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@xtc303den you provide the most interesting and informative posts! Your knowledge of some of the history of Denver far exceeds my own and I was reading your post about the four bathhouses enthralled! Thank you for sharing all of that. CCC sounds a lot like Club Z in Seattle which was one of my favorites (in the best and worst ways 🙂 ). Beyond Buddies, which honestly is a trek for anyone in Denver, I agree it is really ridiculous that Denver has ZERO bathhouses. I also don't know of the legal/licensing/zoning of such establishments and the requirements, but if most other metropolitan cities of any size have one, we should too. Maybe we should start a gofundme LOL! 🙂

Now that I've returned from my long weekend of hanging out with 2 lifelong heterosexual couple friends and going to Taylor Swift - I did end up telling a slightly sanitized version of this story to my two heterosexual couple friends I've known 25+ years - they are less spicy now with kids and what not but still the cool type of heteros, whereas I'm newly single after 10 years so a LOT of spicy stories. I made the mistake of passing my phone to one of my friends - I thought I had quarantined all the photos/vids that autodownload from telegram chats, but turns out I hadn't so it wasn't too long before they were scrolling through screens like this. So then everyone wanted to know what post divorce life was like, so I told a bunch of stories of what I've been up to lately. So then I got to the Alex memory trip story... At several points, both of the women would say things like "damn, I wanna be Alex!" (as a couple of you have...) but at the end of me telling them what happened and quickly flashing the pictures at them, my buddy R who I've known the longest of all of them said, "I'm totally the Verbal Guy (of the three guys) and ya know, anal is great with L (his wife - who laughed at the comment). No lie though, I have massive FOMO so fuck it, Alex it is! One more thing for the bucket list." (If you knew R, you'd know this will not ever happen!) We all cracked up, I spilled my drink laughing so hard, and L his wife looks at him and said, "There's not a chance in hell you could take that much dick." 🙂

I commented on this a while back (Are you living a double life? - my reply) and part of the discussion here makes me think of my response to that thread. Do I wish that my "alt-life" and my professional and family life could be completely connected and without barriers? Absolutely. Do I hope for a more sexual and societal progressive future where less things are NOT in the shadows and more are accepted? Totally. I have noticed attitudes towards things change even in the past decade. Prior to prep, talking about barebacking was very much considered "in the shadows" or [banned word] or whatever - now it's become more mainstream, at least in our community. So why does this matter here? For better or worse, right now, we are engaging in and talking openly about a variety of things that, depending on where you live, may be against current law or policy. Certainly if tied to our real identities may mean some embarrassment or forced coming out at best; substantial other professional/personal consequences at worst. And what is and is not legal changes - as we just saw when several states had to be cut off from access. Moderation gets us some protection to be able to open up, within a walled garden, that if not monitored at moderated at all would become the dark-web and not somewhere I'd necessarily a) want to participate or b) feel comfortable sharing in or c) enjoy because without any parameters you pass in to some areas that I am not currently comfortable going. So I accept the moderation and I think @rawTOP and others are being open and communicative about the standards of conduct, and perhaps with a few tweaks (like an appeal process) people might feel more comfortable. But I accept the moderation here because otherwise, I simply wouldn't have a forum like this. So Admins - thanks for all you do!

I have not and I don't know anyone personally that has, just a few folks I have chatted with. It looks solid, but the commute is so far from Denver and I have no idea what the crowd is like or on which nights. The thing I've contemplated is going for Cumunion since it's sponsored to test the waters. All the bathhouses are gone. Check out this thread about Glory Holes in Denver. It's the closest we have to anything in Denver these days 😞

"Cumdump" is a mentality, IMHO. Are high volume high quantity bottoms cumdumps? Sure, but I don't think this is the only qualifier. These things matter as evidence, but the reality is not everyone has access to the amount of dick they might like (because gays are strangely hard to hook up with, or they live a certain type of place, whatever), but still are cumdumps. The mentality is - am i obsessed with getting fucked and taking loads, from anyone, anywhere, at anytime no matter what? If you find yourself saying yes to the bold and don't qualify or restrict it with "but" statements or requirements, then you're more a cumdump than not. If your instinctually throw up roadblocks and/or if it doesn't really occupy a space in your thoughts, you're probably less so. Maybe it's not a yes or no, but rather a "on the scale of 1 to 100" type thing. Do you have to be no-loads-refused? This is definitely a cumdump trait but I don't think absolutely required. But if you have a list of "things" that are required to fuck (age, body, race, position, appearance, whatever) you're probably less a cumdump. I really go nuts when chasers, as an example,say they are total sluts and want to be poz and can't wait to be complete cumdumps, and then go on and on about exactly who they will and will not have sex with and where and when they will or will not have sex. One guy once told me he'd only have sex with someone he had a drink with first. Not a cumdump. While you're at it, though, can we add some additional terms that have unclear definitions: TOXIC - is this just HIV positive or does it mean HIV positive with HVL so likely to convert? WHORE/WHORING - I learned recently to some that this means something with direct monetary value must be exchanged for sex; others define simply as giving out sex with no restriction. I have thoughts - but will reserve for now.

Sweet Mary Jesus, I apologize for the egregious number of typos and other issues in Part 2 especially. The writing process for this was a bit strange - on Thursday I kept both pictures on my desk and as details or memories came up, I'd type them quickly in to a word document - sometimes just words, sometimes whole paragraphs, sometimes something like "Aaron's Pozzing Gang Bang". On Friday evening, I sat down with the document, and started to put things in order, regardless of the order I had remembered them in. I then started a new document and attempted to write everything I remembered from start to finish and did not edit myself at all, writing for approximately 1.5 hours straight - stream of consciousness style. The final first draft was 16 pages and close to 10K words and typed quickly with tons of spelling spacing and grammar issues typical for this writing technique. I did my best to pare things down, fix things along the way, used spell check and what not and still, this is what you get! 🙂 Anyway, it's a little tough to read so apologies. Still makes me hard.

