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

[+ Lucky]

@CuriousByNature, if I may have a go at this...

I once was in London and staying at a decent hotel in Bayswater. One evening I was lying in bed and was about to fall asleep when I heard some moaning coming from the room next door to mine. Suddenly I heard their door open, so I looked out and saw a guy in a towel heading to the ice machine across from my room. I opened my door, which caused him to turn around. Suddenly his towel dropped and soon there was moaning coming from my room! And that, my friends, is the closest I have ever come to a travel sex story...

 

Work for you? As a playful edit?

[CuriousByNature]

@CuriousByNature, if I may have a go at this...

I once was in London and staying at a decent hotel in Bayswater. One evening I was lying in bed and was about to fall asleep when I heard some moaning coming from the room next door to mine. Suddenly I heard their door open, so I looked out and saw a guy in a towel heading to the ice machine across from my room. I opened my door, which caused him to turn around. Suddenly his towel dropped and soon there was moaning coming from my room! And that, my friends, is the closest I have ever come to a travel sex story...

 

Work for you? As a playful edit?

Hahaha... your imagination is way better than mine!

[m4same]

@CuriousByNature, if I may have a go at this...

I once was in London and staying at a decent hotel in Bayswater. One evening I was lying in bed and was about to fall asleep when I heard some moaning coming from the room next door to mine. Suddenly I heard their door open, so I looked out and saw a guy in a towel heading to the ice machine across from my room. I opened my door, which caused him to turn around. Suddenly his towel dropped and soon there was moaning coming from my room! And that, my friends, is the closest I have ever come to a travel sex story...

 

Work for you? As a playful edit?

I like it. What did this guy look like?

[+ Lucky]

I like it. What did this guy look like?

Why don't you tell us?!

[GTMike]

I once was in London and staying at a decent hotel in Bayswater. One evening I was lying in bed and was about to fall asleep when I heard some moaning coming from the room next door to mine. Whoever was in there seemed to be enjoying themselves. And that, my friends, is the closest I have ever come to a travel sex story...

I concur. I have only had a similar experience traveling for work and although my boss at the time then, only would stay "at the best accomodations", somehow we ended up at a discount type motel. The walls were paper thin and i had the luxury of a couple (straight) making love most of the night but I actually was laughing the whole time because they treated ESPN SportsCenter recap highlights as pretty much hard core Porn. Loudly repeating the sportscaster's comments to up the intensity, hahaha.

Edited July 12, 2020 by GTMike

[KrisParr]

A business trip took me to the Hyatt on Gay Street (seriously) in Knoxville, TN. The Rooftop Bar wasn’t busy at all, so I mostly drank my supper with some snacks. The hunky good-old-Southern-boy bartender was cute as could be and we struck up a nice chat while watching a ballgame - this was some time ago. Anyhow, it was getting late, and I was getting more intoxicated. The bartender actually suggested I slow down a bit, and said he’d be ending his shift soon if I needed anything. Hint, hint. There was definitely some chemistry and vibes which was odd since I was old enough to be his father. Fast forward, he’s telling me goodbye and I told him I’d walk out with him. We got near the elevator and he pushes the up button. I smiled and said, huh? The door opens, we get on and he pushes the 4 button. How’d you know that? Dude, you signed the bar tab. So we made it to my room, played a little grab-ass and the rest is sort of a memorable blur. I do remember a lot of wrestling around on the bed and he woke me up when he was leaving. Had two more nights of fun and games with him before I had to go home. Nice memories. Oh yeah, I do tip very well.

[+ aeikaryoko]

A business trip took me to the Hyatt on Gay Street (seriously) in Knoxville, TN. The Rooftop Bar wasn’t busy at all, so I mostly drank my supper with some snacks. The hunky good-old-Southern-boy bartender was cute as could be and we struck up a nice chat while watching a ballgame - this was some time ago. Anyhow, it was getting late, and I was getting more intoxicated. The bartender actually suggested I slow down a bit, and said he’d be ending his shift soon if I needed anything. Hint, hint. There was definitely some chemistry and vibes which was odd since I was old enough to be his father. Fast forward, he’s telling me goodbye and I told him I’d walk out with him. We got near the elevator and he pushes the up button. I smiled and said, huh? The door opens, we get on and he pushes the 4 button. How’d you know that? Dude, you signed the bar tab. So we made it to my room, played a little grab-ass and the rest is sort of a memorable blur. I do remember a lot of wrestling around on the bed and he woke me up when he was leaving. Had two more nights of fun and games with him before I had to go home. Nice memories. Oh yeah, I do tip very well.

