Well! We’re back to Matt’s crazy sex stories! It’s been a while since I wrote about my hookups with other guys. As I’ve prefaced in previous posts, if you are unable to read a post like this due to its subject matter, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! Okay, now that that’s out of the way let’s get down to the nitty-gritty!
I hooked up with a lot of guys and didn’t think twice about what I was doing. All I knew was that I was having a great time having sex with very attractive guys, feeding all my desires. I made friends with my hookups, and if we had a connection during or after sex, we exchanged numbers or social media info.
I also wasn’t responsible in my promiscuity, hardly practicing safe sex.
I became friends with one particular hookup; let’s call him Adrian. We established a pretty interesting friendship. Adrian was a very young person and still lived with his family. Being kind of crazy, I came over his house and sneaked in through his window, either at night or very early in the morning, and we did what we did.
After some time, Adrian got a boyfriend and moved in with him; meanwhile, I continued what I loved doing, hooking up with other guys. Adrian and his boyfriend had an open relationship from the beginning, so Adrian and I continued hooking up whenever we felt like it.
During this time of hooking up with other guys, I met a very attractive and fit man staying in a hotel, broadcasting himself on social media. He and I hit it off pretty well, and we planned on meeting up again in the near future.
I told Adrian about my encounter with this guy, and he congratulated me on finding a “good catch.” I hadn’t meant finding a boyfriend, just that we’d connected very well sexually. But that “relationship” would only last a short while.
One day this other guy contacted me and wanted me to come over to his hotel. He obviously wanted to have sex, but I was hanging out with another friend; let’s call him Robby. I met Robby through hooking up as well. I told Robby about this guy, and we came up with the idea for a three-way. I relayed it to the other guy, and he was open to the idea.
So, we did it. And then we went our separate ways.
Adrian and I hooked up again later that week, and I told him about my three-way.
Adrian contacted me afterward, asking if I had exhibited certain symptoms of an STD. I told him no. He told me to get myself checked out, just in case, giving me the address to a free STD/HIV clinic.
The next day, I went to the clinic by myself and signed in to get myself checked. I entered the clinic and had this fear that if I had contracted an STD, it would stay with me forever — and not just that, but it would also end my fun with hooking up!
I met with the doctor, and he tested me. Some of the tests were very uncomfortable, but none really hurt.
The doctor came back into the room and gave me my STD test results. With a concerned voice, he told me that I’d contracted gonorrhea.
I knew that was bad, but I was confused why I hadn’t shown any symptoms of that STD.
The doctor assured me that I could get rid of the STD, and he gave me a lecture to practice safe sex. He also gave me an antibiotic pill and instructed me to stay sexually abstinent for two weeks and wear a condom for a good month.
I left the hospital in good spirits, knowing that modern medicine — and my friend, Adrian — had saved my life.
I texted Adrian and gave him my update. He informed me that he’d have to go through the same thing as well. I’m glad that he and I had built a good enough relationship that when we’d both contracted an STD he’d kindly — but concernedly — told me to get tested.
What happened to me didn’t fully hit me yet, though. It wouldn’t hit me until I’d contract the same STD a second time.
Have you ever contracted an STD or feared contracting an STD? How did this impact you emotionally, relationally, and sexually?