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Of course we shouldn’t feel ashamed. What rubbish! It is not standard issue, but many things are not standard issue and conforming to other people’s norms is tiresome and limiting. What matters is the same thing that matters in any connection with another person – is it honest, transparent, non-exploitative, respectful, caring, an equal exchange? If it is not these things, then possibly we should be ashamed of ourselves. If it is these things for both parties, then it is a good thing. Many of my friends and family know about my relationship with Bangkok Guy. The initial reaction might be cautious, but after talking with him over Line, hearing me speak of him and seeing his photo around the house, its is accepted and now they ask about him. After seeing that it is a real friendship, they are fine. I think people react to the vibe that is given off. They might stare initially because Spring/Autumn is not the norm, but once they see a friendship they are fine and they put away their judgmental faculties. The same question can be put to the Spring part of the equation. I asked Bangkok Guy what people thought about him having an old Falang boyfriend. His first reaction was ‘you not old’, a nice piece of loyalty for which I thanked him and put aside. Then came the awkward body language indicating that there was something negative, because as he does not voice negative things it comes out as body language, and ‘I make my own decisions’. So clearly not everyone in his circle thinks our relationship is a good thing. He wants an older Falang boyfriend. He told me he had asked Buddha for one. ‘So Buddha lead me to you?’ “Yes” ‘I need to go to temple and talk to Buddha’, at which he looked alarmed until I continued ‘I need to say thank you’ which brought a big smile. It came out that one of the things he prays for at temple is that I will love him, which led to a penny dropping. Last time I asked him what he wanted for his birthday we went through the usual cycle from plain silly, because he likes pulling my chain (“Apartment building, that one there, is small, you can buy”. It was not small), through aspirational to see if I will bite (“Motorbike’, no I am too poor), to what he really wants “You give me money to go temple save cow”. Saving cow “Is for Lucky”. I am afraid that the contrast between ‘motorbike’ and ‘save cow’ struck me as so wide that I almost fell off the bed trying not to laugh, while he watched tolerantly because sometimes with Falang that is all you can do. The dropping penny was ‘When you save cow, what you pray for?’ A wickedly mischievous grin and with great conviction “Now you love me Long Time”. I don’t think he is ashamed, and neither am I.

What movie you are talking about? Over years I met grand total of 32 members, many multiple times and none of then even remotely matched your description neither in looks nor subject of conversation

Having struggled and failed to be straight in my younger days, I've always felt that I was "owed" a younger companion in my dotage. The more salient question is "should younger guys be embarrassed about being seen with us?" The issue of them being seen as mbs arises. I recall the first time I accompanied P. outside Boyztown, not sure how I would feel in his company and how he would feel about being seen with me. it was painless for both and this has remained so for twenty years from Chiang Rai to Krabi. A significant moment occurred after three years when we attended a temple fair across the road from Boyztown. He insisted on holding my hand- something we always do now- and I was a surprised that he, a devout Buddhist, chose to do so there of all places. It may have been a significant decision on his part because I remember his participating in some devotions while I watched.

speaking of which....have you been to any Dr lately for any life threatening ailments, from your cock sucking adventures?

Older women chasing younger men are called "cougars", and many young women are envious of them. So who cares what they really think, but jealousy sounds accurate to me.

Must have been a dozen or so customers tonight at Nice Boys when I was there. Seems to be doing well. In fact it was so busy I was able to get an extra chuck wow in without having to buy the boy I was with a drink! No one noticed apparently. Or maybe they did and let it go. Still bar bill was over 1,000 baht.

I feel a great deal of shame. And I expect the virile, handsome young men to punish me for my nasty ways. Repeatedly.

If I didn't know better, Olddaddy, I'd think you're not the people person you make out to be.

I've met around a dozen members from the 3 forums over the years and none fit your description. You need to get out more.

