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

[marylander1940]

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/

 

Yes, I'm talking about the 80's it was a whole different world young folks can't even imagine!

 

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Edited August 30, 2020 by marylander1940

[+ Coolwave35]

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

 

this is almost an identical set up for my funny gay travel story. Instead of him taking off his shoes and playing footsie, he reached into his book bag and pulled out a Mormon religion magazine and spent the entire flight trying to teach me about John smith and the Mormon faith. He was stunningly beautiful so I listened. It was lax to Las Vegas so it was only 50 minutes. I TOTALLY thought we’d end up fucking in Vegas the way we were checking each other out in the waiting area. Nope. He was just recruiting.

[handiacefailure]

this is almost an identical set up for my funny gay travel story. Instead of him taking off his shoes and playing footsie, he reached into his book bag and pulled out a Mormon religion magazine and spent the entire flight trying to teach me about John smith and the Mormon faith. He was stunningly beautiful so I listened. It was lax to Las Vegas so it was only 50 minutes. I TOTALLY thought we’d end up fucking in Vegas the way we were checking each other out in the waiting area. Nope. He was just recruiting.

 

LOL this made me think of the movie "Later Days".

 

Too bad he was just recruiting. Wish it would have gone further with the incident on my flight and wish I would have called the guy when I was in Vegas.

 

I normally hate the open seating policy on Southworst and was upgraded to first class on my non-stop Delta flight to first class and was pretty pissed off it got cancelled, I had to be in LA the next morning and didn't have a choice since Delta couldn't get me there until the next day. This made up for it:)

[+ Charlie]

this is almost an identical set up for my funny gay travel story. Instead of him taking off his shoes and playing footsie, he reached into his book bag and pulled out a Mormon religion magazine and spent the entire flight trying to teach me about John smith and the Mormon faith. He was stunningly beautiful so I listened. It was lax to Las Vegas so it was only 50 minutes. I TOTALLY thought we’d end up fucking in Vegas the way we were checking each other out in the waiting area. Nope. He was just recruiting.

I guess his lesson really didn't make much impression on you, because it was Joseph Smith who founded the Mormons. (John Smith was saved by Pocahontas.)

[+ Coolwave35]

I guess his lesson really didn't make much impression on you, because it was Joseph Smith who founded the Mormons. (John Smith was saved by Pocahontas.)

 

Hahahahaha

 

I’m also still a heathen so his lessons fell on deaf, though aroused, ears.

[Bargara Leatherboy]

Reminds me of the last time two hot Mormon boys knocked on my door, they wanted to come in and

Talk about God.

I said sure come in, but how about we practise my religion .

They said what’s that.

I said I praise god by having hot 3sums with hot Mormon missionaries, they ran down my driveway shouting we will pray for you brother.

 

j have not had a door knock since

[+ Lucky]

I started to write one of my favorite travel experiences, but deleted it as I just don't those details online! It involved a guy at the Rio sauna who showed me what passion Brazilian men bring to sex. The next day I hired him to my hotel, where we had another great time. I walked him to the lobby, where his girlfriend was waiting. He introduced me, then kissed me goodbye right there in the lobby in front of the gf. They then took off, presumably to spend my money.

I would have hired him every day that I was in Rio, but I never saw him again.

[+ RJD]

Yes, I'm talking about the 80's it was a whole different world young folks can't even imagine!

 

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That's a very young Matt LeBlanc from "Friends." I remember seeing this in Giovanni's Room, a gay bookstore in Philly, back in 1990. I thought the guy was hot. Four years later, Friends premiered. Never realized it was the same guy until it surfaced a few years into the show. As it turned out, this was from a modeling job he did. He was paid for the shoot, didn't have ownership of the pics, and they were subsequently sold and used for this cover.

[Sydneysider]

I started to write one of my favorite travel experiences, but deleted it as I just don't those details online! It involved a guy at the Rio sauna who showed me what passion Brazilian men bring to sex. The next day I hired him to my hotel, where we had another great time. I walked him to the lobby, where his girlfriend was waiting. He introduced me, then kissed me goodbye right there in the lobby in front of the gf. They then took off, presumably to spend my money.

I would have hired him every day that I was in Rio, but I never saw him again.

You should start a thread on Brazil. I've been to Brazil in 2018. What an amazing eye-opener for me; straight guys all willing to have hardcore gay sex for money. I would love to hear stories from you and everyone to I relive my experience especially when we can't travel anywhere right now.

[+ Lucky]

So many of us have been to Brazil, we could fill a forum! It's the best place to travel for sex.

[marylander1940]

So many of us have been to Brazil, we could fill a forum! It's the best place to travel for sex.

 

Sex in the forest of Pedra do arpoador between Ipanema and diavo (devil's) beach. Memories!

[m4same]

That's a very young Matt LeBlanc from "Friends." I remember seeing this in Giovanni's Room, a gay bookstore in Philly, back in 1990. I thought the guy was hot. Four years later, Friends premiered. Never realized it was the same guy until it surfaced a few years into the show. As it turned out, this was from a modeling job he did. He was paid for the shoot, didn't have ownership of the pics, and they were subsequently sold and used for this cover.

