Blowjobs for Beers

A friend of mine challenged me to suck as many dicks as I could within a limited time period and in return she would buy me a schooner beer for each administered act of fellatio. The following is an account of the fulfillment of that filthy proposition:

Here’s my account of events for your validation and approval. I will have the second installment from today’s efforts available as soon as possible :

The most popular times at the gay sauna peak between 18h and 21h, so I entered at 6p.m. pile poil. After paying my fee and getting my towel and complimentary condom, I ventured downstairs to the sous-sol where it took me a good 15 minutes to figure out the casier code system and get undressed. I even helped some guy who was initially confused as I was with his locker.

The place is vast and maze like, with three floors of saunas, hamams, private rooms, glory holes, gay porn videos, a weight lifting area, a dry bar, jacuzzis and a swimming pool. I wandered around a bit, trying to get my bearings straight. It didn’t help that the layout had changed since the last time I had been there years ago.

After getting a rough idea of where the stairwells were, I ventured to the top floor, a labyrinth of rubber floored hallways and tiny private chambers, all decorated in an Indian pastiche. Buddah statues here and there, frescos of mustached men engaging in multiple couplings executed in a classical perspectiveless style, etc.

If you’ve ever been to a gay cruise club you know that it is silent, aside from the piped in club music and that the men all wander the halls in perpetual circles in search of the perfect rare encounter. It’s set up so that guys can dive into one of many tiny little rooms with plastic covered foam mattresses and start doing profane things to one another. Rather claustrophobic and of questionable sanitariness. It all is very dimly lit.

There were a couple of tight walled areas that were nearly pitch black. One passage way, through a small room, was completely black. You made your way through the few meters to the other doorway, sliding past anonymous bodies, where hands would grab at your dick and ass, pinch your nipples, this made me quite excited and renewed my resolve for cock.

I wandered around the rez de chaussée a bit, there was a nice eucalyptus infused sauna which was empty and a dry sauna, equally as empty, which I sweated in for a few minutes. I then returned to the sous-sol with the jacuzzis, dry bar, casiers, pool and dimly lit sauna.

The sauna had a few chambers as well, all of varying degrees of cloudy steam. As you wandered through the passageways from chamber to chamber, the areas were crowed with men, most usually with towels wrapped around their waists. I always go bare, brushing my semi-hard erection against toweled waists and hands. I get a thrill from the guys who grab my dick and caress my ass. One guy pounced with his mouth onto my cock, but I had to brush him away. It was me who was going to be doing the cocksucking.

Cock #1

Wandering through the dimly lit sauna, there was a hot, steamy room where there was already a fair amount of cocksucking going on. Two guys slurped loudly on two cock owners who moaned with pleasure. There was a gent in a the darkest corner, sat on the ceramic tiled inset bench, his feet up on the support, stroking his cock. I reached over and started stroking his cock, it was nice and thick and hard as rock, he returned the favor. I unwrapped a flavored condom and rolled it down on his dick, he didn’t protest. I squatted down and got his dick in my mouth. He kept moaning and whispering ecstatically to me telling me what a good cocksucker I was. My cock was rock hard from the excitement without me even touching it. It was hot to have anonymous guys caress my ass and feel my balls and stroke my cock as I sucked this guy’s cock. After a good while, I got up to go. The guy said that yes, I should go and rest a bit, I’d done such a good job. He grabbed my cock as I turned to go and remarked at how slippery it was. A satisfied customer.

The pool and jacuzzis are located just beyond the bar in the sous-sol outside of the dim sauna entrance. So, after my good job I went to sample the cooler waters. I was pleased to see that the clientele seemed to react with admiring appreciation of my big balls and semi flaccid cock as I paraded around and entered the pools. They seemed to envy my crotch, to hunger for it, but still, there’s a tentative atmosphere oddly enough, considering everyone is there to have anonymous sex. Overall I must say that the men in the gay sauna are more respectful of boundaries than those in the mixed gender establishments.

I went into the water and stroked my cock hard under the surface, watching couples make out. I teased the others in the jacuzzi, or so I imagined, by standing with the top of my ass exposed over the surface of the water as I observed the frolicking in the pool. The pools all had multicolored lights, like in a disco, that pulsed and changed color with the music. I always made sure that my dick and balls were well lit by the submerged lights.

Cocks # 2 & 3

I went back into the dim sauna, as that seemed like where there was the easiest access to action. I went back into a better lit room where a gent was enthralled by a five way jerk and suck combination that was going on in the center of the room. I approached him on the tiled bench and grabbed his dick which was hard but cold to the touch surprisingly. I again rolled a condom on his dick and went to work. Unlike the first gent, he had absolutely no reaction to my advances. I was sucking his cock, but he didn’t acknowledge it at all, he kept staring at the action in the middle of the room. I sensed that he had a bit of a sensation when I deep throated his cock, but that’s it.

