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I’ve seen him, twice. All aspects of the first experience were average, but good enough to see him a second time. His photos are real and current. He really phoned it in on the second visit, less than 30 minutes, so I figured a recurring arrangement wasn’t worthwhile. That, and he’s at the most, 15 years younger than me - which isn’t nothing - but he kept referring to “his generation” in conversation, like I was old enough to be his grandfather or something. Between that and him complimenting his own looks, I was kind of turned off by his ego.

I’ve seen him, twice. All aspects of the first experience were average, but good enough to see him a second time. His photos are real and current. He really phoned it in on the second visit, less than 30 minutes, so I figured a recurring arrangement wasn’t worthwhile. That, and he’s at the most, 15 years younger than me - which isn’t nothing - but he kept referring to “his generation” in conversation, like I was old enough to be his grandfather or something. Between that and him complimenting his own looks, I was kind of turned off by his ego.

Well I tried setting something up with him but it didn’t work out.
 
He gave me the same location twice, which was a street address that does not actually exist but is near a few hotels. I explained that address didn’t seem to exist, and asked if he didn’t mind giving me the hotel name and room number, since that would make it easier for me to find. 20 minutes later he texted me a new street address a couple blocks away. Said he wouldn’t give the room number until I arrived. At that point, I just had a bad feeling about it all and said thanks but never mind.
 
Out of curiosity a little later, I did navigate to that address on Grindr and did see his profile near that address, so I do think he’s legit. I might have missed out on a great massage, but anytime I ignore my instincts, I usually regret it. I guess I’ll never know now...

DO NOT HIRE
 
I was recently in Dallas for business, and decided to book a session. Decided on Erek. His low rate was a bit of a red flag, but he had so many good reviews, I decided it wasn't a lot of cash to lose if it didn't turn out great. I texted him, and instead of texting me back, he called me right away. I couldn't pick up, so he texted me back saying he only does business by phone.
 
I called him back a little later, and he was adamant about it being a strictly legitimate, therapeutic massage. I know some masseurs are wary of law-enforcement or don't like to commit to providing extras until they meet face to face, both of which I understand. So, I agreed. Then he went into the packages, asking me if I wanted the tantric special! I said "sure," and then he spent a full two minutes recapping how much it would cost.
 
He left right away and showed up very quickly. His photos were accurate, and he seemed nice enough at first, although I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what felt off.
 
His tantric special is laying nude to the side of you, head to foot. He lazily rubs your calves with his hands, and hoists one leg over you, rubbing your lower neck with his foot. He does this for **an entire hour** So, it’s neither a massage nor "tantric." He's fit as his photos show, he showed up, and it wasn't too much money to flush downt the toilet, so I could just forget the whole thing ever happened if it weren't for the INSANE conversation he led. The guy is mentally unbalanced. Plain and simple.
 
He’s an aspiring (and delusional) actor and model. His rationale for wanting to do that is because "all" women are only attracted to rich and famous guys. That is the only logical explanation as to why they are constantly rejecting him, who by his own standards has "a perfect, masculine body that no one can resist, yet he sees women dating men much weaker and uglier than him." And he was always asking for confirmation - "don't you agree??" He spent an hour talking about his various sexual exploits with women he meets on dating apps, and talks about it in the way an eighth grader would. (He keeps count - all SEVEN of them, and he's 27 or 28?!) And, (not that I cared), the stories and their details never lined up or made sense and constantly changed. The one consistency was how much resentment he harbored towards every woman who ever rejected him. For example, "Regretfully, I had to have her OK Cupid account closed for lying to me." Okay... The only time I took him at his word was when he looked me right in the eye and told me how proud and grateful he was to have been born white, "the best race there is." At that point, I decided not to say anything that could piss this guy off.
 
In between those stories, he kept reminding me how straight he was, and how no man on earth would ever stand a chance in trying to seduce him, while his junk was rubbing up against me... I wanted to believe the whole thing was his poor attempt at providing the typical gay fantasy of bagging a straight guy. As the hour came to a close, he shoved his phone in my face with the timer running and counted down, "3, 2, 1, and we're done." as though he expected I would confront him about shorting the time. Then, he laid on the bed and said I was welcome to massage him if I liked. Partly out of not wanting to add to his sense of rejection, and thinking "oh, here's where I play along with the gay-turns-a-straight fantasy," I did. Five minutes later, he asked me to pay him now and if he could shower, which I said sure. He gets in the shower and asks me to wash his back - giving me very specific instructions on how to do it so he doesn't get acne on his back (sorry, Erek - too late for that!) The he kept saying "I hope you aren't planning to surprise me by grabbing my irresistible cock from behind." To which I replied "you have nothing to worry about, I promise." Finally he left and it was over.
 
I don't know how he got so many great reviews, but if you do decide to hire him, no matter what, don't invite him into your home and let him know where you live. He's not right in the head. I'm just grateful I was in a hotel and he has no way to track me down ever again, especially if I decide to leave a review on RM.

I’ve seen him, twice. All aspects of the first experience were average, but good enough to see him a second time. His photos are real and current. He really phoned it in on the second visit, less than 30 minutes, so I figured a recurring arrangement wasn’t worthwhile. That, and he’s at the most, 15 years younger than me - which isn’t nothing - but he kept referring to “his generation” in conversation, like I was old enough to be his grandfather or something. Between that and him complimenting his own looks, I was kind of turned off by his ego.

DO NOT HIRE
 
I was recently in Dallas for business, and decided to book a session. Decided on Erek. His low rate was a bit of a red flag, but he had so many good reviews, I decided it wasn't a lot of cash to lose if it didn't turn out great. I texted him, and instead of texting me back, he called me right away. I couldn't pick up, so he texted me back saying he only does business by phone.
 
