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
One never knows how much he will miss having testosterone until it’s gone. My blood test showed that I had zero in my system and boy, did and I feel it. I spent the weekend drifting in and out of sleep. My muscles felt so weak that I quivered while lying still. I barely made it to the bathroom to pee. If only that was the worst of it. I swung between suicidal apathy and pointless rage without rhyme or reason. I tried to hide from the guys to spare them from my drama but they didn’t let me. I cussed them out for being idiots, then thanked them and cried my eyes out in embarrassment.
Alejo and Trevor were so worried and I apologized so much that they finally told me to shut up (well, Trevor actually told me to shut the fuck up). I just–I hated scaring them. It hurt my heart to see them upset. At least we knew that none of my symptoms threatened my life. My sanity–that was another matter.
I now lay naked in the arms of two of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. Trevor lay nude and sleeping against my back, his hot breaths fanning the back of my neck, his arm draped possessively about my waist, and his big, fat cock slotted in my ass cleft. Meanwhile, I pillowed my head on a sleeping Alejo’s bare chest. I sniffed my Mexican lover’s pre-shower armpit as he wrapped his big, strong arm around my shoulders. I drew my leg up and over his meaty thigh, my knee nudging a fuzzy ballsack better suited to a randy beast like a horse. I brushed his areola gently with a thumb, marveling over how a scrawny little orphan like me ended up in bed every night with men like this. Trevor and Alejo were the stuff of wild sexual fantasies.
And they were mine.
I remembered very clearly when a moment like this drove me wild with a need to fuck them both but my body lay as limp as an overcooked noodle. I felt trapped inside my skull, rattling the bars of my mental cage, screaming to get out, to get my life back. It was one thing when I had no idea what I was missing but I knew it now. It drove me stark raving crazy!
Monday morning came around and the guys didn’t want to leave me alone. I pushed them to go to work, pointing out how none of us could afford to take too much time off, especially Trevor since he only just started his job a few weeks ago.
“Alright but you’d better call if you need us,” Trevor looked to Alejo, I think to make sure they were aligned in their thinking. More and more Trevor said “us” and “we”, seeing Alejo as a full partner in our relationship instead of our roommate-with-benefits. Alejo nodded, accepting this change in our status quo without question. I smiled and promised, once more counting my blessings to have men like them. Most people were lucky to meet one person in life to love, I somehow met two. Don’t pinch me, I don’t want to wake from this dream.
After they left, I called Selma, my boss at the agency. I told her about the doctor visit, about how my prescription sat in the damn pharmacy while the insurance company argued with the doctor. She echoed what several others said. “Talk with HR, they’ll take care of it for you.”
“Thanks but what about work ‘til then? We can’t fall behind! You guys have been so good to me. I feel like I'm letting you down.”
“You aren’t any better than you were last Friday?”
“No, ma’am,” I reported glumly. “I have lucid moments like now but I’m so weak I can barely hold my head up.”
“I see,” she paused. “You still have everything from when you worked remotely from North Carolina, right? If you feel able you can log in and work from home.”
I brightened right up. “Yeah, I do! I'll log in first thing!”
She chuckled, “Call HR next! Your health is more important. Come back soon, Asher.”
“Thank you, Selma.” She was the best boss in the whole world; well, next to Brody (1). I felt like I was still part of the Village. Well, I kinda was! Seth’s family runs the agency and they inspired him to create the Village.
I called HR and told them everything. To my surprise they already knew. Shea went in this morning and chewed their ears off about my condition. She reminded them that the insurance company did the same thing to her a few years ago and what HR did about it. They were ready when I called and got right to work. I texted Shea with a string of heart emojis, I was so happy! She texted back a laughing smiley, a hug smiley, then the intersex flag. Shea was the best! I really wasn’t alone in the world anymore and it felt so good. I cried again but this time I was okay. I was better than okay for the first time in a while.
I didn't know anything about this until much later. I’m adding it here– well, you’ll understand why when you read it. –Ash
Kevin Nicholls(2) picked up the phone after he saw it was Laura from HR. “What’s up, Laura?”
