to lick and tongue my asshole, swirling his tongue around before plunging it inside of me then back out again, repeating for quite a while all while slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He moved back to licking the underside of my dick and slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, first one, then two and eventually three. It felt so good to feel that feeling again.I pulled him up to me and raised him to his knees sitting above his chest and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before pulling his head down towards me, kissing him and then saying into his ear that I need him inside me now. He nods in agreement and I reach down and grabbed a condom and rolled it out onto his dick. I grabbed some of my lube and drizzled it onto his cock and then squeezed a little into his hand which he instantly reached back and rubbed on my asshole and pushed inside with his fingers. He slid back down my body and pushed my legs back towards my chest and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. That initial feeling of pressure and a little pain quickly subsided as my willing hole opened up and took him into me.

He continued to pump himself into me for a few minutes as we took turns stroking my cock. It was just then that I caught the gaze of someone at the doorway and realized it was the young twink from the steam earlier. I smiled at him and ran my hands up and down my current lovers chest to then get his attention and gauge whether he was willing to have someone else join us. He shook his head yes and we both in unison motioned with our nods for the youthful guy to enter. He came over and right away kneeled on the ground next to the cot and took my cock in his mouth. I pulled at him to indicate he should get on the cot and in a 69 position with me. He quickly jumped up and straddled my face and went back to servicing my cock as the other guy continued to fuck my asshole. I lapped at his asshole for a minute doing my best to strain my neck and rim him well then he lifted his ass up higher and his cock popped right into my mouth. We sucked each other off briefly but my straining cock was dying to be inside his young twink ass. I pulled at him to grab his attention and mouthed "I want to be in you" which he nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a condom as he dismounted our 69 position and he turned around to sit on my stomach. We rolled the condom on me and then lubed up my cock and his ass. He then grabbed my cock and slid it with ease into his willing hole probably so easily from being loosened up from the pounding he took in the steam room. The three of us fucked in unison while I stroked the young twinks cock. I think with this action we all knew we would last much longer so we really picked up the pace. I started to feel a swelling in my ass and knew that my first lover was ready to blow. He continue to fuck and I saw him arching back with his eyes closed then felt one last deep push and he filled his condom up with his cum deep inside my hole. This was all I needed to finally release and I shot my load inside of my newest lover in an intense orgasm like I can't even describe. Finally the young twink shot his load, albeit not a huge load, all over my chest. The first guy pulled out of me, grabbed his towel and quickly left the room. The second guy sat on my cock still grinding a little as if to get every last drop out of me.I rubbed his cum into my chest and also rubbed his chest. He leaned down and gave me a little peck, then got up and walked out.

Right then I felt a wave of relief wash over my body. I knew the demon had been satisfied. I grabbed my towel and my small bag and headed rapidly back to the locker room, not making eye contact with any of the shadowy figures along the way. I washed off in the showers paying no mind to the men engaged in various activities around me. I went to my locker, reapplied my corporate wear making myself look just as I had when I walked in. I put my towel in the trash can near the exit of the locker room, walked toward the front entrance room and through the inner door, then dropped my locker key into the slot in the window and exited to the outside world through the heavy metal door to return to my regular life. A feeling of disgust and guilt came over me. Every time I leave I say to myself that maybe this will be the last time, but I know deep down inside, that demon is just laying dormant, waiting for his chance and maybe next month or next year he is going to show himself again and I will need to answer his call. We can try to fight our demons but all too often it is a fight you cannot win.

I confess that I am going to aggressively downvote posts who have the same 5 pictures of the same fucking girls that were posted the day before...if I wanted to see them I would go back several days. Additionally, I confess that I will downvote the cock bags who make 5 separate posts for the same fucking female, especially if it is very obviously from the same goddamn set...these flooders are on my last fucking nerve. Finally, I will also downvote any form of forum 'necromancy', why posts from 5+ years ago are being commented on as if they have any relevancy is beyond my comprehension. I know this is a sub-par community but still, forum etiquette would do you fucks some good.

Ok. I've never needed to rant on a porn site before but I have to ask something after explaining my issue.

