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
I brimmed over with energy by the time the new work week rolled around. Trevor and Alejo laughed as I nudged them out the door on our way to the gym.
“So, Ash, are you going to keep working out?” Alejo beamed from ear-to-ear as we took the stairs down to our cars. I could be wrong but he looked really pleased and maybe –proud? I skipped down the steps enjoying having my strength back. I considered his question. I thought he might be playing but I chose to answer honestly.
“Yep!” I chirped cheerfully. “I mean, what good is having all this testosterone if I don't use it, right?”
“Damn straight!” Trevor cheered.
Alejo grinned even wider. “Good to hear! We have to make up your gains after two weeks off.”
I never, ever considered myself the kind of person to enjoy working out. I never liked sports and spent most of my time drawing but I liked the gym for more than building muscle. I liked ogling hot men on the sly. I loved watching Alejo strip in public. He put on a show every time and I watched how men stopped what they were doing to watch him, some with avid desire glittering darkly in their eyes. Then there was my boyfriend, Trevor.
Trevor was built like a surfer but he had naturally broad shoulders, thick arms, a deep, masculine chest, and a snatched little waist that drew my eye straight to his ass. He worked on his ass religiously and his hard work paid off with glutes of steel.
Alejo was surreptitious about showing off but Trevor went all out, brazenly wiggling his ass and dancing at his locker. He was quick to catch guys staring at him and flash his megawatt smile, letting them know that he liked them watching.
I never thought I was anything to write home about, looks-wise. I stood only 5’2” (158 cm) tall, weighing 110 lbs (50 kg) with a waist of 26 inches (66 cm). I was always embarrassed about having coppery red hair (I got all the stupid jokes at the group home like “carrot top” and “Chucky Finster”). I noticed a change the first time I went naked at The Resort. Suddenly men of all types and ages looked at me with blatant lust. It happened here at the gym too. At first it felt uncomfortable and I started having panic attacks but I felt safe with Alejo and Trevor right there with me. So, I explored it a little and learned that I too liked being watched. I allowed myself to enjoy the attention. Alejo and Trevor said I had an ass to die for so I copied Trevor a little bit.
I stripped slowly like Alejandro. I brought a jock strap separately and took my time at my locker putting it on, testing the fit of the elastic straps. I made sure to stretch with my arms overhead to show off my broad shoulders and back. I didn’t have big muscles yet (I might never) but after six weeks I developed better muscle tone and definition. Trevor caught me cat stretching and beamed playfully.
He slapped my ass and whispered in my ear, “my pretty little slut!”
Once, that word might have hurt but I knew Trevor. He got off on how sexy I looked, at how much I was coming out of my bashful shell and showing off, if only a little. I think like Alejo, he was proud to see it. I felt heat rising in my cheeks as I stuck my perky little ass up in his face and smirked over my shoulder, “It takes one to know one!”
I hoped I didn’t push it too far! I fretted until Trevor let go with a big laugh “true!” He stood next to me and wiggled his ass at Alejo. I caught on and joined in. We giggled like silly boys as Alejo shook his head, grinning at us. His big cock pumped up a bit with interest but he did not seem to care who saw it. We dressed and got to work. Note to self: buy something nicer to wear since I’m committing to this long term.
I didn’t really know what I was doing when it came to working out so I listened as Alejo asked a few questions about my fitness goals and what I wanted ultimately to achieve. I never knew so much brain work went into it. That kind of shot down the stereotype nerds had about knuckle dragging gym rats. Real life blurred the lines that I once thought were absolute. This little nerd was going to buff up! Well, sort of.
Alejo and I decided that it was unrealistic for me to bulk up. My light frame wasn't built for it and I didn't want to commit to the regimen it took to put on and sustain that kind of muscle (I gained mad respect for Alejo and Trevor that day). I didn't want to build strength anyway. I wanted to look like the best, healthiest version of me now. I decided to go for tone and definition.
Trevor knew what he was doing so he stayed at my side to keep the wolves at bay. Still, a few were persistent and others were interested in Trevor. We gave each other knowing looks and laughed. I had a lot more fun with my protectors watching over me. Eventually we finished and prepared to hit the shower when a familiar face appeared.
Heath, the beefy, boyish, sexy blond farm boy-cum-gymnast joined us at the lockers. He hung a towel around his neck but otherwise he stood naked and barefoot as the day he was born, his thick cut cock swinging freely for my viewing pleasure.
