How Far Have You Gone For Some?!

[Beth]

We have Denver to thank for this one. While reading one of the threads, he mentioned he met someone at the Denver pride and was flying back to meet her. I started thinking (alternating hands, of course), how far have I "gone for some."
I'll start:
It actually wasn't me, but my boyfriend (now husband) who flew from Dallas to Guadalajara, Mexico for some. I was studying down there at the University of Guadalajara and he "flew in for some." We spent the weekend together; I packed food and we never left the room! How about you guys? Drive, fly, plane or boat? How about the expense? Was it worth it? You know I want details...and speak clearly into the microphone in a quiet, sexy voice.

 

[JLipps4u]

Well this isn't exactly what you are asking, however, it it related.

I went on vacation a few years back, to Amsterdam. That was the object of our trip, to go to Amsterdam. We stayed about 3 weeks and drove all around the country. I was traveling with my brother, my best friend, and young man who lived just outside Amsterdam. Of course the 3 of us Americans had the delusion that we were going to get some Dutch dick! Yummmers!

We were staying at the Orpheo, a wonderful little B&B. Our room had a fabulous window facing the canal. So, after our first 24 hours, I am sitting at the window, hanging out actually. I look down and spot a young man walking by. He looks up and sees me at the window about the same time as I spot him.

I smile at him and nod my head. He smiles back. He walks past the window and he goes and sits on a bench overlooking the canal. He looks back up at the window and of course, he never left my sight. Now, our Dutch friend told us that, almost everyone who was young spoke English. So, I jump up and head down stairs for the sidewalk. As I leave the building, he is still looking my way. I saunter up to his bench and sit down. We start to talk, just idle chatter.

He is a handsome young man. Tall, well, about 5'10". He has a nice body, milk white skin, browns hair and blue-blue eyes, and nice rosy cheeks. He doesn't appear too hairy, and that is okay. I am just lost in his eyes, chatting away and am amazed how good his English. I ask him if he'd like to come up to my room. He asks about my friends, who are all hanging at the windows watching the scene play out. I assure him they are no problem, they are leaving to go to breakfast. I look down at his crotch and see he is bulging, the boy is horny and definitely wants to haVe some fun. So, I jump up and run over to the window and tell my friends to get lost! They are all excited for me and agree to get lost for an hour.

I come back and tell my new friend that they are leaving. A few minutes later we watch them come out and head down the sidewalk, away from us. We get up and head for the room. As soon as we get in the room, we embrace and start to kiss. Supposedly, he has told me that he has never been with a man, but since he is new to Amsterdam, he thought he would try it out. Lucky me! So we make out and slowly start to undress each other. WE lay on the bed and I gasp as I spot his rather large and hard member. His body is smooth and he has a beautiful patch of dark curly pubes. I take his cock in hand and I go down and begin to suck him. I take my time, not wanting it to end so quick. I lick and suck his balls and drive my nose through his pubes, I love the hot sweaty manly smell! I go back to his cock and continue to suck him. His cock is nice, about 7", and much to my surprise, he is cut! I suck him deep and with much gusto. I realize the clock is ticking and my friends will be returning, so I decide to let him cum. He is moaning and writhing under me as I work his cock. His hands are caressing my head. Finally I feel his body getting tight, I know he is close. A few more strokes and deep sucks, and his cock gets really rigid/ I can almost feel his load working its way up the throbbing shaft. Finally he explodes in my mouth. I suck as much of his load down as I can, but it is too much, some of his load spills out of my mouth. His load is hot and sweet.

We finish and he jumps up and gets dressed quickly. We chatter briefly. I ask him, "so, where are you from?"
He smiles as he says, " Georgia."
I go, "what Georgia?"
"In the USA," he answers.
"What?" I can't believe it!"
"Why," he asks. "Where are you from?"
"TExas," I answer.
With that we look at each other and both our jaws drop and we start to laugh. WE laughed for about 5 minutes.

His name was Jason, and he was from Savannah. WE had a good laugh. We both thought the other was European. Need less to say, when my friends returned and I told them all that happened, we all laughed hysterically. Here I travelled over a thousand miles, across an ocean, to another continent, to end up with a dick from Georgia!

Of course, even if I had thought about asking where he was from earlier on, I still would have taken him upstairs and sucked him off. After all, a dick is a dick!

 

[grace17]

Well this isn't exactly what you are asking, however, it it related.

I went on vacation a few years back, to Amsterdam. That was the object of our trip, to go to Amsterdam. We stayed about 3 weeks and drove all around the country. I was traveling with my brother, my best friend, and young man who lived just outside Amsterdam. Of course the 3 of us Americans had the delusion that we were going to get some Dutch dick! Yummmers!

