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Great memory! Love Aussies!

A few years back, I was hired by the State of Victoria (Melbourne, Australia) to teach in one of its public schools for two years.   After arriving there, I found myself stuck some miles away from Melbourne itself, and for five months I endured this situation and requested a transfer to Melbourne itself.  Wow!  My request was honored, and for the remaining 1.5 years, I lived in a toney section of the city in a one bedroom apartment that I furnished and boutiqued a slight bit.  
On many of my weekends, I found myself exploring the gay clubs: my favorite one had the best looking men, solid music (primarily disco then).  Many a night I'd meet a guy of interest and journey with him to his house or to his apartment.  One night while I was in this club, I met a gay couple: we conversed and spent some moments within the club itself before taking off to their place.
This couple was quite butch and "manly" and seemingly took an interest in me more than I to them, for one of the team was better looking than the other  They relayed to me that they only played together.  Well, on that night, that is what transpired.  Both satisfied me fully although one of these hunks provided the better "plowing the field" sector.  Weeks passed, and if my memory serves me correctly, I rang their number; one of the guys answered; we conversed for some minutes when he asked if I'd visit.  I leaped to this chance, for he was the guy who could "lay the pipe," and I do mean lay.  
I went to their apartment, chatted, had a very tasty meal, chatted some more, then it happened.  He and I began kissing which led to my yielding to his request and opening up to him.  ...spent the night and woke up about 7:00 A.M. and took a taxi back to my place to ready myself for school which began at 9:00 A.M.  At about 8:30 A.M., I boarded the public transit which was a mere block away and disembarked about 15 mins. before my first class.
All that day I was aglow and reflected upon what had happened the preceding day and night, for the partners had told me when I first visited them that they always played together.  Whenever I'd go back to the club where I had first met them, they were no where to be seen.  I often thought about them and wondered if they were still together but not interested in this club anymore.
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On Saturdays I would walk to the huge market that was a few blocks from my place and shop.  ...loved the scones that were offered by one of the vendors and a few other items.  Since I walked I could NOT do a lot of shopping, but the items that I would purchase would last me for a week or a wee bit longer, and would suffice.  On this one Saturday during a cold winter, I put on my blue overcoat, wore my "blue heels" for this was during the early 70s and went to the market.
While returning to my apartment, I chose to walk an expansive boulevard, and while I paced myself I had myriad thoughts to travel my brain.  After going about five or six blocks from the market, I glanced to my left and noticed a good-looking sports car that had a male driver.  I looked again and was overcome with anxiety.  The man was a gorgeous blonde hunk.  He drove slower than he should have and cruised me.  I was excited yet a wee bit frightened.  After I crossed the street to make it to my apartment, he turned into my street (a one way) and drove up Albion Way.  I made it to my apartment with a puzzled yet excited mind.
I decided to unload my bags.  Then I thought about Mr. Hunk who had intensely cruised me for some four or five blocks.  Inhibited me went down my three flight of stairs and out the door.  When I reached the sidewalk, I noticed that he'd parked his "beauty."  I walked to his car and apprised him of his driving up a one way street.  I think he asked if a certain party lived in the area.  After all of these past years, I do remember my panting heart, my nervousness, my surprise in having been so heavily cruised, and this fine assed, well-built Aussie football player and often think if I should have been the aggressor.
My Saturdays were usually spent at the clubs or perhaps at the baths, for I had a minuscule number of friends.  One night while at this particular baths, I decided to meander into the steam room.  Damn, I am glad that I'd make this move, for while I was there, I guess my ass was being analyzed, for this man grabbed me and began to plunder me.  He placed his very thick 23 or 24 cms deeply into me that it forced me to yell out my discomfort.  He slowly removed his beautiful "piece" and apologized.  Both of us made our way to one of the walls, introduced ourselves, and chatted.  After he told me that he was a "brother of the Catholic Church"--I furiously wanted him and extended an invitation to him to join me back at my place.  Much to my chagrin, he declined.  And til this day in the 21st century, I still remember this man and "his member" that had sent chills up my spine and "nice hurt" to my prostrate.  I remember that I'd wanted him in my own bed fucking me into oblivion.
During these years, I visited Sydney, my favorite city in Australia and one that is reminiscent of my favorite city, San Francisco.  On one of my sojourns, I visited an acquaintance.  ...can't remember if I stayed at his place for the weekend, but I keenly remember his taking me to dinner.  When we entered he chose to dine on the second floor and requesting a table by a window that overlooked the Main Street.  Fine with me.  I remember he ordered oysters for himself, for I do not care for this sea urchin.  Once dinner was over, we walked down a few stairs and out the door.  After reaching the air, he beckoned me over to the red British phone book that was directly in front of the restaurant that was situated on a corner.  Once inside he became the aggressor and began to kiss me deeply.  Damn, he knew how to "fire up the urges."  After all of this wonderful and mighty delightful "tongue play." he slid to his knees and gave me one sensational blow job that sent waves up and down my spine once I'd erupted and he'd consumed my "love juice" -- and we departed this small cubicle and went to a film or to a concert.
Before the weekend had concluded, I decided to hit the shops.  During the afternoon while I walked the streets and in and out of the primes shops, when I meandered by the passers-by. I intensely locked eyes with a youngish East Indian or some man of color.  That evening I went to the baths and walked its interior.  On my way into the steam room and much, much to my surprise was the young man with whom I'd locked eyes earlier during the day.  He invited me into the steam room and let me feast on his huge, uncut pole.  Damn, he knew how to maneuver, for he motioned in such a way that had him exploding all of his delicious "love juice" into my mouth and down my throat.  We both smiled and went on our merry ways.  I can still see him and feel the warm intensity that overcame both of us when we met again on the same day.
My three visits to Sydney were magnificent, for not only did I explore the gay neighborhood and meet a few of its denizens and play, I appreciated the cultural offerings and the "gay neighborhood."  I let myself do things that were new and refreshing: I took risks and accomplished what I intended by doing it: cruising and meeting and playing: one night I picked up a guy, went to his apartment and let him plow me while his lover slept in another room; another time I cruised the gay neighborhood on foot and found myself in a room with a handsome hunk who I'd followed by foot to his place.  After he'd parked his auto and opened his door, he went into a huge room, took off his clothes and offered me his flaccid member.  I couldn't get him hard, so I got up and left.  I keenly remember his being pissed that I failed to satisfy him.  When I left his place, I managed to find another guy to whose house I went.  We both smoked the most delicious pot that led us both in having some wild, wild, but very enjoyable sex.  I stayed overnight, woke up and had a delightful breakfast with him then went on my merry way.  On my last evening I went to a club that was rocking; I stayed until a few minutes of its closing.  ...met an East Indian fellow, danced with him, then walked with him to a  closed club that he supposedly owned and  gave myself to him.  He fucked me into oblivion while I was hunched over a bar stool.
...length, length, length...   I shall stop and fondly reflect back and reminisce.
 