Was it just the tip? ?

[m4same]

Why don't you tell us?!

He was in his early 40s. He was about 6'2" with blond hair and a hairy chest, armpits, arms, and legs. The intensity of his blue eyes with long lashes was disarming, as he held his gaze for longer than one would have imagined.

[m4same]

Any other stories you guys are willing to share?

[tj_forplay]

It was about 7 or so years ago. My favorite cousin was giving her kid a party at water park hotel about 30 mins away. I drove out there, didn't book a room as I figured I wouldn't be staying the night since it wasn't too far to drive home. She had a hotel room booked where they prepared food, had cake & ice cream, the regular kid party stuff. I found a nice spot in the corner where I discreetly popped opened a4a hoping to find a guy near so I could make a pit stop on my way home. It just so happen at the hotel that weekend a ton of military guys where put up there before they went home. One of them sent me a "smile" and we started chatting. Both unlocked our pics, he invited me to his room. His roommate had left early as his wife had drove up to pick him up, so he had the room to himself. My predicament was figuring out how I gonna ditch my family to get up to his room.

 

The party started to head down to the water park. I thought here's my opportunity. I messaged him my plan. I stuck my phone in my pocket & followed them down. As we were about to enter the water park, I said I forgot my phone and was going back to the room for it, my aunt was still in the room, but I wasn't really going back there. I had to make a pit stop lol. As I'm walking back, I hear one of my other cousins say he was going to come with me. I pretended not to hear him, and started walking faster. As I got to the elevators I hit the button, sent him a message I'll be there in few minutes. but the elevator didn't come soon enough, so I ducked into the stairwell to dodge my cousin, i went up 5 flights to his level. Sent him another message that I was on his floor & he sent me his room number.

 

I got to his door, a little out of breath. Waited a moment to catch my breath before I knocked. He opened the door only wearing a jock strap ? he was slim muscular build, a couple tattoos. I remember him smelling really good too. He started pulling my clothes off. We started swapping BJ's, 69. Then he asked me to fuck him. I agreed.

 

He grabbed some lube out of his bag and lubed up my dick & his ass. I asked him what position he wanted to do, he said missionary, Which is one of my favorites, so I was game. He laid back, I helped lift his legs. Lined up my dick to enter him, looked him in the eyes and asked if he was ready, he nodded. He had nice deep blue eyes, you could just get lost in them. As I began to enter him, we continued to make eye contact. He let out a soft moan, I stopped and asked if he was ok, or wanted me to stop, he say to keep going. I continued to enter him, we broke eye contact. When I felt I was far enough in him, I asked him if he was still ok, he said he was. I began fuck him slowly at first, then faster, we kept making eye contact as I alternated between fast & slow hip thrusts. He was stroking his dick as I fucked him. As I got close, he wanted me to cum in him. We cummed at the same time, with dueling moans while making eye contact. I collapsed on his cum covered chest, my dick still inside him, spent.

 

We both caught our breath, I slipped my dick out of him. We cleaned ourselves up, his parents were on their way to pick him up. I had to get back down to the party. We both got dressed & said our exiting pleasantries. We both knew our paths wouldn't cross again, he lived a few hours away. I slid into the water park, they asked what took me so long, I told them I got lost & ended up in the wrong room tower. Enjoyed the rest of the party, but was hungry, I always get hungry after sex. I ate way too much of the leftover birthday cake. Drove home with a stomach ache.

 

Sorry for the long post.

[+ poolboy48220]

Sorry for the long post.

In this thread, I see a long post and think "Oh, this is going to be good".

 

This isn't a travel story, but the "ditching a family gathering to play" reminded me of my nephew's first communion. A guy picked me up at the bar the night before, he ended up ditching his friends, coming home with me, and spending the night. I had to drop him off at his house on the way to the nephew's communion. I felt very much like Brian from Queer As Folk that day.

[m4same]

It was about 7 or so years ago. My favorite cousin was giving her kid a party at water park hotel about 30 mins away. I drove out there, didn't book a room as I figured I wouldn't be staying the night since it wasn't too far to drive home. She had a hotel room booked where they prepared food, had cake & ice cream, the regular kid party stuff. I found a nice spot in the corner where I discreetly popped opened a4a hoping to find a guy near so I could make a pit stop on my way home. It just so happen at the hotel that weekend a ton of military guys where put up there before they went home. One of them sent me a "smile" and we started chatting. Both unlocked our pics, he invited me to his room. His roommate had left early as his wife had drove up to pick him up, so he had the room to himself. My predicament was figuring out how I gonna ditch my family to get up to his room.

