A Big As

Wrote this a while back and published it elsewhere. I wanted to update it and was curious to see what you all thought

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Mark and Tom had been friends as long as either of them could remember. They grew up on the same street, were born in the same year, people even assumed that they were brothers with the same scrawny build and similar features.

While they shared many of the same interests that boys do, they really bonded due to having only one parent in their lives. Tom's father knocked his mother up and had absconded before Tom was even born, not even bothering with the basic niceties of the occasional Christmas or birthday card, not that Tom would have wanted one from that no-good dead beat. Mark's mother had fallen ill when Mark was young and suffered through several years of misery before passing.

Their remaining parents had done a decent job of raising each of their boys, but the boys often got into trouble and leaned on each other when the going got tough.

Mark and Tom were inseparable during high school and while they chased girls and fawned over the prettiest ones in their classes, they weren't rich, sporty or cool so despite acting as wing men for each other they hardly had any success with the opposite sex.

Despite the odds they both graduated school but didn't really want to go to college, not that their grades or financial situation really allowed for anything more and they both got work in local trades earning a decent living, but never moving far from home.

They started working out at the gym on a regular basis, putting some muscles on their thin frames, growing out of the teenage awkwardness and over time their confidence improved as did their fortunes with the ladies. Tom always aimed high with women, always after the hottest girl in the room, biggest tits on skinny abs and while he mostly struck out, he occasionally got lucky and felt this was an acceptable compromise.

He was adamant that the sex with these 'hotties' was the best. But had to admit that after he banged them, he always found some reason that things never progressed further. Some were basket cases, and the rest were too high maintenance to be much more than the occasional booty call. 'Hot but crazy' Mark told him... Well Tom thought that he wasn't going to settle for some plain Jane, who wouldn't get his rocks off.

Mark didn't have the same motivations and while Tom's girls were quite easy on the eyes, they weren't really his type, and he was happy to leave them to his friend. He liked the more 'wholesome' girls as Tom liked to put it. Not that these women were unattractive, they definitely had their charms, but Mark liked to get to know a girl first before bedding her.

One summer, on a regular drinking session with Tom, he connected with a young woman named Alison. She was a nurse and Mark was immediately smitten. Tom had to agree that she was pretty much perfect for Mark, a bit shy but having a practical, no nonsense look on life with a caring personality. She was, in Tom's opinion plain looking, but cute with long brown hair, trim petite physique and curves where they were supposed to be.

The couple were immediately inseparable and within six months Mark proposed with Alison happily accepting. Their church wedding wasn't a grand affair, neither of them being the ostentatious or flashy sorts but it was a great party with Tom as the best man. True to form, Tom was a wing man and even bedded the hottest of the bridesmaids.

Things were good for about 18 months with the young newly married couple, still in their honeymoon period and Tom continuing with his bachelor lifestyle, free of commitments or any 'woman worries' as he like to refer to it. Slowly Tom noticed his friend was getting a bit despondent but said he didn't want to talk about it.

At one of their weekly drinking nights at the local bar Tom notice that his friend was downright depressed and asked what was going on.

"Well, I've got a problem and I need your help" said Mark '... but I'm not sure how to ask" he said trailing off."

"Look, mate, you know whatever I can do to help I always will for you" replied Tom. "Well, I think my marriage is going to fail" started Mark."

" What?!" exclaimed Tom "I though you and Alison were doing great! You guys seemed perfect for each other? Is she cheating on you?"

"No, no" replied Mark quickly "Alison's great, I couldn't love her more if I tried and thing between us are really fine, but there is one major problem."

"We both wanted a big family, at least five kids, probably more" Mark continued. "We've been trying straight after the wedding."

"I bet you were" Tom said with a smirk and raised eyebrow swinging his beer.

"Initially, we weren't in a rush but after a year with no results, Alison started to get worried" Mark said looking down. "She went and got herself checked out and everything was fine with her" he continued. "So, she persuaded me to go and get checked out and well..." Mark hesitated.

Tom looked at his friend who was clearly in some distress. "Well..." Mark murmured.

"Well, I'm shooting blanks" he said in a flat tone.

"Shit" replied Tom after a pause. "Can't they help you with that? I don't know IVF or something."

Tom replied. "We investigated that, well, Alison did. And that is not the only bad part it..." Mark continued. "Turns out that the likely reason is that it's hereditary, and it's linked to my mum's illness." "How so?" Tom asked with tone of both concern and confusion. "The thing that made my mum ill... the disease was genetic. She had the full-blown disease and... well I am a carrier for it."

"Fuck" said Tom, "Does that mean you'll get sick?" "No... fortunately, I should be okay, bar the kick in the balls that is sterility" Mark replied quickly. "But even if I weren't batting a zero, so to speak, there is a chance my kids will get the full-blown disease and well...." "...they'll get sick like your mum" said Tom in a hushed tone, thinking back to Mark's mum and the times he saw how bad things got for her and how its ruined Mark to see her like that. "Yes, I couldn't think of letting that happen to my child" Mark said, his voice trembling and eyes welling.

