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Cum Drenched

Posted by: Author: Age: 35 Posted on: 4 comments
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Ah, Paris, City of Lights and kinky dreams.

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 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 exciting, and it did not take long for me to react as well. I was now standing, fully naked, in front of the others, with my exhibitionist desires fully fulfilled. My cock's aroused state did not remain unnoticed, 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, beringed, and obviously manicured hand to softly touch my cheek and lips with its warm and soft skin. Not more, but enough to make me feel his pre-cum on my skin. I had to admit, I very much enjoyed this sensation, while soaking up the distinct genital 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, sat down, and formed some sort of a "seat back" for me. I felt the warmth of his skin, and particularly of his hardened penis, on my back, while his right hand moving under the crack of my but. Given the moisture of the steam room, and the warm water on the tiles, the sliding of his middle finger towards my anus felt wonderful, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his rhythmical movements. 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, before taking it in his warm and hungry eyes. His eyes were fully focused on mine, every time I looked. At the same time, a little in the background, there were a few seniors who were trying to get theirs up (again?), watching us carefully. Everyone else moved closer to me, and I took, almost naturally, two uncut dicks that presented themselves on either side of me, into my hands, jacking them off with an ever greater degree of pure lust. 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 smiling face. I felt warm cum dripping down my hair, I was being shot against my forehead, my cheek, my chest and in my hands. The sexual energy, which had been building rapidly, 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 had been craving desperately the taste of dick and cum (I've only tried my own) on my tongue (I still do). Nevertheless, 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 really 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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