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

[+ glycine]

my first ever sexual interaction with a man !!

i was 16 and did my first ~eurotrip~ and I was like sitting near the train station in Lille, France and this guy randomly sits next to me, pulls out a photo of a man at a pride parade waving a rainbow flag and just said "you like?" - mind you i was still in the closet and like struggling w being gay a lot and depressed that i was about to leave europe and go back home to south carolina - so this was like literal divine intervention - so i said yes and he took me to this tiny patch of woods next to the train station. i sucked him off and he ate me ass, and then we walked off, he told me he was a DJ (lol), we kissed, and he walked away!

liiiike such a fun way to be introduced to dick ahahhaa. i always say i need to do a pilgrimage back to Lille one day and find that little wooded area next to the station again

[+ glennnnn]

On 12/11/2022 at 3:33 PM, Lucky said:

So when you approach an escort who says in his profile that he is into kissing, and tell him specifically that you are also interested in that, so you make the appointment only to find out that his idea of kissing is a lackluster dry kiss, you wonder why he didn't just say no to the appointment. This happened to a friend recently.

 

[m4same]

On 11/22/2021 at 7:07 PM, Tarte Gogo said:

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

Thank you for sharing this travelog.  I'm so glad you were candid.  I love your spirit.

[m4same]

On 11/23/2021 at 5:15 AM, Tygerscent said:

 

 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~

  
 

 
 
 
  

I enjoyed your story and your writing style. Thank you.

[+ Tygerscent]

2 hours ago, m4same said:

I enjoyed your story and your writing style. Thank you.

Thx… true story~ 

[m4same]

Last week, I went to Mexico with some friends I hadn't seen in a decade.  We went to an all-inclusive resort designed for families.  Not really my type of place but it was forced down time.  I went on Grindr and quickly got a message from someone who was very near.  He asked if I was single.  When I replied that I was, he asked if he could come to my room.  His profile had very little information, but I had some free time and thought the risk was low. He said he would arrive in 30 minutes so we have time to shower.  

At the door was a blond 23 year old German man. He was 6'2" with tight lean muscles. He entered the room and undressed.  He had a perfect body with a large dick he wanted me to suck. I complied. I then undressed as we moved to the bed.  My only complaint about his body is that his chest had stubble.  I don't love the way that looks or feels, but that is not a big deal.  Anyway, we sucked each other and then he asked if I would roll onto my stomach so he could rub his large, hard, uncut dick against my crack.  He asked if I had condoms.  I did not.  He did not bring any to my room. Anyway, he lay on top of me and rubbed against my butt, moaning softly. after a few minutes of this, he slid his dick into me.  I don't have much experience on bottom (of top for that matter, I'm mostly oral) but somehow this felt really good.  And thrilling. He built up some speed, surprising us both. He shot the biggest load all over my back, from butt to shoulder (and probably beyond.) It seemed like he was cumming for 5 minutes, intensely, forcefully, and nonstop. I could feel it and marveled as it hit my skin.

We then showered together.  He told me he was there with his boyfriend but they didn't like the family atmosphere.  They chose Mexico for the weather. His boyfriend is in his early 40s.  I'm in my early 60s.

The next time I used the app, I saw that he had deleted his profile. Now I'm enjoying the memory.  And sharing it with all of you.

[Ds35mm]

I have a Mexico story too. Went to an all inclusive resort. Went on Grindr and hooked up with an employee who was selling timeshare so ge had access to an empty room ! Sucked me off!! 

[m4same]

A couple days ago, when staying in Lauderdale, I was in a hot tub in the evening at a clothing-optional resort. There was a really nice guy who is handsome and friendly who complained about his tight muscles.  I offered him a massage.  I'm not formally trained but I read a book about how to massage and I have intuition and practice.  He asked if I was serious and I said sure.  He asked if there were any strings attached and I said no. I just liked his energy and wanted to make him feel better.  So he came to my room and I gave him a massage for about a half hour.  It was sexy but not sexual.  We had a great nonsexual connection with a little playful sexual tension. During the massage, he somehow found ways to touch me a lot. He thanked me and I returned to the hot tub.  

