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
Seth and his family were coming into town this weekend to spend spring break with Scotty and Brad. They were throwing a party on Saturday to celebrate and we were going. I couldn’t wait to see my Village family from North Carolina.
Work was more stressful than usual this week. Our team was in danger of being late with one of our biggest accounts. I sat with my team leader Selma and my teammates Shea, Parker, Esteban, and Carla. We had a video conference with the Creative Director, Brody to discuss how to pick up our pace and meet our deadline. I felt responsible at first since they brought me in specifically to teach the team how to improve their quality. After some digging we settled on a culprit, our overall production quality was down. The account team had to reschedule repeatedly because the work supplied by our team had glaring errors, forcing us to redo work we finished already. That in turn led to delays. That let me off the hook personally but still, our team was responsible for the delay. I knew who was directly responsible, though.
Carla was the senior artist on the team. She was by far the fastest artist but she was also the messiest. Her numbers balanced out in the end but right now we needed everyone to tighten up and put in extra effort. Since my job was to help the team improve their quality, I approached Carla with some ideas. She didn’t take it well.
She gave me a condescending smile and a pat on the back. “Look, kid,” she kept her voice low so the others wouldn't overhear. “The others might call you ‘The Beast’ and ‘Golden Child’ but don’t let it go to your head. I’ve been here the longest and my production numbers are the highest on the team. In fact, I’m carrying your dead weight until you get up to speed. So, why don’t you run along back to your station and worry about your own numbers, hmm? The adults have work to do.”
I didn’t know what to say. Her words shocked me to my core. I thought we were a team. Weren't we supposed to help each other? She brushed me off and treated me like a child. It hurt but I was also PISSED! It proved difficult to finish my work that day but thankfully I pushed harder and did my best work to date. I refused to let Brody and the team down. I encountered another unexpected hassle on my way home from work.
My doctor left a message for me to call. We spoke as I sat in the car after work. I listened as she said something to the effect of, “I looked over your medical history and Klinefelter Syndrome is outside my area of expertise. I’m afraid you’ll have to find another physician to help you.”
“I understand, but I’m due for a prescription refill today. Can you cover that while I look for another doctor?”
“I don’t think that will be possible, I’m sorry.”
She didn’t even recommend other doctors who might help me which left me in a hell of a lurch.
I needed testosterone for more than sex. Testosterone interacted with nearly everything in my body. I needed it to maintain mental and emotional clarity and to keep my energy up, to keep up muscle strength and tone, just to name a few things off the top of my head. Every day that I went without it led to more severe symptoms. –Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
I had to find a doctor and fast but they were likely closed for the weekend. My best case scenario was to get in to see a doctor after work on Monday. I could handle going without for three days. It would be uncomfortable, but tolerable. I didn’t want to contemplate the worst case scenario.
Friday was my day to pick up Trevor from work since Alejo left for his second job at Jordy’s. My hunky boyfriend hopped into Yoda, my car (“Old green Jetta/Jedi” get it?) and gave me a peck on the lips. He saw that something was off right away. He closed his door and buckled up. “What’s wrong?”
I heaved a sigh in frustration and filled him in as we pulled into traffic.
“What the actual fuck” Trevor snapped after I finished. “All she had to do was copy the prescription that was already in your chart.”
“I don’t know and her reasoning won’t help me anyway.” I said as I cussed out a bitch that cut me off in traffic. “I have to find a doctor so I’m going to look as soon as we get home. Somebody must be open on Saturday.”
“I’ll give you a hand. It’s going to be okay.” Trev massaged the back of my neck soothingly. I rewarded him with a loud moan if appreciation.
“That feels so good, thank you. How was your day?” I asked as we sat at a stop light.
“Meh, it’s retail,” he said by way of explanation. He checked something on his phone and whooped in jubilation. “YES! PAYDAY!”
“That’s great!” I smiled.
“I know how I want to celebrate.” A roguish grin appeared on his lips. “Let’s get a day pass for The Resort.”
“Today, now?” I blinked in surprise.
“Why not? I’ve wanted to go since you told me about it. We’re off this weekend but Seth is here tomorrow and that will take up the whole weekend. If we’re going, it has to be tonight.”
“What about Alejo?” I glanced his way as I made a turn.
“Let’s find out.” He texted Alejo, who jumped at the idea. “He promised to meet us there after his shift at Jordy’s.”
We stopped at the apartment to pick up a few things and change into our swimsuits. I was still unsure of the skimpy thing Alejo and Trevor picked out for me at Neiman Marcus.
