My First Bathhouse Breeding

All of my stories are true

You guys seem to enjoy my bottoming stories from the past.. so I decided to dig up a good one for you.

TRIGGER WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE. read ahead understanding that the topics presented are events that occurred and happened to me. For years, this incident was deeply confusing to me as it was unquestionably one of the hottest sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and yet I was violated.

As a young, spry twink I attracted ample attention. Especially from daddies, and I’ve always loved a fit man in his early to mid 40s.

Coming of age as a young gay man in Fort Lauderdale is a wild experience. It’s a Gay Mecca with a mature gay scene. Plenty of elders took on a mentorship role and taught me about our queer history. These dudes saw everything from Stonewall to Anita Bryant.

Anyway.. it’s also an incredibly sex-charged environment. I’d heard plenty about Club Fort Lauderdale, but was intimidated by the thought of visiting. This is back when I still had a count of my sexual partners. Finally, one day I decided to bite the bullet.

I was a terrified Twinkie in my very early 20s and I played with no one. I think I left after 30 minutes. On my way out, I swore that next time I’d give it a better shot. That day would come about a week later when I found myself inconsolably horny. I hop on down to Club FTL and pay my admission.

I skittishly explore the place, catching eyes from a lot of guys. This attention only serves to increase my anxiety. I find a dark playroom with gloryhole booths. I’d never seen a gloryhole in real life before. I hop into one and hear a man enter the booth next to me and latch his door.

A very large cock appears through the hole. It had to be 6in semi-hard and super thick. I don’t even think, when I hit my knees and take it into my mouth. The dark environment and gloryhole set up had me calm enough to enjoy sucking this beautiful dick. He grew in my mouth to a size that I struggled to orally accommodate. I did my best to lick and suck his cock, while gently tugging on his big balls.

I hear guttural moans coming from his side of the booth. He has a deep, manly voice and a big manly cock to accompany. His pubes were thick and bushy, framing this 8 incher beautifully.

Suddenly he pulls away from the hole. I’m disappointed and confused. He was moaning a lot.. did he not like the head I gave him? I hear his door unlatch and he comes over to my booth. He gently pushes open my door which was unlatched. I’m a bit put off by this and I feel intimidated by the sudden face to face.

However after observing him for a moment, my internal objections cease. He’s tall: at least 6ft. He looked to be about 45, was very lean and muscular with a broad build. His dark brown hair was a sexy messy mop on his head, complete with full beard and mustache. Chest hair ran from his neck to his pubes, running through his perfect pecs and over his abs. His tan skin seemed to glisten slightly in the dark, and his smile was dazzling white.

If you asked me to paint my perfect man, it was this guy. I was speechless. He walked in grinning and closed and latched the door. He steps towards me and says “you’re so sexy”… I might have babbled a response, but I was so overwhelmed I probably said nothing.

He runs his coarse hands over me and spins me around. His cock is still rock hard. He presses against my hole.

”Not without a condom”, i firmly interject.

This is pre-PreP. He massages my shoulders and reassures me that he’s only going to tease my hole a bit. He spits on his cock and rubs it against my rosebud. I moan out in pleasure as his fat dick rubs over me. He does this for a couple of minutes, growing increasingly bold. He presses the tip into me a few times. He keeps adding more spit, and it’s getting very slick back there.

Then without warning, his big hand wraps tightly around my mouth. While the other grabs my waist tightly. Simultaneously, he penetrates me. I’m instantly confused. I feel violated and scream into his hand, making little noise as his grip chokes the sound. And yet I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. My hole has never felt so good upon penetration. I immediately accepted him. There was no pain, no adjustment. My body took him immediately and hungrily. My mind took a moment to catch up.

He begins thrusting in and out of me while still keeping a tight grip on my mouth and frame. My objections rapidly fade and are replaced with a deep carnal hunger. My brain shuts off and my body relaxes into him while he fucks me. Moans come pouring out of my mouth. He feels so good.

Sensing that I’ve succumb to him completely and surrendered, he relaxes his grip on my mouth. My moans now echo through the playroom area, as he’s free to focus his attention on fucking me.

He bites my ear and growls: “you like how that dick feels, boy?”

I moan and whimper a weak response. Words escape me. All I know is that I want more. He could have shoved his fist up me that night and I’ve have hungrily taken it. I was so receptive for this man.

His chest hair brushes against my back as his balls gently clap against me. He still holds my waist tightly into him.

“Where do you want me to cum?”, he asks

“Cum inside of me”, escapes my mouth.

He grabs my waist with both hands and starts plowing my hole. The sensations are so intense that I struggle to find the words. With a loud grunt he shoves into me one last time while he unloads into my boy hole.

He pulls out and walks away quickly. I saw him in the locker room as he was redressing and smiled, still grateful for the dicking down he gave me. My hole had never felt so good. The look on his face and quick head snap told me that in his post-nut clarity he realized what he did.

Thankfully nothing was contracted from this encounter.

It took me years to process this event. For a while I felt guilt for having enjoyed it so much. It was the greatest sexual experience I’d ever had, until it was usurped by hotter events. I’ve learned to accept the nuance and grey of sex and sexuality.