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.
Trevor
Visiting Seth and his family this weekend was great but it meant more to Ash and Alejandro than to me. I owed Seth and The Village for helping me get on my feet after my parents kicked me out but I didn’t know them very well. I had more fun tag-teaming with Alejo to seduce those hot older guys Alex and Adam, collectively known as the A’s (1). I could tell they were very interested in hooking up but that Latino queen, Mauricio butted in and broke up our little party. What the fuck? That pissed me off for the rest of the night but Ash seemed relieved, understanding even. “To them we’re family,” he explained quietly. “They’re like our big brothers. It would be creepy to hook up with them.”
Yeah, okay, I saw Ash’s point but goddamn, there were So. Many. Men! Every one of them hot as hell. Fuck! I couldn’t play with anybody else so I spent the rest of my time getting my roommates hot and bothered. By the time we got home I saw that intense gleam in Alejo’s eye. He was ready to tear my ass up!
Meanwhile, Ash squirmed and giggled when I trapped them in my arms outside the apartment door. I growled into their neck and twisted their nipples through their shirt. I loved the way he laughed, equal parts innocent little angel and wicked little slut. Alejo shook his head, smiling at us as he unlocked the door and led the way inside. I knew what -or “who”- was coming as soon as I locked the door behind us. My hard work teasing my roommates was about to pay off.
Alejo sauntered down the hall ahead of us, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake until my eyes feasted on his godly bronze backside. My cock twitched with anticipation when he stopped in the living room and stretched in all his naked, Latino glory. I stopped to marvel at the broad planes of muscle that defined Alejo’s back. My gaze then slid down his spine to rest on the meaty globes of his ass. I looked over to see that Ash was mesmerized by the sight. I saw that we weren’t going to make it to the bedroom and shed my clothes on the spot.
I shivered as Ash devoured the sight of my body with their eyes. I preened at that. My body was nowhere close to Alejo’s perfection but I was proud of my well-toned surfer/skateboarder physique. Sadly, Ash looked painfully self-conscious about their body. He stripped slowly and averted their gaze. He was only 5’2” (172 cm), slender and delicate with a comparatively small dick and no balls to speak of but he had so much more going for them.
I ached to run my fingers through Ash’s soft, coppery red hair. I itched to caress their smooth, porcelain pale skin. Ash’s long, slender neck begged to be touched. Broad shoulders and a snatched little waist gave them a classic male shape but their hips and legs demanded my full attention. I preferred to bottom during sex but my dick drooled for Ash’s ass. He combined the best features of a man and a woman into an irresistible little package.
Ash blushed prettily as I watched them disrobe. I did not have to look to know that Alejo watched too. If anything, he fell deeper under Ash’s spell than I did.
Alejo offered each of us a hand and silently pulled us into his embrace, where he took turns kissing us. I bent to kiss Ash too, shivering with excitement as our bodies touched. Our kisses deepened as our bodies grew hotter, hungrier.
We followed as Alejo sat back on the couch and spread his legs invitingly. I latched on to one of his nipples with my lips and teased it into a hard nub jutting from his chest. I looked across as Ash accomplished much the same. Our eyes met and Ash broke into a bashful little smile and hid their face in Alejo’s armpit. I laughed as he caught a whiff of Alejo’s manly fragrance. Ash’s big blue eyes shot round with surprise, as if he never considered a man’s pits as sexually arousing. He then dove in to sniff and lick with the fervor of a prize winning hog hunting truffles.
“Oh, you like that?” Alejo moaned deeply. His eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as Ash rooted under his arm. He went on to raise his big, strong arms and laced his fingers behind his head. I could not pass up an opportunity like that and joined Ash in lapping up Alejo’s man sweat. I was already horny but Alejo’s pheromones drove me crazy!
Shit, speaking of crazy, Ash was gone. He graduated from licking and sniffing to wallowing like a cat in nip. He rubbed their face in Alejo’s armpit, then their hair. I didn’t blame them. Alejo smelled like the pure, distilled essence of sex and I huffed his scent like glue. My dick grew so damn hard it hurt.
“Fuck,” Alejo purred at the unexpected pleasure we gave him. After a time he grew restless and reached for his hardon.
I slapped his hand away, “That’s ours, no touchy!”
“Then get busy, boy!” He pushed my head into his lap. I dropped to my knees on the floor but looked up just in time to see Ash grow conscious of how he must have looked.
He yanked back with their face wrought with embarrassment, “I'm sorry!”
