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

[+ Axiom2001]

A few years back, I was hired by the State of Victoria (Melbourne, Australia) to teach in one of its public schools for two years.   After arriving there, I found myself stuck some miles away from Melbourne itself, and for five months I endured this situation and requested a transfer to Melbourne itself.  Wow!  My request was honored, and for the remaining 1.5 years, I lived in a toney section of the city in a one bedroom apartment that I furnished and boutiqued a slight bit.  

On many of my weekends, I found myself exploring the gay clubs: my favorite one had the best looking men, solid music (primarily disco then).  Many a night I'd meet a guy of interest and journey with him to his house or to his apartment.  One night while I was in this club, I met a gay couple: we conversed and spent some moments within the club itself before taking off to their place.

This couple was quite butch and "manly" and seemingly took an interest in me more than I to them, for one of the team was better looking than the other  They relayed to me that they only played together.  Well, on that night, that is what transpired.  Both satisfied me fully although one of these hunks provided the better "plowing the field" sector.  Weeks passed, and if my memory serves me correctly, I rang their number; one of the guys answered; we conversed for some minutes when he asked if I'd visit.  I leaped to this chance, for he was the guy who could "lay the pipe," and I do mean lay.  

I went to their apartment, chatted, had a very tasty meal, chatted some more, then it happened.  He and I began kissing which led to my yielding to his request and opening up to him.  ...spent the night and woke up about 7:00 A.M. and took a taxi back to my place to ready myself for school which began at 9:00 A.M.  At about 8:30 A.M., I boarded the public transit which was a mere block away and disembarked about 15 mins. before my first class.

All that day I was aglow and reflected upon what had happened the preceding day and night, for the partners had told me when I first visited them that they always played together.  Whenever I'd go back to the club where I had first met them, they were no where to be seen.  I often thought about them and wondered if they were still together but not interested in this club anymore.

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On Saturdays I would walk to the huge market that was a few blocks from my place and shop.  ...loved the scones that were offered by one of the vendors and a few other items.  Since I walked I could NOT do a lot of shopping, but the items that I would purchase would last me for a week or a wee bit longer, and would suffice.  On this one Saturday during a cold winter, I put on my blue overcoat, wore my "blue heels" for this was during the early 70s and went to the market.

While returning to my apartment, I chose to walk an expansive boulevard, and while I paced myself I had myriad thoughts to travel my brain.  After going about five or six blocks from the market, I glanced to my left and noticed a good-looking sports car that had a male driver.  I looked again and was overcome with anxiety.  The man was a gorgeous blonde hunk.  He drove slower than he should have and cruised me.  I was excited yet a wee bit frightened.  After I crossed the street to make it to my apartment, he turned into my street (a one way) and drove up Albion Way.  I made it to my apartment with a puzzled yet excited mind.

I decided to unload my bags.  Then I thought about Mr. Hunk who had intensely cruised me for some four or five blocks.  Inhibited me went down my three flight of stairs and out the door.  When I reached the sidewalk, I noticed that he'd parked his "beauty."  I walked to his car and apprised him of his driving up a one way street.  I think he asked if a certain party lived in the area.  After all of these past years, I do remember my panting heart, my nervousness, my surprise in having been so heavily cruised, and this fine assed, well-built Aussie football player and often think if I should have been the aggressor.

My Saturdays were usually spent at the clubs or perhaps at the baths, for I had a minuscule number of friends.  One night while at this particular baths, I decided to meander into the steam room.  Damn, I am glad that I'd make this move, for while I was there, I guess my ass was being analyzed, for this man grabbed me and began to plunder me.  He placed his very thick 23 or 24 cms deeply into me that it forced me to yell out my discomfort.  He slowly removed his beautiful "piece" and apologized.  Both of us made our way to one of the walls, introduced ourselves, and chatted.  After he told me that he was a "brother of the Catholic Church"--I furiously wanted him and extended an invitation to him to join me back at my place.  Much to my chagrin, he declined.  And til this day in the 21st century, I still remember this man and "his member" that had sent chills up my spine and "nice hurt" to my prostrate.  I remember that I'd wanted him in my own bed fucking me into oblivion.

