BtmBearDad

In my experience when I was traveling regularly to the Gulf, while there is a large number of closeted men, there’s also a large number of “glass closeted” men. Both cohorts came from a more affluent/educated background, and tended to be more secular than devout in their religion, (think “A&P Catholics”). Plus there is a whole contingent of professional expats living/working there who are “glass closeted” at least when in the Gulf. But as far as providers go, it’s the Western lads who clean up and are in demand, at least from the Arab hobbyists. While I knew, and enjoyed, several Arab men during my times in the Gulf, none were providers - tho many of them would have sent many a heart -among other parts- aflutter if they advertised in the West. 

Thanks for sharing all these stories, gents!! Nice to know I’m not the only tramp whilst traveling! ?
 
Here are my offerings - the first, and the most recent. Only the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent:
 
1.) Cambridge MA circa 1993 - my team traveled to a college rugby tournament over Columbus Day weekend. I was already playing with guys, but it was a “secret” to everyone, especially my teammates except for the two guys I had played with on the team. I had been hoping I’d room with one of them, but that was not to be. Anyway fast forward, after two days of playing, and more importantly viewing all sorts in the locker room and shower, this rugger was horny. The Sunday night, the host rugby team had a party at their house. It was as you imagine - lots of drink, lots of dirty rugby songs, lots of dares, etc.. I got chatting with another rugger who was also from NYC. Mind you, at the time I was a nice bit of stuff - 6’2” hairy, with a nice thick muscley rugby jock build. The guy I was chatting with was similar in stature - about 6’ with a thick muscley rugby build. He was also a ginger - and the first ginger I had seen who was also quite hairy. We chat, there’s definitely a vibe, and knowing looks, and finally subtle touching and gropes that made it clear we were on the same page. He suggests going back to his hotel room for a drink, I ask about his roommate, he smiles and says he has a single.
 
There was no uber back then, and I hadn’t a notion where we were (we had taken cabs from our hotel), but Ginger knew the way so after about 20-30 minutes walking, talking, I found myself slammed against his hotel room wall as we began making out, feeling each other up. Clothes scattered as we made our way to his bed all the while kissing, feeling, touching. I loved his hairy ginger body, and he had a great thick cock on him. He seemed to like what I was offering too.
 
We’re both horny animals - making out, sucking nipples, make out some more, licking pits, more make out, 69’g, make out, eating ass, make out, giving each other handy j’s as we make out. Then his hand is playing with my balls, then his fingers are going further south, then he says “I want to be in you” just as his fingertips are playing in my furry trench. ? My mind was going 500mph at this point. That was my other secret - I really wanted to bottom, but had not at this point, yet here I was with this hot hairy ginger rugger who wanted to top me. His fingers felt good teasing me back there, he was kissing my neck, kissing my ear telling me how hot he thought I was, how hard I made him, pointing out how much I was leaking, but damn it all to hell, I just couldn’t say yes! ?
 
He was entirely cool with that, if disappointed, but we managed to get two nuts each without anal that night.
 
I remember the bus ride back on Monday, most were hungover, but I was both cursing myself, and congratulating myself for saying no. It was about 3 weeks later I finally gave it up to the hockey jock, which made me think why did I ever say no to the ginger rugger???
 
Fast forward about 6 years, I’m playing in a recreational rugby league in NYC, and who do I meet at a match? Ginger rugger! Or more properly, now he’s Dr Ginger Rugger. Needless to say, I didn’t say no that time, or any of the subsequent times we got together. He’s still hot even today - but now we’re both more bear than jock. He’s married, but even so, I’d take a ride on Dr Ginger Rugger anytime - hell, his husband is cute enough so he could join too! ?
 
2.) Dublin, Ireland 2019 - I had to go to Ireland for a family wedding down the country. It was a bit of a posh wedding - my family had rented the entire hotel (a great historic country hotel) so you only ever saw family and wedding guests for the weekend. Anyway, after spending a week and a half down the country, I was ready for some “me time”. Knowing this would be the case, I had booked myself into a hotel on the quays in Dublin, so up on the train I went.
 
