Chapter 5: My First Threesome Was with a Married CoupleAfter being fucked raw by a handsome uncle until I squirted last time, I talked to the doctor again and decided to start using PrEP.To get the medication, the doctor ordered a full set of STD tests and even had me drop my pants to check my big cock and balls. Honestly, it was my first time being naked from the waist down in front of a doctor, and the whole process felt incredibly awkward.The process of starting the meds went smoothly, and I didn’t feel any discomfort. After that, I gradually started having more raw sex—both fucking and being fucked—though I still wore condoms most of the time. But I had slowly become addicted to raw sex and couldn’t stop myself. Every time I hooked up, I tended to prefer partners who were willing to go raw, unless the other person was really exceptional. That day, a fuck buddy S I had hooked up with once before messaged me asking if I wanted to have a threesome.It turned out he and his husband had an open marriage; they both hooked up outside and had agreed that if they found good catches, they would share them for threesomes. S is a 35-year-old office guy with a lean, fit build, just a tiny bit taller than me. That time we fucked, we went at each other for three hundred rounds, and in the end both shot thick loads into each other’s holes. It was one of the most satisfying fucks I’ve ever had.S shared a photo of his husband. He looked about the same age but was much more muscular and built.He had a bit of a belly, but you could tell he had a solid foundation from years of working out. Overall, he was a pretty hot bear, I’d say? I had actually never had a threesome before, because I always felt that with three people the attention would be uneven and obvious, and the one left out would feel awkward, making it hard for everyone to enjoy themselves.But S and his husband seemed very experienced, and I was very turned on by both of them. After thinking about it, I agreed. We arranged to meet at his place that evening. I cleaned myself thoroughly and did a deep enema (I’ve always been terrified of accidents during anal, so I always clean very thoroughly. It wasn’t until years later that I realized one or two simple rinses are usually enough, unless it’s an all-night group session. But that’s a story for another time), then put on my favorite white thong, a pair of gray athletic shorts, and a gym tank top before heading out.Since I didn’t have a car, S drove over to pick me up.The moment I got in the car, I saw his eyebrows lift slightly—he was clearly very pleased with my outfit. S was in a suit, obviously just off work, and his lean body looked especially sexy under the tailored suit. His place wasn’t far from mine—only about a ten-minute drive.Soon we parked and walked into his building. His husband K was lounging on the sofa in casual clothes, playing on his phone. When he saw us he immediately came over enthusiastically and gave each of us a big bear hug, as if we were old friends he hadn’t seen in years.“Hello, I’m K. You must be Sean, right? S has told me plenty about your tempting ass!”As he spoke he gave my butt a firm squeeze. He was such a natural charmer. I smiled and replied, “I hope he only said good things.”“Oh, he basically put you on a pedestal. I’ve been dying to experience it myself.”The atmosphere quickly turned friendly thanks to his teasing. Even though I’m usually introverted, I relaxed a lot and started chatting with S and K like old friends.“You two chat for a bit, I’m going to go rinse off,” S suddenly said.I quickly grabbed him and, a little shyly, told him, “I really like you like this.” Although I hadn’t explored it much, I had always known I had some weird little kinks.For example, I’ve always thought having sex while wearing socks is incredibly sexy—white socks, black socks, dress socks, athletic socks, crew socks… I don’t have any urge to smell or lick them, I just find them visually appealing.Then there are uniforms—suits, sports jerseys, leather… It’s like uniforms represent some kind of adventure, though maybe I’ve just watched too much porn, haha.Ever since I saw S in a suit, my cock hadn’t calmed down, and the black dress socks peeking out from his pant cuffs made my blood rush even more.So when he said he was going to change out of that outfit, of course I didn’t want him to.He gave me a mischievous smile when he heard that, then pulled me into his arms, his hands immediately moving down toward my ass without wasting a second.This was probably the start of the main event. K joined in without any more words.S gently pulled my shorts down, revealing my ass framed by the thong. K immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face deep between my cheeks. At the same time, S invaded my mouth from the front, kissing me deeply and passionately. The pleasure of being sandwiched like that was something I had never felt before. My cock started throbbing and leaking, soaking a large wet