During these years, I visited Sydney, my favorite city in Australia and one that is reminiscent of my favorite city, San Francisco.  On one of my sojourns, I visited an acquaintance.  ...can't remember if I stayed at his place for the weekend, but I keenly remember his taking me to dinner.  When we entered he chose to dine on the second floor and requesting a table by a window that overlooked the Main Street.  Fine with me.  I remember he ordered oysters for himself, for I do not care for this sea urchin.  Once dinner was over, we walked down a few stairs and out the door.  After reaching the air, he beckoned me over to the red British phone book that was directly in front of the restaurant that was situated on a corner.  Once inside he became the aggressor and began to kiss me deeply.  Damn, he knew how to "fire up the urges."  After all of this wonderful and mighty delightful "tongue play." he slid to his knees and gave me one sensational blow job that sent waves up and down my spine once I'd erupted and he'd consumed my "love juice" -- and we departed this small cubicle and went to a film or to a concert.

Before the weekend had concluded, I decided to hit the shops.  During the afternoon while I walked the streets and in and out of the primes shops, when I meandered by the passers-by. I intensely locked eyes with a youngish East Indian or some man of color.  That evening I went to the baths and walked its interior.  On my way into the steam room and much, much to my surprise was the young man with whom I'd locked eyes earlier during the day.  He invited me into the steam room and let me feast on his huge, uncut pole.  Damn, he knew how to maneuver, for he motioned in such a way that had him exploding all of his delicious "love juice" into my mouth and down my throat.  We both smiled and went on our merry ways.  I can still see him and feel the warm intensity that overcame both of us when we met again on the same day.

My three visits to Sydney were magnificent, for not only did I explore the gay neighborhood and meet a few of its denizens and play, I appreciated the cultural offerings and the "gay neighborhood."  I let myself do things that were new and refreshing: I took risks and accomplished what I intended by doing it: cruising and meeting and playing: one night I picked up a guy, went to his apartment and let him plow me while his lover slept in another room; another time I cruised the gay neighborhood on foot and found myself in a room with a handsome hunk who I'd followed by foot to his place.  After he'd parked his auto and opened his door, he went into a huge room, took off his clothes and offered me his flaccid member.  I couldn't get him hard, so I got up and left.  I keenly remember his being pissed that I failed to satisfy him.  When I left his place, I managed to find another guy to whose house I went.  We both smoked the most delicious pot that led us both in having some wild, wild, but very enjoyable sex.  I stayed overnight, woke up and had a delightful breakfast with him then went on my merry way.  On my last evening I went to a club that was rocking; I stayed until a few minutes of its closing.  ...met an East Indian fellow, danced with him, then walked with him to a  closed club that he supposedly owned and  gave myself to him.  He fucked me into oblivion while I was hunched over a bar stool.

...length, length, length...   I shall stop and fondly reflect back and reminisce.

 

Edited March 10 by Axiom2001

[uclablueyes]

On 3/10/2025 at 3:58 AM, Axiom2001 said:

A few years back, I was hired by the State of Victoria (Melbourne, Australia) to teach in one of its public schools for two years.   After arriving there, I found myself stuck some miles away from Melbourne itself, and for five months I endured this situation and requested a transfer to Melbourne itself.  Wow!  My request was honored, and for the remaining 1.5 years, I lived in a toney section of the city in a one bedroom apartment that I furnished and boutiqued a slight bit.  

On many of my weekends, I found myself exploring the gay clubs: my favorite one had the best looking men, solid music (primarily disco then).  Many a night I'd meet a guy of interest and journey with him to his house or to his apartment.  One night while I was in this club, I met a gay couple: we conversed and spent some moments within the club itself before taking off to their place.

This couple was quite butch and "manly" and seemingly took an interest in me more than I to them, for one of the team was better looking than the other  They relayed to me that they only played together.  Well, on that night, that is what transpired.  Both satisfied me fully although one of these hunks provided the better "plowing the field" sector.  Weeks passed, and if my memory serves me correctly, I rang their number; one of the guys answered; we conversed for some minutes when he asked if I'd visit.  I leaped to this chance, for he was the guy who could "lay the pipe," and I do mean lay.  

I went to their apartment, chatted, had a very tasty meal, chatted some more, then it happened.  He and I began kissing which led to my yielding to his request and opening up to him.  ...spent the night and woke up about 7:00 A.M. and took a taxi back to my place to ready myself for school which began at 9:00 A.M.  At about 8:30 A.M., I boarded the public transit which was a mere block away and disembarked about 15 mins. before my first class.

All that day I was aglow and reflected upon what had happened the preceding day and night, for the partners had told me when I first visited them that they always played together.  Whenever I'd go back to the club where I had first met them, they were no where to be seen.  I often thought about them and wondered if they were still together but not interested in this club anymore.

