..M: The doctor also told me that in the worst case scenario, if yourtesticles eventually atrophied, the were chemical options available. Wecould arti...icially supply your body with hormones to help you develop butyou would be infertile, unable to produce viable sperm or father childrenfor that matter.My mind was racing trying to figure out what all this meant.M: Back then, it took me several sleepless nights but I finally decidedthat, if that was the case, if your testicles eventually. It was while we were waiting for the elevator that we started to bond. My son, my brand new son, decided to take a dump! Now for those of you who may not know, baby poop — especially newborn baby poop is very liquid. Coupled with the fact that that witchy nurse had merely wrapped a blanket around my son (no diaper) we both got very messy very fast. The poop was running all down both of us while we stood waiting for that damn elevator. Finally the elevator doors opened. We decided to go to the. “Take it easy,” the doctor said quietly while sliding a box of tissues to the other side of the table, “it not your fault, you have a sickness, and we’re going to try and do something about it!”“I think it’s hopeless,” June said dejectedly, “I’m totally out of control.” “Okay, when is the last time you had sex?” Wendy asked while taking notes on a yellow legal pad. “This morning,” came June’s quick reply. “Oh, you have a new room mate?” the doctor asked. “No, I don’t, it was with one of the. “You both can…”You look at each other, she smiles, you lick your lips, stroking yourself, “Who’s first?”, you ask.“I want to guess whose mouth is round my cock, “ I tell you both, and close my eyes, waiting, jutting my erection forward.After a subtle, teasing pause, I feel warm breath on my tip and then a gush of hot saliva. I jut my hips more, seeking the mouth, but it retracts. I grunt in urgent need, and then a tongue traces round my glans already glistening with saliva and precum. I moan.