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Things change pretty quickly there, so the safest update is still to check the apps once you’re in town: Grindr and Romeo usually show plenty of locals and escorts, and you can get a feel for who’s active that week. Be clear about expectations before meeting, and use a bit of caution with profiles that look too polished or pushy.
 
For venues, Bucharest doesn’t have a huge gay scene, but there are a couple of bars/clubs and occasional events. I’d also recommend checking recent Google reviews/social pages for places before going, as opening nights and crowds can vary a lot.

From Krakow I boarded a train bound for Prague and then I had to make a change in Ostrava. The little I saw of that city didn’t excite me enough to put it on my list for future destinations.
 
Brno is smaller than Krakow, but equally old and home of several universities. So what you get here is the atmosphere of an old university city, but with considerably less other tourists than Krakow.
 
On the evening of my arrival, Saturday, I decided to visit Las Palmas, the local gay sauna. It's a noticeably old place. But clean and with the facilities you expect. Lockers, showers, jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, and cruising area with 4 rooms where you can find privacy. Cash only, so you need to get hold of some koruna. The crowd was hardly a crowd, I think a maximum of 10 guests including myself. I wasn’t really interested in any of the other guests and noone approached me for any funny business, so unlike the sauna in Warsaw the previous Sunday, there was neither eye candy nor action in this place.
 
I went back to the hotel, the Continental, a nice place that is supposedly a prime example of Czech mid-century modern architecture. On Grindr I chatted with a late 20’s Iranian recent graduate from one of the universities and we agreed to keep in touch for a possible meeting the next day.
 
The next day the weather was absolutely gorgeous, almost summery. I took a tram to the dam at the edge of Brno and hiked around the Western bank of the lake to Veveri Castle and back via the Eastern bank. If I were to do it again, I would choose the Eastern bank both ways as it was much more quiet and scenic and reserved for only bicycles and pedestrians. Btw, the trams in Brno are super modern and easy to use. You just tap your credit or debit card as you enter and exit the tram. If you forget to tap on exit, you are only charged for a one hour ticket.

When I came back from my hike, I had a very nice hook up with the Iranian guy.
 
I also use Tinder, but it doesn’t update locations as frequently as Grindr, so it can be a bit tricky when you are on the road. I matched with a nice early 20’s Ukrainian student, and I spent most of my second full day with him in my hotel room and on a nice walk around the old city.
 
After we parted I visited the Capucine Crypt. It contains around 40 mummified monks and patrons of the monastery. The bios of the monks and patrons also tells the story of the monastery and some of the History of Brno. I found the place fascinating.
 
On my third and final full day, I visited the labyrinth under the Vegetable Market in the city centre, climbed the tower of the cathedral of Saint Peter and Paul, and walked up to and around Brno Castle. In the evening, I hooked up with a mid 20’s Czech student of Vietnamese descent, whom I met via Grindr. It was another very nice hook up.

I think I may be going back to Brno in the future. It’s a lovely place with interesting and not very crowded sights and enough young men from the universities to keep my afternoons and evenings busy.
 
From Brno I took a train bound for Berlin and changed in Dresden for a connection to Leipzig. I hope to get around to the last and final installment on Leipzig in a few days.

Krakow is a great city and well worth visiting. Lots of willing young men.

 



The famous Jagielonian University

It also has a fascinating Jewish quarter

It was the best of times, it was the…well actually pretty good times all in all 🙂I recently spent two weeks travelling by train in Central Europe and visited Warsaw, Krakow, Brno and Leipzig.
 
The first and shortest stop was Warsaw where I spent two nights. I arrived on a Sunday early evening and decided to try my luck at a sauna.. I chose “Sauna the Fire” since it was closest and had decent reviews and was open until 2 am.
 
It is a small place on only one floor, but it has the basics;  lockers, bar, showers, jacuzzi, dry sauna, steam room, and a cruising area with a handful of private cubicles. The place seemed clean and well maintained.
 
When I arrived around 8 or 9 pm it was packed. Most of the crowd were both younger and fitter than me, so I wasn’t sure I would be getting anything except for eye candy that evening. I did find a couple of guys to play with. One late 30’s average build  guy and one early 20’s tall and chubby guy both found this early 50’s tall and reasonably fit guy worthy of a roll in the cubicles.
 
The next day, I walked a lot around Warsaw. It was my first visit there and the weather was lovely, so I did my best to cover as much ground as possible. I also joined a ww2 themed walking tour. Ate Zurek for Lunch and borscht and cherry pierogies at a Ukrainian restaurant for dinner.
 
I was tired after a long day so my efforts to see if I could hook up via Grindr were a bit halfhearted. I did get a couple of propositions from moneyboys. One was from a local or perhaps Ukrainian early 20’s who asked for 200 PLN (around 50 €) and another was from a late 20’s African who asked for 800 PLN plus transport. I didn’t proceed with either of the offers and got a good night's sleep instead.
 
Next stop was Krakow. Hopefully I will get around to reporting on that in a day or two.