“Kev, hi! I need to run a situation by you when you have time. It concerns Asher Morrison, the new hire on the Art Team. The one who went to the Emergency Room in an ambulance last Friday.”
Kevin sat up, more attentive. “I have time now, what’s up?”
The insurance provider is holding up Morrison’s medication over paperwork. We’re on it but it is going to take a few days. Morrison is still sick and arranged to work from home but Shea McDaniels came in and told us that Morrison’s condition was much worse than he let on. According to McDaniels, Morrison needs testosterone now but we’re at the limit of what we can do. I hoped you might be able to advise another course of action.”
“He needs testosterone, like the hormone?” Kevin asked, surprised.
“Yes, he shared that he has a condition called…” Laura took a moment, apparently checking her notes “here it is, it’s called Klinefelter Syndrome. I had to look it up on Google. It’s a rare condition. Morrison wasn’t born as a boy or a girl. As a result his body doesn’t naturally produce the hormones he needs.”
“Huh,” Kevin pondered this. He knew from talking with Seth that the kid had major health issues. He saw for himself during those times when Ash paid a visit how the boy looked more effeminate. Now he knew why. That only made him angrier on Ash’s behalf.
Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose to keep his “not safe for work” thoughts about insurance companies from spilling out over the phone. “I take it you can’t expedite the process?”
“We’ve done everything we can. We’re coordinating between the doctor’s office, the pharmacy, and the insurance provider. We’re staying on top of things but we’re limited by how fast they get back to us. This is going to take a minimum of a day and that is optimistic.”
Kevin rapped his knuckles on his desk with frustration. “What did Shea say about his condition?”
“She reported that he was in considerable distress and mental anguish–” she paused as if reading from a list “low energy, pain in his chest, fever, chills, muscular weakness, mood swings, depression–it sounds like the poor kid is miserable” she finished.
“Damn” Kevin winced in sympathy.
“Yeah,” Laura agreed. “It’s pretty clear that Morrison is barely able to function. McDaniels said that he depended on that medication like a diabetic needs insulin.”
“And the insurance provider is pulling this crap–” he huffed out in dismay. “You know what–give the pharmacy a credit card and keep working with the provider so that this never happens again.”
“Sure thing boss but I must warn you. This prescription is expensive out-of-pocket.” She gave a number and Kevin winced.
“We’ll fight with the insurance company for reimbursement,” he said. “Worst case scenario we write it off. This whole situation is bull.”
“Got it, what should I tell Morrison?” She asked.
“Don’t tell him that we covered his prescription. Tell him when he can prick it up and let him know when the situation with the provider is resolved. Oh, and have him check in with me when he gets back.”
“Will do! That’s all I have at the moment, thank you, Kev!”
“Thanks for being on top of it. Without our team we’re shit.”
Ash
HR did it! They worked their magic and got my prescription filled that same day. Trevor and Alejo picked it up on their way home from work. I showed them how to measure out a dose and draw with a syringe. I normally took my shots in my thighs since they were the easiest muscles to reach but Trevor stuck me in the butt. Alejo couldn’t pass on a chance to comment.
“Now everyone knows what a pain in the ass you are” he teased. Trevor clapped back without missing a beat. He put a bandage on me and then slapped my ass, hard.
“He ain’t complaining!” he grinned.
“I am now!” I rubbed the sore spot grousing.
“How long will it take before you feel better?” Alejo asked me.
“I don’t know” I shook my head “a day, maybe more. The longer I go without the longer it takes for my body to wake up.”
“At least we know you’re going to get better.” Trevor beamed. It was a huge relief to put this behind us.
The fevers, chills, and prickling sensation stopped after a couple of days. I felt when my mind cleared up, no more mood swings and weepiness a day after that. We started worrying when nothing more changed after four days. We called the doctor and confirmed the dosage. They scheduled an appointment for a week from today to check my levels. “Be patient” they told me. It was so hard to be patient, I wanted my life back, damn it!