Alejo cupped Ash’s cheek with a tender smile, “why are you sorry? I liked it. Go back to it if you want but it smells better down there.” He gently guided Ash down beside me. He looked skeptical, as if waiting for the punch line of the joke until he caught his first whiff of Alejo’s crotch. Their eyes lit with excitement and he dove straight in to sniff and lick under Alejo’s balls. The big stud propped his feet on the coffee table and opened his legs wider to give Ash access.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Alejo threw back his head as Ash zeroed in on his twitching asshole.
“A fetish is born,” I chuckled to myself and got back to work pleasing Alejo’s dick.
Ash sat on the floor in the middle with Alejo’s balls riding across the bridge of their nose. I climbed up beside him with my elbows resting on Alejo’s thighs. I pried his steely hard dick off of his belly and watched, entranced as runnels of clear precum wept from his slit and pooled in his belly button. I lapped it up noisily and followed the salty sweet taste to the source. I kissed the crown of his organ, savoring as it twitched between my lips and spat fresh juice for me to drink. I peeled Alejo’s foreskin back from the glistening head slowly as I worked more of his fleshy crown into my mouth. Alejo rewarded me with a full body shiver and a throaty moan. I smiled inwardly as he sank his fingers in my hair and pushed down.
His titanic dick slid across my tongue, probing ever deeper inside my throat. It grew thicker with every centimeter that sank past my lips until it pushed past my windpipe. The base stretched my lips tight around his girth and my chin rested in his pubic thatch. I took full measure of Alejo’s manhood as his heart beat rhythmically in my throat. I opened my eyes and met Ash’s gaze.
My pretty boyfriend looked up as I faced down, each of us gorging on Alejo’s flesh. Ash peeked over our Latino lover’s ball sack. I smiled inside at their eyes, glassy with lust. They crinkled at the corners and I knew he was grinning at me. I imagined I looked ridiculous with nearly a foot of man meat prying my jaws apart. Ash let Alejo’s balls fall so he could rub them lovingly with his cheek. He then brushed my hair back and placed a kiss on my forehead. We communicated so much love in what amounted to a few seconds of time. I ran out of breath, so I swallowed Alejo’s dick, squeezing him tightly and massaging his shaft with my throat before pulling off of him.
“Shit, that feels good!” Alejo pushed his hips off from the couch in his excitement. I rested on my knees and caught my breath with my eyes watering and spit glistening on my chin. Ash leaned over and we kissed, sharing Alejo’s taste between us. We then went back at it, spending the next while driving Alejo out of his fucking mind. He finally reached the point of sexual detonation when he hastily pushed us away.
“My turn,” Alejo and I traded places. He went down on me while Ash buried their face in my ass. I tried with all my might to last but my lovers worked me to the brink of climax quickly. Alejo pulled back at the last second, leaving me teetering on the brink of release, sweaty, and out of breath.
“Your turn,” Alejo kissed Ash but he begged off.
“I think I’ll watch,” he said as he climbed onto the love seat. Alejo flicked me a look of surprise and I understood why. I’d never known Ash to pass on sex. He was as much of a cock hound as I was.
“Are you sure?” I asked but Ash only smiled.
“Yeah, I’m sorry but it has been a long day and I’m kind of tired.”
I didn’t want to leave Ash out of the fun but I liked having an avid audience. Alejo fed me his cock and we put on a hell of a show. I worked the sexy Latino stud into a sexual froth until he seized my head, rammed his dick down my throat, and blew his load straight into my stomach. He then pushed me back onto the sofa and sucked my future generations out of my balls with the gusto of a French Quarter whore. We kissed afterward, sharing my creamy load between us. I turned to kiss Ash in turn but he was out cold on the couch. I swallowed as Alejo looked on with confusion mixed with alarm. He beckoned me silently into his room where he closed the door quietly.
“What’s up with Ash?” He asked in a hushed voice.
I told him how Ash was late taking their hormone shot, about how their doctor dumped them without warning and refused to refill their prescription. “He’s going to call around on Monday and find another doctor” I finished.
“That sucks,” Alejo summed up the situation. “How bad is he going to get before this is over?”
“It depends on how fast he sees a doctor. He mentioned a few of the symptoms, low energy was one. Moodiness, depression, poor focus and concentration were others. There were more but I lost track after ‘impotence and no interest in sex.’”
“Fuck,” Alejo looked worried. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“He didn’t want to spoil the party for you. We planned to tell you tonight.” I nodded toward where Ash slept in the living room. “He ran out of gas first.”
“He needs testosterone, right? The same thing athletes juice on?” Alejo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I got the ampoule out of the other bathroom and let him read the label.
“What are you thinking?” I finally asked.
“I can’t promise anything but I can ask around at the gym. Nobody admits to juicing but somebody might help after they hear what I need it for.”
“Alejo, don’t,” I pleaded. “Ash will get to a doctor in time.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said about the last doctor” he pointed out succinctly. He then shook his head. “Come on, let’s get him –fuck, them to bed.”
