However, maybe 4-6 weeks after that I got super sick and ended up in the hospital for 5 days. May have happened that night – or on any dozens of similar ones. I was gay raped Fast forward into the future I don’t know when I became HIV positive. He even found me a cab when I was ready to leave. Related: He hung out with meheld mestayed with me until I felt a little better. He helped me off the ground and put me in a cold shower. Slingy successfully shooed them away and took care of me. What started as an exciting prowling adventure nosedived into a dehumanizing and grotesque nightmare. 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? Apparently, my butt had turned into the bathhouse credit union. Sling room 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. Hazily, I sensed that the voice came from some guy in the sling (let’s call him Slingy). Everything went.black The very next thing I recall is someone yelling “Hey – what are you doing? Get away from him!” I was face-down, groggy and unaware. One small problem: I forgot about the vodka red bull I had drank earlier. 2 or 3 guys were hanging out there, and we started to mess around. We found our way into the biggest room – the sling room. They wanted me to be their play thing and introduce me to others. I was their submissive and I was in heaven. It was my first time doing G and I never passed up a new chemical especially when it was free. Room at bath house I was happy to drink some of it. After inviting me back to their room they offered me some “Gatorade” – the “G” being the operative letter. He was also a little too tan for a Chicago January. His counterpart had more of a swimmer’s build and resembled Vin Diesel a bit – although with unnaturally white teeth and well coiffed hair. And not as boyish – perhaps a little weathered? The bigger looked a little like John Cena – not quite as muscular, but certainly defined.
I ran into two muscular guys that found me attractive – the greatest intoxicant alive for the formerly chubby boy from small town Illinois. Within minutes I felt that I was the luckiest boy alive. Related: It’s definitely the kind of place where you need to wear shoes. You actually have to ask for condoms when you go there! A public health nightmare!Ī combination of cigarette smoke, air freshener, pot, poppers and Crisco.
Tom of Finland, old photographs, ancient carpeting, cracked paint. The bathhouse was straight out of the 1970s. Hallway of Bath House After signing a document that I would follow all club rules (yeah right), I grabbed my key and towel and excitedly entered. Let’s just say this place would rank a level 10 on the nasty-scale. To ask for the grungiest at this place was redundant. Chomping away at my gum, I excitedly exclaimed – “the grungiest.” There are two bathhouses here in Chicago. “Room preference?” – asked the cute 28 year old Latino working the desk. Soaring from vodka and red bull I was on a mission to get the hottest, the biggest and the most. As I walked to the bathhouse I was giddy with anticipation. And the attention of hot men was as big of a high as the vodka I drank or the crystal meth I smoked. The “chubby” gay dude was no longer chubby. The gym had started paying dividends, abs suddenly visible and I felt liberated from the endless grade school torment that typified much of my childhood. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right?Īt the time I looked like somewhat like a, complete with goatee and soulful eyes (mine are green). It started in the usual way – cocktails – and ended in an equally familiar place – the bathhouse. One night over a decade ago perfectly illustrates this. Back then, it seemed fun – until it didn’t. My life centered around the next party or the next hookup. I still didn’t ask to be gay raped By: T in Chicago Back in the day, partying was practically my vocation. High on substances, I put myself in a dangerous situation.