Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 18:58:47 -0500
From: fireflywatcher ford <fireflywatcher@gmail.com>
Subject: Winning By the Numbers, Chapter 1

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	Disclaimer:
	This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance to real
persons or events is purely coincidental.
	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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