The Rusty Tromb @ His Dad's Basement

[Jiggadju]

Since yesterday, Rust, and Paul (IT) and I have been discussing Rust's
session, in which Paul agreed to treat for Rust, as he is in desperate need
of HSE (High School Experience). This has taken place in his Dad's basement. And
for a spin on reviews, Rust agreed my poetic justice would serve the review well.
Once the negotiating was settled, Paul flew down to my side of town with a bubble-wrapped payment of my session fee. Lire, protein powder, a Stevie Wonder CD,
some after session smokes, and a small steeped tea. I heard Paul's numbered
sport's car, (#69 by the by) race up my cul de sac and sling shot the package
through my bedroom window as my elderly female neighbours blushed and
fawned the nape of their necks, as they watched the handsome and muscled
stranger peel off into the sunset.

Rust, lives on the wrong side of the tracks but that did not hinder me in my
quest for his desperate need of a HSE. He told me to park on his lawn and
I took the course of 19 steps down into a 80's style decor. At first glance,
Rust is everything he claims to be. Young, intellegent, funny, but shy.
Rust insisted I meet his father and we sat on the couch together and watched
some episodes of Full House and 90210. Rust insisted I eat and we had
some Marie Callender's TV dinners and some Brie Cheese. Washed down with
Orangina. After Rust's father elbowed us both several times, he indicated
that he would leave us "two youngster's" alone.
The session took place in Rust's bedroom, a couch that doubles as a pull-out
bed. Posters of 90210 stars, a framed autographed picture of Wayne Gretzy,
and a lava lamp decorated this den. The infamous computer in which he types,
is actually a laptop with bumper stickers from every major Canadian city.
For the first 10 minutes of the session, Rusty just held me and cried. This
crying was actually laughter with tears as I felt Rust just felt relief that I was
not 350 pounds. He scooped me up Honeymoon style and laid me down on
the soft flannel Spiderman sheets. I asked Rust what kind of massage he
would like and he pulled out a bottle of Olive Oil from under his bed.
He said "Oil, soft, hard on the feet". Massaging Rust was like massaging
the guy who sat next to me in Science class. Familiar, funny, warm and fuzzy,
our conversation flowed from High School to Porno's. What I thought were
home movies lining the walls, were actually porno from the seventies. He said
his Dad starred in some of them. I asked if I could buy one.

When it came time for Rust to massage me he just stared into my eyes. I thought
he was trying to hypnotize me but he said he wanted to see into my soul. After
massaging my front and back, we lied on our sides and spooned for a good 15 min.
I felt the tears again, and when I looked over, I was suprised to see Rust reading
a Richie Rich comic. He was just that comfortable.

Realizing that 1 1/2 hours had past, and his father was sitting at the bottom of
the steps waiting patiently to use the VCR, I realized that the Body Slide
should start. Rust said he didn't want mileage, but a soulful cuddle slide.
I grabbed a Teddy bear to make the hugging more authentic, and after 5 strong bear hugs, some light hair stroking, and back patting, Rust flew into a wild body slide expiry. He thrashed, twisted, and turned. His toenails dug into my calves, but I didn't mind. I guess that's why Paul suggested the protein powder. It would help speed my muscle recovery. Rust retreived the Teddy bear that had flown across the room, he
wet it with some old Orangina and used it to help clean me up. Since I was a little
green from the Olive Oil he suggested a shower together to clean up. A TV
was set up high up in the corner of the shower and we watched a Happy Days
re-run while we soaped our bodies. Rust can imitate a good Fonz. I heard
his father just outside the shower curtain laughing along with the episode. He
said the VCR was broken.
After cleaning up we all shared some Wheatabix and Rust's dad kept slapping
him on the back and offering him cigars.
When it was time to leave, Rust and I had our post-massage cigarette,(Players)
and we promised to keep in touch via grafiti on the Don Valley overpass.
Rust hugged me all the way to my car and placed my seat belt on for me.
He said: "Safey first, all within town limits, for my safety and yours"

 

[Dana]

Now that's entertainment!

 

[natesando]

Lmao!

 

[insomniac]

Now we can only hear Rusty Tromb's version of the review...

 

[Sid Vicious]

I have found that Rusty does provide a true Boyfriend Experience. When having a session with him I did enjoy the Fonz fantasy session. The Fonz session is not for cuddlers though as he wont let you touch his leather jacket. It can also be a little distracting with him moaning "AY!" all the time. His massage technique is a little strange - he sits on your back, grabs your wrists and makes motorcycle noises"Vroom Vroom AYYYY!"

 

[Wayne A]

Only problem with Rusty is that he plays favourites with his clients. Some get to spoon and cuddle! And some of us don't! It's not fair I tell ya!

 

[Cora D]

Good god!

Is it possible that Red Stilleto is actually Rusty Trombone?!!?!

Or even better if you're Rusty, RS is a female version of him.

Anyways, thanks for the laughs RS.

 

[Zachariah]

Thanks for such an unforgettable evening last night, Red.

I've never experienced such a raw display or rebellious sexual enthusiasm in all my years on the sliding circuit. I especially enjoyed it when you covered my hairless beanbag in Nutella and took a lick of it everytime Brenda would bitch about Dylan not wanting to go to West Beverly social functions.

Thanks a lot for allowing Garyboy to tape our memorable time together. We've already watched it 4 times, and let me tell you, everytime I watch it my penis get harder and my heart fills with more and more love for you.

Since I got home bed advantage this time, I'll come to see you on your home turf next week. Have a lovely evening and promise to think about me when you're sliding, eating Nutella and watching 80's and 90's sitcoms.

PS Thanks a lot, Paul.If it wasn't for you I'm sure I would have never experienced what it's like to talk to or be intimate with a woman.

 

[Mojito]

Thank you again for the memorable experience. I will paste the picture in my massage
scrapbook (I took a picture with my cell phone), under the "Fantastic Sessions" part.

And thank you Paul. Without your intervention and generous offer, Rust and I
would never of visited Nirvana together. I can't wait for Rust to come to
my cul de sac. I want to introduce him to the Trampoline I have in the backyard.

 

[Pompal 09.]

Red, you're trampoline sounds almost as delightful as your womanly charm that captured my heart last night.

I hope you like Fig Newtons because I plan on feeding them to you while the two of us are cuddling and reading the '90's issues of Tiger Beat on your cul de sac.

PS Is cul de sak slang for vagina?