Diagnosed with HPV

It was about the first Friday night on my summer vacation in the States and I was feeling

lonely and depress. So I decided to go have a drink at a bar in New York called The Cock. Its

longtime hole-in-the-wall gay bar with theme nights featuring DJs & go-go boys. At the club I

met a guy name Ronaldo, which I had a drink with, after which he invite me back to his

apartment that night.

After going back to his apartment, I stood there just staring at him until finally he spoke.

He came up real close to me. His perfume was really strong; it had this sweet aroma that seems

to be turning me on. He was just a few inches from my face and I was comfortable with him

being so close, as I wanted to tier of his clothes so fucking bad. He stared right into my eyes.

"This is what is going to happen. You are going to go upstairs, take a shower, you’re

going to brush your teeth and we are going to fuck! Ronaldo commanded.

“Oh, there’s is a gift on the sink, put it on” he added