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I saw MuscDadMasseur several years ago when I was visiting friends in SE Michigan. I found his photos very appealing but felt a bit intimidated when I met him at his apartment. (Don’t know what shape he’s in now, as he’s using the same photos from 10 years ago, but he was a very fit muscle guy back then.) Nevertheless, I got on the table and within about 2 minutes he was also on the table - no big deal as many masseurs do this - but then I realized he was penetrating me. It’s difficult for me to understand this now, but I was nearly frozen with fear as he f*cked me. I didn’t object, nor did I stop him - I just kept thinking ‘I’ve got to get out of here.’ I know that I would deal with it very differently now - as similar behavior has occurred with other masseurs in the ensuing years and I’ve put a stop to it immediately. As you may have read/heard from women who find themselves in this situation, I kept asking myself if I had done something to encourage him. (I don’t think I did - certainly not intentionally.) I was shocked, felt violated, and have never told anyone about this.  But when I saw who was being discussed, I felt the need to get it off my chest.
No, it wasn’t a fantasy of mine, nor was it enjoyable. I felt very overwhelmed by a larger, more powerful person, and determined that if something like that ever happened again I would put an end to it immediately. And I have.

I saw MuscDadMasseur several years ago when I was visiting friends in SE Michigan. I found his photos very appealing but felt a bit intimidated when I met him at his apartment. (Don’t know what shape he’s in now, as he’s using the same photos from 10 years ago, but he was a very fit muscle guy back then.) Nevertheless, I got on the table and within about 2 minutes he was also on the table - no big deal as many masseurs do this - but then I realized he was penetrating me. It’s difficult for me to understand this now, but I was nearly frozen with fear as he f*cked me. I didn’t object, nor did I stop him - I just kept thinking ‘I’ve got to get out of here.’ I know that I would deal with it very differently now - as similar behavior has occurred with other masseurs in the ensuing years and I’ve put a stop to it immediately. As you may have read/heard from women who find themselves in this situation, I kept asking myself if I had done something to encourage him. (I don’t think I did - certainly not intentionally.) I was shocked, felt violated, and have never told anyone about this.  But when I saw who was being discussed, I felt the need to get it off my chest.
No, it wasn’t a fantasy of mine, nor was it enjoyable. I felt very overwhelmed by a larger, more powerful person, and determined that if something like that ever happened again I would put an end to it immediately. And I have.

I saw MuscDadMasseur several years ago when I was visiting friends in SE Michigan. I found his photos very appealing but felt a bit intimidated when I met him at his apartment. (Don’t know what shape he’s in now, as he’s using the same photos from 10 years ago, but he was a very fit muscle guy back then.) Nevertheless, I got on the table and within about 2 minutes he was also on the table - no big deal as many masseurs do this - but then I realized he was penetrating me. It’s difficult for me to understand this now, but I was nearly frozen with fear as he f*cked me. I didn’t object, nor did I stop him - I just kept thinking ‘I’ve got to get out of here.’ I know that I would deal with it very differently now - as similar behavior has occurred with other masseurs in the ensuing years and I’ve put a stop to it immediately. As you may have read/heard from women who find themselves in this situation, I kept asking myself if I had done something to encourage him. (I don’t think I did - certainly not intentionally.) I was shocked, felt violated, and have never told anyone about this.  But when I saw who was being discussed, I felt the need to get it off my chest.
No, it wasn’t a fantasy of mine, nor was it enjoyable. I felt very overwhelmed by a larger, more powerful person, and determined that if something like that ever happened again I would put an end to it immediately. And I have.

Was curious as to who this masseur is. Yikes! We used to go to the same gym in Minneapolis and I didn’t recognize him at first in his Rentmasseur photos. He’s more muscular and much hairier than he used to be. Don’t know what his massage is like, but always struck me as a very nice guy.

I saw him when he had a masseur friend visiting and was invited to try a 4-hand. I reluctantly agreed and wished I hadn’t. It’s really difficult to judge a massage experience when one of the two masseurs is clearly better at it than the other. The friend had poor massage skills and was  just annoying. I would like to see Myles again, but by himself.

I saw him when he had a masseur friend visiting and was invited to try a 4-hand. I reluctantly agreed and wished I hadn’t. It’s really difficult to judge a massage experience when one of the two masseurs is clearly better at it than the other. The friend had poor massage skills and was  just annoying. I would like to see Myles again, but by himself.