 

The party started to head down to the water park. I thought here's my opportunity. I messaged him my plan. I stuck my phone in my pocket & followed them down. As we were about to enter the water park, I said I forgot my phone and was going back to the room for it, my aunt was still in the room, but I wasn't really going back there. I had to make a pit stop lol. As I'm walking back, I hear one of my other cousins say he was going to come with me. I pretended not to hear him, and started walking faster. As I got to the elevators I hit the button, sent him a message I'll be there in few minutes. but the elevator didn't come soon enough, so I ducked into the stairwell to dodge my cousin, i went up 5 flights to his level. Sent him another message that I was on his floor & he sent me his room number.

 

I got to his door, a little out of breath. Waited a moment to catch my breath before I knocked. He opened the door only wearing a jock strap ? he was slim muscular build, a couple tattoos. I remember him smelling really good too. He started pulling my clothes off. We started swapping BJ's, 69. Then he asked me to fuck him. I agreed.

 

He grabbed some lube out of his bag and lubed up my dick & his ass. I asked him what position he wanted to do, he said missionary, Which is one of my favorites, so I was game. He laid back, I helped lift his legs. Lined up my dick to enter him, looked him in the eyes and asked if he was ready, he nodded. He had nice deep blue eyes, you could just get lost in them. As I began to enter him, we continued to make eye contact. He let out a soft moan, I stopped and asked if he was ok, or wanted me to stop, he say to keep going. I continued to enter him, we broke eye contact. When I felt I was far enough in him, I asked him if he was still ok, he said he was. I began fuck him slowly at first, then faster, we kept making eye contact as I alternated between fast & slow hip thrusts. He was stroking his dick as I fucked him. As I got close, he wanted me to cum in him. We cummed at the same time, with dueling moans while making eye contact. I collapsed on his cum covered chest, my dick still inside him, spent.

 

We both caught our breath, I slipped my dick out of him. We cleaned ourselves up, his parents were on their way to pick him up. I had to get back down to the party. We both got dressed & said our exiting pleasantries. We both knew our paths wouldn't cross again, he lived a few hours away. I slid into the water park, they asked what took me so long, I told them I got lost & ended up in the wrong room tower. Enjoyed the rest of the party, but was hungry, I always get hungry after sex. I ate way too much of the leftover birthday cake. Drove home with a stomach ache.

 

Sorry for the long post.

Great story. Thank you for letting is relive this memory with you. You seem thoughtful. I like that in a man.

[Luv2play]

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

[m4same]

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

I was kind of hoping for a three-way with the two brothers...

[Luv2play]

T

I was kind of hoping for a three-way with the two brothers...

That was not in the cards. We were simply good friends and had no mutual attraction of a physical sort. We were all interested in guys many years our junior, although I was more than twenty years younger than the two brothers, who have sadly both passed away in the intervening years.

[+ poolboy48220]

I found myself in a weird situation on a trip with two male gay friends who were brothers a couple of decades ago. We took a side trip from Prague, where we had been for 5 days, to Warsaw for a weekend which we had planned before leaving home. When we arrived at the airport in Warsaw on the Saturday at around 11am, they would not let me pass immigration because I did not have the necessary visa. My two friends didn’t need one because they were Americans. I did because I was Canadian. When we had bought the airline tickets in Montreal at the airline office downtown, they had checked our three passports but assumed we were all Americans because mine was on the bottom and they all looked alike. So what to do? The flight back to Prague was late Sunday afternoon and there was no sooner flight. I was told I could stay in the customs control area of the airport and sleep on a bench. There were no restaurants in the restricted area. The closest city I could fly to was Paris because there were no flights to closer cities such as Berlin. So I bought a ticket and flew to Paris, a two hour flight but a different time zone. I arrived around 6pm and went to the Marais district, which I knew well. I looked into getting a hotel room but there were none available during this high tourist season in the three or four hotels I checked out. I gave up that idea and decided I would stay at a gay sauna for the night, but only check in after dinner and an evening at the bars, which were very active. At the back of my mind I was hoping I might meet someone to go home with but no such luck. So I ended up at the baths around 1am. After getting a room and checking out the place I discovered there were no hot guys at all, and it wasn’t very busy. The few who checked me out I wouldn’t go with if I was on a desert isle. So I tried to go to sleep but was awoken several times by someone trying to come in my room. After a fitful night of trying to sleep I decided to check out around 5am. The bus back to the airport was leaving around 8am so I had a few hours to kill. I just started off walking and found a bakery shop open with fresh croissants so had a couple for my breakfast. You.re probably asking yourself at this point, where’s the sex? So this is when it happened. Walking down a side street around 6:30 I saw a hunky guy walking in my direction. As our paths crossed we exchanged glances, which is all we needed to establish we were both horny. Without exchanging so much as a bonjour, we found a little alleyway just off the street and pulled down our flies. We gave each other blowjobs but I forget now who went first. His cum was delicious, just what I needed to complement the warm croissants in my belly. It was a very uneventful flight back to Warsaw where I met my friends to return to Prague.

