Intersex: Noun
1: a term used to describe people who are born with biological sex characteristics that don’t fit the binary of male or female. These characteristics can include reproductive organs, anatomy, hormones, or chromosomes. Intersex traits may be apparent at birth, or they may not appear until puberty or adulthood.
Ash
We settled into a routine after Daddy and BA’s visit. Trevor started working inventory at Neiman Marcus. He and Alejo started carpooling to save money. That meant that Trevor had to go with us to the gym three days per week if he wanted to get a ride to work. I picked him up from work on those days when Alejo worked his second job at Jordy’s Café. I didn’t have to but it gave me an excuse to spend more time with my boyfriend.
Oh, but Trevor hated losing his precious sleep. He was a night owl by nature, spending his time writing code on his laptop and playing as a competitive video gamer. “Now that I’m 18 I can compete professionally. The best players attract sponsors and make a hell of a lot of money” he said to us one night. Both Alejo and I pointed out that Trevor could not depend on that for an income. Trev agreed and looked into taking Computer Science classes at Arizona State starting in the fall.
That meant that all three of us would be in school at the same time. We would be lucky if we found time to sleep. I was graduating in the spring so I only faced that grueling schedule for a few months but Alejo still had a year left in his Hospitality and Hotel Management degree. Trevor committed to a demanding four-year program. I worried that he might be taking on too much but of course I supported him. We were set on a course for our lives–very different lives. Sometimes, late at night when my restless brain kitties were on a rampage, I wondered if our relationship would survive the different paths we were taking. Alas, that was a problem for future Ash. I had enough to deal with in the present. For instance, Trevor and I started sleeping full-time in Alejo’s bed.
There was no conscious decision about it, we just gravitated there over time. Alejo had the biggest bed and the biggest TV. He had the nicest, softest bedding. Most of the sex we had ended up in there and we fell asleep in Alejo’s bed afterwards. Alejo banished us to our room once, declaring that he needed his “alone time,” but we woke up later that same night as Alejo climbed into bed with us, grumbling about how he couldn’t sleep. He never kicked us out of his bed again.
Some nights Alejo made me his little spoon and others Trevor, with me as the littlest spoon in Trevor’s arms. We were like those Russian Matryoshka dolls –or maybe taco shells.
Sometimes I woke to Alejo holding me painfully tight and crying fitfully in his sleep. It broke my heart to listen so I gently woke him. He never seemed to remember why he was crying and we went back to sleep with both me and Trevor hugging him.
I wish I could say that we spent our days and nights fucking to exhaustion. There was some of that, sure, but more often than not we collapsed after work and fell asleep. When we had time off on the same day we used it to catch up on shopping and cleaning. We saved money by staying home to “Netflix and Chill” –yeah, I know what that means and yes, that was what happened nine times out of ten.
We often spent our time lounging on the bed, involved in our own little worlds. Trevor tapped away on his laptop and I drew on my digital pad. Alejo loved watching cooking shows, Spanish telenovelas, Bollywood spectacles, Chinese Wuxia flicks, and Korean Boy Love shows. One of us would pipe up now and then with a funny meme or an outrageous news story. I can’t explain it but even though we did different things I felt like we were enjoying time together.
Anyway, I wanted to have one night per week when we did something together (beyond sex). Trevor liked classic monster and horror films. I was a sci-fi nerd but I liked a good monster flick now and then. Alejo preferred gay content or just hot men to look at, so we found monster and horror movies featuring gay characters (or hot men). A few were seriously scary while the rest were unintentionally hilarious (sorry y’all but “Twilight” was just sad). We found this old show called “Dark Shadows” that we really got into. I also got Trevor and Alejo hooked on Channing Tatum’s “Step Up” series as well as “The Fast and the Furious” franchise. –Yeah, I know, not exactly sci-fi but come on, hot men dancing and racing cars, y’all.
Tonight, while watching a movie I felt fingers playing in the back of my hair. I looked over to see Alejo and Trevor slow-kissing. I still felt a twinge of inadequacy when I saw them, they were so goddamn gorgeous and so confident in their sexuality. I still found it amazing that they wanted me but I was not about to argue.
Alejo was the one playing in my hair and as I watched, he tugged the waistband of his sweatpants under his balls and waved his soft cock at me. I beamed at his unspoken request and deliberately held back, waiting until he sank his fingers into my hair and tugged insistently. It didn’t make any sense but I loved having my hair pulled. Trevor and Alejo knew and seized every opportunity to pull me into kisses or like now, a blow job.
Alejo rolled onto his back and shimmied out of his pants as I pulled them off. Trevor flashed a wolfish grin and kissed me while shedding his clothes. I tossed mine somewhere to the side while refusing to relinquish Trevor’s lips. Alejandro then pulled me by the hair for a dirty, open mouthed kiss. I ran my tongue over his sensual lips before diving inside to duel with his tongue. I was still new at kissing but he did not complain. He had other things in mind as he continued pulling my hair until I was face to face with his trouser snake.
