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Ken is on rentmasseur:
https://rentmasseur.com/TJ_SEA
If you do book with him, let us know where he's landed. I need to book with him soon. 

I would agree with this completely. He's very sexy, with a lean wiry bod, but if you're looking for a therapeutic massage, you may want to check elsewhere.

I don't know how it happened, but I was itching for a massage last night and was near Penn Station, so I walked in with no appointment and got the legendary Andy.
 
We didn't go upstairs, just used one of the regular rooms on the first floor. The quality of the massage was light years better than any I've had at this establishment: focused, vigorous, skilled. I even enjoyed the foot massage he gave, which I normally find a waste of time.
 
While the sensual aspects were a bit robotic, I figured this was a first time/walk-in experience and he probably gives more attention to his regular clients. And the massage itself is worth a return trip.

@Tarheelboy214, I would recommend Ken who currently works out of Energy Men Spa on West 23rd Street (https://www.energymenspa.com/). He's maybe not your physical ideal (he's short and meaty; an asian cub, not a twink), but he's very sweet and friendly and gives a lovely massage. I've seen him many times and have always left totally satisfied.
 
You can also check out his RM profile (http://rentmasseur.com/TJ_SEA/).
 
Good luck and safe travels!
 
(I posted this reply under the "Spas in NYC" thread since I wasn't referencing 27 Men Spa.)

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

It was during the winter break of my freshman year in college. I was in Waikiki, lying on the "gay beach," when a fit older guy approached me. He chatted me up and gave me his business card and offered me a free massage. It was very clear what his intentions were, and I was all for it. He was tall and well-muscled, a former bodybuilder, and a certified massage therapist. (I realize that this reads like a "Dear Penthouse" letter, but just go with it.)
 
He had his massage table set up in front of the TV with a mirror under the head cradle so you could watch gay porn in the reflection. I stripped naked and got on his table. He was very clearly a professional masseur and gave me an excellent massage. While he worked on my back, legs and butt, my hand was introduced to his extremely hard, veiny, and impressively large cock. I was a bit trepidatious at this point as I was fairly new to anal sex. But he was a sweet, tender gentleman and took his time with me.
 
The massage proceeded gloriously with him stretching my body in various positions, maximizing the amount of contact between us. He teased my hole and slowly began to open me up. When he flipped me over onto my back, I was hard and ready. He picked me up and took me into his bedroom. And...well, you know.
 
All this to say my first experience was amazing! It certainly defined an aspect of my sexuality which I continue to enjoy and explore to this day.

I don't know how it happened, but I was itching for a massage last night and was near Penn Station, so I walked in with no appointment and got the legendary Andy.
 
We didn't go upstairs, just used one of the regular rooms on the first floor. The quality of the massage was light years better than any I've had at this establishment: focused, vigorous, skilled. I even enjoyed the foot massage he gave, which I normally find a waste of time.
 
While the sensual aspects were a bit robotic, I figured this was a first time/walk-in experience and he probably gives more attention to his regular clients. And the massage itself is worth a return trip.

I don't know how it happened, but I was itching for a massage last night and was near Penn Station, so I walked in with no appointment and got the legendary Andy.
 
We didn't go upstairs, just used one of the regular rooms on the first floor. The quality of the massage was light years better than any I've had at this establishment: focused, vigorous, skilled. I even enjoyed the foot massage he gave, which I normally find a waste of time.
 
While the sensual aspects were a bit robotic, I figured this was a first time/walk-in experience and he probably gives more attention to his regular clients. And the massage itself is worth a return trip.

I don't know how it happened, but I was itching for a massage last night and was near Penn Station, so I walked in with no appointment and got the legendary Andy.
 
We didn't go upstairs, just used one of the regular rooms on the first floor. The quality of the massage was light years better than any I've had at this establishment: focused, vigorous, skilled. I even enjoyed the foot massage he gave, which I normally find a waste of time.
 
While the sensual aspects were a bit robotic, I figured this was a first time/walk-in experience and he probably gives more attention to his regular clients. And the massage itself is worth a return trip.

I don't know how it happened, but I was itching for a massage last night and was near Penn Station, so I walked in with no appointment and got the legendary Andy.
 