I studied the tattoo on his left deltoid muscle or upper arm. It was an ancient Greek shield emblazoned with a lower-case lambda, a symbol of the gay community. I looked down past his powerful thighs to see that he had the sexiest, well-manicured feet! I never noticed that before. Did I have a foot fetish? I also couldn’t take my eyes off of his nipple piercings, twin rings circling his areolas held in place by bars through the middle. Today the rings were shaped like serpents biting their tails.
Heath spotted me looking and his smile turned sultry “you can touch them if you want.”
My eyes grew wide at his invitation. I looked around at all the guys around us but nobody seemed to be paying attention at the moment. Alejo and Trevor looked on with sly little smiles and eyebrows ticked upward in silent expectation.
Was I really going to do this in a public place and risk ridicule–or worse?
I took a deep breath. I steeled my courage. I reached slowly, reverently, my fingers trembling as I touched the warm metal of Heath's nearest nipple ring.
I tried not to but I couldn’t avoid touching his soft, warm, pebbly nipple, a thick nub standing up off his chest like a fleshy pencil eraser. I watched in awe as the skin of his nipple puckered, aroused, alive, needy, begging for me to suck on it right there in front of God and everyone. Heath purred softly and shivered in response, his eyes lidded with pleasure but he did not stop me. I felt my cock twitching for action under my towel and backed off. Heath grinned at my audacity and winked, letting me know that he enjoyed it. He then turned his attention to why he joined us.
“Ben wants to know if you’re up for some fun in the sauna,” he looked between me and Alejo.
“Somebody mention fun?” Trevor perked up from behind me. –I swear, as God is my witness, my boyfriend can hear somebody whisper “sex” from a range of ten miles, downwind, through a raging hurricane! ANY-way….
Alejo introduced us and then looked between me and Trevor. I gave a nod of assent but Trevor rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh, come on! Do you really have to ask? ‘Yes’ already! We have time, right?” He checked his watch. “Yes, we have time, let’s go!”
We entered the sauna a few minutes later and I remembered how the dry heat almost burned my nose last time. The scent of cedarwood and clean, masculine sweat went straight to my brain like an aphrodisiac. I set my gaze on two more familiar faces.
The big polar bear, Ben, sat on the middle tier of the stadium seats, his legs spread wide, his elbows propped casually on the bench behind him. His figure dominated the room. His massive arms and tree trunk thighs commanded attention. He resembled the Greek God Zeus or maybe Santa Claus if the latter trained as an Olympic weightlifter. He was mature in age with platinum blonde or maybe gray hair. I never cared for facial hair but he groomed his beard cleanly and short, to better accentuate his square jaw. His most prominent feature demanded attention even at rest. His cock had to be ten inches (25 cm) long when erect and as thick as a drink can. It was cut with a head like a battering ram. I remembered last time when it looked like his lover had a forearm up his ass. I shivered at the sight of such a beastly member and God help me, my ass clenched hungrily. I didn’t know what to make of this new development in me so I got a better look at the Asian boy, Gordon.
Gordon resembled a K-Pop music star with sexy black, monolid eyes; thick, wavy black hair, a gorgeous face, a beautiful smile, and an insanely tight, toned physique, much like a dancer or a fencer (I knew instantly what kind of body I wanted). He stood nearly as tall as Trevor at about 5’7” (145 cm) with maybe a 28” (71 cm) waist. His crowning glory was a cock rivalling Alejo in length, thinner in overall girth and sleeker, tapered at both ends and fat in the middle, hooded with a flared cap that promised to play my prostate like a bow on a violin. I shivered in anticipation.
“Where is that other guy?” Alejo snapped his fingers trying to remember but Ben supplied the name.
“Jake found a girl and Jesus, go figure.” The big bear grumbled.
Alejo took a step back in surprise “you’re shitting me!”
“A Mormon girl” Heath rolled his eyes.
“That won't last long!” Trevor snickered.
“Once you’ve had a taste of dick, there is no going back.” Gordon grinned cutely at me, tugging on his foreskin. I ducked my gaze away, grinning back at him. I felt suddenly self-conscious as I had by far the smallest cock in the room. I took off my towel to get it over with. Gordon and now Heath studied me closely, both licking their teeth, smiling. Did they –did they actually like what they saw?
“This is pretty brazen, hooking up in the gym during peak hours. Aren’t you guys worried about getting caught?” Trevor asked while giving Ben the eye.
Ben snorted “nope! It'll never happen.”
Trevor perked up at that “why?”
“Because I own the place. This is my gym.” Ben winked. Trevor and I hung our jaws in surprise. “Still, I have work and can’t stay long, so let’s get to it. Are you sitting out again, Red?” he asked me.
