RockHardNYC

As long as there are TROLLs, I better enjoy teaching the STUPID ones. Ring! Ring! Ring! Class is in session my little drooling cuntlings. Before we start, mop up all this drool. We don't want scabby-knees to get more infections as she makes her cock-sucking rounds. The herpes in that mouth is killing her, and now she's got stents. Here's a newsflash: The troll Larstrup drinks when she posts. Alcohol and drugs tend to affect one's mind. Here's another news flash: The photos are mine. They have always been mine. I created them. I own the copyright to them. As their owner, I get to decide when they are no longer available on the internet. Anyone with a brain who has ever paid attention to me in the last decade knows that I don't leave my photos "live" on the internet indefinitely. The cunts in this group, we all know who you are, get a big fat F for this class. And a final newsflash: I have no idea who the fuck corymonroe is. However, I agree with every single word he wrote. Scabbyknees is a TROLL addict. If you think disease is entertaining, then I guess you'll feel fortunate to be stuck with this one.

Unfortunately, you permit TROLLs to set up house on your board. As long as this continues, the TROLL addicts will dominate every thread. That's what TROLLs do.

Thank you.

Fucking LOL! It doesn't get more laughable than this. Newsflash: The scabby-kneeded insatiable cocksucker at sex parties judges the company others keep. Classic TROLL! Fucking stupid, too. Just like Trump.

And that's precisely what TROLLs do, @Latbear4blk. The minute you call them on their troll shit, they turn around and call you a hypocrite. LOL! It doesn't get any more classic than this. MsAnn is a certified TROLL. She's found her kinship on this board for sure! She's one of the biggest hypocrites on the boards. Breaking all the rules of decorum and then cloaking herself in her self-made drag dress of righteousness. The two TROLLs deserve each other.

It's always good to hear from you, Lucky. I'm looking forward to catching up on the PS Event posts. If you decided to travel with me, Lucky, I sincerely doubt you would ever use the word "stuffy" to describe the experience. When I hear the word stuffy, I think of uptight, overwrought service in a cloud of cigar smoker types. A diplomat's hotel. That's not my scene. I like to go where the good-looking gays want to work. Where attention to detail offers a workplace thrill and the tippers are notoriously generous. The photos were purposefully degraded for this venue. There is no way a compromised iPhone JPEG is going to show the grandeur one sees when one visits in person. I can see where some gay guys might be frightened of the "old lady" guest. I never mind running into Catherine Deneuve, Olivia de Havilland, or Diahann Carroll in my travels. I happen to cherish the company and refined taste of some older people, especially when they know more than I know about life and style. Yes, "sun, shower, sex, shower, sleep! That's a vacation!" It's true. But I wasn't on vacation. I was mixing a lot of business with a modest bit of pleasure.

I've always had a robust work ethic. In my family tree, there exists a strong entrepreneurial gene. I began my career by working in corporate, but it was a creative position, fueled by how much talent one was willing to share. At a certain point (it took many years), I realized I could do this work on my own, make more money, and be happier answering only to myself and those who employed my services. I almost never complain about my career choices. Friends in my circle know how grateful I am for the opportunities I've had and continue to have.

Their fascination/obsession with me is amazing. But truly sad. They're heavily invested in their belief that I'm a liar. Even more sad. I gave Oz permission to reveal my IP address for this thread. When you post on the internet from a hotel in Europe, you can't block the IP address. The EU rules regarding the internet are much stricter. Oz remains free to reveal the IP address location of this thread and Lucky's "Hi RockHard!" thread that I answered on the same day. If someone truly wants proof that I was in Europe when I posted, Oz has the proof. (I certainly don't blame Oz for having better things to do. What's the point of feeding these trolls, anyway? Frankly, nothing will serve as proof to these assholes, so why should Oz waste his time? At least I'm on record granting him permission.) The TROLLs can go fuck themselves.

As per usual, the TROLLs are hungry for their attention-feeding. I've been away for a long time. I think I'll just put them on "ignore" for now. Troublesome, needy critters. I don't have a lot of free time just yet. Still unpacking. Still receiving shipments. Still calculating the bookkeeping, my least favorite part of travel. When I find time, I'll respond to the non-TROLL posts in the order they appeared. You're welcome. In the original post, there were seven hotels featured in the photos, split between two countries. I apologize if the writing did not make that clear. While I was happy to share my personal images for a limited amount of time, I do not want to offer precise names and locations on this board, for the sake of privacy. On the other hand, if you're not a troll and you are seeking specific travel advice, feel free to PM me. I'm happy to give feedback and offer input whenever possible. Immediately after the monsoon style rainfall that prompted this thread, summer arrived in Europe. Apparently, some low front over Germany caused record high temperatures for April. For a solid two weeks straight, it was sunny, clear blue skies, with highs in the 80's. Not exactly the weather I was hoping for, but it did mean removing more clothing to find comfort.

