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A business trip took me to the Hyatt on Gay Street (seriously) in Knoxville, TN. The Rooftop Bar wasn’t busy at all, so I mostly drank my supper with some snacks. The hunky good-old-Southern-boy bartender was cute as could be and we struck up a nice chat while watching a ballgame - this was some time ago. Anyhow, it was getting late, and I was getting more intoxicated. The bartender actually suggested I slow down a bit, and said he’d be ending his shift soon if I needed anything. Hint, hint. There was definitely some chemistry and vibes which was odd since I was old enough to be his father. Fast forward, he’s telling me goodbye and I told him I’d walk out with him. We got near the elevator and he pushes the up button. I smiled and said, huh? The door opens, we get on and he pushes the 4 button. How’d you know that? Dude, you signed the bar tab. So we made it to my room, played a little grab-ass and the rest is sort of a memorable blur. I do remember a lot of wrestling around on the bed and he woke me up when he was leaving. Had two more nights of fun and games with him before I had to go home. Nice memories. Oh yeah, I do tip very well.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In 1990 five male friends and I vacationed in Waikiki for eight days. There were two couples, another single guy and me. Each couple had their own rooms while the other single guy and I shared a room. We did most activities together, but on the last night each couple wanted a private romantic evening. My single roomie and I grabbed some food and hit the bars (Hamburger Mary’s and Hula’s) one last time. We lost track of each other, but agreed that if we did, we’d just make our way back to the hotel separately.
 
On my way back to the hotel I encountered what could best be described as the poster boy for hot surfers while walking along Kalakaua Avenue. Shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, wearing thin nylon shorts (obviously without underwear) and a tank top. We started talking, told me he was from the North Shore and missed his bus. It was obvious we were eyeing each other up, so I asked if he wanted to return to my hotel with me.
 
As soon as we got on the elevator, we were all over each other, making out, groping (commando status confirmed), and grinding up against each other. Once in the room the clothes came off within seconds, we fell on the bed and started going at it. Without getting too graphic, we both were satisfied and spent after an hour of fun.
 
The dilemma was now that my surfer missed the last bus and was stuck on this side of the island until morning, so I had a cuddle buddy for the night. My single roomie arrived back to the room and found both of us spooning in my bed. Quick introductions were made and my roomie gave me a thumbs up as he was climbing into his bed.
 
Morning rolled around and we had an extra join us for breakfast. After breakfast, I walked him to the bus stop where he boarded the bus back to the North Shore. I never saw or spoke with him again, but it remains one of my fondest memories of an incredible vacation.
 
Needless to say, my friends interrogated me endlessly during the day and on the flights home. Even 30 years later, they still tease me about that night.

Wow. Those are some hot stories. I was on a cruise about 4 years ago with my fiancé at the time. I always have had an attraction to guys, but always have had to keep it discreet. One night we were out in the deck partying and dancing when I noticed the DJ was smiling and enjoying watching me dance. He was a very attractive Romanian. So I went up to request a song and as I was trying to tell him, he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to his ear so I could speak. That made me so hard and I know he noticed. Then he whispered back into my ear.. “ok sexy, but I wanna watch you dance this dance for me.” So I kept on dancing all night. My fiancé was tired and went to bed and I stayed out. After the party was over around 3 am the Dj and I spoke a little. And the flirtation was strong. He suggested I meet him on the third deck aft and directed me to a certain door and he would be waiting. When I went it was the housekeeping closet. He had make a makeshift bed out of towels and sheets and he started giving me the most amazing BJ. I returned the favor. Very nervous if I was doing it right because this was the first time I had experienced an uncut dick. We went on for a bit and then i topped him. I didn’t last long, but there again neither did he. We both came at the same time and smiled and gave one big kiss. I still say hi to him from time to time on facebook. And, yes, we are trying to plan a trip so our travel itineraries match once again.

