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By Harper LewisPublished 3 days ago Updated about 2 hours ago 2 min read

For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how many of us hooked up with each other at that hot tub party at Amber’s last month, and that was probably where I picked up whatever bug this was. It was inconvenient and uncomfortable as hell, but you pay your money and you take your choice. Win some, lose some. Peaks and valleys, man. I wondered if I had time to duck out to my car and hit my pen before they called me back. Probably not. Good thing I popped that gummy before I left my pad.

It’s all a bunch of numbers, any way you slice it. My dick was doing a number on me because of some hot little number who had my number when I was jamming out one of my favorite numbers on my bass, maybe something that went to number one. Not everyone gets to be number one before their number’s up.

I dozed in my chair for a bit, just zoned out behind my shades while I waited to hear my name. There was some late seventies easy listening on their PA. Christopher Cross, “Sailing.” Good zone out tune. It played all the way through, then an old Simon and Garfunkel song came on. They were feeling groovy when a guy with a clipboard opened the door and called my name.

I went back and sat in the chair after standing on the scale. After he checked my vitals, he gave me the little cup with the screw on lid. Analyzing urine doesn’t sound like a fun job to me, but I guess somebody has to do it.

I went in the little bathroom with my cup and unzipped my shorts. It burned so bad I dropped the cup. The sensation of flames traveling through my cock didn’t go away when I cut off my stream. I tried again, nearly falling over from the pain. I rinsed the outside of the cup and wiped it with a paper towel before I put it in the window.

I didn’t see a doctor, just an NP, and she gave me a lecture about safe sex. I told her I wasn’t like that; I’d just been through a bad breakup and cut loose a little as partvif the healing process. She side-eyed me and asked when my last HIV test was.

I told her I’d get one soon, before getting into another relationship.

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Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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  • Patrick Browna day ago

    This guy seems different from the guy in the original story. Is that intentional?

  • Powerful. LOVE IT.

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