You shouldn't always believe that these questions are suggestive. They are simply very typical questions in many parts of Southeast Asia and the Pacific. And when they're asked of foreigners, it's not to elicit possible sexual opportunities! ☺️ Have you eaten? Have you bathed? Where did you just come from? Are you married? How many children do you have? We, as foreigners, are asked these questions thousands of time -- with the first three asked even by close friends every time you see them (your response should always be "Yes" or "Over there" even if it's not true). It's just what they say as a general greeting. Only for the last two questions do they expect a real answer. In the West, we typically ask people where they grew up, where they went to school, and what kind of work they do. We always expect truthful responses. Yeah, it's culture.

Do you have so much time on your hands that you indulge posts like this? If you find it objectionable, perhaps this isn't the site for you.

Why in the world are you concerned about comments on TikTok? 🤡

Pictorial Interlude Lumpini Park Jupiter 2018 Furama Silom View from balcony Legendary Status

Day 6 Following an early morning jog at the Ibis Styles Silom gym, I felt the need for a massage. In my itinerary notes, I had marked Ssense Massage as "carnal," distinguishing it from other categories like "sex" or "normal." I anticipated an experience akin to Arena rather than Jey Spa or Prime Massage. However, those expectations were not met. It appears that experiences at Ssense might vary, or perhaps there's a secret menu, but the establishment offered a passable Thai massage in a small, curtained space. When compared to Prime Massage, which represented the pinnacle of ambiance and skill, Ssense fell well short. Fortunately, they accepted credit cards, sparing my envelope cash budget. The cost for a 90-minute massage was slightly higher than Prime's, at 700 baht. With the minor additional fee for credit card usage and tip, the total came to about 1000 baht with tip. The masseur, a young man, was competent, but the lack of privacy in the curtained room was noticeable. The foot massage station was mere feet away, separated only by thin layer of fabric. To make matters worse, a frequent flicking of a light switch in the common area was distracting. The studio's limited space, especially challenging for someone of my height (6' 2"), necessitated unconventional methods like pressing my legs against a wall during stretches. Overall, the experience was unremarkable, though its proximity to Silom Road was convenient. Yet, I doubt its ability to compete with other massage parlors nearer to the main areas. The highlight of the day came later that evening with my visit to Jupiter 2018. On my itinerary, Jupiter Bar seemed perfectly tailored to my preferences, known for muscular, model-like figures with stone expressions and dead-inside eyes. Admittedly, this type appeals to me. I’m learning more about myself. Originally, I planned to visit on Day 2, which was essentially the first full day of my trip. However, the unexpected events at the Ibis Sytles Silom Pool Party significantly altered the first leg of my trip. As 10 PM neared, I confidently approached Jupiter Bar, now seasoned from several massage sessions and visits to MB bars. With my baht neatly sorted by denomination, rather than haphazardly crumpled, I was promptly escorted to my table by a diminutive waiter. He was quite adorable in his little fancy black dress clothes, identifiable as offable by his garish numbered tag, but that evening, my interest lay elsewhere. While I can appreciate a slender build, my preference was set on meat I could sink my teeth into. However, my evening was soon deflated by the presence of a live singer, energetically performing renditions of pop songs from years past. He tried his best to engage the audience, which consisted mostly of groups of giggling Asian girls and their friends. Despite his talent, there was a noticeable air of desperation in his attempts to involve the crowd, which largely comprised either these bashful girls reluctant to participate in his karaoke-like performance, or dirty old men, like myself, who were dismayed by this interlude and wanted shirtless men grinding. Within a seemingly endless twenty minutes of the grating live music, the show finally commenced, and it was nothing short of spectacular. Dozens of men, resembling models with the build of elite varsity athletes, entered the club. They maintained dour expressions, shirtless, and as the show progressed, they alternated between various styles of pants and underwear. Among them, one in particular caught my eye: light-skinned, with a square jaw, long flowing hair, and a piercing glare. Why so mad? Maybe I can change him? The performance included a few quirky, kitschy dance numbers featuring a ladyboy and a select few of the models, including the one, Mad Boy, who had captivated my attention. His body rolls to "Sexy" by French Affair were a standout, prompting me to signal the waiter at once to bring him over. It was amusing to see the waiter relocate my seat neighbor to the back of the bar. He was an Asian man in his 50s and had secured a prime front-and-center seat but judging by his undisturbed glass of Coca Cola, no ice, he seemed to have been occupying that spot for quite some time. After Mad Boy’s dance routine was over he eventually came to my table to take place of my departed neighbor for a beer I had purchased for him. Shirtless and brooding, he kept his focus straight ahead as I tried to engage in some light banter. He could speak good English but he had little to say. At this point, hornier and exhausted as ever I decided to hell with it and to off him before he could even get halfway through his Singha. I desperately needed get him out of his black pants he had been wearing during his dance routine taunting with a thrusting crotch now that said crotch was inches away. We made quick time to the hotel and at this point, likely knowing a tip was on the line, he began to warm up, craking a smile every so often and even shooting me compliments. In the hotel room we got to business and he allowed me complete control over his completely smooth and flawless body to lick him up and down and worship his muscles like I was a depraved kitten. I also finally got to take full advantage of the jewel box shower in the Ibis Styles hotel watching him lather up in the shower. We ended the experience with mutual masturbation and he was on his way. I suspect it was all about 3000 baht between the off fee and tips. At this point, its been made clear that my grasp of what I was spending should be taken loosely but I suspected it was a very good value even if the ST was rather tame compared to some other hookups. Nevertheless, he was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen and Jupiter 2018 secured its place as my favorite MB bar of the trip. I had a note that I went dancing on this day and nearly forgot that afterwards at about 2am I went to G Bangkok but the atmosphere was a huge departure from the weekend as this was now mid-week. It was very empty about thirty people in the cavernous dance hall that before held hundreds and now spotted a couple girls. I did make out with a chubby Thai boy in his twenties so not a total bust - it was mostly uneventful. Left in an hour.