I guess I consider myself a "normal" person that's just into porn. I occasionally jump in the chat rooms sometimes because talking with someone about some kinky stuff makes it slightly more entertaining than just viewing the kinky stuff alone (not a role player, just a descriptive chatter). I expect it to always be "I need to cum, you need to cum, lets do this." No strings attached, but for some reason there is always this game of 21 questions that everyone feels the need to force (Where do I live, Do I have a GF/Wife, Is she here now, do I have kids, etc, etc...). I am not against talking to someone if I see that by your profile we have a lot of similar tastes, but even then your personal info is not going to do anything for me, countries/states don't make me cum lol.

So... Am I missing the key rule of porn chat etiquette? Am I supposed to ask those questions too? Thanks.

ATT: All humans beings of 25 human years and up, SPECIFICALLY South Africans - Exclusive Pan-Sexual (I don't buy these sexual-orientation gerundive labels either, but as a fairly accurate generalised proclivity expectant it will have to do = or I could have said: just enjoy fucking everything thats' alive, legal and human) Hard Swing Orgy to be Hosted close to Cape Town end September 2016.

The Party is a minimum time investment of Friday night 20:00 through to Sunday morning 08:00. No popping off to feed the cat or check on the twins or blaze blunts in your Renault.

Minimum age of applicants: 25 (ish) or proof of minimum 2 year completed membership at an acknowledged Swinger Club endorsed by the Co-Hosts.

Minimum age of consideration for Fluffers, Pets or Valets is 21, non-negotiable.

Deposit upon acceptance of an invitation $1000 (excluding taxes / directives) per person. This is the maximum anyone will pay and covers everything. Yes, I really do mean everything. There are several mechanisms to earn proportional refunds. There is opportunity to receive 25% of their deposit back upon departure post-party for being part of the orientation and etiquette refresher (week prior via webcast). Any guests who are active members of MOTHERLESS.COM from application to departure will receive a 6-month Premium Membership to the site from 1 October 2016 to 31 March 2017.

*You are welcome to refer anyone to get the preamble and be put on the potential applicants list they will need to register and participate on MOTHERLESS.com. We don't read deeply into your profiles but it does give certain insights. Only people on the potential applicants list will have their applications processed.*

The setting is a kick-ass mansion which is professionally staffed and stocked. All food, alcohol, attendants, security, medical, gimps, prostitutes, media capture, sex-paraphernalia, fetish gear, raffle tickets consumables and insurance is included. One strictly controlled zone will be live-streamed to certain broadcast partners / websites. Participants have the option of enforcing certain visage censorship options. However your image rights for the prescribed event times and all profits generated from the trade thereof will be contractually leased to us for the prescribed duration of the party.

No masks, cosplay or theme ; guest-list flavour is Pan-Sexual Libertine and we reserve right of admission and omission to make sure the spread is appropriate. All attendees will participate in an online orientation. There is a compulsory ice-breaker for all guests (in the city) the week prior which does have a COSPLAY element, critical to the success of our previous endeavors. Attendance and participation in these essential mechanisms will guarantee a partial refund of the 1000 US Dollar deposit.

This is a Full Hard Swing Party with themed niches, and Pan-sexual in nature, lipsticks and dipsticks will be weeded out during selection process. No cross-species or fecal interactions, nor any juvenile titillation. Any other legal sexual proclivity is welcome for consideration and all applicants need to have at the absolute minimum tolerance for all kink indulgences. If you have boundary list as long as the League of Nations cartographers stick to chat rooms and a some-sex marriage. And your new hobby of deciding how to rebuke me for that insolence.

To paraphrase our beloved site : if it's legal and it gets you wetter than an otter's pocket or harder than genius level Sudoku - it's on. My acid test on any sexual dilemma is "What would Belladonna do?". Then do it.

Everyone may request the preamble and suspiciously question me in an irritable tone via email or this site's inbox but eventual applicants need to be authentically pan-sexual and broadly sexually tolerant and participant Being offered an opportunity to book a place isn't an immediate process so if you are one of those folk that uses that infuriating brush-off "no ping-pong mails" Don't even bother.

