Saw him whenever I visited Toronto starting the late 90s. I don’t think he was a dancer but had an uber tight body. At first he came to my hotel but once I was comfortable with him I went to him at Carlton and Church. Had super nice floor mats. Both naked and always so sensual. The very last time I saw him he asked, then pleaded to fuck me. At that point in my gaydom, I had not yet bottomed so declined. Sadly, later after discovering I was actually more a lower bunk guy, he disappeared. I guess I could post this in “The one who got away” thread.