Get Tested!

 At Home—September, 2026

 

It was time for my quarterly testing.  My county’s Health Department and I have a long history.  They love that I am proactive and want to keep my partners safe.  As I crawled into bed, I made a mental note to make an appointment the next day.

I pissed, as usual, in the middle of the night.  And fuck!  It was really painful.  But there was no discharge.  I made an appointment the moment the clinic opened.  After several more painful pissings, I was sure that it was a true UTI and not one of the ubiquitous STIs.  The testing proved me right—I was negative for the entire panel of HIV and STIs. 

The Health Department sent me to a walk-in clinic connected to a hospital.  They confirmed that it was a UTI and would test it for best treatment.  They gave me an interim prescription that helped, but was not doing the job.  In two days, they had examined the specimen I’d given—and a new prescription was sent.  It knocked it out of me in short order.

I had to cancel three play sessions, but to a person, they were thrilled I was honest about what was up and they rescheduled.

And now the public service announcement.  If you play—get tested on a regular basis.  Know that some STIs can have no symptoms.  I love the public health department—where there is zero attitude and I have built a great rapport with the staff.  My GP is also glad I take care of it that way—and he gets the reports for my file.  There are even options to do your testing through the mail.  Just get it done.

Please, let’s take care of each other!

End of my public service rant…

 

Near Home—September, 2026

 

Once I had finished the second set of antibiotics, I went to the bookstore.  It was a small crowd and no one wanted to suck my dick.  I sucked one man who had trouble staying hard—and got a load down my throat from a man I recognized.

Not exactly a triumphant return to playing.  But that was soon to come…