…well I didn’t go for a HIV test.
It kinda just sorta happened.
How many have my Foxes and Wolves have been tested… ever?
If you haven’t… EVER… then prepare for me to slap you as this story is NOT for you.
Me, on the other hand, ended up getting tested today.
And BOY OH BOY…
I was feeling ODee sick today, so I decided to call out and go to the doctor.
I am pretty much a health nut so I wanted to make sure I was okay.
The doctor took my blood and then asked if I wanted to take a HIV test.
Nervous. I gulped.
Now I am not the Fox going around being wreckless.
Last dude I slept with was Prospect a month ago, and before that … I went a hard year without a good dick down.
It was just me, my hand, and my imagination.
I was all “Yeah sure!! Lets do it!”.
The African lady came in and was fascinated by how I looked and dressed.
“Are you straight or gay?” she asked after she set her things down.
“Well doc, you get right to the business huh?”
I make jokes when I’m nervous…
I hesitated for a minute but then I became honest, “I’m whatever it is that makes me feel good at the moment but, I prefer men more.”
“Oh, *laughs*, whatever is available?”
“Yeah pretty much.”
“Handsome guy like you, I’m sure you have a lot of options.”
“Well, tell those options to call me since I sleep many nights alone.”
Simple nervous humor.
So before she tests me, she goes into the speech.
“Do I use condoms?…. blah blah blah… Do me and my partner get tested?… blah blah blah…”
I politely let her know the last dude I fucked was a one night stand and I never heard from him again.
She almost looked disappointed in me but, she loved my honesty.
After her lecture, she sticks me with some pin thing and drops my blood in this container.
She swirls it around and left it on the counter.
She rubs my shoulder and tells me to wait outside.
The results would be ready in 20 minutes.
I went with the test feeling like a solider.
But after her words sunk in with me, a Fox got SCARED!!!
“What if I have HIV? I’ll probably never be able to fuck a baller in this lifetime…. EVER.”
“What will my Foxes and Wolves think? They would be so disappointed.”
“OMG… what would I think? I’d probably become a hermit and live in a cardboard box in the kitchen.”
“I’d probably never be able to fuck a sexy dude, like this:
… I’d be in a world of looking and no touching…”
“I’d become so thin and I’d have to buy new clothes. I’m already slim as it is that I’d become a damn crackhead…”
“My booty would be non-existent. Shit no one would even be worried about my booty…”
“I used condoms with Prospect… or did he pull it off without me knowing??”
“I erased his damn number so I can’t even find him to kill him…”
Suddenly, I felt sick.
I felt my ears start to burn and my skin felt itchy.
The chair I was sitting in felt like there was spikes in it.
I could feel my stomach slipping through my butt.
My throat felt like it suddenly became used sandpaper.
I looked at the room with the door closed and imagined this scene playing back in my head:
As I was ready to 100 yard dash out the waiting room,
I felt this hand on my shoulder.
It was the African Lady and she was smiling.
I hope she isn’t smiling because she gets paid everytime she has a new HIV victim.
She brought me into the room and I sat down.
She smiled and handed me this:
Foxes and Wolves…
PLEASE KNOW YOUR STATUS!!!