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Elite Male Massages Just a Rebranded Aveda Robert

Changing His Brand & His Price

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Robert

Also known as Aveda Robert Opens new window of a page on this blog
Advertises on Craigslist.org in Therapeutic Services Open-New-Window-External
Also lists himself at EliteMaleMassages.com Open-New-Window-External

Highlights

bullet White male, thirties, beefy, claims to be bisexual but married to a woman, Woodstock/Kennesaw/Marietta area of Atlanta’s Northwest Suburbs
bullet Massages fully clothed
bullet Swedish with some sports incorporated
bullet Massages on professional table, usually at your home
bullet Starts at $135 an hour — way overpriced compared to others but does travel to the farther Northwestern Suburbs

bullet 
Will provide awkward happy ending, roughly handling cock
two-and-a-half-stars out of five stars rating

When I wrote about Robert Opens new window of a page on this blog originally, I called him “Aveda Robert,” due to his affinity for the company’s products. His preference for these high-end products seemed to attempt to make up for his own shortcomings in the bodywork arts.

I’m not alone in those opinions.

Another reader agreed, sending a comment to this blog Opens new window of a page on this blog, even suggesting that his license could be fraudulent.

As anyone with a little marketing knowledge knows. Bad press? Time to rebrand.

That’s what Aveda Robert has done. He’s not completely shed his love for Aveda products, still mentioning it on his new website and mentioning in his ads that “we… pride ourselves in using only the best products.”

I’d be happy with Jergen’s Lotion if I got a really good massage.

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Travel Journal: The Asian Con Artist

Travel Journal: The Asian Con Artist

I’ve written much too often of my affinity for Asian ass. It goes without saying that the tight and smooth ass of this Far East delicacy can be one which I enjoy immensely, although I am an equal opportunity fucker and find other flavors equally amazing.

When visiting the West Coast, I am afforded greater opportunity to indulge in this delicious flavor and sometimes solicit it. Such was the case during my recent visit to Northern California, when I posted a Craigslist ad asking for Asian Ass to fuck. I’d been specific and requested my usual non-smoking variety.

When it comes to Asians, age makes no difference. The saying regarding African Americans that “black doesn’t crack” refers to their youthful appearance. It seems Asians don’t turn to raisins. They’re smooth until they’re fucking ancient.

I got several hits from my ad but the one that kept my attention was a delicate Taiwanese just up I-880 from me. He wanted to host and be ass up and waiting. Some negotiation later and after dark, I was on my way.

I hesitate sometimes to do this because I’m in unfamiliar territory and I don’t know what’s the good part of town and what’s bad. But still I end up in a questionable part of town walking into a small condo.

As I do, the smell hits me. It’s undeniable. He smokes.

Even though I’ve asked and he’s said no, he doesn’t. He does. He lives alone as this tiny condo is such I’m walking in the front door directly into the bedroom.

But that ass. I walk up to it and touch it. He grunts. I begin feeling his body.

The photos I’ve included here do not do this man justice. His muscular body is tight. His waist is no more than 29 inches around and it’s perfectly muscular. Yet he has a little meaty pecs and nice nipples.

And I’d been building up to this moment. It was getting late, I was horny and I didn’t feel like driving back to my hotel and starting an ass search. So the proverbial one in the hand…

I dropped my pants.

A little lube and breathing through my mouth helped. I never could get completely rock hard but hard enough that he seemed impressed. We never changed position. I just mounted him and made sure to keep him face down so we never kissed. In fact, I wrapped one hand around his chest and I put him in a choke hold with my other hand.

I then forced my cock into his hole. With my hips forcefully pummeling his ass. My waist was massive compared to his. My body weight pinned him down. My hand around his neck allowed me to feel his pulse quickening as I then raised myself up on my toes and really began to slam into him.

“You want my load?”

“Yes,” he said in obviously broken English. “I want you cum. Put it in my ass.”

“Want it no matter what?”

“Please breed my boy pussy.”

I fucked him even harder. It took some real force for me to bring my cum to the surface. I always have a harder time cumming under these conditions. But finally, I reached the spot and shot my load into his ass. I grunted with my exertion. He released a sigh of content. Jizzjoy. I wanted it.

He wanted me to stay but now the stink returned and I needed to go. I begged away and pulled on my clothes, leaving quickly.

I wish he hadn’t lied and I hadn’t invested my whole day chatting with him when I could have had a Filipino… a little heftier but a lot less smelly.

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Travel Diary: Fan Fucking in the Northeast, Part 1… The Boston Buddha

Travel Diary: Fan Fucking in the Northeast, Part 1… The Boston Buddha

Boston happened last but I’m giving it to you first.

I do try to let folks know when and where I’m going, especially through here and my profile on BarebackRT.com, as I did when I notified everyone of a Northeast tour including a stop in Boston.

As per usual, I get a lot of interest — some from the usual crowd of people who have no idea about this blog and others who do. Two men served to provide me with bountiful interest upon my travel to the city with one promising a great deal. And, as usual, I found the dates postponed.

A small rant: Why it it after all the bullshit is out of the way and you’re about to hook does the guy ask, “So how long are you in town?” When you answer, your first night in town is never good for them and, well, they inevitably put it off until just before you’re off to the airport. Fuck that.

Anyway, the older muscle guy bailed and the younger twink never seriously committed so I kept cruising for a real bottom.

I lucked out on BarebackRT.com with an Asian.

Now anyone who’s read me knows of my affinity for Asians — fuck, I’m an equal opportunity fucker. But he was a little older, a little rounder but very willing. I was getting pretty pissed off at Beantown as most of the men there just didn’t really seem willing or acted really sketchy. Not at all what I expected when he showed up, a very cute man showed up at my door. Short and, as much as it’s very stereotypical of me, quite Buddha-ish. We got down to business.