My first trip to Europe was on Icelandic Airlines, because they had the cheapest fare: JFK to Luxembourg via Keflavik, for $270 roundtrip, an open-ended ticket good for six weeks. I arrived in Luxembourg City in early evening and checked into my hotel, then decided to go for a walk, because I was screwed up by jet lag and not ready to go to sleep. I had a map of the old town and was walking around, when I passed an attractive older man, who saw the map in my hand and asked if I needed help. I explained that I had just arrived, but the tourist sites had closed for the day, so I was just wandering around getting my bearings. He offered to show me around, and after some pleasant banter he led me under a dark bridge in a deserted area. I was young but far from innocent, and when he stopped and turned toward me, I was ready for the grope. The next thing I knew, we were on the ground behind bushes just off the walkway, with our pants partly pushed down, and grinding away. It was over in a few minutes; we pulled ourselves together, he gave me a quick handshake and pointed me the direction back to my hotel, and left me. I had been in Europe only a few hours, and already had my first sex there.
 
My last hours on that trip were very similar. I had decided to spend the last night of my six week tour of Europe in Reykjavik at the Hotel Loftleider, which was owned by the airline. As I waited in the lobby to be taken to the airport for the flight to NY, I made eye contact with an attractive young man in an airline uniform. He got up and headed for the stairs down to the basement, where the hotel restrooms were located. Naturally, I followed him down there, and we had quick sex in a men's room stall. I got back up to the lobby just in time to get the shuttle bus to the airport, for a relaxed flight back to America.

When I was 22, 3 generations of my family took a cruise. It was my first. I was naive and had a girlfriend at home and knew I was attracted to men but didn't identify as gay. The last night of the cruise, I talked to a handsome Swiss bartender who offered to advise me on places to visit in Europe. He had dark hair, green eyes, some body hair, and was in his early 30s. I was very thin with a large butt, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a shy demeanor. He asked me to meet him after work, which was around 4 am. When I got there, he gave me some suggestions for travel and then he used his key to open the locked kitchen door. He put a blanket on the floor and we had sex. It was my first time fucking and I was the bottom. We stayed in touch through mail for awhile. He was a very nice guy who made my first time a positive experience. When I came home, I began my journey of coming out. I think being away and being naive gave me the perceived freedom to have sex without having to take responsibility.

Fellas...let's talk about those massage sessions you've had at legitimate spas, whether it be at hotels, fine spas, etc. that turned into something you weren't expecting. The more details, the better. If you can even spare names of places and masseurs...i'd hope to check some out. I find it so much hotter when you experience something you weren't expecting at all.
 
I'll start - I was at a hotel in Guatemala City, I traveled there for a wedding a couple of years ago. The hotel had a decent size spa, but nothing extraordinary (primarily because it was a business traveler/convention type of hotel). The second day into the trip, I opted to get a massage at the spa. The lady at the front kindly informed me the only spot available was with a male therapist, I said no problem. The massage was great, the masseur was a cute, young skinny guy with a few arm tats. He started massaging my legs and it was turning me on pretty hard. I usually control myself at hotel spas but this guy was getting really close to sensitive areas. I was squirming a little and thought it was just common practice there. The massage ended and nothing happened...but i started to think, and it felt like we both seemed unsatisfied from the massage.
 
The next day I was down by the lobby and I was on grindr looking around. Funny enough, the closest guy to me shows a picture of a torso with the same arm tat as the masseur. I book it to the spa, and this time I ask for a massage with the same guy as last time. (they are about 30 dollars an hour in guatemala so it was cheap). He starts working on my back, I put my arms to the side of the table and hope he notices. A couple of minutes later, I feel his crotch on my elbow..look up and see him staring at me. He locked the door and it turned into one of the hottest massage experiences I ever had. He was clearly a trained therapist but was super kinky at the same time. We both left happy, then he told me he'd never done this before in the 5 years working there.
 
Share your stories

This is why I keep a condom hidden in a spare sock in my gym bag lol

I'll file this as "sort of unexpected after the first time"...
 
I got a recommendation from a fellow forum member on a guy who used to be at a local spa that caters mostly to guys and has a male massage team (located in one of the city's gay neighborhoods), but is a legit spa. My friend heard that masseur that he had some action with, but was likely a very YMMV situation, was somewhere out in the burbs now, so since I'm in the burbs, I decided to investigate. I found the masseur at a normal spa (hair, nails, etc) not too far off the path between home and work. Booked an appointment, and the first massage was a solid technical massage, with not even a hint of anything more. Although when I was saying good by, I glanced down and spotted a pretty decent bulge on the guy, and he may have noticed!
 
