My story is a weird one. I am still not sure what I experienced exactly. All I wanted was some steamy sex at the bath house. However, what I got was something completely different.

It was a Thursday, right after the office, so around 16:00. That’s the perfect time to visit the bath house, at least for me. Because that’s when all the married guys go. Right after their hard day at work, and right before they go back to their stressful household where the family is waiting for them. All they want is to relax. In secrecy. Discreetly. And I am really good in providing what they are looking for. As a vers, I am able to adjust and accommodate everyone’s needs, and I am happy either way. And penetration is not necessary for me, games and cuddles are more than enough. I do need to come though.

My favorite establishment was full of guys that I would happily engage with. Daddies of all types, roaming around in the search for the one, or many, that would feed their appetite. There were many new faces that I hadn’t seen before, and I was excited to welcome them. One of them, in particular.

He was around 1.90m tall, mid 50s, white hair and a sexy little goatee. With a belly of a king, and a bubble butt of a beast. His emerald green eyes were reflecting the dim light of the sauna, giving him a mysterious aura that was both intriguing and inviting. Despite his size, he was shy. I approached him quickly, as I was sure he was the one I wanted to taste tonight.

Even though the sauna was empty, he insisted to go to one of the cabins, as he wasn’t up for having spectators. I of course accepted his terms and guided him towards the cabins on the second floor. During our brief walk towards the cabins, I asked him about himself. An American, visiting Paris to see his daughter who was studying here. A retired lawyer who was enjoying traveling around the world, appreciating a more relaxed lifestyle. His voice was so calm and relaxing.

He was very picky with the cabins. We went through all of the available ones so he could find the one that would speak to him. To my surprise, he picked one of the small ones. His explanation was “I like the ambience of this one.”

We hadn’t talked about roles or likes so I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. But I was happy anyway, because I really liked him. Both physically and mentally. His aura was very intriguing. I felt like it would be an experience that would stay with me. And I was right.

He instructed me to lay on the bed and find the position I would be the most relaxed in. Even though I had questions, I decided not to ask him what he liked and what he wanted to do. I decided to go with the flow and let him show me what he was into.

“Now close your eyes, and let me show you what these hands are capable of.”

I did as he asked and let myself totally available to him. He started by caressing my belly. His touch was soft and his hands were smooth and warm. With circular movements he reached my sides and waist. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. Despite his size, he was able to move around my body effortlessly, with his body touching me ever so lightly. He was caressing me with his whole self. It felt like he was doing a ritual. I could tell that this was not his first time doing this. It was a routine that he was enjoying. And I was appreciating it as well.

After spending some time in my core, he proceeded to my legs. First the left one and then the right one. Caress, breath into my toes, let his belly touch the foot. All while moaning deeply. I was loving whatever he was doing. And my cock pumping from stimulation.

After the legs, he went for the head, with a small stop at the belly again. His hands playing with my hair felt magical, like I was being caressed by angels. He massaged my skull and neck, played with my ears and breathed deeply into them. I was left numb to his touch.

And then, it was time for the climax. After caressing all of my body, he reached the hands and proceeded to give me a hand massage. I never expected that a hand massage would be so stimulating. Foot massage, yes I have heard that one before. But in the hands? I didn’t know something like that was possible. He was controlling all of my senses. He had the wheel of all of my body. He went through all of the fingers, one by one. Massaged them, licked them, bit them. For more than 10 minutes, he was solely focused on my hands. Sitting by my side and continuing with his ritual. And my cock was pumping during the whole time.

And while sucking the middle finger of my left hand I heard a deep and long moan that made me finally open my eyes. His cock was hard and he was coming. Without touching himself, he came. Stimulated by playing with my fingers. I was speechless. It was sexy beyond words can describe.

But he didn’t stop. He continued with his ritual. But my eyes never closed again, I wanted to see him enjoying what he was doing. And after a while, I whispered “now I need to come.” And without saying a word, his hands traveled down to my cock. And with a very orchestrated move, he grabbed my balls with the one hand, and jacked me with the other. It took him less than ten jacks to make me finish. And it was a good one.

V, Paris