Saw him several years ago, pre-COVID, when he was sharing a massage space with some other guys. He’s nice enough, and I liked that without any discussion he stripped naked on my first visit and added “sensual touches” throughout. He even got an erection during the massage, which was fun. However, the sensuality died out after a couple of visits and the massage as well as the HE did become mechanical. I haven’t seen him since he moved into his own space, so I have no idea what he or his massage is like these days

Anyone had any experience with this masseur?
https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/46720/
 

Have had two peculiar interactions with Andrew. The first time I contacted him, about a year ago, we had a pleasant exchange of texts. When I asked if the massage would be nude/nude, he responded that he is “very friendly.” We set a time, but when I was on my way to his place, I received a text that the massage room he uses (which, I surmise, is shared) was locked and he didn’t have the key. OK, that’s odd, but things happen. The next time I was visiting the Phoenix area, I contacted him and we set up an appointment for the next day. Again, just as I was about to head out for his place, I received a text asking if I could make it another day as he was working his part-time job. I replied no thanks, and crossed Andrew off my list.

@Simon Suraci: The trailer/shed sounds like a no-go for me, but I'd be more inclined to try anyway because of my client referral.
neither the massage or the setting has prompted me to return!

I was recently visiting the Tempe, AZ, area when Ryan also came to the ASU campus. The building he’s staying in has a Whole Foods on the ground floor, so he advised me to park in their parking garage. This got everything off on the wrong foot, as a security guard who was patrolling the parking area came over and made sure that I went down to the store. Meanwhile, Ryan was trying to find out where I was and how/where to find me. Consequently, I was late for my appointment.
Anyway, I agree with others who found his massage somewhat mechanical. There were no “sensual” touches, no interaction that I was expecting from the “mutual touch OK” line in his ad. There was no massaging after I turned over onto my back; just an awkward attempt at a happy ending which really wasn’t very happy. Then: get off the table, get dressed, get out. I didn’t mind that his face and physique are larger and thicker than in his photos (‘roids?), but overall I was disappointed with the experience and definitely wouldn’t repeat.

I was recently visiting the Tempe, AZ, area when Ryan also came to the ASU campus. The building he’s staying in has a Whole Foods on the ground floor, so he advised me to park in their parking garage. This got everything off on the wrong foot, as a security guard who was patrolling the parking area came over and made sure that I went down to the store. Meanwhile, Ryan was trying to find out where I was and how/where to find me. Consequently, I was late for my appointment.
Anyway, I agree with others who found his massage somewhat mechanical. There were no “sensual” touches, no interaction that I was expecting from the “mutual touch OK” line in his ad. There was no massaging after I turned over onto my back; just an awkward attempt at a happy ending which really wasn’t very happy. Then: get off the table, get dressed, get out. I didn’t mind that his face and physique are larger and thicker than in his photos (‘roids?), but overall I was disappointed with the experience and definitely wouldn’t repeat.

The answer is "it depends on the provider". The vast majority have more explicit pics of the types you describe, but not 100%. I have seen several lately whose locked pics are of their massage table or the space they work in. And others have more pics that are no more explicit than their public pics. So the fact that a provider has private pics doesn't automatically mean HE and MT.

Anyone have any experience with this guy? He writes that he quit doing massage due to COVID but is back.
 
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Jaime was in the Phoenix, AZ, area at the same time I was visiting back in December 2022. The appointment was easy to arrange and he was very gracious when I got confused about the date/time (long story). He was staying at an AirB&B and had a massage table set up in a bedroom. Although I found him very attractive and sexy in his Rentmasseur photos, I was stunned when he opened the door and I saw him in person. And as others have mentioned, he has the body of a classic Greek statue. (I don’t have words to describe his butt.) I found him to be more businesslike than aloof, but he was very, er, accommodating as the massage progressed. The fee was $200. I would’ve liked to make another appointment, but he told me he’d be leaving the region the next day.
Coda: A few days later, reviewing the experience in my mind, I got a little worked up and decided to arrange to have another massage while I was in the area. The masseur I contacted wasn’t as easy to communicate with in texts, but we eventually set up a time to meet. When I asked for his address, it was exactly the same one that Jaime had given me: the same street number, gate code, and apartment number! I don’t remember exactly what I wrote back, but it was something about having been to that address before; which must’ve freaked him out, because then, the whole thing was called off.
P.S. I thought the massage itself was excellent. Not the best I ever had, but far from worst. 
 

