Sex stories

I had just started university in Nantes, brand new to the city. Still not totally comfortable with being gay—but that was about to change real fast. In my class, there was this group of super confident guys, totally owning their gay vibe. They were into turning guys on, flirting hard without a care.

One day, just before my English class, I headed to the bathroom for a quick sniff of popss—my usual ritual to chill a bit. I slipped into a stall, took a big hit, and the rush hit me instantly. But I wasn’t exactly subtle. While I was in there, that group of guys was already at the urinals, and the silence said it all.

When I stepped out, one of them came up to me. “So, you spinning?” he smirked. I was peaking hard, just gave him a dumb grin. He added, “We’ve had our eye on you. Why not come out with us tonight? There’s a cool bar, then a club you’re gonna love.”

I hesitated, and he leaned in: “Don’t worry. It stays between us.”
We swapped numbers and made plans to meet in the city. My heart was pounding—half turned on, half terrified, ready to explode.

I cleaned up nice and met them later. When we got to the bar, they warned me: “It’s guys-only. Eight euros to get in.”
Seemed weird for a bar, but I rolled with it. Inside, the music was loud, lights dim. Behind the counter was this ripped bartender in mini shorts, shirtless, and damn—he got to me instantly.

I ordered a round, we sat down, and I started loosening up, adrenaline kicking in. Then Marc, one of the guys, asked, “Wanna go ?”
I followed him into a darker room. I lit up, and started noticing how touchy everyone was, real close.

Marc asked, “You ever been to a place like this?”
I said, “What do you mean?”
He laughed, “You haven’t figured it out yet?”
I played dumb, and he goes, “What, you from the countryside or something?”
I asked him to explain, and he leaned in: “C’mon, you know this is a special kind of place.” Then he added, “Come on, I’ll show you something—if you’re still down.”

Curious, I followed. We went downstairs, and I started hearing moans—guys groaning. I got hard in a second.

We found the rest of the group. One of them said, “Come on, try it—you’re gonna love this.”
They pushed open a door. Inside, a guy was on all fours, ass high, getting pounded by a tall North African dude.

Marc whispered, “Go on, get in next to him—we’ll treat you right too.”

I don’t know what came over me, but I was so turned on. I got down, took a deep breath of popss, and felt a guy slide in behind me. He started slow, then pushed in deep—and fuck, I felt so full.

Two other guys stood in front of me, cocks right in my face. I totally lost control. I grabbed both dicks and started sucking like a starving slut while I was getting fucked from behind.

I was in heaven—every hole filled, totally gone in the moment.

When they were all done, one of them grinned and said, “Let’s hit the club now. There’s a backroom you’re gonna love.”