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On Saturdays I would walk to the huge market that was a few blocks from my place and shop.  ...loved the scones that were offered by one of the vendors and a few other items.  Since I walked I could NOT do a lot of shopping, but the items that I would purchase would last me for a week or a wee bit longer, and would suffice.  On this one Saturday during a cold winter, I put on my blue overcoat, wore my "blue heels" for this was during the early 70s and went to the market.

While returning to my apartment, I chose to walk an expansive boulevard, and while I paced myself I had myriad thoughts to travel my brain.  After going about five or six blocks from the market, I glanced to my left and noticed a good-looking sports car that had a male driver.  I looked again and was overcome with anxiety.  The man was a gorgeous blonde hunk.  He drove slower than he should have and cruised me.  I was excited yet a wee bit frightened.  After I crossed the street to make it to my apartment, he turned into my street (a one way) and drove up Albion Way.  I made it to my apartment with a puzzled yet excited mind.

I decided to unload my bags.  Then I thought about Mr. Hunk who had intensely cruised me for some four or five blocks.  Inhibited me went down my three flight of stairs and out the door.  When I reached the sidewalk, I noticed that he'd parked his "beauty."  I walked to his car and apprised him of his driving up a one way street.  I think he asked if a certain party lived in the area.  After all of these past years, I do remember my panting heart, my nervousness, my surprise in having been so heavily cruised, and this fine assed, well-built Aussie football player and often think if I should have been the aggressor.

My Saturdays were usually spent at the clubs or perhaps at the baths, for I had a minuscule number of friends.  One night while at this particular baths, I decided to meander into the steam room.  Damn, I am glad that I'd make this move, for while I was there, I guess my ass was being analyzed, for this man grabbed me and began to plunder me.  He placed his very thick 23 or 24 cms deeply into me that it forced me to yell out my discomfort.  He slowly removed his beautiful "piece" and apologized.  Both of us made our way to one of the walls, introduced ourselves, and chatted.  After he told me that he was a "brother of the Catholic Church"--I furiously wanted him and extended an invitation to him to join me back at my place.  Much to my chagrin, he declined.  And til this day in the 21st century, I still remember this man and "his member" that had sent chills up my spine and "nice hurt" to my prostrate.  I remember that I'd wanted him in my own bed fucking me into oblivion.

During these years, I visited Sydney, my favorite city in Australia and one that is reminiscent of my favorite city, San Francisco.  On one of my sojourns, I visited an acquaintance.  ...can't remember if I stayed at his place for the weekend, but I keenly remember his taking me to dinner.  When we entered he chose to dine on the second floor and requesting a table by a window that overlooked the Main Street.  Fine with me.  I remember he ordered oysters for himself, for I do not care for this sea urchin.  Once dinner was over, we walked down a few stairs and out the door.  After reaching the air, he beckoned me over to the red British phone book that was directly in front of the restaurant that was situated on a corner.  Once inside he became the aggressor and began to kiss me deeply.  Damn, he knew how to "fire up the urges."  After all of this wonderful and mighty delightful "tongue play." he slid to his knees and gave me one sensational blow job that sent waves up and down my spine once I'd erupted and he'd consumed my "love juice" -- and we departed this small cubicle and went to a film or to a concert.

Before the weekend had concluded, I decided to hit the shops.  During the afternoon while I walked the streets and in and out of the primes shops, when I meandered by the passers-by. I intensely locked eyes with a youngish East Indian or some man of color.  That evening I went to the baths and walked its interior.  On my way into the steam room and much, much to my surprise was the young man with whom I'd locked eyes earlier during the day.  He invited me into the steam room and let me feast on his huge, uncut pole.  Damn, he knew how to maneuver, for he motioned in such a way that had him exploding all of his delicious "love juice" into my mouth and down my throat.  We both smiled and went on our merry ways.  I can still see him and feel the warm intensity that overcame both of us when we met again on the same day.

My three visits to Sydney were magnificent, for not only did I explore the gay neighborhood and meet a few of its denizens and play, I appreciated the cultural offerings and the "gay neighborhood."  I let myself do things that were new and refreshing: I took risks and accomplished what I intended by doing it: cruising and meeting and playing: one night I picked up a guy, went to his apartment and let him plow me while his lover slept in another room; another time I cruised the gay neighborhood on foot and found myself in a room with a handsome hunk who I'd followed by foot to his place.  After he'd parked his auto and opened his door, he went into a huge room, took off his clothes and offered me his flaccid member.  I couldn't get him hard, so I got up and left.  I keenly remember his being pissed that I failed to satisfy him.  When I left his place, I managed to find another guy to whose house I went.  We both smoked the most delicious pot that led us both in having some wild, wild, but very enjoyable sex.  I stayed overnight, woke up and had a delightful breakfast with him then went on my merry way.  On my last evening I went to a club that was rocking; I stayed until a few minutes of its closing.  ...met an East Indian fellow, danced with him, then walked with him to a  closed club that he supposedly owned and  gave myself to him.  He fucked me into oblivion while I was hunched over a bar stool.