Yo sweetie-ignoranus, there's no pretense here. You serve me trailer-park, I'm just gonna dish it back-atcha ten-fold. You just keep mopping up your dirty old floor while you laugh your sorry fat ass off at me. Whatever makes you feel better for living the sorry ass life you lead.

Who you callin' old, bitch! I'm not even 60 yet. Go fuck yourself you ageist, ugly, fat, bitter cunt.

As for TROLL #1, you simply can't find a pacifier big enough. She's a masochist and she loves her hate. But those of us in the know realize she loves me, she wishes she could be me, and she's dying to call me friend. It'll never happen.

Looks to me like I spoke very honestly. Thank you for proving my point, msTroll. The only thing pathetic, disgusting, and old fool are your troll antics. Keep trying, bitches. I will out-cunt you every time.

TROLLS live to tell lies. Please, msAnn, point me to the thread or post where I state I "fabricate." Please, where is this self-admittance you claim I have provided? Please, take your time (we know you're slow because you're fat), perhaps the rest of your life, and find that post. While you're searching, some of us can hope to never hear from you again. While I have admitted that my online personality is my alter ego, because I would almost never speak my truth in person the way I do online, I have shown great disdain for liars in over 10-years of posts. You wanna know what I think of liars, ask deej. The surest way to lose my friendship and respect is to expose yourself as a liar. Almost as bad as exposing yourself as a hypocrite. TROLLS lie all the time. That's what they do. That is what feeds them. I knew this thread would be great fodder for the TROLLS. They are so predictable. Well my narcissism and arrogance, and perhaps the scent of my ass crack, sure seems to have you hooked. Because you can't resist reading every single word I write and then commenting on it. You're just another fucking TROLL hypocrite. Boring, ordinary, and untalented. Sucks to be you. But thank you for reading every word I write. What good is a writer without readers?

Indeed, where is Fin Fang Foom when you need him? He may have been a stubborn, biased, know-it-all jerk at times, but he sure was a talented writer who knew how to make gay men laugh with razor sharp wit. Not an easy thing to do. Instead of cheating and relying on gifs created by someone else, FFF used his own words to express his thoughts and feelings, and almost everyone admitted to reading his posts. On the other hand, you, msAnn, possess no talent. Nada. Niente. Non. No one is creating a post about you and all the delicious words and opinions you have to offer. No one is claiming they live to read your witty repartee. The only talent you have is trolldom. Where is Steven Draker when you need him?

Hi Lucky. It's a long one, so it took a little while to get it in. Hope all is well.