patch on the thong pouch. S helped me take off my tank top, then slid one hand down my abs until he finally freed my aching, swollen cock from the side of the thong. K was still working my hole with his tongue from behind while S squatted down and took my leaking cock into his mouth. The married couple serviced my cock and hole from both ends, making me moan uncontrollably with pleasure.In less than two minutes I felt waves of orgasm starting to build at the base of my cock.I quickly signaled S to stop—I didn’t want to cum that fast. He obediently let my veiny cock slip from his mouth and stood up to kiss me. His mouth still tasted faintly of my precum, which made me feel incredibly slutty.After kissing for a while, S stepped back, pressed my head downward. I obediently dropped to my knees, bent over, and buried my face in his crotch while my hole, exposed by the position, was completely presented to K. S’s cock was faintly visible through his suit pants. I opened my mouth and gently sucked it through the fabric while reaching one hand back to press K’s head, silently begging him to explore deeper inside me. After thoroughly wetting my hole, K finally lifted his head with satisfaction and gave my ass a firm slap. My hole was now itching desperately after his amazing tongue work, craving nothing more than his cock to thrust in and fill the emptiness.Meanwhile, S pulled his cock out of his pants and started slapping it against my face. I greedily opened my mouth trying to catch it, but he teasingly dodged, leaving streaks of precum on my face from time to time. Just as I finally managed to take that long-desired cock into my mouth and savor it, K gently pressed his tip against my hole.His cock wasn’t particularly big, and my well-used hole easily took it in. K growled low behind me and muttered, “Fuck, your ass is even better than S described—ten times better! So slick and hot, I could fuck you to death.”I wiggled my ass in response, urging him to start thrusting.S began thrusting his cock deep into my throat. His cock was about the same length as mine but a bit thicker. I tried to relax my throat and take his rough pounding. I was being fucked in both holes by this married couple from both ends.“You look so innocent, but you’re actually such a premium little slut. Do you like being spitroasted by two daddies?” “K, you should’ve seen how slutty he looked when I fucked him until his eyes rolled back. I came in him twice and he still wanted more.”“Then we’d better give our little slut a proper welcome this time.” They kept talking dirty to each other while pounding me. Their words turned me on even more, and I moaned in response.“Damn, this little whore’s hole is so wet. S, want a turn?”“Hell yeah, I’ve been waiting.”With that they switched positions. I finally got a good look at the cock that had just been pounding my hole. It was a bit longer than mine, maybe 18 cm, and about the same thickness—which explained why it went in so easily. After all, I had been raw-fucked and creampied all night by the muscular uncle the day before, so my hole was already well-trained.His cock was coated in my hole’s juices and carried a musky scent.I eagerly opened my mouth and took the cock that had just been pulled from my own ass, sucking it hungrily. Behind me, S didn’t waste time either—he slammed his big cock all the way in without mercy. K in front started pushing deeper into my throat bit by bit. We kept going like that in their living room, the wet slapping sounds of bodies colliding mixed with the squelching of my hole sounding especially filthy.While I was slowly losing myself in the pleasure in my ass, K pulled out and looked at me. “Little slut, S says you’re vers. Want to try something even better?”I looked at him in a daze. Was he asking me to fuck him? He smiled, patted my face, then glanced at S and nodded. S pulled his cock, now slick with my juices, out of me, and K immediately bent down without wasting a second to lick S’s shaft clean. They switched positions again, but this time S turned around with his back to me, yanked his suit pants down, leaving only a slutty thong hugging his perky ass.Then he dropped to his knees and spread his cheeks with his hands.I understood immediately. I grabbed the lube K handed me, slicked up my throbbing cock, worked a little inside S’s hole with my fingers, then lined my tip up and slowly pushed my raw cock in.After about two minutes he seemed to adjust and nodded at me. Just as I was about to start thrusting, K grabbed my waist from behind and slammed his familiar cock all the way in.He slapped my ass and said, “Alright, start moving.” I lowered my waist, lifted my ass, and started pounding back and forth. Every time I thrust forward I could feel my cock pushing open S’s hot insides, and every time I pulled back I felt K’s cock sink even deeper into me. The front-and-back stimulation was something I had never experienced before!I started pounding S harder and faster while simultaneously fucking myself on K’s cock. “Ah… fuck… it feels so good… ah”“Like our service? Huh? Little slut!”