An experience in the wonderful Parisian sauna called Key West - go there!
Key West - a typical Parisian entry through an archway to a small courtyard, then the doorway into the sauna. It is very clean, very well decorated. It was around 11.30 at night by the time I was padding around. The basement has the showers, jacuzzi - (just at the right temperature to cool down a little) - and a superb steam room. Every time I went in there, the steam was so thick you could only just see people, everyone would walk around the edge, looking at the people sitting there until they found someone.
The first and second floors were full of cabins, the upper floor with video screens. The flooring was polished wood and it felt so good to wander around. Very quickly I was in a cubicle with, I think he was Turkish or Cypriot, this well built, very hairy (strange for me) guy. He immediately started to suck me and very quickly took me to the edge. I wasn't ready to cum so jacked him off. He really enjoyed what I was doing to him. Back in the steam room two guys came to me, they were both older than me, but touched me very gently and ran their hands over me. The three of us ended up in a cubicle - when one of them found out I wasn't going to suck him he smiled and left, and I lay with the other, until he came, gently pumping his juice all over his stomach. Just before 1.00am when they closed, I met up with the other guy again, I ended up with two of my fingers deep inside him, pumping his thick horse-cock as he sprayed his juice everywhere. He was very noisy but great fun!
Next morning I walked for miles around the city, then it started to rain. I'd found another sauna called IDM near the Opera but it looked old and run down - I aimed to go back to Key West if it opened at noon, luckily it did, and I spent three and a half hours of a rainy afternoon there. It was wonderful! Several times in the steam room I was involved in group stroking and jacking off. I was in a cubicle with an older guy again, he was very passionate and again came with a lot of noise - there was quite an audience when we came out of the cubicle!!!
The time that really sticks in my mind, was this. I'd been walking around the cubicles for a while, there was a guy lying on his stomach in one, his leg was bent so his ass looked really inviting. He was very good looking, about the best one there (and there must have been 50-60 - perhaps more) his body was smooth, he had a very tidy and good looking moustache, and I would say he was around my age. I must have walked past the cubicle seven or eight times, but didn't have the courage to step in. At last I stood by the door a while, then looked at him, and slowly stepped in, holding my breath and waiting for the rejection, but it didn't come.
I closed the door, he was still lying on the platform, his head on his arms. I started to touch him, oh so gently, caressing his body, his arms, the backs of his knees - searching in my mind for all those wonderful places to touch before the places you really want to touch. He groaned as I continued my caresses - I could have spent the whole afternoon just stroking hs satin smooth flesh. After a while, he lifted himself up on his arms, I could reach around him and hug him to me, I was still standing up. He reached for my wet cock, and turned around, I lay on him, we writhed together, feeling our bodies so close.
And then he kissed me. I have only kissed an asian guy before, but this French guy was incredible - we couldn't get enough of the surface of our tongues touching - I wanted to taste every part of his mouth, his saliva tasted like the purest nectar - we must have been kissing deeply for minutes on end. The closest I've ever felt to a guy. We were whispering wonderful things to each other. After an eternity, I'd had my finger in him for a while, something he obviously enjoyed, and he asked me to fuck him - I said I wouldn't go that far - he was disappointed and part of me thinks perhaps I should have done, but boundaries are boundaries!
We said goodbye, he had a wonderful smile - and said perhaps we'd meet again (although I realise I probably ever will). Yet again I hadn't cum. It was now around 3.30 and I had to be back at the hotel by 4.00. I was very hot, so went down to the jacuzzi to cool off. I sat next to an older guy who was relaxing in there. Slowly I reached out and touched his finger under the water - his hand went to my leg then my cock, very quickly I was rock hard. We manouevred around until as much as our flesh was touching as we could - so much for cooling off! Just as I felt I should really be going (it was now 3.45) - a vision of feminine masculinity (if you can understand me) arrived. he was black, slim, a beautiful, delicate body, and a face to die for. He was accompanied by a white guy. His cock was long and he moved like a young woman, his lips playing around a smile as he caught my eye. I couldn't stop looking at him as he slowly stepped down into the water.
He came across and sat beside me, his friend then sat between us. But as they stroked ach other, he kept looking deep into my eyes - I have never wanted like I wanted him! But it wasn't to be. I just had to go! I stood up, allowing him to see my smooth, hard cock, squeezed his thigh and smiled, then walked slowly out of the water, feeling his eyes on my ass cheeks.
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