It was a beautiful Lycra bikini, coral red in color, with a pearlescent scale print that shimmered in the light. I liked that it accentuated my ass but it was much more revealing than what I typically wore. Thankfully, it was not a thong like what Alejo preferred. Alejo and I picked out a deep cobalt bikini for Trevor that shone like crushed velour. It was criminal to wear these beautiful suits only to shuck them at the first opportunity but that was the plan.
We “prepared” in the event that Alejo got frisky (for me it was in case Trevor AND Alejo got frisky), grabbed something to eat on the go, and made a beeline for The Resort.
I was excited! Nothing was spoken but Alejo and Trevor had been steadily pushing me out of my comfort zone since I asked for their help weeks ago. The last “push” was risky frottage in a public swimming pool. What were my lovers going to try here, where public sex was allowed with a ready audience?
Why did I have to leave it up to them? I thought to myself. I can do this myself. They were only helping me push my limits.
Trevor and I changed and picked up a couple of drinks before walking out to the pool area. I was surprised to see quite a few men at this hour. A few wore swimsuits but most went nude. I didn’t want to look but I could not help but peek from the corners of my eyes. There were so many men of varying ages, sizes, and ethnicities. Most were fit, some were hung nicely. I noted a few couples but most seemed to be there alone or maybe with friends.
I felt eyes on me from the moment we stepped into the open. I wanted to cringe and cover up but no, I was here to break that habit. I took a deep breath and walked like how I wanted to feel, like the most beautiful, desirable person there. I took Trevor by the hand for support and he squeezed.
As expected Trevor enjoyed the attention we drew. He strutted like he knew what everyone wanted and he had it. I showed him the gorgeous, panoramic view of the desert from the atrium. I pointed out Kevin’s house in the far distance as we took in the brilliant sunset. We stood there basking in the view for a while but sounds caught my attention from behind. I turned and froze.
One of the men in the pool sat up on the side. He propped on his elbows, his head lolling back. He moaned while gripping the hair of a companion, pulling his head deeper into his lap. The companion sucked his partner’s cock in full view of everyone. I buried my eyes in Trevor’s neck. I felt heat rush from my head to toe in embarrassment.
“Go ahead, watch,” Trevor tugged me by the chin until our eyes met. “Remember the guy at the rest stop? These guys like to be watched. It’s okay.”
I pulled his arms around me while I peeked at the action at the pool. Then it occurred to me. “That is what you want to do tonight?” He squeezed me tight.
“If you’re up for it, yeah.” He said. I looked up and saw he was watching the guys having sex with avid interest.
“You’d go right up and join them, wouldn’t you?” I shook my head, smiling.
“Hell yeah! But another time. Alejo will be here soon. Speaking of, we’d better find a place to sit.”
We found a trio of lounge chairs with a great view of the pool as well as the windows. I took a deep breath and wiggled out of my suit, making sure not to look at the crowd. Trevor shucked his bikini with a flourish, stretched mightily to show off, scratched his balls while facing the crowd, then flopped into his seat with a shit-eating grin. He was clearly enjoying this opportunity to strut his stuff for an appreciative public.
“Sit,” he directed me to sit on a chair corner while he massaged suntan oil into my back. I closed my eyes and focused on his big, strong hands. I relaxed and soon peeped around. A few guys watched us intently. A couple looked ready to eat us alive. I shivered at that. Trevor had to be the one drawing their attention. I could not possibly inspire that kind of reaction in men.
I took my turn rubbing oil into Trevor’s broad back. While not as toned as Alejo, my boyfriend had a good, solid build born of hard work. I made love to him with my hands and smiled as he purred in gratitude. We oiled each other from the front and worked our way down until we slowly stroked each other’s erection.
My ears and cheeks burned with embarrassment. I resisted the urge to run and hide. I had nothing to feel ashamed of. This was a safe space where this kind of behavior was allowed–appreciated even. Branding words like “whore,” “slut,” and “pervert” lashed my resolve mercilessly. I fought, not to prove those words wrong but to prove that I was in command. I refused to let these mindless, faceless whispers control what I did or how I felt about myself.
“There you are!”
I sat bolt upright with a gasp. Alejo stood next to me wearing nothing but a smile. He looked at what we were doing “I see you got started without me.”
“Just getting warmed up.” Trev leaned back to give Alejo –as well as everyone watching– a prime view of his glistening hardon. I wrapped an arm around Alejo’s leg and he responded by sinking his fingers into my hair, giving it a luxurious tug. I purred lustily as my scalp tingled. I looked up at his sexy smile.
