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Sounds like South America is the best place to explore?

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.

I was in my late 20s and in Minneapolis on business when I went to a gay bar and ran into someone I had met at a volleyball tournament. He was an athlete, very tall, in good shape, and shy with dark hair, smooth body, and nice definition. He was around my age, maybe a few years older. He invited me to his place and I ended up fooling around with him and spending the night. He was handsome and sweet and a lot of fun. In the morning, he left for work and his handsome, hairy roommate came into the room with a cup of hot coffee for me. He was also around my age with sandy brown hair and thick even stubble on his face. He had a naughty smirk and was wearing only a bathrobe which accidentally opened up when he was serving my coffee. In no time at all, I was in his bedroom. He was a lot of fun. I felt both happy and guilty as I left to continue with my day. I hope I didn't do anything that could damage their friendship. In the mean time, I felt desired and satisfied.

Last with year I visited India and Sri Lanka for the first time. I had some great little sexual adventures and found men sexy and kind. There is a market for older white gay guys there. Anyway, someone messaged me on Grindr or Scruff. I happened to be free at the time and he asked if he could come to my room. I said ok. He showed up quickly. He was a cute college guy in his early 20s. He then told me that he is kinky and that I can do anything I want. I asked him about boundaries, limits, and a safe word. He said no to all of these. I'm not experienced with this but tried to figure out what I could do that would please him and not compromise me. So I pulled out a blindfold that came my plane seat and put it on him. I then held his arms over his head (on the bed) and told him not to move them. It was like bondage with no bondage. He was obedient and obviously excited. When we were done playing, I talked to him brainstorming ways to be kinky but also safe. I suggested he ask for a cell number before meeting a guy (he knew nothing personal about me) and we came up with a few more things he can do to protect himself without ruining the excitement. I didn't lecture but discussed. I learned something and I hope he is happy and healthy.

Thanks for keeping this thread going, guys.

Thanks for keeping this thread going, guys.

My third encounter on that cruise started also on grindr. On my profile I list that I'm into 3somes and groups, and this other top messaged me and said he was chatting with another bottom guy on the ship who was wanting to get fucked by two tops.
We all were discreet on the app without pictures so we weren't sure what each other looked like, but we were all into each other's stats enough that we decided to meet up in my room (I had a cabin to myself). The other top was married to a woman and he was traveling with her and their kids, and turns out the bottom guy was traveling with his longterm boyfriend/partner who wasn't as kinky yet and went to bed early. They weren't exactly open so he was sneaking around.
Anyways they both come to my cabin, and as often happens, its the other top who arrives first. He seems to be in his 50s, kind of chubby dad bod build (definitely heavier than the stats he had shared), nothing super hot or sexy, but to me, he was just another top buddy with whom i was going to share a bottom so i didnt need to find him particularly attractive. We do the awkward chit chat about nothing, mentioning guys we've seen on the cruise, etc. trying to pass the time before the bottom arrives (and desperately hoping he is real and doesn't flake). 
After what felt like ages but was probably only 10 minutes, the bottom finally arrives. He was in his mid 30s, tall, masculine, toned build, with a great ass and a decently sized dick. After getting quickly undressed, he starts sucking the other top first while I start playing with his ass (you may have noticed a theme from the other two stories). Im eating his ass out and hes tiiight. Feels like he hasn't been fucked in a while (and he said that his bf hadn't fucked him recently which is why he was so horny). So I eat his ass and finger it to get it wet and warmed up. 
After a while, I had him turn around and he started to suck my dick and the other top lines up with his ass and starts to fuck him. He goes slowly at first cause he can feel the bottom is tight but the bottom starts to rock back and forth and go harder too. The top starts fucking harder and I face fuck him harder too, gagging him and making him deepthroat my dick. At some point, I want to fuck him to, so we turn him around and he starts sucking the other top again (ATM is so fucking hot) and I start pounding his pussy. We go for a bit this way and then the other top says he's going to cum so we quickly switch again so the other top can breed his hole. 
Seeing a guy get freshly bred is a huge turn on for me so I then quickly start to climax and tell him to turn around again and I fuck my load into him, feeling the warm load from the other guy lubing up at the hole. He cleans both of our dicks with his mouth and the other top quickly dresses and leaves. The bottom stays and we chat for a bit and exchange numbers to keep in touch. Unfortunately I didn't get to breed him again on that cruise and he lives on the other side of the country, but we stay in touch with the hopes that we will be able to fuck again some day when we are in the same place. 
That was a fun cruise. 