We were staying at the Orpheo, a wonderful little B&B. Our room had a fabulous window facing the canal. So, after our first 24 hours, I am sitting at the window, hanging out actually. I look down and spot a young man walking by. He looks up and sees me at the window about the same time as I spot him.

I smile at him and nod my head. He smiles back. He walks past the window and he goes and sits on a bench overlooking the canal. He looks back up at the window and of course, he never left my sight. Now, our Dutch friend told us that, almost everyone who was young spoke English. So, I jump up and head down stairs for the sidewalk. As I leave the building, he is still looking my way. I saunter up to his bench and sit down. We start to talk, just idle chatter.

He is a handsome young man. Tall, well, about 5'10". He has a nice body, milk white skin, browns hair and blue-blue eyes, and nice rosy cheeks. He doesn't appear too hairy, and that is okay. I am just lost in his eyes, chatting away and am amazed how good his English. I ask him if he'd like to come up to my room. He asks about my friends, who are all hanging at the windows watching the scene play out. I assure him they are no problem, they are leaving to go to breakfast. I look down at his crotch and see he is bulging, the boy is horny and definitely wants to haVe some fun. So, I jump up and run over to the window and tell my friends to get lost! They are all excited for me and agree to get lost for an hour.

I come back and tell my new friend that they are leaving. A few minutes later we watch them come out and head down the sidewalk, away from us. We get up and head for the room. As soon as we get in the room, we embrace and start to kiss. Supposedly, he has told me that he has never been with a man, but since he is new to Amsterdam, he thought he would try it out. Lucky me! So we make out and slowly start to undress each other. WE lay on the bed and I gasp as I spot his rather large and hard member. His body is smooth and he has a beautiful patch of dark curly pubes. I take his cock in hand and I go down and begin to suck him. I take my time, not wanting it to end so quick. I lick and suck his balls and drive my nose through his pubes, I love the hot sweaty manly smell! I go back to his cock and continue to suck him. His cock is nice, about 7", and much to my surprise, he is cut! I suck him deep and with much gusto. I realize the clock is ticking and my friends will be returning, so I decide to let him cum. He is moaning and writhing under me as I work his cock. His hands are caressing my head. Finally I feel his body getting tight, I know he is close. A few more strokes and deep sucks, and his cock gets really rigid/ I can almost feel his load working its way up the throbbing shaft. Finally he explodes in my mouth. I suck as much of his load down as I can, but it is too much, some of his load spills out of my mouth. His load is hot and sweet.

We finish and he jumps up and gets dressed quickly. We chatter briefly. I ask him, "so, where are you from?"
He smiles as he says, " Georgia."
I go, "what Georgia?"
"In the USA," he answers.
"What?" I can't believe it!"
"Why," he asks. "Where are you from?"
"TExas," I answer.
With that we look at each other and both our jaws drop and we start to laugh. WE laughed for about 5 minutes.

His name was Jason, and he was from Savannah. WE had a good laugh. We both thought the other was European. Need less to say, when my friends returned and I told them all that happened, we all laughed hysterically. Here I travelled over a thousand miles, across an ocean, to another continent, to end up with a dick from Georgia!

Of course, even if I had thought about asking where he was from earlier on, I still would have taken him upstairs and sucked him off. After all, a dick is a dick!

Hey Lipps, I'm so glad you posted another story, I was beginning to get a serious case of 'Lipps Story Withdrawal'. That was funny and sexy!

 

[another1]

i once flew from san diego to new york to spend quality face time with an old friend. after six years, it was still worth the trip.

 

[rbar]

When I first moved to LA, I flew back to NY for the weekend every 2 or 3 weeks for the first 10 months, to spend time with my not-so-significant other. I even flew him out here a couple of times, when I couldn't get away. Haven't seen him in a while, but for a couple of years, whenever I did manage to get back to NY, I always managed to add a couple of extra days to my trip to hang out with him. Lucky for me, when I went home last Thanksgiving, I met a someone and have been back to NY almost once a month since then to see him. He's 22, straight, with a girlfriend, and an MMA fighter. TOTALLY worth every penny!

 

[lovelumps]

Well this isn't exactly what you are asking, however, it it related.

I went on vacation a few years back, to Amsterdam. That was the object of our trip, to go to Amsterdam. We stayed about 3 weeks and drove all around the country. I was traveling with my brother, my best friend, and young man who lived just outside Amsterdam. Of course the 3 of us Americans had the delusion that we were going to get some Dutch dick! Yummmers!

