Part One The Second: Then I felt something on my hand…
So I looked at my hand and it’s got blood on it! I looked at Mbora. He looked at me. We looked at my hand.
“It’s not me!” said I.
I pulled back and looked down and I could see some blood oozing from the condom. His penis was bleeding! My jaw dropped. Mbora groaned and went to the bathroom. He locked the door.
Thank God for the condom. I looked down and hoped I couldn’t see any blood on me. ‘This means I’ll have to take a bloody AIDS test and be celibate for weeks!!!’ I thought in exasperation.
I went to the bathroom door.
“Mbora are you alright?”…
“Do you know what’s wrong?”…
“Should we go to a doctor?” I asked gingerly but already seeing the writing on the wall. Bloody men!
I got myself dressed and wrote down the number of the sexual health clinic for his information. Working for an AIDS NGO sometimes has its advantages. I left.
So I did the AIDS test and got a negative result and was otherwise in the clear. No thanks to Mbora. Did he know what was going on or did this take him by surprise? Was this some exotic penile disease or did I go overboard with the manicure? Was he in denial about his health issues or deeply surprised and humiliated by his penile malfunction? Well the male pride was obviously deflated by the experience. So there was no room for him to show any concern for me! Not bloody good enough I say.
Anyway at least I got my first cosmopolitan shag and no exit strategy was required in the end. Damn I would have needed one for Mbora. It was so good with him, I was already thinking of breaking my rules. Too good to be true…
“It’s not me!” said I.
I pulled back and looked down and I could see some blood oozing from the condom. His penis was bleeding! My jaw dropped. Mbora groaned and went to the bathroom. He locked the door.
Thank God for the condom. I looked down and hoped I couldn’t see any blood on me. ‘This means I’ll have to take a bloody AIDS test and be celibate for weeks!!!’ I thought in exasperation.
I went to the bathroom door.
“Mbora are you alright?”…
“Do you know what’s wrong?”…
“Should we go to a doctor?” I asked gingerly but already seeing the writing on the wall. Bloody men!
I got myself dressed and wrote down the number of the sexual health clinic for his information. Working for an AIDS NGO sometimes has its advantages. I left.
So I did the AIDS test and got a negative result and was otherwise in the clear. No thanks to Mbora. Did he know what was going on or did this take him by surprise? Was this some exotic penile disease or did I go overboard with the manicure? Was he in denial about his health issues or deeply surprised and humiliated by his penile malfunction? Well the male pride was obviously deflated by the experience. So there was no room for him to show any concern for me! Not bloody good enough I say.
Anyway at least I got my first cosmopolitan shag and no exit strategy was required in the end. Damn I would have needed one for Mbora. It was so good with him, I was already thinking of breaking my rules. Too good to be true…