Brian Kevin

Yes he left without saying anything. I still have yet to text him back. He sent me a short message with a basic "I'm sorry" It's a little funny now that it is a new day and tomorrow. It could of gone alot worst.

YES PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

Bring in the Bad News Bears; never ever put a condom in your wallet! The heat and the constant pressure breaks down the latex or off-latex material and there will be microscopic holes that will allow fluids to be transmitted. Careful!!!

I would never put anyones name on my room unless they were family or extremely close friends! Tankfully Marriott/SPG checks ID's if you try to bill something to a room so very lucky there!! I've learned my lesson and sadly it sounds like you have as well :,(

if you've sat on your wallet for many many years, it might be a nerve or tissue damage. It might take awhile for it to correct itself, or it could be there for the rest of your days. I 100% recommend never sitting on a wallet! You never realize how much you use your sits bone until it starts to hurt.

MY HERO!!!!!!

Ahhh the good ole days of craigslist and backpage (mostly kidding) For those of you who know me, I'm a really nice guy. I make sure you have clean towels, mouth wash, water, transportation and free parking. When I am traveling I am always driving, so in turn-- I share my parking with clients which isn't free for me. So hear me out: Picture it, Sicily 1922-- So I had this really nice client, we had an amazing massage session and more, lots more! So he goes to leave and I hands him a room key, so he doesn't have to pay for parking. Part of me is being nice, the other half of me wants a tip (full disclosure LOL) Soo.... I never crack a joke like this, but I said "I don't wanna see you back here stalking me!" we both laughed and he assured me he wouldn't. So I went about my business: showered and brushed my teeth as usual then I went for a long walk. The whole walk something didn't feel right. I get back to my Sheraton All Suites hotel and as I go to enter my room, there he is, in all his glory-- I have never felt scared, intimidated or worried before. He seen how frazzled I looked and quite frankly I was shitting bricks I kept telling myself... this is it!! The point in this message is to share something that has happened to me, in hopes that it won't happen to you, escort and client alike. I have had clients give me room keys, car keys and house keys and anytime I use them, even if told to use freely, I ALWAYS contact them to schedule something and then I call when I arrive I don't like to just "show up" for a list of many reasons you can think up yourself. I will no longer be providing free parking for first time clients. IF there needs to be an exception then don't be shy to go down to the hotel front desk and let them know you lost keys and they will deactivate the current key cards and assign you new cards (FREE at most hotels, some seedy hotels will charge you extra for lost keys) I'm glad it was just a false alarm with anything bad happening! We all have to remember, clients and escorts alike, WE HAVE to protect ourselves!

What a great way to ask without asking. This is awesome for me because I get an overwhelming “complete circuit” feeling when my leg is touched by someone face down on the table. I think the mixture of what’s about to come, what comes at the end and even the unknown are all very very hot. I enjoy a well-planned encounter, however in my experience the guys who ‘wing it’ and go in with no expectations typically get what they’re looking for. As long as your kind, courteous and respectful I’ll litterally bend over backwards for you— as would some other professionals. Don’t be shy to talk on the phone, text— etc. Lord knows I’m never shy to ask questions.

The conclusion of selling my grandmothers estate was the final chapter in the endless Saga adventures of Ohio. I've packed up my car and am traveling the country. I will be settled down just after the new year. I'm sad for all the guys who come to Cleveland and look out for me! during business and CLAW. I really appreciate everything you travel-holics have done for me in my home town! A special shout out to @Steve yabsley for taking a chance on me giving me this wonderful opportunity that wouldn't of been as successful without you! Decided too many memories were in the house after Greg passed away-- I couldn't stand the sight of his Rose bush without shedding a tear. I would like to let everyone know that after i get all this traveling out my system, I will be rehoming myself in Las Vegas. Good-Bye Snow!!!!! So keep your eyes open for me! Thank you all for your continued support! LONGEVITY!

They recently were recruiting previous masseurs, I was offered 100$ for 365 days of service. Needless to say I've reversed the charges due to their lack of... fulfillment. It's sad because they paved a decent path in the road back in 2013, 2014, 2015. They were really on track and doing great. As we've learned with Rentboy and life nothing great really sticks around for long-- they say it best like this "The good die young" RIP Rentboy, MassageM4M, Craigslist. I feel like I'm missing another-- Backpage (lol)

YOU are a very special and wonderful man that has a HUGE heart. I still hope we can meet one day and i hope your kitty is well!

