True travel sex stories. Any you're willing to share?

[+ Trebor]

3 hours ago, m4same said:

I hope we can live out some great travel sex experiences and share them here.  I have high hopes for 2022.

Only in my dreams, unfortunately🥲

[m4same]

9 hours ago, Lucky said:

My really good sex stories are all historical.

Historic stories can be great.

[+ bashful]

On 9/9/2021 at 9:36 AM, Gadfly22 said:

 

As luck would have it there already is a discussion forum for this topic on............. this forum!

https://www.companyofmen.org/forum/84-the-americas/

Lots of stories / info about Brazil. I recommend @Tarte Gogo's thread about his exploits in Brazil from a few years back. Fun reading!

Yes, @Tarte Gogo ‘s thread was a good read.  Unfortunately it’s not available.  I found a reference, and link to it in a Lounge thread titled “Sexy Travel”, but when I clicked on the link, the response said it wasn’t available.  

[+ bashful]

5 minutes ago, bashful said:

Yes, @Tarte Gogo ‘s thread was a good read.  Unfortunately it’s not available.  I found a reference, and link to it in a Lounge thread titled “Sexy Travel”, but when I clicked on the link, the response said it wasn’t available.  

A copy and paste of the reference below since it’s too old to quote:

• • 1k

 

Posted December 16, 2017

  m4same said: 

What are the best travel destinations for hooking up? How about for a guy in his 50s?

If you aren't following @Tarte Gogo 's adventures in South America, you are missing a wealth of information. I have always wanted to go to Rio, but now I'm looking at the calendar and making serious plans! 

 

https://www.companyofmen.org/threads/tarte-is-going-to-south-america.130062/

Edited November 22, 2021 by bashful

[HotWhiteThirties]

One of the losses, I presume, of the new policy to discard threads with inactivity after a few years. Seems a loss in this case, I would love the opportunity to read those. 😢 

[MikeBiDude]

4 hours ago, HotWhiteThirties said:

One of the losses, I presume, of the new policy to discard threads with inactivity after a few years. Seems a loss in this case, I would love the opportunity to read those. 😢 

The threads are not discarded, they are simply locked to new replies. They can still be referenced to read.

[HotWhiteThirties]

4 hours ago, MikeBiDude said:

The threads are not discarded, they are simply locked to new replies. They can still be referenced to read.

Well, before making that post I clicked on the link in the prior post, and it said it could not be found. So...was a reasonable conclusion. I didn't attempt another search, however. 

[m4same]

On 11/5/2021 at 3:00 PM, Lucky said:

My really good sex stories are all historical.

 

On 11/5/2021 at 3:00 PM, Lucky said:

My really good sex stories are all historical.

and many of mine are hysterical.

[m4same]

15 hours ago, bashful said:

A copy and paste of the reference below since it’s too old to quote:

• • 1k

 

Posted December 16, 2017

  m4same said: 

What are the best travel destinations for hooking up? How about for a guy in his 50s?

If you aren't following @Tarte Gogo 's adventures in South America, you are missing a wealth of information. I have always wanted to go to Rio, but now I'm looking at the calendar and making serious plans! 

 

https://www.companyofmen.org/threads/tarte-is-going-to-south-america.130062/

I also tried clicking on the link and got nowhere. 

[MikeBiDude]

I click here and it opens:

http://www.companyofmen.org/topic/91922-tarte-is-going-to-south-america

and I get this:

[BabyBoomer]

10 minutes ago, MikeBiDude said:

I click here and it opens:

http://www.companyofmen.org/topic/91922-tarte-is-going-to-south-america

and I get this:

The entire thread was deleted (I believe the current term is hidden) by Guy Fawkes/Daddy. That's the reason it can't be viewed.

~Boomer~

 

[MikeBiDude]

7 minutes ago, BabyBoomer said:

The entire thread was deleted (I believe the current term is hidden) by Guy Fawkes/Daddy. That's the reason it can't be viewed.

~Boomer~

 

Haha! Yes that would explain it! Sorry my bad that’s why it still shows up for me as a moderator. Didn’t notice (as a matter of fact I can’t tell) it’s a deleted/hidden topic. That’s Probably due to the transition from the older forum software to the current.

Apologies!

[BabyBoomer]

15 minutes ago, MikeBiDude said:

That’s Probably due to the transition from the older forum software to the current.

Apologies!

No. Daddy/Guy Fawkes decided it was too explicit.