The evening hour: Is three truly a crowd?
I’ve talked about this topic many times over. Who doesn’t want an orgy where you’re the center of attention? I’ve had my fair share of threesomes in the past—free guys, free-and-paid combos, and all paid. To some limited success, sadly. There is always going to be some politics behind every threesome, no matter how understanding everyone thinks they are about each other’s roles. The politics of being the third wheel in a boyfriend sandwich, for example, risks having pre-existing drama between the pair play out in the scene. Pairing two rent boys together, without knowing if they play well with each other, risks frustration—with you having to commandeer the whole situation just to guarantee yourself your intended result.

Unless you have three utterly versatile individuals, or an overly active top with two bottoms eager to please and be pleased, there’s always some element of taking direction from someone in the trio—or a turn-taking aspect to the scene. What if one person is getting all the attention from another? Sometimes the third gets left out and has to awkwardly wait their turn. Threesomes seem excellent on paper—the promise of more bodies, more cocks, more orgasms—but the reality, at least for me, doesn’t deliver as well as a focused, direct, and deep connection with one individual.
Which is not to say I don’t like threesomes. I do, and I usually welcome the opportunity when it presents itself, but it’s rare that I seek it out. It’s always someone on Grindr, for example—after messaging me and agreeing to meet—who then asks if I want to add a third, usually someone specific they already have in mind. Oftentimes, that person can’t host, and I can, so they conveniently use my place for their orgy needs. If the offer sounds fishy or the third is fugly, then I won’t go through with it. But in the rare times that everything checks out, I find that saying yes more often than not turns out to be fun.
With rent boys, I definitely never seek out a threesome. I like to discover these treasures one cock at a time, and with a threesome you tend to get limbs tangled up—hardly intimate. When it does happen, it’s usually with a boy I’ve known before. He already knows my wants and needs, and when he—or we—invite a third, it’s done with full consultation between both parties, not just me, the paying one. Usually, my rent boy friend preps the third beforehand so everything runs smoothly.

So here I am. It’s almost 8 PM at Thermas, minding my own business, drinking my fourth Jack and Diet of the day. I know I’ve already come three times today—once with the Spaniard at the hotel, and twice with Thermas boys. Three is usually my limit before I call it a day. But at 8 PM, I’m not ready to leave yet. It still feels too early to call it a night.
I notice the sauna has considerably emptied out after 8 PM. That seems to be the unofficial cutoff for most punters and boys here. Still, there are a few lingering—mostly Europeans, some Latinos—hanging around the bar. Man-guide, the Albanian who was my first lay here yesterday, is sitting close-ish to me, watching football on TV. He turns, stands up, hugs me, and asks how I’m doing.
We get into a conversation for a bit before he offers his services again. I decline, saying I’m tired and just hanging out. Still, I’m reminded he has the exact look I go for but rarely find: working-class type, fit but not overly roided or gym-obsessed—just naturally built from good genes and real physical work. Tall, bearded, nice gray eyes. He reminds me of every hot dad I see at Disneyland. Fertile dad energy. And he still holds the award for thickest cock out of everyone I’ve been with so far in Barcelona.
“Do you still not kiss?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He confirms—no kissing, no sucking.
But then he proposes a threesome. He says he’ll find a boy who can do the kissing and sucking for him. He leans in close, grabs me, and whispers the rest of his pitch—this boy will be gorgeous, have a great ass for us to fuck, and will kiss me and suck both of us. He delivers it slowly, deliberately. I can feel his hot breath in my ear.
And somehow, it’s working.
I tell him maybe—it depends on the boy. I have to like him. He stands up, tells me to wait, and bolts upstairs.
He comes back with an even taller guy. Early to mid-20s. Smooth babyface, lean, well-built body. Alabaster white skin that practically begs to be touched. He’s wearing shorts and shoes but no shirt—probably on his way out when the Albanian intercepted him. He sits next to me, shakes my hand, asks my name and where I’m from.

“Good looking, yes?” the Albanian says.
I silently agree.
Turns out the guy is Colombian, which I wouldn’t have guessed. He speaks English, which helps. Honestly, if I were alone, I’d just take him for myself. But here we are.
We head up to reception. The Colombian goes to change into a towel. I book the suite with the shower again—might as well do it right.