“Um, no?” I shook my head, staring at Ben’s beastly cock. I looked at Alejo and Trevor but they had already paired off. Alejo threaded his fingers through Heath’s hair as the blond swallowed his monster to the balls. Trevor dropped to his knees before Gordon, slobbering all over his sleek missile. I felt a big paw on my arm and jumped. Ben rumbled soothingly at me.
“I won't hurt ya, little man” he assured me. We won’t do anything you feel uncomfortable with.”
I relaxed a bit. He seemed like a kind man, a big, huggable, fuckable teddy bear. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. My mouth watered and he saw it. He drew me to sit on the bench below him and took his hardening member in hand.
He tapped my cheek with it, then slid the head across my forehead, around each of my eyes, then under my nose where his hot, sexy pheromones bubbled up inside my brain and I lost my fear. All I wanted now was cock, however he served it to me. I stuck out my tongue and tried to catch him but he denied me, chuckling at my eagerness.
“You are such a pretty little thing,” he tapped my tongue a few times, dabbing it with his syrupy secretions before letting the head of his big pole rest. I wrapped it in my lips behind the flared crown and refused to let go. Mine now, mine my horny brain declared.
I swirled the head in my saliva to get it good and wet. Ben quickly grew inside my mouth until his girth stretched my lips tightly. I sucked him back to the entrance of my throat where I steadied my gag reflex, took a deep breath, and swallowed him balls deep. Ben bellowed like a stud bull in mating season. “Aw-w-w, fuck! You are full of surprises, ain’tcha!”
I popped off with a big smile “yep!”
He laughed but that soon fell away to lustful grunting as I worked his cock into a froth. I felt when his balls drew up, preparing to fire when Ben pushed me back. I growled like a pissed cat.
“Heh, feisty, but I don’t want to cum yet. I want some of this.” He clapped my ass cheeks loudly, held firm, then hefted me without effort until I sat on his face.
OH. MY. GOD.
I would take this truth to my grave as I dearly loved my boys but Ben showed me how it felt to be eaten out by a man. There was no comparison, no replacement or substitution. My eyes rolled back as euphoria overwhelmed me.
Ben did things with his tongue that I refuse to repeat for fear the page might catch fire. He probed me so deeply that it felt like he licked my prostate. I lost track of time. I forgot my name. What planet were we on? I didn't fucking care! My mouth came loose from my brain and sounds burbled out that didn’t belong in polite society. I snarled when he stopped suddenly and bore me down into his lap. He laughed at my dunked cat expression but his kiss mollified me–a little. He licked inside my ear and I came unglued with erotic pleasure.
“Are you ready to take my big cock Little One?” He rumbled like a mountain as he tugged my earlobe with his teeth. “I won't budge without your consent.”
I was so eager that I nearly climbed him like a tree. “Fuck me!” I kissed him passionately. “Fuck me!” I whimpered achingly. I surrendered all control and gave myself over to wanton need. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme pleeeeeeeease?”
I vividly remembered last time when this man scared me. His cock looked as long and as thick as my forearm as he pounded Jake into an incoherent mess of ecstasy. Now I crave the same treatment. I trembled, not with fear but with excitement as Ben positioned me as easily as adjusting a feather. I lay against his big muscular belly, my ass jutting out, ready to be taken, to be owned. I cast a glance at my lovers.
Trevor sat across the way impaled on Gordon’s sleek cock. Heath stood facing the flat wall, his hands and feet braced as Alejo pummeled his ass into submission. All four of them stopped to watch in silence as Ben lowered me onto his upright jutting spike of man flesh.
I relaxed but my rear entrance resisted Ben’s intrusion all the same. Gravity bore me in its relentless embrace until my own weight betrayed me. A high, soft cry shot past my lips as the head of Ben’s battering ram popped past the outer ring of muscle.
Ben rubbed my back, speaking in soothing tones. “Deep breaths, Little One. You’re doing great. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
I took Alejo easily but he was never as thick as Trevor. Ben was as thick as Trevor and nearly as long as Alejo from base to tip. I gnashed my teeth with effort until I sensed Ben’s balls twitching against my taint. My bearish lover cooed gently in my ear. “There you go. You’ve taken all of me. Is it feeling good yet?” he asked. I offered a stilted nod, unable to speak.
“Fuck me” Trevor blurted out in awe as he watched Ben’s mammoth meat draw back from me, then shove back inside. Gordon smirked like it happened all the time. He jabbed up into Trevor, reminding him that he had a cock up his ass too and Trevor gasped. “Oh, yeah, fuck me!”
Alejo matched Ben’s pace and power as he fucked Heath, as if in competition over whose lover screamed the loudest. All four of them watched as Ben pushed and pulled, slowly at first but picking up speed and power as I begged for more.
