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I’ve seen Allen, he was traveling through the south a few years ago.  Traveled with a table, massage went deep and so did he.  One of those rare occasions when you click with a masseur and it all goes right. Had an incredible time.  

...transfer good enegy into your body .

Wonderful description of his services:

As a client, I find myself assuming the masseurs on Rentmasseur will automatically provide "extras" and the guys on Masseurfinder are more likely to actually give a legit massage. I know that sounds ridiculous, but if I see someone just on Masseurfinder I do assume he does not give out Happy Endings, but on Rentmasseur I assume that they do. 

My third encounter on that cruise started also on grindr. On my profile I list that I'm into 3somes and groups, and this other top messaged me and said he was chatting with another bottom guy on the ship who was wanting to get fucked by two tops.
We all were discreet on the app without pictures so we weren't sure what each other looked like, but we were all into each other's stats enough that we decided to meet up in my room (I had a cabin to myself). The other top was married to a woman and he was traveling with her and their kids, and turns out the bottom guy was traveling with his longterm boyfriend/partner who wasn't as kinky yet and went to bed early. They weren't exactly open so he was sneaking around.
Anyways they both come to my cabin, and as often happens, its the other top who arrives first. He seems to be in his 50s, kind of chubby dad bod build (definitely heavier than the stats he had shared), nothing super hot or sexy, but to me, he was just another top buddy with whom i was going to share a bottom so i didnt need to find him particularly attractive. We do the awkward chit chat about nothing, mentioning guys we've seen on the cruise, etc. trying to pass the time before the bottom arrives (and desperately hoping he is real and doesn't flake). 
After what felt like ages but was probably only 10 minutes, the bottom finally arrives. He was in his mid 30s, tall, masculine, toned build, with a great ass and a decently sized dick. After getting quickly undressed, he starts sucking the other top first while I start playing with his ass (you may have noticed a theme from the other two stories). Im eating his ass out and hes tiiight. Feels like he hasn't been fucked in a while (and he said that his bf hadn't fucked him recently which is why he was so horny). So I eat his ass and finger it to get it wet and warmed up. 
After a while, I had him turn around and he started to suck my dick and the other top lines up with his ass and starts to fuck him. He goes slowly at first cause he can feel the bottom is tight but the bottom starts to rock back and forth and go harder too. The top starts fucking harder and I face fuck him harder too, gagging him and making him deepthroat my dick. At some point, I want to fuck him to, so we turn him around and he starts sucking the other top again (ATM is so fucking hot) and I start pounding his pussy. We go for a bit this way and then the other top says he's going to cum so we quickly switch again so the other top can breed his hole. 
Seeing a guy get freshly bred is a huge turn on for me so I then quickly start to climax and tell him to turn around again and I fuck my load into him, feeling the warm load from the other guy lubing up at the hole. He cleans both of our dicks with his mouth and the other top quickly dresses and leaves. The bottom stays and we chat for a bit and exchange numbers to keep in touch. Unfortunately I didn't get to breed him again on that cruise and he lives on the other side of the country, but we stay in touch with the hopes that we will be able to fuck again some day when we are in the same place. 
That was a fun cruise. 

Holy crap; I haven’t lived….

