Another Update on Alex

Back in November, I posted about Alex, one of my really remarkable boys who came down with Covid, but recovered in large part because his health care team really fought for him. Since then I’ve posted about his progress on Twitter, but people who don’t follow me on Twitter have periodically asked for an update about him, so here it is.

Alex recovered from Covid, but that actually wasn’t his main medical problem. When he was diagnosed with it, he was doing radiation therapy for a brain tumor. So as soon as he was past his isolation period, he had to go in for brain surgery. That was pretty rough, because he was absolutely terrified of the procedure. One of Alex’ lingering traumas from the AIDS Crisis is that hospitals scare him–for him, they’re places people to die. So he went in thinking he wasn’t ever going to wake up from his surgery. It took two surgeries for them to get the whole tumor, and in fact he was in a coma for a week.

But he did wake up. Initially it was pretty scary. He had hemiparesis–total paralysis on his right side. He could barely speak. So there was a period when his only ability to communicate was texting, and his left hand wasn’t working well, so he would text strings of letters and I’d have to guess what he was saying.

His family made the decision to transfer him to the East Coast because they none of them were nearby. They agreed that his brother Charlie was going to be responsible for him. And Charlie is either a total fuckwit or simply doesn’t like Alex and wishes he wasn’t around (or in fact both–it’s pretty clear to me that Charlie is fairly homophobic). So Charlie did the absolute minimum possible. He rented a room at a cheap motel and left Alex there. He hired some sort of medical staffer to “check in on Alex” twice a day, with the plan being that this guy would take him to his rehab appointments. Keep in mind that at this point, Alex couldn’t walk, could only use his left arm, could only talk very halting, and was reliant on not very good texting to communicate. He was very confused and scared.

Naturally I was incredibly worried for him and furious at the way Charlie was treating him. Charlie eventually stopped responding to my emails telling him that this was an incredibly bad arrangement. But I was able to get word to a friend of Alex who was in contact with his mom. When she found out what Charlie had done, she was apparently as mad as I was. She’s in her mid-80s, but apparently she knocked a lot of her kids’ heads and less than two days later they made the sensible choice to move him to his sister’s house.

Since he’s been at his sister’s, he’s made pretty good recovery, thanks in large part to a physical therapist who figured out that he will work really hard if she taunts him for being lazy. His hemiparesis slowly faded. He’s recovered full use of his right arm, and is currently working to rebuild his strength.

His right leg works now. He can walk fairly well, but his leg tires easily and starts shaking if he’s walking or standing too much, so he often needs a cane. His right foot has minimal sensation in it–at one point he stepped on something sharp and didn’t realize it until he saw that he was bleeding. It’s also developed an unpleasant tingling sensation. His doctors are still trying to figure that out.

He has pretty much recovered his speech, but if he gets upset or frustrated, his voice either freezes or stutters and he needs to pause to be able to speak. He says he also gets confused at times, where he just can’t figure something simple out. He’s got some memory holes as well, mostly more recent things from the past two-three years.

But despite some worrying issues–his foot in particular–it appears that in a month or so he’ll be able to move out of his sister’s house (which is a good thing because it’s a small house and his brother-in-law doesn’t want any “gay stuff”, whatever that means). He should be able to live on his own rather than in assisted living, and he should be able to get a job, assuming the economy permits it. It’s not clear that he’ll be allowed to drive, which would be a real blow for him because he’s been a biker since his early 20s. But overall, it’s clear that he’s been pretty fortunate in terms of what could have happened. He just had an MRI to determine if the tumor is actually gone or if it might come back. We’re still waiting on the results of that test.

Alex was scheduled to fly up to see me last week, but as luck would have it the upper Midwest got its first genuine snowstorm of the winter the day he was supposed to fly in, and his flight was cancelled. He took that pretty hard. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, both because it was his first chance to see me and his first chance to play in 3 1/2 months. He had a full-blown panic attack that took me a couple hours to calm him down from.

But we were able to reschedule the visit for this week, so he was able to see me on Wed. He got down on his belly and just licked my boots for several minutes. After a lengthy fucking session, I took him to a local sex store where we browsed chastity devices for him. I made sure to ask the sales person lots of questions because I knew it was going to embarrass Alex–humiliation is a big kink for him. Then I took him home and shaved his crotch and locked his dick up. When I asked him how that felt, he said, “Humiliating”, and his voice cracked, which was so fucking sexy that I had to give him another fucking.

Alex tends to lead with his cock, and it can get him into trouble, both by leading him into trusting guys he shouldn’t trust and by making him feel like he’s missing out on sex that is happening somewhere. We both agree that locking his dick up may help him to stop focusing on his own pleasure and focus more on mine. I’m not his key-holder right now. Particularly with all his medical stuff, he needs to be able to make choices about when to lock and when not to. But I could see just by the change in his attitude that being locked is going to be a good thing for him.

It was a short visit–only about 6 hours, and it was frustrating to have to send him home so quickly. But I think he’s starting to find a new sense of optimism about his life and an ability to picture what his life might look like going forward.

I think he’s finally climbed out of the hole he climbed into two years ago. And that makes me incredibly happy.

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