He sucked well enough but it proved to be his skill of sitting on my cock. His stubby legs would lower himself on my cock and ride it for all it’s worth.

I put him on his back — his favorite position — with his feet on my chest. I could watch my hard white cock slide in and out of his smooth hole. With leverage from his feet and his compact body, it was easy to fuck and bring myself closer to the edge. I snorted some poppers and asked him if he wanted my load.

He begged for it.

And as always, it pushed me over the edge.

I pushed my cock inside him deep and unloaded, staring at his deep brown eyes.

After a moment, I rolled off.

In the after fuck glow as I regained my breath, he admitted he really liked my blog. I’d thought, up to that moment, it was just another hook up. But the little fucker knew my affinity for Asians and had stalked me online hoping to get my load.

He’d succeeded.

For all the muscle men and twinks, for all the cum-hungry bottoms and bareback virgins who fantasize for their first, for all the flakes and flirts, it was my Boston Buddha who got my load. And man did he deserve it.

I Needed a Massage. I Bred Instead.

I Needed a Massage. I Bred Instead.

I’ve begun a workout regiment with a personal trainer. A tragically straight personal trainer — an incredibly hot, massively gorgeous, muscled bodied, young and delectable personal trainer with military training who could kill me if I made a Gay move on him. Add to that I’m making significant lifestyle changes including diet changes (long-time readers will know my affinity for Diet Coke; I’m down to two or less per day).

Beside the fact I leave workouts panting from intense desire to rub my sweaty body against my trainer’s, he also fucks me up by actually making me work and work very hard. So my recovery day in between workouts is harsh. He kills me on squats. And the other day, he did.

I found it almost impossible to walk up the stairs but to walk down? Forget it! I don’t think I’d ever experienced soreness like this. I needed a massage.

I love a good massage. Atlanta has proven to be a tough town for me to find a good, solid, reliable massage therapist with that extra little bonus. I’ve had a good straight therapist, a sketchy bi one and then a string of others. My Asian therapist (from here) dropped off the map a long time ago. With my financial situation tight, I’ve not had the luxury of a massage in a good long while. However, I scrounged up enough for one since my legs needed it so badly.

He was cute and tall, 26 and thin but not too thin. But when I opened the door, despite providing my photo, I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I’d gone for the cheaper option and I’d end up disappointed too, as his massage lacked the enthusiasm he showed when I opened the door. Further, even those who get training, some just don’t have the aptitude. He didn’t.

Still, he had a lovely, smooth body that I couldn’t help but admire. When I flipped over and he eventually got to my cock, he did seem to appreciate it. His cock stood out quite rigidly and, at between four and five inches, may not have been the biggest but seemed to be shaped perfectly.

I fondled him a bit as he massaged oil into my cock, expecting a jerk off. I moved my hand around to his ass, smooth and bubblish. I touched it, lightly and just a little before he suddenly straddled me. Interestingly enough, he jerked his own cock and moved his ass just over my cock.

He reached behind him and positioned my cock so it pressed against his tight pucker. And with each movement, he pushed down further on my raw cock into his hole. Using only the small amount of oil on my cock, it strained a little to push inside. But my hard cock squeezed inside.

With a steady pace, he rode my cock. Within moments, I just relaxed and let my cum inject into his ass. I didn’t make a noise. He kept riding and soon let out a sigh, spurting his cum all over me. He pulled off, wiped me off, I paid my fee and he left.

While my legs didn’t feel much better, my balls sure did.

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Breaking the Silence: Seeking Sufficient ROI from My Friends

So where have I been?

Some of you might have seen me on Twitter with occasional posts. Not much elsewhere. As I’ve struggled over the last few months, exerting myself upon multiple fronts to find an occupation for myself, the results failed to be fruitful. Each provided a life lesson for me. And I sit upon the precipice and ponder the path I’ve taken.

I use people, most specifically bottoms for my own pleasure. As I have ventured a little further in recent times, I’ve opened myself up to a little more sensation but still, my intention is to mark my territory. I won’t settle for a condom, insisting that my cock slide raw into an ass and spray my DNA markers in that most intimate of places to say I was here.

I’ve never been delusional about how the world works as well. While lacking the literal fucking and breeding, I’ve been proverbially bent over and marked through my life in many ways. And I let it happen. Perhaps my own need to breed back is my response to how society decided to use my intelligence, creativity and good will.

Now approaching eight months of unemployment, struggling with comprehending why my talents are overqualified and too advanced for today’s workforce, I find myself questioning much. And then comes the sexual side of it all. The other night, I lay beneath a young man just making out. And a sensation came across like someone flipped on a switch I’d not felt in eons. Of course, we all feel it on occasion.

A lunch arrangement and then when the time comes, it’s postponed and finally cancelled with a stinging “it was a mistake” to even suggest meeting. A sudden flash of anger and hurt then returned to calm as I’ve been here before, kicked to the curb for dropping my guard and giving humanity hope for a moment.

If only I’d bred him when I had the chance. My territory went unmarked.

A realization came over me about the number of people who use me as well. My so-called friends who only use me for their benefit and return so little back. Karma?

Funny because I’ve been cutting some people out of my life. If I don’t see enough Return On Investment from my friends, well, they’re getting kicked to the curb as well.

As a result, I think Karma has kicked my ass-supply. I’ve found it dwindles some, of late. I’m sure some cum-hungry sluts find the ass use a mutually beneficial relationship, but my one-off, use your ass as a masturbation device doesn’t often work that well.

Part of me still hopes for a buddy in Atlanta who can fuck, hang out, bareback, etc. I don’t see it happening. And that occasional need for affinity comes and goes. But perhaps I should stick to an equation, a simple mathematical value of what I get for what I give.

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