STD Paranoia

I met up with a new sugar baby a month ago, and we ended up having sex at her apartment complex. I did not use a condom, just stuck it in. She said she was on birth control and clean of any STD’s. She said she got tested monthly. I had my doubts about the ‘monthly’ thing because her place looked like the aftermath of a tornado and the apartment complex was filled with Section 8 folks. But unless a girl is a Playboy model, condoms prevent me from a Rocco Siffredi-esque performance. I need all of the nerve endings in my penis experiencing a juicy, tight vagina to achieve my best erection. At least there was no drug paraphernalia laying around the apartment. In the days following the encounter, my lower abdomen was in pain and my testicles hurt. I was in so much distress, I was having trouble just sitting at the computer at work. I was almost sure this sugar baby had given me gonorrhea or chlamydia. I called my doctor up and admitted I had unprotected sex with a bust down, so that I could get a lab order for a full panel STD test. My doctor approved the order but advised that I wait 2 or 3 weeks until I actually went to get tested. She said it takes a couple weeks for the body to have a reaction and produce antibodies to fight the STD’s. Testing too early, may not detect the antibodies and thus not give meaningful test results. I was in so much pain that I got tested four days after having sex. A few days later my results came back that I had tested negative for all STD’s. A few days after that, the pain in my balls finally went away. I was still not convinced that I had not caught something, but at least the pain was gone and I wasn’t spewing green slime out of my dick. A few days later, I saw the sugar baby bragging on social media to her friends that she had prepaid three months of rent. The allowance I gave her would have only covered about a third of a month. She was currently unemployed, so she must have been having sex with at least several other sugar daddies. Where else could all of that rent money have come from? After two and a half weeks, I got a second full panel STD test. Again, it showed I was negative for all types of STD’s. I breathed a side of relief. It turned out I did not need to hunt down this tart with my shotgun. The only thing I could think of that caused the pain in my testicles and lower abdomen was the sex itself. This girl was a little heavier than she admitted online and was dropping a lot of weight on me in the cowgirl position. She liked it rough and would thrust herself into me when I was thrusting her. In the end, I think I was just paranoid. Even if I caught something, I don’t think it would have been the end of the world. My doctor ran through the different scenarios between the time I took the two STD tests. If I had gotten chlamydia, gonorrhea, or syphilis, she could’ve prescribed antibiotics to kill the bacterias. A week or so later, any of those infections would have been cured. If I had gotten trichomoniasis, a vaginal parasite, a single oral dose of metronidazole would have returned me back to full health. Herpes cannot be cured, but Valtrex can treat the symptoms. Hepatitis B is generally prevented because most people are vaccinated against it. If infected by Hepatitis B, it can be treated orally with Viread. The worst outcome would have been testing positive for HIV. If that did occur, HIV can be treated by taking one pill of antivirals a day. Twenty-five years ago, an infected person needed to take 20 pills per day to treat HIV. Treatments have been so successful that most people with HIV in 2022 will never progress to AIDS. Even HIV-positive Earvin ‘Magic’ Johnson looks like a healthy 62 year old living his best life. I’m not opposed to using condoms, but none seem to fit me well. Even Trojan Magnum XL’s feel like strangulation. And let's face it, the perfect condom would still not 100% measure up to hot, juicy bareback sex. Maybe this STD paranoia is just the Higher Power’s way of telling me to stop being a sugar daddy slut and act my age. I know I am out of control and should stop barebacking every vagina I can peel the panties off of. But as long as there are twenty somethings that need to be plowed by a man as old as their father, I am married to this game.