I loved Paris from the first moment and enjoyed great times in the museums and patisseries. What a great combination for a fulfilling and exciting life, but Paris was also known for its other stimulating life; there were very sexy people everywhere in Paris. The women all dressed so stylishly and had fantastic figures. They also had good opinions of themselves and exuded a personal satisfaction that was most attractive. The French men had deep and sexy accents that told you it would be a wonderful time in bed with them. I wondered if everyone’s libido increased as mine did.
During this visit to the City of Lights, I decided to explore the darker side of Paris in one of its gay bars. I had read about this location online and knew that there wouldn’t be much English spoken there, so I had to practice my French phrases for ordering a drink. I didn’t worry much about the French words for sex. Most of that would happen with eye contact and hands anyway.
Located just outside the gay district, there was a small bar that had a dark basement area for play. The online pictures were not very clear, so I didn’t have much to go on other than the knowledge that once you ordered a drink, you could gain access to the downstairs without any additional fee. It seemed like a good deal to me. Beer and sex went well together.
I arrived at the location in the late afternoon anticipating that men getting off from work would stop by for a drink and perhaps something more. Like many other small gay bars, it had an unassuming storefront with a door that could only be opened by pressing the buzzer and being viewed by the bartender from inside. It was probably not necessary in these days of acceptance, but these were also still days of violence, so better safe than sorry. I pulled on the heavy door and was immediately met with a huge change in lighting from the bright sunny day outside. The dark red walls didn’t bounce back much light but absorbed and softened what was generated by the dim lights.
Ahead of me was a small L shaped bar that could seat about eight people and around the walls were small tables and chairs that could seat another fifteen or so. The most entertaining element about this bar was the very graphic gay porn that was playing openly on the two large screen televisions. The volume was low but the grunts and moans were still audible. I internally laughed thinking about the sports that would have been playing in a regular bar. This was a major improvement.
I took a seat at the short end of the bar where no one was sitting. The thirtyish dark and handsome bartender with a good build and short black hair approached and asked about my beverage interest. He was wearing tight fitting black pants and vest that accented his athletic form. I would have enjoyed massaging his body, but I just ordered a popular draught beer. There was nothing “gay” in his attire or approach and he could just as easily have been working in a straight bar. He poured the beer properly into a glass and placed it on the bar in front of me while stating the price. I provided a ten Euro bill knowing that this would pay for the beer and provide some change that I could leave as a tip. The bartender placed my change on the counter and returned to the group at the other end of the bar. All of them continued their boisterous conversation in French. It didn’t seem that they were talking about sex or the porn and I didn’t sense that they were talking about me either.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw a couple of men sitting singly at tables texting on their phones. I sat at the bar nursing my beer for the next fifteen minutes to get a better understanding of my surroundings. During that time four more patrons entered, ordered their drinks and took peripheral seats using their phones. No one sat in the seats next to me. A couple of them paid a coin or two to coat check a jacket and then I noted two of the patrons make use of the staircase behind me that I hadn’t seen when I entered. They gave me the courage to do the same, taking my half finished beer with me.
It was a steep iron spiral staircase and the walls were black so even less light was available. This led me to hold the railing firmly and take careful steps making sure that my head had clearance. When I arrived at the bottom level, I noted a wash area with modest rectangular mirrors and a toilet closet. I had read that no shower facility was available and they were correct. I didn’t get a sense of cleanliness like a hotel bathroom but more like a well used restaurant toilet.
An area about ten meters long had a row of booths along one side and an open wall with ledge on the other side. No seating was available, even inside the booths. It looked like a couple of them had glory holes. No porn was playing down here, so men had to make their own. At the far end was an open booth with a leather sling hung in place. I wasn’t interested in the sling for myself, but I would have enjoyed watching two hot men make good use of it. I didn’t see anyone in any of the booths which were all open but there were four men along the wall checking out who might be of interest.
The men were a mix of older and middle aged as well as a couple of younger ones in their twenties. I couldn’t read who was a top or a bottom in the dim light. As often happened in these situations, there was a lot of looking and hesitancy with no one initiating activity. Since I was in a very horny mood, which had led me to come here in the first place, I wasn’t going to just stand around forever.
I moved myself into the largest open booth which didn’t have a door and could allow for three or four men to be standing close together. I went into the back, dark corner and got on my knees. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock for some personal stroking. A couple of men walked by and stopped to take a look, but didn’t enter the booth. Then a man a bit older than myself, approached with confidence and opened up his dress pants. He knew what he had come for. The masculine man had a big uncut cock that he pushed toward my face where I had been wetting my lips in anticipation of such an event.