~Boomer~

[MikeBiDude]

7 minutes ago, BabyBoomer said:

No. Daddy/Guy Fawkes decided it was too explicit.

~Boomer~

I meant the reason I could not tell with my moderator privileges that it was deleted/hidden was the glitch. You did refresh my memory that Daddy had deleted it. 

[+ Tarte Gogo]

17 hours ago, bashful said:

Yes, @Tarte Gogo ‘s thread was a good read.  Unfortunately it’s not available.  I found a reference, and link to it in a Lounge thread titled “Sexy Travel”, but when I clicked on the link, the response said it wasn’t available.  

A copy of each of my daily reports can be found here. 
https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/31988-tarte-is-going-to-south-america/#comment-272990

[+ Tarte Gogo]

4 hours ago, HotWhiteThirties said:

Well, before making that post I clicked on the link in the prior post, and it said it could not be found. So...was a reasonable conclusion. I didn't attempt another search, however. 

@MikeBiDudeadding you to this too. 

That thread was deleted because it was too clearly “promoting prostitution”.

I was actively discussing sex for money and in a positive way. Daddy was worried in 2019 about new laws against promoting prostitution that had just been signed.

Edited November 23, 2021 by Tarte Gogo

[lonely_john]

It seems that the thread is in a Subforum accessible only to Moderators, that's why it was visible for them. But thank you @Tarte Gogofor the link to the other forum. I'm reading now and finding it very educational.

 

Edited November 23, 2021 by lonely_john

[+ Tygerscent]

 

 Fung Wa Bus, (5+ hour drive): I’d arrived early. First in line. It was winter and getting dark fast in China town.

 Got on the bus and sat in the isle seat putting my jacket in the window seat to dissuade anyone from taking it should the bus be otherwise unoccupied.

 I wanted some uninterrupted nap time~ 

 Just before pushing off, this disorganized early 20’s lad struggles onto the bus~ Too many bags and out of breath he stops at my seat~ He was wearing tan pants that hung around his slender legs. He was tall and his cuffs slagged over his shoe tops~ 

  “don’t say it… please, don’t say it”: was my silent thought~ 

 I pretended to be asleep but, he stood there until finally the words fell out of his mouth: “Can I sit here~?”~

 I peeked up, my sleepy blue eyes exchanging an annoyed glance into his brown impatient eyes~ His eyelashes were so long they touched the inside of his crooked wire frame glasses~ 

 “You have to take the window seat” I grumbled hoping he didn’t have a weak bladder~

 He reached over me and began cramming his bags into the foot well and under the seat ahead~

 His cap fell off of his curly hair and into my lap~ I looked up at him somewhat disgusted~ He grabbed the hat and then apologized~ I didn’t accept the apology and it was obvious~ wondering in disbelief: did he “really” just grab his hat from my lap~? Another single thought: “Boundaries”~

 Becoming confused with his many bags. 

 I interjected: “ why don’t we arrange your bags above where there’s space so that you have some legroom and we’re not stepping on your belongings”.

 I offered this not because I was trying to be nice but, rather I was slightly annoyed by the commotion and wanted to resume napping~ 

 So… “together” we sorted out what he needed near him on the trip and positioned the rest of his household in the overhead storage~

 The bus began shaking and the air brakes hissed as the bus door closed and we rolled away from the curb~ 

 Getting comfortable again, I decided the inner arm rest would be mine but, his constant fidgeting led to his elbow knocking into my funny bone… That’s never fun at the time~

  Refusing to relinquish my claim on the armrest, he nuzzled his arm against mine~  

 I was now offended as well as annoyed and briefly contemplated the worth of the $5 ticket~ Was this a bad choice~? His sprawling slender legs assured me of the accuracy of my fears~

  I spread my knees apart to designate the leg boundaries… The Cold War begins~ 

 Some miles into our journey, his arm awkwardly comes to rest along mine, as well his left leg against my right~ 

 It feels invasive and the gentle but, the constant pressure of his limbs on me takes on a new level of agitation as the bus makes its way thru the urban obstacle course of city street pot holes and sudden braking~

 This guy is obsessed with his bags… Endless searching results in a sack. He digs in, removing another. The Paper bag comes to settle on my leg as he clumsily pulls out some flaky, buttery scooby snack~ The oil stains in the paper make me think “Day old”… privately to myself: “please get this off my pants”.

