Bar Anniversary party cajuncock
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Bar Anniversary Party cajuncock
Walking into the now familiar small Paris bar, I glanced around. The usual bears were there. Even in my 50s I still looked to be the youngest man there. The bartender recognized me from my last visit a month ago and drew a beer for me. We spoke for a few minutes, catching up with the local gay gossip. I noticed a small sign on the back wall behind him. Looking closer I saw that it was for an after, private party. The bartender noticed me staring at it. "You interested?" he asked in French accented English. I nodded and sipped my beer. The other customers pretended not to hear our conversation. He told me that they'd planned to close at midnight and host a party to celebrate the anniversary of the bar- 20 years. I looked at the clock and saw that it was a bit after 1130. I continued to sip my beer for a while. Then I decided that a party sounded just about right for a Friday night. I bought another beer and a bottle of poppers. I hung my jacket up behind the bar and waited.
By now the other customers were getting pretty friendly, groping each other and kissing. I needed to piss after the beers and headed down the narrow metal stairs to the toilet. At the bottom of the stairs I saw that the usual porn way playing on the TV- no surprise there. As I walked back to the urinal area, I could make out the sounds of sex- skins slapping skin. I pissed even though my cock was chubbing up. I returned to the upstairs bar. I must've been downstairs longer than I thought. The lights were dimmed and porn had replaced the music videos on the two TVS. Filled shot glasses lined up on the bar. My friendly bartender had shucked his jeans and t shirt, now dressed in the mesh jock. The other customers were busy stuffing their cloths into plastic bags to be deposited behind the bar.
The few men who'd been downstairs soon joined us and proceeded to strip and fill plastic bags. I was quick to join them. Now with a room full of naked men dressed only in their shoes, dance music began to play- Dancing Queen was blasting out. Naked men danced seductively around each other. The shot glasses were passed around. Hard and soft cock battled each other dancing. Some of the men were standing at the bar doing poppers bombs. It soon became apparent that all of us were expecting someone to begin an orgy.
A slim, naked young man stood in the middle of the floor. Others made an open space for him. He bent over a stool exposing his shaved hole. Like flies to honey men grabbed at his body. One very well hung man went to stand in front of our young exhibitionist covering his turgid cock. The guy bent over to suck it, again exposing his hole to the crowd. Our bartender came around to accept the challenge. He pulled his jock to the side and pushed an well oiled cock into an already lubed hole. A cheer went up and hands began to grab the nearest cock. Men fell to their knees to service any tool available. Before long fucking trains of men were busy satisfying the needs of any and all present. I leaned over a stool to join in the fun and an older, bearded man took me up on my offer of a hole to be filled. I took a hit of poppers when I felt the large head touch my hole. His timing was perfect. Just as the poppers hit me he pushed forward forcing my male pussy open. I let out a lustful moan of encouragement. It was drowned out by the moans of another 20 men. Skin slapping skin was the hit music of the moment.
Men roared out as they filled waiting holes or reached a hands free orgasm. Partners were changed over the next 2 hours until everyone there had emptied their cum into another's body. At 2AM, we all paused, the door bell range and the bar was deadly silent. The bartender in his mesh jock, unlocked the door and ushered in 2 pizza delivery guys. Without batting an eye, the two young studs took the pizzas to the bar and yelled "Happy Anniversary". The room roared. The pizza boys did a seductive strip tease for the crowd. Pizza and the delivery boys were passed around equally among the guests. This set off another round of wild sex play. Balls were recharged and the waiting holes were refilled to capacity.
At dawn, the weary men slipped out of the bar leaving just me, the bartender and the pizza boys. We quickly cleaned up the place and went up to the apartment above the bar to rest and recharge. I left the next afternoon to catch my train from Paris to my quiet little French village. I was promised that next year's party would be even better. We agreed to discuss it when they visited with me in August at the beach.
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