...length, length, length...   I shall stop and fondly reflect back and reminisce.

 

Great memory! Love Aussies!

[uclablueyes]

Does anybody have any new stories to share? 

[Whippoorwill]

A few years ago my bf and I were traveling around Spain...a country of gorgeous hot men and an efficient, well-run railway system. The rail plan is a hub and spoke system, which means you end up going though Madrid more often than you might like. Or, when traveling in Andalusia as we were, all trains go though Cordoba. This back-tracking wastes some time, but if you're a T-room fan like I am, hanging around in train stations can be fun. I have a great many memories of T-room encounters in train stations around the world. On this occasion, we were going from Sevilla to Granada, with a change in Cordoba. Like much of the Spanish RR system, Sevilla Santa Justa station is a beautiful new station, with a comfortable concourse and, you guessed it, a fine, clean men's room. I left my partner reading in the concourse, while I went to "look around." The T-room was very busy, with the row of urinals constantly being occupied and reoccupied. When I got to the urinal and whipped it out, a comely young Spaniard slipped into the urinal next to me at the same instant. We took one look at each other, and got the game right away. In a move that would make a ballet dancer proud, he turned around and slipped into a stall with me in his wake, no one the wiser in this very busy place. I almost couldn't believe it as we were sucking and jerking each other off, with probably twenty or thirty guys just beyond the partition. The deed being done, he silently indicated he would like a tip. I shook my head no, left, and went back to the bf. We had another quarter-hour before our train departed, and I had some concern my fleeting encounter would follow me and demand payment. He didn't...I guessed right that he was an amateur enjoying himself, and that a few Euros would just be icing on the cake. Anyway, I am sure I was not his first or last blow job of the day in the T-room of the martyred Saint Justa. 

[CuriousByNature]

7 hours ago, Whippoorwill said:

When I got to the urinal and whipped it out, a comely young Spaniard slipped into the urinal next to me at the same instant. 

And here I thought your screen name was referencing a nocturnal bird...

[uclablueyes]

On 4/12/2025 at 11:53 PM, Whippoorwill said:

A few years ago my bf and I were traveling around Spain...a country of gorgeous hot men and an efficient, well-run railway system. The rail plan is a hub and spoke system, which means you end up going though Madrid more often than you might like. Or, when traveling in Andalusia as we were, all trains go though Cordoba. This back-tracking wastes some time, but if you're a T-room fan like I am, hanging around in train stations can be fun. I have a great many memories of T-room encounters in train stations around the world. On this occasion, we were going from Sevilla to Granada, with a change in Cordoba. Like much of the Spanish RR system, Sevilla Santa Justa station is a beautiful new station, with a comfortable concourse and, you guessed it, a fine, clean men's room. I left my partner reading in the concourse, while I went to "look around." The T-room was very busy, with the row of urinals constantly being occupied and reoccupied. When I got to the urinal and whipped it out, a comely young Spaniard slipped into the urinal next to me at the same instant. We took one look at each other, and got the game right away. In a move that would make a ballet dancer proud, he turned around and slipped into a stall with me in his wake, no one the wiser in this very busy place. I almost couldn't believe it as we were sucking and jerking each other off, with probably twenty or thirty guys just beyond the partition. The deed being done, he silently indicated he would like a tip. I shook my head no, left, and went back to the bf. We had another quarter-hour before our train departed, and I had some concern my fleeting encounter would follow me and demand payment. He didn't...I guessed right that he was an amateur enjoying himself, and that a few Euros would just be icing on the cake. Anyway, I am sure I was not his first or last blow job of the day in the T-room of the martyred Saint Justa. 

