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

[+ Coolwave35]

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

 

He had a very deliberate, particular way of using his finger tips to touch certain parts of my back that were more sensitive than my nipples. I describe it as being somewhere between tickling and body orgasm. It is pretty magical and men have enjoyed it as much as I have.

[liubit]

He had a very deliberate, particular way of using his finger tips to touch certain parts of my back that were more sensitive than my nipples. I describe it as being somewhere between tickling and body orgasm. It is pretty magical and men have enjoyed it as much as I have.

This reminds me of a trick an escort showed me a very very long time ago. Place your hand very close to your partner’s skin or -better- to his hard dick and, without actually touching him or establishing any physical contact, move your hand as if caressing him. Believe me, the mere sensation of the “about to touch him”, if performed close enough, can make his dick bounce and his body twitch in anticipation. It works wonders. ?

[cany10011]

This reminds me of a trick an escort showed me a very very long time ago. Place your hand very close to your partner’s skin or -better- to his hard dick and, without actually touching him or establishing any physical contact, move your hand as if caressing him. Believe me, the mere sensation of the “about to touch him”, if performed close enough, can make his dick bounce and his body twitch in anticipation. It works wonders. ?

 

Oooh.. I’m learning so much

[+ Nakedchi]

Years ago I stayed at a gay guest house in FtL. While there I met a few other guests, including an Italian couple- Mauro and Paul. Paul was nice but Mauro was exactly the type of dark haired daddy 27 year old me drooled over. We all hit it off and I wound up playing with both of them (plus other guests, including one particular large group romp), always gravitating toward Mauro. I stayed in contact with them and a few years later planned on visiting them in Italy.

 

Right before leaving on the trip I slipped and hurt by elbow. The doctor didn't think it was broken but since I was traveling he suggested I wear a cast to protect it. So, I headed to Italy with my arm in a cast. Unknown to me, Mauro and Paul had broken up, so I stayed at Mauro's place, where we again played. During the weekend we went to Austria with another Italian and two American Air Force members (this was the Don't Ask, Don't Tell period) from a local base. We went out to dinner and the co-ed saunas, even me with a bag covering my casted arm.

 

One evening we went to a gay bar and I started flirting with a local. I didn't speak any language that he spoke and he didn't speak any English, but that didn't keep us from communicating that we were interested in each other. We wound up leaving the bar and spending the night in my room. He was very careful with my arm situation and we had a great time, with him leaving in the morning. Oh, those slutty younger years.

[m4same]

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.

are you going to share the trick with us???

[m4same]

This reminds me of a trick an escort showed me a very very long time ago. Place your hand very close to your partner’s skin or -better- to his hard dick and, without actually touching him or establishing any physical contact, move your hand as if caressing him. Believe me, the mere sensation of the “about to touch him”, if performed close enough, can make his dick bounce and his body twitch in anticipation. It works wonders. ?

I thought I invented that move and was the only one who used it.

[cany10011]

I went to Amsterdam in the late 1990s to visit a friend who was finishing his MBA in Paris and was taking the train up to meet me. Before heading to the airport, i went on the aol gay chat room for Amsterdam and chatted up with a local who asked me where I was staying. We had a brief, but friendly chat and off i went to grab the car service to EWR. Once landing, I was a little groggy and checked into the Jolly Carlton Hotel and a few hours later, the phone rings and the hotel receptionist says, there is a Mr. XXX here to see you. He had the same name as my classmate so I presumed he was coming up to meet me. It turned out to be the Dutch guy who i chatted with online. He was lanky, blonde and gorgeous- turned out to be a Hugo Boss model. That type of guy today would definitely not be giving me the time of day today, unless I were paying him.... We had a sordid and delightful late afternoon romp in the hotel that broke the bed. He gave me great travel advice and was a great welcome to the city. That afternoon marked the first of many fun times with locals especially in the Thermas Day and Night saunas

[m4same]

When I was 22, I was starting to try and find gay sexual adventures when traveling. I was naive and pretty scared but excited. This was my first trip without family and it was a great opportunity to be naughty and explore gay opportunities. Everything was so new to me. Somehow I found a club called Heaven in London. I looked much younger than my age and I was thin and shy. Somehow I met an older guy (early 40s?) who was from Spain. He was an art dealer who procured masterpieces for museums. He took me back to his room and sweet talked me into sucking his beautiful dick. It was the first uncut dick I ever put in my mouth. He was clearly in charge and I was enjoying the experience. Suddenly, he held my head down and shot into my mouth. I then went into the bathroom and spit out his cum which made him a bit upset. I had no idea why he would care if I spit or swallowed. Nevertheless, I loved feeling desired by a stranger. This encounter made me feel more mature, sophisticated, and worldly.