In the tub was a guy in his late 50s and he was clearly interested in another handsome guy.  While they were talking and flirting, the guy's 26 year old handsome husband entered the hot tub.  He had been flirting with me intensely (well, both of them were flirting with me) a couple days prior when they arrived.  They are into "daddies" big time.  He was over 6' tall, naturally smooth, and slender. Anyway, the young man complained about his back and I offered him a massage.  He immediately agreed and, when we got to my room, he said that anything that happens would be ok.  While giving him a massage, he got aroused quickly.  Along with the back, I played with his butt, feet, legs, arms, and lots more butt.  He rolled over and asked me to sit on his huge uncut dick.  I got some lube and got some of him in me before I shot all over his chest.  Huge quantity since it had been awhile for me.  He shot all over my backside.  We showered together and I asked him his size and he replied 9 1/2 inches.  I guess that may be true? Then we returned to the hot tub.

His husband was there and alone.  He asked me to give him a massage and I agreed. During this massage, I played with his butt and he beat off all over his torso.  

Sometimes we live out fantasies we didn't know we had.  There was no expectation that any of these massages would be sexual.  Sometimes things just happen when the chemistry and energy are right. I think I will learn more about massage and offer my services in the future, should the mood strike.

[lg10009]

Planning to take one month vacation and go to Dominican Republic or Costa Rica or Colombia. I want to meet local men, go to restaurants and bars. Anyone interested in joining?

[+ azdr0710]

2 minutes ago, lg10009 said:

Planning to take one month vacation and go to Dominican Republic or Costa Rica or Colombia. I want to meet local men, go to restaurants and bars. Anyone interested in joining?

There's a travel subforum here at COM that might get you more interest or advice. Thanks.  Welcome to the forum. 

Edited March 6, 2023 by azdr0710

[+ Axiom2001]

In

5 hours ago, azdr0710 said:

There's a travel subforum here at COM that might get you more interest or advice. Thanks.  Welcome to the forum. 

There is a load of information at gayguides in its forums for Latin America.  In order to write there, you have to be a member (free) and post a certain amount before writing.  You'll find specifics about the DR as well as Colombia.

[+ Tarte Gogo]

On 3/6/2023 at 10:33 AM, lg10009 said:

Planning to take one month vacation and go to Dominican Republic or Costa Rica or Colombia. I want to meet local men, go to restaurants and bars. Anyone interested in joining?

As axiom said, There is a lot more people who are discussing travelling abroad here:

https://www.gayguides.com/forums/forum/55-latin-america-men-and-destinations/

[m4same]

Any more hot stories? I once met a handsome, muscular guy from Austria at a nude beach in Greece.  He had a smooth body, a thick head of sandy brown hair, and a long, thick, uncut cock. We went back to his room and played, though we had no common language.  We didn't need to speak to have fun.

[+ Axiom2001]

On 2/1/2023 at 12:07 PM, Ds35mm said:

I have a Mexico story too. Went to an all inclusive resort. Went on Grindr and hooked up with an employee who was selling timeshare so ge had access to an empty room ! Sucked me off!! 

Your story needs more depth and specifics.   😃😄

[+ Axiom2001]

From time to time when I think about a country where I've traveled, invariably one or more of my prior experiences emerge.  Afterwards, I tend to render a huge smile.

In 2015 or 16, I went to Cuba and joined eleven others who comprised in my group.  Our guide (a woman) was simply, simply magnificent, and for the most part the eleven other travelers and I bonded: this trip I shall always remember,

The only downside of the trip was the limited time that our government allows one to spend while traveling to this island country that is only a mere seventy-five miles from the shores of Miami, Florida.

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Besides the cultural and historical components, I'd also wanted to seek out some of this island's handsome, hot and hung men.  One evening I rang an escort who had been introduced to me by word-of-mouth from the experiences that an acquaintance he'd previously undergone.

I rang a number and spoke with a man who had perfect (unaccented) English.  His last words were: "Hector would be at your hotel by 8:30 P.M."

 I became further encouraged and waited outside of the hotel for this man.  Lo and behold the taxi arrived, and out popped Hector and one of the guys who was a member of my small tour group.  Both approached me, but I ignored the Americano and immediately took to Hector.  

Although I spoke English, Hector spoke only a few words.  He and I hailed a taxi and went to his place, or to the lodging that he claimed as being his.  We arrived, ventured inside, and was met by a woman.  He introduced us then proceeded to lead me to the bedroom where I'd hope that  he'd "take me beyond oblivion."  

Well, this handsome chap and I rid ourselves of our clothes.  He motioned me to lie on his bed and turn onto my stomach so he "could jump my bones."  He put on one of the magnum condoms and did "the deed" oh so deeply and sexily.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom but was annoyed as well as upset: there were NO paper goods or towels whatsoever.  So I returned to his room, dressed, and paid him for the room, but when I continued to look where I'd stashed my money to pay him, there was none to be had.  I became frighted, for this was something that I'd never experienced.  My being in a foreign environment and not knowing where I was exactly....  

