I was very young and very foolish once. The thought of inserting my rigid manhood into a woman's tight anus and plumbing the depths of her rectal cavern was overwhelmingly enticing. I tried it with a condom on & there was very limited sensation. My previously rock hard sazeech went limp and when, I pulled out of her wondrous vestibule, I was barely able to extricate my condom. I thought to myself, "fuck it, don't be just a hygienic impotent pussy-boy, fuck that ass bareback!" I worked up my hard-on back to rigidity and entered the woman's KY-smeared anal Adventureland. It was heaven! I felt her anal sphincter offer resistance and then yield to my firm pressure. The tightness of her butthole served to stimulate my cock to a state of rigidity I had previously never experienced. When I came, it was with such gusto that it felt as if my brains had become liquid and shot out of my body through my pee-hole. I actually felt as if I had accomplished something worth accomplishing. Then, I pulled my proud phallus out of the young lady's commodious rectum and, lo and behold, it had a big glob of shit attached to my glans. I was a romantic at heart and, for some crazy reason, had entertained the notion that a good-looking woman's shit doesn't stink like a man's. Well, I lost THAT misapprehension right there and then. I ran to the young lady's bathroom and wiped my stinking cock off with toilet paper and stood over the bowl praying that I would be able to piss out any shit that had penetrated into my urethra. I felt blessed, when almost instantly, I took a good hearty piss. I was shocked when initially my piss came out brown. "Oh, sweet Jesus", I thought, "there's shit in my cock. Will I be able to piss it all out? My brown piss turned light brown and then assumed it's regular yellow coloration. I washed my shitty penis thoroughly in her sink. The young lady was sniffing amyl-nitrate when I exited her bathroom and she ran in to take a shower without even a word of apology for having had shit up her ass and ruining my lovely experience. For days I drank prodigious amounts of water and pissed prodigious amounts of nice bright yellow piss. I think the pleasure of pissing normally exceeded the pleasure I had felt stretching that young lady's willing sphincter. I felt like I had avoided some dire misfortune and grew a little smug, almost like I just might want to perform another rectal reconnaissance. Suddenly, after a number of days, I awakened and went to my bathroom to take my customary wake-up piss. My urethra burned like the fires of hell as I emptied my burgeoning bladder. My genital region burned all day at work as I strove to perform my job responsibilities. And it burned the next day and the next. I prayed morning and night promising God and Jesus, Mary and Joseph, with all sincerity that, if I got over this curse, I would never, never, NEVER seek to penetrate another woman's anus. I went to the first urolgist with whom I could get an appointment. He listened to my tale of woe and then stuck his finger up my ass and palpated my prostate until he forced me to ejaculate. Quick as a bunny, he got a smear of my afflicted cum on a glass specimen slide and observed it with a microscope. His diagnosis was that I was suffering from a urinary tract infection. He advised that these infections are extremely difficult to cure. He prescribed peridium which soothed the urinary tract but did not cure the infection. He prescribed the first of a series of antibiotics that didn't accomplish anything and told me to take "hot sits-baths". Every day, after returning to my apartment from a day of suffering at work, I would get my ass into a bathtub of steaming water. I had pleny of time, while sitting in the tub, to reflect on whether my anal excursion was worth the price I was paying. Eventually, over a period of several months, the burning pain subsided in intensity and then finally disappeared. I have kept my promise to God, Jesus, Mary and Joseph and, in all the years since this experience, I haven't succumbed to anal lust again. There are times when I almost fell off of the anal sex wagon but the memory of that experience has served to keep me from succumbing. I hope this narrative will help others avoid the pain I endured.