Successful cruising story?

Who doesn’t have a successful cruising story? There’s someone for everyone if you take the opportunity.

I think OP is wondering what brought you success while cruising.

When I was young, it was being cute and having a good body. I never learned anything else so don’t get any catches now.

Always wear a nice shoe when tapping for a BJ.

I took a Celebrity Cruise to the Caribbean that was great

Younger, I would twerk upside down. Now, I find an elegant fan dance to be a successful lure.

It's really about location, location, location.

If you're in a spot that is known for action, guys will show up horny and eager to go, and probably won't be super picky about who is there to jerk them off/blow them/whatever.

Some guys are really hung up on looks but most are there for the release/connection/thrill, so I would just say to shower well first and seem hygienic and sane (not overeager or antsy or pushy) and wait. Take a moment. Make sure when you turn to look at someone, it's because they're hoping you'll look their way because they're also horny.

Speaking tends not to be done at all. It's non-verbal. Maybe if you want anal or are in the woods or something then fine, but typically a bit of showing off and groping doesn't require words. Do ask if you can suck them, though. Don't assume. But making eye contact, getting closer, making it clear what you're there for...you can do all that without saying a thing.

Whatever you do, make sure the place you go to doesn't have a dozen cameras around it. Make sure the guys there aren't making it obvious. A washroom with 10 men suddenly hanging around and not leaving is going to get busted sooner rather than later. Also, make sure there are no kids or schools nearby, because that's going to ruin your whole life if you get caught. Always try to make sure you are positioned in such a way that if someone approaches, you have recovery time to fix yourself up and look normal or leave.

Good luck, and remember - this kind of activity has ruined lives. People get arrested. So if you can get laid without having to sneak around, try that instead. Hooking up with randos can end up being an addictive substitute for real intimacy and a relationship.

It can also be fun though. Just keep your eyes open. Check out a location once or twice before you do anything there, just to see what the traffic is like and if security seems to know about it. Avoid places with homeless guys or guys on drugs, obviously. And get tested regularly.

Flash a twenty.

Back in 2009 I was on a cruise ship. There was this cute Latino twunk traveling with some muscle queen. I thought they might have been a couple, but I wasn’t entirely sure since they both came across as pretty straight-acting, and at one point I spotted them looking like they were flirting with a couple of women. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was intrigued. Were these guys romantically involved with each other, or were they just a couple of swinging bachelors going on a cruise to have fun and pick up chicks?

I was so horny for the Latino twunk, who looked a little bit like Elian Gonzalez all grown up. I wanted to get him alone, away from the muscle queen, so I could make my move and find out for sure if he was gay. The problem is that the two were inseparable. I was beyond frustrated.

Then about week later, I saw the Latino twunk alone in the cafe/library, sitting at a desk, checking his emails on the computer. I knew it was now or never. I cruised him, trying desperately to get his attention, but his face was buried in the computer. I stood near the bookshelves, thumbing through some books, pretending I was reading them, glancing up every few seconds to try to make eye-contact with him. The few times our eyes met, he gave me that “yes, what can I do for you?” or “can I help you?” look. It was then that I thought this Latino twunk is probably straight and that I’m barking up the wrong tree, yet I still held hope.

I kept cruising him. I remained standing by the bookshelves, thumbing through some books, pretending to read them, glancing up every few seconds hoping to make eye-contact with him. Probably a good 15-20 minutes had gone by since this all started when I finally had a breakthrough. He looked up at me, and I saw his right hand move down to his crotch and rub the bulge in his shorts. I was beyond excited, and I knew the two of us were just minutes away from having sex!

We both nodded our heads, giving each other the “yes, I’m gay and down to fuck” signal. I then motioned my head toward the stairwell and lifted it up, indicating that my stateroom was one floor up. He got up from the desk, and the two of us left the cafe/library, not together, but as total strangers in clandestine fashion. We walked up the grand staircase, each of us on opposite sides of each other, with him a few paces back to follow my lead. Occasionally, I glanced back at him, but we did not acknowledge each other, maintaining stoic faces the entire time. We then proceeded to the door of my stateroom, and I knew we were now just seconds away from ecstasy.

I opened the door and stepped inside. He followed. I closed the door behind him. As soon as the knob clicked, we shoved our tongues in each other’s mouths. It was one of those deep French kisses, where our wet tongues clung to one another as if they had been starving for weeks and had finally found sustenance. It was early in the morning, and prior to going to the cafe/library I had brushed my teeth, flossed and gargled—and it was obvious that he had done the same. Our kiss intensified, with both of us moaning while each of us were in each other’s mouths, thus muffling the sound to any possible outside listener, yet strong enough for us to feel the vibrations in each other’s throats.

