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When I was 24 I went to live in the South of France for a year. I arrived without having anywhere to stay and on the first day ended up being taken to hospital where I spent a couple of nights. It was all a bit weird how it happened, but I was well cared for and, even though I was a bit disoriented etc. was glad of the medics who sorted me out.  
One of the male nurses, Olivier, who didn't look that much older than me, was especially kind.  He was also incredibly hot and, even though I hadn't had very much experience with other guys at that stage other than a couple of hand jobs and a messy blow job, he definitely got the blood pumping. 
My French was already pretty good and so we'd chat when he came to check on me and stuff and so he knew my situation. When it came round to being discharged he said he didn't feel happy just throwing me out of the hospital to fend for myself and so invited me to go & stay with him.
Of course I took him up on his offer...and so began my first meaningful and very, very sexual relationship with a guy. It was everything you would want from a holiday romance, it just went on for a whole year.
Let me know if you want any graphic details - happy to share here or DM.

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Wait, what? Is that a Russia thing, giving up your passports? Or were you just putting them in the hotel safe? 

It was a Soviet thing, not sure if it was legally mandated or just enforced by hotels, and may still be a Russian thing, but I don't plan on finding out any time soon. The Committee for State Security needed to review them overnight, after all.

On my first European trip, in 1964, almost all hotels, in all countries, kept your passport the first night. Always made me nervous. 

While I have only been there by appointment in the last few months, I believe that most, if not all, of the signage has been removed, at least from street view. Even the buzzer shows "Health Center" or something equally generic. The only sign for "28 Men's Spa" I noticed was in the bathroom blocking the window. Maybe I missed something, but IIRC there was nothing to identify it as 28 Men's Spa from the street. I didn't see much of the lobby as I was ushered to the massage room quickly each time. I'll have to take a better look at the store front next time I'm in the area. 🤷‍♂️

Recently, I had found 2 boys who were very, how should I say ... willing 

I have just heard from Brian that 28 men spa is closed.
Not sure why.  Google maps hasn’t been updated yet  
Between TSMS and 28 men spa closing, the number of good places is getting small in mid town. 

that's my guy, Mo, here in Chicago! https://www.massagebook.com/therapists/moshealthmassage/

This/these accounts on X/Twitter have some good content:
@Bobadillakike
@benjamin_uar
@kikebobadilla
 
 
 
 
 

A few months ago, at a clothing-optional, all-male resort, I watched a 30-something latino, muscled, tats, about 5'7 service a hot hung couple ages around 60. He sucked them as I watched.  I then saw one of them fuck him in many positions, while his partner and I watched.  It was thrilling. And safe for me.

Handsome and friendly guy.  He asked for payment up front, the entire meeting was less than 30 minutes, and then he blocked me on Rentmasseur. He is very handsome though. 

ATA!
All The Above

I always respond promptly to reasonable requests and ones that indicate the ad has been read. I am always surprised to hear, “Thanks so much for responding”. I thought that was the point-you reach out I respond. Also due to the pg-13ifcation of the remaining sites there definitely had been an uptick in bold questions. Not entirely sure how to feel about this because by entering a masseurs phone number into google you can probably figure out how he works. Also a lot of the work performed is directly related to the clients energy so it is a dificult question to answer. If I believe you’re coming in bad faith or I don’t feel safe you’re not going to get the same massage as an open kind hearted person. Masseurs are people too.

I've seen him for many years including recently.  I always get a good massage. He treats me well.

Glad to hear  I specifically liked watching two people really enjoy each other, something you seldom see in most studio or created-for-content vids.

Thanks... memories of the first time I got fucked (by total surprise and never discussed) by a masseur... but my guy did not grind into me for 20 minutes and then fuck me for 20 minutes... haha!
Also, nice to see some older guys (both masseur and client) getting into it

I'm sorry.  I thought I was starting a new thread.  I have no idea how it got to a thead I never even saw?

I'm ready to read more stories.  Anyone?

My first visit to the then-Soviet Union was during Perestroika, when the country was beginning to open up. I was on a month-long cultural exchange, and the first quick stop was one night in Moscow. I was bunking with a gay (platonic) friend from the U.S., and during our training had met several other gay guys in the group. Having grown up during the Cold War, I/we imagined all kinds of terrible things about the country, including a dangerous homophobia. (Even my mother had warned me about picking up tricks there!) Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Sheremetyevo Airport and up walks our tour manager Dimitri, who was blasting out gay vibes in all directions. Could this really be? (Indeed he was a screaming queen, and later followed me back to the States, but that is another story). We got signed into our hotel, giving up our passports, and several of us went to check out the Bolshoi Ballet. We were in luck...Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake was playing that night and there were tickets available. We got seats in one of the mid-level balconies, where the whole stage was in full view, if a bit far away. It was magnificent. During the intermission, we wandered to the lobby and were amazed to find not only a bar serving champagne and other alcoholic delights, but an elaborate dessert buffet laid out...and...all free (or I should say, included in the admission ticket price). I imbibed a couple of coupes of champagne and a sampling of beautiful petits fours. Before heading back to my seat, I thought it prudent to stop in the Gent's, and what a surprise awaited! There were all kinds of fun and games going on at the urinals. As a new face in town/American, a bevy of young gentlemen descended on me. I couldn't believe it, but even visions of my exile to Siberia didn't stop me from grabbing a luscious uncut cock in each hand as another guy went down on me. It was either so crowded in there, or straights were just obliviously going about their business, or this particular mens' room was the designated orgy zone, but no one batted an eye. Eventually two guys, a gay couple, invited be back to their dacha for the night. This was too much for even me...would I be murdered in bed, or arrested by the KGB, sent to Siberia, or kidnapped and never make it back to my hotel in time for the next day's flight to the provinces? In one of the few times I ever exhibited such good judgement, I declined, despite continuing advances. If it hadn't been during my first few hours in the country, I would have gone for it...the USSR turned out to be filled with gay guys ignoring their government just as much as we ignore ours when it comes to dick. But alas, it took a few days of getting the lay of the land, and confiding with Dimitri, to be my usual slut, there in the land of the hammer and sickle.