Be fluent in English (written and spoken) and practiced in basic swinger etiquette. There are no physical or mental trump cards so if you pride yourself on your monolithic plumbing or Sting-level Tantric skills super - pop it under "Misc". And if you reckon you're the greatest fuck on Earth then we are lucky to have you and can I get a high five while we Australian Spit-Roast an androgynous hod-carrier with "Don't untie the balloon-knot" tattooed in the small of his back? The only way on planet Earth to manipulate me is to be Harley Quinn and threaten my life if I don't fuck you to within an inch of yours. And I don't mean Margot, I mean Harley.

If you meet the age, un-undead and species requirements and can afford the cost you are welcome to apply.

Any folk who are not living locally are offered a free concierge, accommodation, city orientation and travel management package with significant discounts as an optional extra.

Pre-agreed personal boundaries, discretion, respect and personal safety are FIERCELY sovereign and enforced by our staff who are uniquely experienced in what is a very intense and volatile environment. We rely upon the accuracy of our selection process to prevent any potential unpleasantness but where there are humans, alcohol and sex there is potential jeopardy. The hosts and hubbers manage the sexual climate but from the arrival of the first paying guest until the hosts departure our man Hein is in charge and decision maker. 'n sterk, sterk mannetjie.

All monies are handled via a Trust with external auditing and transacting.

There are 16 guest spots (excluding hosts and staff), I will be looking for one hub couple who will participate free if they take on that practical prefecture for the party. There are 15 remaining Valet and Fluffer positions which are paid contractual roles.

To get preamble:

Message me on the site with friend request (it will be accepted and must stay in place until you make a decision to apply or not. I'm not in the business of harvesting chaff online so unfriend me when it suits you. The premable will be sent out once a week, each week of this month, applications open 1 September.

If you meet age requirements, can afford the cost and are excited to attend you are welcome to apply. Bribes of under 75 000 000 US Dollars will be kept as evidence for about 20 years then thrown back in your face. Rights share participation is not on sale.

Time-wasters, BullShitters, assholes, The Welsh, Scammers, Trolls, Uber-Trolls and UCAs all are welcome to engage / annoy me, just be sure to expect an answer in kind. I don't use chat apps and only use a cell phone to fake calls and look earnest when I can't watch pornography on any other human-sized device. I do not understand pacmen or code, morse the pity.

Suggestion - this is not a compulsory exercise, religious evangelism, product or company recruitment process nor is it my way to antagonise folk. Please think about it before castigating me and questioning my motives, moral fibre, family tree, breeding, choice of jai alai team to support and gene pool.

Our agenda: We like fucking and we like earning money while we fuck, on a carpet of money. If possible.

Application is free, apparently so is Willy. Which is encouraging.

RIGHT here is the requisite CLICHE:

You will know if this is for you or not, act accordingly - of you are unsure or curious follow your nose.

ALWAYS Asked Questions............

How do I know you will deliver the party you are advertising?

Nobody is going to put down 1K USD without being convinced. If you aren't confident in what you have experienced with us by decision time - reject your option to attend and say cruel and uncouth things about my partners.

Other Hosts' Site Profile names please?

My Co-Hosts are not members of this site, so yes, if you choose to pursue interest here you have to deal with me. If you don't like that send a strongly worded email complaint to my boss: "Anonymous". He is often posting on the boards here and seems involved and just a lol of fun.

Can I talk to people who have attended previous such parties of yours (and I don't mean you or any other hosts / employees you Douche-bag)?

Yes, it is part of the process for successful applicants prior to invites being distributed. Although it strikes me you are the one that is full of shit.

Are you Bill Murray?

Fuck no, I wish.

the wife and i are having our first FFM threesome with a friend of hers soon.
i was wondering if anyone knows of etiquette, or do's n dont's of a FFM threesome.
my wife has mentioned that you can't go from fucking one girl to the other without switching condoms or cleaning your dick. is this true? seems like a bit of a hassle. but why should i complain right lol.

any other similar dont's?

Can somebody describe the etiquette of getting a happy ending a massage parlor that does them? I'm not sure how it works.

I am a nudist enthusiast.

This has started more than 20 years ago, as soon as I was old enough to get into one. At first, I was just walking and gawking around, but through time, I learned the etiquette, saw it change and develop over the years, to the extent that few relationships I had, all included nudism, as our regular hobby.

