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@pett hanv I see you just joined. Welcome to Company of Men. Just as an  FYI-usually as a courtesy we include the link to the person we are asking about. 
 
So here it is https://rentmen.eu/jakewood/
 
And may I say you have very good taste. I hope someone can answer your query.  It's interesting that someone as handsome as he is and has been advertising for 7 years doesn't have any reviews. I hope it's not a red flag. 

I love it when he takes on the TruMpers and really shows what idiots they truly are. I agree, he has great  timing and his interviews are the best!

You Sir are a lucky man!

He’s an odd dude, but gives a good massage.  He’s straight.  

Let's not overthink this. Hot twins. Jeez, what's not to like? I would hire these guys in a minute. 

Exaxtly.
The bias against incest is only about heterosexuals who risk producing deformed babies. Gay twins can fuck each other's brains out with no worries. 
 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/music/2025/06/20/benson-boone-american-heart-review/
In pop music, the danger of making yourself memorable is that you must eventually transcend people’s memories. For Benson Boone, that means proving he’s more than a singing mustache who does backflips.
On his new album, “American Heart,” he tries and tries. These are over-sung pop songs designed to flatter the world with their unyielding sense of effort, resulting in something fizzy, dizzying, occasionally fun and fundamentally shrewd. Before we even get to Boone’s voice, it’s helpful to know there’s such a sharp mind behind that moisturized mustache — a mind that knew quitting “American Idol” in 2021 would make him appear more interesting than actually winning; a mind that knew it could send ripples across social media every time he performed a flip in concert because no one in this wide world — in all its untamed imagination — had ever bothered to visualize Tom Selleck fronting Bad Brains.
  Boone’s voice is made of elastic and caramel, and he uses it to generate muscly whimpers that sound deeply studied in the acrobatics of Bruno Mars, the roguishness of Olivia Rodrigo and the sogginess of Hozier. Toss some Freddie Mercurial pomp onto the mood board, add a spritz of perspiration from an ’80s aerobics class, then shred everything into itty-bits of rainbow confetti and you’re pretty much there. It’s a voice that refuses to be moderated or confined, which means it sounds absolutely terrific whenever Boone rubs a lyric against the laws of alchemy or metaphysics. During the glammy thump of “Wanted Man,” he huffs and puffs in the direction of a dancing woman made of “liquid gold.” On “Mystical Magical” — a hit single that brings Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” down to mall-walking tempo — he serves a melting melody in playful falsetto, describing his love as “moonbeam ice cream.” Fabulous. Two scoops, please.
Wait, hold on a second, what does “moonbeam ice cream” even mean? Oh, nothing at all, according to Boone during a recent interview with the equally pointless Jimmy Fallon. Same goes for Boone’s album title and its closing track, “Young American Heart.” It’s a power ballad about “living in some crazy times,” and how death might not be that bad so long as the love and friendship felt good. In the refrain, Boone roars, “If I’m gonna die a young American, and this was the final night we’d ever have again, I’d be just fine as long as I’m wherever you are.” Please forgive the fellow survivors of said crazy times for craving something more than complete meaninglessness, here — a disappointment that only deepens once you’ve seen this album’s cover: an image of Boone draping the American flag over his beautifully dirty, sunburned torso. He looks as if he’s been rolling around in Pennzoil and Rao’s marinara, and for what?
All of this messy vapidity makes “Momma Song” the album’s standout. It’s an uncharacteristically solemn orchestral number that forces Boone to imagine a future tragedy worthy of his throat’s dexterity. In the refrain, the singer invites his mom on a trip down memory lane, asking her to recount her old loves, her old haunts, her favorite songs — because, “I’m gonna need this when I’m holding pictures of you and that’s all that I’ve got left.” In this tender, confused, bravura moment, Boone’s failure to hack his music’s fundamental problem ends up being the best reason to keep listening: His life has yet to grow into his voice.

Are there any "great singers" out there today ? Ive heard that Stefani Germanotta does actually know how to sing...but who else ? Can't think of anyone. Meanwhile I would totally fuck Benson Boone whether or not he can sing. 

He's sexy.
It's like Matthew mcConaughey and Orlando Bloom had a baby.
 
 
 

Lots of enthusiastic members, but no takers.
 

I'm going to be in NYC this fall.. I'm very tempted and I LOVE gingers!