A month went by, and my shoulder/back were pretty sore and tight, so decided to go back in, expecting just a good massage. First half was pretty normal has he hit my back and legs, maybe a little more glute work that the first meeting. but as he started to work up to my shoulder again, his leg was definitely pressed against me arm, that was hanging to the side. As he sort of worked around the top of the table to my other shoulder, I felt him press against my other arm, and it definitely wasn't his leg I felt. I have to admit, I was excited, but also pretty nervous in the setting. My heart was pounding as it all sort of started to register.
 
He kept the (good) massage going working my shoulders and back, but now his hands were sliding under the draping to my ass cheeks frequently until his hands were sliding right into my crack and against my hole. As he was transitioning down to my legs, I felt him take the sheet from my feet and slide it down the length of me so i was totally undraping. The feeling of that sheet sliding down me was so hot. from there, he continued to do leg work, sliding up to my ass. At one point, he positioned one leg so the sole of my foot was against the opposite knee, sort of a 4 shape. from there, he had clear access to my balls and ass, even sliding under to my rock hard dick. He did that routine on both sides, really giving a full massage that had become extremely erotic. Just as I thought he was wrapping up my legs, I felt him bury his scruffy face between my cheeks. He rimmed me like a champ, and you can tell he loves doing it. Finally he said, "let's flip you over."
 
I did, naked and rock hard, obviously. He was too...at some point he had slid out of his clothes! Handsome, hairy guy...not a muscle bod by any stretch, more of an everyday build (but I dig the guy next door vibe more). From there, he massaged my legs a bit more, stroking my cock and eventually leaning over and sucking it. I eventually busted a huge load, and then reached over and stroked his dick until he shot a hot load, first clear across the table (and me), and the rest all over my chest.
 
I saw him a few more times before lockdown. He's left that spa, but my eyes are definitely open to see where he pops back up when we're all through this!

This happened to me twice with different masseurs. The first one, I call him Zan, I saw in the steam of a NY gym. My height, body of a gymnast, big arms, smooth skin and an impressive thick 8 incher and low hangers. He was being sucked by another guy, I stand by him and work on his nips and melon hard glutes. When one of my fingers approached his button hole he wriggled appreciatively. Soon thereafter there was an intense three way climax, with Zan depositing a big load on the other guy's mouth and I on Zan's glutes. I followed Zan when he left the gym, said hi and told him that I would like to see him again, he gave me his card and he turned out to be a masseur. I will call you I said.
The other advertised at the time as masseur. I'll call him Atlas. Impressive rock solid body, big muscles all over, amazing ass, good cock and big balls which I got to see when during the first massage he agreed to continue nude.
When I had my first massage with Zan and my second with Atlas, both new that I was hot for them. Yet, I had no expectations beyond a HE. Well, as the massages progressed, as my ass was rimmed when facing down, and my cock sucked when I turned around, I was babbling excitement. Both guys towards the end of the sessions kneeled between my legs to work on my chest, abs and below; expertly each one grabbed my then hard cock and sat on it letting a well pre lubricated hole take me in in one try. That was a first and totally unexpected. I felt like a horse being ridden and in both cases I exploded like a horse inside their fabulous asses. I gave very good tips of course and had several repeats thereafter. Zan does not publish and Atlas is no longer around.

Had a sports massage in Vegas a couple of years back. I kept my boxers on as I wasn’t expecting anything and prefer to do that when I get legit work done. The masseur draped me and gave a great massage. When I flipped over he continued and then moved onto inner thigh work getting pretty close, adjusting my boxer brief legs a bit but nothing out of the ordinary. A few final long leg strokes and he gently slid his hand up bumping into my balls. There was a brief period of nothing and then a hand came up onto my waist band, pulled down my boxers and he started blowing me until I came. As soon as I finished, he pulled the waist band up, pulled the drape sheet back over me and after a couple minutes more of calf work, it was over like nothing had ever happened.

My experience happened within the last year. The masseur knew I was a newbie to massages and man touch. He kept squeezing my ass. I raised my hips and sighed deeply after he did that a few times letting him know it was welcomed. The massage continued. I could feel his hard cock against my hand. I wasn’t sure how much I could do and was a little nervous. I then heard his shorts unzip and the sound of them being dropped on the floor. I was hoping more would happen then but he returned to massaging my legs and feet. In the middle of the massage he climbed on me and rubbed my shoulders as I pushed my ass back against him. I could feel his cock teasing my hole. Nothing more happened then. He jumped off. Told me to turn over. Once I turned over, he massaged my front. His hard dick was flopping in my face. I looked at him and opened my mouth. He nodded his head and placed it inside. During that time, he kept playing with my hole. I don’t think I was very good at sucking but then he pulled my head up on the table and let it hang off. He fucked my face deep but gently letting me take breaks here and there. He would kiss me often in between. I didn’t bottom the first time we met. But every time since then he has fucked me in every position you can imagine. This is after a full deep tissue massage. I can tell he wants to fuck me as soon as he starts touching me but the 60-90 minute massage where minimal play happens increases my excitement knowing at the end I will submit to him yet again.

