Sydneysider

absolutely. I took the George Washington suite at the freehand hotel. It’s a decent hotel but no real bells and whistles. It was recommended by a friend. I wouldn’t stay there again. Today I moved over to the Kimpton Muse in Times Square. I have two more boys coming over at 6. This room is way nicer. I got the King Spa Suite for $300 for the night.
What are you looking for in an experience? There are some great guys on Long Island that don’t advertise, and some really great city guys that don’t mind the train ride.
Feel free to PM me, or we can do this here for all to enjoy.

Seems like every client here is a drop-dead gorgeous bodybuilder, which makes no sense. So roll call: who is using his real pic for his profile?
 
And don't be cute if you're using an avatar, we get it, you're an avatar, good for u.
 
I'll go first, mine is real.

Some people don’t like the taste of cum. I don’t particularly like it but if I’m really into the guy or session I might let the guy cum in my mouth. Even then 9 times out of 10 I spit it out. Only one guy ever wanted to cum on my face but he never did in all the times we had sex. We would talk about it but It never happened. I guess he got the impression I wasn’t keen on it, even though I told him it was ok.
 
There are some who even have an aversion to it for whatever reason.
 
Plain and simple, people love the feeling of ejaculating, but not everyone is into the bodily fluids aspect. ?

I started to write one of my favorite travel experiences, but deleted it as I just don't those details online! It involved a guy at the Rio sauna who showed me what passion Brazilian men bring to sex. The next day I hired him to my hotel, where we had another great time. I walked him to the lobby, where his girlfriend was waiting. He introduced me, then kissed me goodbye right there in the lobby in front of the gf. They then took off, presumably to spend my money.
I would have hired him every day that I was in Rio, but I never saw him again.

this is almost an identical set up for my funny gay travel story. Instead of him taking off his shoes and playing footsie, he reached into his book bag and pulled out a Mormon religion magazine and spent the entire flight trying to teach me about John smith and the Mormon faith. He was stunningly beautiful so I listened. It was lax to Las Vegas so it was only 50 minutes. I TOTALLY thought we’d end up fucking in Vegas the way we were checking each other out in the waiting area. Nope. He was just recruiting.

No sex was involved in this instance but kind of a funny gay travel story. Took a southwest flight from DTW to LAX and with typical southworst they didn't fly direct and had to connect in Nashville. Was a kind of cute guy around my age (would have been early 40s then) who got on the plane at Detroit and I had a lot earlier number than him and boarded and saw him waiting at the gate and he passed me and smiled and I think he knew I was checking him out. On the flight between Nashville and LAX he was on it and I had the aisle exit and no one had taken the window yet and he grabbed it and fortunately no one grabbed the middle seat. We were both smiling and sort of checking each other and I think we both had a little too much to drink and about an hour into the flight he takes his shoes off and stretches his feet out and starts playing footsies with me and I returned the favor and he reaches across the middle seat and starts touching my leg and i touched his hand and his and moves over to the middle seat and he reaches over and hugs me and and we held each other the remainder of the flight, I don't think the flight attendant was too amused and when we asked for another cocktail with the vouchers she said that was it and was concerned we had too much to drink. We exchanged numbers when we landed at LAX and I carried on and he checked his bag and when we got past security and I was heading to arrivals for my friend to pick me up and he was heading to baggage claim he hugged me and that was the end of it. We never contacted each other (he was from the vegas area and I would have if he would contacted him if he was in the detroit area).
 
Another time in Soho about five years ago in London on New years day I ended up going back to my hotel with a guy. I was in London for a long weekend for New Years and went to KO on new years eve and there was an asian guy I thought who was hot but he was with another guy who I assumed was his boyfriend. The next morning I went to Old Compton street and a lot of things were closed but it was a nice morning for January and was walking aroud the area and the guy was there also walking around. He came over and introduced himself and said the guy he was with was a good friend and he throught I was attractive but didn't want to be rude to his friend. We ended up having lunch together and going back to my hotel for some afternoon fun.
 
Now if you want some really funny stories start a thread about having sex on a college campus lol

That’s the Amsterdam I remember. Went through there at least 60 times from 1986 t0 1998. Always had a blast. Never paid for it then, always on the house!

I think this was a situation where you had to be there and able to judge not just his words but the way he comported himself and his body language. Were they warm and interactive or cold and detached. Could you hold his gaze into your eyes. Maybe the 3 gin and tonics helped lol. I liked the bio detail of training to be a MMA fighter (whatever that is).

You felt safer when he said he would just fuck you and leave? Maybe the unsaid part was "leave you dead!" If you were so unsure as to leave the bar, I don't know how his words were enough. But, I enjoyed your story!

Yourr experience would make a good script for a porn flic.

When I was 22, I was starting to try and find gay sexual adventures when traveling. I was naive and pretty scared but excited. This was my first trip without family and it was a great opportunity to be naughty and explore gay opportunities. Everything was so new to me. Somehow I found a club called Heaven in London. I looked much younger than my age and I was thin and shy. Somehow I met an older guy (early 40s?) who was from Spain. He was an art dealer who procured masterpieces for museums. He took me back to his room and sweet talked me into sucking his beautiful dick. It was the first uncut dick I ever put in my mouth. He was clearly in charge and I was enjoying the experience. Suddenly, he held my head down and shot into my mouth. I then went into the bathroom and spit out his cum which made him a bit upset. I had no idea why he would care if I spit or swallowed. Nevertheless, I loved feeling desired by a stranger. This encounter made me feel more mature, sophisticated, and worldly.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Inquiring minds want to know .......

I was a virgin at 22 and went on a straight cruise with a gay friend hoping for a love connection. It didn’t happen between us that trip (or ever). However, he did convince me that a slot machine attendant had been eyeing me all week, which I thought was some cruel joke. I didn’t believe it but I struck up a conversation with the attendant anyway.
 
Hours later he had me face down on my bed massaging my body. He said “I’m going to teach you something that you’ll share with every lover for the rest of your life.” And he did. And I have.
 
14 years have passed and I’ve used that trick on over 100 men.

Jonah was on the Adonis show. He was at my house. The big dick top came with the intention of plowing Jonah after the show but fell in lust with the nyc bottom that I met on seeking arrangement, who was also hanging out with us off camera. Big dick top couldn’t wait for Jonah and dove into the seeking boy (not realizing the seeking boy was being compensated).
 
They started on my dining room table while I was watching the Adonis show. They motioned me to join and I abandoned the Adonis show.
 
The three of us moved to the couch which was more comfortable, but I took, or was put into, a super clear 3rd wheel role. Jonah left his room for a piss break, saw us, and asked if he could quit Adonis in favor of action with us. I told him no, that he had committed to the viewers to be there, and that the show would be over soon.
 
At 1:15 when the show wrapped up, it was super clear to me that big dick top and nyc seeking bottom were way too hot for each other, so they went to the bedroom Jonah had been filming in and Jonah and I played in his bedroom.
 
I was really bummed that the seeking boy (whom I had met previously and had good chemistry with) abandoned me in favor of big dick top friend. I get it though that, sometimes, big dick top beats cash.
 
It made for a very awkward drop off at the train station the next morning when I explained that that was one of the oddest things to ever happen when I was paying. He apologized and I’ve made the decision not to see him again. Sometimes behind the magic isn’t always so magical. :/

It wasn’t too long ago that I was concerned about $50 too man, I get it and I remember it.

It wasn’t too long ago that I was concerned about $50 too man, I get it and I remember it.