We were staying at the Orpheo, a wonderful little B&B. Our room had a fabulous window facing the canal. So, after our first 24 hours, I am sitting at the window, hanging out actually. I look down and spot a young man walking by. He looks up and sees me at the window about the same time as I spot him.

I smile at him and nod my head. He smiles back. He walks past the window and he goes and sits on a bench overlooking the canal. He looks back up at the window and of course, he never left my sight. Now, our Dutch friend told us that, almost everyone who was young spoke English. So, I jump up and head down stairs for the sidewalk. As I leave the building, he is still looking my way. I saunter up to his bench and sit down. We start to talk, just idle chatter.

He is a handsome young man. Tall, well, about 5'10". He has a nice body, milk white skin, browns hair and blue-blue eyes, and nice rosy cheeks. He doesn't appear too hairy, and that is okay. I am just lost in his eyes, chatting away and am amazed how good his English. I ask him if he'd like to come up to my room. He asks about my friends, who are all hanging at the windows watching the scene play out. I assure him they are no problem, they are leaving to go to breakfast. I look down at his crotch and see he is bulging, the boy is horny and definitely wants to haVe some fun. So, I jump up and run over to the window and tell my friends to get lost! They are all excited for me and agree to get lost for an hour.

I come back and tell my new friend that they are leaving. A few minutes later we watch them come out and head down the sidewalk, away from us. We get up and head for the room. As soon as we get in the room, we embrace and start to kiss. Supposedly, he has told me that he has never been with a man, but since he is new to Amsterdam, he thought he would try it out. Lucky me! So we make out and slowly start to undress each other. WE lay on the bed and I gasp as I spot his rather large and hard member. His body is smooth and he has a beautiful patch of dark curly pubes. I take his cock in hand and I go down and begin to suck him. I take my time, not wanting it to end so quick. I lick and suck his balls and drive my nose through his pubes, I love the hot sweaty manly smell! I go back to his cock and continue to suck him. His cock is nice, about 7", and much to my surprise, he is cut! I suck him deep and with much gusto. I realize the clock is ticking and my friends will be returning, so I decide to let him cum. He is moaning and writhing under me as I work his cock. His hands are caressing my head. Finally I feel his body getting tight, I know he is close. A few more strokes and deep sucks, and his cock gets really rigid/ I can almost feel his load working its way up the throbbing shaft. Finally he explodes in my mouth. I suck as much of his load down as I can, but it is too much, some of his load spills out of my mouth. His load is hot and sweet.

We finish and he jumps up and gets dressed quickly. We chatter briefly. I ask him, "so, where are you from?"
He smiles as he says, " Georgia."
I go, "what Georgia?"
"In the USA," he answers.
"What?" I can't believe it!"
"Why," he asks. "Where are you from?"
"TExas," I answer.
With that we look at each other and both our jaws drop and we start to laugh. WE laughed for about 5 minutes.

His name was Jason, and he was from Savannah. WE had a good laugh. We both thought the other was European. Need less to say, when my friends returned and I told them all that happened, we all laughed hysterically. Here I travelled over a thousand miles, across an ocean, to another continent, to end up with a dick from Georgia!

Of course, even if I had thought about asking where he was from earlier on, I still would have taken him upstairs and sucked him off. After all, a dick is a dick!

I love it! Great story!

 

[lovelumps]

I went to two different Universities. They were about a 3 1/2 hour drive apart. I used to meet up with my old BF from Uni #1 for a booty call after I started attending Uni #2.

Of course, there was the time that I flew a BF from Iowa to New Orleans, and myself from Texas to New Orleans, to meet up for a weekend. That was a waste of time, though. It was a horrible weekend. He was a total idiot.

 

[tampa24]

I went to two different Universities. They were about a 3 1/2 hour drive apart. I used to meet up with my old BF from Uni #1 for a booty call after I started attending Uni #2.

Of course, there was the time that I flew a BF from Iowa to New Orleans, and myself from Texas to New Orleans, to meet up for a weekend. That was a waste of time, though. It was a horrible weekend. He was a total idiot.

You have to kiss a few toads to find your prince. Right? lol

 

[another1]

You have to kiss a few toads to find your prince. Right? lol

yeah, but frog legs taste good.
here, prince!

 

[lovelumps]

You have to kiss a few toads to find your prince. Right? lol

Indeed!

The one from part 1 was my favorite BF of all time. I still break out in chills when I think about him. He was amazing in bed and had a really sickening body. He also showed up one night wearing a shearling coat, cowboy boots and hat looking like the Marlboro man. A blond haired blue eyed demi-god!

