A bit belated, but I wanted to share the hot experience I had staying at ZigZag hostel in Kiev in July, an experience that inspired a piece of erotic fiction I wrote (
https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/109416).
So I stayed in a four man dorm room, in the bottom bunk closer to the window. Right across from me, in the other bottom bunk, was a hairy guy in his 40s from Georgia (the former Soviet republic, not the US state).The first morning of my stay, I looked over and saw that he was sleeping completely naked, with only a sheet to cover him. I got some great views of his hairy ass as he turned in his sleep. Later, although I tried not to stare too directly or for too long, I got some great glimpses of his dick as he changed in the room.
In the room, I mostly hung out in just a tight pair of low-rise bikini briefs that showed off my bulge and didn't quite cover my pubic bush. One evening, I was sitting on my bed in my briefs, and a young guy walked in, this cute Azerbaijani guy who spent one night in the top bunk opposite me. He was really friendly and we chatted for a bit. I complimented him on his physique, and he flexed a bit for me. Then, maybe because he saw I was so comfortable in my underwear, he stripped down to his tight boxer briefs, which showed off a tasty bulge.
One night, the older Georgian guy got back to the room really late, maybe 4 in the morning, and then he started playing with his phone. Normally, I'd find this annoying, because the phone light was making it harder to sleep. But this was perfect, because it looked like he was sexting someone--in the dim light, I could see him sending messages, then reaching under the covers and playing with himself a little bit. And I heard a couple of camera clicks, so maybe he was even sending naked or near-naked pictures of himself in bed.
Anyway, I was starting to get really turned on by this guy, so the next day, I was a little more open about sitting on my bed in my tight, bulging underwear, looking at him as he changed. And the weird thing was, he didn't seem to mind. In fact, even though he spoke very little English and I don't speak Georgian or Russian, we struck up a little friendship. Through hand gestures, he asked if he could borrow a T-shirt from me. I said yes, and then we got dressed together--he even sprayed a bit of his deodorant under my arms before I put on my shirt--and then got some breakfast together. Nothing more happened beyond that (though I wish it had), but it was a pretty great experience with communal nudity (or near-nudity) and male bonding.