Sexual adventurer that I am, I have so many stories. Problem is I forget which ones I have written about before. Let's try this one. My first job out of college was in Iran, (during the era of the Shah, before the Islamic Republic), when I was in my early 20s. I lived in a small provincial capital...probably about 20,000 people. The day I moved into my house, the doorbell rang, and it was two students. There was Farid, one of those stunningly beautiful boys we have all seen on countless TV newscasts...light olive skin, piercing dark eyes, black hair, long eyelashes...a real looker. Upper class city stock. His friend Salman was village stock...coarser facial details, dark swarthy look. Mr. Butch. Could have been a leather number in training if he lived here. They came in and we tried to talk in their high school English and my weak Farsi. They saw I had a stereo (newly purchased on a layover in Beruit) and said "Play the Beatles". (That's how long ago this was). Then they said, "Teach us the Twist." So we started dancing, ass to ass to ass, and of course it was blistering hot, so we soon took of our shirts. Then one said lets take off our belts. This was really odd. A few minutes later, he said, lets take off our trousers. Iranians wear layered pants...trousers on the outside, then pajama-like long underpants, and then boxer shorts. So I was in my boxers and they were in their pajama like pants. By this time I could see right where this was going. Me, 21 or22; them younger; me, a foreigner; an Islamic country. First day, in my house, with no window coverings! Well, judgement went out the window, and we were soon writhing on the floor naked. Soon Farid, the pretty boy, was on his back, legs in the air, spreading his cheeks. I grabbed some Nivea face cream, lubed up, and he took me like a champ. The next thing I knew, Salman was in my ass, and I was the white filling in the middle of an oreo. It was incredible on a whole bunch of levels, not the least of which I had prepared myself for two years of beating off and nothing else in this conservative country. Before they left that evening, we did it twice more. 
Fast forward to the next day, and the door bell rings, and it is another youth, Nader. Tall, thin, sophisticated, better English, in a white shirt and slacks. We talked as best we could, had tea, when out of the blue, he asks me, via sign language, if I had fucked Farid the day before. I shook my head NO. Why not, he said, everyone else does. At which point he is looking at my crotch, starts stroking his dick, and pulls me in for a deep kiss. This ended on my bedroll on the floor (furniture hadn't arrived yet), and him fucking me. Pure bliss. Well, not so pure. He had a beautifully developing body, with his torso dusted with teen-aged hair just starting to come in. Moslems are circumcised, and use a depilatory on their body hair. We fell asleep in each others arms. An hour later, the door bell rang and I could see it was Farid and Salman, who invited themselves in. I had Nader's shirt around my waist, Nader was laying on his back on the bedroll at full mast, and a great four-way ensued. 
It turned out that Farid and Salman were lovers, that Farid indeed was the town peg board, and that all three of them were part of what I can only describe as a roving orgy of young unattached men. In traditional Iran, men are kept away from women until marriage, so the guys are all doing each other. There were numerous parties, in someone or another's house, featuring the local rot gut vodka or rot gut beer, hashish, and cock and ass wall to wall. A well-known secret. The camel in the living room, if you will.
Enough for now. How about some other travel stories, guys? 
 

Last year when I visited Ft Lauderdale, I had many experiences.  I'm returning in February and hope to come back with a story.
 
I will share an experience from a few years ago. I met an older (70s?) man when we were both getting massages at the same time (different rooms.) After, I saw him in the hot tub.  About an hour later, I was at happy hour at the resort and I saw him staggering toward the gathering.  I raced over and helped him to a seat.  I asked what was wrong.  He replied that he thought he was having a heart attack and was about to die and then asked me if I want to come to his room and give him a blow job.  I asked if he had any water after the massage and hot tub.  He replied that he hadn't.  I suggested perhaps he was dehydrated and brought him water.  He was fine after that. I will say that may have been the least sexy pickup line I ever received.

Thank you.  What a great writer and keen observer you are.  I greatly appreciate your suggestion that sexual expression can be more easily integrated without shame into life in another part of the world.  
Decades ago the chief Buddhist monk on the-then main street in Chiang Mai picked me up as I toured his temple.  The "affair" lasted several weeks, and our primary place to rendezvous was in his room at the temple.  At that time it was hard for me as a Westerner to understand his unconcern to be secretive particularly given his elevated position.  He invited me to his hometown for a festival and was proud to introduce me as his Western friend.  We stayed with his mother and made love in his room.  I don't recall there being a need to close a door or be hush hush.  He told me that a significant number of Buddhist monks are gay.
At that time tattoos were for me quite exotic, and I found those on the backs of Thai men to be very sexy and hot. Perhaps incorrectly I learned that such tattoos differentiated a man and suggested he was from neighboring Burma.  To this day I have a great desire to visit Myanmar.
Bike-driven cabbies tried mightily to take me to brothels for females.  I still remember how to say in Thai "I like men not women."  In one instance a driver parked his cab where other cabbies had come to rest for the night, and I fucked him right there.  
One difference between you and me is that I was relieved upon my return to the US to be once again be intimate with men with body hair.  I have since shed that preference.

