Sydneysider

Paris has never been and will never be overrated. Anyone who thinks differently should just stop traveling and spend their money on something else.

This is young Malik of Stockbar.

This is young Malik of Stockbar.

This is young Malik of Stockbar.

My story happened when I first visited the US in 2012. I was 31 years old then. I was drinking alone at a gay bar in Vegas watching the sexy go-go boys on stage when I saw a hunky figure entered the club. He said hi to me and stood next to me. He's a well-built 24-year old Colombian-born American training as an MMA fighter. I've had three gin and tonics and he seemed friendly so I started flirting with him. I told him that he has beautiful arms. He liked that and he started flexing his biceps and even let me feel them. I told him that I wish I had my camera with me so that I could take photos of him. He asked where my camera was, which I said was in my hotel room. He then said, why don't we go back to your room. I got excited, then I got scared. I'm 5'6, slim-built while he's almost six foot tall brick of a man. I thought if he's gonna rob me, he could easily take me down and then dump my body. I told him 'great' but I needed to go to the bathroom first. I quickly exited out of the club instead but went into the wrong direction away from my hotel. I went back where I came from and there he was outside the club looking for me. He asked me why I took off. I made a lame excuse that it was late and that I remembered I have to leave early the next morning. He didn't buy that. So I told him that I didn't really know him and that I'm worried for my safety. He said that he was just horny and that he'd leave me alone after he had fucked me. Well that was the assurance I wanted to hear so I took him back to my room. I was glad I did and he stayed overnight. The next morning, we hang out all day and we even hired a car and drove to Hoover Dam. We only met that one time but to this day we're constantly keeping in touch via the social media. He indeed made my trip very memorable.

I just found out today that the very sexy Malik of Stockbar did porn for men.com. If you check out the website, you'll find him under the same name.

$20,000 for 24 hours of fun with 5 boys.
 
$31,000 all in after expenses for a ski weekend with 10 boys.

You've answered your own question here...listen to yourself.
 

Let it go.
 
He told you something...months later as he was walking out the door...that he should have kept to himself.
 
He didn’t do it to “help” you...he did it to “hurt” the management at the gym,
 
If he really cared or wanted to help you...he would have told you when it happened.
 
He didn’t care then, he doesn’t care now. He’s sowing seeds of discontent on his
way out the door.....which as you noted.....is very unprofessional.
 
True or not....don’t fall for it.

You should start a thread on Brazil. I've been to Brazil in 2018. What an amazing eye-opener for me; straight guys all willing to have hardcore gay sex for money. I would love to hear stories from you and everyone to I relive my experience especially when we can't travel anywhere right now.

It's great to see @Coolwave35 on AMA panel. You did great. I hope they make you regular.

It's great to see @Coolwave35 on AMA panel. You did great. I hope they make you regular.

It's great to see @Coolwave35 on AMA panel. You did great. I hope they make you regular.

Thanks man, that’s really kind. I was soooooo nervous. Those boys are beautiful to look at and engaging and I kind of operate outside that world as a super generic, average dude. I enjoyed it so much. I hope they’ll have me again.

Recap part 2. Back at the hotel.
 
The guy that runs the tech for the virtual events and I have become friends. He got us adjoining rooms at a Marriott in midtown very close to the venue. They had set up an after party to film content with some of the boys that are going to be part of the Adonis only fans. I got an early access preview of the preloaded content, and oh my god, are subscribers in for a trove of hot content. I digress.
 
There were two boys I was really into at the nude party and told them I wanted to take them back with me afterwards. I asked if they’d give me an opportunity to beat whatever other offers they got. Both said that wasn’t necessary and they were prepared to commit to the overnight with me and they’d turn down any other offers. Take note men, that was super hot and much appreciated on my end. It meant I could enjoy the night not worrying if the guys I lusted after would be scooped up. It also allowed me to sample the other guys knowing that I had a bird in the hand...
 
At 12:50 we all headed for the hotel.
 
I had a sealed zipper pouch on the back seat of my car. I told one boy that inside the pouch was a fetish I had that I wanted to do with one of them.
 
They were allowed to touch the pouch, and could ask 3 yes or no questions about its contents.
 
Question 1) does it go up my butt? No
Question 2) if I ingest it, will my mind be altered? No
Question 3) is it something I’d put on my body? Yes
 
When we got into the room, they each wrote down an amount of money, beyond the negotiated fee, to engage in the fetish sight unseen. One bid $300. One asked for $500. After a lot of deer in headlight looks and negotiations, they both agreed to engage, one at a time for $300 each.
 
One boy and the Adonis tech guy went into the neighboring room to film for only fans; the other boy stayed with me. I undressed his beautiful, ripped body. We moved into the gorgeous, spacious, glass shower. I opened the pouch. He smiled a very relieved smile and we got down to it.
 
