After a busy weeklong conference I had arranged to take three days off for myself in Paris. I had arrived the night before and had checked into a 4 star hotel in the Montparnasse area. I picked this hotel specifically since it had been written up on some Internet site as a great 'cruising' location. Apparently the Lobby WC can be quite active with a younger crowd and even the cute bellhops will often join in for some great sucking sessions. Well, so far the only persons I noticed in the WC were elderly oriental gentlemen and fathers with their young sons; not very encouraging for someone as horny as I was. It had been weeks since I had had any sex. The months leading up to the conference had been crammed with my normally heavy work schedule as well as hours of preparatory work for my presentation at this European conference. The conference itself left little time for any relaxation and I found myself falling into bed nightly alone and to tired to even jack-off.
After checking in - and checking out the WC - I rested for a couple of hours and then headed out to cruise a couple of gay 'clubs' on the Lest Bank. Despite how horny I was nothing interested me. I quickly got tired of being hit-on by middle-aged 'queens' trying to look 20 again. There seemed to be little action, just a lot of skittishly cruising back and forth. Or maybe I was just too tired to care. I returned to the hotel frustrated and tired, falling into bed and immediately dropping off to sleep.
After checking in - and checking out the WC - I rested for a couple of hours and then headed out to cruise a couple of gay 'clubs' on the Lest Bank. Despite how horny I was nothing interested me. I quickly got tired of being hit-on by middle-aged 'queens' trying to look 20 again. There seemed to be little action, just a lot of skittishly cruising back and forth. Or maybe I was just too tired to care. I returned to the hotel frustrated and tired, falling into bed and immediately dropping off to sleep.