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I'm very busy with work lately so I'm writing this on my lunch break. 
London is very interesting. To me it's almost like Las Vegas. There are endless things to do. I also have to say this was during Christmas in 2018 and things may be different now. 
My partner and I stayed in a small but nice hotel on Leicester Square. The area is very lively. A gorgeous Christmas Market was setup in the square. 
The first three nights we had guys over everyday to our hotel. We would go sightseeing in the morning then host a guy at our hotel. There were many hot guys from all over the world on Grindr and many of them stopped by in their lunch breaks. I think in total we had 7 guys we fucked, sucked and double stuffed in the first three days. 
I then went on RM and I saw Gabriel Cross advertising. I of course had to partake. So I hired him for a threesome with my partner. His ass was so hot and his dick was bigger than I thought it was. I could not take all of it in my throat. The girth made it impossible to breath. 
I also saw a very hot muscly red head on RM. Can't remember his name but his ass was a perfect muscle pussy, tight, bouncy and smooth as silk. 
The rest of the time was more guys off Grindr and a few sex clubs. The sex clubs I found to be rundown and the guys were not very hot. I still got to fuck a few hot asses. 
The last night of our trip was new years eve. Neither my partner or I like large crowds so we opted out of the Thames celebration and went to a gay club and hung out with some hot guys but didn't take anyone back to the hotel. I convinced my partner to host a hotel orgy. If I remember correctly we had about nine guys from p Grindr and scruff there. It was pretty awesome. My partner took his time riding a cute British guy with a 9" cock while guys sucked and fucked all over the, couch and in the shower. There was one short but muscular Bolivian guy with a huge muscle ass. I fucked him on and off for three hours, It was my first time using Viagra. 
I slept like a log on our return flight. I had so much sex that wasn't even horny for a week and couldn't cum if I tried. 

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I need to visit Venice
 

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I just returned from my first Atlantis cruise.  It was a long one.  There were lots of men of all ages (adults only) on this Virgin ship. I am not young, but I found people to be friendly, especially during meals. I enjoyed the experience far more than I expected.  There were lots of opportunities for sex, though I opted not to partake. I would do this again.

I have several travel stories but I'll keep them to myself. 😜

So why bother announcing that?  I have an extra nipple, but I'm keeping that to myself.

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I need to visit Venice
 

True.  But when it happens unexpectedly, it's that much more thrilling.

If only that same action could produce a beef and cheddar sandwich whenever it's been a full week since I was near an Arby's.

while this is not a true "sex" story it is a true story. 
I was in Copenhagen last year and it got to be a full week since I ate any cum and I was getting all horned up with NO light at the end of the long tunnel. I could not stand it any longer. 
while waiting for my food order at a local restaurant, I excused myself and went to the restroom. Went to the urinal and masturbated into my hand, ate my cum and then went back to the table where my food (the rest of my food - lol) was waiting for me. 

i noted that a few weeks ago Bjorn Andresen died at age 70. He was the blonde teenage actor (on the right in photo) who played Tadzio, the lissome highly sexualized youth in (openly gay) Luchino Visconti's Death in Venice, based on the novella by the same name penned by (bisexual pedophile) Thomas Mann. 

This naturally bring my mind back to Venice, Italy, often called La Serenissima. Serene, my foot. It is no accident that Venice is known variously as the City of Love (move over Paris) and the Queen of the Adriatic. Casanova, Ernest Hemingway, and other authors far and wide have sung of Venice's seething sexuality.
In my experience Venice is full of queens of the Adriatic. I was first there when I was 20, going across Europe with a backpack, and trying hard to avoid all the feelings that kept welling up about my peers and their cocks. My goal was to not jerk off all summer. Enter Venice...and..."the best laid plans of men," and all that. My friends and I were staying in a cheap pensione, with "shower down the hall." As it happened, there was a window in the shower, looking out on a small light well, chest height up. As I was showering one afternoon, there was a youth in the building across the light well also showering...a blonde northern Italian, maybe my age. Our eyes locked on each other, and soon we were both jerking off, imagining our lips interlocking and our penises rubbing together. Wham. Bam. Pow. So much for my summer resolution.
One of my favorite Venice destinations is the Peggy Guggenheim Collection, housed in an 18th c. unfinished palazzo. This was the home of Peggy, and a series of artist husbands and lovers, and is now a museum that is home to her extensive collection of modern art. When you disembark from the vaporetto, you are greeted by a bronze statue, Angel of the City, of a man on horseback with his prominent erection begging you to grab it. (There is a similar one in the Getty Center in LA).