I told Hector that I did not have enough money to pay him but he could return to the hotel with me, and I'll do what was expected: pay him for services rendered.

Before we left the dwelling, the woman approached me and relayed that Hector would like to see me again.  Although I had a few days left, I told her that I'd be leaving tomorrow; thus I would be unable to meet again.  We bid each other farewell, and off were the two of us.  

Hector hailed one of the (I presume) free autos that already had folks in it.  I sat in the front seat afraid as hell and prayed that we'd get back to the hotel.  

After going for many blocks but a few short of my hotel, Hector asked the driver to let us out.  The driver complied, and Hector and I walked about an additional five or six blocks, but instead of our walking together, he decided to walk a slight distance away from me.  

Today, or right at the moment of my writing this, I just concluded why he did such.  

He was a handsome lad, and although I could have been mistaken as a native, I was much older, taller, and wider than he.  Apparently, a dead give away to folks who viewed our being together.

We arrived at the hotel, and while Hector stood on the patio, I went upstairs to obtain his fee.  When I returned I discreetly placed his fee into his hand, thanked him, and wished him the best.

When I returned to my hotel room, I was pissed, for to an extent, I had been had.  

And as far as the Americano who was a member of the group,  he and I spoke and slightly related  during the duration of this trip, but neither of us talked about Hector.

I returned to Cuba in 2018 intending to stay for two weeks;  unfortunately after day two, I had to abort my trip because my back had begun to give me problems after my having occupied a very hard seat on a "HOP on HOP off bus for far too long the preceding day.

To this day (03.27.23) I am still upset with myself, for I had rented an Airbnb apartment just for "playing" although I was initially staying in a casa particular (a lovely b n b lodging).

[m4same]

Was your money stolen from the room when you were in the bathroom?  Were you pickpocketed earlier? What is your suspicion? I've not been to Cuba yet.  Did you feel unsafe?

[+ Axiom2001]

Fifteen or so years ago, I joined a group of men from various sections of this country and ventured to Thailand, "The Land of Smiles."  We traveled (on this tour) that included lots of culture messed with many opportunities for one to explore the sexual attributes that lay in that land.  While in Bangkok, the group did lots of supreme cultural activities during the daylight hours, but when night fell, all sorts of things transpired which was a hell of a surprise to me.

One evening this "randy group" went to a club.  While  we were there, approximately five rather cute Asian guys of varying heights occupied the stage and danced.  At intermission, a few of them meandered throughout the group of us, but one in particular, a rather hunky and rather hung Korean cutie went from row to row inviting and encouraging the assembled to "taste" his thick, turgid cock.  I passed, for I thought about all of the germs that would intermingle.  Too bad for me because his "thang" looked oh so mighty appetizing.

Days later the group found itself up North in Chiang Mai; aside from the abundance of history and antique culture reigned some semblance of contemporary gay culture.

One evening our American guide from Los Angeles entertained us to dinner that was held outside of a spacious lodging.  The meal was quite sumptuous, but the "dessert" was a bevy of hot, hot, hot, hot men.

While we concluded our desserts; the "human just dessert appeared from afar and encircled our rather expansive table.  It was as if they came from out of space.  I became super-heated for some sex from one or more of them but finally settled on an extremely hot man, a model and somewhat known individual who'd made his mark doing (I can't remember.). But what still lingers in my mind is that I left the gathering and found myself riding behind him on his fancy motorcycle.

Once he and I had arrived at my lodging; we went into my room to play.  Unfortunately, and to my dismay, he was not to be as purported.  He failed to be interactive, and to this day I still keenly remember his constant verbalizing of: "I am not gay."  

He left me being quite disappointed and rather pissed, but to this day, I am glad that I went on this adventure and for the earlier part of that particular evening.

Thailand found me back on two other trips that I'll always cherish.

[+ Axiom2001]

On 3/28/2023 at 3:50 PM, m4same said:

Was your money stolen from the room when you were in the bathroom?  Were you pickpocketed earlier? What is your suspicion? I've not been to Cuba yet.  Did you feel unsafe?

To this day I think my money, or most of what I'd left inside of the room with Hector had been taken by him and did not desire to discuss the matter with him, for his facility of the English language and mine of Spanish was indeed quite limited.

Cuba is one of the safest countries in our hemisphere.  I felt safe at all times, and when I returned solo in 2018, I went everywhere.  On that trip I'd booked a casa particular (bread and breakfast type lodging) for sleeping and had an airbnb apartment rented for "playing."  

