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As a follow-up to my Lesbian Tales entitled TRAVELS, I will use the same approach with gay men telling stories about their sex life when they are travelling.
ROBERT (30 years-old. Single. Top gay. American. Clean-cut and handsome salesman.)
I was told Switzerland was pretty uptight when it came to sex. I don’t know if it depends which part of Switzerland you go to, but I found Geneva very open-minded. I travel to a different country in Western Europe every two years. I started that after university. I’m still in the closet to my parents and to people at work. I have a few sex buddies but we’re discreet. When I travel, I let my hair down (and my pants). I can get around in several languages and like to practice.
In Geneva, I sat at a café terrace along the promenade, looking at the lake. A tall middle-age man sat a few tables from me. He commented in French that I looked American. I said I was, but I continued to speak to him in French. He moved to my table. He looked like an actor, probably around 50. Very well-dressed. Nice face with a thin mustache. He asked personal questions about my trip and I asked him some about where he lived. He pointed to the hotel next to the café. He wasn’t a tourist. He lived in the hotel all year round. It was a very posh place and I had heard of people living all their life in a hotel in New York or Los Angeles. He must have been very wealthy. It was about 4 PM in the afternoon. He finished his beer and gave me his card which only had his name printed on it. He took out a pen from his shirt pocket and wrote “PH”. He said he was having a get together with some of his male friends and that I was invited to join them starting at 8PM. He made sure he emphasized “male” friends. I told him I would be there. He suggested I dress casually.
My hotel was a few blocks away from the lake and it was much more affordable. After dinner at the hotel restaurant, I got a shower and dressed in white shirt, black trousers and light sports jacket. I figured the “PH” meant penthouse (a friend of mine would have said “penis heaven”) so I took the elevator to the top floor which was in fact a floor and the roof. I gave my card to an older man dressed only in women’s panties. He took my clothes and put them in a plastic box with had a number. He told me to remember the number. He also gave me a blue arm band after he asked if I was top or bottom. I was stark naked when I walked into a room with about a dozen other young men, also complete naked. I took a glass of wine and walked around. Everyone was smiling and beautiful. I spotted the man who had invited me. He was also naked but older than all of us. He came over and kissed me on the lips. He wished me a good time. One could also go up to the roof where there were lawn chairs and mattresses. Large TV sets were showing films of men copulating. Men were coming over to me and kissing me on the lips then walking away. It was amazing to watch erections growing on everyone as the minutes passed by. A servant dressed in panties (another one) walked around and invited each of us to put our glass on a table with wheels which he was pushing around.
That was the signal. These other young men were obviously familiar with all this. I watched and learned. A thin dark-haired man kissed me and we hugged as hard cocks touched. My new friend wore a red arm band, so he was looking for a butch. He took me to a couch. We got head to toe. I would say all the men present had hooked up with a partner and were kissing and grabbing cock. Some started sucking like my partner and I. There must have been five couples on the floor or more, all young and younger. My partner and I were sucking away. He was experienced. I could feel my cock grow in his mouth and his instrument was rubbing against my palate. We intended to suck each other off, there was no question about it. He filled my mouth first and as soon as I felt his squirt hit the back of my mouth, I shot my load also. While I was swallowing and sucking him dry, I looked up and saw a few older naked men walking up the stairs to one side of the room where there was a mezzanine, or more like a balcony where these men sat down. I guess these were special guests who had been invited by the owner to watch us have sex. Raoul, my partner, and I finally got back face to face. We tongued each other’s mouth clean. He was very cute and younger than me. I was slowly learning how all this worked. There were six couples in the room, and they were set up to remain together. Raoul had a very inviting small ass, very white and hairless. We had only spoken to exchange first names. I grabbed his ass and he grabbed mine. We fingered each other’s hole while we kissed. We were both getting hard again. With my eyes, I showed him the balcony and the four or five men sitting there. I recognized the owner I had spoken to in the café. Raoul smiled and made binoculars with his hands over his eyes. Yes obviously they had come to watch. I moved Raoul around and he offered me his ass. I can’t tell you how excited I was to drive my hard tongue inside his tight hole. I tongue-fucked him and he moaned like a little bitch. That must have pleased our voyeur friends. A few of the neighboring couples were getting into position for a fuck. I wanted to take Raoul missionary style. He smiled. He raised his legs and put them on my shoulders. His hole was just about in the right spot. He was shorter than me, so I had to adjust. He spread his asscheeks so I could get my knob at the entrance of his boy pussy. We started kissing as my cock pushed slowly against the entrance to his ass. I told him to “relax” which is in a universal language. He did and I could slide in more easily. I was getting in an inch at a time. As I was getting more and more excited, the bigger my cock was getting and the harder it was to get in. Raoul was not a virgin, but he had not been fucked many times before.