[m4same]

I went to Amsterdam in the late 1990s to visit a friend who was finishing his MBA in Paris and was taking the train up to meet me. Before heading to the airport, i went on the aol gay chat room for Amsterdam and chatted up with a local who asked me where I was staying. We had a brief, but friendly chat and off i went to grab the car service to EWR. Once landing, I was a little groggy and checked into the Jolly Carlton Hotel and a few hours later, the phone rings and the hotel receptionist says, there is a Mr. XXX here to see you. He had the same name as my classmate so I presumed he was coming up to see me. It turned out to be the Dutch guy who i chatted with online. He was lanky, blonde and gorgeous- turned out to be a Hugo Boss model. We had a delightful late afternoon romp in the hotel and broke the bed. He gave me great travel advice and was a great welcome to the city. That afternoon marked the first of many fun romps with locals especially in the Thermas Day and Night saunas Hooked up with a lot of cute Dutch guys there.

I want to go to Amerstdam now that I'm an adult!

[+ Lucky]

I want to go to Amerstdam now that I'm an adult!

I think the Amsterdam heyday is over. A nice museum or two, but otherwise...

[prof]

I went to Amsterdam in the late 1990s to visit a friend who was finishing his MBA in Paris and was taking the train up to meet me. Before heading to the airport, i went on the aol gay chat room for Amsterdam and chatted up with a local who asked me where I was staying. We had a brief, but friendly chat and off i went to grab the car service to EWR. Once landing, I was a little groggy and checked into the Jolly Carlton Hotel and a few hours later, the phone rings and the hotel receptionist says, there is a Mr. XXX here to see you. He had the same name as my classmate so I presumed he was coming up to see me. It turned out to be the Dutch guy who i chatted with online. He was lanky, blonde and gorgeous- turned out to be a Hugo Boss model. We had a delightful late afternoon romp in the hotel and broke the bed. He gave me great travel advice and was a great welcome to the city. That afternoon marked the first of many fun romps with locals especially in the Thermas Day and Night saunas Hooked up with a lot of cute Dutch guys there.

Thermas Day and Night saunas--yes! Such great memories! I seem to recall a dark room where guys would sit along the perimeter and those passing through the room walked a very narrow, walled path--lots of touching and more.

[cany10011]

I was in Montreal at the Black and Blue party in October one year and you could feel the frisson of sex up and down St. Catherines. I was with a friend who wanted to check out the saunas (believe it was called 4,5,6 or something like that). There was a long line just waiting to get in... so I was a little annoyed at this and just waited outside the queue while my friend went up to ask about how long it would take. As I was just standing outside the corner, a guy caught my eye and we both cruised each other (I rarely do this) and he came over chatted and had a nice “connection”. My friend comes back and the 3 of us had a nice round of introductions and chats and decided that we would just go back to the hotel for a 3 some. It was a little awkward as my friend and I never fooled around before... we’re like sisters, but we all had fun in the heat of the moment.

[cany10011]

Agree. The Amsterdam pre Euro is definitely different. Very much cleaned up. No more male brothels

 

 

I think the Amsterdam heyday is over. A nice museum or two, but otherwise...

[cany10011]

Thermas Day and Night saunas--yes! Such great memories! I seem to recall a dark room where guys would sit along the perimeter and those passing through the room walked a very narrow, walled path--lots of touching and more.

 

Met a hot Dutch farmer there... he gave me his number and address (pre facebook). Sadly, never met up again

[+ Lucky]

I went to a brothel or two. In the first, it was a suburban apartment with boys. I didn't choose any, so they asked what I liked,, which was essentially a blond Dutch boy (you could say boy then and it didn't mean underage.) Well, the guy they sent wasn't great, but I felt obligated since he came in to see me.

The second one was more famous, down the street from What Not or whatever it was called. Here I met a beautiful Romanian guy. We smoked pot, but he was aghast that I didn't want to mix it with tobacco. The beautiful boy was quite the dud in bed. He stood at the door for a tip but I just smiled at him.

[cany10011]

I went to a brothel or two. In the first, it was a suburban apartment with boys. I didn't choose any, so they asked what I liked,, which was essentially a blond Dutch boy (you could say boy then and it didn't mean underage.) Well, the guy they sent wasn't great, but I felt obligated since he came in to see me.

The second one was more famous, down the street from What Not or whatever it was called. Here I met a beautiful Romanian guy. We smoked pot, but he was aghast that I didn't want to mix it with tobacco. The beautiful boy was quite the dud in bed. He stood at the door for a tip but I just smiled at him.

 

 

I remember WhyNot, on another trip, another straight friend went with me there and hired a Ricky Martin look -alike for me. WhyNot bar had these bordello rooms with red lights, jacuzzi bathtub and bed. We had a blast and I recall the rates were very reasonable.