We stopped briefly for a chance to get some air before proceeding to kiss some more. It was then that he stopped me to tell me his name, and I told him mine. He told me he was 28, and I told him I was 29. (Yes, that was the truth.) He was happy to hear that, and when I then dropped my pants, he looked even happier. He took off his pants as well, revealing a thick, dark bush that one would expect from a Latino twunk.

I led him to the bed, my hand holding his. We plopped down, kissed some more, blew each other. It was obvious that he had recently showered and put on clean underwear because his balls smelled like fresh laundry, just begging me to lick them, so I did. The wall right behind the bed was mirrored, so we got on all fours next to each and started tongue kissing in the way those European Bel Ami guys do, with our tongues stretched out and our eyes facing forward, so we can see ourselves in the mirror.

He then turned and laid down on his back, so I could blow him some more. It became too much for him that an intense orgasm was imminent. He shot a huge load, one that he must have been carrying for days, all over his pecs and nipples, even hitting his neck and chin. I rubbed it all over his chest, smearing it so that it glistened all over his tan skin. To say that it was an awesome experience would be an understatement.

He was a mess, so I held his hand and led him to the bathroom. Since I wasn’t finished, our shower together was a combination of bathing and sex. We were lucky that the shower head nozzle could detach and function like a hose. With plenty of soap suds and some more deep French kissing, my sexual journey finally came to a climax.

We dried each other off, got dressed, made some small talk about where he was from and how things were going for him on the cruise. He then said he really had to go. I smiled and said, “Have fun with you know who.” He asked, “Who?” I just grinned back and said, “Oh, I don’t know.” We then gave each other one final passionate kiss before he left.

A couple of days later, I saw him again with the muscle queen. We passed by each other, but we didn’t say anything. We just gave each other simple nods as if we were two strangers, two gentlemen greeting each other with a “Good day, sir.” It was clear that he didn’t want the muscle queen to know what we did.

Were they a couple? Probably, but I never found out for sure. Maybe they were two gay friends platonically traveling together? I’d like to think of it that way. I wouldn’t want to think that I was a co-conspirator in someone’s cheating. Then again, it’s pretty hot to think I snagged a muscle queen’s boyfriend.

Fun times. ☺️

And then you woke up........................

R11 Thanks for the boner.

R11, your welcome…😊

Sorry, that’s R13, your welcome…😊

Sex is dirty!

I would do that cruise to Alaska.

R11, reading your story made me so horny!

R11, your sexual encounter was so erotic. The problem with so much porn today is that it fails to capture the passion you described.

Here's the thing about cruising that I find....complicated.

If you meet a hot/nice guy and enjoy hooking up...are you expected to let him walk away? Isn't that part of the deal? That's it's anonymous and dialogue-free? Because lets say you do talk to him and say "wanna do this again?" or "wanna grab a beer?" or whatever, then...do you really stand a chance of having anything resembling a healthy relationship? I mean...it's based on meeting up to having anonymous sex. That's pretty embarrassing...and you'll always be wondering if he's still sneaking out to do more cruising even if you two decide to make a go out of having a real relationship....right?

I completely understand that it's thrilling and spontaneous and fun and all...but you kinda screw yourself out of having a chance to meet a Mr Terrific Guy if it's under those circumstances, it seems.

Plus, there's all the married guys who cruise and have a wedding ring on, and get off on the idea of sneaking behind their partner's back...that's not fun. Sure, the guy may be hot, but when you realize he's cheating and you're helping him...doesn't that just leave a back taste? Like....yeah, sure, you're hot, but you're an asshole buddy.

Or, what if you cruise and you later meet that person in real life because of work or social circumstances and have to reintroduce yourself - awkward!

It's pretty much only fun if A) the guys you meet are guys you'd never want to date but B) still appealing enough that you're into messing around with them, C) you know you'll never see them again and they'll never be able to identify you and D) you somehow know they aren't spreading diseases or STDs or whatever or cheating and hurting someone.

Or E) filming it for the internet to enjoy for the rest of time!

...so...it's not that fun maybe?

*leave a bad taste?

I wonder if things like Sniffies make cruising easier or just increase the odds of cops tracking guys who want a wank in the woods or whatever.

Always upgrade each meal you can to the Steakhouse (or other premium restaurants) on board; also, go for the "beverage plan." I also like the unlimited data plan onboard. So, so worth it (at least for me).

