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.
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.
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'm a drinker but only if its very watery. I have had a couple meetings with escorts where I expressed an interest in drinking from the tap as long as they were very well hydrated. They showed up with just their normal piss which was too strong for me to swallow. If they have a full bladder of watery piss I can drink a lot.
+ Yellowrod reacted to Whitman in What a load!
+ Yellowrod got a reaction from marylander1940 in Porn stars I wish I could hire
+ Yellowrod got a reaction from thetruth in Colt Magazine 2004
