We continued to kiss, and he put his hand under my shirt and caressed me hard. It was rough but strong and caring at the same time. We continued to kiss passionately and rub on each other. And, before you knew it, we were both stripped down to our underwear. To ask for the grungiest at this place was redundant. Let’s just say this place would rank a level 10 on the nasty-scale. Hallway of Bath House The rest of the night was amazing. It was my first time, and I was with the man of my dreams. It did hurt a bit at first, but when I took Luke’s advice and began relaxing, it felt amazing. I won’t broadcast this on Facebook (I wonder how many “likes” I would get!) but I do freely talk about it. Why you ask?

He hung out with me…held me…stayed with me until I felt a little better. He even found me a cab when I was ready to leave.My heart continued pounding as we drank more and watched TV. An hour passed. Another hour. With each hour passing, Luke seemed to be inching closer to me. Was this all in my imagination? Soaring from vodka and red bull I was on a mission to get the hottest, the biggest and the most. “Room preference?” – asked the cute 28 year old Latino working the desk. Chomping away at my gum, I excitedly exclaimed – “the grungiest.” There are two bathhouses here in Chicago. His counterpart had more of a swimmer’s build and resembled Vin Diesel a bit – although with unnaturally white teeth and well coiffed hair. He was also a little too tan for a Chicago January. You actually have to ask for condoms when you go there! A public health nightmare! The smell? A combination of cigarette smoke, air freshener, pot, poppers and Crisco. You get the idea.

As we continued to play, Luke leaned into my ear and whispered, “Do you have any lube?” Yikes! Does he really want this? Who will top? Who will bottom? My mind was reeling, and my heart started fluttering again.

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We have another gay follower’s story to share with you. It’s a bit long … but you will never find us complaining about long ones here at Bottom Basics. Enjoy the story. And was this a rape? In my book, anytime a person is passed out and engaged in non-consensual sexual activity with another person (or persons) – it certainly is. Do I own some of what happened here? In this particular situation – yes. It’s still a rape and it does happen to men . Now, don’t get me wrong.

I was happy to drink some of it. It was my first time doing G and I never passed up a new chemical especially when it was free. Damn these men were hot. I was their submissive and I was in heaven. The “chubby” gay dude was no longer chubby. And the attention of hot men was as big of a high as the vodka I drank or the crystal meth I smoked. As I walked to the bathhouse I was giddy with anticipation. And last… It makes for an interesting story. In my case, gay rape happened while in an establishment where MSM. But there are straight guys who experience gay rape. It happens a lot in the military. Additionally, straight guys who are in prison get raped. It's really not just the stuff of gay erotica fantasy.When he had come to he noticed two guys in their mid 20's taking turns on me while I was passed out! Normally the thought of two 20 year olds having their way with me would have been hot. This was just nauseating. Did I mention I later found out around 10 guys in total had stopped by to do their thing and make “deposits” in me while I was passed out? It’s true. This post was submitted by a reader of GPB as part of our “It Really Happened” series. Do you have a real life story that you would like to share?