OK, here's a first: Logging onto BoyToy while traveling. It’s raining today. Quite the downpour. Expected this time of year. Can't do much on a day like today. So I thought I’d check in to hear the decibel level of the crickets… For a fantasy not quite the same as Oliver's Pool Party in PS, a convivial event which Lucky created, and to brighten things up a bit around here, I thought I would share my version of a "travel escape", one that is near and dear to me. You can think of this thread as a chapter from my daily diary. A few friends from the escort world know I’ve been in Europe on business, also entertaining a few escorts on the side (thank you, Luciano). If Oz had nothing better to do (I'm sure he does), he could visit his Control Panel and identify my hotel's IP address and offer my location to the three non-believers, perhaps by using MySQL. I don’t need Oz to verify where I am -- I’m living the reality -- but I grant him permission to share that information if he feels like it. You can always count on a troll to scream, "Liar!," because that’s what trolls do. On to travel... I don’t remember living a life that did not include travel. My parents enjoyed adventure. Before I moved to NYC to attend college, I made solo trips on weekends to take in Broadway shows (saw A Chorus Line six times) and explored streets and neighborhoods to see where I might want to settle one day. I suppose that’s when the travel bug bit in a serious way. In my early corporate years while working in television, I felt very lucky that travel became a job requirement. I’m not sure when hotel hopping became a favorite sport. On early business trips to L.A., I did swap The L'Ermitage Mondrian, where we had a corporate account, for The Beverly Hills Hotel, otherwise known as the Pink Palace. In those days, I had to cover the extra cost. There was nothing wrong with my stays at the Mondrian, but I preferred the history and the fantasy of those fabulous bungalows. But, ultimately, my appreciation for variety was probably influenced by a few World Tours I worked on, in and out of luxury hotels, quite often with a Grammy Award winner or two. (Luther always put on a great show and stayed at the very best properties.) I’m a natural born chronicler: I like to record ideas, visuals, and events. Yes, I'm Martha Stewart on acid. Before computers, I considered a Steelcase™ file cabinet a treasured piece of furniture. Needless to say, I’ve accumulated quite an archive of highly coveted rooms in favorite hotels around the world. It just so happens this current trip involves working with a few hotels; some new, and a few old favorites. As you might imagine, I love this kind of job. Respecting privacy, I won’t offer too many details. For the sake of entertaining the crickets, I'm happy to share some visuals. All the photos are poor quality by intention. If anyone wishes to see high-resolution, you’ll need to travel with me. :-) Modern architecture rarely excites me. I prefer older classics that feature elegant artisan flourishes from another era and buildings steeped in history. I adore lush gardens, beautiful pools, antique furniture, and rich fabrics. I also admire spectacular stone masonry and old-world moulding details, the kind of design elements you rarely see anymore. No matter where I stay, the first thing I order is fresh flowers for my room. My mother had a talent for landscaping, and I often helped her in her various gardens at a very early age. I maintain a list of favorite florists in locations I frequent, but many of these small, artisan businesses don’t survive rising rents. Btw, I love having sex with a handsome, talented male florist. For some reason, sex has been great with guys who love to play with flowers. A floral shop in Europe is a great way to meet fun, sexy men. I’m not a control freak, but I often enjoy doing my own arranging. For lengthy hotel visits, I’ve been known to ship a favorite flower vase to a hotel, if I know their inventory is not to my liking. I’ve had certain hotel managers lend me a beautiful piece or two from his/her home collection. That’s what I call trust and great service. On several occasions, I've gifted a hotel manager or a housekeeper with a special vase for the extraordinary service I received. Luckily, the favorite hotel below offers a terrific collection of beautiful vases. I love an all-marble bathroom that’s cleverly designed. Some big-city hotels do their best to squeeze quite a bit of luxury equipment into a fairly small space. Here, two sinks flank the mirrored step-up/step-down bathtub. The tub is just large enough for two naked men to frolic and relax together. The back mirror and the side ledges make the space fun for all kinds of sexual activity. The Jacuzzi jets at the bottom of the tub are impossible to resist when the body aches from working too hard. :-) Next to flowers, bottled water is the next must-have item delivered. I usually request the water to be placed in my room before check-in. I have my crazy reasons, but I don’t drink tap water. At this gorgeous hotel, the room-service men happen to be drop-dead gorgeous, so I wait until I arrive before placing my order. When the men are as beautiful as the decor, I want them entering my room as often as possible. I enjoy flirting with a handsome service guy, even if I suspect he’s straight. Straight guys who work in hospitality are usually very cool and open-minded. They see it all. Breakfast (sometimes twice) is the most important meal for me, especially when I’m working on-the-road. I’m an early riser, usually 5 AM, and in Europe, I rarely eat lunch before 2 PM. I can’t work or exercise on an empty stomach, and my body responds better if it gets most of its nourishment early in the day. Certain hotels offer amazing breakfasts, with in-house chefs filling the air with 5-star sweet and savory scents. The favorite hotel below offers one of the best breakfasts I’ve ever experienced. Even if this magical place didn’t offer other spectacular amenities, I would probably seek it out just for its breakfast. My mouth waters thinking about it. I’ve stayed at this special hotel on numerous occasions. Regular customers in grand boutique hotels typically receive extraordinary treatment. That alone is a good reason to return. I don’t love the traditional decor of my favorite room. Unless it's quirky and clever, traditional is not my preferred decorating style. However, this room offers other treats, which I can’t seem to resist. The large, draped window-doors in the living room open to a large terrace, which we’ll get to in a minute. Behind me is the bathroom, which leads to its own private terrace with outdoor shower. The bath is a unique study in marble, with separate rooms for shower, toilet, and bidet. It’s all very clean and elegant, but I prefer a large tub where two men can frolic. Love taking a bath with another sexy man. This hotel happens to be surrounded by lush gardens, and the floral and herb scents wafting in the air are intoxicating. If you open the small window above the tub and leave the terrace door open, the cross-ventilation becomes an aromatherapy experience. Lying solo in a bubbly tub of hot water can be pure Eden. If I’m entertaining an escort, the fun place to shower is outdoors. Just enough privacy and plenty of room to play. With spectacular views on both sides, the garden scents always heighten the senses (or wreak havoc on allergies). The view-wall on the shower side is just the right height to balance the body for penetration. Stepping outside from the living room’s glass doors onto the large terrace reveals the real draw of this special room. The terrace is nicely private, with plenty of room to eat and sleep, or have outdoor sex in the midst of a spectacular view. The sun is present most of the day, so if living life outdoors is your thing, it doesn’t get much better than this. If pools are your thing (as they are mine), this one does not disappoint. Swim to the pool’s edge and take in the rustic countryside view dotted with hill towns. Or turn around and check out the mountainscape behind you. If you get up early with me, we can capture sunrise together. So many sexy guys in Europe. Unfortunately, still too many smokers. If I hear one more guy justify the awful addiction by saying, "I'm European," I'm likely to barf in his face. This trip, I stepped out from my norm and leaned a little younger. Was not disappointed. Younger European men seem more mature than their American brothers. I enjoyed one guy's company so much, he's still working with me as an assistant and a translator. I love mixing business with pleasure. There's no better way to enjoy your job. David introduced me to one his favorite hot porn models, Chris Diamond. If you can enjoy straight porn, you'll definitely want to check Chris out. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ab8a3cf60b72 See you in a month!

