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03 Ağustos 2023, 12:31
This story is graphic! If gay sex, gay for pay or forced sexual situations offend you please do not read this story. ***Spoiler*** this story is about paid gay sex.
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Names Mr. Smith
Today I sat with my wife at the fertility clinic in the city for the um-teenth time. It made me said to hear her beg the Doctor for help.
"I want a child more than anything Doctor Please, there must be something we can do!" My wife Deborah was getting more angry about our lack of children as time passed.
"I'm sorry Miss Smith there is just no natural way for you to conceive a child with your husband," Doctor Hinrenson tried to calm my wife down but it wasn't working.
"You want to stick pins and science in me?!" My wife and I are very devout fundamentalist and some things are off the table. "I'm having a baby not some kind of monster you want to grow a monster in a lab!"
"Deborah-" I tried to stop her from insulting the doctor but she wouldn't have it.
"You!" She said it with such contempt. "Isn't there something you can do to him?" She was talking about my penis. "Stretch it out or something."
We had been over this time and time again. I have a micro penis. I am less than an inch hard and it is mostly inside me. When I am soft my penis is concave. It had been my dark secret growing up. Thank God my faith didn't allow sampling ones partner before marriage or getting divorced. In that way I had tricked my wife into being with me.
I had no idea it would be this bad though.
She has hated me sense the day she saw it. Her hate only multiplied when her friends started to ask why we had not conceived. She couldn't say why so everyone assumed she was being tested or punished.
I was the one being punished. It was my fault. I trapped her and for that I was stricken. I not only have a small penis but I also have two small balls that are mostly inside me. The doctor is amazed they put out enough testosterone to make me appear as a man. I am average male height, I am handsome and fit for my age (32).
My only problem is my genitalia, it never developed and worst I can't seem to produce much sperm even though my tinny cock can get hard cum a little.
"We are going to have to use some form of in vitro fertilization," said the doctor.
"You invite the punishment of God on our house, I'm leaving."
"Honey!"
Just like that she got up and left. She was waiting in the car when I got to the parking lot.
She didn't say anything for quite some time, "We need to get more sperm".
"Honey there is no way we have tried everything,"I was trying to be reasonable.
"I don't want your sperm, you impotent fool," she cut me deep.
I couldn't handle her attacks anymore. "Well we are married so my sperm will have to do!"
"I don't want to bring another impotent half a man into this world, I want another mans sperm!"
"You can't mean that," had I known how ugly she would become I would have never gotten with her in the first place. The blackness in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I hated her. I finally hated her. "Fine go get knocked up whore and give me a divorce."
"I'm not going to risk my place with the Lord because you tricked me!"
"Well how are you going to get another mans sperm?" I had her there.
"A sperm bank."
"You said you didn't want to use science-"
"-Not the same!"
"Well I'm not paying for sperm, go out and get it, and give me a divorce."
"I will not sin, sin comes from the evil and you are working with evil so the sin will be yours." She wasn't the good faithful woman I thought I was getting, she was a zealot.
"If I go buy sperm how are we going to cover that up with our doctors, did you think of that Deb?"
She was silent for a while.
I didn't get a long break before she started berating me again. I didn't hear a word of it, if anything I was an expert at filtering out my wife.
When we got home she went straight up stairs and locked the door. I wasn't able to get into the bedroom so I decided there was no harm in going out.
I got on my phone and called my friend Mitch. Mitch was a cool guy in his late 30s and I had always enjoyed hanging out with him and the guys. He was kinda the contact point of the group. If I really had to describe Mitch, classic blue-collar American man. I looked up to him in a lot of ways. He was very popular and outgoing; also, he was tall, thick and hairy. NO HOMO! He was the type of man I always wanted to be. He had a deep voice and a boondocks twang. "Hey you drinking tonight?"
"Yeah I was just gunna to call ya, I'm gonna get some guys together for the Bolder," said Mitch in his masculine twang.
Bolder was one of 4 bars in Bolder-Bin (the Bin). If you knew how small Bolder-Bin was you wouldn't believe we had 4 bars but wile they never stay busy they each have a steady crowd. Most of the men and women here drink but the local grocery will not sell you a drop. Women tend to stock up in the city and drink at home or at Beldibi Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/antalya/beldibi) a friend's house. According to my divorced friend Tod if you ever really need pussy there are a few old girls that are regulars at Bin'Ta'Ten who will give it up for a few drinks. In a town like this everyone knows everyone. Beer and Pizza is a bar grill built closest to the expressway, trucking depot and gas station. You never know what you might run into, so it really isn't a local hang out, I have not gone.
