On my last night in Paris, even though I had a sex date in the morning, I still went to a sex club near my residence, L'Impact.
As soon as I entered, the receptionist asked me if I knew that I was in a gay sex club and that I had to enter naked. I said I knew.
After paying 22 euros, I got a black plastic bag. I took off all my clothes and put them in the plastic bag. I only wore shoes and went into the bar area on the first floor.
When I was taking off my clothes, I saw a young Chinese man sitting naked on a high chair not far from the bar. Later, I learned from chatting that he was a student studying in Paris from Shanghai.
I took the plastic bag containing my clothes and handed it to the staff at the bar. Then he asked me what I wanted to drink. I said gin and tonic.
I walked to the basement with the cocktail. I guessed I came too early. There were few people in it.
But since everyone in the basement was naked, the atmosphere was still a bit exciting.
I stood in a corner drinking my cocktail and didn't expect anything to happen.
After a while, a middle-aged man with gray hair but good looks squatted on the ground carefully, approached me, and sucked my dick.
I stroked his head, sometimes grabbed his hair, held his head steady, and thrust in and out of his mouth. He enjoyed it.
Later, he was fucked on the mattress in the hall while I fucked his mouth in front of him.
Although I have been to gay cruising clubs in many countries, this one in Paris still opened my eyes.
In the dark room, there were many butts sticking up, eagerly waiting for other people's dicks. From time to time, you can see some strong tops fucking these butts crazily.
On the leather mattress in the hall, one reality show after another was staged - not a performance, but the guests of the bar had sex in public. Many of them stuck their butts up on the mattress and let multiple people take turns to fuck him. This time I witnessed the craziness of the French.
As time went on, more and more people came to the basement, and it was crowded. There were a few I particularly liked during the period, but I failed to seduce them.
After a few hours, I was exhausted.
I went to the bar on the first floor and was about to go back, but I saw a good-looking, tan, well-proportioned man who had just arrived. He was probably French.
So I followed him to the basement again.
I met him several times in the crowd but there was no interaction.
After a while, I was surprised that he also lay on the mattress in the hall like a frog and let others fuck him.
Someone fucked him for a while and left. It was hard for me to imagine myself fucking those people lying on the mattress before. Because I liked him so much, I stood next to him with my hard cock in my hand, waiting for his permission.
He might have wanted someone to fuck him too much, so he touched my cock with his right hand, as if he was checking the goods, and then turned his ass towards me to signal me to fuck him.
I spit some saliva on my penis and inserted it without thinking about wearing a condom.
I also forgot if there was anyone watching us around, because the mattress was full of people having sex. I didn't have time to care about anything else, I just wanted to enjoy having sex with the person I liked.
He first lay on the bed like an orangutan, and I pushed his ass down to the right position and kept pumping his toned ass.
When I felt that I was about to climax, I signaled him to turn over and face me. I rammed his sexy tan body crazily, and his cock kept shaking with every impact.
I couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth, and he cooperated very well. This was really exciting for me. I didn't expect such a good-looking person to be fucked by me in such a short time.
Along with the fierce thrusting, I shot streams of hot liquid into his body. After kissing him a few more times, I pulled out my penis full of semen and went to the first floor.
It was 2 o'clock in the morning on the way back. There were still many people on the streets of Paris on Friday, and half of them were drunk.
The autumn night was a little cool, and I walked while recalling the exciting sex experience that had just happened in the club. This was the first time I fucked someone I liked without a condom in a sex club, and it was in the public hall. There was a slight sense of guilt in my heart, but more of it was pleasure and excitement. I felt that even though I had a cold and did nothing for a week in Paris, I still gained many unforgettable life experiences on the last day.