His legendary length called to mind anacondas and pythons but at that moment Alejo’s cock mesmerized me like a cobra. Like that famous serpent, I peeled the hood from the head and a waft of salty skin, sweat, and pure sex hit my nose. My mouth watered with pavlovian anticipation as I took Alejo into my mouth. I sucked in the entirety of his soft, hot flesh until my cheeks bulged with him. Alejo rewarded me with a shiver and a deep, breathy moan.
I rolled his swelling meat on my tongue, laving it with my spit. I practiced swallowing it whole while Alejo lengthened and thickened down my throat. I felt his heart beating through veins running just under silky smooth skin. His shaft grew progressively thicker with every pulse of his heart until it stretched my lips thin. The taste of Alejo’s precum, his leche stoked the fire in my loins while I nursed on his spongy crown, craving every drop of leche directly from his balls.
Speaking of, I pulled on Alejo’s scrotum in a slow, milking gesture, his balls of such size as to fill my spread fingers. Fuck, what a virile man!
I knew how much I liked it so I lightly scratched Alejo’s ball sack and his taint with my nails. I smiled around his shaft as he twitched and growled with approval, pressing harder into my hand, demanding more. I looked up and watched as Trevor ground down on Alejo’s face until the latter’s chin rode up Trevor’s cleft. A steady stream of “shits” and “fucks” burbled past Trevor’s lips as Alejo tongue-fucked him.
By now Alejo’s cock towered from his lap, glistening with saliva, visibly throbbing with need. I held it in both hands savoring the heft of so much man meat. I swiped his sensitive crown with kittenish flicks of my tongue, then switched to drilling into his piss slit with my wriggling tip, grinning at how his cock lurched and spat more nectar for me to slurp.
Suddenly, Alejo pushed Trevor off and called for me to ride his tongue. Trevor knew what to do without instruction. He enjoyed my handiwork by taking Alejo’s beastly organ slowly up his rear passage. At the same time I straddled Alejo’s head.
I feared I might suffocate him but Alejo pulled me down to sit firmly on his face. I gasped immediately after as he kissed and licked my back entrance with the fervor of a starving man. My small erection drooled with excitement into his hair and onto his pillow.
“Oh, my god…!” My head lolled back as I moaned from the pit of my soul. Alejo knew exactly how to drive every coherent thought out of my fricking mind. Even my brain kitties were humping each other as he probed my tunnel with his tongue. He always knew when I neared climax and this time was no different. Alejo patted my thigh to get off so he could go back to rimming Trevor.
Meanwhile, I set the tip and wriggled back until Alejo’s cock rested balls deep inside my love tunnel. My Mexican lover planted his feet securely and began drawing and thrusting with a steady, powerful rhythm, stopping now and then to dig at my hole, twisting, grinding, mashing uncontrollably as if to ram every spare millimeter of his mastadonian meat into the pit of soul. I shoved back with equal abandon to help him do just that.
“Fuck!” Alejo spat a lusty snarl as he stabbed his lance to the heart of my being. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, Ash.” He huffed.
I could not get enough of Alejo’s cock. I entered a primal frenzy, no longer in control of my body. Instinct drove me to take Alejo as deeply as I possibly could. I ached for his manly essence. I craved his cum with snarling, atavistic, single-minded zeal. I needed him to fertilize my cells, to become an intrinsic, inseparable part of me. He hammered my ass with passion and yet it only fed my hunger.
I was close to gushing already with Alejo’s massive monster mashing my prostate but Trevor reached his peak first, spewing his creamy man milk down Alejo’s throat. Trevor recovered quickly and beckoned me to hop off but I shook my head fiercely, refusing to yield my prize. Alejo, similarly afflicted, latched onto my hip bones. He literally fucked the cum out of me in a pulse pounding, animalistic climax. Trevor jumped and greedily gulped down my frothy offering
“Oh, fuck–!” Alejo arched his back off the bed with me still riding high in his saddle. He growled through clenched teeth and his face contorted in excruciating ecstasy as he emptied his balls deep inside my core. Once finished, he flopped in a heap of spent, sweaty satisfaction with me stretched out on top of him, purring in contentment. Trevor sucked Alejo’s load from my channel, sucked Alejo’s cock clean, then kissed us, sharing the taste of our creamy loads. I bent and kissed the center of Alejo’s smooth chest. “Now, you’re part of me too! I’ll take care of you both.” Alejo beamed happily and hugged me close.
We licked up everything that remained, rewound the movie to where we left off, and then promptly fell asleep. So, our night doing something together had hot sex in it too. I was not about to complain.
–O–
We woke up at the same time every morning. Either Trevor and I toddled like ducklings behind Alejo as he went to the gym or Trevor needed a ride to work. My favorite reason for getting up at “O’Dark Thirty” was Alejo’s cooking. Trevor and I pitched in to help and we paid our share to keep Alejo supplied. He seemed to enjoy cooking for us and I liked seeing both of my men smile.