I held his cock with one hand and opened my mouth wide to consume the head of the big shaft. He wasn’t hard, but was already at about six inches with some good thickness. Taking his dick took some effort and required me to focus on relaxing my mouth and throat. The man grunted in pig like fashion as he felt the warmth of my mouth. He wanted more and held the back of my head with both of his strong hands while pushing himself in another inch. I pressed my lips firmly against his cock and he said, “Oui, oui,” with pleasure.
I knew that he was going to be a challenge for me, so I took out the small bottle of poppers I had brought and took a hit. These were not new so they had modest effect, but it was enough for me to relax and let him go at me the way that he wanted. I felt his domination growing; he wanted to just fuck my face without mercy. The Frenchman understood my need for poppers and gave me a few seconds to respond to the drug. When the man heard me give a good exhale of relaxation, he was ready to take me the way he wanted. His assertiveness expressed itself fully as he forcefully plunged his thick dick as far as it would go.
By now there was another man who had entered the booth and was stroking himself next to the older man. This man was middle fifties and might have been working class, stopping here after work, for what he wasn’t getting at home anymore. The older man kept the other one from getting too close and pushed his cock quickly into my watering mouth. Since I was now relaxed, I didn’t gag or pull away but allowed him to use me for his pleasure. I wanted to stimulate his big dick into being bigger and harder. He pumped with force against the back of my throat which enjoyed the fleshy sensation of the tip of his cock. He never got fully hard and I could tell that he was using up some of his energy, but the old man kept hold of my head continuing to thrust into me in an impersonal way.
As the man tired, he allowed the workman to put his dick in my face. This man was completely hard and really thick. He was less aggressive, but clearly in need of a warm place to put his big member. I opened further and took the cut cock about half way in using my tongue to apply pressure to the underside of his shaft. I heard another deep grunt of response and decided to press on to see if I could take the whole thing. I came close, as I felt my face press against his dark pubic hair. I pulled back for air and plunged in again. This time thick cock found the back of my throat where I could squeeze it fully. I felt him arch his back to push his meat in further.
I began a serious pumping back and forth for the full length of the erect penis. Each time I let him come most of the way out before I pressed my lips hard against his hot flesh taking thick cock to the back of my throat. I could feel that this was getting to be too much for him, so I switched back to the older man who was happy to have my warm mouth back on his dick. He had softened a bit which was fine after the workout my mouth had just had. I used one hand to gently stroke the working man which kept him engaged in our threesome. I didn’t sense that the two men interacted with each other but their clothed bodies were close together to keep their cocks near my face.
I began a serious pumping action with the older man and he held my head in place to show his dominance which may have been more important for him than the sensuous pleasure I was giving his cock. He wanted to control me and do what he pleased. Therein was his desire and pleasure. The old man’s dick still didn’t get hard but it was a nice cock to feel in my mouth and I was happy to surrender myself to his dominance.
I returned to the thicker man and knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for long. I decided not to tease him but to go full bore and take his orgasm. I opened my mouth as far as I could and plunged all the way down and back out a dozen times in quick succession. Each time, the man began to quiver until he could no longer be restrained, letting go a huge shot of sperm that overwhelmed my mouth. It was so much that I had to back off to swallow so that I wouldn’t choke in the dark intimate space. Some dribbled from my lips onto the dark floor below. “Oh, Oh, merci,” he offered in relief and happiness while backing away. I knew that I had fully nurtured his happiness that day and that he would be a better man for having gotten the necessary relief. Maybe he would even bring some flowers home to the wife.
Was this man exploring his bisexuality just as I had done in the porn theaters of New York in my forties? Was he trying to figure out that his life had changed and he had to catch up? Or was he just another man who had determined that a warm mouth was a warm mouth and in the dim light of the adult bookstore it didn’t matter much who swallowed his load. Release was necessary and urgent. Perhaps he envisioned me as his fantasy whore wife on her knees in the dark with other men breathing heavily and watching, stroking their cocks while his fantasy whore wife took his creamy load. He might still see himself as completely straight and fully masculine.
The huge load of sperm and sucking on two big cocks had taken their toll on my energy level and I knew that it would take a lot to make the older man orgasm so I chose to stand up and get cleaned. I could tell that the older man was disappointed, but it was not to be helped. I went to the wash area and cleaned my face and washed down some sperm with the remains of my beer which was not at all cold anymore.