We didn't go upstairs, just used one of the regular rooms on the first floor. The quality of the massage was light years better than any I've had at this establishment: focused, vigorous, skilled. I even enjoyed the foot massage he gave, which I normally find a waste of time.
 
While the sensual aspects were a bit robotic, I figured this was a first time/walk-in experience and he probably gives more attention to his regular clients. And the massage itself is worth a return trip.

I've seen George multiple times for the last 3 or 4 years for grooming services (waxing/trimming). He's always provided excellent, detail-oriented service along with a very warm, open and fun personality. I've never hired him for a massage session, but he usually does some massage with his grooming services in my experience and he certainly seems to know what he's doing. I believe he worked at a legitimate day spa before he went fully private.
 
He works out of a 5th floor walk-up with a shower available. He's not a gym rat (got a little pudge on him), but he has a sweet smile and can be extremely sensual; the boy's got skills.
 
As always, YMMV.

I've seen George multiple times for the last 3 or 4 years for grooming services (waxing/trimming). He's always provided excellent, detail-oriented service along with a very warm, open and fun personality. I've never hired him for a massage session, but he usually does some massage with his grooming services in my experience and he certainly seems to know what he's doing. I believe he worked at a legitimate day spa before he went fully private.
 
He works out of a 5th floor walk-up with a shower available. He's not a gym rat (got a little pudge on him), but he has a sweet smile and can be extremely sensual; the boy's got skills.
 
As always, YMMV.

I always have my cock pointing downward and usually right against my thigh so the masseur brushes it when he does my legs. In my experience, if the therapist does not want to engage in a sexual way, he will use the draping to move it out of the way.
I also like to keep my hands at the edge of the table; I love feeling the masseur brush against my fingertips, especially the head of his cock through his pants. Once again, if he doesn't want to, he can reposition my arms, and non-verbally signal that he's not interested/doesn't want to.
At that point, if it's a no-go, just relax and enjoy the massage (hopefully it's a good one).

I always have my cock pointing downward and usually right against my thigh so the masseur brushes it when he does my legs. In my experience, if the therapist does not want to engage in a sexual way, he will use the draping to move it out of the way.
I also like to keep my hands at the edge of the table; I love feeling the masseur brush against my fingertips, especially the head of his cock through his pants. Once again, if he doesn't want to, he can reposition my arms, and non-verbally signal that he's not interested/doesn't want to.
At that point, if it's a no-go, just relax and enjoy the massage (hopefully it's a good one).

Update:
 
Had a massage with Nickshands and it was disappointing. His space/set-up is messy, bordering on squalid. The massage was bare bones (and not in the good way): mechanical, unfocused, boring. I had mentioned in our texts that I was looking for a more therapeutic session, which he seemed either unwilling (or unable) to provide.
 
On a positive note, he looks exactly like his pics; he has a handsome face and a beautiful, athletic, hairy body. Unfortunately, I was hoping for more.

Thanks for the info. I've been meaning to check him out.
 
Question: his MF profile (https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/38660/) shows him up in Harlem, while his RM profile indicates that he's downtown. If you had an incall, can you clarify which location is correct?
 

 
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I can certainly appreciate an abundance of caution on his part, I just wish he had said that instead of defaulting to "preference." Thanks for the responses, gentlemen.

Thanks for the info. I've been meaning to check him out.
 
Question: his MF profile (https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/38660/) shows him up in Harlem, while his RM profile indicates that he's downtown. If you had an incall, can you clarify which location is correct?
 

 
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I can certainly appreciate an abundance of caution on his part, I just wish he had said that instead of defaulting to "preference." Thanks for the responses, gentlemen.

Slightly strange interaction: I reached out to Sergey the other day to inquire if he was available for a massage and he asked me how old I am, as he is "not working on young guys," (25-30). When I asked why, he replied, "Just my preference." It was a bit off-putting and I'm not sure what to make of it. I'm old enough, apparently, but I'm short, slim and frequently told I look younger (not bragging, just have a "babyface"), so felt uncomfortable booking with him. Not seeking validation or commiseration, just a heads up.