I imagine rural areas with big fields are popular places to cruise.

Bunch of m/m sex curious guys, single and married alike, wanting to bust a nut together but living in conservative areas and refusing to think of themselves as gay in any way shape or form, parking their cars at a rest stop and going inside, or strolling through the woods, eager to suck or stroke whoever else in there with a similar need.

Having lived in big cities always, I feel like cruising lives more in those parts....where youth pastors and auto mechanics and farmers wordlessly get hot and heavy out in the sun, where no one else can see them.

Do guys really cruise anymore? I am always so busy and in a rush all the time I don't even see other people around me.

Presenting hole in handicapped public restroom stalls always works for me!

Meeting another anonymous horny guy and having a hot encounter sounds fun....but being buckass naked in a handicapped stall with the door open sounds nasty and like a desperate plea to get arrested.

I think the whole experience of cruising is probably natural and healthy...no pretenses and some thrill of meeting a new partner....but the realities of who actually does it - compulsive types, drug addicts, disgusting guys with no other sexual options, aggressive types - plus the legal consequences if caught make it super dangerous and disappointing.

Were there more normal men doing it in the past? Have apps made it so only the trolls still venture out into the wild?

R20 None of those hookups are meant to be the pathway to Mr. Terrific Guy, or any sort of relationship. It's meant to be very casual and of the moment.

If you're looking for a long-term relationship, you'd want to forego those kind of casual sex hookups.

Cunard was significantly better than Carnival

Sex with that Latino twunk sounds amazing!

Dear Penthouse Forum,

I have never written to you before but I just had to share this story.

R11 and R20 both win the Mary! for this thread, each from a different end of the spectrum.

Someone needs to claim their Alzhi-Granny trying to give us cruise advice interspersed… oh wait, I get that now. Lol

I'm not personally a fan of cruising but I have been cruised at the gym/swimming pool/holiday resort - basically, places where guys are half naked already which I guess helps.

I think there's also a difference between

"cruising" - where you're going to a public place to see the other random strangers that may also be there to possibly fuck around with them.

And.....the things described above, where guys are going to a more enclosed place - a resort, gym, etc. or a place where you see the same people often.....and you have a space to express interest and see if it's mutual.

R7, that’s excellent advice. I’m afraid of public cruising, though. I’m so terrified of being caught and I couldn’t get it up.

[quote] I’m afraid of public cruising, though. I’m so terrified of being caught and I couldn’t get it up.

Then you should never, ever do it.

In November 2015 I was cruised by a good looking guy while waiting in line at Trader Joe's- he was in another check out line- I turned around to see whom else he might be looking at- there was no one else I realized. He was staring at me HARD but I did nothing about it. I just paid for my items and left. Oh well.

Just catch their attention and smile. If they smile back use this magic line. "It's 50 to touch it, 100 if you want me to fuck you 500 if you want to fuck me."

Sounds like someone had a fun summer job....

It really is an art form.

I was actually taught most of it when I chatted with a guy at the mall - I was in HS cutting class and went to the mall to escape (and to look for dick) but a very nice guy clocked what I was doing and sat with me for an hour or so, it seemed, and said - okay, I'm not encouraging you to do this but if you are, be careful, and watch for this. And then he talked a bit about what might happen inside the men's room. Very helpful. I took to it like a duck to water. (Bless that probably long gone eldergay.)

It really is all about having a good intuition and a good sense of what's happening when you're in a room, or in a space where you think something is happening. And then knowing how to communicate with another person without saying it out loud. I always let the other guy be the first to say anything, for the most part. But I'd make eye contact.

It can be very exciting. Thing is, now that I'm on the cusp of eldergay I remember all the fun, hot times. But there was a LOT of tedious waiting in the interim. Lots of times where nothing happened. Lots of visits to a favorite park where inevitably some hideous troll would pop up like a mole.

R20 you have to realize cruising is a very different thing than meeting someone and trying to start down the dating path. Yes, every once in a while you hear about guys meeting at a bathhouse and getting married. But **in general**, cruising is meant to be very casual and for that particular moment.

R40- I went on a cruise and was talking to this couple from Los Angeles and they sheepishly told me they had met at a bathhouse. They were not sceney types either. They were low key civilians.

R41 It absolutely happens. Dan Savage had a column once about people who met in bathhouses, cruising, etc.

But it's rare. And it would be a pretty constant disappointment for someone to frequently participate in the very definition of "casual and anonymous sex" and expect they'd find Mr. Right that way.