A provincial sauna, a city south of Paris. He gets out of the shower, walks to the backroom. He likes these atmospheres, where it is difficult to distinguish who we are dealing with, where requests, acquiescence, refusal too, are made to the touch ... He knows the place, having frequented it in straight evening: a set of three or four pieces, medium to very small in surface, equipped with glory holes, sling, etc. in an extremely subdued atmosphere.But on this August day, it is gay afternoon, and the twilight has given way to pitch black. Surprised by the darkness, he pauses, then enters the largest of the cabins. It is immediately unbalanced: the ground is completely covered by a mattress which destabilizes walking. Staggering, disoriented, he stretches his arms out into the air, as much to rebalance himself as to know where he is going. He senses presences, does not know how to locate them, takes a few steps forward, ends up falling to his knees.The darkness, the silence, this feeling of not being alone. He stretches out an arm, meets a thigh, a penis at the end of the thigh. He takes it in the mouth.A second sex arises, come from nothing, and there is a moment to alternate the two caresses. No word, no breath, a hand on his head: one of the two men lies on his back and makes him understand to follow him for an exclusive favor.He accompanies her with good grace, and now, on his knees, leaning on his lower abdomen, he focuses his mouth on the penis. With his right hand, he grips the base to stiffen it even more, and with the other strokes the testicles, massages the perineum, the large vein, the opening under the kidneys, and beyond ... From time to time, the hand ventures further to pinch a nipple. Groan. A feeling of power to provide pain at the same time as pleasure.The man does not move, barely an oscillation of the pelvis. The caress continues for some time; and suddenly the tip of the acorn takes on a salty taste. He accentuates the rhythm, and suddenly, without a sign, a word, or even a sigh, the man releases his pleasure, filling his mouth.He pauses, taking stock of the sensations. The most surprising: the absence of disgust. The seed's lack of special flavor, too. And its temperature: neither hot nor cool. A completely isothermal mouth-sex-liquor system. But, incompressible like all li ...

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