 

[joninliverton]

Well this isn't exactly what you are asking, however, it it related.

I went on vacation a few years back, to Amsterdam. That was the object of our trip, to go to Amsterdam. We stayed about 3 weeks and drove all around the country. I was traveling with my brother, my best friend, and young man who lived just outside Amsterdam. Of course the 3 of us Americans had the delusion that we were going to get some Dutch dick! Yummmers!

We were staying at the Orpheo, a wonderful little B&B. Our room had a fabulous window facing the canal. So, after our first 24 hours, I am sitting at the window, hanging out actually. I look down and spot a young man walking by. He looks up and sees me at the window about the same time as I spot him.

I smile at him and nod my head. He smiles back. He walks past the window and he goes and sits on a bench overlooking the canal. He looks back up at the window and of course, he never left my sight. Now, our Dutch friend told us that, almost everyone who was young spoke English. So, I jump up and head down stairs for the sidewalk. As I leave the building, he is still looking my way. I saunter up to his bench and sit down. We start to talk, just idle chatter.

He is a handsome young man. Tall, well, about 5'10". He has a nice body, milk white skin, browns hair and blue-blue eyes, and nice rosy cheeks. He doesn't appear too hairy, and that is okay. I am just lost in his eyes, chatting away and am amazed how good his English. I ask him if he'd like to come up to my room. He asks about my friends, who are all hanging at the windows watching the scene play out. I assure him they are no problem, they are leaving to go to breakfast. I look down at his crotch and see he is bulging, the boy is horny and definitely wants to haVe some fun. So, I jump up and run over to the window and tell my friends to get lost! They are all excited for me and agree to get lost for an hour.

I come back and tell my new friend that they are leaving. A few minutes later we watch them come out and head down the sidewalk, away from us. We get up and head for the room. As soon as we get in the room, we embrace and start to kiss. Supposedly, he has told me that he has never been with a man, but since he is new to Amsterdam, he thought he would try it out. Lucky me! So we make out and slowly start to undress each other. WE lay on the bed and I gasp as I spot his rather large and hard member. His body is smooth and he has a beautiful patch of dark curly pubes. I take his cock in hand and I go down and begin to suck him. I take my time, not wanting it to end so quick. I lick and suck his balls and drive my nose through his pubes, I love the hot sweaty manly smell! I go back to his cock and continue to suck him. His cock is nice, about 7", and much to my surprise, he is cut! I suck him deep and with much gusto. I realize the clock is ticking and my friends will be returning, so I decide to let him cum. He is moaning and writhing under me as I work his cock. His hands are caressing my head. Finally I feel his body getting tight, I know he is close. A few more strokes and deep sucks, and his cock gets really rigid/ I can almost feel his load working its way up the throbbing shaft. Finally he explodes in my mouth. I suck as much of his load down as I can, but it is too much, some of his load spills out of my mouth. His load is hot and sweet.

We finish and he jumps up and gets dressed quickly. We chatter briefly. I ask him, "so, where are you from?"
He smiles as he says, " Georgia."
I go, "what Georgia?"
"In the USA," he answers.
"What?" I can't believe it!"
"Why," he asks. "Where are you from?"
"TExas," I answer.
With that we look at each other and both our jaws drop and we start to laugh. WE laughed for about 5 minutes.

His name was Jason, and he was from Savannah. WE had a good laugh. We both thought the other was European. Need less to say, when my friends returned and I told them all that happened, we all laughed hysterically. Here I travelled over a thousand miles, across an ocean, to another continent, to end up with a dick from Georgia!

Of course, even if I had thought about asking where he was from earlier on, I still would have taken him upstairs and sucked him off. After all, a dick is a dick!

Come on Jlips you should have known he as American as he was cut lol.

 

[mikeyank]

When I first moved to LA, I flew back to NY for the weekend every 2 or 3 weeks for the first 10 months, to spend time with my not-so-significant other. I even flew him out here a couple of times, when I couldn't get away. Haven't seen him in a while, but for a couple of years, whenever I did manage to get back to NY, I always managed to add a couple of extra days to my trip to hang out with him. Lucky for me, when I went home last Thanksgiving, I met a someone and have been back to NY almost once a month since then to see him. He's 22, straight, with a girlfriend, and an MMA fighter. TOTALLY worth every penny!

Wow rbar! I'd sure love to know some more details about your 22 year old straight MMA fighter with girlfriend. He sounds pretty much perfect to me.

