BlueSky

He's also discussed here. But, so far, no one seems to have first hand experience yet.
https://m4m-forum.org/threads/411-on-this-gent-ruggedbro.156918/

A+ experience with Will; I will repeat

2003. I was about 38, and in a long-term relationship that had gone sexless. Problem was that I still loved the guy. So I convinced myself that hiring a scort could help me scratch the itch without the risk of it turning into a competing relationship.
 
My first hire was this adorable latino named Kenno from Rentboy, located in a large shared apartment in Queens. He was probably 20, with a beautiful body, smooth dark skin, and sweet demeanor - my ultimate fantasy. I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I filled three condoms that afternoon lol. Funny enough, newly-emboldened me soon found another adorable latino on rentboy and decided to give him a shag. Turns out he lived in the same apartment, in a neighboring room. I asked him if we could get kenno to join us, but he said that they were friends and didn't have sex with each other. Oh what might have been.....

Here the link to his Rent Men ad:
https://rent.men/Marc_Ryder

Here the link to his Rent Men ad:
https://rent.men/Marc_Ryder

Tiktok does a great job of recommending videos that match my likes, whether it is hunks or puppies.

I thought I had already posted a review on this guy, but I can't seem to find it.
When I lived in OC - I tried for months to hire this guy. He would perpetually ghost me. With the lack of providers in OC, I persisted.
 
Just before Covid I had 2 experiences with him:
First was good on the professional elements - you can tell he took classes. The sensual elements were terrible. On top of that he was over an hour late to the appt. Mind you he doesn't have a car. He wanted a review to be posted and I hesitated - explaining I was looking for sensual elements from a provider that I find with RM and especially with the sexy pics.
So, second session he took my advice was a tad more sensual but nothing to memorable. The professional massage elements were still there. Still, again and HOUR late to the appt. I wasn't in a hurry to hire again.

Works for me
 

Just wanted to forewarn people thinking about hiring him that he is not being very careful of covid and going to big house parties and raves. Everyone is entitled to handle the pandemic how they want to. But that info should be out there before you hire. I hope this helps!

I saw him too. Very good experience. Previous discussion here: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/411-on-a-super-hott-latinon-in-dc.149693/#post-1822004

No connection here either. Very weird. I set up an appointment with him last year and an hour before I texted to confirm his address. No response. Another try and no response. I found his IG through some internet sleuthing and found out he was in Galveston that day with what looked like a friend or BF. He never bothered to respond to my query about what happened. Will not try again. My guess is he is interested in only what’s “Fun” for him.

Cute guy nice smile

When pressed, and after a wee drinkie, I may have mentioned ...something... about the occasional engagement of a private therapeutic bodywork provider. My words of praise were more clinical than I might use in proper reviews and private thoughts...and basta. I, for one, must save something for a scandalous memoir

I met him recently as well. Quite disappointed. Looks like his pics, but that’s it. Little to no interaction. Would not repeat.

He also is on Facebook - sigh ...
 

With football season starting, here‘s a classic:
 

I was on vacation in Pattaya, Thailand during the early 80s. I went to a gay bar that had go-go dancers and 'money boys'. I went upstairs with one of them. I seem to recall that the charge was 800 baht ($25.00) for that session. We showered and we played. He stayed with me for a weekend. He showed me places and beaches I would not have discovered on my own. I even bought him a small piece of jewelry, in addition to his modest weekend fee. I had a great time and can't think of a better introduction to the world of escorting.

January of this year. My boyfriend of 10 years and I had been discussing opening our relationship for several months — when he left for a two-week trip back home overseas, we both agreed to try it out and let the other have what fun they wanted. I live in a smaller city with a limited scene, but thankfully within driving distance of more active ones. I planned a boys trip with one of my buddies for the first weekend my bf was gone, picked a guy off RM and set up the appointment for my hotel room.
 
Naturally I was crazy nervous and had visions of a cop sting running through my head, but also excitement at the prospect of having sex with a new man other than my partner for the first time in a decade. The guy showed up and planted a big kiss on me, and we got right to business. I had told the guy to start slow in our initial texting, but didn’t know better to clearly communicate what I was looking for, and the sex ended up being a lot rougher than I was prepared for. About an hour in to our 90 minute session, I wasn’t able to handle much more, and I told him we could stop there. Thankfully the guy immediately asked what was wrong, and started apologizing and got me talking. He sat there for another hour (well beyond our scheduled time) and chatted with me, as well as giving me lots of advice about how to enjoy this hobby successfully and introducing me to this forum.
 
The next weekend, I booked another date with a visiting guy in another city and had the most amazing sex of my life. After my bf came home, we swapped stories about my dates and his adventure visiting a bathhouse for the first time. February brought about one more date with another hot visiting guy and then... the pandemic.

Picture it....Philly 1982...a nervous, scared, closeted, college-aged young man paging through the classified section of Philadelphia Magazine, comes across a text-only advertisement for a “male escort.” I called the number and spoke with a guy named “Rick,” who was the escort, and he provided me with a physical description of himself. No photos, no e-mail or internet at that time, and definitely no forums like this. I can’t even remember how much, probably like $60 for the hour, which was a fortune to a college kid in 1982. As it turns out, he had a “stable” of young men available, including his current boyfriend, all of whom he managed. My first 3-way was with him and the boyfriend about a year later. I hired a couple other times through him over the next couple years, based solely on a physical description provided verbally by “Rick” over the phone.
 
I hadn’t hired since then until December, 2019. It’s a whole new world with the internet and texting and I’ve never felt older than I do now after recounting that story.

Not unusual with Latin men. I hope his cock is uncut and dark ?