“Let’s take this to the hot tub.” He led us beyond the pool to a hot tub big enough to seat ten. It was empty at present so we got comfortable.
I squealed loudly when I sat down. The guys looked amused and concerned so I lowered my voice to explain. “The bubbles tickle! I’ve never sat in a hot tub naked before! Actually, I have never been in a hot tub at all.”
“Spread your legs and let the bubbles touch your asshole. It’s almost as good as getting rimmed.” Trevor slid down in his seat in a telling manner.
I looked and Alejo had done the same thing. I cautiously followed suit until I felt suddenly overcome with effervescent ecstasy. I experienced what it must have felt like to squat in a tub full of steamy hot Alka-Seltzer. The guys chuckled at the noises I made but I didn’t care. I never wanted to move from this spot for the rest of my days.
“This is entirely too indecent to be legal.” I sank down until only my head was above the water line. It was then that I sensed two sets of hands slide into my lap.
One set took my cock and balls in hand and pumped. That sensation on top of the bubbles tore a low gurgle of approval from my lips.
The second set of hands probed into my greasy channel with bubbles and heat chasing digits as they dug into my body. My breath caught in my throat. The pleasure was so far beyond my experience that I could not express it. I lost track of time until “My turn!” Trev chirped. I wobbled back into consciousness and gave unto Trevor what was Trevor’s.
I greatly enjoyed the sounds and faces he made as Alejo and I manipulated him. When Alejo’s turn arrived he surprised me by sitting up on the side of the tub. He took his pulsing cock in hand and beckoned us. That drew me up short.
So far everything we did was concealed by rolling, bubbling water. Alejo now sat on the side of the tub in full view of spectators. This would not be like the rest stop where Trevor and I risked getting caught. There was an eager audience waiting to watch our every move. This would be my biggest push out of my comfort zone to date. I took a deep breath and put the people out of mind. Trevor gave me a goofy grin and nodded toward Alejo’s dripping monument. I read his expression. What are you waiting for? What indeed? I nodded my readiness and Trevor and I lunged for the prize.
“Oh, yeah!” Alejo spread his legs wide in a beatific benediction. We kissed and sucked every inch of his tumescent lance until our lips met on top of Alejo’s spongy glans. We kissed with Alejo’s tip drooling between us. It was so fucking hot!
Trevor next showed his experience by sucking our shared lover’s cock to the root. I busied myself by sucking Alejo’s balls. I could only fit one testicle into my mouth at a time so I made each pass count, coaxing his leche, his cock milk, to rise higher, testing his power of control. I probed at his anterior entrance with a wriggling digit and he let me in with a grunt. I searched until I found the tiny, walnut-shaped prostate gland, that little bundle of nerves that made the world of men go round.
“Fuck–!” Alejo shouted harshly then seemed to melt into my palm as I teased his prostate. Between sucking his balls, working his love nut, and Trevor sucking out Alejo’s soul through his thick, meaty straw, our shared lover lost his cool quickly. He yanked us back by the hair, panting for breath. “Not yet,” he insisted. I gave Trevor the side-eye, he gave me the same, we prepared, as one mind, to pounce, determined to make the “master of all things sex” (as he liked us to think) come unglued like an amateur. Alejo must have suspected us, as he engaged in a classic but effective strategy, “divide and conquer.”
He called me out of the hot tub to stand next to him. I watched plaintively while Alejo fed Trevor his cock. I wondered what he was up to until Alejo turned and sucked my cock down to the balls in one gulp.
“OH, SHIT!” I swore in abject surprise as Alejo did things with his tongue that drove me out of my fricking mind. Forget tying cherry stems on TikTok, he tied my cock into a Gordian Knot with adroit flicks and twists of his tongue.
It amazed me that Alejo sucked me. My cock worked as designed but bordered on tiny. I didn’t take hormones soon enough to grow normally. My balls were worse. It took an ultrasound to locate my nuts (each was around two centimeters in diameter). They shrank more after taking testosterone but I didn’t have much of a choice. My male hormone level was two parts per million, functionally nonexistent.
I found the small size of my cock embarrassing and counted myself lucky to have missed out on changing in the locker room in high school. I doubted I could top a guy at all and resigned myself early on that I was permanently a receiver in the bedroom. I just assumed no one would want to bother with my cock and ignored it. Alejo proved me wrong in the best way.