All good. No secrets. I had the time of my life at UCLA. Tons of sex in the dorms (and in the rooftop of the Bradley Hall) so cannot complain 😬

Madrid was a different experience to Barcelona yet still thrilling. This time I picked a MisterBandB with a “shared space” configuration, meaning I would be sharing the bed with the host. That thrills me even though I knew nothing might happen. The photos of the host were amazing, CrossFit body and really handsome tall Latino man in his late 20s, dark hair, dark beautiful eyes. His apartment was located in a great side of town and when I entered I was speechless. Not only the place was beautiful, my host was one of the hottest guys I have ever seen in my life. He was so charming and welcoming but I was disarmed. I was smitten from the get go but I needed to get myself together because I knew nothing might happen as that gorgeous man was out of my league. I left my things in his room and took a shower. His shower was like a spa and I stayed there under the water touching myself thinking of the insanely hot guy that was behind that door. I put some shorts and a tee and got out to the living room. He was there waiting on his shorts and a tank top that showed his toned arms. I sat next to him and we got to talking, it was amazing as if we were long time friends… after a while, I told him I had to get ready as I was meeting some friend for dinner. He came with me to the bedroom to show me the closet where I could hang my clothes. I toon my shirt off and my shorts (still have my undies on) and was looking for something to wear. He looked at me and said “I think you need something to show off your pecs”. Man, that comment made my dick perk up. Was he coming on to me? But of course my underwear was tight and you can totally see how my dick was hard as a rock. He looked down and up at me and smiled. I didn’t know what to do. He got closer to me and smiled. My heart was pumping. He said “I have an idea”. He took his tank top off and I could see his perfect body with his abs and that small sexy hair line that went from his belly to his underwear. He said “try this on if you want”. I raised my hands so he could put his tank top on me our eyes locked. There was electricity and we kissed. Man what a kiss. 
A moment later we were making out in bed. I couldn’t believe that hot guy was making out with me. Our clothes came off and soon enough he was giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life. I was so turned on. I reciprocated and man, just following that happy trail to that perfect cock was insane. He continued to kiss me and I raised my legs. He entered me with no lube. I was so open just from all the foreplay that I didn’t need anything. He fucked me so gently until he said he was about to come. He came all over my abs and then collapsed next to me. We hugged for a good thirty minutes (I was in heaven smelling him, everything about him was sexy and erotic) until I remember my friends waiting for me. I jumped in the shower again, put on my host tank top and ran out the door. The whole time I was out with my friends I could only picture my hot host and how much I wanted to get back to jump in bed with him to “sleep” all night. 
When I came back that night he had just came back from the gym. Man, seeing him in shorts shorts with that ass perking up was insane. I showered again (just to make sure I was cleaned should something happen) and I went to bed. What a comfortable bed. I could hear him going on the shower too and then he came to bed. Took off his towel and got in bed just wearing a very sexy and thin slips. He went on his belly with his ass up and closed his eyes. I was there not knowing if that was a sign so I stayed there looking at him with his eyes closed for a bit. Then I took the guts to start touching his back with my fingers. His eyes remained closed. I went down to his ass and I could hear him moaning and he started to move his ass. I slowly went down, took the slips off and continue caressing that ass. It was so firm. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I went and started eating it. The moans were so loud now. He grabbed my head and buried my face in that ass. Man, what a thrill. He was so eager. After a while eating that incredible tight ass I was dripping. I went up kissing his back until I got to his neck. He perked up his ass against my cock. He looked at me and we started kissing as I entered him. It was so soft, his ass so welcoming, he rode my ass like a champ. He took it all and was moaning so loudly until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I took it out and came all over his cheeks. He turned me around and we continued making out as he was stroking his dick. He went on top of me and slipped my spent dick in his ass. It was still hard and he rode it for a bit until he came all over me. We both collapsed and fell sleep in an embrace. Next morning I woke up still in his arms. I was so smitten. I slowly left the bed and went to take a shower as I was still sticky from the previous night (plus I wanted to clean myself up). I went back to the bedroom in my towel and he was waking up. He took my towel off and he started sucking me. His dick was hard again. We went back in bed and he entered me again fucking me in every position. We came at the same time. We continued making out. We got up and I knew it was my time to say goodbye as I had a train to catch. I rinsed off and he came to shower after me. Seeing him shower with that perfect body was like a dream. I couldn’t hold it but to go on my knees and blow him under the water. He turned around and I ate that sexy ass again as the water was dripping all over me. I was so hard again and he just perked his ass. I went up and started fucking him under the water. I couldn’t believe I was able to recover so quickly but it was such a hot experience. After a while of fucking him like this I knew I was close again. I said I was going to pull out but he asked me to keep it in. I came inside of him. It was so insanely hot. I dismounted him and he clean me up with soap hugging me and kissing me. I left the shower knowing I had to run to catch my train. I kissed him and promised him I will text him next time I was in Madrid. 
Man, I’m in trouble now as I really have the hots for that sexy guy I met in Madrid. Thank you Spain for an amazing experience. 