"Who all is coming?"
"Well yea, we gat Ray and Douglas."
"No Todd?" I said with a chuckle. Todd was by far the biggest drunk in the group. He was another ex-football big blue-collar type also late 30s. He really collapsed after his divorce. One day his wife just got her shit and moved out. No one knows why and she hasn't been back, not even to say high to her two boys. He was a great guy but hard to respect someone passed out being carried out of the bar every weekend. We loved him though and he was a good sport when we picked on hit about it.
"Na he is dealing with da boys, sound serious," I was sorry to hear Todd was having issues but I had issues of my own to get off my chest.
"My wife is being a bitch," I announced.
"That news?" He was being sarcastic. "Hey, let me send Ray and Douglas to come get you, I gat someplace to be after the bar."
"Oh yeah sure thanks," I was happy I could get a ride with the fellas because then I could drink off my wife.
I don't really know much about Ray. Ray is a migrant concrete worker that comes to town when it's warm enough to pour. Ray is the youngest I'd say about mid to late 20s. He is unmarried and that is about all I know.
Douglas was the new kid in school when I was in 4th grade. Most of us in town were from Bolder-Bin or the next few town over. He was the first person I met from another State. He was a big city boy he and I had never been friends.
I was smaller than the other men in school because of my condition. I was a really late bloomer too and a few guys really made it hard on me. Douglas was the main one. I turned to God for salvation. It all happened so long ago it would seem immature to bring it up but I just couldn't get over how he made me feel.
He called me a faggot. He would put pictures of cocks in my locker and he would defame me to every girl he thought I liked. One year he told people I was gay. He still makes gay jokes at me till this day. He said I had a little dick, though he had never seen it. I was crushed every day of high-school because of him.
Douglas had gone to the State Penitentiary.
I had studied hard, gone to community college and gotten a really good job at the local hospital as a lab tech. I had my faith. Whereas Douglas knocked up 3 girls in high-school, started making methamphetamine and got arrested. He was such a lost soul and covered in tattoos. He was the type of guy that goes to Beer
*****
Names Mr. Smith
Today I sat with my wife at the fertility clinic in the city for the um-teenth time. It made me said to hear her beg the Doctor for help.
"I want a child more than anything Doctor Please, there must be something we can do!" My wife Deborah was getting more angry about our lack of children as time passed.
"I'm sorry Miss Smith there is just no natural way for you to conceive a child with your husband," Doctor Hinrenson tried to calm my wife down but it wasn't working.
"You want to stick pins and science in me?!" My wife and I are very devout fundamentalist and some things are off the table. "I'm having a baby not some kind of monster you want to grow a monster in a lab!"
"Deborah-" I tried to stop her from insulting the doctor but she wouldn't have it.
"You!" She said it with such contempt. "Isn't there something you can do to him?" She was talking about my penis. "Stretch it out or something."
We had been over this time and time again. I have a micro penis. I am less than an inch hard and it is mostly inside me. When I am soft my penis is concave. It had been my dark secret growing up. Thank God my faith didn't allow sampling ones partner before marriage or getting divorced. In that way I had tricked my wife into being with me.
I had no idea it would be this bad though.
She has hated me sense the day she saw it. Her hate only multiplied when her friends started to ask why we had not conceived. She couldn't say why so everyone assumed she was being tested or punished.
I was the one being punished. It was my fault. I trapped her and for that I was stricken. I not only have a small penis but I also have two small balls that are mostly inside me. The doctor is amazed they put out enough testosterone to make me appear as a man. I am average male height, I am handsome and fit for my age (32).
My only problem is my genitalia, it never developed and worst I can't seem to produce much sperm even though my tinny cock can get hard cum a little.
"We are going to have to use some form of in vitro fertilization," said the doctor.
"You invite the punishment of God on our house, I'm leaving."
"Honey!"
Just like that she got up and left. She was waiting in the car when I got to the parking lot.
She didn't say anything for quite some time, "We need to get more sperm".
"Honey there is no way we have tried everything,"I was trying to be reasonable.
"I don't want your sperm, you impotent fool," she cut me deep.