That sounds like him, it's his MO, it's no surprise.

This is a typical conversation between two old people: a long discussion on what really happened. Just imagine how much fun you two will have if you meet.

Says the guy who sent both messages.

That's very sad actually,I feel sorry for the old bloke

I have.

Fortunately, i am keen to meet anyone with similar interest with me, regardless of age. Not sure how me meeting other forum members are affecting you? Are u in pattaya? Do u want to meet?

Buddhism has nothing against same gender relationships.

Don't worry these 'miserable men' don't want to hang out with you either. What a horrible comment they are human being why are you so vicious?

exactly, just returned from there yesterday. During my 3 weeks there official rate stay at 347 while informal ' blue' one varied between 880 and 1000 depending on the day and place ( best rates are in Buenos) so devaluation means just injection of reality. With that rate at the moment country is extremely good value for money. If booking hotels try to secure 'payment at the hotel 'option as it may save a lot of money if one will be allowed to pay in pesos obtained by informal exchange. Main inconvenience is actually counting money, highest denomination is 2000 but is rarely seen so for 100 $ bill one will receive brick of 100 of 1000 peso notes. Good news is never even 1 note was missing from the brick. But imagine paying 18000 taxi fare to EZE airport with 1000 peso notes, 18 of them.

distribution of money doesn't equal multiplying it

Why ? My late father used to say that prostitution is a job like any other and at least is not dusty job

Then there is the "Jennifer Syndrome" where an older married man ditches his wife to hook up with a much younger lady. People may give such a couple a look but that's all because it is now relatively common.

I stopped caring what busybodies I don't know think a long time ago. I am happy to spend time with my much younger friends/sugar babies in pretty much any venue. It's been my experience that most other people are too caught up in their own issues to care about how much younger my companion happens to be than I am. It's not like we're fucking in public so our relationship could be all sorts of different things.