 “That’s enough…”: echoes my inner but, thundering thoughts. I can’t endure this the length of the trip~ 

 He eats, tiny crumbs everywhere, repositioning his forearm against mine when finished~ 

  With the slightest pressure, I push into his forearm… It’s enough to be noticeable~ There is no response. I advance with more pressure… There is still no reaction~

 The tires roll, the engine hums, the bus bounces up and down~ The war is on and my thoughts drift back to territorial pissings on a school bus years ago~ “Let this not end with someone putting gum in someone’s hair”, I think as I apply even more pressure to his arm~

 My efforts seem futile. So, I begin to attack from the south~ I spread my legs to maintain my position there~ This forces him to adjust himself in the chair… his knee coming to rest under mine… but, in addition, his pinky falls onto mine~

“What’s this~???”  Eye lids shut, my inner consciousness is wide open and my new awareness burns thru the dark situation with X-ray vision~ Acutely, my focus becomes fixed not only on the shared pressure points but, his pinky~ 

 I peek ever so slightly and see his slender finger resting upon mine. Darker skin, pink border around the cuticle, neatly groomed nails… his personal hygiene is as well thought out as his take over of the seat he occupies and mine~ 

 Curiosity overcomes annoyance. It’s become a game of paper-scissors-rock~

 My turn again: I push my little finger under his just a wee tad~ Gees that engine sounds loud suddenly but, the thin sheets of silence between us unfold one by one~ Paper covers rock~ 

 The night has fallen and the game has changed but, uncertainty is in the air~

 One… two… three~ He moves slightly and in this opportunity, I remove my arm from the rest, my pinky is free and for a split second there seems to be a relief but, in our mutual regrouping, I drop my arm down and it comes to against his leg, my pinky resting on top of his thigh~ Unintentionally profound at the moment~ It’s a tie~ 

 Seconds roll by like boulders on the road… each time the bus hits one, there is the hand to leg reconnection~ His upper body leans into the window… The soft curls of his brown hair leave tracks in the condensation  of his breath against the pane and with a slight twist of his shoulder, his legs moves into me… My hand unmistakably open-palmed, comes to rest on his thigh~

  The hum of the engine and soft rocking of the bus disappears under my rapid heart beat~ It gives me a hard on~ 

 The flags have moved and the front lines along with them~ A scrummage has taken form~ 

 I advance my play… a single, gentle and nearly indistinct “petting” is returned by an equally gentle slide of his thigh under my fingertips~ A wetness forms in my briefs and I can feel it~ The liquid bollus collects into a tear that moves from behind my balls, up the length of my cock and ejects like a pellet thru the slit of my cherry head~ The movement of the bus amplifies it ten fold~ 

 In nearly slow motion, my fingers embrace the muscles in his thigh… it’s an easy but confident “hug”…  he lifts his leg into my advance~ 

 For whatever reason, I’m still clinging to the tactic of pretending to be asleep~ 

 Turning my head and peeking thru my eye lashes, I see the other patrons are sleeping, or perhaps pretending to be~ 

 With courage and a deep sigh, I shift myself… my hand becomes familiar with his inner thigh~ The tension in my pants is excruciating~ 

 In his “pretend” sleep, he extends his legs thru the crap he’s stored under the chair in front of him… we are back to pinky play and now there is the distinct roundness of his left nut under my finger tip… I’ve forgotten about gum and was thinking that this was not really like the school bus journeys of days gone by~ This continues on instead reminiscent of a miniature petting zoo where I start out with a baby piglet but, then ambitiously go on the hunt for a hungry giraffe~

   What progressed over the miles earlier seemed to now be navigated my the sway of the bus… my hand spread out like an octopus over the entirety of his crotch~ 

 Looking over toward him, those soft curls, long eyelashes… light brown skin, nostrils slightly flared… his lips were moist… they seemed barely to touch… I could see where he missed shaving~ 

 Wondering where the limit might be, my fingers instinctively navigated to the button fastening his pants~ 

 This motivated him to move completely~ The ball seemed to have been blocked from its goal and the game now over, but, he then reached down into one of the bags between his feet, rummaging around and finally pulling out a large coat, not for the winter chill but, the heat of the moment~

 Carefully, he wrapped himself in the coat, draping an open end over my leg and arm~

 Hidden under the muse of his creative mind, my hand traveled back across the hill of his thigh, along the inner curves of his leg, turning up the highway toward the highland where there seemed a park… opening the gate, I found a forest within.