Monday
Ash
I slept through Sunday and still felt exhausted when I woke up this morning for work. The guys were so worried about me. I hated to trouble them but it felt good knowing they cared.
Trevor canceled gym day for both of us so that I had time to sleep in. He drove me to work and kept my car, Yoda, with the idea of picking me up after work. None of us trusted me behind the wheel in my condition. I struggled to focus on my work. I could not afford to use sick days so soon after getting hired, so I pushed through as best I could.
I called several doctors during my lunch break and the earliest one could fit me in was a week from tomorrow. My gut twisted in knots at that news.
“I need to see the doctor as soon as possible,” I stressed to the receptionist. “I’ve already gone too long without medication.”
“We can put you on the list in case there is a cancellation” she offered.
“Please,” I confirmed before hanging up. I took stock of my situation.
I had to hang on for eight days. I kept a physical copy of my medical records so I did not have to be diagnosed with Klinefelter Syndrome all over again. That left blood tests to check my hormone levels, which took about a week. After that the doctor would either prescribe testosterone or they would refer me to a specialist. If I had to go to a specialist, that meant another waiting list, probably another week. At least my blood work would be current–unless the private care doc missed a test the specialist needed.
Fuck.
I didn’t need this. I already felt like I waded through molasses to get anywhere. My thoughts felt gummed up too. It took an effort of will to keep from snapping at the receptionist or breaking down crying in the break room. What was I going to be like in 15 days or 22 or 29? It didn’t matter. I was going to make it. I had to.
Friday
Shea
I glanced up at my lock screen on the monitor. An oval portrait of my frizzy blond curls, plump red cheeks, pasty white skin and freckles, button nose, and pointy little chin beamed at me. God, I needed to update my work photo. At least my smile was nice. Thank Mom and Dad for getting me braces. I looked nothing like my superhero alter ego, Rogue. The Marvel mutant heroine soared into the sky with one fist raised defiantly next to my photo.
Each member of the art team picked a member of the X-Men and ever after that became our nickname during team building events. It was a fun idea, another reason, one of many, to love my job. My gaze flicked to the digital nameplate above my photo: “Shea McDaniels, Production Specialist.” My title was a little cheesy but the Agency treated every employee as something special. Some days I pinched myself for landing a dream job at the most prestigious advertising agency in the state doing a job I loved. Unfortunately, that dream job involved use of temperamental technology. Today’s tantrum: the printer didn’t recognize my computer on the network. I made my way to Selma’s office to tell her about it when I noticed something weird.
The new kid, Asher, sat at the work station next to mine. He started as a gopher and finishing artist for the Creative Lead, Brody, who worked remotely in Wilmington, North Carolina. Ash’s work wowed everyone here. I knew what was coming when he flew out to meet the team in person. His work wowed everyone here. I knew what was coming when he flew out from Wilmington to meet the team in person. Asher was shorter than I expected but just as cute as their picture. He kept glancing at my intersex pin and I got a hunch he was family. I was right and we struck up a friendship during their visit (he used he/they pronouns).
As I suspected, the Agency promoted them and paid Asher to move out to sunny Arizona. I took them under my wing to show them the ropes around the job. Asher had an amazing work ethic so imagine my surprise when I saw them asleep at their work station. I approached Ash with a smile and lowered my voice. “Rough night?”
My smile fell when he did not answer. “Asher,” I shook them gently with no response. It felt like my stomach fell into my feet when he failed to react to more forceful attempts to get their attention. I hustled to Selma’s office and rapped frantically on her door frame.
“Selma, something is wrong with Asher.”
“What do you mean?” Her brow furrowed with concern as she climbed to her feet.
“I found them asleep at their station. He is breathing but he won’t answer me.”
She joined me at Ash’s station where she gently pulled them to sit back. “Asher, are you alright?”
She jumped back, startled by what she saw. Asher’s face and neck were deep red in color, as if he suffered from a severe sunburn. He sweated profusely, barely conscious. Their shirt was soaked through with sweat.
“Asher, can you hear me?” Selma felt their forehead and took their pulse.
“M’sorry,” he slurred groggily. Selma asked a few questions but none of Asher’s answers made any sense. Selma asked the two guys on the team, Wes and Esteban to join us.
“He isn’t safe in this chair. Can you move him to the couch in the break room while I call an ambulance?”
I jumped nervously as Ash hissed loudly, “it HURTS! Oh, God, it hurts!”
“What happened?” Selma frowned.
“We just took his arms to help him walk.” Esteban shrugged, his face wrought with worry.
“Asher, what hurts?” Selma helped them look into her eyes.
“Hurts t’touch me.”