PART 2 – Whoring out Alex (Note: there are a variety of moments that occur over the next few days/weeks where, looking back, I want to smack myself for being naïve, unaware, or just insane in my decision making. It’s not to say that I’m not still all of those things, but definitely see my growth from these days in 2015.) Thursday after the sex party, I got a text from Alex and honestly, I wasn’t expecting one. My general experience with each group participant was that generally, things were amicable but that folks back-burnered each other for future PNP scenarios – less typical was becoming non-PNP friends. I’m not saying this doesn’t happen, but this topic is better left for another post. The text started simply and casually with greetings, and the how-are-yous, and the what-are-you-up tos and I was doing things around my apartment so not really responding quickly to each round of texts. Eventually , Alex asked point black “hey, can I come over and hang out?” It was a few days post party and those that have PNPd before may affirm, your critical thinking and impulse control remains suppressed for several days after. Typically, I address this by knowing this is the case and then forcing myself to evaluate every decision or choice to be sure I’m not making decisions I wouldn’t otherwise. I didn’t really want him to and told him I was planning to go to bed early, about to tell him ‘nah, I’ll pass.” Alex: “Aaaaah, bummer. I’m outside of your building in the back.” WHAT THE FUCK? I started to cross the room to the glass wall with the window which faced the alley. Was he just in the area or had he come here to ambush me with his presence? The neighborhood where I lived was a bunch of multimillion dollar old-money homes and pretty randomly, this brand new 15 unit apartment building. It seemed unlikely that disheveled slow-on-the-uptake Alex would just be over in this part of the area. I look out the window and sure as shit, there is Alex, typing on his phone. Me: “What the hell are you doing here?” and ignoring my question entirely he responded, Alex: “Can I come up?” Had I not remembered the color of Alex’s shirt from the other night, I might have thought he was wearing the same thing, except for this time this mishappen green instead of red but just as massive as the last shirt had been. His jeans looked indentical, not just in style but also the dirt stains. He had a Jansport backpack with him that seemed to be full. As he enters my apartment, I ask him a few questions to try to figure out why he had just barnstormed my apartment and my solitary evening. In my mind I’m thinking how I had just pulled out the Hello Fresh kit for that evening and if I had to share it with him that would mean I wouldn’t have lunch for tomorrow, and this annoyed me so I’m sure my tone was a little aggressive. As before, Alex didn’t seem to process the questions and his responses very narrowly spoke to why he was here but largely meandered in to other topics. I don’t even recall what those were, other than I remember saying something along the lines of “well, that doesn’t really explain things, but let’s move on.” I didn’t want to stand over in the kitchen trying to make small talk with Alex while cooking so I quickly abandoned that and ordered a pizza. Now what? Conversation wouldn’t even fill the next 10 minutes, it was only 530P so there wasn’t really anything to put on for background radiation, and I honestly wasn’t really feeling like hooking up and putting on porn, and I didn’t really want him to stay, so I didn’t want to start a movie. In the middle of some basic bitch question about his week, I remember visibly seeing a light switch in Alex and he went from dopey dude sitting on my couch, to amped up animal ready to fuck. You could see it in his face, and you could just feel it sitting next to him. I’d never see something like this before nor have I since in terms of such a n instantaneous change. Whatever sexual voodoo Alex had mastered, it flipped my switch too. I had been massively horny since the party, had hooked up with several guys since but was still experiencing that hunger for more that cumdumps like me generally feel but which is especially palpable when you’ve had nine dicks fucking you for an extended period and filling you with cum. One or two dicks a night was not going to fill the emptiness so fuck yeah, let’s fucking go! We made out for the first time – we hadn’t during the party at all that I recall. Alex was a good kisser and his mouth and breath tasted clean and like mint gum. I think this sticks out to me because the rest of him was kind of a dirty mess, so the fact his mouth tasted pristine was odd to me. He was a really good kisser and had a style, but adapted well to me and me to him. He ‘d occasionally go really deep with his mouth and tongue and probe the back of my mouth which I love. This went on for about 20 minutes and during this time we had taken off our jeans and shirts – I had briefs on which Alex quickly got underneath to stroke my dick and occasionally reach between my legs and pretty much with no hesitation, start fingering my hole. He was aggressive and very much determined to do what he wanted to do and I was really fucking loving it. His dick had popped out the hole in the front of his boxer briefs and I swallowed his whole dick all the way down to his balls. Again, I don’t think I had actually touched or really played with his dick up to this point during the party, so it was the first time I realized his dick was really nice. Like a specific – shape and direction, thickness, length, the shape and size of the head. I really wish I had a picture of it but I didn’t find one. I was raging with testosterone and lust for his dick at this point both because I was horny already, but also because of the contract between Dopey “doesn’t seem to know what’s going on” Alex and the Perfect Dicked “I know what I want and I’m going to take it” Alex. We were temporarily interrupted when UPS knocked on the door to deliver a package and when I got back to the couch he said “wanna get high?” Ahhhh fuck! Here we go. It was a school night was about as far as I got trying to come up with excuses not to when I just said “yes.” We kept going on the couch for a while when Alex pulled away, and again, in a tone and manner of speaking notably different than Dopey Alex laughed and said, “So are you just a bottom?” I had topped several times, but it wasn’t my preference and certainly not when there were any drugs involved. He accepted this and didn’t push me but did start talking about the times he had bottomed which had mostly been at bathhouses, how he didn’t understand why people assumed he was a top but that he sort of just went with the flow and finally, how he had jerked off thinking about how much he loved watching me get fucked during the party. I remember feeling like he was sincerely complementing and feeling good. He was also saying clearly in his words amplified by the longing tone he had talking about it, “I really want to do that too.” Conversational break was over and Alex stood up and pulled me up by the arm with him. He rounded the corner to my bedroom and came back with the lube, and moved the small side table on the side of the couch across the room. Again, the confident way he was moving was just different. He bent me over the arm of the couch and got on his knees behind me. This was the first time he had rimmed me. I know he didn’t during the sex party because no one really did and I definitely would have felt his facial hair. I most certainly felt his facial hair now, which for those that love to be rimmed, is fucking wonderful. It amplifies to me everything that’s happening and makes me squirm and shake and makes me even hornier for dick as it continues. He applies plenty of lube to my hole and his dick. As sometimes is the case after you have long sessions or lots of dick, my hole was still a bit tighter than it typically was and Alex’s dick wasn’t massively thick, but thick enough it wasn’t something I could just slide in. He pushed in in a way that was neither gentle nor unforgiving – he went in one smooth stroke all the way down to the base all at once and I remember moaning very loud because it happened all at once and my hole was suddenly spread completely around the base of his dick. He kept his dick there for what felt like minutes and moved his hips around, but keeping his dick buried all the way in. The feeling was so powerful that I almost felt I couldn’t take a breath and I loved it. His time spent there was clearly meant to open me up further, as he kept pushing my hole open with his deck, up, down, left, right , in a circle…whoa. He was a hole master! We fucked for about 15 or 20 minutes and it was really good. Some tops just pump in and out, some spend a lot of time doing acrobatics to the point where you don’t have any clue what’s going moment to moment. Alex combined both. He’d pump for stretches of time in and out and pound my hole, and occasionally would stop to work my hole differently, either balls deep and stretching, or with the head of his dick. I do recall at a couple different moments turning my head back to look at him and every time, he was transfixed on the porn that had been put on, which was odd because it was fully occupying his attention and yet, he was delivering anything but a pre-programmed fuck. I don’t know that I could have fully transfixed on porn while doing what he was doing to me. I think it peeved me a little bit but then he kept fucking me and eventually, picked up pace and shot his load in me. I don’t always feel the spray of cum inside of my ass - I don’t know why, but I remember moaning that I could and did feel every single spurt of cum in my hole. It felt great. We both cleaned up a little bit, I put on shorts and came out to the living room where Alex was sitting in his boxer shorts, staring a little blankly at the porn. Master of Hole Alex has seemingly vanished as fast as he had appeared, and Dopey Alex. It was insane. I asked of he wanted a glass of water and with a brief pause responded along the lines of “What, oh yeah. Sure” Again, what the fuck? I turned off the porn and put something on TV. It was around 1030P, I was tired and sleepy and it wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Alex was starting blankly at the TV screen, there wasn’t really any conversation happening, and I asked something like “so what do you have going on for the rest of the night” to which his response was “can I stay the night?” I resigned to him staying, he jumped in the shower and we got in to bed and went to sleep. 