After checking in, I just wanted to wander around, see what had changed, get my bearings - normal things when you find yourself in a city you haven’t been to in a while. Hand to God, I’m walking past Trinity making my way to Dawson Street, and I hear my name shouted, I turn and see smiling and waving across the road a fellow I knew in NYC. He had been a bartender in the local near the office, but had returned to Ireland about 5 years prior. I was shocked, but delighted! He came across the road, and after hellos, we made our way to the pub I was heading for on Dawson Street.
 
We catch up over a few pints - since returning to Ireland, he completed his Masters, was a partner in a boutique accounting firm, bought a house on the Southside - so life was good for him. And yes, he still looked very good! I will confess, I had a bit of a crush on him as my bartender. Picture a 5’9” Tim Tebow lookalike, and there you have it - though he was hairier than Tim.
 
Anyway, sitting next to me in his suit, he was looking dishy to say the least. He couldn’t do anything that night, but promised to meet me at my hotel the next night for a night out.
 
We met at the hotel bar, he looked great in his casual/going out gear. A few drinks there, he says he took the following day off so we could have a proper night, and we were off. A bit of a pub crawl, and many pints later, back at the hotel having drinks in the residents lounge, and he suggests we take the drinks to my room. We do - I’m not thinking anything is in the cards honestly, just a more relaxing atmosphere. Plus my room had a terrace he wanted to see.
 
We’re still just catching up, talking about who we knew back in the day, what they’re up to now, our lives, normal BS. We’re both on the terrace smoking, and I feel his hand on my ass ? and he squeezed he said “you always had a great arse, I bet it’s hairy like your chest too, right?” The little voice in my head is screaming “OMG THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!!” Before I could reply, he says, “come inside and show me”. We come inside, he hugs me to him, I can feel his erect cock thru his pants, he tells me I’ve gotten better with age, how he always loved how furry my chest was, and tonight he was going to find out just how furry the rest of me was - and he did.
 
God he was a powerful ride. Very skilled, and had tremendous stamina. This then 49yo was very proud to have orgasmed 4 times with him in our session. Obviously he stayed the night - more properly morning by the time he shot his last. We woke up around noon, had a session, ordered room service, had another session, then he had to take off as he was heading to Belfast the next day for work.
 
I did get some local talent the next two nights out on my own, but they’re another story - or two.
 
I was able to get together with my mate my last night for another sleepover - and he drove me to the airport the next day. If not for the damn rona I would have been back for some more. We are in regular contact - nearly every day - and we’re both looking forward to the end of all the travel restrictions ??

Holy cow is right! That’s one off the list now ❌

I wonder how long until this thread gets the inevitable “bump” asking for “anyone meet with him recently” or similar despite your post 😂

My meager contribution - Marlon and Lowi. Marlon is the bigger, taller slab of beef, and Lowi is RM’s own LeanderMasseur (https://app.rent.men/LeanderMasseur?nlh=1)
Lowi is the top in this video - given he admits to 5’7” on his ad, he may be more like 5’5”ish, making Marlon well over 6’2”. Yum! 

I can’t track anything on Marlon, if you gents have info on him, much appreciated 😀

Link to the video: 
https://www.gayporno.fm/marlon-lowi_2742341.html

I would agree - there’s normally “something” that gives it away. Could be a mannerism, a mole, their voice, etc.. But that really only applies if you know both of them. I’ve cousins, and nieces that are identical twins. To most people just seeing them it’s always “OMG! How do you tell them apart?” But to me, and those who know them, it’s not terribly tricky. 

In this case tho, given I thought my FWB, and I were in the house alone, and given the fact I never met or even knew he had a twin, I think I can be forgiven for failing to notice - especially given the activities engaged in during said switcheroo! 😜

🙋🏼‍♂️

Freshman year, met one of the guys in the room next door in the dorm on move in day. Tall glass of Irish-American water - was getting some sort of money from basketball. Turned out we lived very near each other at home - he was just a few blocks south - but went to different schools, so didn’t know each other, but knew some people in common. Of course we both strategically dropped certain names of guys we “knew” to check the other’s reaction. Very sweet, fun, hot guy, but a stereotypical “dumb jock” type. Anyway, play ensued. Nothing serious - very much a FWB thing - it was just handy for us both being next door. 