“Oh… Fuck, it’s so fucking good!”“Ah, I think I’m gonna cum!”“Come on, shoot your thick load in my hole!”“Ah… ah, I’m cumming!”While moaning I slammed my cock as deep as possible into S and shot rope after rope of cum deep inside him. As I came, my hole clenched hard around K, and the intense stimulation pushed him over the edge too—he growled and pumped his load into my hole. “Fuck, being the middle is amazing! Sorry I came so fast.” I said to S a little embarrassed.“It’s fine, haha. As long as you enjoyed it. I really enjoyed your slutty hole too.”“S, you haven’t cum yet, right? Want to keep fucking me?”“You sure?”“Yeah, plus I want you to cum inside me.”“Haha, what a thirsty cumdump.”With that he walked behind me and slowly pushed his cock in. Most people get post-nut clarity after cumming, but I don’t seem to be affected much—if I’m still horny, I keep wanting it. Even though getting fucked again felt a little uncomfortable at first, the pleasure quickly made it worth it.“Fuck, K, how much did you cum? It’s so slippery in here.”“Haha, Sean’s hole just feels too good.”“Oh, fucking through cum feels amazing.” “Ah… please give me your cum too.”“Haha, this little slut’s hole still isn’t satisfied with just one load.”“Fuck, it feels too good, I can’t hold it… ahhh…”With S’s low growl, another thick load was pumped deep inside me…

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Chapter 2: First Exploration of the BathhouseAfter that, I hooked up with the Latin stud a few more times, but almost every time I was the one fucking him. Getting fucked by him felt great, but the swelling in my ass for days afterward was no fun at all. Besides, his ass was truly top-tier. Thinking back now, he probably awakened the part of me that enjoys being the bottom.But as school started, life got busier, and our contact gradually faded. Of course, I also met several bottom fuck buddies, and my hole stayed busy too—just none of them were as big as he was.The school I attend is a well-known comprehensive university in Northern California. There are quite a few Chinese international students, but not many gay guys. The few of us quickly became friends. One of them and I got especially close because we shared similar interests. For now, let’s call him Little A.Because the Chinese gay scene at school was so small, everyone tacitly maintained a purely platonic friendship—things get messy fast if relationships get too tangled. No one in a foreign country wants unnecessary drama from fleeting desires. But maybe like attracts like—Little A and I were both pretty open-minded and didn’t mind sharing our hook-up stories with close friends, so we gradually became good buddies. That day, right after finishing a quiz, and with endless homework and club activities on top of exam prep, I hadn’t hooked up in nearly two weeks. Then Little A messaged me on WeChat asking if I’d ever been to Steam Works. Steam Works is a famous gay bathhouse in Berkeley. I’d heard about it from a fuck buddy but had never gone.Back in China I’d heard plenty about bathhouses and knew many people there don’t use condoms—it’s pretty risky.Slutty as I am, I still kept my distance from HIV, so I’d never visited one. When he heard I hadn’t been, Little A excitedly said he hadn’t either and asked if I wanted to check it out. Honestly, I was curious, but I’d never even been to a bar, so places like that still made me a bit nervous. Little A seemed determined to go and kept persuading me. After thinking it over, I figured I could just look around— I wouldn’t accept drinks from strangers or let anyone fuck me bareback, so there wasn’t much to worry about. So I agreed. A little after 9 p.m., with Little A urging me nonstop, I jumped into his car, feeling both anxious and excited about my first gay bathhouse experience.The bathhouse wasn’t far from where we lived—just a short drive.By 10 p.m. the parking lot was already nearly full. Looked like there’d be plenty to see tonight. On the way I’d done my homework on their website. The place is members-only; you need to show ID to join (in the U.S., sex with minors is a serious felony). Luckily I’d just gotten my driver’s license, so I could use that instead of bringing my passport—awkward as hell.Alcohol and drugs are also banned inside, which made the place seem pretty well-managed, so I felt more at ease.We parked, walked around to the front entrance. It was a medium-sized two-story building with no flashy signs. Only a neon light beside a glass door just wide enough for one person hinted that this was a place for pleasure.Inside was a narrow staircase leading to the second floor, ending at the front desk. About five or six guys were already in line. I glanced around—they all looked pretty decent. But feeling nervous and figuring it was rude to stare in a place like this, I quickly looked away and chatted