What a great story! Thanks for sharing 

[uclablueyes]

I just came back from Barcelona and I wanted to share my experience staying at an apartment I found with MisterBnB, which is AirBnB but with gay hosts. I decided to rent a room for a couple of nights in a place owned by a couple. The hosts J and X (using just their initials for privacy) practice nudism so I was made aware that they are always naked around the house which I said “no prob” and boy they didn’t lie. I came to the building and called their apartment and they opened the door completely butt naked. I was wondering what if a neighbor were to walk by but I don’t believe they care at all. I came in and they totally made me feel at ease. I went into my bedroom, unpacked and went to the shower to refresh after my plane ride. I cleaned well (and douched just in case -they even had one of those shower hose attachments so I assume one of them was a bottom or both versatile-). I left the bathroom with a towel and went to my room. I left the door opened and I layed naked in my bed and started reading a book. I saw one of them walked by and he peaked in and asked if I needed anything to relax and asked me if it was ok if they smoked some weed. I said not a problem, that I was just chilling trying to see if I could relax and get some sleep to beat the jet lag. He said that they were going to be in the living room smoking and they went into the living room and started smoking. I could hear them giggling. I went to get some water (butt naked myself too) and I saw them in the couch one of them giving head to the other. I stayed in the kitchen and I started getting hard. The one that was being pleased (X) saw me and smiled. He moved his boyfriend’s (J) body to the couch and spread his legs so I could see his shaved hole while he continued giving him head. X winked and I came over with my hard on. He said “taste it if you want, it’s pretty damn good” and I went down and started eating him out. I could hear J moan while still sucking X. Then X said “I’m sure if you fuck him you would have a really nice sleep”. He didn’t have to say more. I stood up and got my cock into J’s bare ass. Fuck it felt so good. I started to fuck him as X kept looking at me and smiling. I couldn’t hold it anymore and came like crazy inside of him. “See, now you can relax”. Man, that was good. I threw myself on an oversized leather chair to recover. X then  stood up and started fucking J using my cum as lube. That was so fucking hot. I was just laying in the chair and noticing how I was getting hard again. I never recover that quickly but that was making me so horny again. X noticed that and asked if I wanted to fuck J again. I said that I was wondering if I could be fucked instead. He dismounted J and came over, raised my legs and went down and started eating me out. Fuck that was hot. J came over and stood over me. I started sucking him while X was eating my ass. I was in heaven. J then grabbed my cock and he sat on it. And then I could feel X also grabbing my legs and entering me. Fuck. I was getting fucked while fucking. That was so fucking cool. I noticed they had experience with this posture as they knew how to do this and now I knew why they had such an oversized leather chair. Fuck, I said that I couldn’t hold it much longer and X started going faster and he started moaning as he started coming in my ass. I could feel my cock also about to burst. J pulled out and my cum went everywhere. We all layed there for a moment and X dismounted me and he went to get a towel. I went to the bathroom and took a shower because I was covered in cum and needed to left X’s babies go. I came out of the shower and they were back in the couch watching a movie. I excused myself to go to sleep. I passed out as soon as I hit the bed. Next morning I woke up and I left to pee and I could hear some noises. I saw that their bedroom door was opened and I could X sucking J this time. It was quite a view as X’s ass was open wide on the bed as he was on his fours.  They had a California King which is rare for Spain so something tells me they like to share that bed. J saw me and said “morning - breakfast is served”. Fuck that it was. I ate X out. Such a good ass. X looked at me and said “if you want to fuck it it’s all yours” and I stood up and started fucking him. I came inside him and collapsed on the bed. I had to go to some meeting so I excused myself and took a shower and went to my work meetings. The day went long and when I came back at night neither of them went home yet. I took a shower, douched and got ready for bed. They came around 1amish. I woke up and saw them passing by my room. X saw me I was awake and apologized for waking me up. He knew I had to leave the next morning and hated that he had woken me up. I said no worries. And he asked “are you comfortable here or want to come sleep with us?” Well, no need to ask twice. I went with them and we all went inside the bed. X left to go to the restroom and I could hear the shower running. I was making out with J when X came back. J then jumped and went to the restroom himself to clean out. Man, the night was wild. I have to confess that we partied a bit (which is something I don’t usually do) and we were fucking until Dawn came. I saw that the clock was nearing 7am and I had to excuse myself to get ready and leave as I had to go to the airport to catch my 10am flight. Man, it was so difficult to leave. A great experience all around. I’m a Misterbnb believer and cannot wait to go back to Barcelona.

