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

[Luv2play]

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.

Another example of Paris living up to its reputation “for lovers”.

[+ Charlie]

In August of 1968, I decided to spend a few days vacationing in Provincetown, on Cape Cod, at a gay guest house I had stayed at a few years earlier. On my last day there, another guest ® chatted me up. He said he was traveling with a friend (J), whose birthday it was, and he was trying to pull together a few of the guests to go to dinner to celebrate his friend's birthday; he invited me to join them. That evening eight of us from the guesthouse went to a local restaurant, and seated around a large table, I found myself next to the birthday boy. We started talking, and after a while I realized that no one else was speaking: they were all watching the two of us. We had become totally absorbed in our conversation. After dinner, we all went back to the guesthouse, and as probably everyone expected, J and I ended up in bed (our rooms turned out to be next to one another). Around 2am, I said to J, "You know, I think we are going to spend the rest of our lives together." We exchanged info and made arrangements to meet again in NYC the following weekend. The next morning J and R left to continue their travels around New England, and I went back home to Pennsylvania. The following weekend we did meet in NYC. By the end of the year, we had signed a lease on an apartment. And we have eaten dinner together on his birthday ever since.

[wklukas]

Another example of Paris living up to its reputation “for lovers”.

 

 

I had traveled into Paris directly after having spent 2 (long & lonely) weeks in Port Elizabeth, SA.....my company had a governmental project there that was finishing up & needed to be brought online.....I had been dropping in fairly regularly for a day or 2 while the project was being developed / constructed.....but after a 2 week stint of celibacy in the Eastern Cape, I hit Paris really horny.....I def would have hired pretty soon after arrival.....I simply found this waiter who served both food & his hot bod / hot self before I needed to arrange a hire.....

ciao....off soon for a long weekend in Ojai

[+ Just Sayin]

hey guys, these are priceless; thank you; any others?

[wklukas]

hey guys, these are priceless; thank you; any others?

 

One memory that always make me smile....a hiring situation where this stud was a def winner...

(just your average great looking, 6’4” / 230# / hairy / hung / 34 yr old top guy)

I’m booked into a high-end 5* NYC dive....

this guy suggests his own idea for a role play.....

he dressed in a full suit & tie, on arrival he knocked on my door saying that he was the hotel manager just checking if everything was alright & if there was anything I might need / want to make my hotel stay more pleasant.....

Reluctantly, I opened the door & let him in

(he playfully stayed in character for a couple minutes)

[+ poolboy48220]

Not MY travel, but a friend's travel story. When I was on the gay swim team we hosted a meet, swimmers from all over attended. I'd been flirting with a cute guy from Toronto; at the post meet dinner, someone started the "clinking glasses with silverware" they do at weddings, and we kissed each other. I lived about 40 miles away from the meet venue, and he was heading home the next morning, so it seemed like nothing more was happening. He'd driven to Michigan with another guy on his team, J; at the dinner J was lamenting that he'd met someone he wanted to spend the night with but couldn't make it out to his place. I convinced him to show me the slip of paper with his new friend's name/number, and as luck would have it he lived near me, about a mile away. My new friend followed me in their car back to my end of town, we dropped J off at his new friend's house, my new friend came back to my house, we had a very fun night, and he got up early, picked up J, and they headed back to Toronto. My teammates bugged me mercilessly to reveal who J's new friend was, but I keep secrets. :-)

[Luv2play]

Not MY travel, but a friend's travel story. When I was on the gay swim team we hosted a meet, swimmers from all over attended. I'd been flirting with a cute guy from Toronto; at the post meet dinner, someone started the "clinking glasses with silverware" they do at weddings, and we kissed each other. I lived about 40 miles away from the meet venue, and he was heading home the next morning, so it seemed like nothing more was happening. He'd driven to Michigan with another guy on his team, J; at the dinner J was lamenting that he'd met someone he wanted to spend the night with but couldn't make it out to his place. I convinced him to show me the slip of paper with his new friend's name/number, and as luck would have it he lived near me, about a mile away. My new friend followed me in their car back to my end of town, we dropped J off at his new friend's house, my new friend came back to my house, we had a very fun night, and he got up early, picked up J, and they headed back to Toronto. My teammates bugged me mercilessly to reveal who J's new friend was, but I keep secrets.