Posted from another Thread as I wasn’t sure it would stay there long. 
it’s about a recent travel to Barcelona. 
 

MisterBandB (AirBnb for gay people) has been the experience I was waiting for. Man, what a treat. I was intrigued by the whole thing but the experience far surpassed my expectations. 
The first one I visited was in Barcelona. It was a tiny apartment on the top floor of an old building in El Raval neighborhood. When I got to the house the host opens the door in his gym shorts, no shirt. He’s this sexy Latino guy who exudes sex. He is charming, always smiling and really friendly. He takes me to my room. He shows me the house, the kitchen, his bedroom and the living room and he mentions that there’s a very hot Italian guy who’s staying in the sofa. 
I take a shower and freshen up. When I come out of the shower the host asks me if I want to come up to the roof as the view is amazing. I put my shorts on and go to the roof. Up there, he lits a joint and we enjoy the sunset. There’s this electric chemistry between us. I said that I’m tense after the flight and he asks what he could do to help. I tell him I might go on Grindr to find something to clear my head. He asks what I was looking for and I tell him Im versed but really looking to eat a nice ass that eve. I’m starting to get all hard and then his phone rings. A friend he was expecting is downstairs and he needs to go. I go down to the house and lay in bed. Ten minutes later he comes back and says that he needs to get ready to go out. He jumps on the shower and I go to the couch. When he comes out he’s on his towel and joins me in the couch. He says he had to come back to finish what he started. He kisses me and goes down and starts sucking me. Clothes fly away everywhere and we move to my bed. He goes on his fours and he tells me “Hope this will calm you down” and I go and starts eating his freshly showered ass. Fucking delicious. I’m so hard that I cannot hold it and start to fuck him. He moans and moans until I come inside him. I dismount him and I fall exhausted in bed. He says he needs to go as he left his friend at a bar and just wanted to come back to help me relax. I fall sleep like a baby. 
I wake up at 8a to a text from him. He is asking if I’m up and horny. He is with a couple of friends in his bedroom and feeling frisky. I leave my bedroom and open the door of his bedroom to the three of them butt naked and in the middle of an orgy. I go back to eating his ass. Then a hot young twinky blonde guy asks me to eat his and I oblige. I start fucking the blonde guy while my host blows a third guy. I guess we were making too much noise because the bedroom door opens and it’s the Italian guy who’s staying in the couch. Super hot hung guy. He comes in and our host starts to blow him. Not soon after the Italian guy starts fucking our host. Pretty awesome way to wake up. 
We all shower and I go out for breakfast. 
When I come back that evening I find my host walking butt naked through the house. I jump in the shower to freshen up. When I leave the shower the host is on his bed with his ass spread open. I go in, drop the towel and go back to eat that ass of his. He then turns me around and starts to poke his dick against my hole. He fucks me deep until he comes all over my abs. 
He then showers and goes out. Then the Italian comes back and we talk for a little bit. He’s really sexy but I don’t make a move. Not sure if I’m his type. 
Next morning is my last morning and I jump in the shower. When I leave I’m in my towel and the Italian guy comes butt naked to my bedroom with sun tan lotion in his hand. He asks me if I could spread some in his back. I start doing it and as I go down I’m getting hard and so is him. He turns around and we start making out. I open my legs spread eagle and he starts fucking me like a bull. He is a verbal top and that really turns me on. He has endurance too so we fuck for a good 20 minutes. The host is still sleep and we are doing every position in the kamasutra. He comes all over me. We stay in bed for a minute and then he goes and jumps in the shower. 
I jump after him and say goodbye to him and also to my host that, by that time, has already left his bedroom. 
This was an incredible experience and one I’m eager to repeat. 
When i have I’ll share the one from Madrid which was equally as hot. 
Big fan of MisterBandB 