Stroke after stroke Ben thrust me deeper into my own world, a world where only ecstasy existed. I begged Ben to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, but I was outside myself watching a stranger say filthy things with my mouth. Time lost all meaning. All I wanted, all I needed pumped feverishly inside me now. I sensed no warning when my climax struck. I came with such force that I screamed! I pissed semen in continuous streams in perhaps the most powerful orgasm of my life. I lost complete control of my body while Ben stabbed balls deep inside me, planting his DNA beside that of Trevor and Alejo. I sagged into Ben’s embrace, utterly spent and satisfied. Awareness of the world around me returned slowly and I saw the mess I made.
“Oh, my god,” I covered my face in humiliation. “I am so sorry!”
“Sorry, what for? This just shows I did my job right!” Ben gave me a hug and a kiss on the hair. He felt oddly paternal now and I responded in a deep way.
“Here, let me clean up.” He smiled at me. “You just sit still and be pretty for me.” Ben used his towel to wipe us up. We then sat and watched until my guys spewed protein all over the place.
“Oh, yeah, that’s how we start the day!” Trevor clapped a high five with Gordon followed by a big smooch. The Korean boy peered at me from under his lashes and smiled in a fetching manner. I smiled bashfully and hid my face in Ben’s chest. What did he see in me I wondered.
Like last time the guys cleaned up and thanked us for a great time before heading off to their day. All of this sex was as routine to them as sitting around sharing morning coffee. There was one thing different, though: Heath, Gordon, and Ben traded phone numbers with us. We were hooking up regularly enough to become friends. My circle expands, my Village grows.
We showered and went separate ways to work with Trevor and Alejo carpooling to Neiman Marcus while I headed for the Agency in my trusty old green Jetta, “Yoda.”
I walked a little wobbly and I expected to sit gingerly for a day or two after the fucking Ben threw into me but I felt on top of the fucking world! I put my lunch that Alejo packed for me in the fridge in the employee break room. I drooled already at sinking my teeth into a breakfast burrito with crispy bacon, fluffy eggs scrambled with crisp peppers, sauteed onion, and homemade salsa, a bag of fresh tortilla chips with small jars of queso and guacamole. I diced some cantaloupe for a sweet treat and topped it all off with fresh brewed Mexican coffee. Alejo took such great care of me. I promised to show my appreciation later. A voice interrupted my reverie.
“‘Scuse me!” A guy dressed in business casual smiled at me. He held up his packed lunch and I saw that I blocked the fridge with my woolgathering.
“Oh, I'm sorry!” I stepped out of his way.
“No worries,” You’re Asher, right, on the Art Team?” We shook hands as I confirmed.
“Paul Freeman from Accounts. It’s great to see you back! We hear a lot about you around the office. The ‘Golden Child’ who is going to yank us back on track to make our deadline soon. I hope you’re half as good as they’re saying.”
I felt hot embarrassment surge in my cheeks. “I-I’m just part of the team b-but thanks. I’ll do my best to help.” I stammered.
“Ha-ha! They said you were modest and here you are! It’s a lot of pressure, I know, so I don’t blame you. I’d hit the tequila pretty hard too! It’s just, you aren't in this alone. We’re all here for you. Let us know if we can help. We’re a team, right?” I raised my hand slowly to fist bump with him and Paul made his way out. “You have a great day, Asher!”
“You…too–?” Paul’s words hopelessly confused me. What the fuck was he talking about? Why did he think I hit the tequila too hard? I didn’t even drink!
I stopped by Kevin’s office to check in. I still wasn’t used to being on a first name basis with the big boss but Kevin was (Lord help me get this right) the big brother of Seth’s brother’s husband, Scotty. The Village here in Phoenix was a loose network of family and friends that banded together to help people. They inspired Seth to build something lasting and official, so here I was with the patriarch of the clan, the man who started the whole thing. I might have been nervous but after going over to his place a few times and visiting his family, Kevin was just Kevin to me–worthy of love and respect but not the fear I reserved for employers.
Kevin asked me how I was doing and wanted to hear from me in person what happened with my medication. He made a good point that I didn’t think about.
“HR only knew how bad your situation was after Shea McDaniels told them. Asher, you can’t depend on others to advocate for you. We need you to tell us when you need help, okay?”
“I will, I’m sorry for taking so long.” I apologized and he smiled.
“You look good, how do you feel?”
“A lot better, thank you for asking!”
We caught up on the work I did from home and Kevin leveled with me about the looming deadline. That put me in the headspace to get to work but I still needed to check in with the Production Lead, my boss, Selma. I crossed the studio where my fellow members of the Art Team worked when a familiar voice called out loudly.