6A. I got out of bed and made sure Alex was awake and grabbed him a clean shirt before getting in the shower. I got out of the bathroom about 10 minutes later and Alex was still in bed, and somewhat frustrated said, “hey, you need to get the fuck up. I have to leave soon which means you’re leaving soon.” He slowly and reluctantly got out of bed at a speed that I could never achieve even if I were frozen solid. We made it out of the house, Alex said he didn’t have a car but also didn’t need a ride, and down the street he strolled while I went off to my day. Over the next two weeks, Alex texted a few times and each time asked if I wanted to hang out. Based on the previous two experiences and his recurring pattern of lingering a bit too long, each time I made excuses why I couldn’t. They weren’t always lies but I was definitely doing my best to avoid him. The sex was good, but it was one-off and I really didn’t know if it was just drug fueled or something he could repeat, but I didn’t need a live-in non-boyfriend. At the end of the third week, I get another text from Alex. It was later on a Friday night and I had definitely come from some happy hour with friends and was more than a little tipsy when the message arrived. I had made it home and was horny, and was probably frustrated with the lack of ready to go tops on BBRT. Oh, if I were better at navigating these moments of weakness. He showed up a while later looking like he would, slightly disheveled with another ugly shirt on. He cut almost immediately through the chit chat and asked if he could see my toy bag. (Note: at some point during the sex party, I failed to mentioned that I had gone to my closet and grabbed my duffle bag full of sex stuff – dildos, plugs, a variety of restraints, collars, cockrings, etc. There was little use of any of this during the sex party, but it had clearly caught Alex’s attention). I set it down on the couch in front of him and watched he just sort of looked at the bag. There was no touching or foreplay occurring so I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen next – was he going to grab things out and use them on me or on himself? It turns out he was curious. He unzipped the bag and began picking up individual items one by one and asking questions like “you’ve had this in our hole” holding up my largest dildo, or “damn, doesn’t this hurt” holding up one of the buttplugs you use only when getting to the heavier types of ass play. There were a few things he couldn’t identify like a leather cockring that had straps which separated your balls, and a metal ass grommet. He grabbed one of my leather collars and went to wrap it around his arm and I laughed a little and told him it was a collar and helped him put it on. It felt out of nowhere when he said, Alex: “Have you ever been to ClubZ?” I briefly share with him a few lightweight stories of ClubZ and emphasized some of the key differences between Z and Steamworks, namely that ClubZ had much more obvious drug use obvious in the behavior of the patrons and that Steamworks generally had a greater “safe-sex” contingent where as at ClubZ you might struggle to find a condom even if you wanted one. Alex: “I have had fun there but the rooms are so small and cramped.” I had only ever rented the Sling TV room (room 408) which was the biggest and largest of their rooms. I had been the next two tiers of rooms which were equivalent to your normal room at bathhouse. Twin sized cot, a room about double the width of that. I did not realize until Alex described the rooms he had been that there were three classes of rooms below the top three which were truly like capsules. The room was the size of the mattress with nowhere to really stand on the ground, there were no TVs and because they had fit these rooms in to odd places, often had unusually low ceilings. Some you actually had to crawl through a large cubby hole versus a door to get in to. By comparison room 408 was a palace. It was their largest room equipped with a King Size mattress, a sling that could be used over the mattress or raised, ample floor space, a cross, and a TV. I didn’t know where anything was headed at this point, but buzzed and horny, I shifted my energy quickly towards taking control over what would happen next that evening. Alex kept looking at me for more details of what I had done at ClubZ, what were the guys like, how long I had stayed, etc. and while I was fine telling him about these things I didn’t want to sit on the couch telling stories all night. As he had before, I asked him if he wanted to get high and as before we did. Whether because of that, or because I had determine my role for the evening, I grabbed the remote and turned on the porn again, and looked at him and directly and with no tone of doubt I was serious said to Alex, Me: “Alex, take your fucking clothes off.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed two jock straps and began undressing with Alex. I threw the jock at him and told him to put it on. I started asking him if he had been to the dark room or the fuck bench to bottom. I told him that with his looks and body it would be easy to get fucked by a bunch of guys. Not only had he never ventured in to these areas, but he said he had hangups if they weren’t attractive white guys in the range of 20-40’ish. He couldn’t really articulate why – it wasn’t really a racial thing, and he had found guys older than his age range attractive but still wouldn’t mess around with them. The no loads refused cumdump in me with my slightly impaired thinking saw this as a condition that needed a cure and my mind went instantly to figuring out ways to make him relinquish himself fully and without qualification. I told him as I had learned from others that if you’re a good bondage dom that when you were exposing your sub to new experiences, you needed to communicate to them what was happening – not in a way that communicated choice in the matter but at its core, set expectations for what was next. I explained that I was going to restrain him to help him get used to what it felt like and at each step explained what I was doing. I asked him to think of a safe word. As a sub, my expectation was that he would only beg for things he really wanted, thank me and others for thinks that had been done to him, be verbal during sex, ask for water or a break, or, if whatever was happening or he needed to remove himself from the situation for any reason, he could use a safe word. I don’t remember what it was, but he chose one and seemed relaxed. His ankles were cuffed and chained to each other, as were his wrists, leaving his hole somewhat open based on the way he was sitting. He had the jock on. I asked him how he felt about taking pictures and he expressed no real concern other than he’d like to have his face more covered. I retrieved a Nasty Pig baseball l cap and red bandana from my room. The hate went on backwards and the bandana was made in to a blindfolded in in no time, he was restrained, blindfolded, and looking like he was relaxed while confined. It was time to start work on his hole. I stood on the couch/ in front of him at first and stuck my dick in his mouth. At first I let him move his head on my dick and then pushed him back and began to fuck his face, slowly and shallow at first before deepening and eventually shoving my whole dick in and all the way to the back of his throat, causing him to cough. He did not want to stop though and tried to raise his hands to grab my hips and I think at that point realized he had limited mobility. The next hour was spent working on Alex’s hole – and admittedly, I was not as slow or gentle as I could have been. There were a few moments where Alex moaned or said ‘slow day” and I would briefly pause and then continue. The smallest dildo turned in to the medium one, and then I tried one of the largest. This large one had a fat head and was thick and though Alex initially pushed back and struggled to open, the tip finally went in and I was able to get it two-thirds of the way in. His words and his voice indicated he was enjoying it but as with most experiences like this, it was overwhelming. I pulled out the dildo a little while later, pulled down his jock, and put the shoved the lubed up Fleshjack down on his dick. I’m surprised given the giant moan he made and the way he arched his back that he didn’t shoot his load right then. After the dildos, I played around with a few buttplugs and as many do, once it was inside, he didn’t want it to ever leave, and he struggled as I pulled