I finally got in as far as I wanted. We kept on tongue kissing. He was just about to squirt again when I shot my load deep inside him. He squirted all over his stomach and we kissed passionately.
The evening continued as the individual couples blended and created a long oval daisy-chain of men sucking men. Then the chain became three choo-choo trains, side by side, with men licking ass. After all this was over, we all had a rest on the couches and mattresses. The older men had moved to the roof. Some of the young men left. Only Raoul and I and three other men stayed. I had had three orgasms but after a little rest, I was ready for more action.
We all moved to the roof. I certainly had the feeling that we had not only moved up one floor but move up in the scale in dirty sex between men. Five older men, including the owner, greeted us . There was a swimming pool on the roof and sheets of plastic in some areas on the floor. I noticed there was only about two or three feet of water in the pool. One could walk all over it. The floor of the roof was like artificial grass. The five older men were tanned, tall and quite handsome. They had a little extra fat but not much. They started cruising the younger men. It was older ones with five younger ones. They also had arm bands.
Two men were standing in the pool and pissing on each other. I was erect just watching them. I knew it was going to get dirty. The owner was now walking slowly towards me. Aside from the kiss, we had seen each other from a distance but that was all. He was a very handsome man, evenly tanned, his skin glistening with either sweat or a special oil I had seen someone distribute around. I was happy to see he had a red arm band (bottom). We were both half erect as we circled each other. I think he had been avoiding me on purpose. It was designed to increase of lust for each other. Ever since our talk at the café, we had been strongly attracted to each other. The other couples were busy, some of them doing dirty things to each other, their hose stuck in the other’s mouth like a hydrant. We finally kissed. He was a bit taller and bigger. We sucked nipples and moved our hands over each other’s hairy buttocks . We were considering sucking. I was at least. Then he whispered a word to my ear “Fuck”. The next few minutes were used to prepare for the fuck. He was on all fours and I was feasting on the black hole, prominent between his buttocks. After I had him moaning, I got into position and slid my stomach over his back. I moved my hard cock in the right position and slid it gently inside. Playing with his long nipples as I was slowly penetrating him, I could sense his body shivering with pleasure. We had been seeing this in our dreams since the café. I went all the way in, then back and forth slowly. We were watching out colleagues around us, some fucking, some sucking, all in younger-older pairs. Two were taking turns drinking from the other’s piss hose. We were fucking. I knew he was going to come first and he did sending spunk all over someone else’s back. I hurried and came also, secretly filling his hole.
We had three other sessions either alone or in a group before I continued my trip. I never came back, but I always remembered Geneva for other reasons besides the lake.
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RENALDO ( 55 years old. Italian. Truck driver and delivery man. Stocky. Single. Top.
I don’t travel for holidays. I travel when I drive my delivery truck to other countries like Greece, Bosnia, Albania or France. I was stuck in Athens after my delivery because the transmission in my truck had given up. Mechanics in Athens are not in a hurry. Nobody is in a hurry in Athens. So I had to wait three days for the truck. My company rented a room in a small hotel near the main plaka. It was good. Italians and Greeks we are very similar. Sometimes you can’t tell one from the other. I was looking at the beautiful Greek boys walking around the plaka but at my age I don’t have a chance. The plaka is surrounded by a lot of narrow winding streets and very small alleys connecting them. At night, it’s safe and is a good hunting ground for anonymous sex between men my age.
I started walking around the city and went into a small shopping mall. There was a MacDonald (yes !) and I stopped for a coffee. I was inside since it was getting hot in the sun. I was sitting facing the back of the shop a few tables from the wall. With his back against the wall, there was a man in uniform. I thought maybe he was a policeman but no, he we a guard probably inside the mall. They have guards but nothing ever happens. He was drinking his coffee and reading his newspaper. He looked up from his newspaper and smiled at me. I smiled back. He had a nice face, a little wrinkled like mine, but nice. He licked his lips. I couldn’t believe it. He was making signs at me like he wanted some. I didn’t respond at first because I thought it was a trap. Then I said to myself that he wouldn’t go to the trouble. He looked like he really wanted it. So I licked my lips also. I could see he was pleased. He folded his paper and moved his eyes sideways a few times which meant I should follow him.
