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IDK, there's a lot of what happened leading up to this incident we're not seeing - and the driver may have provoked the incident. We just don't know. The driver is speaking in a language I don't recognize.

Your comments remind me of a time I was sitting along a beachfront wall in Essaouira, Morocco, 1979. I’d taken a day tour to the beach from Marrakech where I was staying at La Mamounia. As I sat on the wall two attractive young men approached me. We couldn’t communicate well but they sensed my interest in them (my eyes feasting on them gave me away!) and motioned I should follow them to a seemingly abandoned structure on the nearly deserted beach. I almost followed them - before common sense got the better of me. Sitting there with an expensive new camera in my hands, I thought: Would they drop their drawers and let me blow them, or bend over for them … or would they attack and rob me of my camera and whatever else? I thanked them and returned to the restaurant where the tour group was having lunch and gathering for the trip back to Marrakech.

This David Essex?

In both Mexico and Ireland where I've lived or traveled, room/air temperature shower water is the norm. When I was living in Mexico City, I successfully fixated on elements of the military and those wonderful young men preferred room temperature showers because their barracks didn't have heated water. In Ireland, an uncle of mine I'd stay with didn't have heated water and I bathed outdoors, taking water from a 55 gal. drum below a gutter downspout. Ouch! Nowadays, though, my family there has heated water. When I visit certain parts of Mexico the water is unheated, even today (Pacific Coast, mostly).

So, what do we do when the blush is off the rose? Vacationing somewhere is vastly different than living full-time in that destination. While an early arrival may hit the bars nightly / frequently upon arrival and off the boys ... it's likely that changes over time. Eating out at restaurants regularly? That becomes lesser and lesser over time. The ability to speak/communicate in Thai makes a transition easier but not having that ability can isolate us and cost us. Hopefully, over time ... we develop regular callers, therefore making trips to the bars less frequent - but the financial commitment not much less. What else, though, will occupy our time there? Expat network? I've been an expat outside the USA previously (not Thailand), and I know that the grass is not always greener on the other side. Ok. when are you making the move?

IDK, but my sense is it isn't a scam.

Thank you for the video. Some alluring bodies! My favorites are located at: 4:59 > 5:28 and 12:15 > 13:15

Thank you for the report, and the photos!

Thank you for your commentary. Question for you: What's the lure (for you) to repeatedly visit Marrakesh?

Though those two Mexican communities may have limited assisted living opportunities, neither is particularly known as destinations for such services by the vast majority of expats who relocate there .... from what I know. The residency visa requirements to live in Mexico require either substantial investments or monthly income in excess of US$50K annually - and the requirements rise yearly. A couple of additional challenges to living in much of Mexico is finding healthcare and facilities that compare with what's more easily found in either the USA or Canada, and the inability of many expats to speak/understand Spanish.

Interesting video. lot more research would be required before relocating and I'll suggest a miniscule percent of the demographic would consider leaving the USA, Canada, etc. for this purpose. Visa requirements will be difficult for many ailing seniors to meet.

Do these guys look familiar?

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By which manner would the happy ending occur? Fist? Mouth? Dick? Sign me up!

Thank you for the report. About this: "Price wise I paid around $50-$100 usd and the guys were worth that price." US$50 = approx. R250, US$100 = approx. R500. In Rio saunas (i.e., 117) the bottom number would be the top of the range, and the R500 would be for truly exceptional guys.

Several incidents / experiences in my lifetime: I took home a guy I'd met at the gloryholes in an adult bookstore in Iowa where I was living. He was a fantastic cocksucker but stopped suddenly telling me he wouldn't go further unless I punched him in the abs as hard as I could. I complied. Over and over and over again. He was into pain more than having sex. He had the gymnast ripped body type; very goodlooking. We did this a couple of times before I realized though he was getting off on being hit, I wasn't benefitting. I stopped seeing him. I once visited a gay baths in Hammond, Indiana. It was a residential building converted for this use. Rooms were like bedrooms found in any home. A VGL black guy entered the open door to my room and asked if I would fuck him. His body was ripped; a great ass. After fucking him for a while he pulled away and asked me to punch and slap him across his face, and to call him ... the "N" word. I'm your "N", shout it for everyone to hear!" I'd never used that pejorative before (or since) and told him I wouldn't do it. Angrily, he got up and left. My dick went limp. It was his role play, not mine. Pre-internet, I regularly cruised a popular park on the lakefront in Chicago - Lincoln Park. One night at about 3 a.m. walking through the bushes I hooked-up with a guy who lived in a condo overlooking that park; we went to his place. Once at the apartment he excused himself to use the bathroom, only to return in a wig, full leather with no pants but with chaps, Doc Martins and a large knife in one hand. He grabbed me around the neck, we fell onto the bed and he demanded that I fuck him like the bitch he was - or he'd kill me then and there. I honestly thought I would die. I maneuvered so I could hug him tightly around his shoulders, said I'd had too much to drink before meeting in the park, couldn't get it up and, lo and behold, he said he'd had too much to drink as well and we agreed to do the deed when we woke up in the a.m. He fell asleep with the knife placed against my chest (I never slept). In the a.m., when I was convinced he was sleeping soundly, I pried his arms off of me, grabbed my clothes and quickly exited into the condo hallway naked, then put my clothes on - and got the hell out of there!

Actually, sucking cock is more important!

To be honest, when I posted the topic I wasn't thinking of escort relationships. LOL! I forgot the environment here and was thinking of non-paid interactions ... thinking back over decades of cruising, hooking-up, etc. For the non-transactional $$ hook-ups, what's killed the mood are: Limp dicks on tops or bottoms. A bottom shitting all over my dick, and the bedsheets. Bad cocksuckers Bad breath (i.e.: from smoking or other). Talking too much when we're sucking or fucking, from bottoms or tops. Encouragements? Yes. But a conversation? No way. Bad kissers For interactions with escorts: Not delivering on what was I've thought was agreed to beforehand. Rushed programs Mechanical performances Distraction (i.e., Club 117 guys focused on televised porn, instead of me!) When I've bottomed: toying with me by putting in / pulling out repeatedly. Just fuck me! These are just a few examples, as I thought about the issue.

There's probably not one of us who doesn't have instinctive mood killers when we're hooking up / having sex / being intimate. The article linked below references that, and within the article is a link to another social media discussion. Do you have mood killers? Gay guys asked their mood-killers – the responses are so valid

I hope not. I didn't like Pointe my last visit (Fall 2025).

I grew up in the USA playing croquet at family gatherings. Currently, bean bag or washer toss are all the rage ... amongst seniors.