So he comes back from Thanksgiving, says he wants us to head to his house down the Shore on the weekend. Sign me up! While we had been playing with each other, (and others), on the regular, it was still in the dorm where walls are wafer thin, and you’re in a twin bed 😂
It was supposed to be just us, and my horny college boy mind was reeling at all the horny things I wanted to do. Unbeknownst to me, my buddy had other plans. Mind you, I knew he had a brother - but I had no idea it was a twin brother, let alone an identical twin brother! Yes, they pulled the whole “switcheroo” on me before the big reveal! I do remember thinking “that’s different, feels different” - little did I know! 🙈
That was one very hot, and very fun dirty weekend down the Shore! 😈


BBD 

What more is there to tell? 😏
Just a college rugby jock accompanying his basketball jock FWB to his place down the Shore, only to be surprised that basketball buddy’s identical twin was joining us in our sexcapades. 🤷🏼‍♂️ Picture three young, horny college jocks naked from Friday to Sunday in all sorts of very mutual combinations 😉
I was scandalised, sated, and sore by the time it came to head back to college.

They just come across, at least to me, as shady.
That, and nearly all their houses look the same - same colours, tiles, staging, etc.. They’re better than the Bible-thumpers in Waco, but there are better home reno shows, with better looking hosts to watch.

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol
I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”
Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀
BBD 

🙋🏼‍♂️

Freshman year, met one of the guys in the room next door in the dorm on move in day. Tall glass of Irish-American water - was getting some sort of money from basketball. Turned out we lived very near each other at home - he was just a few blocks south - but went to different schools, so didn’t know each other, but knew some people in common. Of course we both strategically dropped certain names of guys we “knew” to check the other’s reaction. Very sweet, fun, hot guy, but a stereotypical “dumb jock” type. Anyway, play ensued. Nothing serious - very much a FWB thing - it was just handy for us both being next door. 

So he comes back from Thanksgiving, says he wants us to head to his house down the Shore on the weekend. Sign me up! While we had been playing with each other, (and others), on the regular, it was still in the dorm where walls are wafer thin, and you’re in a twin bed 😂
It was supposed to be just us, and my horny college boy mind was reeling at all the horny things I wanted to do. Unbeknownst to me, my buddy had other plans. Mind you, I knew he had a brother - but I had no idea it was a twin brother, let alone an identical twin brother! Yes, they pulled the whole “switcheroo” on me before the big reveal! I do remember thinking “that’s different, feels different” - little did I know! 🙈
That was one very hot, and very fun dirty weekend down the Shore! 😈


BBD 

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol
I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”
Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀
BBD 

@Charlie, my years of doing shares spanned from the late 90’s thru the early 2000’s. Yes - the sex was definitely abundant - whether you met someone on the beach, walking “the boardwalk” aka Fire Island Blvd, at tea, at a party, or when cutting thru the “Judy Garland Memorial Forest” - you couldn’t swing a cat without finding an eager hole or pole to satisfy your needs 😂
As I write this, a memory flooded back of a weeknight upstairs from Sip N Twirl at the bar on my own, having a drink. I noticed one very handsome guy playing pool. I thought I knew him, but decided I didn’t. I must have stared too long because he came over, we got to chatting, one thing led to another, and we’re back at his. After, as we lay there chatting a bit, I realised I did know him! Actually I knew the character he played on a soap, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out “OMG I just realised you’re *character name*!” He looked at me with a smile “you didn’t know?” I explained how I thought I knew him, but then decided I didn’t. He laughed and said “here I thought I had to thank *character name* for getting your attention”, to which I replied something about how it was his good looks that got my attention, and so commenced round 2! 

Memories like this make me smile. 

