When I say anonymous, I don't go to saunas, get naked and spread my legs for any top who's wandering past (I want to, but can't quite bring myself to it just yet).
The tops who fuck me I generally meet online, craigslist or barebackrt. I always ask if they're neg. I know tops lie, but if they say they are neg that's enough for me. I suppose it's me trying to satisfy my conscience that I'm being more responsible by checking - but there's a chance I've taken a poz load and I don't know about it, or who dumped it in me.
I can't quite work out whether that element of risk is the part that turns me on, or whether it's just the general fact I let random men fuck me raw. What I do know is that it's addictive. Even if a guy doesn't cum inside me, I can never imagine being fucked with a rubber ever again.
This is pretty much a sub bareback bottom's thoughts on being a closet gay who indulges in rough, degrading bareback sex. It will include stories of my hook ups with random strangers and will almost entirely focus on my opinions of sleazy gay sex.
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