After awhile I stopped and moved on. There was this old guy, and by old I mean elderly, late 70s maybe 80s, sitting and stroking his cock. His dick was of a nice size and hard, so I initiated the procedure. Maybe he was too easy of a target, regarding his age, he wasn’t likely to reject my advances. I wasn’t able to roll the condom down over the entire length of his cock and when I sucked it, he tended to go soft. I went on for a while, but had to leave, his cock ring and viagra be damned. I wondered, as I left him, if that would be the last blowjob he was ever to receive.

I left and did the pool and jacuzzi routine again, getting approvingly astounded looks all the way as my semi hard cock and giant balls swayed before me as I walked. There is a rule against sexual activity in the water, but in one of the jacuzzis I could clearly see that there was a submarine wank fest going on. I squeezed my way into the crowded little jacuzzi and settled next to a cute chubby guy. Eventually he reached for my cock and I did likewise. His erected cock was micro, maybe 5cm, it felt like some sort of elongated nut. We wanked for a bit, I had the sense that he wanted to kiss, but today my lips would only be kissing cock. I got out and headed back to the sauna.

Last Cock of the day # 4

When you enter the dim sauna, you can go left or right. Left through a corridor to a relatively large and bright room, or right to a darker smaller room. I went right. This guy followed me in, I think he recognized me from my earlier work and probably figured I would be a willing mouth in which to drop his load. He sat down in the dark and unfastened his towel. I knelt before him and started giving him head. His cock was long and thin and nicely curly-queue curved to the side making it easier for me to slide it down my throat. He was rather young and skinny and he moaned with approval every time I plunged, calling out the name of God. As I sucked, he reached over me and fingered my asshole. I arched my sweaty back enthusiastically to facilitate his probing. I hadn’t planned on doing so, but after awhile he got up and got behind me and pushed his hard dick into my welcoming ass. He thrusted a few times, but despite the heat and humidity and the fact that he smeared saliva on my asshole, his cock wasn’t sliding in easily. I got up saying that I was going to look for a little packet of lube available from dispensers all around the facility. As my mission was running up the number of cocks I could suck, I just went back into the larger jacuzzi for awhile.

I went back into the sauna, but after being rejected three times in a row, I decided to try the cruising area on the top floor. I sat on a wooden bench, the kind you might find in a pleasant little park, that was situated along one wall of a hallway and began masturbating to the gay porn playing on the video screen on the opposite wall. This sort of Sikh looking gent came and sat not so close to me. I glanced over to see if he too was masturbating, but no. He just stared at me through thick eyeglasses and bushy beard. Another guy came and sat closer to me on the other side. He started to unravel his towel and I could see he had a giant dick, like a police baton. I reached over, but he grimacingly gestured towards one of the little cubby-hole type rooms. That didn’t seem appealing.

I was spent. I finally decided to leave after a good couple of hours in this gay sex emporium. I figured I was lucky to have ended on a good note with a partner who both appreciated my oral skills and as a bonus had fucked my ass.

Time was running out, I had only 90 minutes left to rack up as many cocks that I could suck as possible. A friend had given me a 24 hour deadline, assuring that she would reward me with a pint of beer for every two dicks I could manage to get in my mouth. After the workmen who came in the morning to fix our windows had left and my administrative e-mails had been sent, I dashed out the door and headed to Boxxman, a combination gay sex shop and cruising joint.

As I approached, I stuffed my keys and wallet, phone and a stash of flavored condoms in my pockets. I set the timer on my phone for 56 minutes, entered the shop, paid my fee, checked my backpack and as I ventured down the little spiral stairwell to the cruising area, the gentleman at the accueil complimented me on my french skills, saying I spoke well for an American.

The area downstairs is rather small and cramped, infused with red and yellow lighting. There are a few larger rooms, a vending machine selling snacks, a row of toilet-stall-size private cabins and a small movie theatre playing gay porn on a large screen television. All the walls are painted black. A handful of guys wandered around in silence, eyes darting, looking for a hook-up.

I went into one of the small private stalls near the end of a corridor and locked myself in. One wall was cut through with a flower-like array of five large circular glory holes, holes in the wall where you stick your dick through to get it stroked or sucked or fucked, or vice versa.

I took down my pants, sat and masturbated to the low-image-quality porn that played on the little monitor above the door and waited.

Dick # 5

I could see a guy entering the adjoining stall through the glory hole array. He shut the door slowly undid his pants and masturbated himself to semi-hardness. I could only see him from the waist down. I put my hand on the rim of the largest central glory hole as a signal that I was a willing pleasurer. I was fully aware of the ticking clock, so I reached out my hand and the guy finally approached. I pulled at his cock, pulling it into my side of the perforated wall while simultaneously trying to tear open a condom wrapper with my teeth. He had a nice sized cock that curved downwards, all the better for deep throating. I put the condom on the head of his penis and rolled it down with my mouth. I sucked for awhile, but heard no sighs of pleasure which diminished my erectile excitement. He pulled away and then made it clear that he wanted to suck my cock. I declined of course, pulling up my pants and rebuttoning.