My second encounter on the cruise was onboard. The dancers are often very hot onboard, and many are often gay. Usually though they're not quite so slutty with guests and are more discreet and careful. One British dancer on this cruise though was an absolute slut. He somehow was staying in an interior guest cabin as opposed to being in the crew area, so he had an excuse to be in guest areas and didn't have to worry about getting caught where he wasn't supposed to be. 
Anyways, I find him on grindr late at night, and hes had a long day of rehearsals, and is horny and wants to get pounded hard. I make my way to his cabin where hes left the door open and is inside with the lights off, face down ass up on the bed. And boy, as a dancer, his ass and thighs were muscled and bubbly and I went to town eating out that tight muscle ass. He was really into poppers and kept getting high on poppers and I could tell he really wanted to get fucked so I got some lube from the table next to the bed, slathered myself up, and started fucking him. We couldn't be too loud but I pounded him hard on the bed and covered his mouth when he would start groaning too loudly. His hole felt amazing and he was really flexible so I spread his legs open really wide to get better access. Not quite the splits but close enough. He was begging for my cum and it was already late at night, so I didn't fuck for too long. I climaxes, unloading in him, and stayed in him for a while kissing the back of his neck while my dick softened and my load started to dribble out a little. I licked his ass again to get a taste of his freshly bred hole, then as I was leaving, he said it'll be a good surprise for the next guy who was coming in a bit. So hot.

On a cruise last year to Alaska with family, I had three different encounters, one in port and two on the ship.
In Skagway, I had finished my bike tour and was walking around town on my own and on grindr. I saw the same usual guys from the ship browsing, but most were touring with friends and families and not really looking for any action immediately. Then I started chatting with a young guy in his early 20s who said he could host and was looking for right now. He was a cute seasonal worker and it was his day off and he was super horny so I made my way over to meet him. When I got to his room, I could smell the lingering sweet scent of weed and discovered he was high in addition to being very horny. We started making out, then got his clothes off quickly and he got on all fours and presented his ass to me. I started eating that tight hole out, getting it wet with my tongue and warming it up for my dick. When I was satisfied it was slick enough, I got up and had him suck my dick to get it wet, then went back to his hole and started sliding in with just saliva as lube. I fucked him good and he was moaning and begging for me to fuck him hard and breed him. When it got a little dry, I ate that ass out again to get it wet, then kept fucking him til I started shooting my thick load inside of him, filling him up. He stayed there with his ass up so my cum would stay inside, smiling and still high as fuck. I got dressed, we thanked each other, and I left and went back to ship extremely satisfied with my time in Skagway. 

“It is the essence of a wise social system to label certain harmless practices as “sin” but tolerate those who perform them whereby the pleasure of wickedness is obtained without harm to anyone.” 
Bertrand Russell 

When in London, I try to take a day in the natural splendor of Kew Gardens, depending on the season and what's in bloom. It's an easy Tube ride from the City, and "a day in the country," the largest botanic garden in the world at some 350 acres. That's abut 40% the size of Central Park in NYC, but here every square inch is a carefully curated biome, either on the ground or in a series of glass houses, some dating back 250 years. And of course, such landscapes take a small army of gardeners to keep them pristine. On one visit some years ago, I saw a particularly hunky gardener, and he eyed me at about the same time. He had a handsome face, longish wavy dark hair under a wool flat cap, and a solid body, as one would expect from someone who does physical work all day. After he knew he had my eye, he slowly meandered off, trowel in hand, periodically checking to be sure that I was in tow. He made his way to one of the public cottages (T-rooms) in the gardens. I gave him a minute, to not seem too obvious, and followed after him. There he was, standing at the urinal, trowel in one hand and an enormous erection in the other. And happily no one else was there. I saddled up next to him at the urinal, and reached over for a feel. Soon I was down on my knees slurping up his gorgeous uncut member (another bonus of traveling in Britain). It didn't take long before I got to swallow his sweet load. He buttoned up, and walked out, still holding the trowel (he never put it down!) Not a word spoken. In subsequent visits to Kew, I have looked for him, but can't even find the cottage where we did the deed, so I live with my sweet memory. 

