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

[+ Axiom2001]

During my first trip to Europe and North Africa (two+ months), I explored and experienced the various cultures as well as the men in each of the countries that I visited. Some still reign supreme; others happened that I remember but think it's best to limit on the forum "to spare the eyes of my fellow members."

 

I had a Eurorail pass that gave me an entire spectrum as to where and when I would be traveling. At one point, I boarded the train in Paris and ventured to Nice.. ...had a nighttime arrival and no hotel reservation, so I walked to a park that was nearby and not too far away from the train depot and sat comfortably on a bench while analyzing the environs. An hour passed, and while I sat and basked in the entire ambiance, a strapping, dark-haired, nicely-built guy passed by and lingered a bit. We struck up a conversation, and during our conversing, I keenly remember his asking me what I was doing here. Much to my surprise, I candidly told him that I was "man-hunting." He took me up on it, and within a few minutes, I found myself walking with him on the beach where we found ourselves inside of a cave. At the time I did not know where we were going or anything. I thought it best not to question and just go with the flow if I felt no danger. Well, immediately after we arrived, the action began. To this day I remember this stud fucking out my brains and my enjoying his physical prowess as well as sexual talents. After the deed was done, I mentally recovered from what had transpired and decided to return to the train depot and await a returning train. I think I waited for four or five hours before I found myself back in first-class to return to...

 

On that same trip, I went to Greece. Mykonos was on my itinerary, so off I went for a few days where I spent the majority of my time at Paradise Beach. While there I met an Italian male couple: one a somewhat handsome "daddy type" and his youngish partner (the one for whom I had the hots, big time. On my first night, the couple stayed in a small tent on the beach. Because of limited space, I remained outside and covered with a thinnish blanket while enduring the air and the slight breeze from the sea. After breakfast the next day, I eagerly joined these two again and spent the morning and afternoon. Before leaving the immediate area, I was invited to join the couple inside of their tent for a fuck-fest. Damn, I wanted that "young stuff" oh so HOT young Italian so bad.

 

Well, my desire for "Italian" did happen on that trip as well. After arriving in Rome, an ex-pat American met me at the train station and walked me to his red convertible sports car. Before we arrived at his apartment where my room awaited me, he decided to give me a short tour of the scenery. We passed by several popular plazas and managed to go to one that was unbelievable. There were lots of super-hot and handsome men that just from my observing got my blood and all fluids stirring. I did manage to control myself and recoup some modicum of civility. When we arrived at the apartment of the host--an Italian friend of his met us from out of nowhere and went up to his apartment. The two of them spent about ten to fifteen minutes talking when the occupant of the apartment yelled down to me. "Do you want to fuck." He caught me completely off guard as well as filling me with a little embarrassment. My response was, "no thanks."

 

For three or more days, I spent my time meandering around by myself, taking in the sights, and going to the gay bars that were in the area. I found these venues to be dull and non-happening, not like some of the places I had gone to while in Amsterdam, Brussels, London, and Madrid.

 

But, before I was to leave, my luck and fun changed. While the owner of the apartment had left the apartment for a while, the young guy who had had "designs for me" on the night of my arrival had joined me earlier, for he and I had ventured throughout certain areas of Rome. Upon our return to the apartment, he and I had the best fuck that I'd received in my life up to that point. He fucked me into oblivion, something that I'd never experienced at home or during this first visit to Europe.

 

After he'd "done the deed," he left, much to my chagrin, for I was never to hear or see him again. We had failed to exchange addresses. In my looking back-- I do thank the owner of the apartment for bringing this chap into my life for only two or three days. I write three days because on a Sunday he and I explored the Sistine Chapel. I remember when he and I walked the many steps that led to the roof, I, at several points, almost reached over to him to embrace and passionately kiss. But, that was all right. He showed his sexual expertise and prowess on the day before my leaving Roma.

 

There are other sagas that I could relay, but as I wrote in the opening sentences, I'll spare you gents.

Edited April 1, 2021 by Axiom2001

[Luv2play]

During my first trip to Europe and North Africa (two+ months), I explored and experienced the various cultures as well as the men in each of the countries that I visited. Some still reign supreme, while the others happened that I still remember but think it's best to limit on the forum "to spare the eyes of my fellow members."