I went to Epic men spa on 63rd and Lexington, for a Brazilian. 
 
As Jeremy was shaving my balls, I had a big hard on (it would be hard not to, when a man is holding your cock in his hand) Unfortunately he didn’t offer to help with that. I didn’t want to leave with blue balls, so I asked if I could get a massage with one of his guys (hoping they would be more helpful).
I had Pete who gave me a thorough Thai massage but he kept my private parts under a towel at all time, clear sign that he doesn’t want to do anything else. 
So I left with clean shaven - but still very blue - balls and quite disappointed. 

I am writing off epic men spa as a purely therapeutic place and won’t try 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.

I had an appointment with Jay at Batman Spa last week. He was very polite, gave a really great massage, and we both seemed to enjoy all aspects from beginning to end. He does give one of the strongest massages around  
There was no upsell. No negotiation. He gave great service and I tipped accordingly. 
As for his looks, I'd say he's a regular looking guy with a nice body. Not a model. Probably in his early to mid thirties. His hair is a really bad orange blond which looks terrible on him. And he could use a visit to a dermatologist. If the right guy meets him and gives him a makeover, he could be handsome. 

I just saw Adam at HK27.  Handsome seemingly kind guy with strong hands.  Great experience. I’d see him again in an instant.

I like this thread.  It's civilized and kind.  I want to check out Roman's Twitter but the link is missing from the ad. I also want to check out an Adonis event. Maybe next week?

I like this thread.  It's civilized and kind.  I want to check out Roman's Twitter but the link is missing from the ad. I also want to check out an Adonis event. Maybe next week?

I saw him yesterday.  Nice chill guy with a great body. He knows his way around a body. MT was great.

I saw him yesterday.  Nice chill guy with a great body. He knows his way around a body. MT was great.

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.

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 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.

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.