I was recently in Cologne, Germany with a friend I date.  He was sore from a lot of standing and walking on our trip and he suggested we get massages.  I looked up gay massage and found a bathhouse that offered the service without having to make an appointment.  When are arrived and I asked the guy at the check in desk about massage, he asked if I knew it was a gay bathhouse.  I said yes and he directed me to the bar to make our appointments.  There was only one masseur so I booked an hour followed by an hour for my friend. The place was clean and lovely, with a pool and places to sit or lie. They served food as well as drinks.  There were a couple areas with showers, a dry sauna, a steam room maze, and other play areas. Apparently when I got my massage, my friend (mid 40s, flipino, slightly hairy, and hung nicely)  had mutual oral to completion with a fit older (60?) very hung guy.  Then he got his massage and I explored.  I saw two guys around my age (maybe in their late 50s?) both very hung, touching each other and playing with their own dicks.  I watched them for a little bit.  They were lying on platforms. One of the guys pulled me over and moved so he was on his back with his head hanging back off the platform. He started to suck me.  I also sucked his huge pierced (thick Prince Albert) while the other guy beat off his huge cock.  The guy lying down and I did 69 with a lot of moaning. After awhile, I departed and checked out the steam maze. There were a number of guys but little action.  I saw a guy who appeared to be in his mid 20s, smooth, big butt and dick, and I touched him a little.  He let me explore for a bit and then he moved on.  He went to a great looking guy who seems mid 30s, dark hair, hairy chest, and perfect cock. They slowly seduced each other in front of me.  I was so excited from everything that I quickly came while watching them. I then showered and hung around the pool.  The whole experience seemed natural and without shame or guilt. I loved it.

I have traveled a lot, and sex has always been an important part of my life. So many stories I could tell. Here's an extra special one. One evening, in my early 40s, I was in St Peter's Square, Vatican City, and there was a cute (turned out to be French) 18ish boy hanging around. We chatted, and quickly picked each other up. He was staying in a cheap hotel, and we went back to his. We hopped in bed and immediately were going at it. Soon there was pounding on the door and the Italian grandmother hotel-keeper screaming at the top of her lungs. She had seen us come in, and was irate that there were two people in the single room. She threw us out. He grabbed his backpack and we headed to my place. Through some unusual circumstances I was staying in a convent catering to pilgrims, right on the edge of the Vatican. Through a priest friend of mine who was stationed at the Vatican, I wrangled a front door key out of the nuns who ran the place, so we were able to sneak in late at night. We soon were in my single bed, fucking like bunnies. He stayed three nights with me, fucking our eyeballs out, until he had to return to Nice. Each morning we would leave with the morning crowd of pilgrims, and never got caught, and snuck back in nights when they were all in bed. I can still see him, laying naked on the bed in the morning sun, cock at full mast, in front of a window with St Peter's just beyond.
He later came to study in the US, and for a couple of years we would call each other occasionally. Ah sweet youth. 

