My Paris Load Weekend - Disaster

[anonfuck28]

Hey guys, some of you may have seen as I posted on here looking for suggesitons of where to go for a 'Load Weekend' - My lad gave me a free weekend pass to go away, have some 'me' time and I thought, awesome opportunity to go away somewhere I've not been before, see some sights and also throw in 3 nights of hitting cruise bars to take as many loads as I could. Just what the doctor ordered!

Settled on Paris, looked on various websites and there was a few selection of cruise sex bars and it was easy to get to. Hotel, flights booked on Wednesday night. Flew out of Thursday morning. Mini adventure begins, my ass was almost twitching with excitment as we touched down in Paris. Quick hop on the train from the airport to the hotel, I was here! 1030PM - First night in Paris. I booked a hotel within walking distance to the cruise bars, closest one being literally 5 minutes away. Super quick douche at the hotel (Thanks Chia seeds, youre a god send!) and Im off ...... I head to Bunker.

Got there, friendly guy on reception explained it was naked night. BONUS! Get in, undress, skip straight past the bar, no time for drinks, I'm headed straight for the cellar where the cruising happens. Few guys kicking about. I wander round for about 45 minutes, sucking various cocks, but it was pretty quiet, probably 10 people in or so. After 90 minutes, I'm starting to flag fromt he travel so head back to the hotel. Tomorrow sight seeings and general touristy things

Friday spend the day wandering round Paris (getting hasstle by the hustlers on the street) which I dont usually mind but in Paris for some reason it's constant. Ever corner, every street always someone wanting to scam you in one form or another. Sight seeing done, my ass is twitching in anticipation of tonight. Its already feeling open and ready for every load it'll take. Back to the hotel, quick nap then I'm out. Friday night in Paris, here I come baby....

I hot a bar up called Le'Depot - Loved the lay out but it was quiet, it was 1030PM when I got there, but downstairs, lots of gloryholes (which I love) with 4/5 holes for each cubicle that guys walking past can stick their cocks through, also conncts to the other glory holes. Then there was a dark room which was kind of in a circle like shape you you did a lap through the room. Loved the place, although it was quiet, maybe still too early and there was a big Paris football match on. 

I decide to hit the next bar, La'Impact, naked only cruising bar. Get there, undress, downstairs I go. Really small (Almost closterphobic) downstairs. Play there for about 90 minutes and get bored and they had no glory holes so I decide to head back to Le'Depot - surely it must have picked up by then. So my trust  iPhone guides me straight back to the bar with the gloryholes. Pay at the door, straight downstairs. 

As I'm walking down the stairs, theres a fit guy stood at the bottom, winks at me as I walk down, he's clearly interested. Theres my first load still sitting in his ball sack which needs to be in my ass I thought. He follows me to the cubicles, I stand at the door, he walks in. I follow. Door closes. Within seconds he bites my neck REALLY hard. Fuck thats gonna mark is what ran through my head. (Although my lad knows what I was up to on my 'me time weekend' I still didnt want to roll into work with a bite mark on my neck on Monday AM), I pull away mean time his hand is round my ass, jeans undone but not totally down, hes really going for my ass, slapping it, pulling it etc. Hes clearly a top I thought. He bites my neck super hard again. I think no, I've had enough of of this. I pull my jeans up and go to open the door. He pushed it closed again and insists on getting to my ass (or so I thought), I fight back a little and push him off, open the door and walk out. He stays in the room. I instantly check my pockets to make sure everything is in order. BOOM, my Iphone is gone. SHIT.

I start to panic, hes still in the room sitting down, I go back in and ask if he has my phone, he ignores me, I ask again, he said something in French. I reply I dont speak french. I go to feel his pockets and also looking on the door and feeling my hands on the leather box seat in the cubicle. I say to him show me your phone. He pulls his phone out but doesnt stand up, which I found odd. I'm panicing at this point as I'm totally screwed without it. I panic and leave the room, he doesnt speak english, isnt helpful, i instantly start retracing my steps in the cruise bar from walking in to the cubicle, praying to god I spinply just dropped it (I knew I didnt cos I'm always so careful and concious of my phone)