both out of him. It was so hot to watch. I had stopped using the Fleshjack and was instead slapping his dick and balls gently while playing with the buttplugs. Each time I would remove everything completely from his hole, he would whimper and tell me he wanted more. In honest review, he really did do a great job – he went from struggling against a tiny dildo at first to being able to open his hole for a medium-effort buttplug in a short amount off time. He had one of those very adaptable holes. We got high again and I removed Alex’s blindfold so he could watch the “Aaron’s Pozzing Gang Bang” TIM scene where Aaron’s only dream is to be blindfolded and bred by a group of poz men so he could be pozzed. Alex was very turned on by this and said “it would be really hot to be him” We paused and got high again, and I removed his blindfold while the TIM "Aaron pozzing gang bang" started, with the text that read how Aaron always wanted to be pozzed by a group of men. Some time around midnight , near the end of the scene, fueled by what I know call my “alpha energy” and other things, I told Alex to get up and get dressed. “You wanna go to ClubZ?” His answer was very clear. I told Alex to rinse off quickly but not worry about his hole. I did the same. Alex told me he wanted to bring a few things from the toy bag, so I grabbed those things and made a go bag with some fresh clothes, a few snack bars, lube and poppers . I grabbed one of the permanent markers I kept in my nightstand. We skated through the simulated bag check at ClubZ and I requested the Sling Room. By luck, they were cleaning it right then from the previous guests. I bought one of the douche kits and moments later we were in the room getting organized and ready for the evening. After heading to the shower area, it was only about 30 minutes before we were in the sling room. I adjusted the sling height slightly and then asked Alex to get up in the sling. He had bene in one before but I told him we were going to make it similar to what we had done on the couch back at my place. I chained his wrist restraints slightly behind him to the chains of the sling, and did similar to his ankles. Obviously, this left him with no ability to resist. All the time I left his blindfold off so he could see what was happening. I grabbed the permanent market and carefully wrote ‘CUM DUMP’ across his chest with an arrow pointing downward to his hole. His collar was finally restrained back loosely and the baseball cap was put back on. The last thing was to blindfold him, a small action that seemed to make thins very real for Alex all at once. He softly jerked from side to side to see how much he could move. Realizing he couldn’t he said, he asked to have a moment to adjust, and after a moment I told him we were ready. I reassured him I would not be leaving the room at any point, and I would be there 100% of the time to make sure was safe. He kept moving and squirming trying to find some movement in the restraints. He asked for more T and I gave him some and did some myself. He continued to say “almost ready” and then ask for a few more minutes and after about ten minutes, he finally stopped moving. Me: “Are you ready?” Alex: “Yes. Yes. I hope so! Yes!” Anyone that goes to ClubZ draws a certain amount of attention upon arrival, especially if they are particularly in shape and not daily regulars. This described Alex and I and I noticed as we walked up the stairs when we got there people scoping us out. Notably, I had made Alex wear the collar from the apartment so I’m sure many of the guys were already pegging him as the bottom. When I finally opened the door to the room, there were a few people lingering on the landing and a few seemed ready to fuck – they had probably been wondering for the entire time whether we were just there to play with each other or were eventually going to engage with others. The goal here with Alex and his goal was to get fucked by a bunch of guys. I had learned my lesson over the years that when in a bathhouse, you strike when the irons hot. If someone is willing to engage, engage them. Don’t back-burner them while you look for something else. This is why no-loads-refused bottoms had the most fun and if you weren’t quite there in your head, why a blindfold could help. The first guy to walk to the door happened to be a tall black guy. He walked up, stated more than asked “can I come in” and entered the room. I had seen him there before. He walked in and makes some comments about Alex looking hot in the sling and Alex started to try and engage in conversation, “what’s your name?” was all he got out before we told Alex not to worry about it. A black guy was definitely not what Alex was wanting, but thankfully for Alex, this guy didn’t not have a massive dick to start the night. The black guy lubed up and began to fuck Alex who like before, whimpered with each stroke of the guys dick. Alex was definitely enjoying himself so I walked to the door to see what other trade was within earshot. There was a group of three guys that seemed to be there together who wanted to go after the black guy finished. I waved them in to the room while the black guy continued to fuck Alex. These three were much more Alex’s desired types. I think two guys were good looking white guys and the thirds was more olive complected but not Latino – maybe Italian? I couldn’t tell. The four of us made out and sucked each other in various combinations. The non-white White guy was verbal which is always a turn-on for me and while I was down sucking one of the dicks kept on with “suck that fucking dick” and “choke that fag” and a variety of other really hot encouragements -which continued for about 5 more minutes when we heard the black guy say something along the lines of "I'm gonna cum" at which point he pumped a load in to Alex who was still whimpering just the same as he had been. The guy pulled out and Alex said something “holy fucking shit man.” The black dude vanished. I don’t even recall seeing him get off the bed. And the Verbal Guy quickly got up on the bed and one of the other guys got up as well and approached Alex’s face. Getting fucked in the face and his ass at the same time was definitely a level-up for Alex and initially he struggled to figure out how to turn his head but eventually settled in to a rhythm with two dicks in him simultaneously. Alex continued his whimpers though now muffled from the dick in his mouth. Thrupple 1 got louder with his words and kept talking about breeding Alex’s slut hole and asking him how he liked to have his pussy creamed. I remember him using the word pussy a lot, which I sometimes use, but not as often as this guy. Thrupple 1 continued to pump in and out as he came, and then gave Alex one final balls deep blast and pulled out rather quickly. “Fuck him” he said to Thrupple 2 who did exactly that. He was slightly slower in motion I think because he was already close to coming and sure enough, after a little over than a minute, Thrupple 2 came in Alex. All the while, Thrupple 3 was standing in the corner jerking off and I sort of motioned to him that he was next, but he shook his head and told me he had just cum. Thrupple 1 had come up behind me and started pawing my chest from behind and I could feel that his dick was still fully. He pushed my back forward just a little but and pushed his dick in with pretty much expert aim and I was a little shocked he managed it. “Now you have some of that nut inside his hole’ and pulled out. The Thrupple was done and said “ catch ya later” and made their way to the door which had four guys blocking it standing shoulder to shoulder. The moved aside for the Thrupple and I asked the guys who wanted to go next. At this point I realized that I’d never really engaged this much at a bathhouse ever. I was most often in Alex’s position, or taking dick from someone random behind me, never really making conversation. No here I was walking around and engagement people, encouraging them to take their turn on the cumdump Alex. The next couple of guys came in, fucked Alex, and came in his hole followed by another after that. At this point, I don't think Alex knew what dick or who was in him - he certainly didn't after a few more because he said something like "are your friend still here?" to the guy fucking him, presumably talking about the Thrupple earlier. He hadn't realized there had been several other people in there since then. Several guys would walk in and watch, some would fuck his face while he was getting fucked, I would suck or make out with some of them. Some of the guys came and some of them just fucked him for a while without cumming. During this time I kept Alex hydrated and let his legs down a few times so he could stretch his legs. Each time I asked him if he wanted to keep going and he said he did. I broke out of the sex has of it all when at some point, the guy come over the loud speaker to say that rooms X, Y Z were nearing checkout and I walked over to the lock box closet to grab my phone and see what time it was. I think we were meant for checkout around 8-9A and we still had several hours left. Alex was in the sling and not getting fucked so I told him I was going to the bathroom and would lock the door and would be right back. On the way back, I saw two people I had seen at ClubZ before and after some chit chat asked them if it was worth sticking around so late/early on Saturday morning, because there was definitely less activity than there was during the first few hours and I didn't want to stay there and be bored. They unanimously agreed that