Date: Wed, 26 May 2021 22:11:29 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Paris Naked Bar Nuit Paris Naked Bar Nuit Cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction. If you like the stories on the site you should consider a contribution. Comments welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com I lay in the foul smelling room on my back on a padded bench. My head was dizzy from the poppers and all night sex session. I didn't know the time now. The room was now empty of all the men who'd been there earlier during the night. My chest was crusted with the spent juices of many men. I felt the remains of men dripping from my overused hole. I guessed that it must be near closing time or much later. I lay trying to gather my wits and remembering how had I gotten into this situation. The night began with a dinner with a guards officer I had met at their barracks museum earlier in the day. He'd offer me coffee after taking me on a tour of the museum and then the guards' barracks. He'd asked if I'd seen much of the city's night life. I hadn't seen much in my 2 days there. He asked of my lodgings and I gave him a card I'd taken before going out that morning. I wrote my name and room number on the back. We set a time to meet that evening at the hotel. That evening after a light meal we toured some of the left bank hang outs favored by famous artists. On the metro ride back across town he asked how adventurous I felt. I agreed that being gay I would enjoy a look at that kind of Paris night life. So we headed to the Marais and it's notorious gay life. We hit about four crowded bars. Then he asked if I might like to see one type of bar unique to the city -- the naked bar. We walked through the Marais to a secluded side street. He knocked on a nameless door and we were buzzed in. Inside, a tall, Lanky, black man, his thin brown cock dangled between his legs. He took our cloths after we had deposited them in plastic, bags . Each of us were given numbered rubber wrist band. It was explained that the bartender would record our drinks and we'd pay up at the end of the night. I went in with my new friend and we ordered beers. We stood drinking and talking at the bar. I noticed all of the other patrons staring around at us. My friend seemed to be known by the others there. The bartender, a man with salt and pepper hair, brought us another beer. My friend pointed out that a number of men were going down a set of stairs at the side of the room. He told me that all of the action went on in the lower level. We finished our drinks and he pointed to the stairs smiling wickedly to me. We went down to the lower poorly lighted level. He found a dark corner where he kissed me feeling my ass. Soon he moved us to a space where there was a leather covered bench. I made no objection as he laid me down on the bench still kissing me as he parted my legs. I noticed others gathered around us watching my soon defilement at the hands of the handsome officer. Poppers were handed to him. He inhaled the potent fumes before handing them to me to inhale. I did as he had done. My head was spinning and my need for physical contact became strong. He raised my legs to his shoulders and eased his ridged cock to cock which had been lubed by one of the men watching us. His entry was smooth. I felt his pubic hair brush my ass cheeks. I moaned as each of his thick 7 inches were buried in me. He moaned cursed in French as he bottomed in me. I wrapped my legs around his hips to hold him in place as he plundered my ass. He took his time on the first fuck. As his second orgasm exploded in me he fell onto my chest breathless. He recovered and he kissed my cheek before leaving me there on the bench. Soon he was replaced by another French man. There are many men of different nationalities in Paris and I'm sure many of them had me during the night. I was finally awakened by the black doorman still naked with his long, brown cock dangling down past his . low hanging balls. He helped me to my feet and up the stair into the now empty, closed bar. He guided me to a back shower room, I'd only had the 2 beers but felt quite drunk. He got into the shower and carefully wash me. We were soon joined by the handsome salt and peppered haired bartender. Both men tended to my body cleaning me inside and out. Both men did take liberties with me. Afterwards I was offered coffee and a ride to my hotel. In the car I was told that my bill was paid by my friend and a note was given to me. It told me that he would meet me at my hotel for dinner at seven. I slept for most of the morning before having lunch. Dinner was great and after we returned to the barracks for drinks and a round of play with his fellow officers.