The responses to both @Archbishop’s and @Andy2’s inquiries makes me wonder if the fee is adjusted based on which role he takes? 🤔 I just imagine there’s a sliding scale, X for top, Y for vers, Z for bottom. If the gent is comfortable in all roles, just list as “versatile” with one fee across the board vs a sliding scale. 

Another potential reason for the two replies could be if our hobbyists have RM client profiles, and those profiles reflect their own preferred role, so the provider gives the answer he believes the client wants. 🤷🏼‍♂️

This is why as a rule, I tend to avoid providers who list “ask me” in their profiles. Juice usually isn’t worth the squeeze. 

This! YEARS ago one of my oldest friends shared that too with me. I was dubious - not really believing the old wives tales about big feet, big nose, hat size, etc. - I mean you are going to run into well hung men that have those attributes, but it’s no guarantee. But she swore by the nail beds.
 
I started to take notice after being with one blessed man, and looking at his nail beds muttered “damn her!” lol  After him, I kept track for a bit, and she was right.
BBD 

“Glass closeted” - meaning the gent is known to be gay or like men, but it’s not discussed. Different from “closeted” where the gent is not known or often even suspected of being gay or liking men. 

I’m with @NJmusclelover on this one. While yes, we all can fall victim to jet lag, and crash after a long flight, how one addresses the aftermath of crashing like that -whether it’s in our personal, professional, or hobbyist lives - tells the tale. The way this provider handled things moves him from “unprofessional” to “rip off artist”. 

He took a deposit for a specific window of time, was radio silent for hours on the day when the hobbyist was trying to confirm, replies 40 minutes after he was supposed to be there with an offer to shower, and come over after - and when the client replies that won’t work, this provider flippantly replies that the hobbyist probably just jo’d, and didn’t want to pay for a session, so he’s keeping the deposit since by his twisted logic, the client is cancelling on him. To me, it’s the provider’s last flippant reply that bumps him to rip off artist. 

Sorry this happened to you, NJML - and thank you for this heads up. Something tells me this isn’t the first time, and probably won’t be the last time this provider has pulled a stunt like this. Forewarned is forearmed, so to speak, in this hobby on many fronts. 
 
BBD 

 

Thanks for sharing all these stories, gents!! Nice to know I’m not the only tramp whilst traveling! ?
 
Here are my offerings - the first, and the most recent. Only the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent:
 
1.) Cambridge MA circa 1993 - my team traveled to a college rugby tournament over Columbus Day weekend. I was already playing with guys, but it was a “secret” to everyone, especially my teammates except for the two guys I had played with on the team. I had been hoping I’d room with one of them, but that was not to be. Anyway fast forward, after two days of playing, and more importantly viewing all sorts in the locker room and shower, this rugger was horny. The Sunday night, the host rugby team had a party at their house. It was as you imagine - lots of drink, lots of dirty rugby songs, lots of dares, etc.. I got chatting with another rugger who was also from NYC. Mind you, at the time I was a nice bit of stuff - 6’2” hairy, with a nice thick muscley rugby jock build. The guy I was chatting with was similar in stature - about 6’ with a thick muscley rugby build. He was also a ginger - and the first ginger I had seen who was also quite hairy. We chat, there’s definitely a vibe, and knowing looks, and finally subtle touching and gropes that made it clear we were on the same page. He suggests going back to his hotel room for a drink, I ask about his roommate, he smiles and says he has a single.
 
There was no uber back then, and I hadn’t a notion where we were (we had taken cabs from our hotel), but Ginger knew the way so after about 20-30 minutes walking, talking, I found myself slammed against his hotel room wall as we began making out, feeling each other up. Clothes scattered as we made our way to his bed all the while kissing, feeling, touching. I loved his hairy ginger body, and he had a great thick cock on him. He seemed to like what I was offering too.
 