He took the exit which went into the mall. I followed him 10 feet behind. He turned around a few times to make sure I was still there. He reached the Security room and opened the door, leaving it open for me, then closed it. Another man, our age was behind a large desk. He was also dressed in uniform. The man nodded to my friend who led me to the bathroom. It was a small room with a single toilet and a washbasin. He undid his belt and so did I. We were both in trousers. The trousers dropped to the floor and we slipped out of our shorts. We were both half erect. We finally kissed and hugged each other. I didn’t know if he wanted to suck or just jack off. We started out jacking each other’s cock which got bigger and bigger. We enjoyed kissing, We used our other hand to grab ass and play with the other’s hole. I was happy to jerk off with him. I didn’t want to marry him.
Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened and the man behind the desk came in. I was surprised and a bit shocked, but I didn’t have time to react. He knelt between us and took his partner’s cock in his mouth. I let go and he jerked it and sucked on it until my lover came and groaned. Then it was my turn. The other agent jerked me while he sucked my cock. I came a few minutes later.
I dressed and walked out into the mall after cleaning up a bit at the washbasin. The next day the mall was closed and got my truck back the following day. A few months later, I parked nearby on a delivery and walked over to the mall. I saw a man dressed in civilian clothes walk out of the security office, brushing off something on his shirt and drying his hands on his jeans. The two security guards had just put in another day’s work.
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WAYNE (British. Single. 25 years old. Good looking student. Bottom)
I always wanted to visit Florence and I arrived in April. It was a bit cool but then there were few tourists. I had booked a small hotel several blocks away from the main attractions. It was cheaper and seemed quieter. I imagined the narrow streets at night and the alleys possibly hearing the footsteps of beautiful young Italian studs. A friend of mine at university had had many interesting male adventures in Florence.
When I arrived at the hotel, there was a young man, early twenties, who greeted me with a big smile and made me fill out the form and took my passport. Then an older man appeared, well-dressed, a black mustache and wide shoulders. He was a bit pudgy but not much. He looked like a former athlete. He was probably the boy’s father. My Italian is ok in day to day conversation, so everything went well. The boy and I batting our eyelashes at each other. I suspect he was a bottom like me but that was ok. Something to pursue further.
I went up to the room and opened my suitcase since I was staying the week. I had the pleasure of a private shower (some floors at shower rooms in the hallway) and used it. I was just coming out of the shower dressed in only my towel when I heard a light knock at the door. It was the older man, the owner I suspected, who was coming up to see if I was comfortable and bringing me an extra roll of toilet paper. He was dressed much more casually in a sports shirt and blue shorts. He joked with me and said I would certainly have preferred if his assistant had shown up at the door. I went along with what seemed a come on and said I liked his assistant very much and thought he was very handsome. I guess the man wanted to clear the air telling me the young man I fancied was his assistant and not his son. He asked me if I liked it on my back or my stomach and I answered “my back”. He said his assistant had the same favorite position (which is what I had figured out). He said his assistant would certainly like to meet me in my room and that he could arrange it. I said yes of course. He picked up the phone and minutes later his assistant, also out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, arrived at the door. Paolo was his name.
The owner wanted to stay; it was obvious. Paolo and I ignored him as he disrobed and sat on a chair a few feet from the bed. Paolo and I had a piss together in the toilet and then took turns licking our salty knob. Paolo’s boss had started to masturbate while he watched us piss. We got on the bed and kissed passionately, rolling about, grabbing ass, pinching nipples, running our hands all over each other’s body. We got into a tight 69 and starting sucking. We both had a lot of experience. We played with our balls and stroked the space around our hole.
I glanced at the owner and he had stopped masturbating since he was close to orgasm and wanted to save it. I felt Paolo shoot his load in my mouth and I shot mine nearly immediately after. We had big loads. We eventually reunited face to face and kissed open mouth. After a few minutes rest, I wanted to taste Paolo’s beautiful ass. He got on all fours and so did I so I could lick his crack up and down a few times then poke my tongue inside. I suddenly felt a tongue against my own ass and then my hole. The owner was licking me while I was licking Paolo. I felt the owner’s (I never knew his name) cock brush against my hole and I braced myself while he penetrated me slowly. I knew Paolo was aware of what was going on behind his back (so to speak). I got fucked by a large cock and it was very pleasant. I finally stopped licking Paolo’s ass as he turned around on his back and gave me his cock to suck on. We continued this 3-way for a while. I was expecting the owner to ask Paolo to switch positions with me so he could fuck him but he didn’t do that.