Absolutely not. It's not as though my much younger partner and I hold hands while walking down the street (although I have no problem with those who do that) or French kiss while waiting at a Skytrain station (which I have seen gay farang tourists do!) In Thailand I have never once had any problems. When an earlier Thai partner and I visited Venice 20 years ago, he was a little surprised that some others in the breakfast lounge tended to look at us. I asked him at which tables, whereafter I started to spend time staring at the people sitting at those particular tables. They soon stopped! I am not on any social media platforms other than the gay apps. What people who read them think is their business. I could not be bothered in the slightest.

My behaviour does not harm anyone - in fact, we both benefit from the transaction. So nothing to be ashamed of.

If you live your life in fear of what others think and in denial of yourself, your latter years will be marked by regret and self-hated.

Day 7 After a leisurely morning, I needed to change my accommodations for the final leg of my trip, as planned, opting for the more upscale Furama Hotel Silom at $100 US per night, a significant increase from the $40 nightly rate at Ibis Styles Silom. My aim was to conclude my journey on a luxurious note. Although Furama Hotel is a bit further from the bustling Silom 4 area, its location still allows for convenient access, either by a brisk walk or a quick tuk-tuk ride for 100 baht. I indulged myself by staying in an executive suite on the top floor, which granted me access to the executive lounge. There, I enjoyed unlimited Singha Soda Water and took advantage of the breakfast buffet, though I chose just a single piece of French toast and a piece of chicken through my 3-day stay. Didn’t eat much this trip. The room at Furama Hotel was notably more spacious than my previous accommodation. It featured a large bathroom, which intriguingly included a glass-enclosed room for the toilet – a design choice that might appeal to some. The suite also boasted a large couch, an executive desk, and a balcony. While the balcony was somewhat neglected and not fully accessible, it provided sweeping vistas of downtown Bangkok, beautifully illuminating the Iconsiam shopping mall at night. However, while Ibis was modern and contemporary - Furama certainly was showing signs of age with stained hallway carpets and scuffed wood cabinetry. It is unclear I’d stay here again but I did like the executive lounge for its convenience of coffee, water and ability to stroke my ego as I strode by wide-eyed tourists in the “main” restaurant. Upon settling into my room at the Furama Hotel, I opened the Grindr app, curious about the reactions to a new presence in the area. I sifted through an overwhelming number of messages and requests, possibly the most attention I've ever garnered on the app. This was likely due to a mix of curiosity about a foreign visitor and others who were professionally inclined and on-the-clock. Among the numerous contacts, one individual stood out for his straightforward approach, which resonated with my no-nonsense style. After minimal conversation, he arrived at my door, ready to engage. He presented himself as a "model" and was quite proficient in English. While he had a fit physique, he was not quite what one might call an Adonis. Clearly in his thirties yet maintaining a youthful appearance, our encounter was enjoyable but brief. We didn’t delve into personal details, and once he left, it marked the end of our fleeting connection. It wouldn’t be long until I was back on the prowl. While the Furama Hotel was a bit more distant from the Silom 4 area, it was conveniently situated just a block away from Arena Massage. This proximity presented me with the opportunity to rectify my Day 1 tipping scandal with Mr. Olympia and the regrettable underestimation of that 'Bad Boy.' It was time for my triumphant return to Arena. This time, as I entered Arena, there was no 'elf' on the balcony to guide me, but I had grown accustomed to the worn plaza. I quickly made my way to the familiar setting of the gym/waiting room, which had a distinct, almost prison-like ambiance. While the attendant and his helper remained the same and were happy to greet me the entire line up had changed! Alas, even sex workers get days off. Judgement time. I was greeted by the familiar lineup of masseurs, their expressions ranging from the familiar scowls to grins. This time, the selection wasn't quite as striking as I had remembered, perhaps reflecting the weekday 'B' team as opposed to the more impressive weekend lineup I had encountered earlier. Nonetheless, there was a sufficient variety of beef to satiate my appetite among any of them. Ultimately, I chose a masseur who bore a resemblance to Mr. Olympia, whose name I now recalled as Tom. However, this new choice, while similar, was leaner and shorter. Despite the allure of the more muscular and beefy masseurs and the testosterone-charged aura they created, I keep finding myself consistently drawn to the more bro, model-like figures. A “type” that is getting harder to ignore. The massage session at Arena turned out to be another remarkable experience. Enhanced by a masseur who was not only skilled in massage but also keen to engage more intimately after a thorough 30-minute back massage. He proved to be an adept top, impressively endowed, and demonstrated a sensual and attentive approach, ensuring a mutual climax. Contrasting with Tom, he even joined me for a post-session shower, a gesture that had been rare during this trip, except for the overly enthusiastic Chinese masseur from Pattaya who had been continuously messaging me with declarations of affection and desire. Now, I had also learned my lesson regarding the tip and was sure to give him 2000 baht in the VIP room before trying to awkwardly fumble with bills surrounded by an audience. At the exit, they changed up the "survey" that was provided - the only massage place in Bangkok that provides customers a written satisfaction survey, even inquiring if a masseur joins in a shower - it may look rough but it is THE preeminent raunchy massage parlor on this planet. Previously I had given Tom, excellent marks across the board though I was reeling and unsure. In contrast, now I could confidently give this latest Olympian the same top score. As mentioned earlier, the host at this point did not even play act giving me back change for the VIP room knowingly keeping the 1000 baht and it was well deserved. Back at the hotel, I planned to visit DJ Station/G Bangkok for another night out. However, despite my attempt to take a brief nap, exhaustion and jetlag ultimately prevailed. I succumbed to sleep by 6 PM. Two more days remain...

