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Last month, I visited Fire Island.  I stayed at an all-male, clothing-optional hotel. Upstairs, there is an area where sometimes guys play. The first day of my stay, I checked it out and saw a shorter (5’5”?), good looking latin man, maybe mid 30s, smooth with dark hair and some nice tats. He walked over to me and started to kiss me, pulled down my swim suit, and sucked my dick while taking off his speedo. I’m 65, 5-11, moderately hairy, and fit. While he was sucking me, another guy, maybe late 40s, slightly heavy, and handsome came over and joined us.  He had a nice big cock. The guy sucking me immediately switched to the bigger man, who seemed more into me than the hungry bottom. The bottom wanted the big man to fuck him, but the big guy interacted with me and came playing with himself, disappointing the bottom. I found it all hot and departed with a nice memory. The next day, I saw the same bottom near the pool trying to get a beautiful hairy-chested, hung guy around mid 30s to fuck him.  It didn’t happen. Finally, the following day, I went upstairs and saw the latin guy aggressively approaching a hot couple.  One of the guys was around 50, mostly smooth, and hung.  The other was maybe late 50s, hairy chest, fit, with a huge uncut dick. The bottom took turns sucking them like he hadn’t had anything in that mouth in weeks. He couldn't get enough. While sucking, he removed his speedo and the guys started to get more aggressive, which made him show his joy by sucking deeper. I left the area for a little while, but curiosity got to me, and I returned, sitting on a chair and watching them.  I think I missed the smoother guy fucking the bottom and cumming. What I did see was the hairy guy relentlessly pounding the moaning bottom, while his husband watched.  They fucked in 3 different positions, until the top exploded into the bottom. The cuck husband just watched, and no longer participated in their play. The bottom had a great looking, meaty ass and a perfect dick, that I never saw hard.
While this was happening, on the other side of the room, a handsome guy was on his knees sucking another hot guy.  I finished myself off watching all the action.

Bump! Any more stories? 

@BenjaminNicholas

Holy shit man, I haven't even showered yet and here's a screenshot.
You work fast.  I admire that.

I grew up in the Cold War era, so Russian soldiers always held a kind of evil fascination…strong, powerful, butch…right in line with my S&M/leather fantasies. I saw my first Russian soldier when I was 20. I was driving into East Berlin through Checkpoint Charlie. We had to get out of my red Triumph sports car while a soldier went through the interior, the trunk, under the hood…even passing a mirror under the car to see if someone was hiding in the undercarriage. Why someone would be hiding to get into, not out of, East Berlin, of course made no sense at all. But then nothing about war makes sense, does it. While he was getting his jollies looking for spies, I saw his officer’s military hat just sitting on the counter in the Checkpoint. I could have easily grabbed it, and he’d never known until I was gone and in the Eastern Sector. What a fantasy…maybe I couldn’t actually trick with a Russian soldier, but my roommate and I could fuck wearing his hat, maybe even cum all over it. As an indication of what terrible judgement a 20-year old can have, for a moment I actually considered snatching it. Prisoner sex fantasies getting fucked by the guards are hot, but the probable reality of Soviet prison quickly disabused me from pinching the cap. So we drove off into the East, bare-headed. 
 
It would be another 20 years before I had an encounter with another Soviet soldier, when I spent a month on a project in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. This was the traditional land of the Uzbeks, a Turkic Central Asian Stan where the men were swarthy and their visages showed the signs that Marco Polo, Ghengis, and Tamerlane had all spilled their seed. But I digress…this is a Soviet soldier story. The Uzbek boy stories will wait until another day. 
 
This was during Perestroika, when Uzbekistan was a part of the Soviet Union, but as it turned out, not for long. It was also late spring, when it was already blisteringly hot. Most afternoons my coworkers and I would go to a large city park, with a fine tea house located within. I mean a real tea house, a beautiful tourquise domed structure where they served exotic pastries and excellent teas and coffees for just pennies. 
 
Nearby there was a rushing mountain stream, where a whole variety of people would recreate…Russian families, with grandfathers looking like they were pregnant with a cow…in their tiny “speedo-like bathing suits; high school youth, fresh from the Young Pioneers Camp, oozing sex out of every pore; and Soviet soldiers from the local garrison in their unsexy boxers…until they emerged from the water leaving little to the imagination. Sitting under a sycamore tree taking in the sights became a lovely afternoon hobby.
But the real thing was close by…a smoking hot t-room. On my first visit to the park I discovered I wasn’t the only guy up for a blow and go, if not more. When you entered, the stalls were along the back wall, the sinks on the left wall, and the urinals on the right wall. No “splash guards” here…every cock in the row in full view and easy grabbing distance. And this t-room was always busy…not just a bunch of loitering queens too good to play. Eating cum out of uncut Uzbek and Russian cock became an obsession. 
 