I recently went on a cruise through the Mediterranean with my parents. It was not something I was dying to do but i thought it would be one of the last chances to travel with both my parents so I went. One early morning I decided to go the gym and, by the time I finished working out, I went to the lockers and there was my old trainer getting ready to work out himself. I gave him a hug and started talking. He is no longer a trainer as he had moved up north to become a farmer and pursue his porn career. Of course when he said that my cock immediately perked up. I had the hots for this guy since the days we were training back in LA. He explained that he’s a full on porn star and he makes quite a good living doing it with his now twink husband. He started telling me stories and my dick got real hard. He noticed that immediately but he didn’t make a comment. I got nervous so I said I had to go take a shower and meet some friends. He left the locker room and I started to take my clothes off to go into the shower. As I was going into the shower there comes my trainer butt naked with his towel and we both jump in the same shower. Closed the door snd started making out. There were other patrons there but I don’t believe they noticed two guys going on the same stall. Man, it was as I imagined it working out back when. I went down and started eating his sweet ass. God, I had been wanting to do that for years and now he was in front of me. He raised me and we continued making out. He turned me around and put soap all over me slipping his hand up and down my crack. That turned me so much. He started kissing my neck as I feel his cock caressing my hole. He goes in and starts to fuck me. The sound of the other patrons showering next to us in other stalls adds a level of thrill. I cannot hold it anymore and come like crazy. I turn around and continue to kiss him as he jerks off and comes all over me. He then winks, take his towel and says “I work out every morning at 7am if you care to join for a free workout session.” And boy oh boy, for as long as the cruise lasted, I couldn’t wait to wake up and go to the gym. I was there every morning at 7 for my workout with the trainer in the gym and my “workout” in the showers afterwards. I hope one day I could go up north to see him in his farm. It was a truly memorable experience and made my cruise adventure one I won’t forget. 

I'm reading these stories and I suddenly remember I have my own story. A few years ago, I went with straight friends to spend a few days at an upscale Marriott resort in Orlando.  We did this a number of times.  My best friend (straight female) and I would always share a room to save on expenses.  Her sister and husband would have an adjoining room.  On this particular trip, I started chatting with a guy on Grindr and after a day or two, I was beginning to think I would never get an opportunity to meet.  I couldn't get away without it being obvious.  On the last day of our trip, they all decide to go downstairs and over-eat at the buffet.  I wasn't hungry, so I stayed in our room.  He was suddenly available to meet, so I gave him my room number and invited him over for a quickie while my friends ate dinner downstairs.  I was scared to death they would return while he was in the middle of sucking me off.  It would have been incredibly embarrassing if I was caught and I'm sure they would have been pissed.  Don't get me wrong, they all know I'm gay and are OK with the concept.  But they've never been faced with seeing me be actively gay.  I managed to get him out of the room with a few minutes to spare.  I still smile when I think about that close call.  He was a hottie and inappropriately young for me (not illegal though).

