Gay cruising stories

Meeting a guy? I politely rejected but added him on my Skype.

The thing was that since that day I could not think about something else. I want to keep my key to entry, I want to not care about the pronouns in my bio, my real life as a trans girl, the rules at the sex clubs that say I’m not allowed. I want to sit in my warm perch, massaged by jets, and get a handle on the crowd, the dynamics, the language.

His dick was bigger, so I had to stretch my mouth around it.

"There ya go boy. He could use his tongue; he was getting me so nice and wet and probing right up into my hole.

I was still sucking the other guy, and I was now moaning out while my mouth was filled with his cock.

I thought I could hear more rustling close by, but it was hard to tell in between my moans and the guy I was sucking.

They both continued using my holes for a while.

I was starting to feel more like I joined a nudist social club than a gay bathhouse. Suddenly, manhood, this inscrutable puzzle I couldn’t figure out, this thing I abandoned for genderfuck queerness, for weird haircuts and makeup and denim booty shorts and femininity, suddenly I understood. Intellectually, I knew I was happy a place like this exists, happy for all the weirdos of all the genders to get to play and fuck and be merry in semi-public, happy for this sex-positive third place.

If they weren’t talking with their fists against walls, heavy feet on creaky floors, then they were talking with words so heavy it bruised and bled. I took my cock in my hand and wanked myself till I busted my load.

When I was done, I found my shorts and underwear on the floor and put them on, then slowly started walking back to mine.

I was dazed and still riding the high of that fuck.

and you can walk past them and turn your head over your shoulder and say, without a word, Let’s fuck.

It was at this bathhouse where men finally made sense.

It was also at this bathhouse, completely naked, where I realized I perhaps did not have to be a girl in my head, only when I played pretend.

But I was wrong and now I am glad to discover how wrong I was.

It all started one day when I was hunting for women online, one of my favorite pastimes back then and I tried to hit on what I thought it was a girl.

Her nickname was “nena27cd”, I will remember that nickname till I die. The self-contained, high-traffic nature of a cruise ship makes it susceptible to outbreaks, and on a gay cruise, frequent person-to-person contact can increase your chances of getting sick.

My most unpleasant memories from this cruise included gathering the energy to make my way from my cabin to the buffet to eat something, anything, that would fill me up before my whole world came crashing down again.

With growing demand, I hope to see an increase in the number and type of sailings offered, giving queer travelers more themed cruise options.

Diversity and inclusion is a work in progress

In my opinion, the cruise was too heavily skewed to a specific demographic. Sucking these two strangers in the woods.

It felt kinda cold, the evening air on my naked body, but I also liked it. Not a peak life moment for me.

The best way to avoid catching norovirus is to wash and sanitize your hands frequently. At 35, I was one of the youngest on the sailing. I could be a girl in the real world too, even without any clothes on, even without pink ribbons or eyeliner or floral skirts, or any of the usual decorations you put on the cake to say This one’s a girl.

However, opt for the elevators if you are searching for moments of lighthearted connection. For context, I’m a white, cisgender, gay man in my mid-30s. I arched my back and pushed against him, as I took the other guys cock back in my mouth.

He took hold of my hips and started fucking my hole.

God, it felt good.

I was being ploughed from both ends by these two strangers.