STATS: Age: 30 years Height: 6'2" Weight: 230 pounds Waste: 40" Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown, cut short Feet: Size 13 Body Hair: Hairy Facial Hair: Goatee Penis: 7 1/2" cut, thick and curved Sexual Role: Top

I am a pretty simple guy. I have at different times had very different personalities, which is due to my Gemini nature. In High School, I was the shy geek. In College, I was the flaming queer. But I didn't find myself until I was about 25 or so. I am very passionate about my interests, which include Madonna, Wonder Woman, Comics, Video Games, and most of all....SEX! The sexual side of me is where the focus is going to lie here. I started having sex with the neighborhood boys when I was about 10 years old. It manifested itself in a chain, so to speak. The older neighbor boy would make me give him blow jobs and masturbate with him, and would try to sodomize me to no avail. I would intern then do the same to the younger boys in the neighborhood. This went on for years until I was about 15. At that time, a 40-ish male in my family started exposing me to pornography and the likes. Eventually, I persuaded him to rent gay porn with me and that eventually lead to he and I having sex. We would hook up in secret and would take turns giving head to each other and fucking each other in the ass. He was the first time I really buttfucked someone and he was my first taste of the pleasures of fucking bareback. This affair went on until I was about 17, and found my first girlfriend. You have to understand that in my head, sex with men was simply a substitute for not having a girlfriend. I was very shy and had very low self esteem, and had never had a girlfriend before. Eventually, my first girlfriend gave in to my sexual overdrive and she let me have my first taste of pussy. What a nightmare! All of the great pleasure that pussy was supposed to bring me, paled in comparison to sodomy with another man. Later that same year, my best friend came out to me. Within a week's time, it had finally hit me that I was gay. During that same week, he and I shared our first sexual experience together. He was way to tight for me to fuck, so I became the bottom and stayed that way through the next three years and two relationships. After High school, I jumped into "queer life," but despite all the fronts and shows I put on, I still had no confidence in myself, and could not get, nor keep a boyfriend. At the same time, my overpowering sex drive continued to grow out of control which led me to various manners of the "hookup." Phone-lines, newspaper ads, you name it, if I could find sex, I did. During this period of time, I began to lose the "flamer" identity I had created for myself and began to discover that behind all my confusion, there was a very beefy, very masculine, very hot, incredible topman. Over the years, more and more of the hookups took on the pattern of me as the top, with very horny men ranging from 30-50 as the very pleased bottom. I found a new confidence in myself from these experiences, and began to love the topman I had become. Then I met "D." I met this gorgeous older black man on a phone line and began a five year long series of hookups. I would go to his house, anytime day or night, and he would give up his ass to me anyway I wanted. There were times I fucked him so hard I thought I was going to kill him, there were times I fucked him for hours and hours, and there were times I just stopped by and pumped a quick load in him for relief. His willingness to give it to me anyway I wanted and his unending string of compliments regarding my skill at sodomizing tight ass, set the foundation for the sexual arrogance I possess today. Ask me what I am best at, and I will quickly tell you that fucking ass is my specialty. It is what I was born to do. Finally one morning, after him begging and begging me, I stuck it up his ass bareback. I had been safe since I was with the relative of mine, and was of course concerned about HIV. The first time I felt raw, wet ass in years, and the first time I popped a huge load in a manhole, hooked me like a drug. I started going wild after that. I would not use a condom, and actually cannot enjoy sex or get off if I am wearing one. Whenever "D" was not available, I would hop on my wonderful new Internet and find a new hole. The funny thing is that there are hundreds of men, gay, BI, even married that will let you cum in their ass just because you say you are neg. Of course, I was one of those naive fools. I fucked ass after ass after ass. Sometimes two or three in one night. I had a list of probably thirty men that I would go down the list until one of them would spread their legs for me. I hid my behavior from my mother and my friends, but shared all of the nasty details with my dad, who was more like a straight twin brother than a father. In 2000, I lost my dad to suicide, and my way of coping was to fuck more ass. The more I lived out this type of life, the more my sexual appetite grew, and the less interest I had in being in a relationship. I got set in my own ways, and found no attraction to the typical gay men you would find in bars and such. While I did think I was attractive, and I knew what an amazing fuck I was, I was not the cookie-cutter gay boy that the in-crowd found any interest in. I knew and accepted that I would just be single and very sexually active and that would be that. The need I had for a lover and a relationship began to bury itself deep in the back of my mind, and continued to hide away until I turned 28. I had prowled for ass under my infamous screenname "Rearfiller" for years and had never grown attached to one man for more than the time it took to shoot in his hole. Finally, I had to pay the price...being diagnosed HIV positive. I stopped screwing around and resigned myself to the inevitable horrors I believed would come with having HIV. Then the response to my sex add came, the one that would change everything, the one from a total slut bottom named Gayspanky. I tried and tried to hook up with him, lusting over him while returning to my devious ways, fucking other men in his place, but could not get in him for months. I would read his website over and over and masturbate to the boy that seemed my perfect sexual counterpart. He seemed to be a the perfect bottom for my perfect top. During this time, I learned the realities of living with HIV, and realized that I was not going to wither away and die in a few months, that all of the things the media had taught me were not true. I found myself secretly longing for more than the sexual lifestyle I was living, but convinced myself that there was no way that I would ever find someone that I desired, that would want a relationship with me and my HIV. So, again, I went back to my old habits and started fucking anything with an ass. I figured that since I was already HIV positive, that it really did not matter who I fucked. Then, when I least expected it, I came into contact with the elusive Gayspanky. I proposed a hook up at my place, he agreed, and on August 20th, 2002, around 9:30 P.M., the fantasy bottom boy walked into my life. That night Marc Harris opened my eyes and heart and changed everything I thought was my future. That night showed me that the path I had been traveling, and all the shit I had stepped in on the way, actually led somewhere great.