After I moved to Minneapolis I began encountering some very peculiar masseurs. There was a guy who talked all the way the way through the massage about trouble he was having with his teenage daughter; there was a guy who began having a row with his boyfriend just as I arrived for the massage; there was one who, even though things had seemed fine on the phone when I made the appointment, refused to open the door when I arrived at his apartment. But probably the most peculiar was a middle aged masseur who had his table set up in the living room. He watched me - lasciviously, I thought - as I undressed. (He did not disrobe.) After I was facedown on the table and he began the massage, he asked, “Do you feel vulnerable right now?” Needless to say, I tensed up; and also tried to make a little joke about it. (Probably should’ve left right then.)
The massage actually was fairly decent, up until I turned over. He began stroking my legs (thighs particularly) less like a massage and more like caresses, and told me how special I was. I demurred, but he insisted that I knew I was very special, and then he started getting choked up. I was feeling that I needed to get the hell out of there; but he began crying. He blubbered, “You know you’re special,” and stopped massaging. I got off the table and started to dress. When I took some cash out of my pocket, he pushed it out of my hand and said he didn’t want my money. He was somewhere between weeping and becoming angry, so I quickly picked up the money from the floor, backed away to the door, and hurried out.
He still had on ad on Craigslist and another site for a couple of years after this. I wanted to somehow warn people about him, but it was before I was aware of this site, or perhaps it didn’t even exist then. Anyway, the experience made me wary about hiring again for quite a while. I’ve had some other “disagreeable” encounters, but the one with the angry weeper actually frightened me.

After I moved to Minneapolis I began encountering some very peculiar masseurs. There was a guy who talked all the way the way through the massage about trouble he was having with his teenage daughter; there was a guy who began having a row with his boyfriend just as I arrived for the massage; there was one who, even though things had seemed fine on the phone when I made the appointment, refused to open the door when I arrived at his apartment. But probably the most peculiar was a middle aged masseur who had his table set up in the living room. He watched me - lasciviously, I thought - as I undressed. (He did not disrobe.) After I was facedown on the table and he began the massage, he asked, “Do you feel vulnerable right now?” Needless to say, I tensed up; and also tried to make a little joke about it. (Probably should’ve left right then.)
The massage actually was fairly decent, up until I turned over. He began stroking my legs (thighs particularly) less like a massage and more like caresses, and told me how special I was. I demurred, but he insisted that I knew I was very special, and then he started getting choked up. I was feeling that I needed to get the hell out of there; but he began crying. He blubbered, “You know you’re special,” and stopped massaging. I got off the table and started to dress. When I took some cash out of my pocket, he pushed it out of my hand and said he didn’t want my money. He was somewhere between weeping and becoming angry, so I quickly picked up the money from the floor, backed away to the door, and hurried out.
He still had on ad on Craigslist and another site for a couple of years after this. I wanted to somehow warn people about him, but it was before I was aware of this site, or perhaps it didn’t even exist then. Anyway, the experience made me wary about hiring again for quite a while. I’ve had some other “disagreeable” encounters, but the one with the angry weeper actually frightened me.

After I moved to Minneapolis I began encountering some very peculiar masseurs. There was a guy who talked all the way the way through the massage about trouble he was having with his teenage daughter; there was a guy who began having a row with his boyfriend just as I arrived for the massage; there was one who, even though things had seemed fine on the phone when I made the appointment, refused to open the door when I arrived at his apartment. But probably the most peculiar was a middle aged masseur who had his table set up in the living room. He watched me - lasciviously, I thought - as I undressed. (He did not disrobe.) After I was facedown on the table and he began the massage, he asked, “Do you feel vulnerable right now?” Needless to say, I tensed up; and also tried to make a little joke about it. (Probably should’ve left right then.)
The massage actually was fairly decent, up until I turned over. He began stroking my legs (thighs particularly) less like a massage and more like caresses, and told me how special I was. I demurred, but he insisted that I knew I was very special, and then he started getting choked up. I was feeling that I needed to get the hell out of there; but he began crying. He blubbered, “You know you’re special,” and stopped massaging. I got off the table and started to dress. When I took some cash out of my pocket, he pushed it out of my hand and said he didn’t want my money. He was somewhere between weeping and becoming angry, so I quickly picked up the money from the floor, backed away to the door, and hurried out.
He still had on ad on Craigslist and another site for a couple of years after this. I wanted to somehow warn people about him, but it was before I was aware of this site, or perhaps it didn’t even exist then. Anyway, the experience made me wary about hiring again for quite a while. I’ve had some other “disagreeable” encounters, but the one with the angry weeper actually frightened me.