Unfortunately, I lost out on the latter. 

I do hope to return, for I desire to take my two week sojourn that I aborted in 2017 because of back problems.  On day 2 of my trip, I took one of those hop on/hop off buses; unfortunately, I remained seated on a very hard and uncomfortable seat for far too long.  The next day my back gave out which frightened the hell out of me, so I cancelled what was to come and returned back to California.  I lost a lot of $$$, for I did not have my trip insured.  I did have the required health insurance.

[+ Charlie]

When I was in my early 30s, I went to Paris to meet up with my American friend Robert, with whom I intended to travel to Cannes. He didn't know much about the gay scene in Paris, so one night I took him to a bar called Le Bronx. There I met a cute young man who invited me to come back to his place, so I decided to leave Robert at the bar and went home with young Bernard, whose home turned out to be a garret on the top floor of a 17th century building on the Seine with a view to the Ile St. Louis; it was like a scene out of La Boheme, and we had delightful romantic sex. Then I went back to our hotel and went to bed. A few hours later, Robert arrived back from Le Bronx; left alone there, he had discovered the dark back room, where he had engaged in a much less romantic scene. In the course of orgiastic group sex, someone had managed to slip his expensive watch off his arm, and when he happened to turn his back to me, I said, "Robert, the back of your pants look like they have been split with a knife"--apparently someone had fucked him without removing his pants! To the end of his life he would mention that experience to me with a nostalgic sigh for our wild youth.

[uclablueyes]

Transferred from a different forum:

A couple of years ago, during the ease of COVID, I had one of the hottest experiences I have ever had on a plane. I was traveling overseas to see the family and the planes those days traveling abroad were not very full so I had the window and two extra seats all by myself. The plan was a 747 with 3-4-3 configuration. When we boarded I saw a gorgeous man coming in that took the window seat just behind me. He also had three seats all for himself. He was built like a rugby player and wearing one of those gym pants that showed his round ass. You can totally see that he worked out that ass because it was very noticeable. He looked Mediterranean with darker features. It reminded me a bit of porn actor Arad Winwin. 

We took off and didn’t think any more about it. But a couple of hours in once they dim the cabin lights I stood up to brush my teeth after dinner and then I saw him and we exchanged a “look.” It was for a moment but my spidey senses were tingling and I knew that there was something there. I went to the restroom and when I came back he was standing on the aisle by his seat. He nodded to seat next to him. No words were uttered but I obliged and sat on the middle seat next to him. It was all so intense my heart was pounding. He then put the airplane blanket over his pants and guided my hand under the blanket. I can feel his manhood all hard. I started stroking it. He then nodded to go down and I went on my knees under the seats. It was tight as hell so a bit weird to be honest. He raised his legs and put his feet against the seat in front and remained covered by the blanket. Under the blanket he then lowered his pants and I could feel his dick and ass facing me. I have to confess that I didn’t care about the dick once I saw that ass in front of me. I went to town on that ass. I don’t think he was expecting that but I know he loved it as he started to move it up and down to let my tongue get it all in there. I was sucking on that hole like there was no tomorrow. It was smooth and kept opening and closing as if he was trying to stroke my tongue. It was a mix of pure raw passion and the thrill of being caught and try to be quiet at the same time not to be discovered. He stated stroking his cock under the blanket while I was giving him the rimming of his life. He came on the blanket and a little on my face. I quietly went back crawling on the floor and to the seat next to him. He then lowered his legs, put the blanket over my legs, lower my jeans and gave me a very needed HE. No words exchanged. After that I went back to my seat and slept like a baby. When we landed he gave me his card and I got to see him two days later in his hotel room. I was able to ride that sweet ass of him then but nothing was as hot as the moment we had on the plane. 

Edited July 3, 2023 by uclablueyes

[+ Yellowrod]

17 hours ago, uclablueyes said:

Transferred from a different forum:

A couple of years ago, during the ease of COVID, I had one of the hottest experiences I have ever had on a plane. I was traveling overseas to see the family and the planes those days traveling abroad were not very full so I had the window and two extra seats all by myself. The plan was a 747 with 3-4-3 configuration. When we boarded I saw a gorgeous man coming in that took the window seat just behind me. He also had three seats all for himself. He was built like a rugby player and wearing one of those gym pants that showed his round ass. You can totally see that he worked out that ass because it was very noticeable. He looked Mediterranean with darker features. It reminded me a bit of porn actor Arad Winwin. 

