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Sounds like a great final night.  Glad you have the memory (or what remains of it.)

When I visited India in 2019, I went to a deluxe hotel in New Delhi. My first night there, I used Scruff and met a guy around my age (50s.) He asked if I would be willing to have a 3-way including his friend.  I agreed.  I knew nothing about this new guy, but I was willing to take a chance.  About 15 minutes before we were supposed to meet, I received a message from my contact saying that traffic was too slow and the he was heading back home.  So now I was set to meet a total stranger.  It actually worked out well.  He was friendly and attractive looking, and though it was awkward at first, we had a good time. Who would have guessed? Sometimes being flexible and taking a small risk pays off.

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 was over 50 years old and walking in Manhattan. A handsome guy in his 20s was walking near me and kept looking at me before he approached and started a conversation. After a couple minutes, he asks if I am staying at a hotel. I told him we were right near my lodging when he asked if he could use my rest room. I thought about it and decided to take the risk and told him sure. When he was done peeing, we made good use of the room. Then he was gone and I continued my day with a big smile. Who ever knew that you could get lucky just walking down the street?

When I travel, I try and hire a gay tour guide for at least a few hours so I can not only tour but learn about gay life and culture in that location. Twice in the past couple of years, somehow, I ended up fooling around with the guide after the tour ended. Both of those experiences were unexpected wonderful surprises. I would never count on that happening but when it did, I sure appreciated it.

In 1987, I went to Mykonos.  I was supposed to go with a friend, but he never showed up. I met a few people who became travel buddies.  One of them is still a close friend, though we never lived in the same city. While on a gay nude beach (Super Paradise) I saw a guy who was probably a few years younger, maybe 23 or so.  He had a nice thick body and an equally nice thick uncut cock. He was from Austria and spoke no English.  I am from Chicago and spoke no German. Somehow, without verbal communication, I was invited to his room, where we had a great time playing with each other. Nonverbal communication can be thrilling. 

When I visited India in 2019, I went to a deluxe hotel in New Delhi. My first night there, I used Scruff and met a guy around my age (50s.) He asked if I would be willing to have a 3-way including his friend.  I agreed.  I knew nothing about this new guy, but I was willing to take a chance.  About 15 minutes before we were supposed to meet, I received a message from my contact saying that traffic was too slow and the he was heading back home.  So now I was set to meet a total stranger.  It actually worked out well.  He was friendly and attractive looking, and though it was awkward at first, we had a good time. Who would have guessed? Sometimes being flexible and taking a small risk pays off.

When I was 22, 3 generations of my family took a cruise. It was my first. I was naive and had a girlfriend at home and knew I was attracted to men but didn't identify as gay. The last night of the cruise, I talked to a handsome Swiss bartender who offered to advise me on places to visit in Europe. He had dark hair, green eyes, some body hair, and was in his early 30s. I was very thin with a large butt, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a shy demeanor. He asked me to meet him after work, which was around 4 am. When I got there, he gave me some suggestions for travel and then he used his key to open the locked kitchen door. He put a blanket on the floor and we had sex. It was my first time fucking and I was the bottom. We stayed in touch through mail for awhile. He was a very nice guy who made my first time a positive experience. When I came home, I began my journey of coming out. I think being away and being naive gave me the perceived freedom to have sex without having to take responsibility.

When I visited India in 2019, I went to a deluxe hotel in New Delhi. My first night there, I used Scruff and met a guy around my age (50s.) He asked if I would be willing to have a 3-way including his friend.  I agreed.  I knew nothing about this new guy, but I was willing to take a chance.  About 15 minutes before we were supposed to meet, I received a message from my contact saying that traffic was too slow and the he was heading back home.  So now I was set to meet a total stranger.  It actually worked out well.  He was friendly and attractive looking, and though it was awkward at first, we had a good time. Who would have guessed? Sometimes being flexible and taking a small risk pays off.

I wish there was an easy place to find exhibitionists so voyeurs could match up our needs. I would never expect an exhibitionist to want to have sex with me (which would be the expectation using an app like Scruff), but I'd sure love to provide the voyeur service for them.

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. 

My husband and I were on a vacation in Paris about.....15 years ago?  We rented an apartment in the Marais 🏳️‍🌈 and liked to hang out across the street at a cafe at Open cafe (gay bar by night, street cafe by day).  One afternoon at the Open Cafe we met a hot young American (early 20s, dirty blond, tall, beefy, overtly confident) sitting at the next table, having coffee and drinks.  As the conversation wore on he told us that he was traveling through Europe, staying in hostels and living out of a backpack.  He went on to tell us that he was in Madrid the weekend before, and went to a "foam party".  These are (were) dance parties at nightclubs where they literally fill the dancefloor up with foam (bubbles).  The foam allowed for varying degrees of nudity, and groping to happen under the foam on the dancefloor...he told us his penis was still chafed from the foam party (poor boy!).  My ears (and my penis) perked up!  As the drinks and conversation flowed, we realized this hot young American was SLEEPING his way through Europe, and good for him!  Eventually he left , and we had dinner plans.....across town.
We went to a lovely Dinner which of course included cocktails 🍹 and wine 🍷 ......after dinner, we started walking (stumbling) around the neighborhood looking for the nearest taxi 🚕 stand.   We were walking down a dark, random, narrow side street when suddenly a door 🚪 opened....and we heard a noisy club inside that broke through the silence and out of the door spilled (stumbled) ...... foam boy!   The 3 of us could not believe the random re-encounter.  After marveling (slurring) at the coincidence for a few minutes, we invited him back to our apartment.  We made our way to a taxi stand...and back to the Marais. 
As only 3 drunk men can do, we had sloppy sex....he was hot, but the sex was not particularly (too bad).  There was no penetration ⭕ ...could not focus enough for that.  He had a nice chubby 6" member 🍆.   Had we not all been drinking for hours, it probably would have been much hotter 🔥.  But, the story....the lead up, and the randomness of the re-encounter makes for a hot story.  I wished that I were as adventurous and confident as this man in my 20's....the idea of backpacking (sleeping) your way through Europe was intriguing!

 

In 1987, I went to Mykonos.  I was supposed to go with a friend, but he never showed up. I met a few people who became travel buddies.  One of them is still a close friend, though we never lived in the same city. While on a gay nude beach (Super Paradise) I saw a guy who was probably a few years younger, maybe 23 or so.  He had a nice thick body and an equally nice thick uncut cock. He was from Austria and spoke no English.  I am from Chicago and spoke no German. Somehow, without verbal communication, I was invited to his room, where we had a great time playing with each other. Nonverbal communication can be thrilling. 

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.

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.

When I was 22, 3 generations of my family took a cruise. It was my first. I was naive and had a girlfriend at home and knew I was attracted to men but didn't identify as gay. The last night of the cruise, I talked to a handsome Swiss bartender who offered to advise me on places to visit in Europe. He had dark hair, green eyes, some body hair, and was in his early 30s. I was very thin with a large butt, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a shy demeanor. He asked me to meet him after work, which was around 4 am. When I got there, he gave me some suggestions for travel and then he used his key to open the locked kitchen door. He put a blanket on the floor and we had sex. It was my first time fucking and I was the bottom. We stayed in touch through mail for awhile. He was a very nice guy who made my first time a positive experience. When I came home, I began my journey of coming out. I think being away and being naive gave me the perceived freedom to have sex without having to take responsibility.

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).

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Bumping our thread up… rediscovered Logan and Felix. Very hot.

Thanks.  I would not have thought about election chaos.

hahaha that is not my kink.