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

[Michael PhD]

8 hours ago, m4same said:

This comment makes me glad I shared the story.

Don’t stop sharing. Great story. 

[Blk225]

Hey guys. this is one of my most passionate encounters ever. January 2023, I was staying on the Walt Disney world property and had sniffles on just to see what I might find. Man I couldn’t believe it. Hookups wanted everywhere. There was a 50 ish guys staying at Pop century and he was in his swimming trunks. White 6’2 and the most piercing blue eyes. When I tell you the encounter was hot. Now we actually had to use a bathroom stall, the bigger one all the way towards the back on the main lobby but it was discreet enough. We had mutual helping hand, he sucked me for a bit and then we frotted till cumming. He was sitting on the toilet and I was standing and thrusting on him. Our chests would meet and in between the flushing of toilets and such I would hear him moan softly as we are dry humping penis to penis and his hand alternating between the humps and jerking me. IT really picked up intensity towards the end but what was great about it was that since there was a lot of noise nobody could hear some of the little thuds that would happen from trying to pleasure each other. It was in one of those stalls that was big enough where you couldn't see peoples feet and such. I remember one moment I started rubbing the top of his head gently as we are thrusting away dry humping and kissing the side of his face. It really seemed that he needed that. I literally shot all over his abdomen, but he didn't cum. He had to clean up and get back to the pool.  It was really hot. He wanted to meet up again but he said he was with his adult daughter and I had to leave during the weekend so we couldn’t meet up. But man I’ll never forget that. 

[PittGuy]

2 hours ago, Michael PhD said:

Don’t stop sharing. Great story. 

Reminded me of some hot times at the Island House in KW…❤️

[m4same]

On 8/12/2025 at 9:58 AM, PittGuy said:

Reminded me of some hot times at the Island House in KW…❤️

I imagine any all-male clothing-optional resort would have the potential for some hot voyeurism and/or group scenes...A couple years ago, at the same resort, I saw my first DP.  All three were young and gorgeous.  The bottom had a big beefy ass, though he was young and thin. One latin top had a large dick and was fucking him over a railing.  A young, muscularl, very hung young guy watched standing next to me, and then walked over and added his dick to the ass.  It was amazing, but it didn't really work.  They couldn't get any sort of rhythm, and the first top gave up and left.  But for a moment there, it was pro-level sex.

[PittGuy]

On 8/15/2025 at 12:43 PM, m4same said:

I imagine any all-male clothing-optional resort would have the potential for some hot voyeurism and/or group scenes...A couple years ago, at the same resort, I saw my first DP.  All three were young and gorgeous.  The bottom had a big beefy ass, though he was young and thin. One latin top had a large dick and was fucking him over a railing.  A young, muscularl, very hung young guy watched standing next to me, and then walked over and added his dick to the ass.  It was amazing, but it didn't really work.  They couldn't get any sort of rhythm, and the first top gave up and left.  But for a moment there, it was pro-level sex.

Well, sometimes it’s hard to “seamlessly” recreate those scenes.  Reality sometimes takes over…😁

[m4same]

On 8/17/2025 at 5:45 PM, PittGuy said:

Well, sometimes it’s hard to “seamlessly” recreate those scenes.  Reality sometimes takes over…😁

True.  But when it happens unexpectedly, it's that much more thrilling.

[m4same]

I don't have any travel plans, but I'd love to hear your stories.  Anyone?

[Tigre_Bigotes]

In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.

I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.

A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.

He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.

When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.

Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.

I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.

He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.

The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.

Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

[m4same]

I'm planning on a Virgin cruise in Europe summer of 2026.  I hope I can add to my two cruise sex experiences. 

[Whippoorwill]

