It was late spring 2010 in Seattle.  I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist.  I was in great shape physically and mentally.  I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven.  I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime.  I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family.

I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life.

I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies.  “The Company”  Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work.

Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in.  There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge.  It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style.

Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch.  I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. 

By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for nearly two decades (15 years) and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined.  I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing.  I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss.

Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me.  I honestly didn’t really care.  There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true.  But that didn’t mean they liked it.

It did make any attempts at dating futile.  Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions.  “Do you really bareback?”  “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?”  I wasn’t even positive at this point.  First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work.

So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex.  My kind of sex.  I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep…………

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I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company.

We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime.

I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay.  We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project.

Ethan was a presence.  He was 6’4” or 5” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours.  His arms were muscly.  He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs.  He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair.  He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion.  He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants.  He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words.  He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself.

We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink.  The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools.  At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. 

We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex.  Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others.  It was like the perfect dick.  It was a Goldilocks dick.  I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends…

He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole.  He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully.  And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick.  I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected.

He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in.  I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more.

Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me.  I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load.  He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. 

Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me.  He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand.  He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted.  We collapsed side by side.

“That was fucking awesome.  It was fucking hot being inside you.”

“Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck!  I can’t believe you came three times!”

“It’s a curse.  Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times!  So, I fucked you raw.  Sorry about that.  I’m not a condom guy.  I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.”

“Dude, I only fuck without a condom.  It’s fine with me.  Me too on the test results.  I want you to do that when we fuck again!”

He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me.  We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex.  A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling.

“So no condoms.  Yeah, I really hate them.  I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well!  I got a lot of unpopular opinions.  I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!”

We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well.  We had a real connection in that way.

“So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?”

We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past.

We got a long great on a multitude of levels………………………..

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Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating.  In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after.  It was effortless.  We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box.

We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus.  He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message.  “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.”  I completed all of the dares.

It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with………………………………………………

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About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off.  Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week.

We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off.  I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing.

That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. 

“What are you up to?”  It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot.

He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck.  He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water.  I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case.  I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry.

I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch.  He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. 

He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz.  He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly.  His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful.  My body was already tingling. 

He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans.  The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. 

My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick.

He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me.

“I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about.  I don’t get to do that with many people.  They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.”

I could relate.  “Trust me, I get it.  I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.”

“So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about)

“Yeah, really, I do.  I wish I had more of it.  Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.”

“Totally.  I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that.  I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?”

I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions.  Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible.

“Can I show you something?  Come with me and take a look at this.”  We entered the house and walked into the living room.

Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk.

It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size.  At least two people could sit inside.  Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall.  It was massive. 

It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house.

“That thing is huge.  Where did you get it?”

He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior.  It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby.

He opened the trunk.  I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me.

Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads.  All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks.  There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle.  There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.”  Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device.

It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple.  And it was so meticulously organized.  You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory.

We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed.

“Whadya thing?”  He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response.

My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face.  I was impressed and said so to Ethan:

"This is really fucking impressive.  You have like EVERYTHING!  And it's all so organized.  All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring!  I'm jealous!"

"Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick)   I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working.  What do you have going on this week...anything?"

"Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX."

"So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?"

(I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details.  But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt.  In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.)

"Nope!" 

"Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit.  You cool with a little Dom/Sub action?  I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably."

"Fuck yeah!  This is hot as fuck.  Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too?   I want some more of that."

"Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum."

(to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)