We continued to have sporadic sex throughout the week but never did I see the owner and Paolo have sex. They had a family resemblance and I always wondered what went on when I wasn’t there. Next time I am Florence I’ll look up Paolo who left me his address. Maybe I’ll learn more. Until then, I can always fantasize.
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ADRIAN (British. 45 years-old. Athletic looking and handsome. Dark hair. Mostly top but versatile .
Tokyo is a very exciting city to discover. There is one problem, the language. Luckily the company I work for in London is a subsidiary of a large Japanese electronics company. The British employees at a certain level HAVE to learn Japanese, at least to read it and speak it. If we have to write, we have a few Japanese colleagues who can do it for us.
I have to go at least twice a year to Tokyo and Osaka. I now know people there and since I am fluent in the language, everything goes smoothly. We have this image of Japanese men and women as very conservative. I don’t know about the women, but the men are very sensual and downright naughty when they trust you. During my first trips, I was very attracted to some of the men I met but it would have never crossed my mind to make a pass at them the way I do in Britain. As the years went by, I noticed that a good percentage of the unmarried men I knew were gay. It didn’t take long for us to share experiences as soon as they were sure I would not expose them. There are many night clubs in the Red-Light district of Tokyo and they are full of men who love to drink before they go home. What must people don’t know is that a number of them become gay clubs at midnight. Some Japanese gay colleagues had taken me to a favorite club. There was an older man sitting at a table. My friends pointed him out to me. He was a well-known concert pianist. He must have been close to 60 and was very handsome with somewhat long (for Japan) white hair and a mustache. I was the only foreigner in the place. After midnight, we began to be a little cosier with each other around the table. After a few drinks, one of my friends went over to the musician’s table and invited him to join us. He accepted. His name was Kaito. He was surprised I spoke Japanese and I was surprised he would be seen in a pubic gay place. He said everyone in Japan knew he was gay ! My friends always treated me to the best when I was in Tokyo (and I returned the favor when they visited Britain). We all went to a members-only nude gay club within walking distance. We were to have a small dinner there. We took our clothes off and reunited around a table with some food. There were two small mattresses on top of rectangular wooden structures which were slightly above the lever of the tables. On each structure we could see two boys in 69. I don’t know how old they were but probably late teens. It was very erotic to watch them. Kaito sat next to me at dinner. It didn’t take long for us to stroke each other’s thigh and sporadically land a wet kiss on each other’s lips. I suspect my friends had planned the whole thing including our chance meeting at the club. We liked each other very much and it was just a matter of time before we got into it.
After dinner, the customers moved to another room which was covered by a mattress-like carpet. About 20 naked gay men and a huge mattress. It calls for an orgy. Even if some of us didn’t really need it, we had all had a shot of Viagra before the meeting. Kaito and I fell into each other’s arms and rolled on the mattress, hard cock against hard cock. We had been lusting after each other since the meeting at the club and our friends watched us finally get flesh to flesh, mouths exchanging saliva, hands roaming everywhere freely. Kaito’s moves were silent invitation from a bottom to a top. I wanted to prolong the pleasure and we gladly began our sex session with a sideways 69. We were both experts at sucking cock. We could measure the hardening of the other’s cock as we sucked, knew when to slow down and when to move a finger between those inviting buttocks. We could hear the sounds of men loving men all around us. Some were sucking, others just kissing and stroking while others were clearly fucking ass.
Kaito came first and followed immediately. We spent some time exchanging liquids with long open-mouth kisses. We were back into a erect mood within minutes (thank you Viagra). Kaito was ready to be taken. As if it was a Japanese ceremonial action, he got on all four for me to lick his ass. I rimmed his asshole with vigor and pleasure. He then turned on his back and lifted his legs inviting me to a missionary fuck. With his legs bent over my shoulders, I slowly penetrated his wet hole while we were mutually pinching each other’s nipples. I lowered my upper body so our mouth could meet again and finish what we had started earlier. We moaned in unison as we came. It was a good fuck even for a second orgasm.
The orgy continued and we mixed with a few groups, but we had had our fun. Kaito will be in a concert in London in 6 months. We have a date.
