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In August of 1968, I decided to spend a few days vacationing in Provincetown, on Cape Cod, at a gay guest house I had stayed at a few years earlier. On my last day there, another guest ® chatted me up. He said he was traveling with a friend (J), whose birthday it was, and he was trying to pull together a few of the guests to go to dinner to celebrate his friend's birthday; he invited me to join them. That evening eight of us from the guesthouse went to a local restaurant, and seated around a large table, I found myself next to the birthday boy. We started talking, and after a while I realized that no one else was speaking: they were all watching the two of us. We had become totally absorbed in our conversation. After dinner, we all went back to the guesthouse, and as probably everyone expected, J and I ended up in bed (our rooms turned out to be next to one another). Around 2am, I said to J, "You know, I think we are going to spend the rest of our lives together." We exchanged info and made arrangements to meet again in NYC the following weekend. The next morning J and R left to continue their travels around New England, and I went back home to Pennsylvania. The following weekend we did meet in NYC. By the end of the year, we had signed a lease on an apartment. And we have eaten dinner together on his birthday ever since.

I have been working on this off and on for a couple of weeks:
 
Warsaw, spring 2009. I am returning to Tucson tomorrow morning and dinner ends early; I have some time. Prior to my trip, I had researched places where gay men meet and discovered the FanTom Klub; it was within walking distance of my hotel.
 
The street numbers along ulica Bracka do not progress in order; I eventually find the doorway to the club and walk down the stairway; it is dimly lit, but when I enter, the men are friendly. After I take a brief tour, I decide to go to the hot tub; it is currently occupied by one guy, a young blond, handsome. I descend into the tub and after a few minutes, I feel the blond’s foot touching mine; fine, I can play footsie with him. When I respond in kind, he moves closer, and now our calves are rubbing up against one another; he then moves to my side, and the exploration of each other’s bodies begins. Eventually our lips meet and we start kissing.
 
He can speak some English, but my Polish is minimal; his name is Marcin; he tells me he has roommates but does not seem eager to return; he says he’d like to join me at my hotel. Do I want to do this? Should I do this? And what time do I meet the car to the airport tomorrow morning? Yet what did Tom Cruise say to the Princeton recruiter in “Risky Business”? “Sometimes you just gotta say, ‘What the fuck, make your move.’"
 
OK, Marcin, let’s get out of the hot tub and get dressed; we walk to my hotel and when we arrive, uninhibited joyful sex follows. After a shower together, we sleep intertwined, but my alarm interrupts after a few hours; I awaken him, ask him to get dressed and then take him to the hotel lobby where we say goodbye. When my flight ascends over Warsaw, I relax, close my eyes and grin; thanks for your guidance, Tom Cruise.

When I graduated high school, my parents surprised me with a trip to Europe. It was a tour that my French teacher had planned for her class. I begged my parents to let me go since some of my friends were also going. The trip took placed after graduation and I had just turned 18 at the time.
 
 
 
During one of the nights in France, the kid I was sharing the room with asked me if it was ok for me to sleep alone since he wanted to spent the night at his girlfriend’s room. I was ok with the idea and I promised to keep the secret from our teacher. After he left, I went on Grindr and I started chatting with a Spanish guy who wasn’t too far away from my hotel. It was very late at night when I invited the guy to come over to my room.
 
 
 
I met the guy near the entrance of the hotel and I told him we needed to be quiet when walking to my room since everyone in that hallway was part of my tour group. We made our way back to the room and my heart was racing because I didn’t want to be caught sneaking a person into my room. We made it safely to the room and he didn’t waste any time. We kissed right away, made out and play around a lot.
 
 
 
The guy was very handsome. Over 6ft tall, muscular, dark hair and semi smooth skin. He must have been in his mid or late 30s.
 
 
 
After we grew tired of playing in the small livingroom, he took me to the bed and I bottom for him. I remembered sweating and trying not to moan so no one in the other side of the wall could hear me. He finally came on my back. I was so happy to have him in my room. He asked me if he could take a shower before leaving and I agreed. We took a shower together and he went for round 2. He was more experienced at sex than I was, and it made me crazy how good it felt having his beautiful long and thick dick inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning this time. When he was finally done, he changed, kissed me goodnight and left my room. I checked the time and it was 4am. I was so exhausted from all the sex and went straight to sleep.

It was about 7 or so years ago. My favorite cousin was giving her kid a party at water park hotel about 30 mins away. I drove out there, didn't book a room as I figured I wouldn't be staying the night since it wasn't too far to drive home. She had a hotel room booked where they prepared food, had cake & ice cream, the regular kid party stuff. I found a nice spot in the corner where I discreetly popped opened a4a hoping to find a guy near so I could make a pit stop on my way home. It just so happen at the hotel that weekend a ton of military guys where put up there before they went home. One of them sent me a "smile" and we started chatting. Both unlocked our pics, he invited me to his room. His roommate had left early as his wife had drove up to pick him up, so he had the room to himself. My predicament was figuring out how I gonna ditch my family to get up to his room.
 
The party started to head down to the water park. I thought here's my opportunity. I messaged him my plan. I stuck my phone in my pocket & followed them down. As we were about to enter the water park, I said I forgot my phone and was going back to the room for it, my aunt was still in the room, but I wasn't really going back there. I had to make a pit stop lol. As I'm walking back, I hear one of my other cousins say he was going to come with me. I pretended not to hear him, and started walking faster. As I got to the elevators I hit the button, sent him a message I'll be there in few minutes. but the elevator didn't come soon enough, so I ducked into the stairwell to dodge my cousin, i went up 5 flights to his level. Sent him another message that I was on his floor & he sent me his room number.
 
I got to his door, a little out of breath. Waited a moment to catch my breath before I knocked. He opened the door only wearing a jock strap ? he was slim muscular build, a couple tattoos. I remember him smelling really good too. He started pulling my clothes off. We started swapping BJ's, 69. Then he asked me to fuck him. I agreed.
 
He grabbed some lube out of his bag and lubed up my dick & his ass. I asked him what position he wanted to do, he said missionary, Which is one of my favorites, so I was game. He laid back, I helped lift his legs. Lined up my dick to enter him, looked him in the eyes and asked if he was ready, he nodded. He had nice deep blue eyes, you could just get lost in them. As I began to enter him, we continued to make eye contact. He let out a soft moan, I stopped and asked if he was ok, or wanted me to stop, he say to keep going. I continued to enter him, we broke eye contact. When I felt I was far enough in him, I asked him if he was still ok, he said he was. I began fuck him slowly at first, then faster, we kept making eye contact as I alternated between fast & slow hip thrusts. He was stroking his dick as I fucked him. As I got close, he wanted me to cum in him. We cummed at the same time, with dueling moans while making eye contact. I collapsed on his cum covered chest, my dick still inside him, spent.
 
We both caught our breath, I slipped my dick out of him. We cleaned ourselves up, his parents were on their way to pick him up. I had to get back down to the party. We both got dressed & said our exiting pleasantries. We both knew our paths wouldn't cross again, he lived a few hours away. I slid into the water park, they asked what took me so long, I told them I got lost & ended up in the wrong room tower. Enjoyed the rest of the party, but was hungry, I always get hungry after sex. I ate way too much of the leftover birthday cake. Drove home with a stomach ache.
 
Sorry for the long post.