The guy left and another guy entered. He likewise undid his pants and started masturbating. But, when he bent down and glimpsed my face, he changed his mind and left. Yet, soon after he returned, this time with a partner. They faced each other and began to touch each other’s bulges through their pants. Soon their dicks were out and they were mutually masturbating. The partner lifted the first guy’s shirt. He had a really hot smoothly defined hairless chest, slightly suntanned and pierced nipples. Soon he squatted down and started sucking his partners dick. It was surreal and exciting to witness a real live gay porn performance inches from my face. I got hard and started stroking my cock. The hot guy reached through the glory hole and started stroking my cock and weighing my hefty balls in his palm all the while he sucked his partner’s dick. The hot guy wanted to take a turn sucking my cock as well, but I declined. Soon they both stood as the hot guy began to unwrap a condom. I took the opportunity to reach through and stroke each of their cocks in turn. Soon they left to presumably fuck in a more private room.

The cruise area also has a little cinema. There are four single stools and built-in benches line two walls. The porno was of much better image quality and content and the tv screen was large. I sat on the low built-in back bench and began yet again to stroke my cock, hoping that someone would take interest and present their dick to my face, as my head was more or less at waist level.

I was wearing a light t-shirt and I pulled the front up over and behind my head as is often done in gay porn. So, I was sitting there stroking my cock with my chest exposed. This nice looking, typically Maraisish gay guy who I had been exchanging glances with came in. He was skinny and small, wearing a hipster debardeur and short jeans, baseball cap and neatly trimmed beard. He went into the back corner and pulled his shirt up, revealing a nice, thin, slightly hairy and muscular torso. He undid his pants and produced a very respectable dick. I was hesitating between stroking his and a chubby guy’s and grabbed at his. Soon we were in the middle of a five way jerk fest. I stroked his cock, someone else stroked mine, someone dug in the back of my pants and attempted to finger my asshole, someone else pinched my nipple. I felt like if we had been in a more intimate setting, I wouldn’t mind making out with this beardy gay hipster at all. After awhile I knelt down and went to put a condom on his penis, but sadly, he shooshed me away, abruptly ending the five-way grope fest.

Dick # 6

Still with my shirt over the back of my neck and my dick out, I wandered back into the hallway. I did a double take when I saw a gent that I thought I recognized. In fact he was a guy that I had exchanged a few messages with on some gay dating site over the years. He always denied me at the last moment. In person I could see that he was as weird as his laconic messaging habits. We didn’t say a word, but we shared a mutual recognition. He went back to the back of the theatre area and I followed. He stroked my dick as I rubbed his crotch. He undid his pants and produced his magnificent chocolate colored phallus. Big and straight, I stroked it and crouched down in front of him. Since we had already made our acquaintance online, I figured it would be okay if I sucked him bare a little bit before putting a condom on him. Great logic considering that we were meeting in a sketchy cruise club. I slurped on the head of his penis a few times. My goodness, cocks really are delicious. And like potato chips — I couldn’t stop after just one taste. Soon I was taking it deep it into my mouth. It was still a bit soft, so it had a really nice texture on my tongue. And he had evidently bathed and smelled nice.

After a bit, he stopped me and gestured that we go to a private stall. I was acutely aware of the fact that the clock was running down, so I abandoned him, his beautiful cock and his weirdness, leaving him to his own devices.

Dick # 7

After wandering around a bit with no success, I was getting desperate. I still had my chest and cock exposed while most, nay all, of the other men walked around covered and modest. I went back into the cinema where a round-headed, balding, pot-bellied guy with eyeglasses, about 30 years old, sat on the side bench watching the porn serenely. I stood next to him stroking my cock. Soon he reached over and stroked it for me. He unbuttoned his fly and I squatted down to get to work. He had another one of these downward curving dicks and it was of a pretty respectable size. I did the condom trick again, rolling it down on his dick with my mouth. I sucked and sucked. Every so often he would force my head down on his cock, causing me to gag. He pinched my nipple with his other hand. I was there with my pants at my ankles, my shirt pulled over behind my head, kneeling down and giving this portly guy head in plain sight, in fact obstructing the pathway to the toilets, and the other patrons didn’t seem to mind nor take any notice. One guy simply stepped over me on the way to the bathroom.

After sucking for awhile, I figured that the cock count deadline would soon pass. I went back into the toilet and as I was washing my hands, the alarm on the timer I had set on my phone sounded. I buckled my belt, readjusted my shirt and made my way to the exit. As I gave the guy at the accueil my ticket to retrieve my backpack, I noticed that I had neglected to zip my fly. Zipping it up, he joked, “The little bird is about to fly away…” I chuckled and asked him what he meant. He informed me that he was referring to my “bite”. I laughed and thanked him and as I went to leave he said, “At any rate, it’s very beautiful,” smiling wryly. It was at that moment that I realized that he had witnessed all of my escapades via closed-circuit television and that on some server somewhere and maybe even on the internet there was video footage of me parading around half-naked, cock out, masturbating and sucking dick in a gay cruise club.

But, it was all worth it. For the beer.