 

I had a Eurorail pass, so that gave me an entire spectrum as to where and when I would be traveling. At one point, I boarded the train in Paris and ventured to Nice.. ...had a nighttime arrival and no hotel reservation, so I walked to a park that was nearby and not too far away from the train depot and sat comfortably on a bench while analyzing the environs. An hour passed and while I sat and basked in the entire ambiance, a strapping, dark-haired, nicely-built guy passed by and lingered a bit. We struck up a conversation, and during our covering, I keenly remember his asking me what I was doing here. Much to my surprise, I candidly told him that I was "man-hunting." He took me up on, and within a few minutes, I found myself walking with him on the beach where we found ourselves inside of a cave. At the time I did not know where we were going are anything. I thought it best not to question and just go with the flow if I felt no danger. Well, immediately after we arrived, the action began. To this day I remember this stud fucking out my brains and my enjoying his physical prowess as well as sexual talents. After the deed was done, I mentally recovered from what had transpired and decided to return to the train depot and await for a returning train. I think I waited for four or five hours before I found myself back in first-class to return to...

 

On that same trip, I went to Greece. Mykonos was on my itinerary, so off I went for a few days where I spent the majority of my time at Paradise Beach. While there I met an Italian male couple: one "daddy type" and his youngish partner (the one for whom I had the hots, big time. On my first night, the couple stayed in a small tent on the beach. Because I had only a thinnish blanket-- I remained outside and endured the air and the slight breeze from the sea. The next day after breakfast I joined these two again and spent the morning and afternoon. Before leaving the immediate area, I joined the couple inside of their tent for a fuck-fest. Damn, I wanted that "young stuff" oh so HOT young Italian so bad.

 

Well, my desire for Italian did happen on that trip as well. After arriving in Rome, an ex-pat American met me at the train station and walked me to his red convertible sports car. Before we arrived at his apartment where my room awaited me, he decided to give me a short tour of the scenery. We passed by several popular plazas and managed to go to one that was unbelievable. There were lots of super-hot and handsome men that just from my observing got my blood and all fluids stirring. I did manage to control myself and recoup some modicum of civility. When we arrived--an Italian friend of his met us from out of nowhere and went up to his apartment. The two of them spent about ten to fifteen minutes talking when the occupant of the apartment yelled down to me. "Do you want to fuck." He caught me completely off guard as well as filling me with a little embarrassment. My response was, "no thanks."

 

For three or more days, I spent my time meandering around by myself, taking in the sights, and going to the gay bars that were in the area. I found these venues to be dull and non-happening, not like some of the places I had gone to while in Amsterdam, Brussels, London, and Madrid.

 

But my luck and fun changed the day before I was to leave. The owner of the apartment had left for a while. The young guy who had had "designs for me" on the night of my arrival had joined me earlier, and he and I ventured throughout certain areas of Rome. Upon our return to the apartment, he and I had the best fuck that I'd received in my life up to that point. He fucked me into oblivion, something that I'd never experienced.

 

After he'd "done the deed," he left, much to my chagrin, for I was never to hear or see him again. We had failed to exchange addresses. In my looking back-- I do thank the owner of the apartment for bringing this chap into my life for only two days. I write two because on a Sunday he and I explored the Sistine Chapel. I remember when he and I walked the many steps that led to the roof, I, at several points, almost reached over to him to embrace and passionately kiss. But, that was all right. He showed his sexual expertise and prowess on the day before my leaving Rome.

 

There are other sagas that I could relay, but as I wrote in the opening sentences, I'll spare you gents.

I’m assuming your trip was a number of decades ago. You touched on a couple of spots where I too had some marvellous sexual experiences with European men. Just two I’ll relate. The first in Nice, where in 1982 I met a hot Corsican at a club and went back to his apartment. He was shorter than me, built like a stud muffin, with a huge appendage. I remember his being a physiotherapist and his clinic was in his apartment in the old town near the harbour. It was a night of carnal bliss and I walked back to my hotel in the early morning, smelling the damp salt sea air as I trod the cobblestones. We kept in touch for a short period by mail and I still have his letters. The other experience was in Rome in 1979. I spent a week and met a Swiss man about my age at a gay club. The club was boring but we repaired to my hotel where we spent the night. We dated several more times that week, always ending up at my hotel. He was living in Rome and had numerous Italian gay friends and one night I had dinner with them all at one of their apartments. It was a bit like Boys in the Band, without the bitchiness. On our last night together, we ate at this marvellous restaurant operated by nuns. We corresponded for over a year later and I still have his many letters. One day I am going to have to burn these letters, amongst many others.

[m4same]

I love reading these remembrances.