[m4same]

I think the Amsterdam heyday is over. A nice museum or two, but otherwise...

<sigh>

[Luv2play]

I went to Amsterdam in the late 1990s to visit a friend who was finishing his MBA in Paris and was taking the train up to meet me. Before heading to the airport, i went on the aol gay chat room for Amsterdam and chatted up with a local who asked me where I was staying. We had a brief, but friendly chat and off i went to grab the car service to EWR. Once landing, I was a little groggy and checked into the Jolly Carlton Hotel and a few hours later, the phone rings and the hotel receptionist says, there is a Mr. XXX here to see you. He had the same name as my classmate so I presumed he was coming up to meet me. It turned out to be the Dutch guy who i chatted with online. He was lanky, blonde and gorgeous- turned out to be a Hugo Boss model. That type of guy today would definitely not be giving me the time of day today, unless I were paying him.... We had a sordid and delightful late afternoon romp in the hotel that broke the bed. He gave me great travel advice and was a great welcome to the city. That afternoon marked the first of many fun times with locals especially in the Thermas Day and Night saunas

That’s the Amsterdam I remember. Went through there at least 60 times from 1986 t0 1998. Always had a blast. Never paid for it then, always on the house!

[Sydneysider]

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).

Hahahah...I gave a condensed account so as not to bored the readers. But yes, we developed a very good connection while in the club and he was very responsive to my flirting even letting me groped him. Outside the club prior to saying the F word, he showed me the outline of his hard dick. I was drunk, horny and alone in the big city so I thought I'd risk it. I guess you'd say I gambled and won, lol. (MMA means mixed martial arts).

[Becket]

SOB!!!! I don't have any fun stories to tell. My cousin groped me when I was 12. Does that count? Oy vey!

[handiacefailure]

No sex was involved in this instance but kind of a funny gay travel story. Took a southwest flight from DTW to LAX and with typical southworst they didn't fly direct and had to connect in Nashville. Was a kind of cute guy around my age (would have been early 40s then) who got on the plane at Detroit and I had a lot earlier number than him and boarded and saw him waiting at the gate and he passed me and smiled and I think he knew I was checking him out. On the flight between Nashville and LAX he was on it and I had the aisle exit and no one had taken the window yet and he grabbed it and fortunately no one grabbed the middle seat. We were both smiling and sort of checking each other and I think we both had a little too much to drink and about an hour into the flight he takes his shoes off and stretches his feet out and starts playing footsies with me and I returned the favor and he reaches across the middle seat and starts touching my leg and i touched his hand and his and moves over to the middle seat and he reaches over and hugs me and and we held each other the remainder of the flight, I don't think the flight attendant was too amused and when we asked for another cocktail with the vouchers she said that was it and was concerned we had too much to drink. We exchanged numbers when we landed at LAX and I carried on and he checked his bag and when we got past security and I was heading to arrivals for my friend to pick me up and he was heading to baggage claim he hugged me and that was the end of it. We never contacted each other (he was from the vegas area and I would have if he would contacted him if he was in the detroit area).

 

Another time in Soho about five years ago in London on New years day I ended up going back to my hotel with a guy. I was in London for a long weekend for New Years and went to KO on new years eve and there was an asian guy I thought who was hot but he was with another guy who I assumed was his boyfriend. The next morning I went to Old Compton street and a lot of things were closed but it was a nice morning for January and was walking aroud the area and the guy was there also walking around. He came over and introduced himself and said the guy he was with was a good friend and he throught I was attractive but didn't want to be rude to his friend. We ended up having lunch together and going back to my hotel for some afternoon fun.

 

Now if you want some really funny stories start a thread about having sex on a college campus lol

[+ Lucky]

SOB!!!! I don't have any fun stories to tell. My cousin groped me when I was 12. Does that count? Oy vey!

She did? How did you react? Did you ever see him/her again? Then what? Surely there is a story here!

[marylander1940]

I bought a Spartacus gay guide before internet... A great investment! I travelled all over Europe going to parks were cruising happened in certain areas. I followed the AYOR (at your own risk) recommendations, dressed like a local, learned basic words and I had a great time.

 

Too many to share on here.

[marylander1940]

That’s the Amsterdam I remember. Went through there at least 60 times from 1986 t0 1998. Always had a blast. Never paid for it then, always on the house!

 

Everybody loves Canadians! ?

[+ Lucky]

I bought a Spartacus gay guide before internet... A great investment! I travelled all over Europe going to parks were cruising happened in certain areas. I followed the AYOR (at your own risk) recommendations, dressed like a local, learned basic words and I had a great time.

 

Too many to share on here.

Your post made me curious about the Spartacus Guide, so I searched and learned that it has moved online and also has an app. Lots of good information there. https://spartacus.gayguide.travel/