it WAS worthwhile to stay and said there have been quite a few times where surprisingly a new rush of guys shows up in the early morning hours. Maybe it's the pre-weekend shift trade crowd? I took them for their word and headed back to Alex. Alex was surprisingly energetic given he had just been fucked a ton. He was still bound to the sling and seemed comfortable like he was watching a movie in a recliner. I raised the blindfold and detached his wrists and told him to relax for a little bit. He was not clear about what had happened prior to this and though he knew there were other guys fucking him, he had this impression that the Thrupple had been there the whole time. I remember similar sensory things happening when I was in his position. He indicated he wanted to stay a while longer but also told me to keep asking if he wanted to go because he wasn't sure if how long he could go. I think at this point there were maybe 2 or 3 more guys that came by and fucked him, and I think only one of them came. The crowd at this point was definitely high and the "early morning" crowd did appear but I think were completely sober so maybe a bit overwhelmed by the scene in our room and were probably looking for something less elaborate than a guy in a sling. I eventually unbound Alex from the sling and told him to relax and take his time getting down and just chill for a bit. I locked the door and went a grabbed two waters from the vending machine and brough them back Alex drank his plus half of mine. "Holy shit!" he kept saying again alternating with "Fuck!" sitting up on the bed and looking dazed. The "CUM DUMP" on his chest was still there. I packed up, we both got dressed and I prepped Alex for leaving reminding him we were going to be walking out and it was at least somewhat light at this point and that we were going to be hopping in an Uber. I know the feeling of leaving in the daylight, having just been blindfolded for hours in an altered state and I didn't want him to have any anxious feelings, especially because we clearly looked like we had been partying and probably smelled like sex and would be around a stranger. We made it to my place and Alex jumped in the shower and I did afterwards. When I came out Alex was semi jerking himself with no porn or anything at all, and looked like he was starting to feel the impacts of what he had done. I didn't bother asking if he wanted to stay given the previous two times, and he said he just wanted to sit on the couch for a while and watch porn. He was cold so I grabbed some blankets and we both sat there just a little dazed. He'd occasionally say "holy shit" or "fuck" and then start asking a question like, "so what did they..." and "who was the guy that said..." and I tried to answer as much as I could. I could tell he wanted to ask me whether or not all of the guys had been “attractive white guys” in his age range but I think he knew at that point they hadn’t been. He did at one point play with his hole a little bit and I don’t think he’d ever felt it feel that way before. He would occasionally look over at me and smile a little and seemed pretty content. “Thanks for doing that with me” he said and then asked if I had fun. I told him I had a great time, and was happy that he felt good about the experience. It was sunny as fuck that morning and we never really fell asleep, maybe dozed for a bit. At some point I realized I was hungry as hell, so was Alex, and he was willing to go out to breakfast. We got dressed, I gave him a pair of cheap sunglasses and we went to one of my spots I went to when I didn’t really want to be seen. We were both obviously in a haze and Alex wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway so we ate rather quickly and walked back to my apartment a few blocks away. I asked where his car was and he said he hadn't driven here. I asked if he needed me to drive him somewhere, and he said he would just walk. I gave him a bottle of water for the walk, asked him again if he needed a ride, then told him to stay hydrated. He grabbed his backpack and walked out. That was the last time I ever saw Alex. Some random that just three weeks earlier had shown up at my house for an unplanned sex party where I was the cumdump. The guy who told me he had fantasized about doing what he had seen me doing. And who allowed me - a guy who up to that point largely was only a cumdump and often submissive - to dominate him. I texted him a few times over the next week just to check in and see if he was okay and he responded with his typically short answers. Yes, he was okay. He also made comments alluding to how he had enjoyed that night and had thought about it since. I remember feeling like he had walked away feeling like he had fulfilled a fantasy and had fun. The conversation just sort of fizzled out and I never received another text from him asking if I wanted to hang out. And at this point, I had moved on. He wasn't ever going to be someone I would pursue for a relationship or any kind, I wasn't very curious about knowing more about him, so eventually he just sort of faded in to the background. And it wasn't until seeing these pictures that I even remembered he existed, or that this night had occurred, or that it was connected to this wild sex party I inadvertently hosted. Only because I've always been that guy who takes a shit ton of pictures and stores them in the cloud was I able to piece this back together, via a series of photos before during and after the sexy party and before during and after the Club Z night with Alex. They say a picture is worth 1000 words – in this case two pictures have generated quite a few more. As I said at the beginning of this, I’ve unearthed a lot more pictures that bring back memories that I’ve long since forgotten. I look forward to unpacking each of them slowly but surely and working to remember what I can and writing about them – it was both interesting and therapeutic for me. And as for the sex party and the night with Alex, what a fucking memory! -------------------------------------------- (POST NOTE: Also featured in pictures was a night at my apartment with one of my best friends a few weeks after the night with Alex. I made dinner, we wore pajamas, and drank and watched movies talking about our lives. He's one who I share everything with, and I remember telling him about this guy Alex and the wild night and mentioned casually that he kept staying over. My friend perked up and asked me what I meant, and I explained. My friend looked me dead in the face and said, "Dude, do you think he might be homeless. XXXX (our mutual friend) had the same thing happen with this guy for a few weeks and eventually the guy said he was homeless." I don't know if that is the case, but it makes a lot of sense and honestly, if I had known this, I would have expressed compassion in a different way, it just didn't occur to me that he might be. )

Still working on editing it today. It's about as long as this is, which was probably about 50$ longer than it finally ended up being above. Working quickly, had to pause really quickly for two anon pump and dumps at my front door 🙂

Damn - I didn't realize that this thread existing, I look forward to looking at the posts. A couple of things: If you want a somewhat amusing read, please check out the thread I started here. Public Bathrooms for Play - I thought within the relative safety of BZ I could ask this question, but instead I got several people who don't even live in Colorado sarcastically condemning my interest and fomenting fear of potential consequences. I'm surprised the same folks aren't all over this thread 🙂 These two occurred within the 24 hours of each other so I'll list them both. I'm not sure glory holes qualify as public - so if not, my bad. Glory Holes, Friday Night June 2023 - it was packed as I'd seen it in a while and my buddy and I showed up. I managed to snag a booth and took loads for about an hour and a half. I think I got four loads if I remember right but a couple other guys fucked me that didn't cum. I like glory holes, but it invariably reminds me we no longer have bathhouses in Denver - maintaining that position bottoming at a glory hole for long periods of time is tiring. 🙂 At a bathhouse you can change it up. What made this night even harder was their air circulator / AC was broken and it was hot out, so the room itself was humid and really hot and I was sweating so bad. I wrote about this here but the post got fucked up somehow. Car sex - Toyota Tundra? / Pickup truck - full size back seat - Parking Lot- the next night was dead online and I had had a busy night the night before and this one profile read "Car Only" but he kept hitting me up. He was in his late 20s and absolutely refused to fuck anywhere but his car despite me offering to host. I kept refusing for about 20-30 minutes but we wore each other out I guess and he agreed to drive to the grocery store parking lot nearby me and I agreed to drive there. Found him really quick, got in his passenger seat and then he pulled around the back of all the buildings. I have not had sex in a car since I was 18 so I didn't even know what to do. "Let's get in the back" - so he jumped out his side then in his side in the back and I did the same. It was okay but nothing about doing it in a car made it hotter in any sense of the word. I was doggy style and he had to sort of hunch over because the space wasn't tall enough and the seat definitely pitched down on one side so I felt consistently off balance. He came, drove me back to my car and I went and got a milkshake.