[m4same]

I’m assuming your trip was a number of decades ago. You touched on a couple of spots where I too had some marvellous sexual experiences with European men. Just two I’ll relate. The first in Nice, where in 1982 I met a hot Corsican at a club and went back to his apartment. He was shorter than me, built like a stud muffin, with a huge appendage. I remember his being a physiotherapist and his clinic was in his apartment in the old town near the harbour. It was a night of carnal bliss and I walked back to my hotel in the early morning, smelling the damp salt sea air as I trod the cobblestones. We kept in touch for a short period by mail and I still have his letters. The other experience was in Rome in 1979. I spent a week and met a Swiss man about my age at a gay club. The club was boring but we repaired to my hotel where we spent the night. We dated several more times that week, always ending up at my hotel. He was living in Rome and had numerous Italian gay friends and one night I had dinner with them all at one of their apartments. It was a bit like Boys in the Band, without the bitchiness. On our last night together, we ate at this marvellous restaurant operated by nuns. We corresponded for over a year later and I still have his many letters. One day I am going to have to burn these letters, amongst many others.

I’m assuming your trip was a number of decades ago. You touched on a couple of spots where I too had some marvellous sexual experiences with European men. Just two I’ll relate. The first in Nice, where in 1982 I met a hot Corsican at a club and went back to his apartment. He was shorter than me, built like a stud muffin, with a huge appendage. I remember his being a physiotherapist and his clinic was in his apartment in the old town near the harbour. It was a night of carnal bliss and I walked back to my hotel in the early morning, smelling the damp salt sea air as I trod the cobblestones. We kept in touch for a short period by mail and I still have his letters. The other experience was in Rome in 1979. I spent a week and met a Swiss man about my age at a gay club. The club was boring but we repaired to my hotel where we spent the night. We dated several more times that week, always ending up at my hotel. He was living in Rome and had numerous Italian gay friends and one night I had dinner with them all at one of their apartments. It was a bit like Boys in the Band, without the bitchiness. On our last night together, we ate at this marvellous restaurant operated by nuns. We corresponded for over a year later and I still have his many letters. One day I am going to have to burn these letters, amongst many others.

Sex gone wrong stories can be entertaining as well....Just sayin'

[+ MysticMenace]

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.

 

I guess my last few international travels have been in remote islands, so I did not need a tour guide, but I am curious, how does one find a hire a gay tour guide?

[Bargara Leatherboy]

I guess my last few international travels have been in remote islands, so I did not need a tour guide, but I am curious, how does one find a hire a gay tour guide?

 

Google is your friend.... i just search gay tour guide *city name*

 

in Asia i search utopia-Asia on line and approach gay business’s which list their services

[m4same]

I guess my last few international travels have been in remote islands, so I did not need a tour guide, but I am curious, how does one find a hire a gay tour guide?

 

I usually start by googling the location and gay and guide and take it from there.

[+ MysticMenace]

I usually start by googling the location and gay and guide and take it from there.

 

Thanks! I thought there was more of a complicated or underground way of finding one. As my previous mentor told me, when all else fails, use the GTS approach. Google That Shit.

[m4same]

Thanks! I thought there was more of a complicated or underground way of finding one. As my previous mentor told me, when all else fails, use the GTS approach. Google That Shit.

Many places have gay tourism websites that can start a rabbit hole.

[m4same]

Many places have gay tourism websites that can start a rabbit hole.

This forum is also a good source of travel information.

[m4same]

Once, I was on a nude beach called Super Paradise in Mykonos and saw a really well built and handsome guy in the gay area. He was around my age (mid 20s) and kept looking at me. We ended up going back to his room and having fun. The challenge was we had no common language. He spoke German (from Austria) and I spoke English. We had to communicate non-verbally but that didn't stop a good time. It is a great memory.

[+ Lucky]

@m4same, those of us who travel have long learned the universal language of sex. Desire triumphs even when languages are useless.

[CuriousByNature]

@m4same, those of us who travel have long learned the universal language of sex. Desire triumphs even when languages are useless.

I WISH. Before covid I travelled quite a bit, but the only language I learned was un poco de espanol. ?

[cany10011]

I WISH. Before covid I travelled quite a bit, but the only language I learned was un poco de espanol. ?

 

As long as you speak $$$$ that‘s all that really matters.

[liubit]

@m4same, those of us who travel have long learned the universal language of sex. Desire triumphs even when languages are useless.

You are right: cock-and-sign language takes you where you want to go.