with Little A about nothing in particular.Soon only one person was left in front of us. I finally had a chance to examine the front desk properly. It was behind a glass partition with an opening at the bottom for handing over ID and credit cards—similar to a bank teller window.Behind the glass were two young guys, one around 20 and the other maybe 30. They chatted with customers while working quickly—checking IDs, storing valuables, inspecting bags—all moving smoothly like clockwork. Clearly these two were regulars.They finished the paperwork, handed the guy a towel and a key, pressed a button, and he walked through the electronic door that opened beside them. Our turn next.People can rent either a locker in the changing room or one of several different-sized rooms. The larger rooms have TVs and the option to add a sling. Since we weren’t planning on any serious action, we went for the cheapest lockers.I handed the guy my ID. He raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing I was only 18. He smiled and said, “If you have a student ID, the membership fee is waived.” I hesitated, then pulled out my student ID. Why not save over $50?He took my ID and student card, typed on the computer for a bit, then gave me a blue card with “Steam Works” in gold letters.I looked at the membership card—pretty cool!Everything went smoothly after that. Holding my towel and key, I walked through the bathhouse’s metal door. The changing room was right inside. Several men wrapped in towels or completely naked were walking around. As someone who grew up in the south, this was my first time in a public bathhouse, let alone a gay one. My heart raced and I tried not to look at all the swinging dicks.I quickly found my locker, slowly took off my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist, and turned to find Little A. He was a short distance away, bent over taking off his underwear. His body looked pretty good, but since his back was to me I didn’t get to see his dick.He wrapped his towel and turned toward me.He looked at my bare upper body, let out a soft whistle, and teased, “I bet some guys are going to have a good night.” I smiled, didn’t say much, turned, and started walking deeper into the bathhouse. We passed a short corridor lined with private rooms. On the right was a medium-sized hot tub that could fit about ten people. On the left was a shower area with roughly seven or eight showerheads. A transparent glass wall separated the showers from the corridor—whatever happened inside was visible from outside.The corridor lighting was dim but still clear enough.On either side of the showers were two saunas—one small dry sauna and one slightly larger steam room. We entered the larger one and a wave of heat hit us immediately. It was very dark and thick with steam; visibility was almost zero.We slowly inched forward. Hands kept groping us from all sides. I couldn’t see who they belonged to, but I didn’t really mind—when in Rome. The sauna wasn’t huge, so we soon exited and stepped into the showers. That short walk had me sweating, so I told Little A I was going to rinse off and he could explore on his own—I’d find him later.He smiled, didn’t say much, and walked out of the shower area.I untied my towel, hung it on one of the hooks, and started showering. That’s when I noticed the guy next to me—a lean, fit guy around 20, about my height. While I was checking him out, he turned and looked me over too. As he faced me, I saw his semi-hard dick. It was a nice one—looked about the same size as mine, maybe 17 cm, straight, and swinging lightly with his movements.He must have noticed my hungry stare. He smiled, turned toward me, reached out, and grabbed my dick—only then did I realize mine was already rock hard! He leaned in, kissed me, and slowly stroked my erection with his right hand.My mind went blank. On instinct I grabbed his dick and started stroking too.He clearly enjoyed it—his tongue aggressively invaded my mouth. I soon noticed three guys watching us. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the audience. In fact, my dick got even harder. After kissing for a while he squatted down, took my dick in his mouth, and started sucking enthusiastically.His oral skills were excellent—I couldn’t stop moaning. The onlookers got bolder and started groping my ass and abs. After he serviced me for a bit I felt myself nearing orgasm, so I quickly signaled him to stop, pulled out, and gave him another deep tongue kiss.Afterward I whispered “thanks” in his ear, then turned and walked out of the showers. Unfortunately, that’s when I realized I had no idea which towel on the row of hooks was mine. Not wanting to grab someone else’s, I walked out naked. Looking back, it’s kind of funny—I didn’t mind making out with strangers or letting unknown fuck buddies put their dicks in my ass, yet I was picky about a towel. Luckily, plenty of people were walking around naked, and I wasn’t insecure about my body or size, so