My first visit to the then-Soviet Union was during Perestroika, when the country was beginning to open up. I was on a month-long cultural exchange, and the first quick stop was one night in Moscow. I was bunking with a gay (platonic) friend from the U.S., and during our training had met several other gay guys in the group. Having grown up during the Cold War, I/we imagined all kinds of terrible things about the country, including a dangerous homophobia. (Even my mother had warned me about picking up tricks there!) Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Sheremetyevo Airport and up walks our tour manager Dimitri, who was blasting out gay vibes in all directions. Could this really be? (Indeed he was a screaming queen, and later followed me back to the States, but that is another story). We got signed into our hotel, giving up our passports, and several of us went to check out the Bolshoi Ballet. We were in luck...Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake was playing that night and there were tickets available. We got seats in one of the mid-level balconies, where the whole stage was in full view, if a bit far away. It was magnificent. During the intermission, we wandered to the lobby and were amazed to find not only a bar serving champagne and other alcoholic delights, but an elaborate dessert buffet laid out...and...all free (or I should say, included in the admission ticket price). I imbibed a couple of coupes of champagne and a sampling of beautiful petits fours. Before heading back to my seat, I thought it prudent to stop in the Gent's, and what a surprise awaited! There were all kinds of fun and games going on at the urinals. As a new face in town/American, a bevy of young gentlemen descended on me. I couldn't believe it, but even visions of my exile to Siberia didn't stop me from grabbing a luscious uncut cock in each hand as another guy went down on me. It was either so crowded in there, or straights were just obliviously going about their business, or this particular mens' room was the designated orgy zone, but no one batted an eye. Eventually two guys, a gay couple, invited be back to their dacha for the night. This was too much for even me...would I be murdered in bed, or arrested by the KGB, sent to Siberia, or kidnapped and never make it back to my hotel in time for the next day's flight to the provinces? In one of the few times I ever exhibited such good judgement, I declined, despite continuing advances. If it hadn't been during my first few hours in the country, I would have gone for it...the USSR turned out to be filled with gay guys ignoring their government just as much as we ignore ours when it comes to dick. But alas, it took a few days of getting the lay of the land, and confiding with Dimitri, to be my usual slut, there in the land of the hammer and sickle. 

[m4same]

15 minutes ago, Whippoorwill said:

My first visit to the then-Soviet Union was during Perestroika, when the country was beginning to open up. I was on a month-long cultural exchange, and the first quick stop was one night in Moscow. I was bunking with a gay (platonic) friend from the U.S., and during our training had met several other gay guys in the group. Having grown up during the Cold War, I/we imagined all kinds of terrible things about the country, including a dangerous homophobia. (Even my mother had warned me about picking up tricks there!) Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Sheremetyevo Airport and up walks our tour manager Dimitri, who was blasting out gay vibes in all directions. Could this really be? (Indeed he was a screaming queen, and later followed me back to the States, but that is another story). We got signed into our hotel, giving up our passports, and several of us went to check out the Bolshoi Ballet. We were in luck...Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake was playing that night and there were tickets available. We got seats in one of the mid-level balconies, where the whole stage was in full view, if a bit far away. It was magnificent. During the intermission, we wandered to the lobby and were amazed to find not only a bar serving champagne and other alcoholic delights, but an elaborate dessert buffet laid out...and...all free (or I should say, included in the admission ticket price). I imbibed a couple of coupes of champagne and a sampling of beautiful petits fours. Before heading back to my seat, I thought it prudent to stop in the Gent's, and what a surprise awaited! There were all kinds of fun and games going on at the urinals. As a new face in town/American, a bevy of young gentlemen descended on me. I couldn't believe it, but even visions of my exile to Siberia didn't stop me from grabbing a luscious uncut cock in each hand as another guy went down on me. It was either so crowded in there, or straights were just obliviously going about their business, or this particular mens' room was the designated orgy zone, but no one batted an eye. Eventually two guys, a gay couple, invited be back to their dacha for the night. This was too much for even me...would I be murdered in bed, or arrested by the KGB, sent to Siberia, or kidnapped and never make it back to my hotel in time for the next day's flight to the provinces? In one of the few times I ever exhibited such good judgement, I declined, despite continuing advances. If it hadn't been during my first few hours in the country, I would have gone for it...the USSR turned out to be filled with gay guys ignoring their government just as much as we ignore ours when it comes to dick. But alas, it took a few days of getting the lay of the land, and confiding with Dimitri, to be my usual slut, there in the land of the hammer and sickle. 

What an exciting story. The food and drink, ballet, and men's room uncut buffet. Wow. I'm curious about your age at the time?

[Whippoorwill]

42 +/-

[SometimesBi]

11 hours ago, Whippoorwill said:

We got signed into our hotel, giving up our passports,

Wait, what? Is that a Russia thing, giving up your passports? Or were you just putting them in the hotel safe? 

[mike carey]

11 minutes ago, SometimesBi said:

Wait, what? Is that a Russia thing, giving up your passports? Or were you just putting them in the hotel safe? 

It was a Soviet thing, not sure if it was legally mandated or just enforced by hotels, and may still be a Russian thing, but I don't plan on finding out any time soon. The Committee for State Security needed to review them overnight, after all.

[Whippoorwill]

On my first European trip, in 1964, almost all hotels, in all countries, kept your passport the first night. Always made me nervous.