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Thanks for the shout out and for adding valuable information! The addition of the various non-ABS is awesome! I've had good luck at Pleasures North Washington lately. About a month ago I heard a rumor that all the glory holes at the West Colfax Pleasures are boarded up now. Have you been there recently? UPDATE: Unfortunately Adult World on North Federal is permanently closed. I used to get lots of cum there, so I'm bummed it closed. Thanks again for updating this list!

Fucking hot story! Had me cumming already!

Hot start to this story! Hoping Chad and his buddies fuck Jason good, then end up pissing in his ass. All that chem piss gets him flying, and destroys any inhibitions he had. Something tells me he'll be begging to get slammed by the time they've all fucked and filled his ass at least once.

Fuck yes, sir! Thank you, sir. Please sir, turn my cunt inside out! Punch it til my cunt lips hang loose, gaping loose. I'm in Denver, needing my hole wrecked and filled with fist, cock and cum. Slam me up good, and I'll come to wherever you want me to cum.

Fuck yeah!

12. Top was in his 20s.

Love getting fucked with a Devil's Dick or Cumsicle! I sometimes save up lots of loads to make a really big one like this:

There's a place in Breckenridge, Colorado called the Bunkhouse. It's not so much a gay resort or ranch as it is a gay bread and breakfast. I've never stayed there (but it's probably about time I did.) It's been in business for decades. I actually heard about it when I lived in Breckenridge/Summit County ages ago, but I was very much in the closet back then, so I never checked it out for fear of blowing my cover (as a "straight" ski instructor). I do know that it's on the outskirts of the Town of Breckenridge, but very close to public transportation that can take you to the ski slopes, or into the Town of Breckenridge. Breckenridge is a very quaint old mining town turned ski town. Breckenridge Ski Resort is one of the larger ski areas in Colorado, with everything from beginner level to expert level runs. The same bus system that takes you to Breck can also get you to Keystone Resort and Copper Mountain Resort, each about a 30 minute bus ride from the Bunkhouse. I'm pretty sure the bus also goes to Arapahoe Basin, which is much smaller than the other three ski areas, but has some spectacular advanced and expert runs. If skiing and/or winter weather isn't your thing, there's plenty to do during the summer in and around Breck too. Mountain biking, hiking, whitewater rafting, an alpine slide, just to name a few. Plus, the National Repertory Orchestra calles Breckenridge home in the summer. Here's a link to the Bunkhouse website for more information: [think before following links] https://bunkhouselodge.com/

Yikes! That must have been disconcerting, to say the least. 😱 Regarding the childhood diseases, I've since been told by my doctor that some test I had showed I have immunity to chicken pox, so either I had an extremely mild case that neither I nor my parents noticed, or I was born immune. 💪 I forgot to mention another thing that helped me convince myself that I was immune was a theory I had heard that people whose ancestors had survived the Plague could have a gene that gave them immunity. I don't know how accurate that is, but it gave me a plausible explanation as to why I hadn't tested positive yet. In one of the posts above, spartus4 referred to the immunity theory as the "Double D." So who knows, maybe I have at least one Delta-32 gene. ❓

I'm poz now, but had been getting fucked bareback for at least 10 years before I converted. I got tested about every six months, so it wasn't that I was poz with no symptoms. Neg tests every six months for years. And I got fucked A LOT. Spent two or three nights each week at one of the local bathhouses, plus a couple visits to one of the adult video store arcades. I probably got fucked by at least a dozen guys a week on average. Bareback almost every time. If the guy had a condom on I would usually reach between my legs and try to slip the condom off. Nine times out of ten he'd get the hint and take it off himself. So a dozen or more loads each week adds up to more than 600 loads each year times 10 years, and I'm right up there with you having gotten fucked by around 6000 guys. And this was before PreP or even any of the advanced HIV meds we have today, so there weren't many (if any) guys who were undetectable back then. Honestly, I had convinced myself that I was immune. That wasn't based solely on avoiding HIV. I also was considering the fact that I never had any childhood disease. I grew up when every child got mumps, measles, and chicken pox. But I never had any of them. In college, I spent a summer living with my sister, and all four of her kids had chicken pox while I was living with them, but never caught it. So, having dodged several communicable diseases, I was convinced that I had some super immune system or something.