“We have to move you, Asher. It’s going to hurt, I’m sorry, but hang on. It’ll be over soon.”
“M’kay.”
Esteban and Wes helped them stand. Ash wept fitfully as they led them away. “Don’t fire me, please! I’ll be good! I pr’mse!”
“I’m going to call an ambulance, you two can return to work.” Selma pinched the bridge of her nose, probably thinking about who else she needed to call.
Meanwhile, Carla watched everything with crossed arms and a dry smirk. She snorted at Selma, “Aren’t you overreacting? It’s obvious he is hungover. Just write him up and let him sleep it off in the breakroom.”
“I know you have work to do.” Selma glared until Carla rolled her eyes and walked away.
“He doesn't look hungover to me and I’ve seen my share of hangovers.” I whispered to Selma.
“His pulse is racing and he has a high fever. I don't know what to make of the pain but alcohol doesn’t do that.” She said on her way back to her office. She looked at me “You did all you could, Shea. It’s up to the paramedics now.”
“Yes, ma’am, but I’d like to ride in the ambulance with Ash. He has no family but he knows me.”
“Alright, go keep them calm until the EMTs arrive. Oh, and tell Carla I’d like a word with her.”
“Sure thing, boss!” I was so glad to be out of the room when that flight started. There was a reason why Selma was nicknamed “Storm.”
Seth
The plane landed in Wilmington, it was good to be home. I switched my phone off airplane mode as we walked through the airport. When we got to baggage claim, Max and Brody were there with the twins to greet Teddy, and to meet Max’s family who had flown in to meet the twins. It was chaotic, I looked at my phone and noticed I had a voicemail, I took a quick minute from the chaos to listen. An unfamiliar woman spoke. “Hello, this message is for Mr. Seth Westin-Hall. My name is Beverly at Banner University Medical Center. We have a patient in our emergency room, Asher Morrison, who listed you as his emergency contact. Please call us back when you get this message” and she left her number.
Oh my God, Asher was in the hospital? We had just seen him a couple of days before and he looked fine other than being embarrassed as hell for being caught making out with his two boyfriends at The Resort. I called the number immediately.
“Hi, I’m trying to reach Beverly, this is Seth Westin-Hall returning her call” I said to the man who answered the phone. He paged her for me, after about a minute she picked up the line.
“This is Beverly, is this Mr. Westin-Hall?” The calming voice asked.
“Yes. This is he, I got your message. Asher’s in the hospital? What happened?” I asked still in disbelief.
“Emergency personnel responded to a call of a possible heart attack at Mr. Morrison’s place of employment. He was awake and responsive at the time of treatment. He arrived here safely where our doctors are seeing him now. If you have time to answer a few questions we could use your help.”
“Absolutely, whatever I can do to help” I responded, already making a plan of attack in my head. I needed to call Trevor and Alejandro, maybe Brian could go check on him.
“We don’t have Asher in our system currently. Can you tell me if he saw a physician in the last 90 days?”
“Yes. He just moved from North Carolina, I run a small not-for-profit and Asher was a client. My colleague helped him get insurance and find a doctor, he can probably get you some more specific information.”
“That would help a lot. Do you know if Asher suffered a fall or an accident in the last 90 days?”
“Not that I’m aware of. I was just in Phoenix and saw him a few days ago, he seemed fine.”
“Thank you. Do you know if Asher now or in the past used tobacco or recreational drugs or if he is taking any medications, maybe for an illness or pain?” She asked.
Oh my god, Seth you fucking idiot, I thought to myself. “Asher has Klinefelter Syndrome, he’s intersex and takes testosterone shots regularly” I blurted out. Why did it take me so damn long to come out with that information.
Beverly paused, “Do you know when his last testosterone shot was?
“Probably before he moved like a month ago” I said.
“Thank you, Mr. Westin-Hall. I need to get a note to the doctor. Can you please have your colleague call me with any information he may have on Mr. Morrison’s physician and medications?”
“Absolutely, I’ll reach out to him now. Can you please keep me posted on Asher’s condition?”
“I don’t have a status on his condition yet, but feel free to call me at any time or look for Asher on our interactive website. Give us about an hour or so to do some more assessments.”
“I will. Thank you for calling.” I hung up, then took a deep breath and called Rodney, I filled him in him on what I had learned, of course he knew who Asher’s doctor was and when he had his last testosterone shot. Rodney did everything he could to make sure Ash got the help he needed. I gave him Beverly’s number and he promised to contact her. Next I called Trevor to let him know.
To be continued….
(1) Learn more about Alex and Adam .
AUTHOR NOTE: No two intersex people are alike. Ash’s symptoms reflect the experience of one person save where listed.
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.