We moved to the bed and had another wonderful connection. He asked if he could look at a photo of a large breasted woman while we played. This got him even harder and was fascinating that that photo had that affect on his sex drive. He finished after about an hour of play. It was now a little after 2am before clock roll back. As we were saying our good byes and he changed my name in his phone to something a little more personal than “guy from Long Island with lots of cash”, I asked if he would psych out the other dancer by immediately confessing his regret about the pouch challenge. I said look freaked out, sound freaked out, act freaked out. We couldn’t have planned it better if we tried. As we were leaving our room, tech guy and other dancer were walking out of their room for a smoke break. My dancer rode down with them and turned in a great performance. I joined the only fans room that had 7 people in a space designed for 3. When tech guy and other dancer came back, they immediately wanted to know about the pouch.
 
After 15 minutes of hearing about the only fans content I just missed, we talked about the night and our different experiences.
 
Tech guy was overstimulated and asked if he could crash on my couch while I had my session with other dancer. I’m a gentleman so of course I said yes.
 
We go into my room and immediately I hear about how freaked out the other dancer was. How much he regretted the pouch etc. Tech guy and dancer were so moved by this performance that, much to my delight, they considered following him home as they were worried about his mental state and ability to get to his hotel. Hilarious!
 
I come clean, share the text messages from dancer one beaming with pride about how well he sold it. I show both of my guests the pouch contents. His fear turns to enthusiasm and we get started. Tech guy passes the fuck out on my couch, with his head facing away, out of sheer exhaustion and stimulus. He’s a newbie amateur, but there’s a clear smile on his face from our adventure. 2nd dancer and I have a blast until 3:20. I feel bad he’s got a journey to get back to his place. What can only be described as a mutual, palpable reluctance to part ways on both of our parts, we say good bye. It’s clear to me that the after party in the next room is over but I hear the shower running.
 
One of the only fans models stayed behind to “watch our stuff” and “make sure we remembered to take a room key with us so we could get back into the room.” He was 1 of the 5 dancers I didn’t connect with at the nude party. His consideration and willingness to stay at 3:15 with no promise of financial gain turned me on and we played. Boy did we play. I got an education on viagra, and an unfiltered perspective of the night from the perspective of the experienced talent. It was fascinating and his dick was huge. We worked out a situation that resulted in tech guy having no clean towels for his morning shower. He’ll forgive me.
 
At 4am I wandered back to my room. I don’t indulge in alcohol or substance. I’m still wide awake and reeling from the night with clarity. I try to wake tech guy and convince him that his room is empty and he’s got a super comfortable bed 20 feet away. I make note that he doesn’t have to sleep on the foot rest. I also offered my bed In case there was some signal the newbie was giving me. He was not giving a signal, he was exhausted. Lol fortunately, he has no recollection of this. Whew!
 
I climb in my bed and realize that with everything going on, I forgot to cum. It’s now 4:30. Out of sheer curiosity, I log into grindr and am immediately hit up by a 24 year old gorgeous green eyed sub pig that is 539 feet away. This doesn’t happen where I’m from in suburbia.
 
He shares what he wants, which is so far from anything that has ever been requested of or from me that I’m convinced someone is punking me.
 
After the night I’ve had though, I’m game. We agree to meet on the corner and come back to my hotel room. Oh wait! I’m not alone. FUCK!
 
I text Matt, the more grown up of the Adonis owners on the west coast and ask if he thinks it’s ok that I hook up with a stranger while the uber responsible tech guy is sleeping within arms reach. No response. I say fuck it, I’ll do what Tim would do. I lovingly, and with the utmost of care drape a mostly clean pillow case over his face. I tell my grindr date of the situation and he says that will make it even hotter. We figure worst case scenario is that he wakes up during the thing, isn’t amused, and leaves.
 
We meet at 4:25, are in my room at 4:30 and I’m getting into the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done while my new friend is asleep beside us. Its clear to me that I’m delivering and doing it right because this dude is hard as a rock, leaking precum like a faucet and moaning in ecstasy. I’m also shockingly ok with what’s going on, though I won’t indulge again.
 
At 5:30 we finish up, he goes on his merry way and I’m laying down in post coital bliss on a pillow without a case. At 5:50 I’m startled as I’m dozing to the noise of tech guy falling into his room. I get up, forgetting I’m naked to check on him.
 
He’s fine. Yup, definitely didn’t misinterpret a signal. He waves me good night and closes the door.
 
I wake up at 8:30 happy as a pig in the mud. I doze back to sleep and am awoken at 10am from a text from my incredible husband. “Are you dead?” Again I forgot to check in with him and let him know all was well. “I’m alive and well, the bed is cozy.” “Did you have fun.” “Meh, it would have been better if you joined me.” “That’s not my thing you know that. On your way home, please grab my prescription from walgreens.”
 
Boom!!!
 
18 hours after it all begin, back to reality.
 
I hope someone enjoyed some part of this. Have a nice rest of your weekend!

What a night! Here’s a review for those of you that enjoy these things. It feels self indulgent but enough people have expressed an interest in hearing about how things proceed, so here goes.
 
4 of us from the board met for a nice dinner at our hotel restaurant. They were unable to add grilled chicken to a salad. Seemed like a reasonable request but grilled chicken isn’t available here.
 
We got to the nude party between 7:30 and 8. Tim was wearing a Where’s Waldo costume that out of sheer coincidence the bartender was the model for on the package. I can’t tell who wore it better, they were both hot. There was a real woman, very attractive working the door, no penis. Definitely no penis.
 