What a very beautiful thing it is. To associate both a proactive work environment, but to feel that love and connection is truly a warming thing. Thank you for the reassurance, it truly does help. Fluff you are such an 'old soul' you and I think alike. My heart genuinely hurts for her. I find myself praying for his family and their peace of mind and serenity more than myself lately. I know I have opened the belly of the beast and made it MUCH worst than it ever should have been. I acted very selfishly, I was a temptation and he was the apple I had to bite. I have a picture of them, from their wedding, they were both so happy. He often shared stories of their wedding and months after with me. I wish I could sit in a room with her and let her say everything she needs to then deeply hug her and go on my way without even needing to respond, because I know there will be a profound amount of hatred towards me. It would only be fair-- to be fair. Thank you babe :* +1 I've reached out to you in a PM lat. Thanks for being a solid rock man. Wow Kufrol, you are an artist with words. I have tears bellowing in my eyes. I don't have the best grammar but for what I have-- I put my best foot forward first. I thank you for understanding and respecting my vulnerability. He was at church every sunday, always praying for myself and the other guys he frequented. Everyone needs an extensive set of hobbies to cope and writing helps me but often times I am embarrassed of my writings as they often leave me sounding weak. I have a dozen notebooks full of poems and short stories I've written over the years. Having mentioned Robert Woodruff Anderson I know you indulge in literature! I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. +1

It’s just scary becUse eventually memories are exactly that, you’re no longer remembering the event or time, you’re remembering memories. Yet— id rather have that then nothing at all. After 20 years I finally forgot my Grandmothers voice, then I herd a lady with the similar pitch and it triggered a memory and well as I can’t rmenwber her voice still, I have an idea of what it sounded like. These people work magic after they’re gone though. I will tell you that. Maybe not even a religious was, but everyone’s energy goes somewhere after you leave this life you know.