[CuriousByNature]

1 hour ago, uclablueyes said:

I just came back from Barcelona and I wanted to share my experience staying at an apartment I found with MisterBnB, which is AirBnB but with gay hosts. I decided to rent a room for a couple of nights in a place owned by a couple. The hosts J and X (using just their initials for privacy) practice nudism so I was made aware that they are always naked around the house which I said “no prob” and boy they didn’t lie. I came to the building and called their apartment and they opened the door completely butt naked. I was wondering what if a neighbor were to walk by but I don’t believe they care at all. I came in and they totally made me feel at ease. I went into my bedroom, unpacked and went to the shower to refresh after my plane ride. I cleaned well (and douched just in case -they even had one of those shower hose attachments so I assume one of them was a bottom or both versatile-). I left the bathroom with a towel and went to my room. I left the door opened and I layed naked in my bed and started reading a book. I saw one of them walked by and he peaked in and asked if I needed anything to relax and asked me if it was ok if they smoked some weed. I said not a problem, that I was just chilling trying to see if I could relax and get some sleep to beat the jet lag. He said that they were going to be in the living room smoking and they went into the living room and started smoking. I could hear them giggling. I went to get some water (butt naked myself too) and I saw them in the couch one of them giving head to the other. I stayed in the kitchen and I started getting hard. The one that was being pleased (X) saw me and smiled. He moved his boyfriend’s (J) body to the couch and spread his legs so I could see his shaved hole while he continued giving him head. X winked and I came over with my hard on. He said “taste it if you want, it’s pretty damn good” and I went down and started eating him out. I could hear J moan while still sucking X. Then X said “I’m sure if you fuck him you would have a really nice sleep”. He didn’t have to say more. I stood up and got my cock into J’s bare ass. Fuck it felt so good. I started to fuck him as X kept looking at me and smiling. I couldn’t hold it anymore and came like crazy inside of him. “See, now you can relax”. Man, that was good. I threw myself on an oversized leather chair to recover. X then  stood up and started fucking J using my cum as lube. That was so fucking hot. I was just laying in the chair and noticing how I was getting hard again. I never recover that quickly but that was making me so horny again. X noticed that and asked if I wanted to fuck J again. I said that I was wondering if I could be fucked instead. He dismounted J and came over, raised my legs and went down and started eating me out. Fuck that was hot. J came over and stood over me. I started sucking him while X was eating my ass. I was in heaven. J then grabbed my cock and he sat on it. And then I could feel X also grabbing my legs and entering me. Fuck. I was getting fucked while fucking. That was so fucking cool. I noticed they had experience with this posture as they knew how to do this and now I knew why they had such an oversized leather chair. Fuck, I said that I couldn’t hold it much longer and X started going faster and he started moaning as he started coming in my ass. I could feel my cock also about to burst. J pulled out and my cum went everywhere. We all layed there for a moment and X dismounted me and he went to get a towel. I went to the bathroom and took a shower because I was covered in cum and needed to left X’s babies go. I came out of the shower and they were back in the couch watching a movie. I excused myself to go to sleep. I passed out as soon as I hit the bed. Next morning I woke up and I left to pee and I could hear some noises. I saw that their bedroom door was opened and I could X sucking J this time. It was quite a view as X’s ass was open wide on the bed as he was on his fours.  They had a California King which is rare for Spain so something tells me they like to share that bed. J saw me and said “morning - breakfast is served”. Fuck that it was. I ate X out. Such a good ass. X looked at me and said “if you want to fuck it it’s all yours” and I stood up and started fucking him. I came inside him and collapsed on the bed. I had to go to some meeting so I excused myself and took a shower and went to my work meetings. The day went long and when I came back at night neither of them went home yet. I took a shower, douched and got ready for bed. They came around 1amish. I woke up and saw them passing by my room. X saw me I was awake and apologized for waking me up. He knew I had to leave the next morning and hated that he had woken me up. I said no worries. And he asked “are you comfortable here or want to come sleep with us?” Well, no need to ask twice. I went with them and we all went inside the bed. X left to go to the restroom and I could hear the shower running. I was making out with J when X came back. J then jumped and went to the restroom himself to clean out. Man, the night was wild. I have to confess that we partied a bit (which is something I don’t usually do) and we were fucking until Dawn came. I saw that the clock was nearing 7am and I had to excuse myself to get ready and leave as I had to go to the airport to catch my 10am flight. Man, it was so difficult to leave. A great experience all around. I’m a Misterbnb believer and cannot wait to go back to Barcelona.

And here I am, satisfied when there's bottled water in the room's mini-fridge... lol

[MikeBiDude]

I travel frequently to Honolulu for some “work”, it’s work for a non-profit group with connections to the Mainland, I’m a liaison for the Mainland to Honolulu committees.

On a recent April trip, I went to my favorite Honolulu steak/seafood house. I travel alone on these trips, so usually find a spot at the bar where the full menu as well as pupus are on offer so depending on my appetite it’s a fun place to be. On arrival that evening, as I walked in a stunning young man just happened to greet me and say “hi, how are you this evening, have a great time”. He was leaving on his break, I thought it was nice of him to greet an arriving customer on his way out.