We took off and didn’t think any more about it. But a couple of hours in once they dim the cabin lights I stood up to brush my teeth after dinner and then I saw him and we exchanged a “look.” It was for a moment but my spidey senses were tingling and I knew that there was something there. I went to the restroom and when I came back he was standing on the aisle by his seat. He nodded to seat next to him. No words were uttered but I obliged and sat on the middle seat next to him. It was all so intense my heart was pounding. He then put the airplane blanket over his pants and guided my hand under the blanket. I can feel his manhood all hard. I started stroking it. He then nodded to go down and I went on my knees under the seats. It was tight as hell so a bit weird to be honest. He raised his legs and put his feet against the seat in front and remained covered by the blanket. Under the blanket he then lowered his pants and I could feel his dick and ass facing me. I have to confess that I didn’t care about the dick once I saw that ass in front of me. I went to town on that ass. I don’t think he was expecting that but I know he loved it as he started to move it up and down to let my tongue get it all in there. I was sucking on that hole like there was no tomorrow. It was smooth and kept opening and closing as if he was trying to stroke my tongue. It was a mix of pure raw passion and the thrill of being caught and try to be quiet at the same time not to be discovered. He stated stroking his cock under the blanket while I was giving him the rimming of his life. He came on the blanket and a little on my face. I quietly went back crawling on the floor and to the seat next to him. He then lowered his legs, put the blanket over my legs, lower my jeans and gave me a very needed HE. No words exchanged. After that I went back to my seat and slept like a baby. When we landed he gave me his card and I got to see him two days later in his hotel room. I was able to ride that sweet ass of him then but nothing was as hot as the moment we had on the plane. 

This sounds a lot like the opening scene to that French flick “Emmanuelle”!

[uclablueyes]

On 7/4/2023 at 3:49 AM, Yellowrod said:

This sounds a lot like the opening scene to that French flick “Emmanuelle”!

Never seen it but definitely going to check it out 

[Decatur Guy]

In the mid 1990s, I met a very hot Greek guy at a park in Athens. He had the classic look -- dark hair, closely shaved beard, very tan, tall and naturally muscular. He was a bit cheesy with gold chains, open shirt showing chest hair, tight jeans that showed a bulge, oiled hair, sunglasses, etc. But it worked. TOTALLY. We talked for a bit. He spoke little English but enough to get across he'd like to go to my hotel room.

Given his looks and demeanor, I thought for all the world I was going to be his cocksucker or at most, a bottom in a rough macho-fucker kind of session. I was even suspicious of a potential robbery. I couldn't have been more wrong. He was sincere, passionate, a great kisser and it turned out total bottom (or at least that day). I just never imagined someone with his looks and demeanor would bottom for someone like me -- a pale American (at least I was in good shape then) and several inches shorter and not muscular. Physically, it was a total mismatch. But he LOVED getting fucked that afternoon and was very cock hungry orally too. I seriously throat fucked him. Crazy.

Never had anything quite like that happen before or after where the expectations and assumptions were so off.

 

[m4same]

On 7/9/2023 at 8:48 PM, Decatur Guy said:

In the mid 1990s, I met a very hot Greek guy at a park in Athens. He had the classic look -- dark hair, closely shaved beard, very tan, tall and naturally muscular. He was a bit cheesy with gold chains, open shirt showing chest hair, tight jeans that showed a bulge, oiled hair, sunglasses, etc. But it worked. TOTALLY. We talked for a bit. He spoke little English but enough to get across he'd like to go to my hotel room.

Given his looks and demeanor, I thought for all the world I was going to be his cocksucker or at most, a bottom in a rough macho-fucker kind of session. I was even suspicious of a potential robbery. I couldn't have been more wrong. He was sincere, passionate, a great kisser and it turned out total bottom (or at least that day). I just never imagined someone with his looks and demeanor would bottom for someone like me -- a pale American (at least I was in good shape then) and several inches shorter and not muscular. Physically, it was a total mismatch. But he LOVED getting fucked that afternoon and was very cock hungry orally too. I seriously throat fucked him. Crazy.

Never had anything quite like that happen before or after where the expectations and assumptions were so off.

 

I love when chemistry is there and you we need to figure out what we want to do in the moment. 

[m4same]

On 7/8/2020 at 3:26 PM, CuriousByNature said:

That sounds like a very special trip. I would surprised if that could happen these days given the amount of monitoring on ships. Fraternizing with the crew or staff seems to be very strictly observed for the safety of both parties. It may even extend to onshore activities too - though I'm guessing on that one.

This was in 1982