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Winning by the Numbers is a story about the natural human desires to love the person of your choice and the ability to find equality. There is a desire in all of us to have children and this fictionally addresses that situation.
WINNING BY THE NUMBERS
Chapter 1: The Beginning
I think I figured it out when I was twelve. I had played around with a few friends before that age, but nothing was very serious, there were no orgasms in what we did together. I was only about five foot two and nearly a hundred pounds, but when hard, I had nearly seven inches hanging where it counted. Most of my friends were in the three to four inch range and seemed fascinated by what I had, even if their interests were mostly directed toward the girls in school. It was the beginning of winning by the numbers.
My friend Mark was the exception. At twelve, he was six foot two. Yeah, we played around some, and I enjoyed the feel of his huge dick in my hand. He already had about ten inches. We never got to the point of orgasm during our play though until the last day we were together before he moved at the end of the sixth grade. He jacked off and shot a load into a glass to show me what it was. He wasn't a pretty boy. He was a masculine man before his time, but I was definitely a pretty boy.
I started in the scouts after he left. One boy named Jerry had learned to suck. The idea was disgusting to me, but he and several other boys would line up to take turns doing me. It just felt good, but still there was no orgasm involved. I had felt an orgasm masturbating but just called it 'throbbing' at that time and no one else had given me that sensation. I finally tried sucking dick myself after that, with my cousin, one night, and he reciprocated even though neither of us had done it before. We both orgasmed. He was a year older and as time passed our relationship changed from cousins as close as brothers to lovers in the true sense. He was a bottom and we even rode horses letting them set the motion as I pounded into his ass while we raced through the pastures naked on their back.
At fourteen, an uncle found an interest in me and began something beyond my control that lasted until college. I did have a boyfriend in high school and two lovers during college, but what happened with my uncle left me in doubt of my true attractions. I kept trying to be straight and have a girl friend. I was just wasting my time.
After college and an adventure in Central America living in the rain forest with my college lover, I came home to the limited job market of a biology degree and went to work doing research at a medical school. The two doctors I worked for were doing reproductive medical research, and both were gay. One was obsessed with full transplant of reproductive organs and actually produced babies using several different species of animals. His thing was finding individuals where the genetic sex was opposite to the expressed sex; males who were genetically female and vice versa. It is rare.
Dr. Reed was looking at the genetics of gays and lesbians, which at that time was thought to be one third of men and twelve to fifteen percent of women. It was also the beginning time for in- vitro fertilization and the use of fertility drugs, which was where these doctors earned their living and made the money to pay my miserable salary. While I had my own vision of winning by the numbers, these two doctors came up with an entirely different concept.
Wanda was my partner doing research. Not by accident, she happened to be a very attractive lesbian. If you're trying to produce babies, you need both sexes involved in your efforts. The genetics weren't as exact as they are now, but even with the completion of the human genome project, gay and lesbian genetics aren't a complete science yet. What we knew at the beginning of this project was women carried the genes for gay son?s sexuality and men carried the genes for lesbian daughters. Since boys got the XY and girls got the XX, it seemed that genes for lesbian daughters came from both the father and the mother, accounting for the mathematical difference between the two groups.
Wanda began interviewing women as egg donors and did extensive background checks on family members. At first, we didn't quite click to the fact that we needed fathers carrying genes for lesbian daughters on their X chromosome, but that became apparent very quickly. I had the task of screening sperm donors based on physical size and endowment, and later with the added factor of the lesbian genes on the X chromosome. Some things seemed to be more of a blending of traits back then than where you could make true distinctions. I began by talking to college football players.
This was all so new, it took a while to work out how to approach donors and get started on the project. Wanda was having great luck with the ladies, but I'd have to do the screening of brothers and uncles and even then they might not be truthful when asked about their sexuality or that of other male family members. A supposedly blind survey, actually numbered, turned out to be the best source of the truth and was followed up by more interviews.
The athletes were more than happy to donate some baby batter. I was six foot tall and about 155 pounds, blonde and skinny you might say, and felt like I had a sign on my forehead that read 'faggot'. The parameters were set at six feet or taller with ten inches minimum and one hundred and eighty five pounds for the men. I'd have made the cut if I'd gotten into weight training and put on the pounds, but as it was I lost weight just sleeping at night.
At first I tried working with a group or a team, all at one time. It just didn't work. Even if they all got boners watching porno, when a couple got measured the rest lost it from embarrassment or being touched by a guy. In private, individually, was a much better situation. As I began to find out, it was also a better situation for me. My first meeting of the day was with James Karlisle. It was my sixth individual meeting after three failed group meetings before that.
I had waited in the room for about an hour after getting everything set up and had a second adjoining room to keep the atmosphere fresh for the other three meeting I'd have after James. All the candidates knew the physical requirements, but the money or some sense of false pride might bring a few to meet me that didn't quite measure up. There was a knock on the door and I opened it saying "Hi, I'm David Denham. You must be James Karlisle" and extending my hand for the customary Texas handshake.