 

[Ms. Kianna]

I once drove about 600 miles, to spend time with a great guy, that I had known through friends for awhile, that I really wanted to be something special to me. He was great, I could talk to him for hours....................but, the chemistry for anything physical, just wasn't there.

 

[JLipps4u]

Come on Jlips you should have known he as American as he was cut lol.

I assumed he was cut, but I have met too many men now who appear to be cut, but actually are not! I did find it surprising, and as I said, I assumed he was. I didn't actually ask. I was too busy sucking on it! Besides, is it written in stone somewhere, that ALL Europeans are uncut? Just asking.

 

[JLipps4u]

I once drove about 600 miles, to spend time with a great guy, that I had known through friends for awhile, that I really wanted to be something special to me. He was great, I could talk to him for hours....................but, the chemistry for anything physical, just wasn't there.

Damn, I haste when that happens! Sure, you come away with a great friend, but sometimes........

 

[lovelumps]

I assumed he was cut, but I have met too many men now who appear to be cut, but actually are not! I did find it surprising, and as I said, I assumed he was. I didn't actually ask. I was too busy sucking on it! Besides, is it written in stone somewhere, that ALL Europeans are uncut? Just asking.

Interesting question. My BF in high school was a German exchange student. We dated the whole school year, I visited him that summer in Germany, and he visited the following summer. I spent lots of time with my hands and mouth on that boy's penis, and I have to say, I have no idea if he was cut or uncut.

The only man I ever recognized was uncut was Edgar, the man I met from Mexico and dated while living near Kansas City. Oh, boy! He was gorgeous! I spent more time face to face with his penis than any before him, so maybe that's why I was so aware.

 

[JLipps4u]

Interesting question. My BF in high school was a German exchange student. We dated the whole school year, I visited him that summer in Germany, and he visited the following summer. I spent lots of time with my hands and mouth on that boy's penis, and I have to say, I have no idea if he was cut or uncut.

The only man I ever recognized was uncut was Edgar, the man I met from Mexico and dated while living near Kansas City. Oh, boy! He was gorgeous! I spent more time face to face with his penis than any before him, so maybe that's why I was so aware.

Perhaps, Jon, or Robert, or Quasar could enlighten us.

 

[BSB Jason]

You never really know what the world has to offer until you explore it. I won’t get so sappy as to say there’s a soul mate for everyone, I’m sure there is but if there is only one they would be incredibly hard to find. I love learning about people and observing behavior (in a non-creepy fashion lol) being in the position that we are in, with so much frequent travel, It simply enhances the possibilities of meeting someone more compatible.

Denver is a Ladies man who’s lack of game is what’s so charming. He lights up a room and makes everyone laugh. He has an ability to talk to anyone and be free of care of what people think. He’s not afraid to be embarrassed. I’ve always had an awesome time with him it’s no surprise that he met someone in Denver. If I recall he met a few!

I on the other hand, as outgoing as I am, have a shy side. In that, if I’m interested in you I stand by and wait for your approach. If you’re interested you’ll talk to me is my philosophy. I suppose it eliminates any potential for rejection. However while we were in Washington DC for pride I too met someone... that I not long after traveled back to spend the week with.

This story is easily relatable. If someone fits the bill and is possibly worth pursuing then distance shouldn’t hold you back. What’s life without the adventure? Even if they don’t pan out to be your dream come true it’s inevitable you will have an interesting time along the way. A life experience that will make for a great story for the grand kids

 

[tampa24]

Well said Jason.

 

[lovelumps]

I on the other hand, as outgoing as I am, have a shy side. In that, if I’m interested in you I stand by and wait for your approach. If you’re interested you’ll talk to me is my philosophy. I suppose it eliminates any potential for rejection.

Most people know me as a pretty extroverted person. I am really open about my life, will talk about anything with anyone, and am not afraid of much.

When I tell my friends that as a young girl, I walked with my head down and hoped people didn't notice me, they are pretty surprised. It was painful for me to be on display. However, it was even more painful to not be noticed. I spent a lot of time carefully choosing my clothes and make up and shoes and fixing my hair so that no one could ever point out a flaw. I worried about bad breath constantly even though I hardly ever spoke to anyone. Silly teenage girl angst.

Old habits die hard, but at least now I walk with my head held high, usually.

When it comes to being vulnerable to someone, or facing potential rejection, even those of us who seem pretty confident are often terrified.

I had a major crush on someone recently, but every time I tried to get closer or express my feelings more openly, I'd panic and say something that implied my feelings were actually the opposite of what I had meant to say, or had said. I was so worried about how I appeared to him that I'm pretty sure I hurt his feelings, in trying to protect my own.