I didn’t care much. Plus, being watched while getting sucked off earlier had felt pretty hot. I guess I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.Past the showers and sauna was a maze-like narrow corridor with private rooms on both sides.Most room doors were closed, but occasionally one would be wide open—either two or more guys going at it, or a horny bottom in a jockstrap with his ass facing the open door, seemingly inviting anyone walking by to try his well-used hole.Honestly, the lewd scenes were getting me worked up. The guys fucking with doors open didn’t mind me watching either—several even waved me in. The crowd was diverse—mostly average guys, neither overweight nor ridiculously lean. Occasionally you’d see bears or muscular studs.I don’t have big muscles, but my visible abs and firm pecs are pretty decent. Free condoms were available everywhere along the corridor. I grabbed one just in case.Still, I noticed no one inside was using condoms, which only strengthened my resolve not to have sex tonight. Further in on the right was a medium-sized gym with benches, squats, and other equipment—all fully stocked but completely empty. After all, everyone came here for dick and ass, not workouts.Crossing the gym led to a dark room. I couldn’t see anything at first, but I could hear moans coming from all directions—clearly cum was flying everywhere.I paused to let my eyes adjust. Gradually shapes became visible.To my right was a leather sling. A guy lay in it getting pounded hard from behind while several others watched. He had a dick in each hand and one in his mouth, looking like he was enjoying himself. I wondered how long he’d been getting fucked like that. In another corner was a saddle-shaped bench. A horny bottom was bent over it, head toward the wall, ass facing the corridor, waiting for passing big dicks to fill him. He looked about 20, very slim, with a tempting ass framed by a jockstrap. He wore blue soccer socks—one clearly had someone’s cum on it.The scene was incredibly hot. He was exactly the perfect little bottom from my fantasies. My dick instantly stood up. Unable to resist, I walked over and started squeezing his surprisingly meaty ass. Feeling someone behind him, the bottom arched his back, pushed his ass out, and started wiggling it side to side.Fuck, this was insanely hot. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone watching us. I lost a bit of control.“Wearing a condom doesn’t count, right?” I thought, slipped on the condom I’d grabbed earlier, and slid my dick straight into his hot hole.Fuck—he was an absolute premium piece of ass. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before. I started thrusting hard. All the earlier teasing had me desperate, so I showed no mercy. The bottom moaned loudly in response.His unrestrained moans drew more spectators, which only turned me on more. The bathhouse’s electronic music mixed with his moans and the crowd’s encouragement made me feel like I was losing myself. The whole world narrowed to my dick and the hot hole wrapped around it. I noticed him occasionally taking hits from a bottle of poppers (what we call rush), so I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Can I use your poppers?”Without a word he handed the small brown bottle back to me. I took two deep hits.The rush hit fast. I felt blood rush to my head and started pounding even harder. He clearly loved the sudden intensity, moaning loudly while turning his head to beg me to fuck him harder. “Oh, oh, harder—wreck my slutty hole.”I grabbed his slim waist with one hand and the jockstrap straps with the other, pulling my dick all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust made wet slapping sounds as his juices leaked out around my shaft.I felt countless hands rubbing my back, ass, and hole—everything just encouraged me to put on a better show. I kept fucking him for who knows how long. My dick swelled even more—I was close. Then the bottom straightened up, turned his head, and said, “Would you take the condom off and cum on my hole?”Another cumdump. I didn’t say anything—just pulled out, removed the condom, aimed my head at his hole, and started stroking fast. He reached back and spread his well-fucked cheeks, revealing a smooth, slightly swollen pink hole in a perfect O shape.As it twitched, I clearly saw a small trickle of white cum slowly leak out. The long fuck had pushed me to the edge, and the sight was too much. After a few strokes my balls tightened and thick ropes of cum sprayed onto his open hole.Two weeks of abstinence meant a lot of cum—six or seven shots before it slowed. Some of the first spurts went straight into his spread hole; the rest landed around it, with a little running down his taint into the jockstrap pouch still covering his dick.Staring at the filthy scene, I instinctively used my still-hard dick to scoop up the cum around his hole and gently pushed it inside his hungry ass. I’d thought his hole was