I woke up sometime during the night of the fifth day, Saturday, with an urge to pee and froze, my eyes snapping open like roller blinds.
I. Had. A boner.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! I slid my hand down and squeezed my hard little cock and shivered with sublime sexual pleasure. I felt so happy I could have screamed but no, it was dark outside and the guys were still asleep.
I was the little spoon on the outside of the bed tonight. Trevor lay on top of me with his big, fat cock wedged in the crack of my ass. He was gently rooting against my hole with his morning wood, still dead to the world asleep. I swear, boys think about sex even when they’re unconscious. Now I will too! YAY!!!
Anyway, slipping out of Trevor’s loving grasp was on par with wrestling an octopus made out of velcro but I managed it. I got to my feet for a big ol’ stretch. God, it felt good! My muscles brimmed with new strength. I was ready to hit the gym again!
YES! YES! YES! I silently performed a giddy victory dance and suddenly remembered –oh, yeah, pee.
I got back and drew up short when I saw the most amazing sight. Trevor lay on his belly with one leg drawn up, the covers thrown back revealing his gorgeous young body.
Alejo lay with one leg hooked over Trevor’s, his colossal cock pulsing, stretching for the little rosebud twitching temptingly in Trevor’s ass, only inches away. A long drip of pearlescent boy sap stretched from the slit in the head of Alejo’s organ to Trevor’s quivering hole. As I watched the sleeping Alejo slid his powerful arm around Trevor’s waist and pulled him under into the little spoon position. As he did this his prurient pole speared Trevor’s hole deep enough to draw a breathy squeak past my boyfriend’s lips but then both boys fell deeper into sleep and pulled apart, separated by a gulf of inches.
I bit back a throaty moan as my small cock flexed with such arousal that it ached. I squeezed my shaft hard and looked down as I pumped out a long string of sex sap. I watched, fascinated as a fat drop dangled at the end, stubbornly hanging on. I twirled the string around my finger until I swept up the drop. I popped the finger in my mouth and shivered down my spine. My mouth watered instantly at the familiar taste of my own secretions. My cock flexed again when I set my gaze on Trevor’s defenseless, vulnerable, twitching little hole. His horny, his hot, his hungry little hole. It beckoned me with a hypnotic allure and I answered its siren’s call.
I crawled onto the foot of the bed on all fours and made my way with great care until I hovered over the sticky string connecting my comatose lovers. I bent and swiped it onto my tongue, savored the taste of a horny Alejo, then sucked the glans of his cock between my lips. I licked the outside of his prepuce clean and then chased the indescribably erotic flavor under the sensitive hood, scooping out the gooey goodness with kittenish swipes of my tongue. Alejo growled deeply in his chest and his cock flexed like a dragon rousing to the smell of virgin blood. His slit spat a fresh, hot mouthful of his sexy syrup and I gulped it straight down. He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop freeing me to lap up the yummy trail of sap until my lips brushed Trevor’s pucker.
My boyfriend bucked, whimpering sweetly, then he pushed back with eagerness to meet my lathering tongue. For weeks this smell, this taste did nothing for me. Now I attacked it with the desperation of a man starving for his last meal.
I always thought ass play was gross and filthy in a literal sense. I was a bit of a germaphobe and the idea of putting my mouth near a funky butthole disgusted me. That was until I got my first whiff. Now I was addicted to ass, I couldn’t get enough. I could eat Trevor out for hours when he let me, which was every chance we got. He loved getting rimmed as much as I loved eating him out.
I hooked my elbows around his thighs and clamped down on his hip bones. He wasn’t getting away now. Once I held him securely I bore into him with my tongue. His squirming tripped a predatory switch in my brain. The more he squirmed, the more I liked it, the deeper I probed him. I pulled back and nibbled on the tender little folds of skin that defined his anus. Trevor made these pleading little noises that aroused my passion into a froth. “Ooh…? ooh…? ooh…? Mmn? Nga! Mnf-?”