"Good to meet you David, I'm James" he answered back with a broad smile. In his clothes, this blonde jock definitely met the outside requirements. He looked to be six four and I directed him over to the old fashion medical scales I'd brought with me.
"Go ahead and get undressed over here so we can get started. There are towels there on the counter if you're feeling modest right now but please relax and this will much easier" I began. He neatly hung up his clothes as he removed them, folding his pants and boxers and placing them on the dresser. There was no modesty here. He stepped up on the scales wearing just his white sox. I didn't comment that they should be removed because he just looked so damn sexy with them on. As I raised the measuring bar, I saw I'd misjudged. "Six foot five and three quarters" I announced and adjusting the balance "and two hundred and five pounds." Both sets of dimples, his cheeks and his firm ass, were prominent, and if anything his smile seemed broader.
"I showered before I came, but you know this Dallas heat. It's a hundred and five today. I can jump in the shower if I got a little ripe" he offered. There was just enough of his scent wafting through the air to begin a little rise in my briefs, but I thought I could maintain.
"No dude, there's likely to be a little more sweating before we're finished here, but if you feel the need you're welcome to use the shower. We even got the room with the spa tub in case it's needed to help you relax" I pointed out to him opening the bath door. "We just need one more measurement." I had a television and VCR on a cart with fifty odd porn tapes on the shelves below it. "Look through these flicks and see if any of them are to your liking."
He was hanging pretty nicely soft and as he bent over to scan the selections I got a close up view of his rose bud. I, for one, was not going to have any problem getting a boner. It already rose a little. I was hoping not to tent out much until the porn was playing and I had the same excuse he'd have for my condition. Hell, I already saw what I needed and my heartbeat was racing so that I felt it pounding in my temples. I was sure he could see the veins throbbing. God, this job was going to be hard.
"I think this one should do fine" he announced and pushed the tape in. It was a thirty six inch TV, so the view from the bed should be fine. He eased back and pulled all the pillows into a pile behind him. He spread his legs wide and pulled one pillow to his chest as the movie began to play.
I hadn't paid any attention to his selection but there was a wide variety. This one definitely had some bi action going on. I was raging. When one guy grabbed the other guy's dick, I almost lost it.
"Any chance you could help me out a little here?" he asked.
"Ummm sure, I guess it's part of the job" I mumbled in reply. I moved in beside him on the bed and he guided my hand to his dick. I swallowed so hard, I know he heard it. He was still soft, but as I moved my hand and the action on the screen heated up he got hard in a hurry. "I think I can get the last measurement now" I told him.
"Go for it man" was all he said, then "get it done and let's get back to the show." Eleven inches was more than enough. "I'm going to need more help to get your sample, so why don't you get undressed and get comfortable?" he added.
I didn't need to be told twice. After I was naked I climbed back on the bed beside him but this time he didn't grab my hand. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and gently pulled my face into his crotch, where I very willingly let him lead me. I gagged some trying to swallow his monster and finally got used to the size. My college lovers had been hung, I'd just been out of practice for a while. After five minutes he began to moan and his balls drew up tight, so I knew I'd need the bottle to collect the sample. I had it open and ready when I went back to servicing him. Only a minute or so more passed and he announced ?"I'm cumming!" Eight beautiful loads went into the bottle. He flipped me over and dove down on mine, then went a little further down and it was clear he wasn't done just yet. I felt my legs pushed toward my shoulders and somewhere he'd found some lotion he was fingering into my ass. I screamed as he rammed it in, but he slowed his pace and eased it in until I felt his pubes against my balls.
"Oh damn, James, I sure wasn't expecting this" I said as he began a steady rocking buried inside me, hitting that magic spot with each stroke. Pain was gone and I was feeling good, too good to be true. The few guys I'd seen already had been in a more clinical setting. We'd had no interaction except me taking their measurements. This was the first candidate to meet me in a motel room and the setting changed everything.
"You have one fine ass Dave. I'll be adding some to your bottle here in just a bit" he replied as he stroked in long and hard. It took me over the edge and I painted both our chests a creamy white. "Oh hell yeah, get your bottle!" he cried as my spasms had taken him there again himself. He only gave up five loads this time and the bottle barely held it all. I'd be needing larger specimen bottles for sure.
We shared the shower and dressed with me explaining that I had three more candidates to see that day. I didn't want it to end right then. I hadn't had sex in six months and this was great. In fact, I'd only had sex with eight guys in my life and four were just boy's play, not real sex. We exchanged numbers for some extracurricular activity at a later date. On his way out the door he asked "Can I send a few friends to see you if they meet the measurements?"
"Sure James, just call me and I'll put them on the list."
Two of the next three candidates went just about as it had gone with James. The third candidate couldn't get it up. I told him we could reschedule and decided some alcohol might help relax some more timid guys. I was relieved, or you might say 'fucked out' by then anyway. I told Wanda I could only work with one candidate per day after that.
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