Thanks for letting us know why he looks so familiar.

[+ Italiano]

1979. I was 19. I wasn't out at all even if I knew I was gay, and I only had had one not pleasant experience with a man in his late 40s.

Finishing high school me and 2 straight close friends during summertime traveled one month by car from Milan, Italy (where we lived) with counted money, sleeping bags and tent throughout Switzerland, Germany, Holland, Luxembourg, France and back. Our last stop was Paris for 5 days. It was our reward from our parents for having had great grades at school.

 

We were always together and we had a great time. Our last day in Paris before driving straight back to Milan we decided to take one day off from each other. After walking by myself for a while (who can get bored by walking in Paris?...) having a itch I decided to take the metro and stop at Pigalle, the Red Zone of Paris. I walked mesmerized throughout the streets filled with sex shops, strip clubs, peep shows (in Milan back then there were only a bunch of sleazy porn movie theaters), porn theaters. I walked into a movie theatre and watched for the first time a gay movie. I saw that few men went back and for to the restroom, and a bit scared but excited I decided to go inside and I saw lots of action. As I was a very cute teenager they all jumped on me like bees on honey. Hot but scary! One very handsome sexy guy who started to kiss me told me "Follow me". I followed him by metro to his campus (he was an Hungarian young man in his early 20s who was studying Arts in Paris). Our English (especially his) was quite basic but we understood each other. His name was Ferenc. We arrived at the University Campus, he closed the door of his room and we spent an AMAZING couple of hours of passionate sex which I still vividly remember after 41 years! I DO remember that he was a HUNG Hungarian...and it took sometimes to accomodate him in my almost virgin ass.

We kept in touch by letters for a few years, in 1987 I even went with my then boyfriend to Budapest and we met for lunch. And then we lost touch.

 

I recently found him on Facebook, of course many years have passed by for both us, but it was very nice to realize that he had not forgotten also that beautiful experience!

Edited February 15, 2021 by Italiano

[m4same]

1979. I was 19. I wasn't out at all even if I knew I was gay, and I only had had one not pleasant experience with a man in his late 40s.

Finishing high school me and 2 straight close friends during summertime traveled one month by car from Milan, Italy where we lived with counted money, sleeping bags and tent throughout Switzerland, Germany, Holland, Luxembourg, France and back. Our last stop was Paris for 5 days. It was our reward from our parents for having had great grades at school.

 

We were always together and we had a great time. Our last day in Paris before driving straight back to Milan we decided to take one day off from each other. After walking by myself for a while (who can get bored by walking in Paris?...) having a itch I decided to take the metro and stop at Pigalle, the Red Zone of Paris. I walked mesmerized throughout the streets filled with sex shops, strip clubs, peep shows (in Milan back then there were only a bunch of sleazy porn movie theaters), porn theaters. I walked into a movie theatre and watched for the first time a gay movie. I saw that few men went back and for to the restroom, and a bit scared but excited I decided to go inside and I saw lots of action. As I was a very cute teenager they all jumped on me like bees on honey. Hot but scary! One very handsome sexy guy who started to kiss me told me "Follow me". I followed him by metro to his campus (he was an Hungarian young man in his early 20s who was studying Arts in Paris). Our English (especially his) was quite basic but we understood each other. His name was Ferenc. We arrived at the University Campus, he closed the door of his room and we spent an AMAZING couple of hours of passionate sex which I still vividly remember after 41 years! I DO remember that he was a HUNG Hungarian...and it took sometimes to accomodate him in my almost virgin ass.

We kept in touch by letters for a few years, in 1987 I even went with my then boyfriend to Budapest and we met for lunch. And then we lost touch.

 

I recently found him on Facebook, of course many years have passed by for both us, but it was very nice to realize that he had not forgotten also that beautiful experience!

lovely story. thanks for sharing it with us. there are so many ways to start a friendship.

[+ Coolwave35]

but it was very nice to realize that he had not forgotten also that beautiful experience!

 

I loved your story but this was my favorite part. I often wonder if I mean anything to the men who’ve meant a lot to me. Or if an experience was as special to them as it was for me.

 

I’m glad you know yours was.

[m4same]

Last with year I visited India and Sri Lanka for the first time. I had some great little sexual adventures and found men sexy and kind. There is a market for older white gay guys there. Anyway, someone messaged me on Grindr or Scruff. I happened to be free at the time and he asked if he could come to my room. I said ok. He showed up quickly. He was a cute college guy in his early 20s. He then told me that he is kinky and that I can do anything I want. I asked him about boundaries, limits, and a safe word. He said no to all of these. I'm not experienced with this but tried to figure out what I could do that would please him and not compromise me. So I pulled out a blindfold that came my plane seat and put it on him. I then held his arms over his head (on the bed) and told him not to move them. It was like bondage with no bondage. He was obedient and obviously excited. When we were done playing, I talked to him brainstorming ways to be kinky but also safe. I suggested he ask for a cell number before meeting a guy (he knew nothing personal about me) and we came up with a few more things he can do to protect himself without ruining the excitement. I didn't lecture but discussed. I learned something and I hope he is happy and healthy.