And then one day, a door to the end stall opened, and there was a Soviet sergeant, in full uniform, rubbing his crotch. Khaki pants, shirt, and jacket; red and gold epaulets, emblazoned with the Soviet star; tall; and of course wearing the requisite hat I had once so lusted after. And as I went down on my knees, my eyes fixed on the red star on his brass belt buckle…I was about to get cock, not just any cock, but Soviet military cock. Boy would I have a story for the boys at the Eagle back home. 
 
Sarge played the part well…after a long slurping session, he turned me around, tore my pants down, and fucked me mercilessly. 
 
After I eventually caught my breath, I pulled up my pants, and staggered out if the stall, my gut happily filled with the seeds of another generation of Young Pioneers.  
 
I should have asked for his hat.

Where in the US were you?

California.

Bump this subject up -  surely we have more travel stories to hear about now 

We need the longer version of the story...

Not sure if they have to be exclusively gay stories but here’s one from my college days:
I watched a couple have sex on my apartments kitchen floor back in college. I shared the apartment with a roommate and he invited a chubby, nerdy asian guy and his white, short rocker chick girlfriend to our apartment for drinks and food.
After a few hours of drinking, I guess the chick got incredibly horny. She grinded up against the asian guy saying how horny she was and started making out with him. Eventually she led him towards the kitchen.
She got on the floor and pulled down her pants. Didn’t look like she had panties on but it was hard to see because the asian guy was on top of her and covering the view. I really couldn’t really believe this was happening in front of me and everything seemed so surreal.
The asian guy pulled down his pants and underwear and slowly started to fuck his girlfriend. Again he was chubby so his ass obscured him putting his cock in his girlfriend’s pussy. Ultimately I didn’t mind. He actually had a really nice ass.
Felt myself get super excited as I watched the asian guys ass bobbing up and down as he fucked and the rocker girl softly moaning as she raised and spread her legs for him.
Got super hot and horny watching them. Would have pulled my cock out and rubbed one out but didn’t want to do that in front of my roommate. My roommate treated it like a joke, and timed them to see how long they lasted.
Ultimately I think it went on for about five minutes before the asian guy pulled out and came on her stomach. It felt so much longer and was one of the hottest and most erotic things I have ever experienced in my life. A couple partaking in spontaneous sex in front of me.
After they were finished the asian guy mopped the area of the kitchen floor where he and his girlfriend had fucked

Some time ago, in the 1980s, a darling British twinkie and I were an item, he visiting here, and I there. On one occasion, we were visiting York, a delightful medieval Yorkshire town. We were staying in a B & B just off The Shambles, a quintessential medieval neighborhood. Medieval folks tended to be shorter than today, and the room was quite compact. We were in a top floor garret, and our bedroom aerobatics had the top bumping his head on the ceiling while the bottom, on his back, could brace his feet against the ceiling. It didn't hold us back too much, as we quickly were running out of both condoms and lube. We found a chemist just across the street from The Minster (that glorious early medieval cathedral) and I went to find condoms while he picked out lube. This being England, such naughty things were not out in public so I had to ask the clerk...a 70ish year old white-haired matron. "I'd like some condoms", I said. "Condoms? What are they?" she replied. "Ah, er, condoms" I replied. "Condoms, what are they? How do you use them?" "Ah, er." "Just tell me how you use them." Not getting any helpful information from me, she yelled across the room to the other clerk, a matron of similar vintage, "Florence, this man wants condoms...do you know what condoms are?" Florence replies, "Condoms, what are they for? How do you use them?" At this point, the bf walks up holding a super giant economy size container of Vaseline. At which point the clerk puts 2 and 2 together, and says, "Oh, prophylactics." We soon got over the embarrassment, and roared all the way back to our garret to try out our new purchases. He and I still have a giggle over it. And every time I see York Minster in some photogenic TV mystery show, I look for that Chemist's, just across the street from the holiest site in town. I only hope in 2025, the prophylactics are self-service. 

well worth the teasing. And nice that your roommate was cool.

I didn't know what other category would get attention.

Thanks for keeping this thread going, guys.

Thanks for sharing.  I like your descriptions. 

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.

Thanks for your stories.  I, too, feel I've offered a number of stories.  I hope to have more experiences to share as I have trips planned for this year.  We shall see...

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