Fucking hot! Had me shooting cum already. I bet you'll have me shooting more soon!

It's been a couple years since I visited Buddies. It's TINY compared to DSC. Six or seven rooms at most. Probably 20 lockers. Hot tub outside, steamroom, dry sauna I think, a couple play areas, a sling. The thing I really like about Club Buddies is the fact that a few of the rooms have their own glory hole, with a little door to block it off when you want privacy. I love glory holes, so that's a major perk for me. I've only been there a couple times, but had fun both times. I've really been meaning to get back down there soon. It's probably worth noting that Club Buddies shares a building with Club Q. From what I understand, several Club Q patrons were able to make it into Club Buddies to escape the gunman who killed five people there. It closed for a while after the shooting, but eventually reopened. That's another reason I want to return, so I can in some small way support the community there.

Yes, there was a time when Denver had FOUR bathhouses. Of course, there was the Denver Swim Club. But back then it was called Empire Spa. The Midtowne Spa had a different name way back when as well. It was known as The Zuni. Those of you who have been around Denver for a while probably remember The Triple C. Easily the darkest, seediest, nastiest (in both a good and bad way) bathhouse in Denver, it closed down a little more than a decade ago. Between the Patrick Sullivan scandal (see note below), the raid and search of the entire club that followed, and the fact that it occupied about half a block of prime Downtown/LoDo real estate, the owners felt it was time to sell. A six story luxury apartment complex now occupies the entire block. Like the DSC and Midtowne Spa, The Triple C went by a slightly different name back then. It started out as the Community Country Club, which then got shortened to CCC, and eventually it became The Triple C, or just The Trip. But back in the day, there was yet another bathhouse in Denver that far surpassed any of the three that outlived it. Some say it was the best bathhouse in the country at the time. The Ballpark, a multi-level sexual extravaganza, was legendary! It's possible that my impression of it at the age of 21, has ballooned out of proportion in the 35+ years since it closed, but I doubt it. One article describes it as this: The music was the first thing you noticed. Somehow the DJ always knew what to play to get you hard and ready to fuck. The Mack semi-truck cab in the basement complete with a sleeper section behind the driver's seat helped it bring the trucker fucker fantasy to life. The hot tub, which could hold more than a dozen guys, was made to look like a natural stone pool. The natural stone theme continued on to the adjacent steam room, fashioned to look like a cave so dark and steamy that you had to feel your way around until your hands found a rock hard cock among the faux stone walls. But what really set the Ballpark apart from the average bathhouse, was the waterfall plunging from two stories above into the hot tub. Imagine standing under a waterfall getting your cock sucked while warm water splashes over your head and cascades down your body. Having arrived in Denver the summer of 1985, I had the opportunity to experience the Ballpark a few memorable times before it closed in June of 1986. An excellent essay reflecting on the rise and fall and last few days of the storied bathhouse appeared in OUTFRONT magazine in 2016. Written by house DJ turned author, Rick Kitzman, it can be found here: Lifted on the Wings of Fairies Patrick Sullivan scandal: Patrick Sullivan is a retired Arapahoe County Sheriff who was so well respected and considered such a bastion of law and order, that Arapahoe County chose to name its county jail after him. Little did they know that one day Sullivan himself would become an inmate in the very jail that bore his name: the Patrick Sullivan Detention Center. After his illustrious career, Sullivan started guiding and mentoring a number of young men, including a number of whom struggle with addiction. Unfortunately Sullivan chose to use his influence and position of authority to take advantage of several of these young men and their addiction. In December 2011, after a lengthy investigation and subsequent sting operation, Sullivan was arrested for exchanging meth for sex. Sullivan was a regular at The Triple C, and quite possibly met and had sex with some of his victims there. Among these was a charismatic, yet troubled young man by the name of Sean Moss, who at one point worked at The Triple C.. Sullivan had helped Sean Moss by bailing him out of jail and getting him a security job in Cherry Creek Schools. Sean was found dead in the Platte River near Coors Field in January 2011. Toxicology reports showed Sean had both meth and GHB in his system when he died. Patrick Sullivan was reportedly with Sean the night before his death. I was shocked and saddened to hear about Sean's death. I had known him personally, although I hadn't talked to him in quite some time. In the end, Sullivan plead guilty to the meth for sex charges and was sentenced to a month in jail.