Reminds me of my gay swim team experiences. When I was in my 40’s I joined a gaymen’s swim team mainly for the exercise but also for the eye candy. Most members were at least 10 years younger than myself. I was in pretty decent shape and not that hard on the eyes but of course at that age 10 or 20 years makes a big difference to someone in theIr 20’s and 30’s. When we hosted out of town teams I would offer a bedroom at my house to billet out of towners. I always drew one of the plainest, and I am being charitable, swimmers to billet. After 3 or 4 times I gave up offering a place (call me shallow if you will). But I resented the fact that the team executives always selected the best lookers for their own billets. That’s when I learned something about self serving organizers.

[+ poolboy48220]

Reminds me of my gay swim team experiences. When I was in my 40’s I joined a gaymen’s swim team mainly for the exercise but also for the eye candy. Most members were at least 10 years younger than myself. I was in pretty decent shape and not that hard on the eyes but of course at that age 10 or 20 years makes a big difference to someone in theIr 20’s and 30’s. When we hosted out of town teams I would offer a bedroom at my house to billet out of towners. I always drew one of the plainest, and I am being charitable, swimmers to billet. After 3 or 4 times I gave up offering a place (call me shallow if you will). But I resented the fact that the team executives always selected the best lookers for their own billets. That’s when I learned something about self serving organizers.

Ha. You may've hosted me. I attended a meet in Montreal in the late 90's/early 2000's and one of the local swimmers hosted me. I ended up meeting a cute guy from the Montreal team who I spent most of that weekend with instead.

[+ Lucky]

Ha. You may've hosted me. I attended a meet in Montreal in the late 90's/early 2000's and one of the local swimmers hosted me. I ended up meeting a cute guy from the Montreal team who I spent most of that weekend with instead.

Couldn't have been you. He only hosted the plainest looking guys!

[marylander1940]

Reminds me of my gay swim team experiences. When I was in my 40’s I joined a gaymen’s swim team mainly for the exercise but also for the eye candy. Most members were at least 10 years younger than myself. I was in pretty decent shape and not that hard on the eyes but of course at that age 10 or 20 years makes a big difference to someone in theIr 20’s and 30’s. When we hosted out of town teams I would offer a bedroom at my house to billet out of towners. I always drew one of the plainest, and I am being charitable, swimmers to billet. After 3 or 4 times I gave up offering a place (call me shallow if you will). But I resented the fact that the team executives always selected the best lookers for their own billets. That’s when I learned something about self serving organizers.

 

If you can't beat them join them.

 

I wonder how those team executives looked and how much they got in exchange for offering a free place. I guess they had in mind Misterb&B/Gayb&b

 

one more thing, there's no such a thing as plainest looking swimmer! ?

[+ poolboy48220]

Couldn't have been you. He only hosted the plainest looking guys!

Aw, you're sweet. But you've never seen me... :-P

one more thing, there's no such a thing as plainest looking swimmer! ?

We don't all look great in our speedos.

[+ Charlie]

 

 

one more thing, there's no such a thing as plainest looking swimmer! ?

[marylander1940]

Aw, you're sweet. But you've never seen me...

 

We don't all look great in our speedos.

 

Agreed I noticed that visiting Rio de Janeiro!

 

 

 

but swimmers (as in guys who swim in a team and travel to swim) are more likely to have great bodies!

[+ poolboy48220]

We took a team picture in the pool once. One guy had me behind him on deck, surreptitiously pulling back on his waist so he looked skinnier.

[Luv2play]

Ha. You may've hosted me. I attended a meet in Montreal in the late 90's/early 2000's and one of the local swimmers hosted me. I ended up meeting a cute guy from the Montreal team who I spent most of that weekend with instead.

Wouldn’t that be something. But at that time I was living in Ottawa and I do remember that one of the “plain” looking Montreal team members was a billet of mine. Unfortunately, he had just joined the Montreal team to get in shape but had not yet achieved his goal. He was short and about 40 pounds overweight. Montreal had some great looking team members though, which made the meets fun to participate in. One of those hot ones eventually moved to Ottawa and I met him in a cruising park one night, which made up for the previous experience of the team meets.

[m4same]

In August of 1968, I decided to spend a few days vacationing in Provincetown, on Cape Cod, at a gay guest house I had stayed at a few years earlier. On my last day there, another guest ® chatted me up. He said he was traveling with a friend (J), whose birthday it was, and he was trying to pull together a few of the guests to go to dinner to celebrate his friend's birthday; he invited me to join them. That evening eight of us from the guesthouse went to a local restaurant, and seated around a large table, I found myself next to the birthday boy. We started talking, and after a while I realized that no one else was speaking: they were all watching the two of us. We had become totally absorbed in our conversation. After dinner, we all went back to the guesthouse, and as probably everyone expected, J and I ended up in bed (our rooms turned out to be next to one another). Around 2am, I said to J, "You know, I think we are going to spend the rest of our lives together." We exchanged info and made arrangements to meet again in NYC the following weekend. The next morning J and R left to continue their travels around New England, and I went back home to Pennsylvania. The following weekend we did meet in NYC. By the end of the year, we had signed a lease on an apartment. And we have eaten dinner together on his birthday ever since.