A couple days ago, when staying in Lauderdale, I was in a hot tub in the evening at a clothing-optional resort. There was a really nice guy who is handsome and friendly who complained about his tight muscles.  I offered him a massage.  I'm not formally trained but I read a book about how to massage and I have intuition and practice.  He asked if I was serious and I said sure.  He asked if there were any strings attached and I said no. I just liked his energy and wanted to make him feel better.  So he came to my room and I gave him a massage for about a half hour.  It was sexy but not sexual.  We had a great nonsexual connection with a little playful sexual tension. During the massage, he somehow found ways to touch me a lot. He thanked me and I returned to the hot tub.  
In the tub was a guy in his late 50s and he was clearly interested in another handsome guy.  While they were talking and flirting, the guy's 26 year old handsome husband entered the hot tub.  He had been flirting with me intensely (well, both of them were flirting with me) a couple days prior when they arrived.  They are into "daddies" big time.  He was over 6' tall, naturally smooth, and slender. Anyway, the young man complained about his back and I offered him a massage.  He immediately agreed and, when we got to my room, he said that anything that happens would be ok.  While giving him a massage, he got aroused quickly.  Along with the back, I played with his butt, feet, legs, arms, and lots more butt.  He rolled over and asked me to sit on his huge uncut dick.  I got some lube and got some of him in me before I shot all over his chest.  Huge quantity since it had been awhile for me.  He shot all over my backside.  We showered together and I asked him his size and he replied 9 1/2 inches.  I guess that may be true? Then we returned to the hot tub.
His husband was there and alone.  He asked me to give him a massage and I agreed. During this massage, I played with his butt and he beat off all over his torso.  
Sometimes we live out fantasies we didn't know we had.  There was no expectation that any of these massages would be sexual.  Sometimes things just happen when the chemistry and energy are right. I think I will learn more about massage and offer my services in the future, should the mood strike.

Last week, I went to Mexico with some friends I hadn't seen in a decade.  We went to an all-inclusive resort designed for families.  Not really my type of place but it was forced down time.  I went on Grindr and quickly got a message from someone who was very near.  He asked if I was single.  When I replied that I was, he asked if he could come to my room.  His profile had very little information, but I had some free time and thought the risk was low. He said he would arrive in 30 minutes so we have time to shower.  
At the door was a blond 23 year old German man. He was 6'2" with tight lean muscles. He entered the room and undressed.  He had a perfect body with a large dick he wanted me to suck. I complied. I then undressed as we moved to the bed.  My only complaint about his body is that his chest had stubble.  I don't love the way that looks or feels, but that is not a big deal.  Anyway, we sucked each other and then he asked if I would roll onto my stomach so he could rub his large, hard, uncut dick against my crack.  He asked if I had condoms.  I did not.  He did not bring any to my room. Anyway, he lay on top of me and rubbed against my butt, moaning softly. after a few minutes of this, he slid his dick into me.  I don't have much experience on bottom (of top for that matter, I'm mostly oral) but somehow this felt really good.  And thrilling. He built up some speed, surprising us both. He shot the biggest load all over my back, from butt to shoulder (and probably beyond.) It seemed like he was cumming for 5 minutes, intensely, forcefully, and nonstop. I could feel it and marveled as it hit my skin.
We then showered together.  He told me he was there with his boyfriend but they didn't like the family atmosphere.  They chose Mexico for the weather. His boyfriend is in his early 40s.  I'm in my early 60s.
The next time I used the app, I saw that he had deleted his profile. Now I'm enjoying the memory.  And sharing it with all of you.

When I was 27, I was at Superparadise Beach in Mykonos and I connected with an Austrian guy who was around my age. I don't speak German and he didn't speak English but we went back to his room and had some really exciting sex. He was perfect in the looks department with thick wavy light brown hair, a naturally muscular build, and a perfect, large, well, you know. When we finished, we smiled at each other and I left. We barely communicated at all verbally but we didn't need to talk. We got along very well without it. Not talking made it even hotter since we had to really pay attention to body language and facial expressions.

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?

I love reading these remembrances.

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.

Bumping - any new stories? 

Any more stories out there? 

I’m currently traveling in India with a performance group. About a week ago, I (65) was met a young (30?) year old man on Scruff.  For whatever reason, I am getting a ton of attention on the app here. Anyway, the guy wanted to meet.  I wasn’t comfortable hooking up, so I suggested coffee and then we will see.  Well, he bought me coffee and we had a great visit.  He has a handsome face, thick dark hair, and deep dark eyes with long thick lashes. I invited him to my room and he accepted.  We were kissing and ended up naked and sucking when I heard a knock on my door.  He ran and hid in the bathroom and I wrapped a towel around my waist.  One of my friends from the group got the wrong room. We went back to playing and in a few minutes I heard another knock and we went through the same motions.  This time, the knock was on another door, but the sound traveled.  By now I was distracted and couldn’t finish.  My friend, however, came to a spectacular finish.  It was copious and impressive.  We parted ways but remain in touch.  That night and the next morning, I was able to finished based on the memory of our hot but interrupted encounter. I’m hoping he attends grad school in the US and we can meet again before too long.

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.