I go and find the bouncer and explain I think some guy has stolen my phone. He asks if I know who did it, I said yes, he asks me to show him. We walk down stairs, I'm searching and searching but hes gone. No where to be seen. The bouncer explains if I see him to go find him. By this point I'm assuing the guy is long gone. I panic, guys are showing interest but I've totally lost my mo-jo at this point thinking, how the fuck do I get back to the hotel, I know it's about 20 minutes away but I was relying on my phone for google maps directions, uber bookings, my plane ticket was on there along with all my credit cards (Apple Pay etc)

I head out to the street, completey lost with no sense of direction, I start walking in what I think is the general direction of the hotel. Paris streets are all very similar and I get lost. I end up asking people on the street for help, if they have a phone with maps on it so I can head in the right direction, but of course they are immediately suspicious of me. Was I trying to steal their phone I'm sure they were thinking. Almost 2 1/2 hours later I eventually make it back to my hotel. Open my iPad and use Find my Iphone, I can see it's about 11 mile from where the bar was, I enable 'Lost mode' which pings the phone to say its lost and starts playing a noise. They must notice as the phone then goes offline. Its clear they have no intention of returning it.

I should point out at this point, without my phone, I'm stuck, stranded, isolated, lost. I didnt even have a phone in the hotel to call my cell provider to block the SIM etc. I decide at this point I just need to get home to sort things out. I log onto airline website (by this time it's 4AM on Saturday morning) and book the next flight home. Its' in 5 hours. Throw stuff in a case and get reception to call me a cab to the airport.

Get home, strsight to Apple shop to buy new phone and SIM card. So all in all its been a total disaster of a weekend, the pickpocket, got a iPhone which has been locked and blocked so it's of absolutely no use to them - even if the factory reset it wont work as it's still registerd to my account, but I'm not sure they appreciate just how much distress, panic, loss it causes someone. Not only did they ruin my night, but my entire Load Weekend. Bastards, utter theifing scamming bastards. I hope they get hit by a bus pn the way home with my iphone.

[Spunkinmyarse]

Sounds like a nightmare, mate- sorry to hear it.  Seems like you were just unlucky, that kind of thing can happen to any of us.  Question is, would you give Paris a second chance, or recommend it to anyone else?  I used to live there, and never liked it much- but that was in the days before I became a cumdump, so don’t know how it stacks up on that front...

[anonfuck28]

The whole phone thing aside, I dont think I'd head back to Paris anytime soon. Few reasons really, the cruise bars (3 main ones) are spread across paris so it's a bit of a treck to get to any of them.

There was only 1 bar I got a liking for, well laid out etc with private cubicles if you wanted them, the others downstairs cruising was really quite small and it was all open, nowhere to go for some privacy if you hooked up with anyone. There was 2 French guys who were REALLY into each other, like totally lost in each other and really  getting it on, it was obvious they didnt want to play in a group, just those 2, was actually really sweet to see just how much they were into each other, but of course there was a swarm of guys around them trying to get in on the action but they clearly didnt want that, just each other. It got to the point guys were on their knees on the floor trying to grab their cocks, i did feel sorry for these 2 guys cos they just wanted to enjoy each other.

 Sex bit aside, Paris isnt what I imaged it would be. I always thought of Paris as this quaint little cute place but in reality it was teaming with people up to no good on the streets, some of it qas quite rough, hustlers and there was alot of dirty streets with graffiti. 

[Monster5-8gPA]

Thanks for the enlightenment about Paris! I had the same opinion as you that it would be a quaint city but it definitely sounds like a gay nightmare! The bars with the playspaces sound like fun, however your reality was quite different! Thanks for the update! 

[ErosWired]

I was decades younger on my one trip to Paris (as a teen in the ‘80s), but two things stand out in my mind from the experience:

We arrived in town as the sun was setting, and the bus pulled up and let us out at the balustrade overlooking the “City of Lights” at the Sacre Coeur. I had time for one look across the vista before my gaze fell upon the Parisian couple standing four feet away from me - with both his hands buried so far down the front of her pants that there was only one place his fingers could have gone. I distinctly remember thinking to myself, “Ah. So this is Paris.”

The next morning when we ventured forth from our (very shoddy and uncomfortable) hotel, the very first thing I spied was a 20-something skinhead urinating a long stream directly into the street, not far from a huge pile of uncollected bags of garbage. The place had a stench that persisted everywhere.

 I’m afraid I was such a late bloomer that I don’t have any stories of sexual adventure from that trip across Europe, but I can tell you that from Britain all the way to the edge of Turkey, Paris was the one place I found so unpleasant I have no desire to ever see again. Why some people seem to wax romantic about it baffles me.

