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

[m4same]

8 hours ago, uclablueyes said:

Thanks! Need to keep on trying those misterbnb arrangements. Love the thrill 

Just curious if you are at UCLA or if you are uncut in LA?  Not that it matters but...?

[+ nycman]

21 minutes ago, m4same said:

Just curious if you are at UCLA or if you are uncut in LA?

Or both?

[Whippoorwill]

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

[uclablueyes]

On 6/30/2024 at 5:19 PM, m4same said:

Just curious if you are at UCLA or if you are uncut in LA?  Not that it matters but...?

I was at UCLA (and I’m cut) 🤪

[m4same]

2 hours ago, uclablueyes said:

I was at UCLA (and I’m cut) 🤪

Sorry to ask such a personal question.  But I was curious. 

[uclablueyes]

4 hours ago, m4same said:

Sorry to ask such a personal question.  But I was curious. 

All good. No secrets. I had the time of my life at UCLA. Tons of sex in the dorms (and in the rooftop of the Bradley Hall) so cannot complain 😬

Edited July 2, 2024 by uclablueyes

[uclablueyes]

On 7/1/2024 at 10:36 PM, Whippoorwill said:

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

Thanks for sharing. Hot

[luccaalpha]

Soo naughty boys 😂

[BananaBagel]

Some of you have to have stories from this summer by now. 

[m4same]

Anyone have a good travel sex story they would be willing to share? When I was in New Delhi a few years ago, I met a guy on a hookup app.  We planned to meet at my hotel.  He texted and asked if he could invite a third to join us.  I replied that it would be ok, though I knew nothing about the guy.  Near the time we were supposed to meet in the lobby, my contact said that due to traffic, he had to back out.  The third showed up, we figured out the connection, and we played.  I was just lucky that there was mutual attraction.  

[Whippoorwill]

Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I  talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth.

After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. 

This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity. 

[+ claym]

Thank you.  What a great writer and keen observer you are.  I greatly appreciate your suggestion that sexual expression can be more easily integrated without shame into life in another part of the world.  

Decades ago the chief Buddhist monk on the-then main street in Chiang Mai picked me up as I toured his temple.  The "affair" lasted several weeks, and our primary place to rendezvous was in his room at the temple.  At that time it was hard for me as a Westerner to understand his unconcern to be secretive particularly given his elevated position.  He invited me to his hometown for a festival and was proud to introduce me as his Western friend.  We stayed with his mother and made love in his room.  I don't recall there being a need to close a door or be hush hush.  He told me that a significant number of Buddhist monks are gay.

At that time tattoos were for me quite exotic, and I found those on the backs of Thai men to be very sexy and hot. Perhaps incorrectly I learned that such tattoos differentiated a man and suggested he was from neighboring Burma.  To this day I have a great desire to visit Myanmar.

Bike-driven cabbies tried mightily to take me to brothels for females.  I still remember how to say in Thai "I like men not women."  In one instance a driver parked his cab where other cabbies had come to rest for the night, and I fucked him right there.  

One difference between you and me is that I was relieved upon my return to the US to be once again be intimate with men with body hair.  I have since shed that preference.

Edited August 30, 2024 by claym
addition to narrative, grammar

[Colton]

On 6/26/2024 at 2:50 AM, uclablueyes said:

This time I picked a MisterBandB with a “shared space” configuration, meaning I would be sharing the bed with the host.

I never realized such a thing existed.  How much info / pics do you share with the host before the stay?

[uclablueyes]

17 hours ago, Colton said:

I never realized such a thing existed.  How much info / pics do you share with the host before the stay?

Not that much. You put your profile up and that’s the only photo you share (whatever you want to share). MisterBnB will certify your ID separately to make sure it matches your CC but the host doesn’t get to see it. I have only had fab experiences with it 

[Colton]

1 hour ago, uclablueyes said:

Not that much. You put your profile up and that’s the only photo you share (whatever you want to share). MisterBnB will certify your ID separately to make sure it matches your CC but the host doesn’t get to see it. I have only had fab experiences with it 

But aren’t you sharing a bed?

[uclablueyes]

7 hours ago, Colton said:

But aren’t you sharing a bed?

You are indeed. 
you see his profile on the app and he sees yours but the image you pic is whatever you choose but it needs to be PG 

[m4same]

On 8/29/2024 at 8:38 PM, Whippoorwill said:

Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I  talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth.

After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. 

This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity. 

Thanks for sharing your experience.  I have never experienced anything like that.

[m4same]

17 hours ago, uclablueyes said:

You are indeed. 
you see his profile on the app and he sees yours but the image you pic is whatever you choose but it needs to be PG 

I just assumed "shared space" meant you were in separate bedrooms in the host's home.  A shared bed is totally different.  Is the for real?

[uclablueyes]

On 9/1/2024 at 11:10 AM, m4same said:

I just assumed "shared space" meant you were in separate bedrooms in the host's home.  A shared bed is totally different.  Is the for real?

In some cases is sofa bed. But most is sharing the bed. Sample here: https://www.misterbandb.com/rooms/916176

[m4same]

On 9/3/2024 at 9:23 AM, uclablueyes said:

In some cases is sofa bed. But most is sharing the bed. Sample here: https://www.misterbandb.com/rooms/916176

How interesting. Now I want more travel stories shared here. I'm intrigued.

[Whippoorwill]

And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward. 

[uclablueyes]

8 hours ago, Whippoorwill said:

And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward. 

You still can approve who comes to your house based on their photos but true that one thing is their photos and another their personality. 

Some are being more overt than others because this guy is really advertising something else than just bed sharing: 

Nudist and sexy apartment in the gay and modern center of Madrid. - Gay accommodation to rent in Madrid

WWW.MISTERBANDB.COM

---

Gay apartment in Madrid, Spain starting at $23. Very cozy, sexy and comfortable. I am a nudist guy. Write me for more...

 

[Chris00656]

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess.

I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead.

During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience.

The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip.

It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic?

Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course.

It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed.

Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes.

Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day.

My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended.

Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way.

He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. 

I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again.

He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. 

He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London. 

 

[m4same]

On 9/10/2024 at 6:21 AM, Chris00656 said:

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess.

I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead.

During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience.

The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip.

It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic?

Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course.

It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed.

Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes.

Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day.

My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended.

Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way.

He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. 

I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again.

He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. 

He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London. 

 

Thanks for sharing.  Nice connection.

[uclablueyes]

On 9/10/2024 at 6:21 AM, Chris00656 said:

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess.

I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead.

During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience.

The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip.

It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic?

Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course.

It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed.

Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes.

Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day.

My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended.

Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way.

He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. 

I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again.

He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. 

He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London. 

 

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