I called him back a little later, and he was adamant about it being a strictly legitimate, therapeutic massage. I know some masseurs are wary of law-enforcement or don't like to commit to providing extras until they meet face to face, both of which I understand. So, I agreed. Then he went into the packages, asking me if I wanted the tantric special! I said "sure," and then he spent a full two minutes recapping how much it would cost.
 
He left right away and showed up very quickly. His photos were accurate, and he seemed nice enough at first, although I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what felt off.
 
His tantric special is laying nude to the side of you, head to foot. He lazily rubs your calves with his hands, and hoists one leg over you, rubbing your lower neck with his foot. He does this for **an entire hour** So, it’s neither a massage nor "tantric." He's fit as his photos show, he showed up, and it wasn't too much money to flush downt the toilet, so I could just forget the whole thing ever happened if it weren't for the INSANE conversation he led. The guy is mentally unbalanced. Plain and simple.
 
He’s an aspiring (and delusional) actor and model. His rationale for wanting to do that is because "all" women are only attracted to rich and famous guys. That is the only logical explanation as to why they are constantly rejecting him, who by his own standards has "a perfect, masculine body that no one can resist, yet he sees women dating men much weaker and uglier than him." And he was always asking for confirmation - "don't you agree??" He spent an hour talking about his various sexual exploits with women he meets on dating apps, and talks about it in the way an eighth grader would. (He keeps count - all SEVEN of them, and he's 27 or 28?!) And, (not that I cared), the stories and their details never lined up or made sense and constantly changed. The one consistency was how much resentment he harbored towards every woman who ever rejected him. For example, "Regretfully, I had to have her OK Cupid account closed for lying to me." Okay... The only time I took him at his word was when he looked me right in the eye and told me how proud and grateful he was to have been born white, "the best race there is." At that point, I decided not to say anything that could piss this guy off.
 
In between those stories, he kept reminding me how straight he was, and how no man on earth would ever stand a chance in trying to seduce him, while his junk was rubbing up against me... I wanted to believe the whole thing was his poor attempt at providing the typical gay fantasy of bagging a straight guy. As the hour came to a close, he shoved his phone in my face with the timer running and counted down, "3, 2, 1, and we're done." as though he expected I would confront him about shorting the time. Then, he laid on the bed and said I was welcome to massage him if I liked. Partly out of not wanting to add to his sense of rejection, and thinking "oh, here's where I play along with the gay-turns-a-straight fantasy," I did. Five minutes later, he asked me to pay him now and if he could shower, which I said sure. He gets in the shower and asks me to wash his back - giving me very specific instructions on how to do it so he doesn't get acne on his back (sorry, Erek - too late for that!) The he kept saying "I hope you aren't planning to surprise me by grabbing my irresistible cock from behind." To which I replied "you have nothing to worry about, I promise." Finally he left and it was over.
 
I don't know how he got so many great reviews, but if you do decide to hire him, no matter what, don't invite him into your home and let him know where you live. He's not right in the head. I'm just grateful I was in a hotel and he has no way to track me down ever again, especially if I decide to leave a review on RM.

I hired them last summer while they were traveling. I was mostly interested in Heath only, but the price was right that I didn’t mind if Matt joined. That was a mistake. Heath was nice enough, definitely the more handsome one, and thank goodness provided the (slightly) better service.
 
Matt, on the other hand, did something during the session I have never experienced before. Halfway through, he... put on a pair of latex gloves. I asked why, and he said it’s something he always does for feet. My feet are not more gross than anyone else’s, but if someone has an aversion to feet, I get it. But, when he was done with the feet, he left the gloves on. I took that to mean that he thought my body was so gross it could not be touched with his bare hands. I’m slightly heavy, but certainly not so gross that someone should feel like they can’t touch me with their bare hands. He started to serve up an HE (with the gloves still on) and I told him not to bother. He was perfectly happy to back off, and Heath finished the massage.
 
although I was less disappointed with Heith, I would never rehire either.

I hired them last summer while they were traveling. I was mostly interested in Heath only, but the price was right that I didn’t mind if Matt joined. That was a mistake. Heath was nice enough, definitely the more handsome one, and thank goodness provided the (slightly) better service.
 
Matt, on the other hand, did something during the session I have never experienced before. Halfway through, he... put on a pair of latex gloves. I asked why, and he said it’s something he always does for feet. My feet are not more gross than anyone else’s, but if someone has an aversion to feet, I get it. But, when he was done with the feet, he left the gloves on. I took that to mean that he thought my body was so gross it could not be touched with his bare hands. I’m slightly heavy, but certainly not so gross that someone should feel like they can’t touch me with their bare hands. He started to serve up an HE (with the gloves still on) and I told him not to bother. He was perfectly happy to back off, and Heath finished the massage.
 
although I was less disappointed with Heith, I would never rehire either.

I hired them last summer while they were traveling. I was mostly interested in Heath only, but the price was right that I didn’t mind if Matt joined. That was a mistake. Heath was nice enough, definitely the more handsome one, and thank goodness provided the (slightly) better service.
 
Matt, on the other hand, did something during the session I have never experienced before. Halfway through, he... put on a pair of latex gloves. I asked why, and he said it’s something he always does for feet. My feet are not more gross than anyone else’s, but if someone has an aversion to feet, I get it. But, when he was done with the feet, he left the gloves on. I took that to mean that he thought my body was so gross it could not be touched with his bare hands. I’m slightly heavy, but certainly not so gross that someone should feel like they can’t touch me with their bare hands. He started to serve up an HE (with the gloves still on) and I told him not to bother. He was perfectly happy to back off, and Heath finished the massage.
 
although I was less disappointed with Heith, I would never rehire either.