On a work trip I had an early-early Sunday morning flight back, I debated being a good boy and getting to bed early Saturday and heading to the airport from the hotel, or slutting it up, checking out the bars Saturday night, and grabbing some sleep at the Watergarden in San Jose. I opted for the latter, like Luv2play I'd hoped to find someone to bring back to Watergarden but no such luck. I played at Watergarden for a bit that night, met up with a guy to go back to my room but I was running out of steam and we only fooled around for a bit before we both fell asleep.

[m4same]

T

 

That was not in the cards. We were simply good friends and had no mutual attraction of a physical sort. We were all interested in guys many years our junior, although I was more than twenty years younger than the two brothers, who have sadly both passed away in the intervening years.

sorry for your loss.

[Luv2play]

sorry for your loss.

Thanks for that. I had a blast knowing these two men for a period over 8 years until their passing. We travelled a fair bit together after I met them in 1998. We each had places in Montreal and Florida at the time which made it convenient to get together at various times of the year. We shared similar interests in Montreal strippers, escorts from all over, fine food and travel. Ill health finally overtook them both when they were in their mid to late 70’s. Which only reinforced my personal motto of carpe diem.

[The_Impeccable_G]

Just arrived at my hotel in Cape Town with a friend. A cute bellboy shows us to our rooms. Seconds later they started kissing at the door of my friends room. ?

[Caliboy95]

When I graduated high school, my parents surprised me with a trip to Europe. It was a tour that my French teacher had planned for her class. I begged my parents to let me go since some of my friends were also going. The trip took placed after graduation and I had just turned 18 at the time.

 

 

 

During one of the nights in France, the kid I was sharing the room with asked me if it was ok for me to sleep alone since he wanted to spent the night at his girlfriend’s room. I was ok with the idea and I promised to keep the secret from our teacher. After he left, I went on Grindr and I started chatting with a Spanish guy who wasn’t too far away from my hotel. It was very late at night when I invited the guy to come over to my room.

 

 

 

I met the guy near the entrance of the hotel and I told him we needed to be quiet when walking to my room since everyone in that hallway was part of my tour group. We made our way back to the room and my heart was racing because I didn’t want to be caught sneaking a person into my room. We made it safely to the room and he didn’t waste any time. We kissed right away, made out and play around a lot.

 

 

 

The guy was very handsome. Over 6ft tall, muscular, dark hair and semi smooth skin. He must have been in his mid or late 30s.

 

 

 

After we grew tired of playing in the small livingroom, he took me to the bed and I bottom for him. I remembered sweating and trying not to moan so no one in the other side of the wall could hear me. He finally came on my back. I was so happy to have him in my room. He asked me if he could take a shower before leaving and I agreed. We took a shower together and he went for round 2. He was more experienced at sex than I was, and it made me crazy how good it felt having his beautiful long and thick dick inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning this time. When he was finally done, he changed, kissed me goodnight and left my room. I checked the time and it was 4am. I was so exhausted from all the sex and went straight to sleep.

[+ Just Sayin]

I have been working on this off and on for a couple of weeks:

 

Warsaw, spring 2009. I am returning to Tucson tomorrow morning and dinner ends early; I have some time. Prior to my trip, I had researched places where gay men meet and discovered the FanTom Klub; it was within walking distance of my hotel.