It is your personal issue wether you feel ashamed or not. But you know how people think of you screwing asians that are your grandsons age. Many people do controversial things in their lives, some of them feel ashamed, some don't. However, the society as a whole do have negative views on these controversial people though.

When Thai people see you as a close friend or have deep respect for you they refuse to receive money they will accept small amounts as gratitude if you insist but if you are paying more that can make them offended I learnt it over the years and if they refuse I don't insist. It's completely different culture then ours and sometimes it causes misunderstandings .

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Indeed, there is rarely a year without this, schools closed etc. Strangely, the Government doesn't do much about it! (Use of irony!)

My ultimate off, dreamt about but never realized so far , is to off a hunk just for hand holding session. Few times we were close but always heat prevailed and impatience took us over, not that I'm complaining. I actually in course of conversation asked one of my Tawan boys about non-sex offs and he said that is more frequent than people think. Weirdest story I ever heard was Chinese offing bar guy just to watch him jerking off, less than 5 minutes and full ST tip paid. I was drinking with boy in Hot Male upstairs and we saw other boy being taken by that customer and returning to bar literally several minutes after . Boys rushed to ask what was wrong and that was apparently explanation. I'm not saint either - severely jet lagged went for massage to Senso only to fall asleep immediately only to be waked up by masseur at end of customary 1.5 hr session. Not sure he massaged me but at least I was oiled so shower together was in order. Easy money for boy and perhaps another customer story to tell

Sounds like my first visit to Istanbul in 2000 when the rate was roughly 600,000 lira to US$1. I got conned by a taxi driver first time I returned to my hotel. I could see from the meter that the price was going to be in the region of 7 million and so I got out a 10 million note (took a good 10 seconds to check all the 0s). On arrival he did not take the small driveway to the front entrance but dropped us on the street. I guess that should have been a red flag. Anyway, I handed over the 10 million note. Quick as a flash and in an obviously practised manoeuvre, he turned around and said I had only given him 5 million, in the process showing me a 5 million note. I was sure I'd given 10 million but failed to notice that the 5 million note was in his left hand whereas I'd given him the 10 million note in his right hand. So I gave him an extra 2 million. Then I felt stupid a few minutes later even though he'd only conned me for around US8! But lesson learned!

