I clearly remember the guy. He was in his 20s, blond, fit, very good-looking and very sexy. But there was something wrong with his skin color, though. I couldn't tell if his skin was yellow-grayish because of the poor light in the booth at the Universe Gym [a Parisian bathouse], or if there was something off with him.
His arse was totally sweet to eat, perky and bubbly. But a few days later, I started to feel super weak. Something was definitely wrong. I went to the doctor, and it took me an hour to walk 500 meters. I was so weak, and I had to stop walking every 30 seconds.
I did blood exams, and the result was Hepatitus A. I started to turn yellow and threw up everything I was trying to eat. After two weeks, I started to feel a little better, but my boyfriend at the time contracted it as well, most likely form eating my arse.
Apparently there's a delay between the time you contract the virus and the time you get sick. It took us six month to get over it. It was horrible. —Pierre, 42
