Vienna was wonderful and the gay hotel was incredibly cruisy and a good place for picking up young guys
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By Paco Prado
We finished shooting a dozen videos and films in Prague and now I had a good 2 weeks to leisurely explore some of Europe. I decided that one of the few places I had not been to was Austria and dedicated a whole week to get to know the country. I never will regret that decision.
I didn’t want to put up with nosy desk clerks and if I picked up a trick I wanted to have enough freedom to bring it back to my room and fuck my brains out if I so decided. You know how pesky some of these hetero hotels can be. For that reason I did a little research and chose to stay at Hotel-Pension Wild
I found out that Vienna is a very gay friendly city and there are dozens upon dozens of gay venues and places to cruise and where you can actually pick up some very attractive and interesting young men. The sex is incredible in Vienna. A good place to start I was told is the terrace alongside a canal running through the Stadtpark; even as cold as it was and the circumstances didn’t prove propitious to outdoor activities, there they were, walking up and down the promenade, looking and cruising.
The weather started to turn for the worse and the fog that was rolling in was a presage for more severe and colder days. There was a lot of fog around which made taking pictures of the magnificent Rathaus very difficult, much to my annoyance, although in hindsight it provided a gloomy and dramatic backdrop to The Votivkirche, Vienna's landmark church.
The days were very short and the light was very poor as you can see from the photos and I was freezing my ass off so I went back to the guest house where I knew it would be warm and the company pleasant. The lobby had a fireplace and drinks would be served for a happy hour. I was looking forward to this because this is a very large hotel and each and everyone staying there is gay…surely there would be some willing victims to bed me.
I was right; when I returned I found the lobby teeming with young studs all talking and cruising, all good looking and blond…just my cup of tea. I went to my room to rid myself o the parka and then change since I had no plans to step outside again. There I was, some of the guys were actually Austrians from other parts of the country and yet there were some locals as well. It seems that this hotel is one that the locals frequent in order to socialize and meet some visitor or tourist like myself.
I took three, count them (3) guys at the gathering, took them up to my room and had sex with them. Did I mention they were blond?
The first one was Johannis (not sure about the spelling of his name) but what I am sure of is that this guy was an absolute doll…did I mention he was blond?
He was a medical student and a total bottom. It was actually him who came up to me and started the conversation. Here I am, Cuban, very Latino looking and probably looked very sultry and mysterious to the locals…opposites do attract and I was in demand. Even at my age, these youngsters were totally head over heels for me. Johannis had to be about 21 years old and we were in bed while he was totally adoring my muscular body, going down on me, licking every inch.
The view from my room was spectacular; only this night because of the fog I could not even see across the street. After the three tricks I was totally spent and went to sleep. I slept like a baby, the very comfortable bed with the heavy down covers and the total satisfaction after being sexually fulfilled made me sleep like a baby. The morning brought light and a clear day so I looked out the window and this is what I saw:
But I looked further and the street was white…all covered in snow…freshly fallen and giving the city a surreal look.
the pictures I did take.
Opposite the Rathaus on the other side of the road is the 19th-century Burgtheater. After wondering around the Christmas market I then walked over to the Greek-Revival-style Parlament, before continuing our way around to the Hofburg, the imperial palace of the Habsburgs, Austria's ruling dynasty until the start of World War I. As I started taking pictures of the palace, my camera battery decided to run out, much to my annoyance. It was a rather annoying day overall.
I then walked through Maria-Theresien-Platz where the palatial and architecturally identical Museums of Art History and Natural History face each other, with a statue of Empress Maria Theresa of Austria, the only female ruler of the Habsburgs, standing in the middle.
Maria-Theresien-Platz then leads into Museumquartier where several art museums reside. That is when it started to rain. I had no umbrella and the rain was coming down at a very good clip.
You can't go to Vienna and not have some cake and coffee at one of the many Viennese cafes, so I did just that, to get out of the rain and to get a taste of Vienna. The rain wasn't going to subside so I took a cab back to the hotel and had some wine and cheese in the lobby...got a pretty good buzz but I didn't pick up anybody. I was tired and although there were a couple of very nice looking guys who were coming on to me that night I just didn't want any company or any sex.
The next day I ventured out to Schloss Schönbrunn, the Habsburgs' summer palace.
Wouldn't you know it, there was a Christmas market right outside it.
Opulence and grandeur is certainly in order here, in similar vein to Versailles. I did the self-guided tour where I learned a little more about how royalty lived back in the day and the story of the beautiful Empress Elisabeth aka "Sisi", the free-spirited wife of Emperor Francis Joseph I and national icon who resented her teenage marriage to the Emperor, and spent most of her life traveling around Europe.
I suppose though, that once you've done one palace tour, you don't want to do another...after a while they all begin to look alike.
Gloriette
Pavilion-type thingy at the top of the hill behind the Schloss Schönbrunn.
The palace gardens are quite impressive as well. While not quite as immaculate or on the same scale as Versailles, the gardens are a nice stroll and several joggers were taking advantage of the picturesque surrounds. Directly behind the palace is the grosses parterre , a sculpted garden space that leads towards the Neptune Fountain. You are then able to walk up a hill to the "gloriette" a pavilion of sorts that sits atop the hill and offers great views across the city. Also in the gardens are a zoo and a maze! Much to my annoyance, the maze was closed. Dammit.
However, as cold as it was at least it wasn't raining and there were hundreds of single men just out for a walk or perhaps trying to hook up...I think the latter may have been the more likely case. I finally sat down in one of the benches and before long I had at least half a dozen good looking guys trying to strike a conversation. All of it in German of course; of which I speak very little. So that was one of the main drawbacks because I really didn't know what they were saying...for all I know they may have been saying: "baby, I've got a ten inch cock I want to shove up your ass" and I would not have known it. Then finally one who spoke English very well came around and he did make things a little easier because he had lived in England and he could make insinuations that I would be picking up as him coming on to me. I finally invited him to come to my hotel for cocktails and eventually sex.
But I was able to secure tickets with the hotel concierge to see a performance of the Vienna Boy’s Choir. The 100 or so 10 to 14-year-olds who make up the "Wiener Saengerknaben", as they are called, sing an astonishing 300 concerts a year. But it is during the festive season that their workload is heaviest. I had no idea that the amount of work that went into this was totally consuming and grueling but the results were obvious: this was as far as I was concerned, the most inspiring and elevating music I had ever heard.
To be continued…
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