We’re both horny animals - making out, sucking nipples, make out some more, licking pits, more make out, 69’g, make out, eating ass, make out, giving each other handy j’s as we make out. Then his hand is playing with my balls, then his fingers are going further south, then he says “I want to be in you” just as his fingertips are playing in my furry trench. ? My mind was going 500mph at this point. That was my other secret - I really wanted to bottom, but had not at this point, yet here I was with this hot hairy ginger rugger who wanted to top me. His fingers felt good teasing me back there, he was kissing my neck, kissing my ear telling me how hot he thought I was, how hard I made him, pointing out how much I was leaking, but damn it all to hell, I just couldn’t say yes! ?
 
He was entirely cool with that, if disappointed, but we managed to get two nuts each without anal that night.
 
I remember the bus ride back on Monday, most were hungover, but I was both cursing myself, and congratulating myself for saying no. It was about 3 weeks later I finally gave it up to the hockey jock, which made me think why did I ever say no to the ginger rugger???
 
Fast forward about 6 years, I’m playing in a recreational rugby league in NYC, and who do I meet at a match? Ginger rugger! Or more properly, now he’s Dr Ginger Rugger. Needless to say, I didn’t say no that time, or any of the subsequent times we got together. He’s still hot even today - but now we’re both more bear than jock. He’s married, but even so, I’d take a ride on Dr Ginger Rugger anytime - hell, his husband is cute enough so he could join too! ?
 
2.) Dublin, Ireland 2019 - I had to go to Ireland for a family wedding down the country. It was a bit of a posh wedding - my family had rented the entire hotel (a great historic country hotel) so you only ever saw family and wedding guests for the weekend. Anyway, after spending a week and a half down the country, I was ready for some “me time”. Knowing this would be the case, I had booked myself into a hotel on the quays in Dublin, so up on the train I went.
 
After checking in, I just wanted to wander around, see what had changed, get my bearings - normal things when you find yourself in a city you haven’t been to in a while. Hand to God, I’m walking past Trinity making my way to Dawson Street, and I hear my name shouted, I turn and see smiling and waving across the road a fellow I knew in NYC. He had been a bartender in the local near the office, but had returned to Ireland about 5 years prior. I was shocked, but delighted! He came across the road, and after hellos, we made our way to the pub I was heading for on Dawson Street.
 
We catch up over a few pints - since returning to Ireland, he completed his Masters, was a partner in a boutique accounting firm, bought a house on the Southside - so life was good for him. And yes, he still looked very good! I will confess, I had a bit of a crush on him as my bartender. Picture a 5’9” Tim Tebow lookalike, and there you have it - though he was hairier than Tim.
 
Anyway, sitting next to me in his suit, he was looking dishy to say the least. He couldn’t do anything that night, but promised to meet me at my hotel the next night for a night out.
 
We met at the hotel bar, he looked great in his casual/going out gear. A few drinks there, he says he took the following day off so we could have a proper night, and we were off. A bit of a pub crawl, and many pints later, back at the hotel having drinks in the residents lounge, and he suggests we take the drinks to my room. We do - I’m not thinking anything is in the cards honestly, just a more relaxing atmosphere. Plus my room had a terrace he wanted to see.
 
We’re still just catching up, talking about who we knew back in the day, what they’re up to now, our lives, normal BS. We’re both on the terrace smoking, and I feel his hand on my ass ? and he squeezed he said “you always had a great arse, I bet it’s hairy like your chest too, right?” The little voice in my head is screaming “OMG THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!!” Before I could reply, he says, “come inside and show me”. We come inside, he hugs me to him, I can feel his erect cock thru his pants, he tells me I’ve gotten better with age, how he always loved how furry my chest was, and tonight he was going to find out just how furry the rest of me was - and he did.
 
God he was a powerful ride. Very skilled, and had tremendous stamina. This then 49yo was very proud to have orgasmed 4 times with him in our session. Obviously he stayed the night - more properly morning by the time he shot his last. We woke up around noon, had a session, ordered room service, had another session, then he had to take off as he was heading to Belfast the next day for work.
 
I did get some local talent the next two nights out on my own, but they’re another story - or two.
 
I was able to get together with my mate my last night for another sleepover - and he drove me to the airport the next day. If not for the damn rona I would have been back for some more. We are in regular contact - nearly every day - and we’re both looking forward to the end of all the travel restrictions ??