[thetruth]

When I was quite young my boyfriend and I decided to take the summer off and go to California. We hitched rides from New York City to San Francisco and back. We were gone all of June, July and August. We had sex everyday ..every and anywhere. Most of the rides we got were long hauls.

Jerry was so handsome and wild. I was young and in love. So many great stories I don't have the time to write them all down now. Sad to say we had a huge argument...I left in the middle of the night by sneaking out a window. When we both landed back in Manhattan we worked things out..He died of a drug overdose at his Mom's home on Long Island one month later. I carry a photo of him on my mobile.

 

Awww how sad. How long ago was that? I am just curious.

[thickornotatall]

Awww how sad. How long ago was that? I am just curious.

1970...We met at his work...an assistant to Andy Warhol

[m4same]

I was in my late 20s and in Minneapolis on business when I went to a gay bar and ran into someone I had met at a volleyball tournament. He was an athlete, very tall, in good shape, and shy with dark hair, smooth body, and nice definition. He was around my age, maybe a few years older. He invited me to his place and I ended up fooling around with him and spending the night. He was handsome and sweet and a lot of fun. In the morning, he left for work and his handsome, hairy roommate came into the room with a cup of hot coffee for me. He was also around my age with sandy brown hair and thick even stubble on his face. He had a naughty smirk and was wearing only a bathrobe which accidentally opened up when he was serving my coffee. In no time at all, I was in his bedroom. He was a lot of fun. I felt both happy and guilty as I left to continue with my day. I hope I didn't do anything that could damage their friendship. In the mean time, I felt desired and satisfied.

[Luv2play]

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

You gotta get out more, girl. Lol.

[Luv2play]

Everybody loves Canadians! ?

It goes a long way being Canadian with the older generation of Dutch. Not sure if it would cut it today since memories of WWII are rapidly fading. Sometime around 35 years ago I was heading out to the airport at Amsterdam on a Sunday morning to fly back to Canada and was the only person on the airport shuttle. So I sat up beside the driver. When I told him I was flying home to Canada, did he ever get enthusiastic, telling me of how the Canadians had liberated his town, etc. I didn’t mention I had been having sex with one of his fellow citizens the night before. The war hadn’t come up in our conversations but the guy was at least half the age of the bus driver.

[marylander1940]

It goes a long way being Canadian with the older generation of Dutch. Not sure if it would cut it today since memories of WWII are rapidly fading. Sometime around 35 years ago I was heading out to the airport at Amsterdam on a Sunday morning to fly back to Canada and was the only person on the airport shuttle. So I sat up beside the driver. When I told him I was flying home to Canada, did he ever get enthusiastic, telling me of how the Canadians had liberated his town, etc. I didn’t mention I had been having sex with one of his fellow citizens the night before. The war hadn’t come up in our conversations but the guy was at least half the age of the bus driver.

 

I think you're missing the point. Since George W Bush some Americans have tried to pass as Canadians in order not to explain our country's behavior in the Middle East. (Most) Europeans never cared about what we did in the Americas during the Cold War though...

[Luv2play]

I started to write one of my favorite travel experiences, but deleted it as I just don't those details online! It involved a guy at the Rio sauna who showed me what passion Brazilian men bring to sex. The next day I hired him to my hotel, where we had another great time. I walked him to the lobby, where his girlfriend was waiting. He introduced me, then kissed me goodbye right there in the lobby in front of the gf. They then took off, presumably to spend my money.

I would have hired him every day that I was in Rio, but I never saw him again.

You obviously overpaid. Lol.

[Luv2play]

I think you're missing the point. Since George W Bush some Americans have tried to pass as Canadians in order not to explain our country's behavior in the Middle East. (Most) Europeans never cared about what we did in the Americas during the Cold War though...

Actually it goes back to the 1960’s when America was very unpopular in Europe because of the Vietnam War. In 1969 I took the summer to hitchhike across Western Europe and visited 13 countries in 4 months. That summer there were many Canadians and Americans like myself, mostly studying in university and just getting in a summer of fun. Canada had a brand new flag (the red maple leaf) then and it stood out smartly on my backpack. Many Americans that summer, on discovering they couldn’t get a ride sporting the Stars and Stripes, traded their flag in for the Canadian one. I would laugh at these ersatz Canadians with their Brooklyn, Boston or Southern accents. But to the Europeans, it worked mostly as they couldn’t distinguish one English accent from another.

[m4same]

When I travel, I try and hire a gay tour guide for at least a few hours so I can not only tour but learn about gay life and culture in that location. Twice in the past couple of years, somehow, I ended up fooling around with the guide after the tour ended. Both of those experiences were unexpected wonderful surprises. I would never count on that happening but when it did, I sure appreciated it.