It appears to have been "bumped" just often enough periodically to have avoided falling into inactive status. 

I have seen him twice, very good and speaks good English and I intend to hire him again soon. 

So I took the plunge with this guy.  His pictures were totally accurate.  Washboard abs, muscular thighs and a nicely built chest with sensitive nipples.  
So with all that, the encounter was still very very meh.  In summary:  Great body, nice cock, friendly, but as far as his mouth and hands were concerned, I could have left my penis home.  
It was a bit difficult to make the arrangements but we both had responsibility for that.  
He did ask 400 and he did agree to 350.  I think he would have said yes to 300 but by the time we were discussing donations, I was not going to fight for every penny.
He said he would kiss and he did and well, but it was clear it was not his favorite activity.  He never initiated it and he was always the one to stop first.  
He offered to top, but I was not interested.  He had a very nice piece of equipment and for those who enjoy such things, he did exhibit some talented hip action in other activities. 
He would not do oral, though I did ask about it before the meeting.  His answer was vague, so I was not shocked, merely disappointed.   He did enjoy receiving it very clearly.
I did manage some ass play, but any attempt to enter him with a finger was greeted with a gentle swat.  I persisted and accepted minimal digital entry as a moral victory.  
I can not recall him using his hands to touch my cock 
I did get off.  Once I was excited, I did the pumping.  Not a favorite of mine with an escort,  as I can do that at home.  
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I do love that you throw them out! I have done that a few times and am grateful I did not get thrashed by the escorts in question. I do take an exception to marijuana though, especially if I have hired the escort before and feel comfortable with them. 

Very good list of warning signs, in my opinion.
Simple: I don’t want people doing drugs or getting high on a date with me.

The only time I’ve ever been threatened was when a guy after a good dinner (on our 4th date, and at his request our 1st overnight) took some substance in the bathroom and then in bed started to complain that ‘the rich always get what they want’. I threw him out.

Drugs and escorting.
What can possibly go wrong?

PNP and attitude!
Bad work ethic, laziness, etc

Red flags:

Profiles with just a few pictures and just a few words in the descriptions.
Providers asking for a deposit upfront.
Profiles with pictures that I recognize from five or 10 years ago.
Pro-active complaints about clients.
Super vague descriptions.
Name changers (I don't mind one name change, but when it becomes a habit). 
 

he's got a slightly immature personality, but that's to be expected from a cute young escort. nonetheless, he's got experience in having sex that's above his years. very talented sex worker and made me feel very good. would recommend.

I remember when I was younger and hook-ups were initiated from meeting someone at a bar...I'd sometimes get home and decide I wasn't really into my chosen partner. So if I wanted to be polite I would just let them fuck me...since that way the easiest way to get the job done and send them home.

So wait…you reached out to him knowing you couldn’t afford to hire?

Bad teeth … 😊

This has been covered a lot elsewhere, ad nauseam…..but let’s dive in again because new red flags crop up occasionally.
Mine are (from the providers perspective)
- Endless chat. I have one guy who crops up every few months ‘hi what’s your rate’…’hi can I suck you during the massage’…’where are you’…’how does it work’.. It’s gone on for 5 years. He’ll never book.
- Cock pics. Honestly I’ve seen every type of cock. Yours might be lovely but I really don’t care until it visits me ok?
- Calls from excited husbands (who are self pleasuring during the call) to book a surprise massage for their partner or wife….”she’d like you to fuck her”… No mate she wouldn’t appreciate that and I’m not doing surprises, goodbye.
- A text or message from clients who can’t type more than one word: ‘service’ or ‘massage’ or ‘rates?’. If he can’t be bothered to form a sentence how’s he going to be bothered to visit?
- Any enquiry that is ‘hey are you free now / in next half hour’. No, sorry I’m not free at short notice. If you don’t want me to prepare properly you’re probably not visiting for the right reasons. Have a wank it will be cheaper. 
- The phrase “I’ll definitely book” used during the conversation about services etc. It actually means ‘I’ll definitely think about definitely booking’. The interaction by chat and the booking in their head is all that will ever happen. 
90% of clients are fabulous. None of those red flags happen. The other 10% however could take up > 50% of the time if you let them however from experience the red flags are so obvious that you can just cut them off quickly.