Well, I just hit him up, as his ad showed he was local in West Hollywood. He wasted my entire night. I asked him if he was available this evening, and he said he was pretty much free the entire night. I asked for something around 8, to which he said there was no problem. Then he started texting me what I was into, how old I was, how big I was, and so forth. Since he lists "kissing" and "BF experience" in his ad, and this is something I like to get into, he took forever to respond back. After it was too late for me to go there, he stated he doesn't kiss or cuddle anymore from past bad experiences. Another potential one down the tubes.

I have two to share.
 
 
I think I may have shared this before: Once in PS I started talking to a guy at starbucks and in the course of the conversation found out he was a massage therapist sort of on the side. (He had a very impressive day job, so I set up an appointment. His house was one of the nicest houses I have ever been at, almost brand new and must have cost 5-6M easily. After I got there he set the house alarm system and we went into the massage room at the far end of the house. I got undressed, I always fold my clothing in a pile and put them on the chair that is available. The massage was fantastic one of the top 10, he was fully nude and had a really great body and had serious massage skills.
 
 
About ¾ of the way into the massage, the house alarm goes off, it was loud and like an evacuation alarm in office building and there were small lights flashing. He sort of ran, I jumped the fuck up and run to the chair not sure if the house was on fire, being broken into, or if Russia had just bombed us. I run to the chair where I had put my clothing and they are not there. The room is essentially pitch black except the candles and the small flashing lights but I couldn’t’ see where he moved my clothing to. My tennis shoes were still there under the chair, so I put on my shoes, grabbed the sheet on the table and started to exit the room. (all of this happened in seconds) I get to the door and the alarm stops and then I see him down the hallway and he turns and says what are you doing.
 
 
Now I am seconds from having a heart attack my adrenalin is pumping so much and I said I didn’t know what happened and his response was “oh that was just the 45 minute alarm so we know how much time is left” I didn’t even know how to respond. He walks me back to the room and says get back on the table so we can finish. Well at this point I am really have no interest in trying to calm down and potentially have the house alarm go off again in 15 minutes. I ask for my clothing which he gets from the closet, I get dressed, and pay him, when we get to the front door he pulls me into this fantastic kiss and says hope I see you again, I get out to my car and there is a text from him saying it’s too bad I had to leave he was looking forward to playing with me….WHAT? (by the way I almost got out of the car and walked back to the house he was that hot) my heart is beating a million beats a second still from the alarm I couldn’t even imagine how I would calm down.
 
 
The second was on a trip to Hawaii. This is pre me knowing about this site. Guy was highly recommended by a few folks and had a large ad in Frontiers (or whatever that magazine was called) . I show up, he is a good-looking guy, muscular we go to the massage room, I ask to use the restroom and he points me through the kitchen which looked like no dishes had been washed in over a decade. Bathroom was so/so clean. We had agreed to a 90 minute massage for 150
 
 
I return and he is fully undressed except for a stripper g string and dress shoes. I should have left but he was hot and filled out the g string very well and he was highly recommended. Red Flag 1, he did not shut the fuck up. He had a thick Russian accent which made it challenging enough to understand what he was saying but combine that with me trying to relax and there being music playing every 5 seconds I was saying “what?” , Red flag #2 he shoves his finger in my ass and starts playing with it. Now I love having things in there but fingers is not one of them. Before I could ask him to remove his finger, he trys to upsell me by saying fingering is an extra 20. I say I don’t like/enjoy it and would like him to stop. His response was to shove a second finger up and ask if that is better. I tell him no, I don’t like fingers, so he pulls out and asks if I want him to fuck me, it would only be 50 more. I say no, just the massage, so he grabs my hand and puts it on his dick which was rock hard and nice, and he says its only 30 if I want to beat him off. I move my hand away and say no I am not interested in upgrades today.
 
 
So then he takes this air thing that goes on your nose when you are breathing oxygen and puts it on me and turns on blueberry smelling oxygen, I pull it off and asked what he had just done, and he explained he does oxygen aromatherapy for just 5 per minute. I get up at this point and am outraged, I say was the oxygen line even clean, I told him I was done and had no interest in continuing, I got off the table and got dressed. Now mind you we are probably 30 minutes into a 90-minute session. I pull out 100 bucks and say here, I am leaving early, so he goes you owe me 180 bucks and I said I am not even staying an hour, I really should just be giving you 50. He has the balls to say, no you booked my time and that was 150, plus the fingering was 20 and 10 minutes of oxygen therapy was 10, that’s 180.
 
 
Now I am outraged because not only did I not ask for the upgrades I specifically said I didn’t want them. He is blocking the doorway and won’t let me open the door. He keep saying I owe him 180. Luckily for me he is wearing dress shoes because I am finally able to push him away on the carpet because he cannot get grip with his shoes. I bolt out of the apartment and literally ran 2 blocks in case he was chasing me wearing his g-string.
 
 
That night my buddy and I went to a bar and guess who is the gogo dancer, and he spots me and pushes his way through the crowd and starts shouting I owe him 130 bucks. Needless to say we had to leave that bar. I have never felt so violated in my life as I did with him.

Because some clients are looking for more than sucking and fucking. As someone who enjoys long make-out sessions and cuddling when I sleep, I enjoy that time as much as, if not more, than the physical sex. I just had an overnight on Saturday with my regular and had a blast. We made out for over an hour, had some hot fun, showered, had some food, watched a movie together while cuddling and drinking wine, moved to my bedroom for some additional fun, slept wrapped around each other all night, and awoke to some more fun. We've started calling it our "date night." If you're just into getting your rocks off I can see where an overnight wouldn't make sense. At times, I wish I was one of those guys who want nothing more than get in, get off, and get out. It sure as hell would save me a lot of money, but I don't find that completely satisfying and I actually enjoy the connection made with a guy during longer sessions.

The pics are of @/itslouisrosa a “model/influencer” based out of Florida.