Effin' love this ????????

There was a similar thread to this one before: https://m4m-forum.org/threads/mutual.148468/
 
My contribution to that thread was the following unexpected massage experience:
 
"This once happened to me too, and it was pretty surprising and serendipitous and hot.
 
A couple years ago, I was in Maui for work. I had an afternoon off one day, and thought I'd get a massage because I was super sore from work and travel and stress and all that. My hotel had a spa/massage service, so I booked a massage for my room, with the sole goal of relaxing. I didn't even specify if I wanted a male or female therapist -- just had them send over whoever was available on short notice.
 
I hear a knock, and open the door, and there's this attractive blond guy wearing a blue polo and white shorts -- probably 6'1, wiry like a bicyclist, mid to late 30s. I idly thought "he's kinda hot," but was distracted by how sore I was, so nothing more. He set up his table, I got undressed, lay down on my front, and he put a blanket over me and started massaging.
 
It's a really good and deep massage, especially on my neck and shoulders, and I start to relax. To stretch me out, he keeps having me rest my hands on his outer thigh while pushing on my shoulder, but this doesn't strike me as unusual, especially since I'm still covered in a blanket. And then, one time he switches my hand position from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, and I notice he actually has placed my hand on his bare skin, just underneath his shorts. I kinda start to wonder if there's something going on, but it's still tough to be sure. He then goes back to massaging my neck and shoulders, and then goes to my other side. This time, when he stretches out my arm, he places it pretty high in between his two (muscular) thighs, and squeezes them together, making sure my forearm rubs against his crotch. I involuntarily moan a little, and then he lets go, and this time, as he goes around the table near my legs, I hear the unmistakable noise of his clothes hitting the floor, and the rest is pretty much history.
 
The hottest part of it was how completely unexpected it was."

before The Peninsula Hotel Spa did its big renovation I had a very fit masseur go down on me. Then after that session, I walked into the steam room and who was there with his dick hanging out but Dave Matthews. Ha. He wasn’t cruising or anything ...just chilling and moaning to his friend about how hungover he was.
This was like in 2009. Have been back since a few times ...that masseur is long gone and everything is very by the book and professional now.

I have a guy at a totally legit high end spa that started sucking me off on my second visit. I continue to book him from time to time and it happens every time. We don’t talk about it at all, as if it is normally part of the massage lol. He is taking a huge risk obviously but I guess he trusts me.

For me as a gay man, I pretty much know at this point that I am never going to have kids. I hope to have a partner some day and may have nieces or nephews (though my sister is older in her 40s and doesn't have kids so probably not biologically). So I don't particularly have any reason to invest or save to give anything to the next generation. I also work in education and have been putting years onto a guaranteed pension.
 
So while I could save, invest and buy property, I don't really need to. I feel like I get a lot of happiness from traveling and meeting new people. Last year I went to the UK, experienced some amazing scenery and culture and met many handsome men along the way that showed me a good time. Only one of them did I actually hire. To me, the trip was worth every penny that I didn't put into a 401K.

You don't learn about the world while watching it on television. You travel and see it. Experience is everything.
 
It's possible to travel far and wide without spending a mint.
 
If traveling the world doesn't change you for the better, there's not a lot more I can say to that.

That’s so interesting to me. I’m also a millennial and every trip I’ve taken has changed some opinion or belief, or positively impacted how I live my life in a measurable way.

Babylon is one of my favorite places on earth. Men from all over the world gathered to have sex in an incredible facility!
 
I have stayed in their hotel once.
 
PROS:
If you like a guy in the sauna and want some privacy, you can take him back to your room fairly quickly.
Free sauna admission included in price of your room. You can come and go as often as you like.
Clean and safe.
 