THE END
As a follow-up to my Lesbian Tales entitled TRAVELS, I will use the same approach with gay men telling stories about their sex life when they are travelling.
ROBERT (30 years-old. Single. Top gay. American. Clean-cut and handsome salesman.)
I was told Switzerland was pretty uptight when it came to sex. I don’t know if it depends which part of Switzerland you go to, but I found Geneva very open-minded. I travel to a different country in Western Europe every two years. I started that after university. I’m still in the closet to my parents and to people at work. I have a few sex buddies but we’re discreet. When I travel, I let my hair down (and my pants). I can get around in several languages and like to practice.
In Geneva, I sat at a café terrace along the promenade, looking at the lake. A tall middle-age man sat a few tables from me. He commented in French that I looked American. I said I was, but I continued to speak to him in French. He moved to my table. He looked like an actor, probably around 50. Very well-dressed. Nice face with a thin mustache. He asked personal questions about my trip and I asked him some about where he lived. He pointed to the hotel next to the café. He wasn’t a tourist. He lived in the hotel all year round. It was a very posh place and I had heard of people living all their life in a hotel in New York or Los Angeles. He must have been very wealthy. It was about 4 PM in the afternoon. He finished his beer and gave me his card which only had his name printed on it. He took out a pen from his shirt pocket and wrote “PH”. He said he was having a get together with some of his male friends and that I was invited to join them starting at 8PM. He made sure he emphasized “male” friends. I told him I would be there. He suggested I dress casually.
My hotel was a few blocks away from the lake and it was much more affordable. After dinner at the hotel restaurant, I got a shower and dressed in white shirt, black trousers and light sports jacket. I figured the “PH” meant penthouse (a friend of mine would have said “penis heaven”) so I took the elevator to the top floor which was in fact a floor and the roof. I gave my card to an older man dressed only in women’s panties. He took my clothes and put them in a plastic box with had a number. He told me to remember the number. He also gave me a blue arm band after he asked if I was top or bottom. I was stark naked when I walked into a room with about a dozen other young men, also complete naked. I took a glass of wine and walked around. Everyone was smiling and beautiful. I spotted the man who had invited me. He was also naked but older than all of us. He came over and kissed me on the lips. He wished me a good time. One could also go up to the roof where there were lawn chairs and mattresses. Large TV sets were showing films of men copulating. Men were coming over to me and kissing me on the lips then walking away. It was amazing to watch erections growing on everyone as the minutes passed by. A servant dressed in panties (another one) walked around and invited each of us to put our glass on a table with wheels which he was pushing around.
That was the signal. These other young men were obviously familiar with all this. I watched and learned. A thin dark-haired man kissed me and we hugged as hard cocks touched. My new friend wore a red arm band, so he was looking for a butch. He took me to a couch. We got head to toe. I would say all the men present had hooked up with a partner and were kissing and grabbing cock. Some started sucking like my partner and I. There must have been five couples on the floor or more, all young and younger. My partner and I were sucking away. He was experienced. I could feel my cock grow in his mouth and his instrument was rubbing against my palate. We intended to suck each other off, there was no question about it. He filled my mouth first and as soon as I felt his squirt hit the back of my mouth, I shot my load also. While I was swallowing and sucking him dry, I looked up and saw a few older naked men walking up the stairs to one side of the room where there was a mezzanine, or more like a balcony where these men sat down. I guess these were special guests who had been invited by the owner to watch us have sex. Raoul, my partner, and I finally got back face to face. We tongued each other’s mouth clean. He was very cute and younger than me. I was slowly learning how all this worked. There were six couples in the room, and they were set up to remain together. Raoul had a very inviting small ass, very white and hairless. We had only spoken to exchange first names. I grabbed his ass and he grabbed mine. We fingered each other’s hole while we kissed. We were both getting hard again. With my eyes, I showed him the balcony and the four or five men sitting there. I recognized the owner I had spoken to in the café. Raoul smiled and made binoculars with his hands over his eyes. Yes obviously they had come to watch. I moved Raoul around and he offered me his ass. I can’t tell you how excited I was to drive my hard tongue inside his tight hole. I tongue-fucked him and he moaned like a little bitch. That must have pleased our voyeur friends. A few of the neighboring couples were getting into position for a fuck. I wanted to take Raoul missionary style. He smiled. He raised his legs and put them on my shoulders. His hole was just about in the right spot. He was shorter than me, so I had to adjust. He spread his asscheeks so I could get my knob at the entrance of his boy pussy. We started kissing as my cock pushed slowly against the entrance to his ass. I told him to “relax” which is in a universal language. He did and I could slide in more easily. I was getting in an inch at a time. As I was getting more and more excited, the bigger my cock was getting and the harder it was to get in. Raoul was not a virgin, but he had not been fucked many times before.
