In 1990 I got a promotion and moved to Pennsylvania. I quit school and the new job was a gut so I had lots of free time, plus I had to travel up and down the East Coast of the US a lot. I also didn't know anyone and lived in an anonymous apartment block. Perfect setup to resume an active sex life...sort of.

I dabbled in online BBS', lots of messaging, not a lot of action. Things improved after about a year when I discovered a magazine/newsletter, I forget the exact name so I'll just call it "Shaved Men". It had pictures of men with shaved junk, articles, tips and stories about shaving...it was still pretty rare in American gay porn at the time, as far as I knew then, so I really enjoyed the magazine, most of all because it had a "personals" section.

You could place an ad with a picture; the guy who published the mag acted as a mail drop so the initial exchange of correspondence was anonymous until contact info was provided by one person to the other. I responded to a couple of the ads. All of them were older men, mostly bears, but in reasonable shape and proud of their shaved bodies!

I was young and full of cum and only too happy to meet these guys; motel rooms, my apartment, their homes, anywhere we could mutually agree. I had a small group of five or six guys I met individually two or three times over the course of about two years. It wasn't a lot of sex but it was steady, reliable, and all bareback! Honestly, once I've made it clear that condoms are unwanted, I've never had a guy refuse to fuck me.

Eventually, the guy who published the zine decided to focus on a nude, gay travel guide called "Naked Places", iirc. That was the end of new, shaven hookups. I kept meeting some of the guys I already knew but things were starting to slow down.

So why didn't I just try dating or gay bars in Philly? See, that's so vanilla. Even back then, I was looking for the thrill of anonymous hookups, bareback fucking, and (relatively) kinky activities.

So, about this time AOL was (or was becoming) the king of the Internet. They had a pretty robust gay community with personals. By then. I'd bought a house, a small rancher in the countryside, very secluded, no neighbors. I cruised and posted the AOL personals, bringing some guys to my house to fuck me, heading to Philly or Harrisburg or Allentown to meet others; one dude, a nicely hung school teacher from Philly, became an almost-boyfriend. We had a pretty sweet regular thing going. I'm pretty sure he was turned on by my youth and hairless body - cough-pederast-cough- but man! He could drill my ass as long as I could take it!

So, from '90 to '92 or '93, thereabouts, I'm getting fucked maybe once every two months, then from '93 to around '98 about once or twice a month. Again, looking back, it's a miracle I didn't pick up HIV or some other critters and God knows it was risky going to some of those guys' places sight unseen. Any one of them could have been into some seriously sick shit! But at the time, I didn't even think of the risks. I was cock-hungry and eager for those bareback loads pumped into me, and happy for them!

Then I fucked up and got married.