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So, after high school I entered the Army. Tough time for a confused young man. Like I noted in part I, the military was very anti-gay at the time. Doing anything that would reveal my tendencies would have created major problems; they were still doing Article 15's for homosexuality, then. And it was tough, too. So many good looking guys! Then when I was 20 I got shipped to Germany. Oh boy. First, the barracks were old, former German Army barracks from WWII, which meant communal showers. There I am, every morning after calisthenics with 30 other swinging dicks. Some mornings it was all I could do not to pop wood. But the best thing about Germany was the porn. This is 1985, VHS is the height of consumer video and the Internet? But there were tons of porno theaters! And the types of porn were....comprehensive, at least to my beginner's eyes. Gay porn was very popular and no one wore condoms. Watersports were often part of the "plot" of any given film and, as far as I can tell, the Germans pioneered shaved genitals. I was in heaven and spent as much of my free time as possible "on the economy", sitting in darkened porno theaters, jerking off. That's where I had my first real gay experience, when an older man came over, sat down next to me, reached over and jerked me off. I soon learned the rules and customs of these places: mutual masturbation was OK, oral sex in the bathrooms only. I sucked two or three dicks a night, two or three times a week on a good week, usually less but as much as I could! Eventually, this guy I'd blown a few times invited me to a private club (I spoke OK German by then). It was like a bath house, really but I didn't know much about them. Anyway, that's where I had my first anal. Yes, it hurt and, yes, I did it twice that night. Paid for a week while my bunghole bled slightly for four days and was sore the whole time but by the end of the week I was ready for more. I spent the rest of my tour in Germany pretty much having sex as often as I could, bareback of course. Looking back, this was when HIV was really starting to be a problem and it's a wonder I didn't catch anything. Drunks and fools, I guess.... Got out of the Army in '87, got a job and was going to school part time. I was very busy with my life for the next two years and except for some light flirting with a couple guys in school I went back to solo action, with the addition of some toys, magazines and videos. It was a 2 year dry spell, especially compared to my time in Germany! I was still conflicted about being gay. I was 24 and closeted and still trying to convince myself I liked women. I often wish I hadn't been raised in such a conservative environment. My early life would have been much different if I could have come out as a teen. I definitely wouldn't have gotten married.

So, I committed a federal crime, did soft time in a low security in Ohio. Very boring experience, actually, except for the sex. In prison, I learned to get devious about sex because the popo REALLY frowned upon it! I was tossed in the SHU several times over 4 years after being caught in flagrante delicto! There really wasn't, as you can imagine, a lot of privacy for fucking, either. Basically, if sucked cock everyone knew it and if you took it in the ass, all gays and "down low" dudes knew it. So, where did I service guys? Well, certain cubicles in the open bays were good for giving blowjobs, depending on conditions. Riskier, though, noise carried too easily. Shower stalls very early in the AM, one guy standing in a mop bucket to disguise the fact that two were init, that worked OK. Recycling room was also good, no cameras there, either. Best bets were one of the bathrooms in the rec yard, right at the 5 minute rec move following count; or, the bathrooms in the Chapel area, shit they even had locks on the stalls, and very few staff to worry about. Most of the Chapel orderlies were fags, lol! That was the best one receiving anal, followed by the rec yard bathroom. The rest were all only good for oral. So, I'd suck a few dicks a week, had my regular customers who paid me in commissary items. I only did anal maybe once a month because of the risk of getting caught. It was all very hush hush and lucrative (for prison) and I loved it all (except being in the SHU, that sucked). So, devious....served me well in the halfway house. When I got passes to go out, I'd already have a hookup from one of the dating sites. Met a talented, hung black daddy every Sunday for a couple hours of breeding. He was a multiple cummer, I always had to cram some tissue between my ass cheeks for the bus ride back! Went to PhiladelphiaJacks a few times...just basically whored myself out to any guy willing to stick his cock in me, loving every minute of it. Still do. Today, I've got five "regular" guys I can rely on, two are multiple cummers and one has such a thick cock, I've never felt one better than his! And then there are the random hookups from the dating sites. Lots of flakes, yes, but I probably average one good fuck out every ten contacts. And it's all bareback, always has been. I've been "lucky" never to have any STD's. I've been bug chasing halfheartedly for a little while, now basically just trying to deliberately hook up with poz dudes. I've taken "undetectable" loads and I've advertised to take toxic loads, get gifted, etc but no joy yet. For me, being pozzed is all about submission, is why I look for it but I guess what with the meds available todayn it'll be harder and harder to find guys with toxic loads. So be it. I'm still a cum slut and I will be my whole life. I'll probably be sucking old man dick when I'm in the retirement home, lol! So that's my life, boys and girls. I'm a bottom cum slut faggot and wouldn't want to be anything else! (SHU: Special Housing Unit, aka "the hole")

In '99 I got married to a woman. Why would I do something so strange? After all, it seems like I had a good sex life, plenty of dick, and I was enjoying being single, free, and right at that age where I appealed to just about everyone. But my conservative upbringing kept fucking with my head; a little voice at the back of my mind kept telling me it was wrong to be gay, that I was taking the sl-easy way out, all I needed was the right woman and I'd be all set. Right? (Raise your hand if you're laughing or went through the same thing). Plus, I did want kids I have a strong maternal instinct. So, I put a personal ad on AOL's dating section (forget what it was called). Got a detailed response, we began messaging back and forth online, eventually met in public, and started having sex soon after. At this point I have to admit that I'm technically bisexual. I like women and enjoy having sex with them, but I REALLY like the dick much more, especially when I've got a new pumping a load of semen deep into my ass! Things were pretty good for a couple years, babies were made, but a man can't deny the siren call of erect cock. Our work schedules had one of us away from home about seven or eight days a month. When she was gone, I trolled online for dudes to come over at night after the kids were down to fuck me. When I was away, my hotel rooms were the scenes of some amazing mano y mano sex! It was bareback heaven, baby, and I enjoyed every load I took. I didn't care, at that point, if I caught something. I didn't think it was an issue, actually. Most of the guys coming to my house were married and the ones in my hotel rooms were usually businessmen, too. Safe as can be, right? maybe it's not fair to say I didn't care. I did, I just didn't think anything would happen. Wifey was clueless, of course. Some days I'd take a morning load before checking out, come home, and fuck her with dude's cum still inside me. I loved those bareback loads, but I wasn't cum-crazy, I wasn't a cumslut, yet. That didn't happen until I went to prison.

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.