Your ignorance is a huge LOL, dude. You really need to step away from the drinkie-poohs and seek help. Every digital photograph of worth requires digital post-processing, but you'd have to understand the science of digital photography to grasp that concept. Even amateur photographers are much smarter than you. It's the ordinary folks who shoot on "Auto," because the ordinary person holding the camera has no brain, or he's too lazy to use it, or the subject is running too fast (in which case the photographer is excused for using Auto). Cameras come with Auto Mode so the ordinary user does not have to think. In Auto Mode, the camera does all the thinking and the post-processing. The user surrenders creative control to a chip. Ordinary people end up with cheap, stupid, useless, worthless JPEGs. Pretty on Instagram, Facebook, and the occasional online slideshow, perhaps, but utterly worthless elsewhere (unless you're jacking off to it). I wish I had more time to throw sand in this box. I could go on about the TROLL and her fabulous rendition of the NYC Event known as LOST. Has there ever been a greater example of a TROLL LOSER? Did any serious thinker actually think that event would EVER happen? I know a few dumb-asses who believed it would. (Right, Larstrup?) Even fat-ass, double-pounder McAnn knew how to blow Hershey's kisses and say, "Wish I could sweetie, maybe next time." Yeah. Right. Next time. Can't wait to share more of what I know about this fiasco, and that stent. Leaving for Europe tomorrow so not enough time to talk about the fun I had with a mighty-fine Black guy at my gym today. I love when a hot, naked, D.J. Augustin type steps into my shower stall to give me a blowjob and a washdown. What a great gift the day before travel. You all have a nice time listening to the crickets. See you in a month or so.

Whenever someone doesn't have something intelligent to say, the go-to thing to do these days is post a brain-dead GIF. Yippee!

Fat meanies make lousy sex partners.

Careful. Rubbing inner thighs too often with BigValGurl may turn you into a meanie.

I don't think Rippon's lips are fake. His face may be mannequin-manicured, but I don't think he's heading down the Trey Thurston road of deranged. One can only hope he's smarter and more secure than that.

She wore more makeup than Jennifer Lawrence and Sandra Bullock. Why would any gay man think that slathering your cheek bones with powdered blush somehow goes with wearing leather? You just have to laugh at some of these crazy Marys. As if wearing leather somehow makes you more a man. She even made the Times: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/04/style/adam-rippon-harness-oscars.html

Sorry again, but you're WRONG, fool. Your blurry vision, perhaps from trying to focus on those out-of-focus cockpit photos, has deceived you. Furthermore, when have I ever felt the need to "tone down" anything I write here? Called out? Puhleeze, who has called me out? And why would I give a shit? Get some help, Larstrup. It's clear you're in a bad way.

Some size queens enjoy golden showers. I thought most gay men knew this?