I think most of this devaluation is adjusting the "official" Peso conversion rate to the informal "Blue Dollar" rate. The previous government tried to control currency rates, including an artificial (fantasy) conversion rate, resulting in a grey market where you could get significantly more pesos for your $... Some/most/all (?) of the difference was already passed on in the local prices... Argentina has a tough road ahead; this change might make tourism easier, hopefully contributing to improvements for Argentina in the long run...

Never visited Cruise and with a few exceptions basically gave up the SIngapore sauna scene after Rairua closed. Keybox is definitely the most popular now with all nationalities. There are memberships but only for Singaporeans. Visitors must pay the S$22 entry every time. Shogun sauna iis cheaper but the age range of patrons seems generally much higher.

In Medellin fancy expat/tourist restaurant a m/f couple in early 30s (from US or UK I think) was really intensively staring me, my Colombian friend and our food. They were really close to us and I thought what an inappropriate behaviour in a small place. I asked the guy if he wants to try my food or? Then they stopped.

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I find it extraordinary that travel insurance is not mandatory for genuine tourists and a basic health insurance mandatory for all expats. Why anyone would consider travelling anywhere without some form of health and accident insurance absolutely beats me.

Coffee is ok but in the USA- Grindr cream is expensive!

Well I don't agree that sex work is "ugly". I think the quote from Peaky Blinder sums it up perfectly -- "Everyone's a whore, Grace. We just sell different parts of ourselves." The world may be a better place if more people were willing to buy and sell sex, affection, and companionship than guns, drugs and hate. However, I can agree that the sex industry is very loosely regulated so whatever verbal contracts, codes and customs should be taken with a great deal of caution for both the buyer and seller. Because there is no Better Business Bureau or Yelp to go running off to and perhaps not even the police if things go sideways. Buyer beware; your mileage may vary; sold the cow, but forgot to ask for the money; hope deferred...

Although you later said this comment was aimed at another member of the board, nonetheless, you had quoted me, and a plain reading of your comment would lead people to think that you were referring to me. I think it is important to make a distinction between (1) holding a contract party to his word, (2) not caring that the other party is cheating you despite an earlier contract, and (3) bargaining ruthlessly to extract every last discount. I agree that (3) is not a pretty sight, and I would not condone it either, but that was not what I referring to in my question to @revengeboo This is what revengboo wrote and which caught my eye: It so happened that I am up to date with what Arena's menu card says: Massage 60 minutes 590 baht (standard room included) Massage 90 minutes 790 baht (standard room included) VIP room 60 minutes 300 baht VIP room 90 minutes 400 baht Minimum tip 60 minutes 1,000 baht Minimum tip 90 minutes 1,200 baht It is easy to calculate what the shop should have charged him for his session of 60 minutes: 890 baht. Yet revengeboo wrote "1900", and he indicated that the tip to the masseur was a separate payment at the door. Thus my question to him as to whether this was a typo. Revengeboo has since confirmed that it was probably a misrecollection. That is reassuring. If he had been sure that 1900 was what he paid (plus 100 in change snatched away by the "elf"), it would be concerning to many members of this board, as it would indicate an unethical practice where the menu price is one thing but, perhaps taking advantage of a customer's euphoria or jet lag, a different amount is demanded at checkout. Many members of this board would certainly want to know if a business engages in unethical practices so that we can be extra vigilant. To argue that just because someone comes from the West, he shouldn't care about what is being charged (even when being cheated) is to fail to make an intelligent distinction between (1) and (2). First of all, not everyone in the West, or coming from the West is wealthy. Secondly, to say, we shouldn't care if we're being cheated because we are richer than Thais is in fact a form of boastfulness ("It doesn't bother me even if you cheat me, because I am so, so much richer than you!"), and that's not a pretty sight either. It's also the kind of thing that feeds into the stereotype of the Ugly American (or whatever nationality). It does everybody else of the same nationality a disservice.