I couldn’t help myself, the sensations in my loins drove me to stand on the tips of my toes. I uttered sounds of inarticulate rapture. Alejo seemed quite content with humming around my weeping stalk, sucking and slapping my glans on his cheek, then his tongue. All the while, he palmed my taint with his free hand and sank two fingers into my hole where he wrecked my prostate gland. I lost all capacity to think. Alejo reduced me to a babbling puddle of “want” and I hoped it never ended.
“Yeah!” Trevor broke through my lusty fog. He pulled off Alejo’s pole just in time to greet the pressure sprayer of sperm. Alejo jerked and grunted around my rod as he hosed down Trevor's face with protein. That tripped my trigger and I gushed down Alejo’s throat. Trevor jumped out of the hot tub in time to pump his rich, creamy offering down Alejo’s throat to mix with mine.
I cooled down, savoring the buzzy afterglow when I heard Alejo. “Trev, I think we can work another load out of Ash.”
I looked just in time to see Trevor’s wicked grin. “You know, I think you’re right.”
My two lovers then backed me until I lay on a nearby lounge chair. Alejo pushed my thighs back where he engaged me in ass-to-mouth resuscitation. Trevor planted his face in my lap and destroyed my composure without mercy. I stood no chance against their combined assault on my senses. Eventually I arched my back and with a shout, fed my lovers a frothy milkshake.
We lay curled together, our chests heaving, and I long ago lost any interest in the audience. No one interrupted, cops did not break down the door to cart us away. All was good in the world. I survived!
We dragged off to shower and returned sometime later to a shock I was not expecting.
“HEY GUYS!”
I froze stock still as my gut plunged into a glacial chill. No. No… no, no, no! It can’t be! It’s not possible!
There, across the pool waving his arms crazily was Zach Westin-Hall, smoking hot and VERY naked husband of my former therapist and much loved inspiration in life, Seth. The very same Seth that hastily covered his lap with a towel while seated beside Zach. As if that was not enough, Zach’s yell drew all eyes to us. I stood literally in the spotlight of public attention.
Trevor whipped his head around to face me and blurted in hilarity, “Whoops! BUSTED!”
I felt as if I watched from afar as my body followed my guys over to greet our Village family. Seth and Zach were still young, not yet 30 as I recalled. They were like family to me. Seth’s guidance kept me from dashing on the rocks of calamity. His approval let me know I was on the right path in life. Having him here, now–well, maybe they didn’t see anything. I held my breath as Zach shook hands with Alejo and Trevor.
“Well, fancy meeting y’all here” Zach said in a sing-song voice and a shit eating grin, a Southern twang evident in his voice.
“Seth and Zach, it’s good to see you” Alejandro said as he extended his hand and shook Zach’s.
“What are you guys doing here?” Trevor asked with surprise. I pulled my towel tighter around my waist. I had to say something. I couldn’t let them see the cyclone of anxiety twisting inside me. Seth looked like how I felt and I was responsible for it. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and pull a rock in after me.
“Um hi,” I managed to choke out. “I didn’t expect to see you guys until tomorrow.”
“We’re just kicking back after a long trip,” Seth replied. Then, with a little scoff of judgment added, “Well, I was going to ask how the three of you were getting along, but I think I got my answer earlier.” I wanted to cry as Zach snickered.
They saw and Seth looked sick. Oh, my god. Oh, my god, oh, my god.
Alejo laughed, followed by Trevor, “Oh, so you were here for the show?”
How could they be so casual about this? Zach too! I wailed inside. Didn’t they see what this was doing to Seth? What in the actual fuck was wrong with them?
“So, are you guys coming to Kev and Randy’s tomorrow night?” Zach thankfully changed the subject.
I had to know. I had to know how bad this was. I pushed words past my lips. “Yeah, I’m excited to see Izzy and the kids.”
“Yeah, just don’t kiss her… I know where that mouth has been” Zach joked much to Alejo and Trevor’s delight. He had no idea how much he just twisted the knife in my gut but then, maybe he did. I wanted to kneecap all three assholes for acting like insensitive, unfeeling jerks.
I tuned out for the rest of the conversation. I barely remembered dressing and climbing into the car. I started the engine and sat there, taking deep breaths to calm down.
“Babe, are you okay?” Trevor looked worried. –too little, too late. I seethed. I could barely manage words when I spoke.
“Do. Not. Talk to me.” I spat in his direction and he looked stricken. We had never fought before. This was new for both of us.
We drove home in silence. Alejo’s car was already parked by the time we arrived. I walked up the stairs and entered alone. I turned left into my room, closed, then locked the door. I went into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and then the dam of emotion broke.
To be continued in part 2 tomorrow!
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.
