Sex stories

Le Ténèbre is a very unique cruising spot. It’s a massive underground space filled with an entire complex of gloryholes.

The place has two separate entrances: tops and bottoms.

Because of its radical concept, its growing popularity, and the crazy stories people told about what happened inside, Le Ténèbre became the envy of every backroom owner in the city. Competitors who usually hated each other suddenly became allies against it.

The vibe was strange. While other places blasted loud house music, here… it was classical music playing softly in the background. Guys were sucking like mad sluts to Schubert and Mozart.

At the entrance, the only decoration was a huge mural (AI-generated), showing an 18th-century marquis with a massive cock hanging out of his pants, with the words written above:
“Le Ténèbre.”

There were lots of Arab guys, Black guys, and men completely outside the usual scene in the top line, which clearly explained the success of the place.

One day, I decided to go there as a bottom (it had become the meeting point for all the sluts in the city—and I’m one of them).

I went in, walked down to the basement, and saw a massive row of guys already working, sucking in rhythm with a Mozart sonata—sometimes slow, sometimes intense.

Plenty of guys were watching the holes, waiting. Two regulars were talking:
— “They’re good tonight, I saw an amazing one earlier.”
— “Yeah, lots of Arabs and Black guys in the top line, it’s a good night.”

At 2 AM, the line of suckers was insane. One guy had been sucking a huge, circumcised, perfect cock for almost 30 minutes straight.

The guy next to him, stuck with a smaller one, was trying to steal his spot.

The one with the big one knew exactly what he had—a thick 23 cm, probably Arab—and was taking poppers while teasing everyone like a total slut.

He sucked incredibly well, making him an invisible star among the suckers.

Around 3 AM, with fewer people around, I saw a huge black cock come out of a hole.

I took the spot immediately, got on my knees, and started sucking with skill and control, determined (being on PrEP) to swallow everything.

After 20 minutes, I felt his cum filling my throat.

At 4 AM, it was closing time. A couple of guys were still sucking in the dark.

As always, they played “The Marriage of Figaro”:
“Figaro, Figaro, Figaro…”

The guy at the entrance shouted:
“Gentlemen, we’re closing, please head to the exit!”

Everyone left, and like in a movie theater, tops and bottoms mixed together.

That’s when I saw him—a thick, masculine Arab guy…

He looked at me and smiled:
— “So, you found what you were looking for? You’re a sucker, right?”
— “Yeah, I suck.”
— “Wanna come to my place and continue? I live two streets away.”
— “Gladly.”

So I sucked him… just for myself.

And the biggest cock of the night… was his.