“FINALLY!” Carla rolled her eyes from her desk. “It’s about time you dragged your lazy ass back to work! I’m tired of carrying your dead weight.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. Maybe it was the testosterone in my blood pushing me, maybe I’d had enough of Carla’s bullying. Whatever the case, I turned on my heel and marched up to her. I kept my voice down so as to not disturb the others. “What will it take, Carla?” I asked.
“What will what take?” She frowned in feigned confusion and obvious annoyance.
“What will it take for us to work together? We don’t have to like each other but this–whatever is between us is dragging the whole team down. So, name your price. What can I do for us to work together as a team?”
A cold, condescending smirk spread across Carla’s lips as she replied “Quit.”
“What–?” Now I was confused.
“Quit. Leave. Go back to the rock you crawled out from under and grow the fuck up. Then, maybe, you can play with the adults. Until then you’re just an annoying, pretentious little pissant getting in the way when there is work to be done.”
Have you ever had that moment when you just cashed in your last fuck and had no more to give? Well, this was that moment for me.
I rocked back on my heels and crossed my arms.
“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked incredulously. “The only reason I’m even here in the first place is because your work is sloppy and inaccurate. I spend half my damn day redoing your work. I’ve been saving your ass for months, way before I even moved here. I worked my butt off to get here and I’m not going anywhere. So, what’s your Plan ‘B’?” I could feel my gaze pierce right through her.
“HA!” She scoffed. “How about I stick with Plan ‘A’, annoy your ass until you quit. Now sober up and run along, junior. The adults are busy” she turned back to her desk ignoring me.
‘Sober up?’ I thought to myself. ‘Sober up?’ It was at that moment that it all made sense. “It was you.” I clenched my fists but kept calm. “You assumed I was drunk that day, now everybody thinks I’m an alcoholic. What happened, did you mouth off in the break room after I left in the ambulance?” She pretended to be working but I saw her wicked smile when I said that.
I walked up and put my hands on her desk and leaned in so we were eye level about a foot apart. I spoke softly but my words were crystal clear, “I’ve been sick as a dog, working from my living room couch and I’m still running circles around you. Meanwhile, you’re back here gossiping like a bitchy little cheerleader from Sweet Valley High!” She was still looking down, so I pounded her desk with my fist, shouting “HEY!”
That got her attention, actually, it got everyone’s attention. I looked her in the eye and whispered “I got bigger things to deal with than your petty jealousy, so why don’t you grow. The. Fuck. Up.”
I jumped, startled when Laura from HR tapped me on the shoulder. Oh, hell, how long had she been standing there? How much did she hear? “Asher, come to my office, Carla, you too” We passed Selma as we followed Laura to her office, Laura gestured for her to join us.
The four of us entered the HR office and Laura shut the door behind us with an ominous click. Carla looked smug as she moved to sit.
“Stand,” Laura commanded, “you won’t be here long.” She stood tall and grim of purpose behind her desk. She flicked a hard stare between us “what’s the problem here?”
Carla interrupted before I could speak. “It’s him or me.”
Laura looked at Selma, “It's your department and ultimately, your decision.”
“Carla, are you sure you want me to choose?” Selma glared at her. “You may want to take into consideration our past several conversations about your attitude, not to mention the quality of your work before you answer that question.”
I got the gist right away that this had nothing to do with me. It was an ongoing performance issue with Carla, so I stayed quiet. I watched as Carla shot Selma a menacing look, then another at me, then turned to leave the office. Laura spoke again, “This is the last conversation we will have; do you understand?” Carla reached for the door knob, Laura put her hand on the door holding it shut. “I asked you a question. Do you understand?”
“Yeah” Carla grumbled. “Now move, I’ve got work to do” after that, she left.
Selma and Laura both exhaled and I was suddenly surrounded by kind and caring human beings again. The transformation unnerved me and I resolved from that day to never piss these women off. Laura apparently saw how the whole incident rattled me.
“I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire, Asher. We’re glad you’re back.” she offered a weary, but reassuring smile.
“It looked like you were coming to see me,” Selma added. All I could do was nod. “Alright then, go to my office, I’ll see you there in a sec.”
“Asher, I really am glad you’re back… you look well.” Laura said.
“Yes, ma’am, I feel much better and thank you for all your help with the doctor and my medication.”
“It was a pleasure. Let us know if you have any trouble in the future.” I turned to leave when Laura called out. “Oh, and let me know if Carla bothers you again.”
That was the end of my feud with Carla –at least for now.
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.
