All Is Well

I realize that I took a minute to say something, but everything is fine. Everyone is healthy and peachy keen. I'll get to the details of my past couple nights of wild behavior soon. But not tonight.

Wait Is Over

Everyone came out okay. But now we have a glance into the world of med-taking that we will not forget.

So it was with little delay that I fucked the tiniest ass -ever- last night. I am still popping wood thinking about it. Goodness I love my cock. It hit him in all the right places and the orgasm was stupendous.

More soon.

Morning 3

Wake up next to a gorgeous man (mine), two yellows. He wakes up, two yellows and a blue. I go to work, one white, maybe two pales and a stiff amber. I come home, two yellows and a blue. He does too, two yellows. But for him, before, a white. This is day 3 of what feels like calm, yet feels like hell. I have no side effects to speak of but that doesn't mean I'm well, either. I have toned up a little but I'm gonna have to force the protein shakes in me, cuz I know it's from loss. I'm also not drinking nearly enough water. And I've found a few opps to jerk off even though I am totally turned off. Doc would have called him yesterday if he saw anything. No news with him is good news but it really helps to hear. Tomorrow is the day we hopefully find out if everything is okay, even though it will be ok.... I haven't talked to our bud. I have actually had no interaction with him prior to, during or after Friday. I suppose that's a good thing. Let's the situation be very pri
vate forthe lot of us while we sort things out in our heads, if needed. I would LOVE a nap. These colors are just blurring.

Day 2 Of Waiting

This morning marks day 2 of waiting to hear more about the status of man and buddy. This morning I had two yellows at wake-up to follow the two yellows and one blue I had at dinner. And today again at dinner I will repeat the process. When I imagine possibly having to do this for the rest of my life I get worried.

The worst part is that I'm horny as hell but don't want to do anything until I know what's going on.

Sex Dream

So I had this dream. I woke up and a really butch, hot-ass friend of mine...with a cocky attitude the likes of which only my man has...caught me in my room getting ready for work. He cornered me and pushed me into a closet and just got real close, saying things to me that I wanted to hear, moving my hand to his crotch. And let me tell you...though I haven't seen it in real life, it felt perfect through gym shorts. I wanted to get down on my knees right there and have at it. Then my man woke me up. Bastard. ;) The other dream I had of the same guy was a bit opposite...in a previous dream he got into the shower with me fully clothed, got on his knees and begged me to cockslap him and play with his face.

I wonder what kinds of dreams I will have tonight...whether they will just be playful inferences of shit that just won't happen in real life, or if they'll be the all-out sexcapades I could ONLY dream about?

No, We Obviously Weren't Thinking

We obviously weren't thinking too clearly and should be taken to task. And if this turns out badly, we will be taken to task by our doctor. Harshly. In fact we might even get a spanking. And I'm not kidding about that. ;)

Here's the quick time-line. Friday, my man gets barebacked by a buddy, bleeds a little, and when he realizes there's no condom on the guy, he leaves and calls me before I can get to my trick. Friday night, we get him on the meds. Sunday morning, we're fooling around and using condoms for the first time in years.... So my ass is covered on the inside with all the condom gook, and lube you can imagine. Then...well...we're playin around and he puts it in without one.

This is where you get to asking, "what the hell are you two doing?" Well to be honest...it didn't go too long but the fact is, it made it in. But then again, didn't last long on Friday night either. Anyway...I went to the shower and douched out anything that could possibly be laying around inside. Then I took a nap.

I think subconsciously I knew that I had just made a potentially huge mistake. But when two people are making love ya kinda don't think, do ya? My man asked me today if I let him do that that because I wanted to go through this with him. Immediately, I said no. That...would make me sick in the head and co-dependent. We are not that. But the fact is...we made a second mistake on top of the first one.

This afternoon, my man and our buddy took their tests. My man finds out tomorrow how his went, cuz all he is getting is the anti-body check: whether you've been exposed in the past 3 months. Chances are if he has, I have. Duh. If he comes back okay, great. But he won't find out whether he can stop taking the pills until our buddy gets his test back. Our buddy is getting a viral load count test and the antibody test. So umm...keep your fingers crossed. If our buddy has somethin, my man has to take the pills for a month. If not, though...he can stop takin the pills.

It's been less than 72 hours since my man and I made that tiny, probably insignificant mistake. So I started taking the pills today too. Here's the pickle: if the boys both come back negative, then I don't have to keep taking them. If there's a problem with our buddy...we have to tell the doctor what we did so I get my own pills and take them for 30 days too.

It's true what they say sometimes about men and their dicks.

Testing and Nightmares

This blog is supposed to be about my sexploits. Trust me whem I say I'll get there. Like who I'm fuckin and how it went. No names. No pictures. But lately it has been a little sounding board for HIV talk. Not what I planned, but so far it's beena good way to get stuff off my chest.

Today, my man gets tested along with our friend. My man will have a check for antibodies while our friend will get the viral load and antibody check. I have to admit that the only reason I am really still calm is benzodiazopines. I actually broke down last night from all of the aggregated stress in my life. Leave it to cheap champagne. I had a friend listening though, who reminded me that I wouldn't be normal if I didn't get like this once in awhile. Crying can be good...but it sure does hurt the eyes.

I get horny as fuck every morning around 915. It's like clockwork. But I suspect it will not be like that today and until the doctor can get news from the blood tests of both my man and our friend. I hate holding all of this in. Only our room mate knows what's going on. He's been through hing before and he came out okay.

Anyway this is a test of cell-phone-posting. I have more to write but not until I start my morning at the office. Let's see how it goes.

Wish us all health and luck.
Cale