I couldn't handle her attacks anymore. "Well we are married so my sperm will have to do!"
"I don't want to bring another impotent half a man into this world, I want another mans sperm!"
"You can't mean that," had I known how ugly she would become I would have never gotten with her in the first place. The blackness in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I hated her. I finally hated her. "Fine go get knocked up whore and give me a divorce."
"I'm not going to risk my place with the Lord because you tricked me!"
"Well how are you going to get another mans sperm?" I had her there.
"A sperm bank."
"You said you didn't want to use science-"
"-Not the same!"
"Well I'm not paying for sperm, go out and get it, and give me a divorce."
"I will not sin, sin comes from the evil and you are working with evil so the sin will be yours." She wasn't the good faithful woman I thought I was getting, she was a zealot.
"If I go buy sperm how are we going to cover that up with our doctors, did you think of that Deb?"
She was silent for a while.
I didn't get a long break before she started berating me again. I didn't hear a word of it, if anything I was an expert at filtering out my wife.
When we got home she went straight up stairs and locked the door. I wasn't able to get into the bedroom so I decided there was no harm in going out.
I got on my phone and called my friend Mitch. Mitch was a cool guy in his late 30s and I had always enjoyed hanging out with him and the guys. He was kinda the contact point of the group. If I really had to describe Mitch, classic blue-collar American man. I looked up to him in a lot of ways. He was very popular and outgoing; also, he was tall, thick and hairy. NO HOMO! He was the type of man I always wanted to be. He had a deep voice and a boondocks twang. "Hey you drinking tonight?"
"Yeah I was just gunna to call ya, I'm gonna get some guys together for the Bolder," said Mitch in his masculine twang.
Bolder was one of 4 bars in Bolder-Bin (the Bin). If you knew how small Bolder-Bin was you wouldn't believe we had 4 bars but wile they never stay busy they each have a steady crowd. Most of the men and women here drink but the local grocery will not sell you a drop. Women tend to stock up in the city and drink at home or at Beldibi Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/antalya/beldibi) a friend's house. According to my divorced friend Tod if you ever really need pussy there are a few old girls that are regulars at Bin'Ta'Ten who will give it up for a few drinks. In a town like this everyone knows everyone. Beer and Pizza is a bar grill built closest to the expressway, trucking depot and gas station. You never know what you might run into, so it really isn't a local hang out, I have not gone.
"Who all is coming?"
"Well yea, we gat Ray and Douglas."
"No Todd?" I said with a chuckle. Todd was by far the biggest drunk in the group. He was another ex-football big blue-collar type also late 30s. He really collapsed after his divorce. One day his wife just got her shit and moved out. No one knows why and she hasn't been back, not even to say high to her two boys. He was a great guy but hard to respect someone passed out being carried out of the bar every weekend. We loved him though and he was a good sport when we picked on hit about it.
"Na he is dealing with da boys, sound serious," I was sorry to hear Todd was having issues but I had issues of my own to get off my chest.
"My wife is being a bitch," I announced.
"That news?" He was being sarcastic. "Hey, let me send Ray and Douglas to come get you, I gat someplace to be after the bar."
"Oh yeah sure thanks," I was happy I could get a ride with the fellas because then I could drink off my wife.
I don't really know much about Ray. Ray is a migrant concrete worker that comes to town when it's warm enough to pour. Ray is the youngest I'd say about mid to late 20s. He is unmarried and that is about all I know.
Douglas was the new kid in school when I was in 4th grade. Most of us in town were from Bolder-Bin or the next few town over. He was the first person I met from another State. He was a big city boy he and I had never been friends.
I was smaller than the other men in school because of my condition. I was a really late bloomer too and a few guys really made it hard on me. Douglas was the main one. I turned to God for salvation. It all happened so long ago it would seem immature to bring it up but I just couldn't get over how he made me feel.
He called me a faggot. He would put pictures of cocks in my locker and he would defame me to every girl he thought I liked. One year he told people I was gay. He still makes gay jokes at me till this day. He said I had a little dick, though he had never seen it. I was crushed every day of high-school because of him.
Douglas had gone to the State Penitentiary.
I had studied hard, gone to community college and gotten a really good job at the local hospital as a lab tech. I had my faith. Whereas Douglas knocked up 3 girls in high-school, started making methamphetamine and got arrested. He was such a lost soul and covered in tattoos. He was the type of guy that goes to Beer