I finally got in as far as I wanted. We kept on tongue kissing. He was just about to squirt again when I shot my load deep inside him. He squirted all over his stomach and we kissed passionately.
The evening continued as the individual couples blended and created a long oval daisy-chain of men sucking men. Then the chain became three choo-choo trains, side by side, with men licking ass. After all this was over, we all had a rest on the couches and mattresses. The older men had moved to the roof. Some of the young men left. Only Raoul and I and three other men stayed. I had had three orgasms but after a little rest, I was ready for more action.
We all moved to the roof. I certainly had the feeling that we had not only moved up one floor but move up in the scale in dirty sex between men. Five older men, including the owner, greeted us . There was a swimming pool on the roof and sheets of plastic in some areas on the floor. I noticed there was only about two or three feet of water in the pool. One could walk all over it. The floor of the roof was like artificial grass. The five older men were tanned, tall and quite handsome. They had a little extra fat but not much. They started cruising the younger men. It was older ones with five younger ones. They also had arm bands.
Two men were standing in the pool and pissing on each other. I was erect just watching them. I knew it was going to get dirty. The owner was now walking slowly towards me. Aside from the kiss, we had seen each other from a distance but that was all. He was a very handsome man, evenly tanned, his skin glistening with either sweat or a special oil I had seen someone distribute around. I was happy to see he had a red arm band (bottom). We were both half erect as we circled each other. I think he had been avoiding me on purpose. It was designed to increase of lust for each other. Ever since our talk at the café, we had been strongly attracted to each other. The other couples were busy, some of them doing dirty things to each other, their hose stuck in the other’s mouth like a hydrant. We finally kissed. He was a bit taller and bigger. We sucked nipples and moved our hands over each other’s hairy buttocks . We were considering sucking. I was at least. Then he whispered a word to my ear “Fuck”. The next few minutes were used to prepare for the fuck. He was on all fours and I was feasting on the black hole, prominent between his buttocks. After I had him moaning, I got into position and slid my stomach over his back. I moved my hard cock in the right position and slid it gently inside. Playing with his long nipples as I was slowly penetrating him, I could sense his body shivering with pleasure. We had been seeing this in our dreams since the café. I went all the way in, then back and forth slowly. We were watching out colleagues around us, some fucking, some sucking, all in younger-older pairs. Two were taking turns drinking from the other’s piss hose. We were fucking. I knew he was going to come first and he did sending spunk all over someone else’s back. I hurried and came also, secretly filling his hole.
We had three other sessions either alone or in a group before I continued my trip. I never came back, but I always remembered Geneva for other reasons besides the lake.
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RENALDO ( 55 years old. Italian. Truck driver and delivery man. Stocky. Single. Top.
I don’t travel for holidays. I travel when I drive my delivery truck to other countries like Greece, Bosnia, Albania or France. I was stuck in Athens after my delivery because the transmission in my truck had given up. Mechanics in Athens are not in a hurry. Nobody is in a hurry in Athens. So I had to wait three days for the truck. My company rented a room in a small hotel near the main plaka. It was good. Italians and Greeks we are very similar. Sometimes you can’t tell one from the other. I was looking at the beautiful Greek boys walking around the plaka but at my age I don’t have a chance. The plaka is surrounded by a lot of narrow winding streets and very small alleys connecting them. At night, it’s safe and is a good hunting ground for anonymous sex between men my age.
I started walking around the city and went into a small shopping mall. There was a MacDonald (yes !) and I stopped for a coffee. I was inside since it was getting hot in the sun. I was sitting facing the back of the shop a few tables from the wall. With his back against the wall, there was a man in uniform. I thought maybe he was a policeman but no, he we a guard probably inside the mall. They have guards but nothing ever happens. He was drinking his coffee and reading his newspaper. He looked up from his newspaper and smiled at me. I smiled back. He had a nice face, a little wrinkled like mine, but nice. He licked his lips. I couldn’t believe it. He was making signs at me like he wanted some. I didn’t respond at first because I thought it was a trap. Then I said to myself that he wouldn’t go to the trouble. He looked like he really wanted it. So I licked my lips also. I could see he was pleased. He folded his paper and moved his eyes sideways a few times which meant I should follow him.