After I moved to Minneapolis I began encountering some very peculiar masseurs. There was a guy who talked all the way the way through the massage about trouble he was having with his teenage daughter; there was a guy who began having a row with his boyfriend just as I arrived for the massage; there was one who, even though things had seemed fine on the phone when I made the appointment, refused to open the door when I arrived at his apartment. But probably the most peculiar was a middle aged masseur who had his table set up in the living room. He watched me - lasciviously, I thought - as I undressed. (He did not disrobe.) After I was facedown on the table and he began the massage, he asked, “Do you feel vulnerable right now?” Needless to say, I tensed up; and also tried to make a little joke about it. (Probably should’ve left right then.)
The massage actually was fairly decent, up until I turned over. He began stroking my legs (thighs particularly) less like a massage and more like caresses, and told me how special I was. I demurred, but he insisted that I knew I was very special, and then he started getting choked up. I was feeling that I needed to get the hell out of there; but he began crying. He blubbered, “You know you’re special,” and stopped massaging. I got off the table and started to dress. When I took some cash out of my pocket, he pushed it out of my hand and said he didn’t want my money. He was somewhere between weeping and becoming angry, so I quickly picked up the money from the floor, backed away to the door, and hurried out.
He still had on ad on Craigslist and another site for a couple of years after this. I wanted to somehow warn people about him, but it was before I was aware of this site, or perhaps it didn’t even exist then. Anyway, the experience made me wary about hiring again for quite a while. I’ve had some other “disagreeable” encounters, but the one with the angry weeper actually frightened me.

After I moved to Minneapolis I began encountering some very peculiar masseurs. There was a guy who talked all the way the way through the massage about trouble he was having with his teenage daughter; there was a guy who began having a row with his boyfriend just as I arrived for the massage; there was one who, even though things had seemed fine on the phone when I made the appointment, refused to open the door when I arrived at his apartment. But probably the most peculiar was a middle aged masseur who had his table set up in the living room. He watched me - lasciviously, I thought - as I undressed. (He did not disrobe.) After I was facedown on the table and he began the massage, he asked, “Do you feel vulnerable right now?” Needless to say, I tensed up; and also tried to make a little joke about it. (Probably should’ve left right then.)
The massage actually was fairly decent, up until I turned over. He began stroking my legs (thighs particularly) less like a massage and more like caresses, and told me how special I was. I demurred, but he insisted that I knew I was very special, and then he started getting choked up. I was feeling that I needed to get the hell out of there; but he began crying. He blubbered, “You know you’re special,” and stopped massaging. I got off the table and started to dress. When I took some cash out of my pocket, he pushed it out of my hand and said he didn’t want my money. He was somewhere between weeping and becoming angry, so I quickly picked up the money from the floor, backed away to the door, and hurried out.
He still had on ad on Craigslist and another site for a couple of years after this. I wanted to somehow warn people about him, but it was before I was aware of this site, or perhaps it didn’t even exist then. Anyway, the experience made me wary about hiring again for quite a while. I’ve had some other “disagreeable” encounters, but the one with the angry weeper actually frightened me.

Likewise. My first massage with him was several years ago. He was very friendly and the “sensual” aspects of the massage were arousing. However, when I said that I thought he’d be naked during the massage, he added $ to the price. I agreed, then he asked me if I was enjoying what he was doing - and said he could get “erotic” for more $. He had his crotch in my face, so I guessed/hoped we’d venture into oral territory. Alas, no. But it was still a  very enjoyable (if expensive) time.
While visiting Phoenix about 7 months ago I decided to try him again, just to see if anything had changed. His physique is still stunning and he’s still very friendly. His base price has gone up, but he got naked before the massage started and provided a very fun HE for no extra charge.
 
 

The most surprising thing that could happen during a massage is actually getting a great massage 😂

I hired Koltan based on the positive reviews I read here. He got back to me promptly and he seemed like a nice guy, but, overall, I was very disappointed with the experience. The massage itself was mediocre and there was absolutely nothing sensual about it. To be fair, one of the reviews noted YMMV re sensual massage, so I guess I was the variable.

Gus gives a good combination of therapeutic + sensual massage. I’ve been to see him several times. The only caveat I have is that he can be a little too chatty on occasions; I’m never sure what to say to a masseur to cut back on the conversation. (Used to see a guy who wouldn’t say anything during the massage unless I said something or asked a question. He kept his eyes closed throughout the massage so that he could concentrate on the “feel” of the body he was massaging.) Otherwise, i recommend Gus highly.

Saw Kevin again recently. Probably the best massage I’ve had with him (out of 4 or 5). Did some great work on my traps, lower back and glutes; pressure was just right and he went from long, deep strokes to very light touching up and down my legs and butt. HE was sensational. Don’t know where you’ll be staying; Kevin’s place is about 40 mins from Ann Arbor, but well worth the drive.