[M]y First Gay Bath House Experience with several [M]en

There I was, on my knees as two thick, throbbing cocks waived near my mouth. My hands gripping both of them… I start to stroke one while I guide the other eagerly into my mouth. The room was small and dark with only a faint red glow being casted from the lights above. The air was warm around our naked bodies as the three of us intimately embraced. I’ve never met the two men before I asked them to play, but that doesn’t matter… not in a place like this.

Roughly thirty minutes prior, I was sitting on the bed inside my AirBnb in Paris. It was 10:30pm when I decided to work up the courage to go to the closest gay bath house, which was only a 5 minute walk for me. Next thing I know, I find myself turning the corner down an empty alleyway. My heart starts to beat faster as I see the sign in the distance glowing bright. As I approach the door, I’m buzzed in. After speaking extremely broken French and nodding in agreement to the shirtless male receptionist, I was handed the key to a locker. I wouldn’t say that I’m fully comfortable being naked, but I found it easier than expected to strip my clothes. I grab my hand towel and head to the lower floor to start exploring. Surprisingly, my nerves begin to calm as I discovered what was on each floor. The basement had a sauna and jacuzzi. The first floor were lockers, a gym and the lounge. The second and third contained small, private rooms, dark rooms, glory holes, sex swings and a smoking section.

As I grew more comfortable walking around naked, I slung my hand towel over my shoulder to expose myself to others. After all, it’s just more eye candy to help find a play partner. As I paced the narrow, dimly lit hallways peaking into rooms, I pass by others who very gently touch my butt with their fingers as an invitation to play. Some times I turn around and smile before walking away, other times I ignore them. Not sure what common etiquette is, I did quickly learned that speaking is not something you do. Body language is what prevailed as the primary communication method.

And at the end of the hallway I approached two guys who must have been in their mid to late thirties, sitting on a bench nervously talking to one another in English. After some quick chit chat, I learned there it was their first time as well. I figured we all came here to have an experience, so I told both of them to follow me into the nearest room to play. They obliged.

I have never seen cocks this thick before, let alone throbbing right in front of me. I’ve had a handful of male partners this year as I explore my bisexuality but this was a very different experience. I could barely fit them in my mouth, but somehow I managed. I sucked both of them, back and forth as they made out above me. After some time and with a bit of a sore jaw, I sat on the padded platform in front of them. It was like a built in table coming from the wall, a few feet above the ground at perfect waist height. I lean back and one of the guys grabs my hard cock and starts deep throating me while I jerk the other one. More back and forth ensued before one of the guys leaves. Sitting in the room with the other guy, I told him that I was curious to see if we could make his cock fit inside me. He quickly grabs a condom, and I watched him struggle putting it around himself. After a few positions and a lot of lube, I was finally sitting on top of him with his cock completely inside me. He grabs my hips and starts thrusting, his pace quickens. I slide my feet under his legs to get a better grip as he holds me tight and fucks me. In this very moment I thought what a wonderful first experience and contribution to the sex moans heard throughout the floor. He grips be tighter and with a few more thrusts he finally cums. I hop off him, we clean up and both leave the room. After that, I never saw him again.

I head to the lounge on the first floor to get some water and rest a bit. It was a pleasurable experience, but it was time for me to get off. Being verse is great… bottoming was fun, but now it was time to top someone. I pace the hallways but it was just the same guys over and over. At the end of the hallway there was an open room with no door, and a guy on his hands and knees, waiting. I kneeled down behind him, slipped on a condom and slowly entered him. He started moaning as I push myself deeper. I grabbed his head and pushed it down to the floor, then gripped his shoulders and neck as I started thrusting quicker. Just as I start getting my rhythm, I peak over my shoulder to see another guy watching me fuck. And this is when I realized that I must be an exhibitionist because I was turned on being watched. I started fucking this guy harder and faster as he moaned louder. I finally finish. As I pull out and throw the condom in the trash, I exit the room, while giving a quick smile to the man still watching me.

I make my way to the sauna to relax for a bit before going home. For the rest of the night all I could think about was how this was a good first experience at a gay bath house.

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