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In August of 1968, I decided to spend a few days vacationing in Provincetown, on Cape Cod, at a gay guest house I had stayed at a few years earlier. On my last day there, another guest ® chatted me up. He said he was traveling with a friend (J), whose birthday it was, and he was trying to pull together a few of the guests to go to dinner to celebrate his friend's birthday; he invited me to join them. That evening eight of us from the guesthouse went to a local restaurant, and seated around a large table, I found myself next to the birthday boy. We started talking, and after a while I realized that no one else was speaking: they were all watching the two of us. We had become totally absorbed in our conversation. After dinner, we all went back to the guesthouse, and as probably everyone expected, J and I ended up in bed (our rooms turned out to be next to one another). Around 2am, I said to J, "You know, I think we are going to spend the rest of our lives together." We exchanged info and made arrangements to meet again in NYC the following weekend. The next morning J and R left to continue their travels around New England, and I went back home to Pennsylvania. The following weekend we did meet in NYC. By the end of the year, we had signed a lease on an apartment. And we have eaten dinner together on his birthday ever since.

How romantic! Thanks for sharing this tale of hope and dreams.

[+ Coolwave35]

I was a virgin at 22 and went on a straight cruise with a gay friend hoping for a love connection. It didn’t happen between us that trip (or ever). However, he did convince me that a slot machine attendant had been eyeing me all week, which I thought was some cruel joke. I didn’t believe it but I struck up a conversation with the attendant anyway.

 

Hours later he had me face down on my bed massaging my body. He said “I’m going to teach you something that you’ll share with every lover for the rest of your life.” And he did. And I have.

 

14 years have passed and I’ve used that trick on over 100 men.

[cany10011]

I was a virgin at 22 and went on a straight cruise with a gay friend hoping for a love connection. It didn’t happen between us that trip (or ever). However, he did convince me that a slot machine attendant had been eyeing me all week, which I thought was some cruel joke. I didn’t believe it but I struck up a conversation with the attendant anyway.

 

Hours later he had me face down on my bed massaging my body. He said “I’m going to teach you something that you’ll share with every lover for the rest of your life.” And he did. And I have.

 

14 years have passed and I’ve used that trick on over 100 men.

 

 

Inquiring minds want to know .......

[Sydneysider]

My story happened when I first visited the US in 2012. I was 31 years old then. I was drinking alone at a gay bar in Vegas watching the sexy go-go boys on stage when I saw a hunky figure entered the club. He said hi to me and stood next to me. He's a well-built 24-year old Colombian-born American training as an MMA fighter. I've had three gin and tonics and he seemed friendly so I started flirting with him. I told him that he has beautiful arms. He liked that and he started flexing his biceps and even let me feel them. I told him that I wish I had my camera with me so that I could take photos of him. He asked where my camera was, which I said was in my hotel room. He then said, why don't we go back to your room. I got excited, then I got scared. I'm 5'6, slim-built while he's almost six foot tall brick of a man. I thought if he's gonna rob me, he could easily take me down and then dump my body. I told him 'great' but I needed to go to the bathroom first. I quickly exited out of the club instead but went into the wrong direction away from my hotel. I went back where I came from and there he was outside the club looking for me. He asked me why I took off. I made a lame excuse that it was late and that I remembered I have to leave early the next morning. He didn't buy that. So I told him that I didn't really know him and that I'm worried for my safety. He said that he was just horny and that he'd leave me alone after he had fucked me. Well that was the assurance I wanted to hear so I took him back to my room. I was glad I did and he stayed overnight. The next morning, we hang out all day and we even hired a car and drove to Hoover Dam. We only met that one time but to this day we're constantly keeping in touch via the social media. He indeed made my trip very memorable.