I haven’t been traveling as much for a reason. I had fallen in love. So for the last 3 years I’ve had an older man taking care of me from a distance, GCode on rentmen. He was in his is 60’s when we met, wife and kids with two foster dogs I grew to love as much as I love my own pups. The first time we met, we connected over a plant— The Rose. Now for those who know me I have a memorial tattoo for my grandma on my bicep, I also LOVE roses, period. I know that’s what brought us together. I knew he hired other guys and he knew I worked “full time” as an escort/masseur. He would always ask for stories, but I had to respect HIPPA and everyone’s privacy in which he understood. After the first meeting we kept texting, everyday. After about two weeks of us talking everyday and being a hell of a support both emotionally and physically, things some how escalated. He would send me flowers, weed, food, material and finaical help. I fell in love, I’m not talking lust for money or material things. I’m talking cold, hard, break your heart and feel like you’re high school sweet heart all over again. He started getting sick and kept mentioning his time was rapidly approaching. I started to refuse my daily allowance, only because as I seen him weekly/biweekly via traveling to Detroit, I also watched him wither away in front of me. About a year and 2 weeks ago, I spent 20 days in Southfield, MI at the Hilton Garden Inn— not working or taking clients, souly to be there for him through his appointments. To help him ask questions to understand what we had to do to get him heathier. All we got out of over 15 doctor visits was minor kidney failure and HBP. I had an emergency in Detroit envolving my great aunt and little cousin so I flew to Detroit on the drop of a dime. Greg said he wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to meet me, which U understood. I was in the hospital visiting my great aunt when I got a text, he felt bad went to western union and sent me some cash. He got home and I don’t know what happend as we never got to discuss it. All I know is he was rushed to the hospital via ambulance, how did I know? As I was walking out he was coming in. Hooked up to oxygen and IVs, shirt ripped open. I immediately locked eyes with him for a second and I could see how upset and disappointed he was I seen him ok this. I headed towards the waiting room. He got set up in a private room and I knew he knew I was waiting for him, as we’re both very stubborn. He texted me he didn’t have long but I could come see him. I had stopped at the gift store while I was waiting and I bought 2 dozen red roses. I knew he couldn’t keep them and so did he, so after we held each other’s hand and cried for awhile, we kissed deeply and passionately. I squeezed his hand and held his face I told him “I’ll see you in a couple weeks Poppa and we will go to Smash Burger and sexually Harrass the sexy men like we always do” after I left he texted me “the roses will outlive me” I was so angry and upset we didn’t talk for 48 hours. As I sit here crying over my key board, I regret that. We both found out he had kidney cancer, and the cancer had manifested his whole body. We spoke everyday. Everyday. His texts got shorter and harder to understand as he started chemo. He told me I wasn’t allowed to visit and thanked me for everything I did for him. I knew that he would love, shit I beat cancer. Long story short. There is no happy ending, there was no goodbye, we never got a last kiss, a last hug. I received one final text February 1st, 2018 it said “I’m getting everything together, I think this is almost over” I assumed chemo was a success, that he was heading home he had been going for two weeks. Boy was I wrong, no texts February 2nd, the 3rd no texts, 4th he doesn’t answer my phone call. The 5th..... I see his name pop up my head is hot and my heart pounding I go to start typing back in all caps telling him how worried I was. When all that came over me was a black cloud. “My dad is dead” I read it again and again and again. I knew I couldn’t respond. I searched for obituaries, and there it was the love of my life was smiling at me through a computer screen. I would never be able to touch him again or say my goodbyes. I was banned from the funeral by his wife, she turned my credit card off and reported it as fraud (Greg added me to his accounts) I had proof and verification paperwork that he approved this, so legally she couldn’t get me, however she was able to reverse all charges I made from jan 15 to feb 1st. Which suck and all, but fuck her and her kids they were so mean and evil to Greg. This is why he had me and other guys. There was a group of guys and one other guy Greg would see. You know I had to tell them he passed, we spoke about it once when we were at lunch. He said no one else will tell them you have too, please do this for me. I did. I have never been more full of rage or anger. They didn’t fucking care, alllll they cared about was money. THEY SAID THEY WERE JOKING BUT I KNOW YOU WERENT BOTH GROUPS OF GUYS, you know what they said after I told them he passed away and shared the obituaries. They both mocked me and said “well I guess you will have to be my new sugar daddy now since he liked you the most and clearly left you money because you’re so fucking perfect” Little do they know, none of us got ANY money. As rich as he was, his will was written AND I PERSONALLY told him to keep his money in the family. The other guys all harass and begged him for money, where as with me I never once asked. I never cried wolf that things were rough And I had no food. It was the weirdest and best relationship I’ve ever had. Greg’s heart stopped and had a DNR, there was nothing anyone could do he was pronounced dead. I wanted to thank @Steve yabsley , @Keith30309 and another client whose not on here for letting me reach out to you and talk in my time of need. I think my scars have healed and my heart is fully repaired, although a small part of it died with Gregory. I will mourn the loss of him for a long time, he was also an escort as a young boy via his paper delivery route. The first thing he bought after his first client was PF Flyers. We always joked about that. I told him before he passed I was going to get a PF flyer tattooed on me. I have yet to do it, only because I’m doing so much massage and it would be hard to keep clean so later this summer during vacation I will be getting the piece on my body. I don’t think I had any questions, like I did when I first started this post, I think that his community understands this sequence of events much better than my family and friends, as supportive as they have been, I can see it in their eyes that they wonder how I can fall in love with a man who was so visually, unattractive. It was easy, he listened, he comforted me, was Always there for me. So for anyone reading this, thank you. Love those you love and repair your relationships with those damaged because you just never know when your or their day is gonna be.

Run away to Boston together when I get to DC? Did you know that there’s apps and websites to “acquire weed” in dc? Do you have any recommendations? I’ve been using dreamy and it’s almost 350$ for an ounce. I can get ounces of medical for 150 from providence, so I feel like clawing my eyes out sometimes in DC lol

Well. Weed Caviar is the dankest weed one can find and then it’s sprayed with. THC oil, then rolled in a combo of shatter and keef. SHATTER is when they remove all the THC from the nuggets and boil it down and turn it into a wax which is then laid out like peanut brittle, boom shatter. KEEF is when you break up/grind weed and you feel all sticky and the little drops of crystal like powder that come from the weed, that’s keef. So basically it’s like baking a chocolate cake adding dark chocolate and milk chocolate then covering it in chocolate frosting. It’s like having your three favorite escorts at once. It is exteeemly pricy, but when your down in the ditches and in pain and don’t have an appetite— MOVE OVER WORLD BECAUSE IT’S ALL GONE! For y’all who know I had cancer at a young age, unforantely I have been struggling the last year thinking my cancer has returned but I just got the clear from my old doctors that it was just the old scar tissue from the two surgeries causing the uncomfortable feeling I felt— I just assumed it was growing again. I stock piled my weed and stayed indoors trying to not get sick waiting for test results, the last thing you want is the flu while you’re being attacked by cancer. Thank god and Greg alike— everything is negative and my blood work was strong and amazing Doc said! I don’t have a favorite strain as Ive been all around the country and have friends who grow in Providence, Boston, Vegas, Denver and Washington State— the strains rare like human people, no two plants are exactly alike. You can feed them the same nutreatns and water them Fiji water, but in the end they all will look similar, taste alike and have almost the same volume of THC, so I go off my eyes and noise when I buy. If you can “pick your own bag” like I ask to, then pick nuggets that look like cones, they’re the end of the nugget, they hold the most strongest nuggets. Vapeing and edibles are cool, but when you use marijuana to help you through life everyday to avoid pain and loss of appetite you start needing more and more— which is why I stick to nuggets and tincture, because the last thing I want is to be addicted to marijuana. So when enough is enough I bust out my top self tincture which is an oil mix of seeds and steams that has 0 ACTIVE THC, yes no weed, no high. However this is what curves my pain when it flares up, this is what helps me travel back and fourth between below freezing in Cleveland and 80 degree early-spring days down south. Sorry to write a book on a basic post like this but it’s imporant to me.

