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Cum Drenched

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The best part of a business trip remains the stop-over, which, about a year ago, let me to spend a night in my favourite city, Paris. Even though happily married, there is a still is touch of bisexual curiosity in me, and I often fantasised about encounters with men who are in a similar situation.
There was a little time for adventure. On the internet, I had found the address of a sauna club not too far away from my hotel, and, as soon as I was checked in and settled, I made my way to this admittedly not overly luxurious establishment. But what followed made fully up for it. As soon as I locked my clothes away, my exhibitionist and voyeuristic desires were immediately met, especially when entering the already hot and humid steam room, in which about eight, mostly elderly men were sitting, some of them with impressive hard-ons, playing with themselves. I have to admit, there's something intriguing in seeing men who -- in their daily lives surely will represent themselves with dignity and professional constraint -- sit there naked, aroused, and openly defying bourgeois expectations. Plus, the erect penis is an awfully powerful sight!
The obvious sexual tension present in this small room, joint with a certain degree of hesitation, was rather arousing, and it did not take long for me to react as well, still standing fully naked in front of the others. This of course was noted, and several men slowly moved over towards me, touching my behind, while asking me to sit down between them. No-one, I believe, can resist the flattering words of elderly men commenting on one's comparatively large penis (at least, I can't) and its beautiful shape.
One of them, a relatively athletic, gray-haired man of about 55 years, with the flair of a successful banker or lawyer, started to walk over right next to me, taking his erect penis in his long-fingered, manicured, and obviously married hand to softly touch my cheek and lips with its warm and soft skin. Not more. I had to admit, I very much enjoyed this sensation, together with the hint of the 'forbidden' smell, submitting myself to even more hands touching me -- my chest, my legs, my arms as well as my balls and my penis. Someone slid down behind me, I felt his penis on my back and his hand moving under the crack of my but, sliding his middle finger softly up my anus and rhythmically moving it. Just a little, but enough to be very arousing. Given the various, immensely strong sensations, it took me a while to fully realise that a rather fat (in a cuddly sort of way) guy without body and almost no facial hair, but with an immense wobbly tummy, warm eyes and a very attractive smile was kneeing in front of me, looking straight into my eyes while softly masturbating my uncut and very hard dick. A few seniors, trying to get theirs up (again?), watched us carefully from behind, while, at the same time, I had gripped hold of two dicks that presented themselves on either side of me.
It seemed everyone in the steam room now stood around me, with hands and dicks touching my skin everywhere, some men kissing my body and a few guys standing directly in front of my face jerking off. The situation become so unbearably tense that, soon, some of us, including myself, began to 'loose control' and moan more and more loudly. I tried my best to hold back, with only limited success. However, before I had to ejaculate, which I did forcefully (and proudly) right onto the fat guy's shoulder, I felt warm cum dripping down my hair, being shot against my forehead, my cheek, my chest and in my hands. The sexual energy that had been building was so intense that, up until today, I have no recollection as to how many men actually came on me. It was sticky everywhere!
If anything, I wished that I would not have had to fear AIDS and STDs, because I was craving the taste of dick and cum (I've only tried my own) on my tongue. Still, the smell of sex, immediately following everybody's release, now mostly running down my skin, was powerful enough to remember this moment during many other times that I was alone playing with myself. Interestingly enough, nobody talked at all throughout this (or I have blocked this out entirely). It was all pretty surreal.
Needless to say, I wouldn't mind going there again one day, even though I am sure it'll probably never be that way again...



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