[Luv2play]

My story happened when I first visited the US in 2012. I was 31 years old then. I was drinking alone at a gay bar in Vegas watching the sexy go-go boys on stage when I saw a hunky figure entered the club. He said hi to me and stood next to me. He's a well-built 24-year old Colombian-born American training as an MMA fighter. I've had three gin and tonics and he seemed friendly so I started flirting with him. I told him that he has beautiful arms. He liked that and he started flexing his biceps and even let me feel them. I told him that I wish I had my camera with me so that I could take photos of him. He asked where my camera was, which I said was in my hotel room. He then said, why don't we go back to your room. I got excited, then I got scared. I'm 5'6, slim-built while he's almost six foot tall brick of a man. I thought if he's gonna rob me, he could easily take me down and then dump my body. I told him 'great' but I needed to go to the bathroom first. I quickly exited out of the club instead but went into the wrong direction away from my hotel. I went back where I came from and there he was outside the club looking for me. He asked me why I took off. I made a lame excuse that it was late and that I remembered I have to leave early the next morning. He didn't buy that. So I told him that I didn't really know him and that I'm worried for my safety. He said that he was just horny and that he'd leave me alone after he had fucked me. Well that was the assurance I wanted to hear so I took him back to my room. I was glad I did and he stayed overnight. The next morning, we hang out all day and we even hired a car and drove to Hoover Dam. We only met that one time but to this day we're constantly keeping in touch via the social media. He indeed made my trip very memorable.

Yourr experience would make a good script for a porn flic.

[+ Lucky]

My story happened when I first visited the US in 2012. I was 31 years old then. I was drinking alone at a gay bar in Vegas watching the sexy go-go boys on stage when I saw a hunky figure entered the club. He said hi to me and stood next to me. He's a well-built 24-year old Colombian-born American training as an MMA fighter. I've had three gin and tonics and he seemed friendly so I started flirting with him. I told him that he has beautiful arms. He liked that and he started flexing his biceps and even let me feel them. I told him that I wish I had my camera with me so that I could take photos of him. He asked where my camera was, which I said was in my hotel room. He then said, why don't we go back to your room. I got excited, then I got scared. I'm 5'6, slim-built while he's almost six foot tall brick of a man. I thought if he's gonna rob me, he could easily take me down and then dump my body. I told him 'great' but I needed to go to the bathroom first. I quickly exited out of the club instead but went into the wrong direction away from my hotel. I went back where I came from and there he was outside the club looking for me. He asked me why I took off. I made a lame excuse that it was late and that I remembered I have to leave early the next morning. He didn't buy that. So I told him that I didn't really know him and that I'm worried for my safety. He said that he was just horny and that he'd leave me alone after he had fucked me. Well that was the assurance I wanted to hear so I took him back to my room. I was glad I did and he stayed overnight. The next morning, we hang out all day and we even hired a car and drove to Hoover Dam. We only met that one time but to this day we're constantly keeping in touch via the social media. He indeed made my trip very memorable.

You felt safer when he said he would just fuck you and leave? Maybe the unsaid part was "leave you dead!" If you were so unsure as to leave the bar, I don't know how his words were enough. But, I enjoyed your story!

[Luv2play]

You felt safer when he said he would just fuck you and leave? Maybe the unsaid part was "leave you dead!" If you were so unsure as to leave the bar, I don't know how his words were enough. But, I enjoyed your story!

I think this was a situation where you had to be there and able to judge not just his words but the way he comported himself and his body language. Were they warm and interactive or cold and detached. Could you hold his gaze into your eyes. Maybe the 3 gin and tonics helped lol. I liked the bio detail of training to be a MMA fighter (whatever that is).

[+ poolboy48220]

I was a virgin at 22 and went on a straight cruise with a gay friend hoping for a love connection. It didn’t happen between us that trip (or ever). However, he did convince me that a slot machine attendant had been eyeing me all week, which I thought was some cruel joke. I didn’t believe it but I struck up a conversation with the attendant anyway.

 

Hours later he had me face down on my bed massaging my body. He said “I’m going to teach you something that you’ll share with every lover for the rest of your life.” And he did. And I have.

 

14 years have passed and I’ve used that trick on over 100 men.

echoing @cany10011 , I want to hear what the trick was. I keep thinking of the "Venus Butterfly" in the old LA Law TV show...

[prof]

echoing @cany10011 , I want to hear what the trick was. I keep thinking of the "Venus Butterfly" in the old LA Law TV show...

Maybe it was the old "now you see it, now you don't!"

[cany10011]

echoing @cany10011 , I want to hear what the trick was. I keep thinking of the "Venus Butterfly" in the old LA Law TV show...

 

Perhaps another thread needs to be started on “things you do to make him go wild in bed”......I’m sure I’m not too old to learn new tricks.