Nakedinpa

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 

Reporting from Spain. What a treat! 
We met yesterday morning at 10am (I know it feels early but my provider told me it works to keep stamina going as you are fresh) and we finished past 10pm when everybody went home. 
Thank you all for your advice! I followed all the tips and it worked like a charm. 
It was a very intense yet amazing experience and I’m still thinking about it. Once the session was over I ate something as I hadn’t eating in two days (only liquid diet with protein), took a shower and went to bed and slept like a baby for 9 hours straight. I was beat. Walking up now in Madrid and my hole is still pulsating from yesterday’s marathon but so proud of him because he did work out like a good boy. 
The guys arrived at 10am and all looking great. My provider was not lying. They are all friends and have a great rapport. We started getting naked and moving into the bedroom. I booked an Airbnb with a Cal King bed. They are not normal in Spain so I looked and looked until I found a place that worked for the five of us. We started making out with my provider being the ring leader (he told me he will take charge for a great experience). 
My provider knows that I love rimming so he instructed the guys to all go on their fours on the bed so I had a view of all their asses and I could go around rimming each of them. The guys were all in the bed making out with each other as I was eating one ass after another. I took some poppers and a viagra (so I didn’t lose my erection) and I went to town. Then a couple of them moved and starting sucking each other and the others turned around and put their legs up in the air so I could rim them and suck them at the same time. They grabbed me and started sucking me while I had a guy seating on my face. Then I noticed they raised my legs and started rimming me. It’s amazing to be rimmed while rimming someone else. My provider instructed the guys to take turns so I had one rimming me, one sucking me and one of them sitting on my face so I could rim him. And then they keep switching. They keep putting their fingers inside of me and opening me up. They gave me some poppers and I could send my ass opening up as I was in heaven with the attention. Then my main provider put a pillow under my back and the guys started lining up and the fuckfest begun. One after another starting giving me their dicks while my main provider fed me some poppers and his own dick. I used the pig snout for poppers and no spills which was great. One after the other they kept drilling my hole and I loved it. Then after don’t know how long they turned me around with my legs spread over the bed, my dick hanging out and my ass propped up. And one after the other gave fucking me as I was stroking my dick. I was a dog in heat. I don’t know why but the moment one of them took their dick out my ass was pulsating asking for more. I didn’t want them to stop. My dick was hard from the viagra and my main provider asked if I wanted to do some train fucking. We moved around and I buried my cock in my main provider’s ass while I had one of the guys fucking me from behind. I asked the others if they wanted to join and they agreed and we did a five man train fuck. The room had a large mirror so seeing the reflection of the train fuck was amazing. I don’t know what time it was but time was going fast. We had some sodas and protein bars and continued as my main provider was so kind not to let the party die down. We tried so many posturers. I went on the top of the bed grabbing to the bed frame with guy after guy drilling me from behind. The guys stood on the bed one next to each other and I went sitting in one guy to the next to the next. At one point my body was on the floor with my back against the side of the bed, my legs up in the air open wide and the guys entering from above. The more cock I got the more I wanted. It was pretty intense. I loved when they took turns fucking me on my fours while I was eating a guy’s ass. And then they kept taking turns so another guy to rim and another fucking me. By the time it was the last hour I was in bliss and it was time for release (they had been holding really well - one came at one point but recovered shortly after but the others are pros at regulating) so they put me once again with my legs spread on my fours with my cock hanging and my ass propped up and one after the other went to town in my ass until they came. I had all loads in me and they kept fucking me. They tuned me around and they all started sucking me and stroking me and fingering me until I blew a huge load. Fuck. That was insane. The guys showered, we chatted for a bit and they all left and I was left all spent and happy in bed. I went took a shower, left my children out (haha), ate something and onto bed. I just woken up and I won’t lie if I’m not a bit tired or sore but all pretty good and the memories will last a long time. Thank you all for your advice and for your help prepping for this session. I know it was a splurge but Spain is the place to do it as in the US that would have cost me 3 times as much. But it was pretty amazing. 

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. 

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. 

https://www.gaydudesfucking.com/videos/52503/brockband-massage/
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.