Hot Tub Terror

 
The hot tub was large filled with tepid water and small coves for hook-ups. The lights were dim covering everything in a fog that blurred distinguishing features. The music was typical gay house music played at a level that made conversing impossible. None of us were there to talk.

He approached me from across the hot tub. He wasn't the first of the night or the last in the hot tub.

We kissed and caressed. He slipped inside me. His cock unsheathed. He came and slipped out.

I waded over to another cove shaking. Everything I knew about safer sex gone. I was in ecstatic terror.

It took me months before I could muster the strength to get tested.

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