I'm glad I didn't read these posts before my first trip to RIO because i probavoy wouldnt have gone after reading. @Xclay, like you when we were there last year and previous years for new years eve and carnaval there were police on every corner. They had patrol cars in medians with lights on and it was very peaceful. The cops are definitely buffed and their uniforms fit like a glove. I'm following one on social media now. This guy was a ball of blubber in July, now he's all lean, muscular, ripped and posts pics daily to his social media account. If anyone is there, speak to the cops. Some of them do play for money. The one I'm talking to now has agreed to come to the apartment in a few weeks make love to my hole and choke me while we're in the missionary position. He posts pics daily and when i told him I would be traveling with friends and asked did be have a few police officer friends he could bring with him, his response was, "YES!" When you're there, dress and look like a poor man, but fuk like a porn star. Look at those arms. Wouldn't you want to be chocked by this sexy MF

I'm in Rio, a programa costs $30-40 usd (1000-1400thb)....I met this one guy that I REALLY like, no off fees, no overpriced drinks...once you make the connection in the sauna and you have his number, no mamasan no drama of friends motobike keys, sick family, dead animals on the farm, no "up to you"....and did I mention frigging incredible sex 😆

Hi guys, I'm going to visit Luxor this winter and found a lot of useful information in this post. Thank you very much @Santiagodc for the details. I was in Hurghada last year and would like to share my experience. I had sex with Egyptians several times, always for money, mostly with sellers in shops (usually located in alleys). As usual, everything starts with the questions about where I’m from, who I came with, whether I have a wife, and then they openly offer sex. If you like big dicks, pay attention to the Berber sellers, they have really impressive sizes. The appetites of Hurghada sellers are very large; they ask from 30 to 50 dollars. You need to actively bargain. As one of the guys told me, Germans pay big tips on literally everything, so no one will do anything for $10. I don’t know how true this is, but in my hotel the Germans actually gave waiters 5-15 euros at dinner simply for bringing drinks (and this is All inclusive). There was also sex with a taxi driver and a hotel cleaner. The taxi driver stopped next to me and said that he liked me and would take me for a ride. I got into his car. On the way he took out his dick and asked me to jerk it off. It was very hot! Then we stopped in a secluded place with sands and he fucked me there. The hotel worker cleaned my room every day for two weeks, we communicated very pleasantly without any hints of sex, he even helped me with some things. And on the last day of my tour I told him that I will leave after lunch. He extended his hand and then hugged me in a friendly way. And suddenly he began to touch my ass, gently kneading it. I immediately became horny and let him do what he wanted. He took off my shorts, put me on the bed and lay on top of me, inserting his dick into my ass. He fucked me for a long time very carefully and gently, like a beloved woman. I moaned so loudly that he covered my mouth with his hand. It was amazing sex, completely different from other Egyptian experiences. There was also one unpleasant incident. I walked around Sheraton, sat on a bench with coffee and looked at my phone. A handsome guy, about 25 years old, sat up to me and said that he is a tourist from Cairo. We talked about Hurghada, excursions and then said goodbye. After a couple of hours I returned to my hotel and was walking near it, suddenly this guy met again. He said that there was an abandoned beach nearby and we could go and spend time there. I bought some beer for us and we went to the beach. We looked at the sea, yachts, talked about various topics, and from time to time he suddenly grabbed me by the face and kissed me on the lips with passion. I quickly got excited and wanted more. He said he wants to have sex with me all night and offered to rent an apartment in the nearest compound. Also he said that as an Egyptian it would be easier for him to negotiate without any documents and asked me to wait until he did everything and came for me. I gave him money for rent, about 40 dollars, and he went inside. As you might have guessed, I never saw him again :)

Really encouraging Thank you so much Can you share with us the best way to meet handsome and masculine boys ?