I believe it was just sex, or at least that’s what I have tell myself now to avoid slipping into a memory induced k-hole. I think, when I look back now and occasionally find myself tumbling through his Facebook page, that he wasn’t. I never learned whether the boy I lost my virginity to was struggling with his sexuality. I’m not sure whether I really fell for the guy or not, but I do know that at the end of it he was just using me to get off. And while at the beginning I felt like I had the upper hand in the situation-I was the one who was out and comfortable in my sexuality, right?-after each time we met became more secretive and more dirty, I began to feel secretive, dirty, and most of all shameful. We’d meet surreptitiously in dark and make out in the cold British weather on a park bench before venturing back to his place to have sex. I didn’t tell him that I’d never had sex with someone before instead, saturated with vodka and inflated by nerves, I was swept up in the motions.įor the next year, we’d hook-up on and off, usually at 3 a.m. All I know is that one moment we were talking and the next minute, well. The minutiae of exactly how things developed from us being together in that room to us having slightly unsuccessful sex in a bathroom in a different corridor have since escaped me. He was clearly intoxicated, but it was a party after all and who was I, quite drunk myself, to judge. It was late (or early, depending on your outlook on the world) when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building.
I can remember, although I'd had some drinks, sitting alone in my friend’s room on a single bed, the mattress overly springy and with a coarse plastic coating, attempting to stream a song over our dorm’s spotty Internet connection. The whole thing went down near the end of my freshman year at a party, at which people from the whole dorm floor were drunk and celebrating, carelessly streaming in and out of each other’s rooms, following the various different pop songs until one room took their fancy. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience-aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion-was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight. My question is: how do I go about testing for STDs if they are in my mouth? Will blood tests detect gonorhea/clamydia/syphillis and all of those other STDs and if yes, how soon after exposure will tests be correct? Or will I have to have cultures done on my throat? If cultures are needed, do I need to go to a OB/Gyn for that? If I ask my partner to get tested for STD and the results come back negative, would that mean I am safe? Please let me know what I can do to put my mind at ease, I am freaking out and extremely scared about what I might have.I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. I started feeling pain in my mouth and throat right after the blowjob and it is not going away.
I gave unprotected deep-throat oral sex to guy last week and my throat has been sore ever since. I understand that the risk of getting other STDs is not as low, however. After reading all the Fforum messages, I realize that the risk of contracting HIV from oral sex is quite low.
I am writing because I am worried I might be infected with an STD.