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Any luck with hotel staff?


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1 hour ago, thedanNYC said:

Thanks for posting such a wonderful story! I hope to have some more stories of my own to share soon now that things are getting back to normal (monkeypox aside 🙈).

I’m glad you enjoyed it, mate! I enjoyed your stories too! I’m looking forward to your further tales with hotel staff! 😛

I’ve a few other tales of my wanton ways with hotel staff, if I get some time I’ll post another. But like you, I’m hoping for more adventures too now that traveling for work is back on 👍🏻
 

BBD 

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Thought of this topic when I just checked into one of my regular spots…and one of the two valets was so cute. I had “luck” with staff (a valet in particular) about 4 years ago at this same property so I was tempted to push our casual chat a bit….but let it go for now. I’m here 4 days 😉

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On 10/17/2023 at 10:45 PM, BuffaloKyle said:

Reading all the stories in this thread makes me really wanna try to get with a staff member next time I'm staying at a hotel. I think gay guys make great employees in hospitality because you have to be friendly, empathetic, and talkative which is something straight guys are not always the best at.

I vote you do it. We need some more sexy stories to read!

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I posted this in another thread about bellboys but it fits here, too.

Once while staying at a high end hotel in San Diego, a bellman brought up breakfast, I'd say in his early thirties, athletically built and handsome. I was in a bathrobe with a pair of boxers underneath. My laptop was on the desk and happened to be open to Adam4Adam. He noticed and commented. Something about his comment let me know he was interested, and before you know it the robe was open and he was on his knees. He both deep throated and swallowed.  In chatting briefly afterwards I found out he'd done some gay porn.

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I have had a couple of hotel staff experiences in Paris. Once, some years ago, I was staying in a 2 star hotel (great location, unremodeled 1900 building - today it's a four-star, unfortunately) and had been out to one of those really sleazy sex clubs Paris was so famous for. I crawled back to the hotel in the wee hours, totally drained, covered in cum and who knows what else, and had to ring for the night attendant for entry. And ring, and ring, and ring. I could see through the front door to the desk, and finally a fine specimen of a young Frenchman stood up behind the counter, with no sign of any clothes. He came to the door, his shirt around his waist, and let me in. When he went back behind the counter to get my room key, his trick for the night, a hot young African immigrant stud, stood up behind the counter next to him. Had I not been totally spent by the evening's prior activities, there would have been a 3-way behind the front counter. 

On another occasion, I had decided to try a gay hotel. The proprietor was gay, but most of the clientele weren't. After I got settled in my room, the proprietor came up and asked if he could do anything for me. One thing led to another and I ended up fucking him. He said we should do it again, and that I could stay in the hotel anytime I wanted to for free. I didn't take him up on it because he had the stereotypically poor French bathing habits, including dingleberries. We didn't do it again, and I never stayed there again. Not that a gay hotel was necessary to get laid in Paris, at a time when most bars had free sex "caves" and T-rooms were common. I found hotel rooms better suited to recharging my batteries for another day's easily-had debauchery. 

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1 hour ago, Whippoorwill said:

I have had a couple of hotel staff experiences in Paris. Once, some years ago, I was staying in a 2 star hotel (great location, unremodeled 1900 building - today it's a four-star, unfortunately) and had been out to one of those really sleazy sex clubs Paris was so famous for. I crawled back to the hotel in the wee hours, totally drained, covered in cum and who knows what else, and had to ring for the night attendant for entry. And ring, and ring, and ring. I could see through the front door to the desk, and finally a fine specimen of a young Frenchman stood up behind the counter, with no sign of any clothes. He came to the door, his shirt around his waist, and let me in. When he went back behind the counter to get my room key, his trick for the night, a hot young African immigrant stud, stood up behind the counter next to him. Had I not been totally spent by the evening's prior activities, there would have been a 3-way behind the front counter. 

On another occasion, I had decided to try a gay hotel. The proprietor was gay, but most of the clientele weren't. After I got settled in my room, the proprietor came up and asked if he could do anything for me. One thing led to another and I ended up fucking him. He said we should do it again, and that I could stay in the hotel anytime I wanted to for free. I didn't take him up on it because he had the stereotypically poor French bathing habits, including dingleberries. We didn't do it again, and I never stayed there again. Not that a gay hotel was necessary to get laid in Paris, at a time when most bars had free sex "caves" and T-rooms were common. I found hotel rooms better suited to recharging my batteries for another day's easily-had debauchery. 

No bidet?

C'mon maybe you caught him unprepared. 

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