He took the exit which went into the mall. I followed him 10 feet behind. He turned around a few times to make sure I was still there. He reached the Security room and opened the door, leaving it open for me, then closed it. Another man, our age was behind a large desk. He was also dressed in uniform. The man nodded to my friend who led me to the bathroom. It was a small room with a single toilet and a washbasin. He undid his belt and so did I. We were both in trousers. The trousers dropped to the floor and we slipped out of our shorts. We were both half erect. We finally kissed and hugged each other. I didn’t know if he wanted to suck or just jack off. We started out jacking each other’s cock which got bigger and bigger. We enjoyed kissing, We used our other hand to grab ass and play with the other’s hole. I was happy to jerk off with him. I didn’t want to marry him.
Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened and the man behind the desk came in. I was surprised and a bit shocked, but I didn’t have time to react. He knelt between us and took his partner’s cock in his mouth. I let go and he jerked it and sucked on it until my lover came and groaned. Then it was my turn. The other agent jerked me while he sucked my cock. I came a few minutes later.
I dressed and walked out into the mall after cleaning up a bit at the washbasin. The next day the mall was closed and got my truck back the following day. A few months later, I parked nearby on a delivery and walked over to the mall. I saw a man dressed in civilian clothes walk out of the security office, brushing off something on his shirt and drying his hands on his jeans. The two security guards had just put in another day’s work.
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WAYNE (British. Single. 25 years old. Good looking student. Bottom)
I always wanted to visit Florence and I arrived in April. It was a bit cool but then there were few tourists. I had booked a small hotel several blocks away from the main attractions. It was cheaper and seemed quieter. I imagined the narrow streets at night and the alleys possibly hearing the footsteps of beautiful young Italian studs. A friend of mine at university had had many interesting male adventures in Florence.
When I arrived at the hotel, there was a young man, early twenties, who greeted me with a big smile and made me fill out the form and took my passport. Then an older man appeared, well-dressed, a black mustache and wide shoulders. He was a bit pudgy but not much. He looked like a former athlete. He was probably the boy’s father. My Italian is ok in day to day conversation, so everything went well. The boy and I batting our eyelashes at each other. I suspect he was a bottom like me but that was ok. Something to pursue further.
I went up to the room and opened my suitcase since I was staying the week. I had the pleasure of a private shower (some floors at shower rooms in the hallway) and used it. I was just coming out of the shower dressed in only my towel when I heard a light knock at the door. It was the older man, the owner I suspected, who was coming up to see if I was comfortable and bringing me an extra roll of toilet paper. He was dressed much more casually in a sports shirt and blue shorts. He joked with me and said I would certainly have preferred if his assistant had shown up at the door. I went along with what seemed a come on and said I liked his assistant very much and thought he was very handsome. I guess the man wanted to clear the air telling me the young man I fancied was his assistant and not his son. He asked me if I liked it on my back or my stomach and I answered “my back”. He said his assistant had the same favorite position (which is what I had figured out). He said his assistant would certainly like to meet me in my room and that he could arrange it. I said yes of course. He picked up the phone and minutes later his assistant, also out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, arrived at the door. Paolo was his name.
The owner wanted to stay; it was obvious. Paolo and I ignored him as he disrobed and sat on a chair a few feet from the bed. Paolo and I had a piss together in the toilet and then took turns licking our salty knob. Paolo’s boss had started to masturbate while he watched us piss. We got on the bed and kissed passionately, rolling about, grabbing ass, pinching nipples, running our hands all over each other’s body. We got into a tight 69 and starting sucking. We both had a lot of experience. We played with our balls and stroked the space around our hole.
I glanced at the owner and he had stopped masturbating since he was close to orgasm and wanted to save it. I felt Paolo shoot his load in my mouth and I shot mine nearly immediately after. We had big loads. We eventually reunited face to face and kissed open mouth. After a few minutes rest, I wanted to taste Paolo’s beautiful ass. He got on all fours and so did I so I could lick his crack up and down a few times then poke my tongue inside. I suddenly felt a tongue against my own ass and then my hole. The owner was licking me while I was licking Paolo. I felt the owner’s (I never knew his name) cock brush against my hole and I braced myself while he penetrated me slowly. I knew Paolo was aware of what was going on behind his back (so to speak). I got fucked by a large cock and it was very pleasant. I finally stopped licking Paolo’s ass as he turned around on his back and gave me his cock to suck on. We continued this 3-way for a while. I was expecting the owner to ask Paolo to switch positions with me so he could fuck him but he didn’t do that.