Currently, I am single, and still roaming the beaches.

Through time, I learned to recognize, which women or couples, enjoy the attention, to stay away from the shy ones, first timers etc. I havent got much from it, besides eye candy, one or two hand jobs, and one single blow job, over the course of over 20 years, but many times women, and especially couples, have enjoyed watching me "play" with myself, or simply were just looking at my erection, directed towards her.

This confession is aimed at that one blow job I got, a few years back, before lockdowns and all the other shit, because, it was the sexiest moment of my entire life.

She was my age, long brown hair, beautifull, slim and tall, with long legs and small tits. Her ass was flat, but still lovely to look at. He looked a bit older. My "scanning" began, by going past them, pretty closely, and I could see I caught her attention, or it is better to say, the she saw that she caught mine, due to the state of my nether regions during that "passing by".

That was a good sign. As I located myself on a respectable distance, yet turned their way, I immediately saw her trying to show off. Another great sign, was, that she was glancing my way.

Then, it was my turn. I started "cleaning" sand from my hairy body, especially the lower parts, and she, both of them, seemed like they enjoyed it.

That was my cue, and moment later, I was talking to them, asking for sun oil, chatting them up, while she was directly looking at my hard parts. This is the part where I might mention, that I do look pretty good for a man my age, and far far better than her spouse. I guess he saw her interest too, so he invited me to sit with them, for a chat.

That chat was the best fore play I have ever had in my life. We talked normal stuff, weather, he talked sports, and such shit, but, I dont know if you ever maintaned, almost handsfree, erection for an hour, but I did that day. And she was helping, a lot, I never saw a woman with such sensual moves, her every breath was driving me crazy. Yet, I saw that they are not interested for more, so, I kept my hands to myself, and without even daring to touch myself.

At the end, they asked me if I would escort them off the beach. At that point, I have dripped so much pre cum all over my belly, that it was all sticky, and wet.

She was walking infront of us, and we were both looking at her body. She was deliberately quite a few steps infront, because, this seemed as a well played scenario.

"Isnt she beautifull?"
"Dear lord, yes, she is stunning," I answered.
"She likes you too."
Then he paused.
"She will suck your cock, if you are up for it."
Another pause.
"But not more than that."

I just nodded, with a smile on my face. To be honest, I was flabbergasted, even though I might have been hoping for something similar.

He rushed to join her, told her something, and kissed her. As soon as we got to this little, secluded part, underneath some trees, she just got on her knees, with a smile on her face.

She has done this before, they have done this before. She took me in, and started working hard. He sat a few meters to the side, for a good view. I stood there, like frozen, stunned by the situation. I warned her that I am about to cum, like a gentleman should, and she pulled my cock out, and started jerking it hard, with a cock head on her tongue, while looking straight into my eyes. Probably due to all the long "fore play" and sexual tension, I blew the biggest load of my life.

The thing that got me was, that she was still smiling, when I gathered my senses. She enjoyed it, as much as I did.

She cleaned up, and he was there, still hard, but obviously, he didnt touch himself during this act. I was confused and I asked for a phone number, but she just shook it off, with words "it was really nice".

Till this day, I think about it. Obviously, they were in a kind of a cuckold marriage (yes, they both had their rings), but what happened afterwards?

Was this a kind of a wicked fore play for them? He probably fucked her as soon as they got to their hotel. Did he call her names, for what she just did with me? What is the angle?

And, before you asked, I never saw them again. They said that they are vacationing, but still, I hoped that they will come back, at least a year, or two later.

Never saw them again, but still thinking of them, till this day.

I'm headed to the city for a wedding tonight.. And, I just cannot wait to wander off into a massage parlor for a happy ending.. I was at one once that was just great, the girl would finish me off.. Then ask, "Would you like more?" Unfortunately I never understood what she actually meant.. She was most certainly a young (20s or so) fresh off the boat.
She was sitting there straddling me and bouncing up and down, while talking to me.. My dumb vanilla ass didn't realize what was going on.. Of course, until after the place was shut down.
Anybody recommend any specific parlors in NYC that I should attend? Any experiences/etiquette/ cheat codes (up down up down left right left right..) I should know about..?

Thanks!