I travel frequently to Honolulu for some “work”, it’s work for a non-profit group with connections to the Mainland, I’m a liaison for the Mainland to Honolulu committees.
On a recent April trip, I went to my favorite Honolulu steak/seafood house. I travel alone on these trips, so usually find a spot at the bar where the full menu as well as pupus are on offer so depending on my appetite it’s a fun place to be. On arrival that evening, as I walked in a stunning young man just happened to greet me and say “hi, how are you this evening, have a great time”. He was leaving on his break, I thought it was nice of him to greet an arriving customer on his way out.
He looked like a Honolulu surfer type, full head of amazing longish wavy hair, blond/brunette, great smile, handsome, inch or two shorter than me, I was taken by his look…very much a type I’m attracted to, maybe 30 years old.
That evening when he returned from his break, turned out he was a bartender/back bar employee. I watched him behind the bar working, keeping in touch with me and indeed all the customers. Left that evening with a pleasant “have a nice evening” and not much more.
Fast forward, later that evening I was returning to my condo and saw him again, didn’t chat but thought to myself “coincidence” that I saw him again and left it at that. Later that night I opened up Grindr, and lo and behold there he was! I didn’t reach out, it was my last night, I had a very early flight the next morning. When I got home after much back/forth indecision in my mind, I sent him a message on Grindr, very easygoing message, basically telling him what I mention above, saw you, you seem interesting, maybe next time I’m in Honolulu I’ll reach out. He replied (to my surprise) “yes, reach out next time you’re in town”.
So last week I was back in Honolulu for 3 nights, I did send him a message saying I was in town, he wrote back “yes, let’s meet”. I went to his restaurant my first night in town - not really expecting to see him - but there he was. I was at a quiet spot at the end of the bar - at one point he walked by and I said “Hi, it’s me….” Lucky for me he was on his way for a break, so he spent some time with me. Turns out he from Columbia, with a bit of an accent, I threw out some of my limited Spanish and we laughed, and we chatted quite a bit that night off/on as he worked and was able. 
I went back to the restaurant the next couple nights, I enjoy the place and it’s super convenient to where I was staying. We chatted each night, made a couple of attempts via messaging to schedule a time to meet, I ultimately messaged him my phone number and within an hour he messaged me direct on my phone. Again, not able to really set anything up…my work meetings and his work schedule didn’t match.
We had some miscommunication about our mutual timing my last day there, my last dinner there I said how great it was to be chatting, he said he’d misunderstood my timing for that day and maybe my next visit we could work something out. Later that evening, he messaged me again saying “maybe if you’re staying up late tonight, after my shift?” I wrote back “sure I’ll wait up, let’s meet and relax after you’re off work”.
So around midnight he messaged me again saying “I’m free…”. I gave him my location and unit number, and minutes later we were sitting on my couch chatting and sharing things about our lives. He didn’t resisting my causal touching, my hand on his shoulder, around his shoulders, etc. as we conversed. At one point I suggested maybe he’d like a massage…told him I gave a good amateur massage “that often leads to more fun”. 😉 He thought that sounded like a good idea!
We went to the bedroom, and I gave him a 20-30 minute rubdown that ended up with both of us naked, cuddling, touching, light kissing, etc. We had a lot of “side” fun - and two simultaneous powerful eruptions. Much more cuddling, talking, enjoying each other’s company. A great initial visit.
He left after a few hours, with assurances that we would meet on my next trip. So, no full on sex…but an amazing experience and reinforcement to me that some younger guys are still into my late 60’s “Papa Hemingway” look!
Apologies if this was more about the lead up to meeting (I actually enjoy the lead up) rather than sexy details, but it was fun and I’m booking another trip first week of June! 

And here I am, satisfied when there's bottled water in the room's mini-fridge... lol