 

The street numbers along ulica Bracka do not progress in order; I eventually find the doorway to the club and walk down the stairway; it is dimly lit, but when I enter, the men are friendly. After I take a brief tour, I decide to go to the hot tub; it is currently occupied by one guy, a young blond, handsome. I descend into the tub and after a few minutes, I feel the blond’s foot touching mine; fine, I can play footsie with him. When I respond in kind, he moves closer, and now our calves are rubbing up against one another; he then moves to my side, and the exploration of each other’s bodies begins. Eventually our lips meet and we start kissing.

 

He can speak some English, but my Polish is minimal; his name is Marcin; he tells me he has roommates but does not seem eager to return; he says he’d like to join me at my hotel. Do I want to do this? Should I do this? And what time do I meet the car to the airport tomorrow morning? Yet what did Tom Cruise say to the Princeton recruiter in “Risky Business”? “Sometimes you just gotta say, ‘What the fuck, make your move.’"

 

OK, Marcin, let’s get out of the hot tub and get dressed; we walk to my hotel and when we arrive, uninhibited joyful sex follows. After a shower together, we sleep intertwined, but my alarm interrupts after a few hours; I awaken him, ask him to get dressed and then take him to the hotel lobby where we say goodbye. When my flight ascends over Warsaw, I relax, close my eyes and grin; thanks for your guidance, Tom Cruise.

Edited August 20, 2020 by Just Sayin'

[m4same]

I love these stories

[+ Just Sayin]

I love these stories

 

me too; I have been going through my books and found collections of gay erotic short stories from the early 2000s; I have been reading them and thoroughly enjoying them, so I sort of had a frame of reference when I wrote about Warsaw

[Luv2play]

I have been working on this off and on for a couple of weeks:

 

Warsaw, spring 2009. I am returning to Tucson tomorrow morning and dinner ends early; I have some time. Prior to my trip, I had researched places where gay men meet and discovered the FanTom Klub; it was within walking distance of my hotel.

 

The street numbers along ulica Bracka do not progress in order; I eventually find the doorway to the club and walk down the stairway; it is dimly lit, but when I enter, the men are friendly. After I take a brief tour, I decide to go to the hot tub; it is currently occupied by one guy, a young blond, handsome. I descend into the tub and after a few minutes, I feel the blond’s foot touching mine; fine, I can play footsie with him. When I respond in kind, he moves closer, and now our calves are rubbing up against one another; he then moves to my side, and the exploration of each other’s bodies begins. Eventually our lips meet and we start kissing.

 

He can speak some English, but my Polish is minimal; his name is Marcin; he tells me he has roommates but does not seem eager to return; he says he’d like to join me at my hotel. Do I want to do this? Should I do this? And what time do I meet the car to the airport tomorrow morning? Yet what did Tom Cruise say to the Princeton recruiter in “Risky Business”? “Sometimes you just gotta say, ‘What the fuck, make your move.’"

 

OK, Marcin, let’s get out of the hot tub and get dressed; we walk to my hotel and when we arrive, uninhibited joyful sex follows. After a shower together, we sleep intertwined, but my alarm interrupts after a few hours; I awaken him, ask him to get dressed and then take him to the hotel lobby where we say goodbye. When my flight ascends over Warsaw, I relax, close my eyes and grin; thanks, Tom Cruise, for your guidance.

I have a similar tale which I dredged up from 1982 YIKES. Anyway, I was in Brussels for business and had only one overnight in a hotel, with two days of meetings. After the first day, I went cruising alone after dinner with my colleagues. I met this wonderful cute guy in a gay club and invited him back to my hotel. It was January and the weather was bitterly cold and snowy. Once back at the hotel we had some great sex and he turned out to be a flight attendant from SF., working on an American airline. We fell asleep in each other’s arms but this was about 4 o’clock and I had to be up at 7. So 3 hours later we got up and given the time no early morning romp, which I regretted but not the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed our tryst. THe day’s meetings were gruesome though as the room was stuffy and overheated and they were showing a power point type presentation in the semi-dark. It was all I could do to stay awake. I got absolutely nothing out of that day’s so-called work. But I’ll always remember that flight attendant (Except for his name).

[wklukas]

Paris....October, 2010....

dining at L’Atelier Renault along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.....

a gorgeous wannabe actor, working as a waiter served me their Coq Au Vin for my lunch....

I made some small talk with him.....joked about how good the Coq was.....he understood my “hints”......

same STUD served me his cock that very same nite in my suite at the Hotel Vernet.....

(on Rue Vernet just off the Place Charles de Gaulle (the Place de l'Étoile)....my Paris home away from home since......forever)

about 4 months later I was back in Paris.....the homme had moved on to elsewhere.