I remember the fear of the early eighties. We had no idea how contagious AIDS was and misinformation was rampant. I was so deeply closeted then that I had few experiences, and very limited ones.
The Masseur in question with me straddled me on the table with his hand stroking me behind him, while I stroked him on my belly. I came... made all the faces, and noises, and after he blew a load, he said “do you want to cum”? I was really confused... like, how could be jizz not be all over his hand? I said,”I did already.” He said, “in me?”.
Then I turned ghost white. I had no clue he’d popped me in. I have always been clear that my wish list was a quality massage, nude Masseur, some mutual touch - and HE. This guy just got carried away in the moment. Having had many massages with my wish list honored, it never occurred to me that someone would slide me in without asking. (Or more, that there would be any way i’d not know.)
Some people told me PEP was overkill, as I was top - but I had to do something. I ALMOST had to pay $4127 for the two anti-virals, was it not for the incredible staff at SF City Clinic. I opted for treatment because regret if I had not would have been terrible.