Oh, sure, in hindsight I "should have known better". AIDS was still a huge killer and safer sex campaigns had started within a few years of becoming sexually active (and perpetually horny!). But I don't blame myself for getting infected as much as I used to because nothing, in my experience, is better than feeling a guy's hot love juice shooting up my ass!
As for wearing a condom when I top, it just doesn't work for me (neither do latex gloves when I wriggle my small hands into a dude's Crisco-lubed hole).
Although I came out in a small city I quickly found the parks and the bridge where men would gather to get their rocks off. I was versatile from the start, gradually sorting out how I liked to top (fisting and water sports) and how I liked to bottom (taking loads and loads of cum, drinking and being showered with piss) and I loved risky sex outdoors, whether in the woods or in a town's rose garden in a thunderstorm!
I'm a pig, shamelessly! I haven't been active in the scene for a few years, which I'd like to change, as I become a mostly-bottom otter!