A few years ago, I was ending a most wonderful venture in Eastern Europe.  My last stop was Budapest, a beautiful city that's comprised of two distinct sides.  On my last night prior to my returning to the United States, I rang an escort who've I'd been quite interested to meet for a long time.  He and I had some glitches in our communicating, but around 21:00 his taxi made it to the street on which my hotel was located.  Mr. Hottie got out of the taxi and paced across the street to meet his client.  Both of us went inside and took the elevator to my floor and room.  My heart was accelerated a bit, and I was in awe, for this strapping muscular guy was doing a visual number on me.  Upon our entering inside of my area for that evening, we began to kiss-- lightly and as deeply as both of us could muster.  While our mouths were entangled into each other's, I began to "fuck his tongue" with mine.  This was oh so fucking hot!  We began to explore each other's body and began the "dance of euphoria."  At one point and without talking, he encouraged me to sample his gorgeously sculptured ass.  What a fucking treat, for he tasted magnificently to one who had rarely eaten out another.  After parting his "love hole" my tongue did one hell of a dive which drove shivers up the spine of this scalding Eastern European.  With my fading memory, I can't recall if he'd given me his 23 cm's or not, but if he did, I know that he revealed his talents and then some.
I can't recall the climax, but I still remember the taste of his light skin, his gorgeous love channel, his wonderful personality and rather good command of my language; I remember that that evening was one hell of a precursor to my return to the States.
Damn, while I write this, my vision is focused on that hotel and that room and the man who gave me the most superb time!

I just returned from Lauderdale.  I'll just tell one story, though it was a wild trip with lots of stories.  I'm 64 years old.  I was sharing the hot tub with a couple of guys, 40 and 48. They live in New York, immigrating there about 9 years ago.  The younger guy seemed very naive. They were friendly and seemed nice. Unexpectedly, they periodically touched me a little bit and the touching increased. It lead to playing a little bit. There was no kissing or sucking, but they both kept playing with my butt.  One of them suggested we move to the pool, as the hot tub was too warm. In the pool, I ended up holding the younger, inexperienced guy while his partner fucked him. He came. His partner then asked if we could move to my room.  I agreed. I rarely bottom but all the butt play relaxed me and the 48 year old fucked me hard (with a condom) while his nurturing partner held me and comforted me. The younger guy came for the second time while doing this.  Post script is that the top sent me a text saying he came to my room to say goodbye before checking out from the resort but since I was sleeping, he just left. I hope to see them again.

In college I spent a summer backpacking around Europe with a friend. We were staying at a hostel on the Greek island of Santorini and spending days at the beach. My friend had hurt his ankle and was stuck resting  in the hostel for a couple day while I explored. 
I was walking around the town and passed a really handsome man - long dark hair and a thick mustache, probably mid-thirties - and we smiled and nodded, that was it. Maybe an hour later, we passed again coming out of a shop and we kind of chuckled and said hello again. I was definitely not inexperienced sexually, but still pretty naive as to picking up on clues, especially outside of the US.
Next day I'm on the beach, packed with tourists. I look down the beach and spot this same man in the crowd of towels and umbrellas! He's looking my way and gives a wave and a smile. He walks through all the people and when he gets to me practically jumps on to the edge of my towel because he was burning his feet on the dark sand!  He's wearing a blue speedo and has a beautiful hairy chest. 
He was from Italy, a teacher/professor, married and was named Antonio. He spoke no English and I spoke no Italian so we communicated in the few words of French we both knew. We headed to the water together and basically stared at each other and got horny since we couldn't really discuss anything;)
We headed to a sort of tent that tourists could rent further up the beach and had a lot of really sweaty fun, kissing, tons of body contact and yeah...sucking each other...like it was the first time for both of us!

This was at the Guggenheim, right?  I've read they sometimes incorporate interpretive live performance in some special exhibits.

I was just in New York and I attended a lunchtime gathering in a private space.  It cost $30 and there was a 3 hour window for play.  Everyone had to check their clothes at the door. We could wear underwear if we chose. And shoes. People were respectful and took no for an answer.  There was lots of fucking, sucking, and JO.  Most of the guys were older but there was a nice variety of ages, ethnicities, and body types.  I found the experience positive and exciting. I would guess there were around 50 guys attending while I was there.

WOW, who knew there was a word for this?! 
 