[ejaculaTe]

ErosWired said: “Paris was the one place I found so unpleasant I have no desire to ever see again. Why some people seem to wax romantic about it baffles me.”

I’m just guessing that folks who get all tingly about Paris have a shitload of money so they only go to the high-falutin’ neighborhoods. That obviates any need to go to the suburbs where the residents tend to be of Arab or African origin (a result of the French colonial experience). There’s also no reason for the moneyed class to become involved with the ordinary folks, let alone the hustlers, the skinheads pissing in the street, the underemployed, the folks struggling to get through another day. (The “yellow vest” protesters of the winter and spring had become rather tired of being screwed by the government while the politicians bowed and scraped to the very moneyed class.) And not so much a problem in the 80s, but the presence of asylum seekers from North Africa and the Middle East is a pretty divisive topic in France, Italy, and most of Europe.

I would be the first to agree that a lot of urban America has much that needs to be improved. But anyone who goes goo-goo at the thought of living in Paris shouldn’t look up so often at the Eiffel Tower. They should instead look at the side streets at 3 in the morning and count the number of people living on the street having been priced out of the apartment rental market.

[ErosWired]

3 hours ago, ejaculaTe said:

But anyone who goes goo-goo at the thought of living in Paris shouldn’t look up so often at the Eiffel Tower.

Actually, the Eiffel Tower wasn’t anything to look at back then when I was there - it was covered in scaffolding and closed to the public. Every flippin’ place we went in northern Europe all the major landmarks were covered in scaffolding; there was some sort of multi-national push to clean off all the soot left over from the Industrial Revolution, apparently. Money to wash the tourist spots, but none, it seemed, to clear away the mounds of garbage stinking up the Rue de Hard Luck.

 I just pulled out the old travel journal in which I took notes from that trip. My younger self noted that the Parisians around him were “seedy as a pomegranate.”

[Guest gwmcatcher]

Oh dear!  I guess I’m in the minority.  My husband and I love Paris.  

The beautiful parts, museums AND rougher neighborhoods like the 8th or the 11th. 

And, no, we’re not rich. But I am from New York. Maybe that explains it? 

[Leather69]

Sorry to read your report.. but I did (along with others) suggest Berlin. In the Schoenberg area there are a multitude of bars with backrooms with easy walking distance of each other..so no phone required!.

Haven't heard one  report of great sex in Paris.. however many that just g there to play tourist and enjoy that aspect of the place.

[bbzh]

@anonfuck28: sorry this happened to you...truly I am. Here's a tip that I've learned from cruising. Get one of those super cheap neck wallets for ten bucks. Thieves can't get those without being obvious. Also, if you insist on taking your phone out cruising (which I think is ill-advised), then buy some knee-high sport socks and tuck it down in there along with your lube and poppers. Do not allow others to see you use your phone. Keep it tucked away. These phones nowadays cost close to a thousand bucks. Times are tough and people are desperate. I've seen video of people reaching through bus windows to steal them from tourists. I'd always heard they take them to another scammer who can wipe the phone, reset it and resell it.

As for Paris in general, I've had my fun there. I've written about loads I've taken in Atlas Cinema (in Pigalle) but the darkrooms there smell like piss. Hell, I've seen guys piss in the darkroom. Gross. The saunas can be good too. But the Parisians can be very very picky. Guys flake a lot too. I lived there twenty years ago and let's just say, if you think flaking is bad now, it was just as bad then in Paris. I am fluent in French, so language isn't a barrier. 

As for other cities, I go to Berlin quite a bit. It's still good, but over the last 7-8 years, I also see it starting to decline. Some of the gay bars in Schoneberg have closed. The Biohazard parties still attract a lot of guys. The only challenge is that if you do the cumdump thing at the big sex parties, you really should go straight to a clinic when you get home. It's not unheard of to score TWO std's at those parties - the scariest being Hep C (thanks to tops going from hole to hole), which is not easy to cure because of the cost and access to the drugs.  

[JamesL100]

It's a shame when plans don't work out 😞 Did your bf mind about the love bites and your other traumas?

[anonfuck28]

On 7/30/2019 at 6:03 PM, JamesL100 said:

It's a shame when plans don't work out 😞 Did your bf mind about the love bites and your other traumas?

Nah he was cool, said he was disappointed the weekend didnt go to plan for me but wasnt ass'd about the bites, they faded within a few days