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I ran up the stairs and straight into the bathroom, turned the shower on so it could heat up and sat on the loo. My hole ached. About 45 minutes ago it had been opened in a way it had never been before. As i sat there i replayed in my mind what i had just done, or rather what i had let happen to me. I felt an immense sense of guilt and shame and felt filthy, not in a good way though.
As i sat on the toilet i talked myself through what had happened and felt Tony's cum and the lube dribble out of my sore hole. I reached down and felt it, it was tender and sloppy and my god there was so much goo. The relaxing gel he had used made my sphincter so loose that two fingers slopped in and out with ease. I was really worried if it was going to go back to the way it was before or was my once tight bum hole going to be like one of the ones id seen on porn videos so many times, just a loose fuck hole, totally ruined?
I was only 18, what had i done and oh my god, how could i have let him fuck me without a condom!!!
Yes he said he was clean but was he really? How many other people did he say that to? How many people had his dick been in? That meaty, tasty, magical fuck stick. I was rock hard again and fingering my hole, occasionally licking my fingers clean and then putting them back inside me to rub against my prostate.
My dick started to leak again and i was getting hornier and hornier.
I suddenly thought of my new toy, my butt plug and had the urge to fill my aching cavity with it and then i remembered, I'd left the shop without it.
The remorse at forgetting it snapped me out of my horny state and I stopped fingering myself. I headed to the shower and washed myself and my aching hole, using the jet from the shower to try and wash out any cum still inside me, before drying myself and heading to bed.
I slept really easily despite the feeling of guilt and embarrassment and woke at about 11 in the morning. My hole was still aching a little and as i ran a finger over it i noticed it had tightened up again, thank god, but it was still a bit tender.
I read up online about using relaxing gels and a lot of the articles said much the same thing, whilst they are good, there are some negative side effects.
The big thing was that whilst it made it easier and less painful to take it up the bum, the damage you could possibly do by being able to take larger dicks or toys, without feeling any pain, could damage the hole, leading ultimately to incontinence.
It was a catch 22 situation.
The thing i took away from my 'research' was use a little but not all the time and loose up first, dont let anyone go straight in.
Reading the articles brought back my hornyness and made me think again of my butt plug that i'd forgotten. I thought i should go back to the store and collect it, but at the same time, the thought of going back there filled me with dread, the embarrassment of facing the man who had popped my anal cherry, the man who had fucked me like a cheap whore, actually it was worse, id let him do it for free and id let him cum in me.
I thought about what i had done for next few days and couldn't stop fingering my hole everytime i wanked. I noticed every orgasm was more intense with a finger inside my anal passage, and a finger started not to feel enough, i needed something bigger.
I ventured into town trying to convince myself that i wasn't going to go into Tony's shop. But after visiting a music store and having a coffee, i walked on auto pilot to the store.
I pushed the door and a little bell chimed as i strode through. I felt butterflies in my tummy as i realised there were other people there and i kind of froze. There were at least four men and 2 women looking at the DVDs, the curtain leading to the toys was slightly open and the light was on and i could see shadows and hear voices coming from there and Tony was behind the counter serving a couple. The man was good-looking but the girl with him? She was drop dead gorgeous. She was wearing really tight leather pants that showed off what an amazing ass she had, and a white low cut crop top which emphasized how massive her tits were and her really long black hair ended at the top of her ass. I realised i was staring at her and thought to myself it was good that women were still interesting me.
They paid Tony by credit card and i thought it was odd that they didnt seem to have any goods on the counter. After paying, they went behind the other curtain and down the stairs that id been down just a few days before.
I snapped back to reality when i heard Tony's voice. He was asking me if there was anything he could help me with, as though he had no idea who i was. I walked over to the counter and shyly and quietly said that i think i had left my shopping behind the other day.
Still talking as though he didnt know who i was he said he had found a bag while closing up and produced it from under the counter. Then in a lower volume he asked how i was. I replied that i was good and then asked who the woman was, the one that had just gone down the stairs. He informed me that they were members of the club, and he pointed to a laminated piece of paper on counter top.
It was a price list, $20 per visit for a single man, $10 per member of a couple and single women free of charge. I immediately asked if i owed anything for the other day and Tony smiled and said i didnt, but if I'd like to go in again he'd have to charge me. I said i didnt and that i think it may have been a mistake as i wasn't actually gay. Still in a low volume he said not every man that enjoys experiences with other men are gay and that the vast majority of the men who enjoy other mens company, downstairs in the bathhouse were married to women. He then said the same goes for women, and said the woman i had just seen, had enjoyed the company of both men and women and did not identify as a lesbian. I smiled as all this info put me at ease with myself.
Just because i had sex with a man didnt make me gay, even though id loved it, it just meant that i had enjoyed myself and new experiences.
One of the other men in the shop came over to the counter and Tony asked if he could help. I moved to the side and pretended to be interested in shelf of lubes a meter or so away from the counter, and although i was pretending that I couldn't hear them talk, i heard every word. The man asked if downstairs was busy, to which Tony replied there were about 12 or 13 down there. The man then said that sounded promising, and he asked in a much quieter voice if the boy was going down too? I felt my cheeks redden as I realised he clearly meant me. Tony said he wasn't 100% sure but wouldn't be betting against it, to which the man replied that his wife was very keen on me. I stood there with my back to him and saw from the corner of my eye him wave over a lady that was about 5 meters to my right. She joined him at the counter, and he said to her that i might be heading down. I felt my cheeks burning with the redness as i heard her say 'goooooooooood' in a rather posh voice.