I was at a NYC massage parlor recently that I have been to many times before. The masseur knows me and knows what I like.
We don’t even bother with the massage at first, he just strips down and let’s me suck his uncut cock until he is hard and then he fucks me until I cum. It always starts with me face down sucking his cock until he is rock hard. He quietly asks, “You want me to fuck you?”
When I say yes, he gets a condom and some lube, fingers me for a bit and the slides that beautiful thick cock in my ass. We fuck like that for a bit and then we stand up and I mean over the massage table so he can puns me. God I can still hear the slap of his body against mine as his cock slams into me.
Then he lies down, I climb on and ride him until I cum on his chest.
Then a hot towel cleanup and a nice massage. If I am lucky and it’s not busy? When the massage is done and I am lying on my back relaxed? He climbs on top of me and we suck each other until we both cum and swallow each other’s loads.
I love the sounds he makes as he gets close to cumming and how he always tries to pull out of my mouth but I hold his ass and slip a finger inside him. His cum is always sweet.
 

In the mid 1990s, I met a very hot Greek guy at a park in Athens. He had the classic look -- dark hair, closely shaved beard, very tan, tall and naturally muscular. He was a bit cheesy with gold chains, open shirt showing chest hair, tight jeans that showed a bulge, oiled hair, sunglasses, etc. But it worked. TOTALLY. We talked for a bit. He spoke little English but enough to get across he'd like to go to my hotel room.

Given his looks and demeanor, I thought for all the world I was going to be his cocksucker or at most, a bottom in a rough macho-fucker kind of session. I was even suspicious of a potential robbery. I couldn't have been more wrong. He was sincere, passionate, a great kisser and it turned out total bottom (or at least that day). I just never imagined someone with his looks and demeanor would bottom for someone like me -- a pale American (at least I was in good shape then) and several inches shorter and not muscular. Physically, it was a total mismatch. But he LOVED getting fucked that afternoon and was very cock hungry orally too. I seriously throat fucked him. Crazy.

Never had anything quite like that happen before or after where the expectations and assumptions were so off.

 

A couple days ago, when staying in Lauderdale, I was in a hot tub in the evening at a clothing-optional resort. There was a really nice guy who is handsome and friendly who complained about his tight muscles.  I offered him a massage.  I'm not formally trained but I read a book about how to massage and I have intuition and practice.  He asked if I was serious and I said sure.  He asked if there were any strings attached and I said no. I just liked his energy and wanted to make him feel better.  So he came to my room and I gave him a massage for about a half hour.  It was sexy but not sexual.  We had a great nonsexual connection with a little playful sexual tension. During the massage, he somehow found ways to touch me a lot. He thanked me and I returned to the hot tub.  
In the tub was a guy in his late 50s and he was clearly interested in another handsome guy.  While they were talking and flirting, the guy's 26 year old handsome husband entered the hot tub.  He had been flirting with me intensely (well, both of them were flirting with me) a couple days prior when they arrived.  They are into "daddies" big time.  He was over 6' tall, naturally smooth, and slender. Anyway, the young man complained about his back and I offered him a massage.  He immediately agreed and, when we got to my room, he said that anything that happens would be ok.  While giving him a massage, he got aroused quickly.  Along with the back, I played with his butt, feet, legs, arms, and lots more butt.  He rolled over and asked me to sit on his huge uncut dick.  I got some lube and got some of him in me before I shot all over his chest.  Huge quantity since it had been awhile for me.  He shot all over my backside.  We showered together and I asked him his size and he replied 9 1/2 inches.  I guess that may be true? Then we returned to the hot tub.
His husband was there and alone.  He asked me to give him a massage and I agreed. During this massage, I played with his butt and he beat off all over his torso.  
Sometimes we live out fantasies we didn't know we had.  There was no expectation that any of these massages would be sexual.  Sometimes things just happen when the chemistry and energy are right. I think I will learn more about massage and offer my services in the future, should the mood strike.