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I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Have you tried using a lacrosse ball? Ball on floor and roll your foot on top of the ball. I find it helps quite a bit. BTW Something about the size or firmness of a lacrosse ball makes it work better than just a tennis ball.

In video #1, I'd strongly suggest that any position with Tim Kreuger on top would be "really appealing" to just about any bottom. In video #2, the chemistry is great between that big dicked top and creamy assed bottom. Lots of sweet spots in both of those training films.

Have you tried using a lacrosse ball? Ball on floor and roll your foot on top of the ball. I find it helps quite a bit. BTW Something about the size or firmness of a lacrosse ball makes it work better than just a tennis ball.

Have you tried using a lacrosse ball? Ball on floor and roll your foot on top of the ball. I find it helps quite a bit. BTW Something about the size or firmness of a lacrosse ball makes it work better than just a tennis ball.

We have been together for 41 years, but only married for 4. We bought wedding rings when we got married. I thought I would always wear mine, but but never having worn a ring before, I found that it was uncomfortable. Now, I don't wear mine everyday, but I do like to wear it when I leave the house. On the other hand, my husband has a landscape business and works with dirty hands everyday. I thought he would find that wearing a ring was impractical. Completely wrong. He loves wearing his ring and "feels naked" when he is not wearing it. He has even come home from work when he has forgotten to put it back on when he washes his hands or takes a shower. Go figure.

We have been together for 41 years, but only married for 4. We bought wedding rings when we got married. I thought I would always wear mine, but but never having worn a ring before, I found that it was uncomfortable. Now, I don't wear mine everyday, but I do like to wear it when I leave the house. On the other hand, my husband has a landscape business and works with dirty hands everyday. I thought he would find that wearing a ring was impractical. Completely wrong. He loves wearing his ring and "feels naked" when he is not wearing it. He has even come home from work when he has forgotten to put it back on when he washes his hands or takes a shower. Go figure.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Wow! This is an amazing story! Truly vers guys are a huge turn on. Bravo!
 
I wonder how many chances I have not taken because I am pretty oblivious to "stares" and cues? ???. I also envy guys like you who seem to be ready for random sex (bottoming) at the drop of a hat. Sigh.
 
Thanks for sharing.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

I was in Las Vegas for the MAGIC show and was staying on the strip at Bally's. I'd been playing blackjack and had been mildly successful so I decided to head off to my room since I had an early start the next day walking the show at the convention center. As I headed for the elevator I passed one of the big bars that was near the lifts. I looked over at the bar and saw a young 20'ish man in a suit with an open collar who caught my eye. I thought he gave me more than a passing glance, but I decided not to pursue it, so I proceeded to the elevator. There was a small crowd in the elevator lobby and about 6 of us got the car headed to the upper floors. Once inside the elevator, I noticed the young man on the opposite side of the car. I tried to play it cool and not admit to myself that he was staring right at me. When the car arrived at my floor, I made my way out of the elevator and it felt like he followed me. I thought it was a coincidence that we both were on the same floor, but I didn't turn around. I walked down the long hallway to my room and reached for my card key. He was standing and smiling right beside me. I unlocked the door and he asked if he could come in for a minute. Throwing all caution to the wind--who was I to turn down the young man's request---he was half my age, beautiful face, floppy blond hair, and filled out every bit of his navy suit. When we got inside he told me that he was staying with his parents in the same hotel and was bored hanging out with them. He said he was gay and was kind of attracted to older men. (I was probably early 40's at the time.) I offered him a drink and we got comfortable on the bed. He moved first and quickly---first his hand on my leg, then he kissed me, and soon after that, our clothes came off and we banged out a couple rounds in bed. We took a shower together and I asked him to stay over, but he said he had to get back to his parent's room. He asked if he could come by the next day and I told him I wouldn't be back from the show until about 8. At 830 I was in the shower and there was a knock at the door. It was him again, all fresh and ready to go again. He left that night around 2AM. We didn't exchange names or any other information. I checked out that morning and that was that.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.

Sorry for this second story. This one happened in Honolulu around 1978. I was there on a business trip and staying at the Ilikai Hotel, down the beach by the Hilton Hawaiian Village. I was about 24 and it was one of my first trips to Honolulu. I wanted to get a good panoramic view of the beach and Diamond Head so I went up to the "Top the I"--the bar on the top floor of the hotel, with views down Waikiki towards Diamond Head. Beautiful. While enjoying a Mai Tai and the view, I noticed a group of guys and girls having drinks and laughs at another table. I eavesdropped and realized that they were all a very handsome Qantas flight crew on a layover. I thought one of the guys was cute and I started to smile at some of the jokes they were telling. The cute one--Geoff--said that I should join them, and of course, that was all the encouragement I needed. We all drank and shared a few snacks and some more laughs. I was sitting next to Geoff and I began to realize that he and I might possibly be the only two gays at the table. We had been playing footsy under the table and had been rubbing each others leg, so I was hopeful something else needed to happen. I was ready to break away with Geoff and suggested that he and I might move on to another bar that I knew about. He agreed and we headed out. On the way out, I told him that I needed to get something from my hotel room first. In the elevator he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and telling me that he had some plans for me. Did he ever. When we got to my room, the clothes flew off and we spent the night together, till early AM, when he had get back to his room as he had a flight to Sydney later that day. I was sad to say goodbye, but we exchanged names and addresses (no cell phones then) and hoped we could stay in touch.
 
I thought that was the end of it, until I got a message a couple days later at my hotel that he was unexpectedly headed back to Honolulu for another quick turnaround. He was going to be staying at the Ilikai again and wanted to meet up. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to head back to Anchorage and would miss him by a day. But, as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and I "had" to stay a few extra days in Hawaii. I say "had" to because back then there were only a couple days a week non-stop service from Honolulu to Anchorage, and Western Airlines offered to put me up for the extra days. My new hotel was out by the airport, but I left Geoff a message at the Ilikai and he was able to come out. We spent two more days together, exploring the North Shore during the day and each other all night back at the room. He was the first guy I had ever been with who didn't care if he was on top pounding me, or on the bottom getting it back. I was in Heaven. But that second chance encounter had to end too, and we parted our separate ways. But not before I stole Geoff's red underwear that I still have to this very day.
 
Added PS. When my flight to Anchorage was cancelled, the other travelers and I were transported back to the airport hotel. Since we were all going to be able to stay a few extra days in Honolulu, we dropped our bags in the lobby and headed to the bar immediately on arrival to celebrate our good fortune. It wasn't until the new day of departure that I realized my work briefcase was missing and had never been delivered to my room. All of the work that I'd done while in Hawaii, all the notes, all the paper, all of it---was lost and I had to go back to work with nothing to justify my 7-8 days away from the office. Everything but the red undies, anyways.