We continued to have sporadic sex throughout the week but never did I see the owner and Paolo have sex. They had a family resemblance and I always wondered what went on when I wasn’t there. Next time I am Florence I’ll look up Paolo who left me his address. Maybe I’ll learn more. Until then, I can always fantasize.
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ADRIAN (British. 45 years-old. Athletic looking and handsome. Dark hair. Mostly top but versatile .
Tokyo is a very exciting city to discover. There is one problem, the language. Luckily the company I work for in London is a subsidiary of a large Japanese electronics company. The British employees at a certain level HAVE to learn Japanese, at least to read it and speak it. If we have to write, we have a few Japanese colleagues who can do it for us.
I have to go at least twice a year to Tokyo and Osaka. I now know people there and since I am fluent in the language, everything goes smoothly. We have this image of Japanese men and women as very conservative. I don’t know about the women, but the men are very sensual and downright naughty when they trust you. During my first trips, I was very attracted to some of the men I met but it would have never crossed my mind to make a pass at them the way I do in Britain. As the years went by, I noticed that a good percentage of the unmarried men I knew were gay. It didn’t take long for us to share experiences as soon as they were sure I would not expose them. There are many night clubs in the Red-Light district of Tokyo and they are full of men who love to drink before they go home. What must people don’t know is that a number of them become gay clubs at midnight. Some Japanese gay colleagues had taken me to a favorite club. There was an older man sitting at a table. My friends pointed him out to me. He was a well-known concert pianist. He must have been close to 60 and was very handsome with somewhat long (for Japan) white hair and a mustache. I was the only foreigner in the place. After midnight, we began to be a little cosier with each other around the table. After a few drinks, one of my friends went over to the musician’s table and invited him to join us. He accepted. His name was Kaito. He was surprised I spoke Japanese and I was surprised he would be seen in a pubic gay place. He said everyone in Japan knew he was gay ! My friends always treated me to the best when I was in Tokyo (and I returned the favor when they visited Britain). We all went to a members-only nude gay club within walking distance. We were to have a small dinner there. We took our clothes off and reunited around a table with some food. There were two small mattresses on top of rectangular wooden structures which were slightly above the lever of the tables. On each structure we could see two boys in 69. I don’t know how old they were but probably late teens. It was very erotic to watch them. Kaito sat next to me at dinner. It didn’t take long for us to stroke each other’s thigh and sporadically land a wet kiss on each other’s lips. I suspect my friends had planned the whole thing including our chance meeting at the club. We liked each other very much and it was just a matter of time before we got into it.
After dinner, the customers moved to another room which was covered by a mattress-like carpet. About 20 naked gay men and a huge mattress. It calls for an orgy. Even if some of us didn’t really need it, we had all had a shot of Viagra before the meeting. Kaito and I fell into each other’s arms and rolled on the mattress, hard cock against hard cock. We had been lusting after each other since the meeting at the club and our friends watched us finally get flesh to flesh, mouths exchanging saliva, hands roaming everywhere freely. Kaito’s moves were silent invitation from a bottom to a top. I wanted to prolong the pleasure and we gladly began our sex session with a sideways 69. We were both experts at sucking cock. We could measure the hardening of the other’s cock as we sucked, knew when to slow down and when to move a finger between those inviting buttocks. We could hear the sounds of men loving men all around us. Some were sucking, others just kissing and stroking while others were clearly fucking ass.
Kaito came first and followed immediately. We spent some time exchanging liquids with long open-mouth kisses. We were back into a erect mood within minutes (thank you Viagra). Kaito was ready to be taken. As if it was a Japanese ceremonial action, he got on all four for me to lick his ass. I rimmed his asshole with vigor and pleasure. He then turned on his back and lifted his legs inviting me to a missionary fuck. With his legs bent over my shoulders, I slowly penetrated his wet hole while we were mutually pinching each other’s nipples. I lowered my upper body so our mouth could meet again and finish what we had started earlier. We moaned in unison as we came. It was a good fuck even for a second orgasm.
The orgy continued and we mixed with a few groups, but we had had our fun. Kaito will be in a concert in London in 6 months. We have a date.
THE END
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