I just came back from Barcelona and I wanted to share my experience staying at an apartment I found with MisterBnB, which is AirBnB but with gay hosts. I decided to rent a room for a couple of nights in a place owned by a couple. The hosts J and X (using just their initials for privacy) practice nudism so I was made aware that they are always naked around the house which I said “no prob” and boy they didn’t lie. I came to the building and called their apartment and they opened the door completely butt naked. I was wondering what if a neighbor were to walk by but I don’t believe they care at all. I came in and they totally made me feel at ease. I went into my bedroom, unpacked and went to the shower to refresh after my plane ride. I cleaned well (and douched just in case -they even had one of those shower hose attachments so I assume one of them was a bottom or both versatile-). I left the bathroom with a towel and went to my room. I left the door opened and I layed naked in my bed and started reading a book. I saw one of them walked by and he peaked in and asked if I needed anything to relax and asked me if it was ok if they smoked some weed. I said not a problem, that I was just chilling trying to see if I could relax and get some sleep to beat the jet lag. He said that they were going to be in the living room smoking and they went into the living room and started smoking. I could hear them giggling. I went to get some water (butt naked myself too) and I saw them in the couch one of them giving head to the other. I stayed in the kitchen and I started getting hard. The one that was being pleased (X) saw me and smiled. He moved his boyfriend’s (J) body to the couch and spread his legs so I could see his shaved hole while he continued giving him head. X winked and I came over with my hard on. He said “taste it if you want, it’s pretty damn good” and I went down and started eating him out. I could hear J moan while still sucking X. Then X said “I’m sure if you fuck him you would have a really nice sleep”. He didn’t have to say more. I stood up and got my cock into J’s bare ass. Fuck it felt so good. I started to fuck him as X kept looking at me and smiling. I couldn’t hold it anymore and came like crazy inside of him. “See, now you can relax”. Man, that was good. I threw myself on an oversized leather chair to recover. X then  stood up and started fucking J using my cum as lube. That was so fucking hot. I was just laying in the chair and noticing how I was getting hard again. I never recover that quickly but that was making me so horny again. X noticed that and asked if I wanted to fuck J again. I said that I was wondering if I could be fucked instead. He dismounted J and came over, raised my legs and went down and started eating me out. Fuck that was hot. J came over and stood over me. I started sucking him while X was eating my ass. I was in heaven. J then grabbed my cock and he sat on it. And then I could feel X also grabbing my legs and entering me. Fuck. I was getting fucked while fucking. That was so fucking cool. I noticed they had experience with this posture as they knew how to do this and now I knew why they had such an oversized leather chair. Fuck, I said that I couldn’t hold it much longer and X started going faster and he started moaning as he started coming in my ass. I could feel my cock also about to burst. J pulled out and my cum went everywhere. We all layed there for a moment and X dismounted me and he went to get a towel. I went to the bathroom and took a shower because I was covered in cum and needed to left X’s babies go. I came out of the shower and they were back in the couch watching a movie. I excused myself to go to sleep. I passed out as soon as I hit the bed. Next morning I woke up and I left to pee and I could hear some noises. I saw that their bedroom door was opened and I could X sucking J this time. It was quite a view as X’s ass was open wide on the bed as he was on his fours.  They had a California King which is rare for Spain so something tells me they like to share that bed. J saw me and said “morning - breakfast is served”. Fuck that it was. I ate X out. Such a good ass. X looked at me and said “if you want to fuck it it’s all yours” and I stood up and started fucking him. I came inside him and collapsed on the bed. I had to go to some meeting so I excused myself and took a shower and went to my work meetings. The day went long and when I came back at night neither of them went home yet. I took a shower, douched and got ready for bed. They came around 1amish. I woke up and saw them passing by my room. X saw me I was awake and apologized for waking me up. He knew I had to leave the next morning and hated that he had woken me up. I said no worries. And he asked “are you comfortable here or want to come sleep with us?” Well, no need to ask twice. I went with them and we all went inside the bed. X left to go to the restroom and I could hear the shower running. I was making out with J when X came back. J then jumped and went to the restroom himself to clean out. Man, the night was wild. I have to confess that we partied a bit (which is something I don’t usually do) and we were fucking until Dawn came. I saw that the clock was nearing 7am and I had to excuse myself to get ready and leave as I had to go to the airport to catch my 10am flight. Man, it was so difficult to leave. A great experience all around. I’m a Misterbnb believer and cannot wait to go back to Barcelona.

What a great story! Thanks for sharing 

And here I thought your screen name was referencing a nocturnal bird...

A few years ago my bf and I were traveling around Spain...a country of gorgeous hot men and an efficient, well-run railway system. The rail plan is a hub and spoke system, which means you end up going though Madrid more often than you might like. Or, when traveling in Andalusia as we were, all trains go though Cordoba. This back-tracking wastes some time, but if you're a T-room fan like I am, hanging around in train stations can be fun. I have a great many memories of T-room encounters in train stations around the world. On this occasion, we were going from Sevilla to Granada, with a change in Cordoba. Like much of the Spanish RR system, Sevilla Santa Justa station is a beautiful new station, with a comfortable concourse and, you guessed it, a fine, clean men's room. I left my partner reading in the concourse, while I went to "look around." The T-room was very busy, with the row of urinals constantly being occupied and reoccupied. When I got to the urinal and whipped it out, a comely young Spaniard slipped into the urinal next to me at the same instant. We took one look at each other, and got the game right away. In a move that would make a ballet dancer proud, he turned around and slipped into a stall with me in his wake, no one the wiser in this very busy place. I almost couldn't believe it as we were sucking and jerking each other off, with probably twenty or thirty guys just beyond the partition. The deed being done, he silently indicated he would like a tip. I shook my head no, left, and went back to the bf. We had another quarter-hour before our train departed, and I had some concern my fleeting encounter would follow me and demand payment. He didn't...I guessed right that he was an amateur enjoying himself, and that a few Euros would just be icing on the cake. Anyway, I am sure I was not his first or last blow job of the day in the T-room of the martyred Saint Justa. 

Does anybody have any new stories to share?