Both of my men. –Both. I had two boyfriends. Alejo never mentioned it but I hadn't seen him leave on a date or a hookup since I moved in. We never discussed it but we slept in the same bed, we fucked each other; hell, Trevor and I started keeping our toothbrushes in Alejo’s bathroom. He never uttered a peep of complaint beyond that one night he banished us from his bed. Alejo was way, way past being “just” a roommate or even a casual friend. I felt as deeply for him as I felt for Trevor. My brain kitties jumped as if someone touched their balls with an electrified wire. I settled into this new reality without once thinking about how unusual it was. I never sought permission either. I felt like such a creep.
Trevor stepped out one morning to get the car warmed up. I stopped Alejo as we started to follow Trevor. I drew him down to brush the hair from his eyes. I looked at him deeply and drew a finger back and forth between us. “Are ‘we’ okay?” I asked. Alejo frowned at the question.
“Shouldn’t we be?” He asked in response.
“It just hit me, we’ve been living like boyfriends for almost a month. We never discussed anything. Is this what you want?”
A warm smile dawned on his lips, “I appreciate your concern but you didn’t force or trick me into anything. As to whether we’re boyfriends–don’t overthink it. Let’s just enjoy what we have.”
I wanted to say more but he opened the door for me and we got to our day. My restless brain kitties pounced on what he said and I turned it over and over again in my head. The more I thought about it, the less satisfying his answer became. I needed to talk with someone not directly involved in what was going on, someone I trusted to be objective. I knew exactly who to go to but there was a problem.
I had been seeing Seth’s older brother, Brian Westin, weekly as a therapist since I moved to Phoenix but I never told him about what was going on with Trevor and Alejo. It was just too embarrassing but now I left myself no choice.
The next time I saw Brian I broke down and told him everything that happened since I left North Carolina. He listened quietly and only asked questions to make sure he understood everything clearly. My ears burned so hotly I feared I might spontaneously combust. I finished and an awkward silence filled the room. Brian sat with a thoughtful expression on his face but then he smiled. “I see why you need to talk, a lot has happened in just a few weeks. We aren’t going to be able to get to everything today but there is one thing you should know. Ash, I’m not here to pass moral judgment against you. I’m here to help you process these experiences and move forward with your life in a healthy, effective manner. The only one you’ve hurt by holding back is yourself. Let’s break down what we can. I’d like to start with Trevor. How did you feel when he said he was fine with you dating and exploring while being in a relationship with him?”
I squirmed, “Creepy.”
“Why creepy?” Brain frowned.
“It didn’t seem right. That isn’t how it’s supposed to work.”
“According to who?” he arched an eyebrow.
“I–” I thought about it. “Well, no one specifically but that isn’t how it works in just about everything I’ve seen and read.”
“So, let’s call that ‘Hollywood,’ the media.” Brian suggested. That made sense and he continued. “You said your father passed away?”
“Not long after I was born, yeah.”
“What about your mother, did she ever remarry or have boyfriends?” He asked.
“No, never.”
“So, you’ve never seen a normal, healthy relationship growing up. All you have to go by is what you’ve read in books or seen on TV and in movies, correct?”
“It sounds stupid when you put it that way.” I thought about it.
“Why is that?” He sat back.
“Well, everybody knows that you can’t go by what you see in movies or read in books. It’s all fake, it’s fantasy.”
“But that’s all you have, right? All relationships look different. What do you think a healthy relationship looks like?”
I thought about the question, “Well, I guess you support each other and encourage each other.”
“Do Trevor and Alejo support and encourage you?” Brian asked.
“Well, yeah,” I responded without even thinking... They both support me like no one else in my life ever has.”
“Well, that’s a good start. What else can you do to figure out what you want to expect from a relationship?”
I pondered, “Find out how it really works?”
“How can you do that?” Brian asked.
“I guess, talk to people I know who have good relationships. Maybe there are books and shows out there that have it right.”
Brian smiled, “I know of some reliable books you can read but it is better to see it and hear it first hand. Who do you know that has a great relationship? Something you’d like to have for yourself?”
That answer came to me easily, “Seth, I love his family!”
“I think so too. You think he might help?” Brian grinned.
“Yeah, maybe, especially now that he ain’t my therapist anymore. He can talk about his personal life.”
“That sounds like a good start but you should come up with others who might help just in case Seth doesn't feel comfortable talking about his private life.”
I left Brian with a head full of questions and ideas. My backups for if Seth didn’t want to talk were Max and Brody. If they didn’t feel comfortable I could turn to BA and Daddy James. They’ve been together longer than everybody I knew. Ms. Elkin was my last resort because I didn’t know her very well.
I also thought about how I judged what I had with Trevor and Alejo based on fantasy and fiction. I tossed out all of my doubt and misgiving immediately and chose to go by how the relationship worked for me. Based on that I had a great relationship!
I liked what we had. It felt right to me, natural. I think I understood what Alejo meant when he said not to overthink it, just enjoy what we had for as long as we had it.
Oh, and Seth was visiting with his family this weekend! I could ask him about having a great relationship then, how cool was that? Everything fell into place perfectly and I felt great! I couldn't wait for this weekend!
To be continued….
AUTHOR NOTE: No two intersex people are alike. Ash’s symptoms reflect the experience of one person save where mentioned.
SPECIAL NOTE: I write in an imaginary world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist. Sadly, they do in the real world. Stay safe. PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it.