The artist was Marino Marini, one of Peggy's many lovers, who was "artist in residence" in Peggy's bed for a while. Angel my foot. The story is that the phallus was originally removable (to function as Peggy's dildo when Marino couldn't get it up?) but it kept getting stolen so he had to weld it in. Peggy bragged that she had slept with over 1,000 men. Gay guys take note: we don't have a monopoly on that delightful hobby. 
The only piece of furniture in the museum is, tellingly, Peggy's bed...the headboard designed by another lover, Alexander Calder. It may be said that the history of modern art was written on this bed. 
Peggy was perhaps inspired by the once-popular Venetian practice of cicsbeo, where young women married older wealthy men, and by agreement, kept a young male stud close at hand for sexual services for the woman. Except in her case, she was the money, not some elderly cuckhold. 
Venice is a tight-knit renaissance-18th c. agglomeration of buildings and islands of no particular geometry, leaving corners and crannies just made for casual hookups. Knowing this, Venetian sidewalks are better lit at night than any other city I have visited. One night, some decades ago, I was prowling the city looking for a blowjob. And finally I found it...the cranny where some enterprising queen had unscrewed the light bulb. And indeed, when I arrived, he was lurking there waiting for his next victim. I was one happy victim. 
For all the seething sexuality of the city, there are no overt gay bars much less sex clubs, although of course the more stylish hotel bars attract birds of a feather. At some point, I was given (by a fuck buddy) a now-lost sex travel guide written by two gay Americans who had a van they traveled the world in, screwing locals day and night. The book pointed me to a public toilet just off the Rialto Bridge. This is the area of a busy public market and throngs of locals and tourists. Indeed, there is a proper public toilet nearby. But for the cognoscenti, there is (or at least was) a filthy (you're standing in urine) toilet literally attached to the side of a church, at which a jerk off, if not a blowjob, was virtually guaranteed. I loved that it was hiding in full view, and attached to a church to boot. Of course, we have since learned that were there are priests there is a lot of gay sex going on. 
But back to Death in Venice. It takes place in the Lido, one of the outer Venetian islands reachable by vaporetto. In the story (novella, movie, and opera all by the same name) an elderly German composer (played by Dirk Bogard, who himself was gay and living with a lover) is smitten with the youthful somewhat flirtatious Tadzio, which leads to the elder's throwing caution to the wind and ultimately dying from the plague.
A couple of decades ago I had my own Lido Death in Venice experience. No, I didn't die of the plague, but I went to the Lido both to take in the rays and to cruise the nearby woods (as noted in that gay sex travel guide). On the beach there was a remarkable scene...seven or eight teenaged Tadzio's, in the skimpiest of Speedos, playing, dancing, wrestling, and literally dry humping each other on the beach for all to see. I snapped a bunch of pictures, lest no one ever believe such a sight. (Unfortunately, for whatever reason, I threw out all my sex pictures in a fit of housecleaning at the start of the Covid lockdown.) I was however unsuccessful in luring any of them into the woods. They undoubtedly were going to one of their houses to fuck each other's brains out. If I were them, I wouldn't have paid any attention to me either. 
The next morning, I took one last cruise around the city before I left. Not a block from my hotel, I saws a magnificent specimen, tall, dark, handsome, black curly hair, wearing a tight body shirt and revealing pants advertising his significant bulge. We took one look at each other, and he signaled me to come down an alley and into his workplace, a clothing warehouse. We instantly tore each other's clothes off, and my god did he have the dick of death. There among the racks of women's frocks, he fucked me mercilessly, and I limped out one happy camper. This was years ago, but it is one of those experiences I will never forget.
Yes, Venice, Queen of the Adriatic...a city of fond memories that continue to inspire the occasional jerk off. 
 

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.

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.