Authors note on fiction and the nature of memories… I'm writing this long ass forward because I recognize that in these forums, there is a blending of fantasy and reality and I wanted to draw a personal line in the sand for myself and what I post. This isn’t a fictional story of sex, but rather, my best recollection of two pretty memorable events where I have at times, augmented with additional details I think fit the spirit of what happened. It would be disingenuous for me to call this “non-fiction” because it's based on my memories alone and related artifacts that support my memories. The dialog in some cases is either exactly what I remember being said and in other cases I’ve used words to match the intent of that moment. Because I can’t validate these things or fact check them, I’m calling this fiction. I have 250GB and 41,837 photos and videos covering the last 15+ years stored in the cloud alone and have always been the photo taker among my family and friends. For this reason, my sister called me a few days ago and asked for an old photo and while searching for it, I came across a substantial number of photos and videos that involved my sexual experiences, mostly concentrated from 2009-2015. It turns out I used to take a lot of sex pictures - something I haven't really done in the past 10 years. Seeing these pictures brought back a rush of memories and then details, and in the case of the story of Alex, reminded me of something I had forgotten about entirely. Pictures are worth a thousand words, they say, and in this case, I spent about 48 hours after finding these two photos focusing on recalling details of that night. That’s written below. Curiously, as part of this process, I discovered that the story of Alex is connected to another sexual experience that occurred a few weeks prior – I was able to ascertain this because of a series of photos that I took over three weeks which clearly connect the two things. As I wrote this and recalled details, I also searched for artifacts that might exist to support my recollection and because I’m a judicious record keeper, I was able to unearth them – video clips of the sex party, numbers recorded in my phone, pictures connecting the two experiences you’ll read about, and of course the two of the night with Alex. (Several are included along the way in this post) “Part 1 – The unexpected sex party” and “Part 2 – Whoring out Alex” were intense, enhanced, erotic and many would say "filthy" and even dangerous sexual experiences in my life - for which I have zero regret. I’ve included details about the sex, but have not gone in to so much detail as to make this a “sex story.” It’s more my memories written in narrative form with a strong component of sex. You may get off reading this, you may find this to I read both paths after finishing it and thought – wow – this is kindof bland. This is partly because I can’t recall each moment of the sex as I can when its fresh in my mind and in other posts. But it’s my real memory so trust me, if I were making it up, I would have made it a lot sexier and jucier. There are many more pictures I uncovered in my drive that also have associated memories I haven’t spent time journaling about or detailing. I think I’ll choose one at a time and do the same exercise, and maybe one day publish a book of these stories. Who knows. Enjoy…or not. I did this for me! (One more note: when I started this, I remembered no names. As I explored the memory, I recalled that I was 90% confidant Alex was Alex, but it could be Andy or Adam – it was an A name and short. I didn’t recall two of the sex party participant names until I remembered I had programmed them in my phone – Jordan and Kevin. The rest of the people I don’t recall or never knew their name.) Part 1 – that time I hosted a sex party… I have to start the story of Alex with a specific sex party, because after uncovering the photos of him we’ll talk about later, I realized that it was at this sex party that I met Alex. It was late April 2014 and I was living in a large, brand new, modern apartment in a central and desired part of the city. At this time, I was perhaps at my sexual peak – I was single, slept with multiple people a week and sometimes a night, was partying infrequently and generally only during extended sex sessions, etc. I had amassed a network of fuck buddies I maintained contact with, unlike many of the guys I slept with which were anon and never spoken to again. Notably, I was 100% BB and no-loads refused at this point, but not yet Positive. I wouldn't be for many more months. It was Friday, I had no weekend plans, and I had just completed our quarterly business review gauntlet at work, so I was in the mood to party and fuck. I had a FB I had known for about a year I had hooked up with about 4-5 times over the course of the last year and I texted him to see what he was up to. He was a fairly aggressive poz top, a great fuck, and definitely kinkier than most. He had the body of a relatively fit bear but also had a youthful, cheery face and a was one of those guys with a perpetually amazing 5-o’clock shadow – which came in handy during his awesome rim jobs. His face definitely made him look a helluva lot more innocent than he was. (A maybe interesting note: Record keeper that I am, I’ve always recorded contacts I’ve met online in a very specific way, example: First name Field: (First Name – if I know it) (Screen Name) (Site/Where Met) Last Name Field: (Poz/Neg) (Top/Bottom/Vers) (Other Details) And for this reason, I have a ton of people in my phone with these bizarre names. I scrolled through all my contacts just now to if I could remember who the FB was from the list – it’s Steve, and he’s listed in my phone as Steve RawPozTopSea BBRT Poz Top PNP) I didn’t hear back from Steve immediately, so I hopped online, posted a quick connect add on BBRT and the same content on the (so sad its gone and much beloved) Craigslist which said what it typically did – “Bottom looking for anon pump and dump. Blindfolded ass up. Cap Hill” along with my stats and a pic of my ass. I was relatively new living in this exact neighborhood, so was having great success so far and hadn’t burned through the tops in the immediate area. In pretty quick succession, three guys came one after the other and I had four loads in me before I got up to check messages. I had a message back from Steve at this point who was totally on board to come over and party/fuck and asked if it was okay if he brought a friend of his along. Steve had done this before, had a friend in tow, and they were always easy to hang around with so I said of course, but even so Steve closed with his signature line I remember him saying which was “you won’t be sorry!” I started to get really excited because Steve was definitely a great fuck and notable about Steve is, he got off on poztalk during sex and was the first person I'd ever been with who said things like this - it wasn't nearly as commonplace then. He also had a very particular way that he liked to cum – he would fuck you in multiple position and then when he wanted to cum he would push you down flat on your stomach, climb on top of you, and fuck you while poz talking in your ear until he bred you. I still remember the first time we fucked when he started poztalking and it was so completely [banned word] at the time and I had never heard something say those things, I remember not knowing how to respond. Thinking back, none of the other poz guys I had slept with ever said those things - but at least this time, I was prepared for what was coming. Steve arrives with his friend about an hour later. Steve’s Friend was tall and practically hairless and very trim – not emaciated, but fit. I learned after the fact he was also positive. He was an attractive