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My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.
 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

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This man and his cute fuzzy butt can massage me any time.

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.
 

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.
 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess.

I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead.
During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience.
The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip.
It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic?
Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course.
It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed.
Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes.
Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day.
My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended.
Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way.
He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. 
I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again.
He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. 
He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London. 
 

Posted from another Thread as I wasn’t sure it would stay there long. 
it’s about a recent travel to Barcelona. 
 

MisterBandB (AirBnb for gay people) has been the experience I was waiting for. Man, what a treat. I was intrigued by the whole thing but the experience far surpassed my expectations. 
The first one I visited was in Barcelona. It was a tiny apartment on the top floor of an old building in El Raval neighborhood. When I got to the house the host opens the door in his gym shorts, no shirt. He’s this sexy Latino guy who exudes sex. He is charming, always smiling and really friendly. He takes me to my room. He shows me the house, the kitchen, his bedroom and the living room and he mentions that there’s a very hot Italian guy who’s staying in the sofa. 
I take a shower and freshen up. When I come out of the shower the host asks me if I want to come up to the roof as the view is amazing. I put my shorts on and go to the roof. Up there, he lits a joint and we enjoy the sunset. There’s this electric chemistry between us. I said that I’m tense after the flight and he asks what he could do to help. I tell him I might go on Grindr to find something to clear my head. He asks what I was looking for and I tell him Im versed but really looking to eat a nice ass that eve. I’m starting to get all hard and then his phone rings. A friend he was expecting is downstairs and he needs to go. I go down to the house and lay in bed. Ten minutes later he comes back and says that he needs to get ready to go out. He jumps on the shower and I go to the couch. When he comes out he’s on his towel and joins me in the couch. He says he had to come back to finish what he started. He kisses me and goes down and starts sucking me. Clothes fly away everywhere and we move to my bed. He goes on his fours and he tells me “Hope this will calm you down” and I go and starts eating his freshly showered ass. Fucking delicious. I’m so hard that I cannot hold it and start to fuck him. He moans and moans until I come inside him. I dismount him and I fall exhausted in bed. He says he needs to go as he left his friend at a bar and just wanted to come back to help me relax. I fall sleep like a baby. 
I wake up at 8a to a text from him. He is asking if I’m up and horny. He is with a couple of friends in his bedroom and feeling frisky. I leave my bedroom and open the door of his bedroom to the three of them butt naked and in the middle of an orgy. I go back to eating his ass. Then a hot young twinky blonde guy asks me to eat his and I oblige. I start fucking the blonde guy while my host blows a third guy. I guess we were making too much noise because the bedroom door opens and it’s the Italian guy who’s staying in the couch. Super hot hung guy. He comes in and our host starts to blow him. Not soon after the Italian guy starts fucking our host. Pretty awesome way to wake up. 
We all shower and I go out for breakfast. 
When I come back that evening I find my host walking butt naked through the house. I jump in the shower to freshen up. When I leave the shower the host is on his bed with his ass spread open. I go in, drop the towel and go back to eat that ass of his. He then turns me around and starts to poke his dick against my hole. He fucks me deep until he comes all over my abs. 
He then showers and goes out. Then the Italian comes back and we talk for a little bit. He’s really sexy but I don’t make a move. Not sure if I’m his type. 
Next morning is my last morning and I jump in the shower. When I leave I’m in my towel and the Italian guy comes butt naked to my bedroom with sun tan lotion in his hand. He asks me if I could spread some in his back. I start doing it and as I go down I’m getting hard and so is him. He turns around and we start making out. I open my legs spread eagle and he starts fucking me like a bull. He is a verbal top and that really turns me on. He has endurance too so we fuck for a good 20 minutes. The host is still sleep and we are doing every position in the kamasutra. He comes all over me. We stay in bed for a minute and then he goes and jumps in the shower. 
I jump after him and say goodbye to him and also to my host that, by that time, has already left his bedroom. 
This was an incredible experience and one I’m eager to repeat. 
When i have I’ll share the one from Madrid which was equally as hot. 
Big fan of MisterBandB 

Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I  talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth.
After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. 
This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity. 

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.
 

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.
 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

I have been going to the same massage therapist every two weeks since 2006. 

My massage session usually lasts 90 minutes or more. Once in awhile my therapist says that he has to excuse himself in order to use the bathroom. The last two times this happened I suggested that he pee in my ass. He took me up on my offer. It was a very erotic experience for both of us. 

This is very different from a golden shower. Here he puts his penis in my ass hole so all his pee goes inside my ass. I don’t let it out until I get to a toilet.