We got a tour of the place, which seems to have been built for this exact kind of event. It was super clean, nothing was sticky, there was enough privacy if you want it, or plenty to see and voyeur if you preferred that.
 
There were 17 dancers there throughout the night. Some came and went. Some came and came. One came, came and came again, but we’ll get to that.
 
Masks were required. I was a little surprised it was as enforced as it was, but safety first.
 
I did dances with 12 of the 17. Highlights were Jimmy, Vengador, and Patrick. For anyone that hasn’t been to one of these, you pay $20 for a dancer to grind all over you while a song plays. You can opt to do multiple in a row. There appears to be an unspoken rule that the more songs you chain together, the more you get out of the dance. For example.
 
1 song they grind all over you and you touch their body. 2nd song they’ll take your hand and guide it across their bodies, and onto their ass or hardening dick. 3rd song their mouth will make contact with your neck or ears. 4th song their hands will work very hard to activate the clients dick. 5th song.... well, you get the idea. This wasn’t clear to me until the 3rd time it happened. I appreciate a good process so I was happy to experience it.
 
Two dancers approached me and asked if I wanted to join them for a 3some in the champagne room. It was an easy yes.
 
About 90 minutes later, one of those boys, 2 others dancers, some customers and I were standing in a circle in the main room. He asked if I wanted to see him shoot another load. I said yes, but only if it was in the main room, on this new dancer’s ass, right where we were all standing. Some negotiating ensued, he did a jerk off show in front of the bar onto a beautiful bubble butt. For a darkened room full of grown ups trying to avoid eye contact with each other, EVERYONE noticed what was going on and they seemed to enjoy it.
 
Highlights from the event:
 
@sam.fitzpatrick telling me I’d fit in fine at the Palm Springs event and not to be nervous or self conscious about attending.
 
It was super clean and although the Covid precautions were annoying at first, they’re necessary, it was the right thing to do and I get it.
 
Two dancers tried to give me change after my dances not realizing the extra 20’s were tips. That was charming.
 
Bryce is hysterical. Absolutely hysterical.
 
A dancer that agreed to come back to my hotel asked for my number. As he was typing it in, me over his shoulder checking for accuracy, I was already saved as “guy with lots of cash from Long Island.” I guess in their eyes, that about sums me up lol. I was flattered and grateful it wasn’t a worse combination of adjectives and descriptors.
 
Through out the night, while I was getting dances I’d stuff cash in between the couch cushions. When I was done, I’d go tell other dancers about it. They’d rush off to go look for it no matter what was happening on that couch. Customers thought they were getting a buy one get one free dance. Perceptive dancers had a Halloween Easter egg hunt and made some bonuses.
 
low lights:
 
One dancer started checking Instagram mid way through the first song of our lap dance. It was strangely off putting.
 
A customer walked in on me peeing and wouldn’t leave. I rolled with it but it was unexpected
 
It took cycling through 4 Uber Eats bicycle delivery drivers nearly an hour to find one brave enough to deliver 8 pizzas by bicycle. The pizza arrived mostly intact, and fairly warm.
 
I’ll do another post about all that went on AFTER the event back at my hotel room if there’s any interest.

More please!!!!

"Making it Big: The History of Gay Adult Film" is a documentary on YouTube about gay porn. I thought it was informative and enjoyable. James Somerton has some great videos.
 

That was part of the fun for me to wonder while it happened. When Dan got here, he said it didn’t take much convincing, and Tim pitched it pretty straight. I did feel bad because I thought he was 25 minutes away, and he was actually closer to 45 away.

It was fun to see his immediate acceptance of the offer. I'm wondering how much Tim prepped him off-screen for it before Dan came back online.

Oh my god it was soooooo fun. He just left lol

Mine is walking into a chipotle and walking out with an order someone else placed on the app.

You should start a thread on Brazil. I've been to Brazil in 2018. What an amazing eye-opener for me; straight guys all willing to have hardcore gay sex for money. I would love to hear stories from you and everyone to I relive my experience especially when we can't travel anywhere right now.

SOLACESOUL wrote "expectations create disappointments”. and AJAC wrote: "We no longer live in a world where people say please and thank you we live in a world where bad behavior is rewarded"
 
How sad but these are two very profound and true comments.
 
For over a decade I make financial contributions to several organizations and always receive nice "thank you" notes and of course a request for future donations (ha-ha). At Thanksgiving and Christmas I make a large financial contribution to a local shelter and volunteer my help in serving meals. Everyone is so appreciative and thankful. I have no problem in sharing my blessings. But I was blown away when I didn't get a simple "thank you" from the Brazilians guys.
 
As one of you mentioned, yes three of the six guys have already texted me asking for more financial help. Guess whose messages were ignored and numbers removed?
 
To all of you who took the time to reply to my post, THANK YOU!

There are hundreds of stories like yours on the internet from the last 25 years.
3rd-world-country guy needs money and knows an American guy who has more than he needs.
3rd world country guy tells a sad story. American guy sends some money.
3rd-world-country guy laughs at how easy it was.
It is definitely not related to corona.