[+ Lucky]

When I was moving from New York to the West Coast, my neighbor upstairs knocked on my door in New York. He said he had heard I was moving. He had once spotted me at the gym, but we didn't ever interact besides that. "Well," he said, "since you are moving I thought this was my chance to tell you I have always wanted you to fuck me. Can we do that?" I responded favorably, saying maybe we could do that sometime later, expecting that it would never happen since I wasn't really interested. He was having none of that! "How about right now?, he asked. "I want you to role play my coach fucking me."

So what do you think happened next? You are right. We did it. Not sure if he was totally satisfied with my role playing, but he got what he came for.

[CuriousByNature]

When I was moving from New York to the West Coast, my neighbor upstairs knocked on my door in New York. He said he had heard I was moving. He had once spotted me at the gym, but we didn't ever interact besides that. "Well," he said, "since you are moving I thought this was my chance to tell you I have always wanted you to fuck me. Can we do that?" I responded favorably, saying maybe we could do that sometime later, expecting that it would never happen since I wasn't really interested. He was having none of that! "How about right now?, he asked. "I want you to role play my coach fucking me."

So what do you think happened next? You are right. We did it. Not sure if he was totally satisfied with my role playing, but he got what he came for.

It amazes me how people are able to have these incredible experiences... in comparison, my life is so utterly boring and amorously uneventful! A fly on the wall of your place literally sees more action than I do...lol.

[m4same]

I was over 50 years old and walking in Manhattan. A handsome guy in his 20s was walking near me and kept looking at me before he approached and started a conversation. After a couple minutes, he asks if I am staying at a hotel. I told him we were right near my lodging when he asked if he could use my rest room. I thought about it and decided to take the risk and told him sure. When he was done peeing, we made good use of the room. Then he was gone and I continued my day with a big smile. Who ever knew that you could get lucky just walking down the street?

[Luv2play]

“There I was just walking down the street,

Singing do wa diddy

Diddy wa diddy do”

 

or something like that.

[sydneyboy]

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

How true!

[marylander1940]

yes, officer!

 

I made a turn without signaling on a rural road. A cop who looked like 1980s Tony Danza pulled me over. This was right outside a walled cemetery. He saw a gay porn mag in the back seat and started fondling himself as he asked me if I’d like to avoid points on my record. I said yes, of course. We went into the graveyard and behind a mausoleum. He dropped his pants and revealed a short but fat uncut cock with tons of delicious foreskin. I blew him twice, and he stroked me off.

 

Gentlemen: this is how a personal story should be told!

 

Men.com will be contacted soon, hopefully the story will be played in a video.

 

Thank you @Kent1972 !

[Kent1972]

Gentlemen: this is how a personal story should be told!

 

Men.com will be contacted soon, hopefully the story will be played in a video.

 

Thank you @Kent1972 !

Thank you for letting me know that this travel story thread exists! I have a few other stories from my wayward and dissolute youth.

[marylander1940]

Thank you for letting me know that this travel story thread exists! I have a few other stories from my wayward and dissolute youth.

 

we look forward to all the jerk off material you'll provide us. ?

[Philjl]

My story is when I learned that solo travel is the best time to really explore sexually! I was in St. Louis for a job interview just after graduate school and I was horny in my hotel room. It was back when there were those phone lines used for hooking up. So I decided to set up a group scene!

 

I managed to bring together 6 guys in my room that evening and had a hot orgy. My first ever group experience. While the guys were all pretty hot, there was one guy that I really connected with. He was shorter than me with a fantastic muscular body. A former college cheerleader. As the group was leaving, it was obvious that he and I wanted more. He stayed the night and we fucked all night long. Beautiful guy, hot sex and an amazing experience. Only problem was that I was exhausted the next morning when I had to drive six hours back to my home. But it was definitely worth it!

 

Now I always look for hot experiences any time I travel alone!

[m4same]

My story is when I learned that solo travel is the best time to really explore sexually! I was in St. Louis for a job interview just after graduate school and I was horny in my hotel room. It was back when there were those phone lines used for hooking up. So I decided to set up a group scene!

 

I managed to bring together 6 guys in my room that evening and had a hot orgy. My first ever group experience. While the guys were all pretty hot, there was one guy that I really connected with. He was shorter than me with a fantastic muscular body. A former college cheerleader. As the group was leaving, it was obvious that he and I wanted more. He stayed the night and we fucked all night long. Beautiful guy, hot sex and an amazing experience. Only problem was that I was exhausted the next morning when I had to drive six hours back to my home. But it was definitely worth it!

 

Now I always look for hot experiences any time I travel alone!

Thanks for the story. This could make a good movie. I am curious what all the guys looked like and did sexually.