I relaxed to regain my energy because I had come here for my orgasm as well. When I felt rejuvenated, I returned to that same large booth area and pressed my back against the back wall while unzipping my jeans. I took out my cock and began stroking. The old man came by but he wasn’t interested in providing me with any pleasure so he passed on by. A twenty something dark skinned African man came over. I had noted this thin youth earlier when he was interacting with another man. Perhaps he had an interest in me then, but the young man was very shy and hesitant to make contact. I undid the buttons on my shirt and exposed my smooth chest and sensitive nipples to provide additional enticement. He slowly moved to me and pressed his young smooth hand sensually against my chest. His warm hand began to slowly rotate providing a gentle massage. Soon he applied more pressure and my cock responded appropriately.
He firmly twisted one nipple and noted that it got firmer when doing so. He also noted my breathing change and an “mmmm,” sound emanating from my chest. The youth used his other hand and did the same thing to the other equally sensitive nipple and I was getting very aroused. I had been stroking my cock while my nipples were getting attention and the boy encouraged me to continue. He only briefly touched my cock to verify its firmness which was now significant. I wished that he had dropped to his knees and taken my hard shaft into his dark mouth, but that didn’t happen.
He became more aggressive and really squeezed both nipples hard, twisting them firmly. The youth used a good amount of pressure and I was getting close to an orgasm. “Oui, Oui,” he encouraged and I shot a big load into my hand. My body quivered as he continued to pull on the sensitive nipples until he felt that I had emptied my balls. The young man then reached down with one hand and took some of my load and licked the white fluid into his mouth like an amuse bouche. He backed off and I thanked him for the hot release. The youth disappeared into the dark and I needed to clean again.
I was now as relaxed as the working man had been, but had no partner to go home to. I hoped that he had no more guilt than I had about our furtive experience in the recesses of the gay bar. I was happy to climb the stairs into the better light of the bar and adjust my eyes before departing. As I walked back to my Paris apartment, I viewed the dusky city with a new hue from a fine dark gay experience tasting of beer and cum.
Under the Bar in Paris 2
About three days after my exciting experience in the gay bar, my libido returned to full force and I needed another outlet. Since I wasn’t having any good fortune in meeting someone from the Internet, I decided to make a return to the dark, cruisy basement of the gay bar. On my first visit I had enjoyed two big cocks and perhaps I would have more good fortune on another trip.
I arrived at the bar in the late afternoon since that time seemed to work well the last time. The same handsome bartender was working and I still lusted after his athletic body. I purchased the same beer so that I wouldn’t have to worry about speaking more French. I only stayed at the bar with my drink for five minutes because I had come for the activity below the bar. Taking my beer in hand, I carefully wended my way down the metal spiral staircase. Now that I knew the lay of the land I didn’t have to be as cautious. I wasn’t quite a regular but I wasn’t a neophyte either.
I noted four men cruising the area and there must have been an additional two in one of the booths since the door was closed. I went to the adjoining booth which had a glory hole. I bent down to peer into the dimly lit closed booth through the four inch wide hole in the wall. I could see the pale ass of one man who was pushing his cock into the face of a man who I couldn’t see at all. I heard the heavy breathing of the man who was pumping and the slurping sounds of the recipient. There was a sexual heat emanating from their booth and I rubbed my crotch to stimulate my appendage.
A fortyish man came into my booth and pulled a thick cock from his jeans. Since I was bent over looking into the glory hole, I only had to turn in that direction for his cock to be properly positioned for me. I licked my lips and he brought his dick to my face. The man was already partially aroused and he supported his shaft from underneath to slide it into my open mouth. I loved the pleasant thickness of the six inch uncut cock. He didn’t touch me but pressed his other hand against the dark wall for support while pushing his cock deeper into my welcoming hole.
I kept my head in place while he pushed back and forth inserting the shaft into my warm wet space as far as it could go. It didn’t matter to him that I was older as long as I was giving up my warmth to his needy cock. He exhibited animalistic urgency more than sensuality. He craved a place for release and my mouth was in a good position for him. The man increased the speed of his thrusts and I felt that shaft getting thicker and harder. His breathing deepened as the need for release increased. His deep grunting sounds told me that cum was on its way, but the man didn’t hold on to me as he shoved his cock and his cum into my throat. I savored the taste of the hot fluids as they coated my throat on their downward journey. What a satisfying early encounter!
He backed up quickly tucking his cock into his pants. The man leaned his masculine body against the wall while pulling up the zipper securely. He exhaled deeply a couple of times and hurriedly departed without any comment. There hadn’t seemed to be anything gay about this man, so it must have taken some courage on his part to come to this gay bar seeking sexual release. I wondered how many times he had made these sexual trips. Perhaps I had been like that when I first went to porn theatres in New York to get blow jobs from men. The taste of his cum went well with a swig of my not so cold beer.
