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When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

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4 hours ago, m4same said:

Sorry to ask such a personal question.  But I was curious. 

All good. No secrets. I had the time of my life at UCLA. Tons of sex in the dorms (and in the rooftop of the Bradley Hall) so cannot complain 😬

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On 7/1/2024 at 10:36 PM, Whippoorwill said:

When I was in my early 20's I was traveling around the world with backpack and sandles, and seriously cock-hunting. One day, I was in Hong Kong waiting for the Star Ferry, and up he walked. He engaged me in conversation, and it turned out he was a local Chinese boy and had just graduated from high school. We went out to lunch together, and at some point he asked me if I had ever had sex with another boy. I never said YES so quickly. He spent the next three nights in my bed at the YMCA in Kowloon, which is actually a very nice hotel with views of the Harbor. At some point we were joined by a gay classmate of his. We three went to the private beach that belonged to his Catholic high school, and his friend photographed the two of us fucking in the showers. I don't know where one got porn photos developed in HK, but they obviously did. We spent our days being tourist and shopping and our nights fucking. After three days he moved out of his parent's house to rent himself a room at the Y. Alas I was flying out to meet my parents in Hawaii (that's another story) so we parted, me now a confirmed rice queen. I promised to keep in touch, but of course didn't. But I will never forget being fucked so mercilessly, and quickly became a confirmed bottom as well. 

Thanks for sharing. Hot

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Anyone have a good travel sex story they would be willing to share? When I was in New Delhi a few years ago, I met a guy on a hookup app.  We planned to meet at my hotel.  He texted and asked if he could invite a third to join us.  I replied that it would be ok, though I knew nothing about the guy.  Near the time we were supposed to meet in the lobby, my contact said that due to traffic, he had to back out.  The third showed up, we figured out the connection, and we played.  I was just lucky that there was mutual attraction.  

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Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I  talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth.

After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. 

This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity. 

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Thank you.  What a great writer and keen observer you are.  I greatly appreciate your suggestion that sexual expression can be more easily integrated without shame into life in another part of the world.  

Decades ago the chief Buddhist monk on the-then main street in Chiang Mai picked me up as I toured his temple.  The "affair" lasted several weeks, and our primary place to rendezvous was in his room at the temple.  At that time it was hard for me as a Westerner to understand his unconcern to be secretive particularly given his elevated position.  Hinvited me to his hometown for a festival and was proud to introduce me as his Western friend.  We stayed with his mother and made love in his room.  I don't recall there being a need to close a door or be hush hush.  He told me that a significant number of Buddhist monks are gay.

At that time tattoos were for me quite exotic, and I found those on the backs of Thai men to be very sexy and hot. Perhaps incorrectly I learned that such tattoos differentiated a man and suggested he was from neighboring Burma.  To this day I have a great desire to visit Myanmar.

Bike-driven cabbies tried mightily to take me to brothels for females.  I still remember how to say in Thai "I like men not women."  In one instance a driver parked his cab where other cabbies had come to rest for the night, and I fucked him right there.  

One difference between you and me is that I was relieved upon my return to the US to be once again be intimate with men with body hair.  I have since shed that preference.

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On 6/26/2024 at 2:50 AM, uclablueyes said:

This time I picked a MisterBandB with a “shared space” configuration, meaning I would be sharing the bed with the host.

I never realized such a thing existed.  How much info / pics do you share with the host before the stay?

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17 hours ago, Colton said:

I never realized such a thing existed.  How much info / pics do you share with the host before the stay?

Not that much. You put your profile up and that’s the only photo you share (whatever you want to share). MisterBnB will certify your ID separately to make sure it matches your CC but the host doesn’t get to see it. I have only had fab experiences with it 

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1 hour ago, uclablueyes said:

Not that much. You put your profile up and that’s the only photo you share (whatever you want to share). MisterBnB will certify your ID separately to make sure it matches your CC but the host doesn’t get to see it. I have only had fab experiences with it 

But aren’t you sharing a bed?

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On 8/29/2024 at 8:38 PM, Whippoorwill said:

Some years ago I spent a week in Thailand, at a time when it seemed the country's principal business was sex tourism. I got in a cab at the airport and headed to town. The driver handed me a bunch of profusely illustrated brochures that were sitting on the front seat, advertising straight brothels. Seeing I wasn't really into it, he opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a handful of brochures with boys. I somewhat sheepishly took a selection. After checking into my hotel, I went out boy shopping, checking several places from the brochures. The places invariably had a room with a picture window, behind which scantily-dressed boys were sitting around. When I got to a place with a selection I really liked, I  talked to several, and picked my dreamboat. And by the time the week was over, I had come to believe that there is hardly a person in the country who is not beautiful, at least as a youth.

After paying the fee to the papasan, Aroon doffed some beautiful semi-traditional Thai clothes, and off we went went back to my hotel. The doorman and the desk clerk smiled at us ear to ear...as Aroon told me, they would be very disappointed if you came home alone. The next day he took me to his (and his parents') home, to get a change of clothes, introduce me to his mother, and, I think, to give Mama some cash. It was a modest but beautiful traditional teak house in the water, on stilts. We had such a good time, we spent the whole week together...he tourguide by day and bedmate by night. He was interested in going to fancier westernized restaurants than I would have picked, but I got to see things I never would have on my own. And I also got to experience a culture that is not as nuts about sex as our Judeo-Christian culture...a culture where sex was considered good and normal, a culture where escorting is just fine, thank you, and a culture where the buying and selling of sex is a dignified, classy operation, in the light of day, without embarrassment. 

This experience became my ideal about how sex fits into a sane culture, with pride and no shame. What a concept! And it also cemented my love of Asian boys, and Thai's in particular, whom I find both physically and spiritually beautiful. This is one thing that brought me to live in San Francisco, and has proved true to today. And I have found some beautiful boys on this site that bring me the same pleasures Aroon did so many years ago. I only wish they could feel as publicly free as I experienced in Thailand. I can see American sex shame affect their self-image. Tis a pity. 

Thanks for sharing your experience.  I have never experienced anything like that.

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17 hours ago, uclablueyes said:

You are indeed. 
you see his profile on the app and he sees yours but the image you pic is whatever you choose but it needs to be PG 

I just assumed "shared space" meant you were in separate bedrooms in the host's home.  A shared bed is totally different.  Is the for real?

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And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward. 

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8 hours ago, Whippoorwill said:

And I thought I was an indiscriminate slut. Years ago, before AirBnb and Misterbandb, I was part of a gay consortium that brokered spare bedrooms in gay households for tourists. While I did have the delicious experience of renting my spare bedroombathroom and then deflowering an 18-yr old virgin who came to San Francisco for just that purpose, it never occurred to me to rent half of my bed sight-unseen. I guess it's no more random than a tryst in a park or the baths, but the idea of not being able to get rid of a bedmate with a week's reservation could be awkward. 

You still can approve who comes to your house based on their photos but true that one thing is their photos and another their personality. 

Some are being more overt than others because this guy is really advertising something else than just bed sharing: 

WWW.MISTERBANDB.COM

Gay apartment in Madrid, Spain starting at $23. Very cozy, sexy and comfortable. I am a nudist guy. Write me for more...

 

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