CONS:
Dated. Feels like a youth hostel.
In the middle of nowhere. Fifteen minute motorbike taxi to restaurants and gay nightlife
 
I love Babylon so much, but still choose to stay close to the action rather than in their facility.
 
Follow their Facebook page to find out about their parties -- especially the Foam party!

Babylon is one of my favorite places on earth. Men from all over the world gathered to have sex in an incredible facility!
 
I have stayed in their hotel once.
 
PROS:
If you like a guy in the sauna and want some privacy, you can take him back to your room fairly quickly.
Free sauna admission included in price of your room. You can come and go as often as you like.
Clean and safe.
 
CONS:
Dated. Feels like a youth hostel.
In the middle of nowhere. Fifteen minute motorbike taxi to restaurants and gay nightlife
 
I love Babylon so much, but still choose to stay close to the action rather than in their facility.
 
Follow their Facebook page to find out about their parties -- especially the Foam party!

I'd be more interested in holding on to his 9 like a handle with him on his back-butt at the end of the bed-me standing over him knowing him biblically.
 
Gman

I wear my mask and limit my exposure, but I still see friends and go out in the world. However, I have acquaintances who only go to the grocery store at 7 am, and won't even meet for coffee. I truly wonder when they feel it will be "safe" enough to leave their homes.
 
What is your threshold these days?
 
I get massages and went to a Halloween party where we all had to get Covid tests...but I probably wouldn't go to Disneyland or a Korean spa.

I have done my best to respect the diverse opinions regarding COVID-19 over these past few months, however the ER nurse that posted this brilliantly sums up my train of thought :
 
Please just take politics out of it and read this with an open mind using common sense.
 
"Anyone out there who can tell me what our end game is with the covid 19?
 
What is the magic formula that is going to allow us to sound the all clear?
 
Is it zero cases?
 
The only way that will happen is if we just stop testing and stop reporting.
 
Is it a vaccine?
 
It took 25 years for a chicken pox vaccine to be developed.
The smallpox inoculation was discovered in 1796 the last known natural case was in 1977.
 
We have a flu vaccine that is only 40 to 60% effective and less than half of the US population choose to get one, and roughly 20,000 Americans will die of the flu or flu complications.
 
Oh, you'll mandate it, like other vaccines are mandated in order to attend school, travel to some foreign countries, etc.
 
We already have a growing number of anti vaxxers refusing proven, tested, well known vaccines that have been administered for decades but aren’t necessarily safe!
 
Do you really think people will flock to get a fast tracked, quickly tested vaccine, whose long term side effects and overall efficacy are anyone's best guess?
 
How long are we going to cancel and postpone and reconsider?
You aren't doing in person school until second quarter?
 
What if October's numbers are the same as August's?
 
You moved football to spring?
 
What if next March is worse than this one was?
 
When do we decide quality of life outweighs the risks?
 
I understand Covid can be deadly or very dangerous for SOME people, but so are strawberries and so is shellfish.
 
We take risks multiple times a day without a second thought.
We know driving a car can be dangerous, we don't leave it in the garage. Many speed and don't wear seat belts.
 
We know the dangers of smoking, drinking and eating fried foods, we do it anyway.
 
Is hugging Grandma really more dangerous than rush hour on the freeway?
 
Is going out with friends after work more risky than 4 day old gas station sushi?
 
Or operating a chainsaw?
 
When and how did we so quickly lose our free will and give up our liberty?
 
Is there a waiver somewhere I can sign that says, "I understand the risks, but I choose a life with Hugs and Smiles, and the State Fair and go to Church and go hug my Mom in her retirement home?
 
I understand that there is a minuscule possibility I could die, but I will most likely end up feeling like crap for a few days.
 
I understand I could possibly pass it to someone else, if I'm not careful, but I can pass any virus onto someone else.
 
I'm struggling to see where or how this ends.
 
We either get busy living or we get busy dying.
 
When God decides it's your time, you don't get any mulligans, so I guess I would rather spend my time enjoying it and living in the moment and not worrying about what ifs and maybes, and I bet I'm not the only one.

@dreamboy13 , loved your post! It sounds like a HOT experience. The thing I enjoyed the most was your writing style. The way you wrote it really sets the mood and makes the reader feel like we are there! You should check out www.literotica.com. It reminds me of things I read on there. Maybe write something for that site also. You have a great way of expressing yourself. Thanks for sharing your time in Thailand!