Finally his eyes opened wide, his mouth caught on a silent cry of bliss. He looked back over his shoulder just as I popped up from behind his ass licking my chops, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Ash–?” He blinked, still half asleep, then it hit him and his eyes lit with unfettered joy. “ASH!” He scrambled about and crushed me in a hug. “Ash! You–You’re horny! You’re better! You’re back! Oh, my god, you’re back!”
He stunned me when he burst into tears. “I’m sorry, I’m just–you’re back! I’m so happy!”
Alejo watched us while propped on one elbow, grinning and looking effortlessly sexy. The excitement settled into an intimate calm. Something about it took me back to a late night conversation while Trevor and I were on the road to Phoenix. “You once asked me why I was so obsessed with sex.” I told him. “This. Is. Why.” I gestured between us, to this moment, to Trevor’s tears.
“Sex tells me that I’m whole. It tells me that I’m healthy. It lets me have a life with you that is impossible otherwise. I never want to lose this feeling between us again.”
“Me neither,” he hugged me and then we dog piled Alejo with hugs and kisses.
As usual when healthy, horny young men wrestle they horned up. Alejo lay propped on his elbows, his legs splayed wide, watching intently as Trevor and I licked his tower of power like a juicy lollipop.
I never tired of feeling Alejo’s pitón, his “python” as he called it in Spanish. It felt so hard in my grasp and yet soft to the touch. It pulsed and twitched like an animal eager for exercise. It was hot to the touch, throbbing with life’s blood like an independent, living thing. I traced the veins beneath its translucent skin, mesmerized by how such an appendage filled my head with thoughts of power and poetry. As much as I craved Alejo’s mastadonian meat it was a handful (two, actually) to work with. Trevor and I tackled it in tandem.
We used one hand each to hold Alejo’s erect cock vertically while we chased his syrupy leche, his “cock milk” down the sides with our tongues. We met at the top and kissed with Alejo’s sleek, tapered glans between us. I nibbled on Trevor’s succulent lips while Trevor sucked on mine, all the while we slurped and smacked on Alejo’s sensitive crown together.
I smiled as Alejo fell on his back, muttering a string of Spanish obscenities under his breath. He whipped his head from side to side as pleasure spiked past his veneer of control. I watched with satisfaction as his eyes pinched shut and sweat beaded on his brow. He gulped down huge lungsful of air as his blood thrummed hotly in his arteries. He twisted the bedding in his fists as he utterly lost his cool.
Still, he resisted our two-pronged assault. He was a disciplined and experienced lover who took pride in shattering the composure of his many conquests. He did not like losing his cool where others could see it. It had something to do with machismo but whatever it was, Trevor and I weren’t having it. Alejo deserved to feel good too and we deserved to see him fall apart with pleasure as much as he enjoyed watching us. We made it our mission to shatter Alejo’s stubborn resistance.
It took more than licking to get to Alejo, though. I met Trevor’s gaze with a wicked grin. He reflected in kind, nodding in silent assent as I stepped up my assault on Alejo’s senses.
I practiced cock sucking on two of the most challenging men alive. Trevor’s length invited envy in the locker room but his girth secured his legend in the bedroom. He was as thick as three cocks stacked like cordwood from base to crown, with a broad-lobed head that choked most throats. Alejo was not so thick but his length compared to swallowing the blade of a bowie knife.
I swallowed Alejo to the root in a single plunge, his curly dark pubes tickling my nose. “Oh, fuck” he gasped, his fingers shooting to my head. I swallowed around his meaty shaft, drawing rough grunts from deep in his gut. His legs quivered uncontrollably as his resolve faltered. I managed two more swallows before I slid off for air. Trevor immediately swallowed Alejo whole after me with similar results. We traded places, never giving Alejo time to rest and regain his composure. He attempted to throw us off our game by grabbing my hair and holding me down until I choked on his prurient pole. Runnels of spit ran past the seal of my lips and my eyes watered as I struggled to breathe. He let me go and I fell away gasping for breath. Trevor gulped Alejo’s cock down without hesitation only to receive the same brutal, incredibly erotic treatment. He would eventually wear us down doing this but I knew Alejo’s Achilles heel. His “huevos”, his balls the size of chicken eggs.
