I’ve been fucking bareback since I lost my cherry to a guy I met in a bookstore as a college freshman in Austin in 1979. I was mostly bottom for the next 20 years and never let anybody fuck me with a rubber (nor ever used one as a top then or now).
I mostly got fucked in bookstores in Austin and a sleazy adult theater in Dallas until I spent a summer in LA in 1982 and discovered the baths, which sent my sex life into overdrive and helped me discover my nature as a sex pig. I spent countless nights at baths in Austin and Dallas before graduating and moving to Orange County and Los Angeles in 1983.
I had memberships and spent many nights and entire weekends at the 1350 Clubs (there were three of them back then), Hollywood Spa, Melrose Baths and my favorite, the Coral Club, which had slings, mirrors and little tubs of Crisco in the rooms. I also had sex with guys in the steam room at the gym but preferred the baths, where sex was unlimited and available 24/7 for an insatiable sex addict.
Of course, the AIDS epidemic was in full swing by then in LA, so I certainly wasn’t surprised when I finally got tested and found I had HIV in 1984. Some guys tried to insist on condoms, but I was a horny young pig who always said “no rubbers” and never had any trouble finding guys to fuck me raw. Being poz liberated me from all fear and made it easy for me to spend hours on my belly in the public areas getting mounted, fucked and impregnated by guys I never even looked at.
I moved to Sacramento in 1988 and soon began spending weekends at Steamworks in Berkeley and sex clubs in SF. More guys were into rubbers by then, but I still found plenty of poz guys who played bareback. Rooms at Steamworks were available for eight hours then and renewable, so I continued spending many long nights (and days) having bareback sex with anonymous partners. After reading a forum post on BNskin or bugshare about how many sex partners guys had, I made a conscious effort to keep track for a year and counted over 200 partners (including many who dumped more than one load in my in any given bathhouse visit) in 1995. By the late 1990s I transitioned into more of a top and, of course, have never had any problem finding bottoms who want to get fucked raw.
I realize that I’ve been more fortunate than many men who lived – and died – during the AIDS epidemic. Speaking only for myself, those years were the hottest and most exciting period of my sex life. Looking back, I have only wonderful memories (that still get me rock hard!) and absolutely no regrets.