A short time later a small framed Arabic looking thirty year old man came down the stairs and began cruising his options. He was very attractive with his dark skin that I anticipated would be pleasantly smooth. He was wearing a light tee shirt and tight denim shorts that curved tightly around his small ass. The whites of his eyes stood out in the dark and beckoned to me. I followed the sexy man into one of the booths that didn’t have a door. He turned and smiled displaying more bright white on his face.
He held his hand out at my crotch level and I walked over to him. A small hand sensually rubbed my cock through the denim shorts and I responded well to his ministrations. He undid the zipper and released the hard shaft from its confines. The youth bent down and took me into his warm mouth while I leaned against the dark wall for support. I rubbed his soft black hair that was so youthful and attractive. He didn’t suck me for long, but turned around and dropped his shorts to the floor exposing a naked smooth ass ready to be penetrated. The beautiful curves of the dark skin spoke to me and I put on a condom. The young man bent over and braced himself by putting both hands against the wall. I moved up behind him and discovered that he had already lubricated himself. He felt open and ready, so I pushed the head of my cock inside this smooth sexy body. He seemed very receptive, so my cock continued its deeper exploration into his body marking new territory with each push. Soon he had taken all of my seven inches and was eager to be fucked.
I held onto the slender hips as I energetically thrust in and out of his hot young body. His skin was smooth and soft, almost feminine. “Yes, Yes,” I heard him say in English. His encouragement led me to push harder and deeper which was very stimulating. I could tell that an orgasm was building and I didn’t want to cum so soon after my arrival. I pretended to orgasm and held his body tightly against me, keeping my shaft fully inserted as I trembled. He didn’t want me to linger inside, but pulled away and put on his shorts. He made no comment as he quickly departed. It was an abrupt ending to our sexy merging. I wondered if his sexual drive was to be conquered by as many men as possible. Perhaps he needed quantity and variety more than quality or sensuality. There certainly had been a limited amount of humanity in our interaction.
I was surprised when I came out of the booth to see a small gathering of men at the far end where the sling was positioned. I went to observe and noted that there was a middle forties, thick and hairy naked man who had placed himself into the black leather sling with his ass exposed, hoping for penetration. There was a short stocky man nearby stroking his average but thick cock. He was fully clothed and in his early fifties. Just his cock was visible. I wondered if he had the confidence to fuck in public. The man seemed to change his mind as he tucked the hard shaft back inside his pants and wandered off. The other men must have been there to watch, because they then wandered off as well, leaving the one in the sling naked and disappointed. Not all cruising ended in success.
I had no interest in the stocky man and returned to checking out the booths. There wasn’t a lot of activity so I went back to the booth where I had been with the young Arab. I took out my dick and played with myself, bringing my cock to its full attractive hardness. I hoped that someone would join me and get on their knees. I really wanted a good blow job.
A bit later, the young Arab came by and saw that I was in full arousal. He smiled and came into the booth. He didn’t bother to suck me, but pulled down his shorts and braced himself against the wall in the same position as our first encounter. I came over to him and tried to push his head down to pleasure my cock, but the young man only wanted to be fucked. I decided that thrusting my cock in and out of him would be a good way to orgasm and I was ready.
I put on a condom and slipped up behind the sexy smooth ass. He backed up onto my hard shaft and I pushed inside with one quick shove that brought my balls all the way up to his sexy body. I was not in the mood for gentle this time and moved quickly into intense powerful thrusts of my hard dick into his soft flesh. He grunted with pleasure from each of the thrusts and his breaths shortened. I loved the feel of his skin and enjoyed watching my lighter colored cock disappear into the darker body. The head of my cock was stimulated by the tightness of his ass and I felt my orgasm rising. My dick got harder and thicker and filled him fully. Like the Frenchman, I grunted out my orgasm as the condom filled up with my sperm.
He quickly moved forward releasing my shaft. The young man smiled happily as he dressed and departed, content with success. Like him, I felt satisfaction with my experience in fucking this sexy man twice resulting in a fake orgasm as well as a great real one. I put myself back together and climbed up the spiral staircase. There was an attractive middle aged man at the top waiting for me to reach the end of the narrow spiral so that he could descend. I would have followed him back downstairs if I hadn’t had such a good time already. I pushed open the heavy bar door, noting that the sun hadn’t set yet. The city was still blessed with bright daylight contrasting with the alluring darkness under the gay bar.