myophile

Rugged. Masculine. Hot.

As I thought we had made clear, there is one RM provider in Vegas this week who is about as Olympia-stage ready as any of us are ever likely to meet.

I can confirm the freakiness. He embodies the saying “Never judge a book by its cover.” Meeting a provider for the first time is always full of surprises, and my first session (and second, and third!) with this massive beast was no exception — except all of the surprises were pleasant ones, some of them shockingly so …

Holy cow, Danny — THAT’S INHUMAN!!!

I just WhatsApp’d him to ask if by any chance he was planning a stopover in NYC on his way back to the UK, but no such luck … 💪🏻☹️

Lucky you!!! Please report back.

Thus sayeth the troll.

So are the rest of us — satisfied clients, old friends, colleagues in the biz — also just figments of AI’s fevered imagination? Don’t be a moron. If anybody’s using AI in this thread to push an agenda, it’s you, Miss Thing. As someone born and raised in Alaska, you make me ashamed for my home state.

“Myophile’s Law”: The nicer the guy, and the more enthusiastic and heartfelt the praise, the more likely to attract a troll. Trolls can smell positivity a mile off, and it drives them bonkers.

Such a hot fucker, I hope he can be persuaded to visit NYC sometime — we’d keep him well fed with meat AND cock, LOL. Does anybody else see the facial resemblance to porn star William Seed? https://rent.men/Williamseedxxx

Aside from Danny’s stingingly appropriate response directly to @christiancana, I can think of no better answer to his question, or any clearer illustration of Danny’s philosophy, than this exchange between @purplekow and @Vin Marco!

This is how I imagine @Vin Marco training for his triumphal end-of-year tour: https://youtu.be/Ot2rRP87H3s

Calling @Vin Marco — Bro!!! It’s Monday, and WEEKS until you travel our way — we need a physique update, stat! We’re dying here!

No plans that I know of, but I just texted him to check in, and if there is news I can share, I’ll report back.

Big, tight, bowling-ball muscle asses are my thing, and the best I’ve had belongs to https://rentmen.eu/Musclebullx, in the UK.

😘😘😘 All my favorite people are Peter Pan types. As one intense, precocious, semi-feral adolescent to another, I salute you, brother!

I went back and looked at photos of Larry Scott in his prime — major masturbatory fodder for this adolescent muscle-hound — and fuck me running if Danny’s guns aren’t significantly bigger, and harder, too!

Jeeeeesus, big guy 💪🏻😳 Those guns look like Larry Scott’s in his prime, and I can bestow no higher compliment!

If this forum has any value at all, it is as a clearing house for these sorts of awkward but important issues. TL:DR — what Danny said, every word. In addition, I would advise any would-be client to carefully read RM reviews, and comments here, in order to judge whether a provider is trustworthy or not. For my own part, I only schedule repeat dates with providers who seem comfortable with me, and more importantly, comfortable in their own skin — guys who can carry on a conversation, who express some measure of interest in me, and don’t mind sharing something about themselves, with the goal of establishing, at the very least, a cordial professional relationship, and at best, a lasting friendship. For what it’s worth, I apply EXACTLY these same criteria in evaluating a personal trainer, or a physical therapist, or a masseur. I count some of my closest friends among members of these professions — “Gentlemen of the Evening” most definitely included. I am fascinated by what they do, grateful that I can afford their services, and prepared to celebrate them, both as people and as high level professionals, to whoever will listen. .

FYI, I can’t connect to rentmen this evening through any of its satellite sites.

He was physically astonishing, and one of the sweetest people I’d met in the biz. But COVID, what with gym closings and no clients, hit him hard; he moved to Florida, was briefly in New Jersey, then I lost track of him.

I used to see MuscleCompanion / Ben Kieran every time I visited Boston, but since he dropped out of the biz a few years back, the pickings in Beantown have been VERY slim. I haven’t found anybody to hire there since the pandemic.

Aw, thank you, buddy — you sure know how to sweet-talk a wannabe meathead! 💪🏻😍

My man! Frankly, a feat like that, achieved AGAIN after ten years’ hiatus, absolutely stands as a new “personal best” in my book. To the group, full disclosure: Danny is sharing gym stories with me because he knows that for me, it counts as “talking dirty,” and has exactly the same effect …

Sign me up, big guy!