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I met with Cosca XL at a time when I was particularly vulnerable, and he, in his rented flat, exceeded all expectations. He is, without question, the consummate professional. The experience proved to be most cathartic—an opportunity to channel my frustrations at someone else who shall not be named through the act itself, which I found remarkably liberating. So enthralled was I by the encounter that I summoned a black cab to convey me home, feeling far too exhilarated to endure the indignity of the Tube. It was, indeed, an hour of the utmost enjoyment.

To be fair, one of the members here hired him in Paris for a duo with rave reviews, if my memory serves me correctly. Brazilian.

The lad worked as an escort in London. I never got to meet him because scheduling was too difficult. Curious if the has any real massage skills. New York has so many talented people in this regard, in London they are all nearly awful, universally.

I must admit, I’m rather surprised no one has brought up Morocco. Fair-haired, pale Europeans have been indulging in certain proclivities there—willingly, I might add—since at least the Edwardian era Though lately the cadre of people venturing down there sadly from England ( which I have witnessed ) have been less than respectable, buggering the native Arabs in parks and behind mosques like zoo animals with no shame or sense of respect for a place of worship. It seems as though their sense of self was lost the moment they got on the easy jet / Ryanair flight from Sheffield, Birmingham or whatever sad town they may come from . To each their own I suppose . Nevertheless - yes Marrakesh - and yes Yves st Laurent’s villa ( now museum ) is sublime

As others have so eloquently noted, his skills are exceptional. I find myself rather tempted to indulge in his scrub and massage combination.

Given that we was nominated for best Massuer of 2024 ( amongst others) I made an appointment. I wait with bated breath.

Somewhat of lurker thus far. I had rather high hopes for this, given that I divide my time between New York and London—though these days, I find myself spending more time in New York. I thought, here we have someone London-based whom I might try. Moreover, among my London gay friends, it’s proven surprisingly difficult to find a gay masseur who receives universal approval, so I thought, why not? The name, I must admit, was rather charming—Leme being a district in Rio adjacent to Copacabana. A touch of exotic flair, I thought. He operates via a platform, which required booking and paying in advance—a non-negotiable condition for the appointment. The rates, it should be noted, were listed in pounds sterling. £ On the day of the appointment, I had a rather full schedule, but during a brief pause, I sent a message via WhatsApp to confirm the time and location (a small hotel in Hell’s Kitchen, as it happens). Now, I must say, I despise WhatsApp. I glance at it only occasionally, as it’s often the harbinger of unpleasant news from England, or messages from people I’d rather not engage with. To me, it embodies the current negative undercurrent of Britain. Fortunately, most of my friends use iMessage, so I can generally avoid WhatsApp entirely—especially in New York, where it’s scarcely used. At the agreed-upon time, I arrived. After leaving me to stand outside in the bitter cold—it couldn’t have been more than -5°C—he informed me that, as I hadn’t confirmed the appointment, he’d given my slot to someone else. This, despite the fact that I had: 1. Paid in full. 2. Confirmed the appointment earlier in the day. Apparently, he had sent me a message two hours before to reconfirm, and when I failed to reply immediately, he deemed it acceptable to pass my appointment to another client. One wonders, then, what the point was of having paid and confirmed earlier? Regrettably, I would advise against him. Truly, it would be far less aggravating to simply hop on a flight to Rio and bypass this nonsense entirely. As a final note, the fact that he only has a single review on Masseur Finder should, perhaps, give one pause. Alas