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This happened in July of 2023. The weekend after the 4th of July. I was at LaGuardia airport in NYC waiting for my flight. I had arrived about two hours early and was just playing around on my phone. I decided to switch on Grindr to half heartedly see what is out there. In my profile I put "Want to suck." Almost immediately I get a message from a femme, long haired twink.
Not usually my type, but being bored I decide to speak with him. He asks what gate I am at and turns out he is at the gate right next to mine. He then asks "do you want to see it?" And I reply "what my gate?" He replies "Not what I meant haha." He then asks if I'm looking. I say yes, but we were probably limited in what we could do since we were at an airport. He then asks if I want to meet in the family bathroom.
I always thought that having hookups in public restrooms was trashy and gross, but for some reason on this day I was really into the idea of the excitement of doing something naughty with a complete stranger in a semi public place. I agree.
We both head towards the bathroom. I go to the family bathroom and find it is occupied. I text him on Grindr and ask him to open the door. He says he is not in the family bathroom. I go into the main men restroom and find him coming out of the stall at the end of the walkway. We awkwardly laugh about the mishap with the family bathroom and with a motion of his head he beckons me into the stall.
We both glance quickly over our shoulders and rush into the stall together. His belt clinks softly as he quickly pulls down his pants to reveal his yummy  looking cut white cock. I would estimate 6.5 inches. Immediately I duck down and start sucking him. I suck him deep and hard. He lifts up his shirt and tilts his head back as I bob my up on down on his cock. I rub his cock wet with my saliva while I look up at him and run my hands across his thin body and nipples.
In a moment of awkwardness I then run my fingers through his long hair and we both share an awkward laugh. I start sucking him vigorously again and alternate between deep throating him and spitting on my hand and giving him a handjob. Very quickly he whispers that he's going to cum. He lets out a stifled moan and his cock starts shooting out thick and creamy white cum.
I can't contain myself and I place my mouth over his cum covered cock licking up his sweet seed and sensually torturing his sensitive member with my tongue. He tilts his head back further as I roughly continue to suck on his sensitive cock. I wipe my mouth off as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. He thanks me. I ask him that he go out of the stall first and I will follow him.
When I arrive back at my gate I text him and told him how hot it was and how I loved that his cum with super tasty and creamy. I then say "I hope I was good" to which he replies with 5 stars. I asked if he could stay in touch and he gave me his Snapchat. He lives about 300 miles from me. I highly doubt we will ever meet up in person again, but it's a nice thought.
Also, thanks to him, I have started to get an appreciation for long haired, femme twinks. Never thought I would ever be into guys with long hair let alone twink femme types, but there is something about seeing a long haired guy in ecstasy that turns me on so much now. As exciting as it was what with the risk of being caught and all, I highly doubt that I will ever suck a guy off in a public place again.

I'm hoping to have more experiences to share here...

These stories are super intriguing-anyone else have one to share? 

I'm ready to read more stories.  Anyone?

Trying to book via text.

Thanks for the story.  I will soon be traveling around southern India.  It would be nice to have a few experiences I could share here.

In the winter of 2019, I was in India for month, and made sure to be in Mumbai for Gay Pride weekend. This was the first year after homosexuality had been legalized in India, and there was a huge parade with lot of handsome men (think dark and handsome) and exotic drag queens, as well as a number of parties. I was amused that many people photographed me, the old white guy marching with them in the parade. I also spent some energy seeing who I could pickup in my travels around town. One day I was on a (very crowded, as always) commuter train when a middle aged Indian and I caught each other's eye. Standing on a crowded train, it was easy to grab some cock with no one noticing. At one point, he motioned for me to get off, and said meet at the gent's at the next station, a place he regularly visited. We did, but it was a small restroom and too busy for my taste (sic) to do more than cop a look or two. So he motioned me outside, and took me to a complex of four-story walk-up apartment houses in a garden, that amazingly for India, was not walled, nor did it have a doorman/guard as most such places do. This was clearly a regular place for his trysts, and we walked in, and went at it in one of the stairwells (that took me back to memories of my freshman dorm where the top floor stairwell was a usual spot for a tryst). We both got off, and only got interrupted once by a resident of one of the apartments, who amazingly never gave us a second look. This married man was hot for a date at my hotel, especially when he found out I was staying at the Oberoi. There however the entrance was well guarded, and anyway, I wasn't as hot for him as he was for me, so I demurred. Our meeting did give me the idea of train station t-rooms (and juicy memories of t-rooms in Grand Central, Penn Station, and multiple stations in London and Paris) so I headed to the neo-gothic Victoria Terminus, now called the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, and probably the largest and busiest train station in India. Right where all the trains terminate, there is the t-room to beat (sic) all t-rooms. When you walk in, there are two rows of urinals back to back, of probably 75 to 100 urinals each. The first 50 maybe are people doing what they are supposed to be doing...the farthest 50 in each row were 100% jerk and suck. And a constant supply of new meat, as 40 tracks of trains disgorge tens of thousands of (mostly) men going to and from work. I could hardly finish with one guy before his cock got replaced by another. Because of the culture, most homosexual men in India have traditionally been married to women. But as we all know, a guy has to be a guy, even if it is for five minute quickies. As an old t-room queen, this was heaven, and brought me back to the station several days in a row. 

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.

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.

I live in the neighborhood.  Maybe I'll try and report back.

I'm ready to read more stories.  Anyone?

I live in the neighborhood.  Maybe I'll try and report back.

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

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I think there is another thread in this issue?  But what kind of guy are you looking for and any extras in particular? 
i like several SF guys including :
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https://rentmasseur.com/AsnHottie_Max
https://rentmasseur.com/WillSwaggerSF
https://rentmasseur.com/MormonMan
and my favorite who I’m keeping to myself 😉

I do NOT recommend Behindyou  
 

I was probably in my mid 20s, very thin and shy and with a tight back on a business trip staying at a hotel. I found a masseur who came to my room. He looked around my age, well built, smooth, and handsome with sandy brown hair. I don't remember much beside at some point toward the end of the massage, he started to fuck me. I didn't want to be fucked. I had little experience with fucking but I didn't really know how to stop it so I just let it happen. He then apologized, said that he couldn't help it, I paid him and he left. I felt violated. I was very naive and innocent and had no idea a massage could be sexual. That never happened to me again. Sorry it is not a hot story but it was my reality.

Thank you for sharing the story! Loved it! 💛

Thanks for sharing.  Nice connection.

Thanks for sharing.  Nice connection.

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess.

I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead.
During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience.
The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip.
It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic?
Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course.
It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed.
Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes.
Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day.
My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended.
Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way.
He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. 
I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again.
He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. 
He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London. 
 

You still can approve who comes to your house based on their photos but true that one thing is their photos and another their personality. 
Some are being more overt than others because this guy is really advertising something else than just bed sharing: 
Nudist and sexy apartment in the gay and modern center of Madrid. - Gay accommodation to rent in Madrid
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And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward. 

Anyone have a good travel sex story they would be willing to share? When I was in New Delhi a few years ago, I met a guy on a hookup app.  We planned to meet at my hotel.  He texted and asked if he could invite a third to join us.  I replied that it would be ok, though I knew nothing about the guy.  Near the time we were supposed to meet in the lobby, my contact said that due to traffic, he had to back out.  The third showed up, we figured out the connection, and we played.  I was just lucky that there was mutual attraction.