already perfect, but feeling my bare dick inside his cum-filled ass was indescribably good!Fortunately, reason quickly returned. I pulled out, gave his perfect ass a pat, leaned forward to grab his chin for a deep tongue kiss, and whispered, “Your hole is amazing. How many loads have you taken tonight?”He smiled shyly. “Only two. Most guys who come here don’t want to cum too quickly.”Made sense—why rush all the way here just to nut and leave? I smiled softly, understanding his complaint. Another guy had already stepped up to take my place, shoving his thick cock mercilessly into the hole I’d just filled. The bottom closed his eyes again, enjoying the new sensation. I turned and carefully squeezed out of the crowd—seven or eight guys had gathered without me noticing. Several gave me teasing compliments as I passed. Honestly, it felt pretty good. After cumming, my head felt clearer.I left the corner and continued exploring deeper. Around the corner was a row of booths in the middle of the corridor with walkways on both sides. Several half-naked or fully naked men stood against the walls, greedily eyeing passersby.Many booth doors were slightly ajar, with the sounds of wood creaking and heavy breathing coming from inside—easy to imagine the lewd scenes. This short corridor ended after fewer than ten steps, opening into a platform about one person high. Walking up the steps, I realized its purpose: the railing opening was waist-height, perfect for a standing man below to reach. I brought my dick close to the opening and within seconds a warm pair of lips eagerly took me in.I enjoyed the stranger’s oral skills for a moment, then gently pulled out and continued my exploration. One end of the platform connected to another corridor lined with more private rooms.I noticed one room with its door completely open. It wasn’t small—five or six guys fit comfortably. I glanced at the sign on the wall beside the doorframe: “This room is designated for Cumunion events. During tonight’s event it is free and the door must remain unlocked.”Curious what Cumunion was, I peeked inside. Several guys were going at it. Two bottoms lay side-by-side on the bed, each getting pounded hard by muscular men. One bottom’s semi-hard dick swung back and forth with the thrusts—it looked decent-sized.The other wore black double-strap underwear and a matching leather harness running from his shoulders down to his jock, accentuating his firm chest and flat stomach.Three more guys surrounded the two bottoms, who kept turning to suck their dicks. The three tops varied—one facing the door looked about 40, with a slight belly and body hair running from chest to crotch. His pubes were short and neatly trimmed.Moans filled the room. I could even hear the wet sounds of dicks sliding in and out of the clearly well-bred holes. The filthy scene quickly got me hard again, but realizing I still hadn’t found Little A, I collected myself and left the “event-designated room.”Little did I know how many more encounters I’d have in that room in the future… The bathhouse was roughly U-shaped. I followed the other corridor back to the changing room.Though I kept looking around, I never spotted Little A—must’ve been enjoying himself somewhere. To the right of the changing room was a lounge area. Two guys wrapped in towels sat on a corner couch, each holding a sports drink, chatting and watching TV mounted on the wall.I grabbed a clean towel from the front desk, wrapped it around my waist, and sat in the other corner of the couch to rest and wait for Little A. RuPaul’s Drag Race was on. While watching the queens in their outrageous outfits, I replayed everything I’d experienced.I’d always thought I was sexually experienced, but my hook-up history was nothing compared to this place. While reminiscing about the bottom I’d fucked in the dark room, a familiar face walked into the lounge. He recognized me too, smiled, and walked straight over to sit beside me. I turned to study him—he looked about 20, white, fit with some muscle definition, and almost no body hair.I couldn’t help thinking about his smooth, hairless hole and the sight of milky cum slowly leaking out of it. My dick betrayed me and hardened again, tenting the towel around my waist.He noticed the change and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sam.”I smiled back and introduced myself. During our chat I learned he was 19 and attended a university in the neighboring city. Though the bathhouse had guys of all ages, young ones like us were rare. Maybe because we were similar in age and both students—and after our “deep” exchange earlier—we hit it off quickly.Before long Little A walked in. I introduced them, ignored his constant eyebrow wiggling, exchanged numbers with Sam, then headed to the changing room with Little A to get dressed and leave.Just then I saw Sam turn and head back into the bathhouse—looked like he’d be having more fun tonight…

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