He looked like a Honolulu surfer type, full head of amazing longish wavy hair, blond/brunette, great smile, handsome, inch or two shorter than me, I was taken by his look…very much a type I’m attracted to, maybe 30 years old.

That evening when he returned from his break, turned out he was a bartender/back bar employee. I watched him behind the bar working, keeping in touch with me and indeed all the customers. Left that evening with a pleasant “have a nice evening” and not much more.

Fast forward, later that evening I was returning to my condo and saw him again, didn’t chat but thought to myself “coincidence” that I saw him again and left it at that. Later that night I opened up Grindr, and lo and behold there he was! I didn’t reach out, it was my last night, I had a very early flight the next morning. When I got home after much back/forth indecision in my mind, I sent him a message on Grindr, very easygoing message, basically telling him what I mention above, saw you, you seem interesting, maybe next time I’m in Honolulu I’ll reach out. He replied (to my surprise) “yes, reach out next time you’re in town”.

So last week I was back in Honolulu for 3 nights, I did send him a message saying I was in town, he wrote back “yes, let’s meet”. I went to his restaurant my first night in town - not really expecting to see him - but there he was. I was at a quiet spot at the end of the bar - at one point he walked by and I said “Hi, it’s me….” Lucky for me he was on his way for a break, so he spent some time with me. Turns out he from Columbia, with a bit of an accent, I threw out some of my limited Spanish and we laughed, and we chatted quite a bit that night off/on as he worked and was able. 

I went back to the restaurant the next couple nights, I enjoy the place and it’s super convenient to where I was staying. We chatted each night, made a couple of attempts via messaging to schedule a time to meet, I ultimately messaged him my phone number and within an hour he messaged me direct on my phone. Again, not able to really set anything up…my work meetings and his work schedule didn’t match.

We had some miscommunication about our mutual timing my last day there, my last dinner there I said how great it was to be chatting, he said he’d misunderstood my timing for that day and maybe my next visit we could work something out. Later that evening, he messaged me again saying “maybe if you’re staying up late tonight, after my shift?” I wrote back “sure I’ll wait up, let’s meet and relax after you’re off work”.

So around midnight he messaged me again saying “I’m free…”. I gave him my location and unit number, and minutes later we were sitting on my couch chatting and sharing things about our lives. He didn’t resisting my causal touching, my hand on his shoulder, around his shoulders, etc. as we conversed. At one point I suggested maybe he’d like a massage…told him I gave a good amateur massage “that often leads to more fun”. 😉 He thought that sounded like a good idea!

We went to the bedroom, and I gave him a 20-30 minute rubdown that ended up with both of us naked, cuddling, touching, light kissing, etc. We had a lot of “side” fun - and two simultaneous powerful eruptions. Much more cuddling, talking, enjoying each other’s company. A great initial visit.

He left after a few hours, with assurances that we would meet on my next trip. So, no full on sex…but an amazing experience and reinforcement to me that some younger guys are still into my late 60’s “Papa Hemingway” look!

Apologies if this was more about the lead up to meeting (I actually enjoy the lead up) rather than sexy details, but it was fun and I’m booking another trip first week of June! 

[Whippoorwill]

When in London, I try to take a day in the natural splendor of Kew Gardens, depending on the season and what's in bloom. It's an easy Tube ride from the City, and "a day in the country," the largest botanic garden in the world at some 350 acres. That's abut 40% the size of Central Park in NYC, but here every square inch is a carefully curated biome, either on the ground or in a series of glass houses, some dating back 250 years. And of course, such landscapes take a small army of gardeners to keep them pristine. On one visit some years ago, I saw a particularly hunky gardener, and he eyed me at about the same time. He had a handsome face, longish wavy dark hair under a wool flat cap, and a solid body, as one would expect from someone who does physical work all day. After he knew he had my eye, he slowly meandered off, trowel in hand, periodically checking to be sure that I was in tow. He made his way to one of the public cottages (T-rooms) in the gardens. I gave him a minute, to not seem too obvious, and followed after him. There he was, standing at the urinal, trowel in one hand and an enormous erection in the other. And happily no one else was there. I saddled up next to him at the urinal, and reached over for a feel. Soon I was down on my knees slurping up his gorgeous uncut member (another bonus of traveling in Britain). It didn't take long before I got to swallow his sweet load. He buttoned up, and walked out, still holding the trowel (he never put it down!) Not a word spoken. In subsequent visits to Kew, I have looked for him, but can't even find the cottage where we did the deed, so I live with my sweet memory. 