I’ve received a huge inflation in fake/flake clients. The latest thing, aside from all these fake people trying to send you checks in the mail (scams)— for me has been vulgar texts, phone calls and emails. I don’t mind a dirty text about dom/sub or water sports or even fisting etc, —I can chit chat about that casuall with no hang ups. However my line in the sand is phone sex, sexting, email sex and very vivid and imagined scenes being set. I’ve had ALOT of requests for people, for the sake of your day and stomach let’s just refer to what they’re asking for as SCAT. Now in my whole lot of years of massaging and escorting, 10/10 times when someone mentioned they want scat or want to eat scat— etc. They never show up; so in turn when someone is requesting said things and getting in over their heads making me feel like they’re a flake— I hit them when my PayPal link and ask for a non-refundable $100 to cover our chats. I often get called a flake or “red flagged” when I do this, then suddenly they go from vivid emails about gross fantasies they never want to come true to bashing me and that I’m gonna scam them. I guess, I don’t know if I’m venting or asking y’all if you’ve ever had a similar experience and if indeed that’s a real thing/fetish and if these said clients you’ve spoken with have ever actually showed up. Thoughts? Ideas? Opinions?

The gift of travel, the gift on Nyc horse and wagon through Central Park, amazing dining experiences I’ve never imagined, countless laughes, colognes, medical marijuana ♥️♥️, donations while my hands were burnt and I was unable to work for several months— had it not been for all of the care packages, cards, letters and emails, I’m not sure how I would have made it through the trauma and healing alone. I received a very special and expensive burn cream a forum member made himself, and it made the 3rd degree burns heal so quickly, I’m so thankful. So many things from such a wonderful community. The greatest gift I’ve learned, is the gift of giving. Something I’ve taken pride in the last couple months. You guys rock! Longevity all around !!!!!!!

Sorry I missed it, glad you enjoyed your birthday dinner! Stay warm!

Thanks for sharing Kevin! You’re a very visual person and the charts were very easy to understand and comprehend so I commend you on being very clear and having put a lot of thought into your work. Speaks wonders for you! Longevity

At first I thought, does it pair well with cheese-- then i thought about that a little further.

Check my travel schedule ! I’m up in Albany coming thru Boston then providence NYC Baltimore all the big cities down the wat then thru FL then headed west! Reach out let’s make things happen y’all

Business is picking up, and I’m just about ready to sell my late-grandmothers house. Today— our dishwasher flooded everywhere I had a repairman come out to fix that and my stove which has been acting funny for a couple days and finally died last night. It’s all explained in my GoFundMe campaign. I’m only reaching out because this is a time sensitive project, mold is gonna be growing and my dogs are gonna be exposed to it and I don’t wanna have to end up in a hotel room. I’m trying to use all resources I can. I am asking the community for just a little help this one time. Please take a second to read over my campaigne. My dogs require Rice and boiled chicken 3x a week with their digestive medication they take. They have super sensitive skin and bellies and I put up a huge blanket to keep the pores out and then seperated form the kitchen. https://www.gofundme.com/y5d9m6xw

I’m not sure why anyone would use anything leather to protect a bed. Leather is poris and has little tiny holes that accumulate dirt, sweat, — I’ll stop there ha ha. Yucky! Let’s get hot and bothered in the bed! Haha, just kidding let’s get stuck to the bed while contracting Mursa.

MARDIGRAS THERE IS JUST GONNA BE EVEN MORE EPIC THIS YEAR ! Congrats !!!!