All three of us head down. Door closes. Locks. The Albanian pulls out a fistful of condoms and lube packets, tossing them on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times. Then he starts giving instructions—who’s topping (us), who’s bottoming (him), what I like. He asks the Colombian if he’s on PrEP. He nods. That answers that.
The Colombian hops in the shower.
While we wait, the Albanian takes off my towel and tells me to lie down. No oils, just a quick, rough massage—enough to get things going. It works.
The Colombian comes back, and while I’m facing down, he starts touching my ass. More instructions from the Albanian, and soon enough, the Colombian is rimming me. Then sucking. Then the Colombian sucks both of us.
The Albanian has me sit up and tells the Colombian to kiss me. Finally. He lubes me up, then the Colombian. Before long, he tells the Colombian to sit on me—and he does, confidently, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
This goes on for a while, with the Albanian calling every shot—including mine. It’s a bit weird, honestly. Takes away some spontaneity. But the Colombian is fully game.
I finish with the Colombian sucking me off while the Albanian fucks him from behind. The visual alone is worth it—straight out of a porno. After a few more thrusts, the Albanian pulls out, aims, and finishes across my chest.
A successful threesome—with a touch of Albanian control freak energy.
I shower in the suite. When I come out, they’re casually talking football like nothing just happened. We leave the room grinning.
Worth it.
I pull out 150 euros—everything I have left from my withdrawal yesterday. 100 to the Albanian, the mastermind. 50 to the Colombian. I have a feeling I’ll see him again.
Next up: Sunday funday.

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works
Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example.

Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild.
I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own.
Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat.
Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas.
As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough.
I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits.
We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian.
That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before.
He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him.
Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket.
I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna.

I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind.
But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines.
So I ask him where he goes.
He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there.
Times are hard. You adapt.
I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed.
Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else.
I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart.

Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me.
Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell.
He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking.
Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve.
Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss.
There’s nothing else like it. Not here.
He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.”
And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting.
I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision.
He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him?
We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down.
The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling.
Maybe he plans to use everything?



And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act.
Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something.
Latinos just know what they’re doing.
One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session.
I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more.
He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home.
And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time.
Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

Had a great time in Berlin. Tabasco was as Heba described. Thank you!

I'll be there too on December 20-22 - wrapping up my tour of german christmas markets in Berlin. Saw a few cuties on planetromeo and most were in the 150 to 200 euro range. Overnights were about 600-1000 euros or more for some. So much better than NYC rates. Tempted to visit Tabasco though.

Try Turkey (Antalya), Georgia or Kazakhstan. Lots of young Russian guys there trying to make a living after having fled from Russia. 

After visiting prague last year and great advice from forum members, i had an OK time but not the same level of excitement that I had when I went to the saunas in Barcelona, where I felt like a kid in a candy store. I presume in prague, you have to work hard at sourcing these hot guys from online hookup/dating sites. In nyc, i have found a number of guys who are not escorts per se, but after striking up an online conversation, followed up with picture exchange and possibly coffee,  will do it for steady/easy cash. I'm seeing 3 regular guys at the moment: an italian model, a midwestern violinist and a blonde ballet dancer by meeting them online and they are not escorts. I guess everyone has a price...but I look forward to your review of Prague! I'm hoping that other germanic cities, i.e., Berlin, Vienna might provide more rewarding escort experiences....

I started this forum exactly 10 years ago. At that time, I was going very frequently to Prague and Escape, Pinocchio and GayRomeo were very active with lots of boys. Action was also possible in Drakes where there were shows with available dancers.  Now the situation is totally different : Escape is definitely closed, no new boys Pinocchio (now Down), no more shows in Drakes. Finally, there are not many new cute boys on Gayromeo. Whenever I go to Prague, I try to post something, but there is no much to be said. 

Because you are coming out of a coma?
(this thread was unresponded for 45 days) 😇

im born and breed in barcelona , and i spend a lot of my wages there , hahahaha 
 
 

I hope to be in Prague beginning June and will try to explore both bars! Have already lined up a couple of boys from Romeo!

The x club was rather busy this week end. There are some new models (Misha from Russia, Miguel from Colombia, ...).
Another strip club is going to open beginning of June, close to x club on Jecna. 

Thanks. I am at JFK. I’ll be in BCN a bit too early 
this are going to be a full on Sexcation fun  
 

Did not go to the hustler bars. Did all my shopping online. Great looking guys and very reasonable. Worth visiting again. Probably October again this year. 

Was there in October and the rates vary. I met a czech guy for 100 per hour up to 200 for a german university student. The overnight rates also varied between 400 up to 800. Prices are in euros.

It would be awkward for me to see a female customer in the sauna. Just my opinion. Major buzz kill. 
 

Really? most of the Europe except London, nordic countries & Switzerland? For muscular, good looking under 30y.o.?  Please do tell, I would love to know. And yes, this board is very resourceful.

I salute your optimism @young11 but I feel you will have to increase your budget. An attractive, fit young man, such as you desire, may well charge 2-3x your suggested rate. 

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I went to Melody bar yesterday around 11 pm. A few customers. A few boys. Chris aka Marek was dancing. He was very sexy and teasing with his cowboy cap and I took him for a lapdance.
Lapdances are 1000 Kr for 10 minutes, which is pretty expensive for Prague (but inflation here is around 15 %). You go to the second room, they close the curtain and you are with your boy to do whatever you have agreed upon beforehand.
The day before, they claimed there was a party until 8 am ... 
Some of the boys performing in Melody who can be found on Hunqz
 

 

It would be awkward for me to see a female customer in the sauna. Just my opinion. Major buzz kill. 
 

In my opinion this looks very good:
https://apretude.com/