 Aha~! I’d found the home of the giraffe~ 

 The petting zoo was open and I’d found a friend~ I entered… 

  His fur was wet and soft like a lamb… an innocent giraffe lamb~ “My” innocent giraffe lamb~

 The neck of the beast was long, slender… firm and it bent outward~

 So hungry it was that copious amounts of slippery dew spilt out lubricating my hand~ I could almost not help but to slide up and down his length~ 

 His plump veins pulsed under my fingertips… the velvet curves of his flesh helmet filled in the gaps between my fingers~ His heat radiated through my hand… The window was dripping with condensation~ 

 In an effort to be stealthy but, none the less full of intention, my fist throttled his caramel meat… Slow…. Steady… long stokes… his body involuntarily melting into my grip~ So wet… So warm~ 

The bus took a sudden turn off the highway…  I felt the beast thicken in my hand… looking over, the blue of my eyes spilt into the brown of his… our glances met and in single second, I felt the tip of his cock split open under my finger tips… a flood of semen cascaded into my hand~ I felt the fabric of his pants get wet~ 

 The moment over came me as did the tension under my buttoned pants… The bus hit a pot hole, my nipples brushed against my shirt… and holding the wetness of his cock, at that precise moment, I felt my face become flushed, my heart pound, my pupils dilate: Release~ 

 The light switched on in the bus:”We’ve reached the rest stop and food oasis. Please be back on the bus in fifteen minutes”~

 Our pants were visibly wet~ Stained~ The scent of semen in the air~ How could people not smell this I wondered~?

  “I think I will get a burger and use the bathroom”, he says in a shy but, friendly voice~ 

 “Yes… of course~ Me as well”~ 

 Jackets wrapped around our waists, we headed into the oasis~ 

 Quiet conversation followed later on the bus: He is a young professional, engaged to be married~ Intelligent and full of ambition, his experience in life is only beginning~ This was his first encounter with another man~

 We exchanged philosophy regarding human sexuality and private interests but no numbers~

 The bus finally stopped, the door released its hydraulic pressure in a single, explosive burst… “Pshhhhhhhht~!” He walked out of the open door and into open arms, glasses still crooked, long eyelashes sweeping the inside of the lenses~ This boy and his many bags~ A Beautiful boy~ A magical moment~ 

  I saved the five dollar ticket~

  
 

 
 
 
  

Edited November 23, 2021 by Tygerscent

[+ Tygerscent]

On 11/5/2021 at 10:19 PM, m4same said:

Historic stories can be great.

I love the hysterical ones the best~ Some part of sex is funny as well as fun~ 

[m4same]

On 11/22/2021 at 5:56 PM, MikeBiDude said:

I click here and it opens:

http://www.companyofmen.org/topic/91922-tarte-is-going-to-south-america

and I get this:

I get a message that I don't have permission to view it.

[mahamali]

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[marylander1940]

10 minutes ago, Luv2play said:

Not Polaroid. It wasn't an expensive camera but it took decent color pictures. I met a young blond lad and we hung out for several days. Looking at his pics now he would be called a twink but he was a great top in bed. I was 32 and he was about 21. Great stamina at that age.

we all have great sex stories from San Francisco, specially from the times before internet and iPhones when meeting someone required going to a specific place for cruising or simply walking around trying to make eye contact and see if there's chemistry. 

Do you realized that for him at 32 you were already a daddy?

[Luv2play]

2 hours ago, marylander1940 said:

we all have great sex stories from San Francisco, specially from the times before internet and iPhones when meeting someone required going to a specific place for cruising or simply walking around trying to make eye contact and see if there's chemistry. 

Do you realized that for him at 32 you were already a daddy?

Absolutely. But it didn't occur to me at the time. I met his gay uncle and we became penpals for over 5 years.

[+ WilliamM]

8 hours ago, marylander1940 said:

we all have great sex stories from San Francisco, specially from the times before internet and iPhones when meeting someone required going to a specific place for cruising or simply walking around trying to make eye contact and see if there's chemistry. 

Do you realized that for him at 32 you were already a daddy?

Not all of us, my friend. In July 1968, I spent 24 hours in San Francisco before flying from Oakland to South Vietnam.

[guy7777]

I went to Paris for the first time several years ago. On the third night of a seven night trip, I made a move on a very handsome bartender right before the bar closed. We fooled around for a while after he locked up it up. For the remainder of the time I was in Paris, I would go to the bar he worked at & fool around with him after he locked up the place.

One of the interesting things is that we never had a conversation. He did not speak a word of English & I did not practice any French before flying out. It was pure mutual attraction. On the last night I was there, I wanted to actually say bye to him in my bad French, but I caught a bad cold & flew out the following morning.