ginger dude and had a 70s porn star look and haircut, which isn’t really thing but he seems fun and at this point I was miles deep in the no loads refused game. (Note: there's no mention of "undetectable" here because it wasn't really discussed that way in 2014 - the science around UD = not transmittable didn't exist yet). We started partying, Steve slammed me, then they both slammed while I was dry humping my mattress and begging for dick, and things took off from there. They both fucked me, alternating and taking breaks every few minutes because Steve would get so hot and sweaty, he'd have to pause. I was incredibly turned on because I had two dicks in and out of me and sweat all over. Whatever slam we did began to level off and at this point Steve and his friend decided to ramp things up. I don't know if this had been in their back pocket as an idea, or whether it was spur of the moment. (Pictures - these are stills from the short and low-quality video where the dialog below occurred. I'm on the bed in the jock, Steve's friend is in the other. I couldn't post the video.) Steve’s Friend: You need to get your ass over here, we've got this hot slut taking loads. Steve from across room: Fucking get here, he's worth it! I think I briefly realized he said "you guys" meaning more than 1 but I was not really thinking of that at the time. Phone Guy: Fuck! Sounds good, where? He tells them the location and then says to me, Steve: “Hey pig how many loads you got in you already?” Me: "Four. Come fuck my hole. Come fuck my hole." I moaned in a kind of sketchy shaky voice you have when partying and are freshly fucked. Watching this video back it occurred to me that at no point had I told either guy I had already been fucked, so their next responses of “fuck yeah” and grunting noises make sense. Steve’s Friend walked out of the room and continued to talk to the guy on the phone, presumably finalizing plans, and I laid on the bed watching porn on my laptop. I’m not sure how much time passed - we were messing around on the bed, there was some toy action and plenty of sucking dick - but I do remember Steve snapping me out of my haze so we could shift from sex to preparation. I was still high as fuck, but I got out of bed as asked, and we all put on clothes which I remember thinking was REALLY WEIRD given we were in the middle of a party fuck session. For the next 45 minutes, we did a bunch of things necessary to turn my large living room in to a sex party room. I still cannot actually believe that this all happened, but we; · Covered my couch with a bunch of sheets to keep it from getting lubed and moved it to another location to maximize the space; · Removed and stored my coffee table in the hallway closet; which sounds trivial, but my coffee table then was solid poured concrete and weighed a million pounds; · Moved my heavy ass mattress from my bedroom to the living room, put on the floor, covered with sheets and made a big fuck bed; · Repositioned my entertainment center and TV for optimal viewing and connected two external drives of porn; · Separately rinsed off in the shower and at least for me, cleaned up my hole just a bit to be sure I was ready for whatever was to come. This was now officially the weirdest hookup I’d ever had in my life. I’m sure I’d moved furniture for some reason while hooking up in the past, but this was a full on redecoration - fucking weird! I was the last to shower of the three of us and when I came out of the bathroom, Steve and his friend were on the couch, shorts pulled down, jerking off and my first thought was "fuck, I want some dick in me right now" and I moved quickly towards them with the intent of swallowing both of their dicks. As obsessed with their dicks as I was, as I walked across the room the TV caught my attention. It was the first time I’d seen one of my now favorite Treasure Island scenes of all time. The scene is from Bone Deep and it’s the gang bang scene where GoGo Eddie, with his giant biohaz tat across his torso and massive PA, is getting spit roasted and gang banged by a bunch of poz tops. For the next 10-15 minutes I was on the floor in front of them sucking their dicks, both of them reaching around to my hole and fingering me. That scene still makes me cum super fast. Steve’s phone rang at some point and scared the shit out of all of us as we were so deeply in the zone of what was happening. Guy on the Phone: “How do we get in?" (Sidenote: I lived the equivalent of the Fort Knox of access controlled buildings, and there were cameras everywhere. I don’t think I thought about this until after I moved out, and realized how many people I buzzed in at different times of night that were there for 10-20 minutes and then left…all caught on camera. During Christmas one year we had a late night package theft and I'm almost certain it was one of my tricks who stole the stuff. Whoops!) Steve gave him my last name, my phone rang, and I buzzed the guy in. I already knew it was going to be more than one person. Less than a minute later, there's a knock on the door. I don't know why, but I know it startled me a bit and I looked at Steve with a face that must have communicated "you answer it, I'm not moving" and Steve gets up and walks around the corner to the front door. "Hey, what's up!" Instantly, it goes from the three of us on the couch to seven of us. I don't know who Steve’s Friend had called, but he had brought three friends and the only thing I remember about the group was that the Friend was white, good looking and dressed very preppy (jeans, polo shirt, cropped haircut) and he had three Latino guys in tow - one older scruffy and handsome, and the other two early 20s, attractive, borderline twink. I've been in groups this size before, but I remember being surprised with how quickly everyone got naked upon arrival - like, 30 seconds from the time they entered - it was not their first rodeo. Separately, I'd never had this type of group at my home and while I needed to let go and enjoy myself and I was, on the other hand, this was on my turf, so I had this sense of responsibility. I gave up worrying about the latter. The White Friend asked me if it was okay if they got high and after I said yes, they split in to the bedroom and bathroom to do their thing, emerging a few minutes later ready to fuck. From that point on, every combination of dick, hole, and mouth were exchanged from person to person and it was fucking amazing. It was especially amazing because other than the White dude briefly fucking the Older Latino, I was the only one getting fucked in my ass so I was loving every single minute of getting all these guys dicks fucked in to me and then replaced by another. I was literally center stage, in the middle of my living room in the middle of my own mattress, living most cumdumps dreams - several dicks fucking you and keeping you filled. And what made it even more hot was that for some period of time (maybe two hours), everyone was engaged and getting some type of action while I was on the mattress getting fucked. Various pairings would reshuffle, and the room was this sort of undulating mass of man sex and the heat, power and energy was tangible - I can still remember it. It also wasn't quiet - everyone was moaning, breathing heavy, fuck talking, and making the sounds that are made when dicks go in to different holes. The room was getting warm from all the activity, everyone was sweaty, and I think prior to the next phase, three of the guys had cum in me. (Note: So, this is an apartment in a city, well built, but still side by side and above and below connected to other apartments. At one point the windows had been opened to cool the place off. It is shocking that up to this point and again further in the evening, that the sound of the porn on