Atlas first under PREP treatment (true story - September 2020), After many adventures, I finally had my prescription for the PREP treatment. After these uncertain months, this ordinance had suddenly turned me into "hungry". I had to "water" this despite the COVID and before everything was definitively closed for several months. The only place I was sure I would test myself was the Atlas. Testing is the right word because going from a "safe" sexuality to accepting no condom is a very complicated step. Especially since the treatment does not immunize you against other diseasesOn this Sunday afternoon, a doubt takes hold of me when I have just parked my car on rue Lallier, some 500m from the cinema. Will I succeed in ignoring my 30 years of condom conditioning and dare the associated risks? Luckily I have a remedy, a bottle of alcohol, and poppers in my purse.After having swallowed almost all of my bottle and sniffed a few doses of poppers, here I am walking up the Boulevard de Clichy. It is 2 p.m. The alcohol is starting to take effect and I am more relaxed than usual. With each step that brings me closer to the ATLAS, I feel a bit more planning. I take pleasure in swaying my hips slightly going up the Boulevard. As usual, some looks undress me. The Stockings always have their effect. After this little walk, I arrive at the cash register completely excited. I put my coat on it and cross the hall. As always, the arrival of a transvestite already dressed as a woman attracts attention. I know what I want and that the first half hour is the most exacerbated for me. The lower room against the wall at the entrance and the nook is my first objective. But if I want to take advantage, I can't do it like this. So I push open the door to the great hall and stop at the bottom of the stairs. I remove my thong, unbutton my blouse to reveal my corset, go up my skirt to reveal the top of my stockings, then generously coated with gel the part of my body that I came to inaugurate. My bottle of poppers in hand, I go out to go to the downstairs room. In my condition, the descent of the stairs is less obvious than usual and some hands take advantage of it. I push the door open and arrive at a moment that feels very hot. In the room I see several transvestites getting caught and in front of me, towards the corner, a bunch of men. This is what I need. A big puff of poppers and I head intoxicated, towards this human cluster. I rub shoulders with the first guys and I see in the corner a trav who is being smashed against the wall and, on a seat another who moans from the blows of the stopper she receives. It's been a long time since I've seen so much sodomy. It must be said that the mask prohibits a lot of other things.Hands immediately began to caress my buttocks, then others draw me into this cluster. This is it, it will begin. I'm crazy with excitement and I'm high. A dose of poppers. I feel hands pulling on my penis, fingers entering me, the top of my cuff is pulled and hands grabbing my nipples. The law is very sensitive, the slightest caress quickly makes me "go". I am drawn to the right, then to the left, my hands are unleashed, I feel as soft as a piece of meat being handed over from hand to hand. They penetrate me but it never lasts because I am pulled and withdrawn. I feel that I am being sucked, then I am pressed to the wall and I am again penetrated. The guy activates. I then think of the condom. I'm afraid. But too late to back down. In addition to alcoholic as I am I do will not manage to escape the situation. I have to trust the treatment. I forget everything and let myself be. Vials of poppers pass under my nose, spurts of semen spray my stockings, the caresses reach my whole body and penetrations follow one another. I am so open that everything fits easily. The sensations of my 14/15 years old, at a time when I was "ganging" come back to me which increases my desire. 20mn, 30mn, more? I don't know but it's intense and I tire. I manage to get out of the cluster. But there a h throws me on the back of a seat and takes me. It starts again.I finally manage to free myself and go to the front of the stage to rest on a seat. As a merchant I feel the sperm coming out of me and flowing. The excitement takes over me especially since I just saw a transvestite that I like going to the corners of the emergency exit. So I continue my way to join her.Here it is quieter. I sit against the wall next to her. At the top of the stairs a transvestite gets caught. A man attacks my neighbor? I take the opportunity to stroke her buttocks but she does not appr ...

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