His soft, hairy orbs overflowed my palm. I cupped and squeezed them, gently tugging down. Alejo’s grip slipped and Trevor yanked free from his grasp. Alejo stilled, then he closed his eyes as all of his concentration shifted to his balls.
“Perra” he chuckled, calling me a bitch in the sweetest of tones.
“Mi León,” (3) I smiled as he caressed my hand but did nothing to stop me. Trevor beamed fiendishly and sheathed Alejo’s cock in his throat once more. We had him now, he surrendered to this tender intimacy between us. He met my gaze with intensity that scared me and thrilled me in equal measure. Love that powerful was a responsibility, a bond of trust that I took seriously.
He caressed my lips with the tip of a finger before probing inside and down my tongue, into the back of my throat. I didn’t understand the significance behind the gesture but it seemed important to him, especially when I didn’t gag. He withdrew to let me suck his finger, then plunged inside again, keeping in time with my gentle milking of his balls. I added light scratching with my nails to the milking and watched as Alejo shivered from head to toe.
“Si….” He hissed through his teeth in pleasure and arched his back. His balls pulled tightly against his shaft. Trevor swallowed him, preparing to receive a bounty of boy juice.
“I’m close, mi amor!” Lejo gnashed out through clenched teeth. “Let me fuck you!”
Trevor popped off, grinning triumphantly. “You can can fuck him after you cum! You’re not getting away this time, hombre!”
That line of trust tugged tightly between me and Alejo and I stopped milking him. I caressed his sack, then bent and kissed it before meeting his gaze. “Come inside me, Alejo.”
His golden gaze smoldered with desire as I lay back on the bed at his side. Alejo rolled on top of me, throwing my legs over his shoulders and positioning the tip of his titanic tunneler at my rear entrance. Trevor was predictably disappointed.
“Aw! Come on, god damnit!” he sulked. “We had him on the ropes! So close!”
I reached out to him with a smile. “Trevor, love of my life, shut the fuck up and sit on my face.”
Trevor lit happily and squatted right on my mouth. I picked up where we left off earlier and devoured his tight little hole. I adored his sexy squeals and nasty cussing, it told me I was doing a good job. My boyfriend was in hog heaven. I wasn’t far behind when Alejo slid his tumescent torpedo into my launch tube. He was too horny to treat me to tender lovemaking but that was okay. I wanted to walk funny for a week after what I went through–what we all went through. Alejo launched his weapon and utterly blew me away with a rough and tumble, down and dirty fuck to write home about. He even found a way to surprise Trevor.
“Oh, yeah!” my boyfriend shouted above me. “Suck that fat dick ‘Lejo!”
I couldn’t see (and didn’t care at the point) but I guessed from how Trevor sat on my face, his big ol’ dick was pointed at ‘Lejo and he did what any self-respecting gay boy would do when presented with a juicy treat. Alejo cemented his cred as a superior lover by taking care of two of us at the same time. I loved my sexy overachiever.
It only took two tugs from Alejo’s hand before I reached a gushing climax. Trevor fired right after me, pumping his protein down Alejo’s gullet. My Mexican hunk rammed my ass hard enough that I saw stars, held it, and then I felt as his weapon twitched deep inside me, decimating all resistance with its erotic payload. He grunted harshly and then breathed a long, heavy sigh that said it all. We collapsed in a heap of euphoria, traded cum-creamy kisses, and cuddled lovingly until long after daybreak.
I kissed each tenderly before my eyes closed. “I love you guys.” I smiled at their dreamy hugs and drifted of to sleep, my long ordeal ended.
(1) Brody Harrington-James. Ash’s former boss in North Carolina. You can read his story here and here.
(2) Kevin Nicholls: the one who started it all. Granddaddy of the Village. You can read about him here.
(3) “My Lion” in Spanish
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.
