A gay story: Under the Bar in Paris Pt. 01
I loved Paris from the first moment and enjoyed great times in the museums and patisseries. What a great combination for a fulfilling and stimulating life. But Paris was also known for its other stimulating life; there were very sexy people in Paris.
The women all dressed so stylishly and had fantastic figures. They also had good opinions of themselves and exuded a personal satisfaction that was most attractive. The French men had those deep and sexy accents that told you it will be a wonderful time in bed with them.
During this visit to the City of Lights, I decided to explore the darker side of Paris in one of its gay bars. I had read about this location online and knew that there wouldn’t be much English spoken there, so I had to practice my French phrases for ordering a drink.
Located not far from the gay district, my choice was a small bar that had a basement area for play. The online pictures were not very clear, so I didn’t have much to go on other than the knowledge that once you ordered a drink, you could gain access to the downstairs without any additional fee. Seemed like a good deal to me.
I arrived at the location in the late afternoon anticipating that men getting off from work would stop by for a beer and perhaps something more. Like many other small gay bars, it had an unassuming storefront with a door that could only be opened by pressing the buzzer and being viewed by the bartender from inside. It was probably not necessary in these days of acceptance, but these are also still days of violence, so better safe than sorry.
I pulled on the heavy door and was immediately met with a huge change in lighting from the bright sunny day outside. The dark red walls didn’t bounce back much light but absorbed and softened what was generated by the dim lights.
Ahead of me was a small L shaped bar that could seat about eight people and around the walls were small tables and chairs that could seat another fifteen or so.
The most entertaining element about this bar was the very graphic gay porn that was playing openly on the two large screen televisions. The volume was low but the grunts and moans were still audible. I internally laughed thinking about the sports that would be playing in a regular bar. This was a major improvement.
I took a seat at the short end of the bar where no one was sitting. The thirtyish dark and handsome bartender with a good build and short black hair approached and asked about my beverage interest. I ordered a popular draught beer.
There was nothing “gay” in his attire or approach and he could just as easily have been working in a straight bar. He poured the beer properly into a glass and placed it on the bar in front of me while stating the price. I provided a ten euro bill knowing that this would pay for the beer and provide some change that I could leave as a tip.
The bartender placed my change on the bar and returned to the group at the other end of the bar. All of them continued their boisterous conversation in French. It didn’t seem that they were talking about sex or the porn.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the limited light and I saw a couple of men sitting singly at tables texting on their phones. I sat at the bar nursing my beer for the next fifteen minutes to get the lay of the land.
During that time four more patrons entered, ordered their drinks and took peripheral seats to use their phones. No one sat in the seat next to me. A couple of them paid a coin or two to coat check a jacket and then I noted two of the patrons make use of the staircase behind me that I hadn’t seen when I entered. They gave me the courage to do the same, taking my half finished beer with me.
It was a steep iron spiral staircase and the walls were black so even less light was available. This led me to hold the railing firmly and take my steps carefully making sure that my head had clearance. When I arrived at the bottom level, I noted an open wash area with mirrors and a toilet. I had read that no shower facility was available and they were correct.
An area about ten meters long had a row of booths along one side and an open wall with ledge on the other side. No seating was available, even inside the booths. It looked like a couple had glory holes. No porn was playing down here, so men had to make their own.
At the far end was an open booth with a leather sling hung in place. I wasn’t interested in the sling for myself, but I would have enjoyed watching two hot men make good use of it. I didn’t see anyone in any of the booths which were all open but there were four or so men along the wall checking out who was there.
The men were a mix of older and middle aged as well as a couple of younger ones in their twenties. I couldn’t read who was a top or a bottom in the dim light. As often happened in these situations, there was a lot of looking and hesitancy with no one initiating activity. Since I was in a very horny mood, which had led me to come here in the first place, I wasn’t going to just stand around forever.
I moved myself into the largest open booth which didn’t have a door and could allow for three or four men to be standing close together. I went into the back, dark corner and got on my knees. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock for some personal stroking.
A couple of men walked by and stopped to take a look, but didn’t enter the booth. Then a man a bit older than myself, approached me with confidence and opened up his dress pants. He knew what he had come for. He had a big uncut cock that he pushed toward my face where I had been wetting my lips in anticipation of such an event.
I held his cock with one hand and opened my mouth wide to consume the head of his big cock. He was not hard, but was already at about six inches with some good thickness. Taking his cock took some effort and required me to focus on relaxing my mouth and throat.
He grunted in pig like fashion as he felt the warmth of my mouth. He wanted more and held the back of my head with his strong hands and pushed himself in another inch. I pressed my lips firmly against his cock and he said, “Oui, Oui,” with pleasure.
I knew that he was going to be a challenge for me, so I took out the small bottle of poppers I had brought and took a hit. These were not new so they had modest effect, but it was enough for me to relax and let him go at me the way that he wanted.
I felt this domination growing in him and he wanted to just fuck my face without mercy. He understood my poppers hit and gave me a few seconds to respond to the drug. When he heard me give a good exhale of relaxation, he knew that he could take me how he wanted.
By now there was another man who had entered the booth and was stroking his cock next to the older man. This man was mid fifties and might have been working class, stopping here after work, for what he wasn’t getting at home anymore.
The older man kept the other man from getting too close and pushed his cock quickly into my watering mouth. Since I was now relaxed, I didn’t gag or pull away but allowed him to use me for his pleasure. I was there to stimulate his big cock into being bigger and harder.