[m4same]

Thanks for keeping this thread going, guys.

[Steve_D]

Bump! Any more stories? 

[56harrisond]

@BenjaminNicholas

[+ BenjaminNicholas]

6 minutes ago, 56harrisond said:

@BenjaminNicholas

Holy shit man, I haven't even showered yet and here's a screenshot.

You work fast.  I admire that.

[Whippoorwill]

I grew up in the Cold War era, so Russian soldiers always held a kind of evil fascination…strong, powerful, butch…right in line with my S&M/leather fantasies. I saw my first Russian soldier when I was 20. I was driving into East Berlin through Checkpoint Charlie. We had to get out of my red Triumph sports car while a soldier went through the interior, the trunk, under the hood…even passing a mirror under the car to see if someone was hiding in the undercarriage. Why someone would be hiding to get into, not out of, East Berlin, of course made no sense at all. But then nothing about war makes sense, does it. While he was getting his jollies looking for spies, I saw his officer’s military hat just sitting on the counter in the Checkpoint. I could have easily grabbed it, and he’d never known until I was gone and in the Eastern Sector. What a fantasy…maybe I couldn’t actually trick with a Russian soldier, but my roommate and I could fuck wearing his hat, maybe even cum all over it. As an indication of what terrible judgement a 20-year old can have, for a moment I actually considered snatching it. Prisoner sex fantasies getting fucked by the guards are hot, but the probable reality of Soviet prison quickly disabused me from pinching the cap. So we drove off into the East, bare-headed. 
 

It would be another 20 years before I had an encounter with another Soviet soldier, when I spent a month on a project in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. This was the traditional land of the Uzbeks, a Turkic Central Asian Stan where the men were swarthy and their visages showed the signs that Marco Polo, Ghengis, and Tamerlane had all spilled their seed. But I digress…this is a Soviet soldier story. The Uzbek boy stories will wait until another day. 
 

This was during Perestroika, when Uzbekistan was a part of the Soviet Union, but as it turned out, not for long. It was also late spring, when it was already blisteringly hot. Most afternoons my coworkers and I would go to a large city park, with a fine tea house located within. I mean a real tea house, a beautiful tourquise domed structure where they served exotic pastries and excellent teas and coffees for just pennies. 
 

Nearby there was a rushing mountain stream, where a whole variety of people would recreate…Russian families, with grandfathers looking like they were pregnant with a cow…in their tiny “speedo-like bathing suits; high school youth, fresh from the Young Pioneers Camp, oozing sex out of every pore; and Soviet soldiers from the local garrison in their unsexy boxers…until they emerged from the water leaving little to the imagination. Sitting under a sycamore tree taking in the sights became a lovely afternoon hobby.

But the real thing was close by…a smoking hot t-room. On my first visit to the park I discovered I wasn’t the only guy up for a blow and go, if not more. When you entered, the stalls were along the back wall, the sinks on the left wall, and the urinals on the right wall. No “splash guards” here…every cock in the row in full view and easy grabbing distance. And this t-room was always busy…not just a bunch of loitering queens too good to play. Eating cum out of uncut Uzbek and Russian cock became an obsession. 
 

And then one day, a door to the end stall opened, and there was a Soviet sergeant, in full uniform, rubbing his crotch. Khaki pants, shirt, and jacket; red and gold epaulets, emblazoned with the Soviet star; tall; and of course wearing the requisite hat I had once so lusted after. And as I went down on my knees, my eyes fixed on the red star on his brass belt buckle…I was about to get cock, not just any cock, but Soviet military cock. Boy would I have a story for the boys at the Eagle back home. 
 

Sarge played the part well…after a long slurping session, he turned me around, tore my pants down, and fucked me mercilessly. 
 

After I eventually caught my breath, I pulled up my pants, and staggered out if the stall, my gut happily filled with the seeds of another generation of Young Pioneers.  
 

I should have asked for his hat.

[Strosj7]

On 6/10/2025 at 5:55 PM, BenjaminNicholas said:

Holy shit man, I haven't even showered yet and here's a screenshot.

You work fast.  I admire that.

Where in the US were you?

[+ BenjaminNicholas]

24 minutes ago, Strosj7 said:

Where in the US were you?

California.

[Steve_D]

Bump this subject up -  surely we have more travel stories to hear about now 

[+ sniper]

On 6/10/2025 at 5:55 PM, BenjaminNicholas said:

Holy shit man, I haven't even showered yet and here's a screenshot.

You work fast.  I admire that.

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