the TV + a bunch of men having non-quiet sex didn’t at all cause neighbors to complain. Or maybe it’s because they all really liked me. Who knows!) Once again, everyone in the room was startled when my phone rang. I knew instantly it was the front door of the building because I had a special ring tone that was especially loud and piercing so I wouldn’t doze off and sleep through it. I looked at Steve, as I didn't know there was another arrival expected. Steve: “It’s just a couple more friends. You won’t be sorry!” This time I answer the door in nothing but a jock strap and in the hallway are three more guys. Me: “Holy Shit, come on in!” (probably not what I should have said because I think I sounded freaked out they were there) Guy 1: “Are you sure? Steve’s here right?” Me: “Yeah, for sure. Come on in!” Guy 1 was mid-30s, semi-attractive white guy with full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Guy 2 was a lean but muscular black guy with a bald head and the epitome of nerdy looking glasses. Guy 3 was Alex. Alex stood out because he looked a bit more disheveled than anyone else. He was in shape and about 5’10”, well-groomed facial hair, but wearing a shirt with a noticeably misshapen collar that was probably a 3XL when he belonged in a medium. His jeans also had dirt stains all over them as though he had come from a construction site. But most striking was the immediate impression I got of Alex –he seemed almost in a confused state like the world was just happening around him and he was trying to understand what he was seeing. It wasn't a bad thing, but I remember that impression. The three newcomers greet everyone while simultaneously taking off their clothes and excuse themselves to the bathroom to get high and Steve takes me to the bedroom to do the same. If having 7 people before amped up, naked, writhing bodies, humid warm air, mixed with the sounds of men groaning and fucking and sucking wasn’t intense enough, we’ve just added three more guys who were clearly there to have a good time. My living room was large and we still had plenty of space, but the addition of three more people made the space somehow feel smaller and connected ( in a good way). I’ve been in group scenarios before where there are cliques, or people left out, and monopolizes and invariably it kills the vibe. This was NOT that at all and in fact, it has somewhat spoiled me for larger groups like this because the chemistry was on point. Sometimes when partiers get together they either have ADHD or super laser focus. In this case, it seemed like everyone was making sure everyone else was having a good time, while enjoying themselves. What this Steve’s magic? I didn’t know, because I honestly didn’t know what the connection was between any of these people. Within about 45 minutes, I had another two loads in me and I remember that I was enjoying all of the fucking so much but also looking around and just seeing different blurry groups of guys touching, sucking, kissing each other in every direction. I remember looking straight forward at the floor to glass windows ahead of me and seeing this reflected back. It was amazing. I remember distinctly that Steve fucked me and made a point of announcing that this wasn’t the first time. Looking back was this his way of emphasizing that I already had taken his poz load? There certainly had not been ANY discussion of status with anyone at this party that I knew of. Like always, he fucked me in two or three different positions, moving my body easily from one to the other. What I wasn’t prepared for which seemed to be welcome by everyone, however, was Steve's louder-than-usual and more forceful poztalk. Again, this still felt very [banned word] so the fact that all of these guys weren’t freaked out by it was a new thing to me. Steve pushed my stomach flat on the mattress and mounted me again, continued his verbal fucking, and shot his load in me. The remaining guys all fucked me one last time and all but one guy came in me. That guy had cum on someone in the room because I heard it while getting fucked, but I'm not sure who. I think some of the guys who had previously cum in me came another time because I heard those noises, but again, I didn't see. (Note: Alex fucked and came in me at some point during this time but honestly, I don’t know when. I honestly don’t entirely know who was fucking me at any point.) During all of this fucking, the people who had cum had jumped in the shower to rinse off and wind down and when the last guy came in me, there was just a deep breath moment where we recognized what had happened. Folks kicked around for a while longer, checked their phones, jerked their dicks, watched the porn, drank some water. But the main event had concluded, and everyone was working to collect themselves. The White Guy and the Black Nerd left first and there was a brief discussion with Alex as to him coming with them, but Alex said he would catch up with them later. They pulled me aside briefly prior to this and asked to exchange numbers and we did and this is how I know that White Guy is named Jordan and from North Carolina and Black Nerd’s name is Kevin, and he lived in Olympia. (Note: I texted both of their numbers in the last 24 hours which are still in my phone. The number for Jordan is no longer him, and the guy who responded was super cool and we exchanged a few texts. Kevin has yet to respond.) Steve’s Friend left next alone (I assumed they had come together). The Latino guys and the Guy on the Phone left next and it was me, Alex, and Steve left. Shortly after, Steve got a call (it was somewhere between 3-5A) and very kindly said he had to go. I still didn’t know how anyone knew each other, but in my brain they were all connected, so I assumed Alex would leave with Steve. He did not, leaving me and Alex together alone. I started to make conversation with Alex while getting us some water and everything that happened next reinforced that Alex needed a bit more time than most to process things. What I found out, however, was that Alex didn’t know Jordan and Kevin prior to this evening. According to Alex, he had gone to Club Z at some point Friday and gotten a room and Jordan and Kevin showed up a few hours later. They all played together and were hanging out when, according to Alex, “some guy called and invited them to a sex party.” They invited Alex, and now here he was, in my living room, last man standing. At some point, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t dying to be alone, but I didn’t really want to go to bed if Alex hadn’t left so I tried to initiate things – “do you need to be somewhere” “can I get you an uber?” Alex looked at me and said, “do you mind if I just hang out here?” I agreed, and Alex helped me put the living room and bedroom back together. At one point out of the blue he looked at me and said “it was really hot seeing you get fucked by those guys.” He went on to tell me how he frequently was a top and enjoyed it, but sometimes really wanted to do what I had done. I asked him to clarify, and he said, “get fucked by a bunch of guys.” Sometime later, I was ready to lay in bed and turn off the porn. I asked Alex if he had driven, he said no. "Do you want me to call you an Uber?" "Nah, I don't have anywhere to go until later." I didn't really question that and assumed he meant he didn't have plans, so offered to let him stay and we moved to the bedroom. We woke up hours later, he showered. He asked me to take him to Club Z which in my mind I assumed meant his car was parked nearby. I didn't question it, said "give me call sometime" and never expected to hear from him again. That turned out not to be the case... Part 2 coming next as soon as I'm able to post (~24 hours). It is already written and some editing...