"Is there nothing the doctors can do, they seem to be making advances all the time, or so they say on TV." Tom said, trying to console his friend. "There are things that the doctors mentioned' Mark replied, "but the cost is astronomical, nothing that we could remotely afford on my and Alison's salary, and they don't have great odds either." "Well fuck" Tom said dejectedly. "Fuck Indeed" Mark replied.

"I'm worried that while Alison's been wonderful and supported me through finding out this all, it's put an end to the plans for a family she's been craving." Mark professed "I could see this ending our marriage." "It's that's important to her?" Tom asked. "It's really important to her, she's wanted to be a mum all her life and with her strong catholic background a large family is a given... but it's important to me as well.

I'm sure I'd make a great dad" Mark professed. "You would" Tom agreed nodding.

"That's where we need your help" Tom said, turning to face his friend. "There's no easy way to say this so I'd best come straight out with it. We 'd like you to donate your sperm so Alison can get pregnant." "My sperm!" replied Tom with a tone of incredulity nearly spitting out his beer. "Look" Mark jumped in seeing how his friend had reacted. "Hear me out for a second... There're several good reasons why we'd like it to be you and." "Don't they had anonymous donors, sperm banks, you know" Tom interrupted.

"Yes, they do, but, as I was going to say, there's also a shortage of donors as they are no longer anonymous donations which means a long wait, it isn't cheap and that we want more than one kids so it really does become a problem when you look at it. You also take a risk with them. Not all are above board, despite what their shiny pamphlets say.

Alison has colleagues who have worked for them and, I want don't go into the details but, at least one of their doctors was adding his batter into the mixture, so no, she's overly happy with that option" Mark continued. "You also have to tell the kid when they hit 18 and they could have dozens of half siblings out there." "Plus, they are a-bit of a crap shoot with the screening, and I'd want the kid to at least look like it could be mine... and well... everyone thought we were brothers growing up as we looked alike. I also think of you as family, so I'd think that would be an extra connection to the child."

"It won't weird you out knowing, well it'd be... well mine" Tom said swigging the last of his beer. "I can't lose Alison. I'll do whatever it takes. I've thought about it and we'll...if it can't be mine, this the next best thing. We trust you and Alison okay with it being you." "You've already talked about this!" Tom replied with a start. "Well, Durr!" Mark said, "it's her kid too." "Yerr... right..." Tom said sheepishly "It's just a lot to take in."" Look, we know it's a really big ask of you," said Mark. "No shit it is..." Tom replied. They sat for a while in awkward silence looking forward occasional taking a swig after another round of arrived.

Tom hadn't ever planned on having kids with anyone, didn't want anything complicating his carefree life. Tom thought of his friend, the heartache he been though and what their friendship meant. After several minutes of silence between then Tom spoke, "Say we did do this" he said quietly. "What exactly are you asking me to do?"

"We trust you and Alison's a nurse and she doesn't think we'd need to involve any clinics or medical professionals or lawyers" Mark said sounding a touch hopeful "You'd need to get an STD test done to make sure your clean and then, when the timing is right make donations over three nights, just to be sure, preferably with a short abstinence beforehand." "That's if you can manage to keep your hands off your own junk" Mark teased, trying to put some levity into the situation. "Alison's says she will tell you about the clinical part of it all."

"And afterwards... if it's successful... if she gets... pregnant" Tom started "You'd not need to do anything; we don't want money or support from you." Mark replied "I'd be on the birth certificate as the father and the kid need never know. You'd just be the cool uncle Tom, and Godfather if you can manage walk into church without bursting into flames," Mark elbowed Tom with a grim. "What do you think?" Mark said after a while. Tom pondered on it for a good while.

It was a big ask Tom thought. "Well," said Tom in and uncertain tone between gulps of his beer, "if you want me to have your baby, you are going to have to at least get me drunk first..." "Bartender, double shots here!" Mark called out.

The STD test came back clear, as Tom expected. He was a stickler for his 'no glove, no love' attitude with women. His hatred of his absentee dad had made sure he never wanted to knock up some one-night stand and end up paying child support for a brat that resented him as much as he did towards his old man. Some of the women were gold diggers and most of the women he hooked up with he wouldn't trust with a spoon, let alone a child. Weird that fate had put him in this situation he thought.

He was still apprehensive about it but told Mark he'd help them. Mark texted him that next Wednesday would be the first night and he should come around about eight. He did follow their request to refrain from his normal hand to gland combat and decided to skip a potential tinder booty call where he might have got some.

On the Wednesday night he pulled his truck up to Mark's place just after eight. The sun hadn't yet set but was getting low and the air still had some warmth. Mark and Alison's home wasn't grand but had two stories, a good-sized front yard and was well maintained with a homely feel. Tom had been there many times for barbecues, birthday celebrations and when he was occasionally invited for supper; however, this time he felt different. With a touch of nerves and a feeling like you'd get on a prom date.

He knocked at the door with butterflies in his stomach and Alison quickly opened it dressed in a night gown and slippers. She invited him inside and he stepped into their front room taking his shoes off as he normally did in their home. Why was she wearing a robe Tom thought, he'd never seen her in a robe before? He then thought of why he was there, and his mind pictured her holding turkey baster with semen dripping from it and the question answered itself. But did he also see make up on her?

"Where's Mark?" he asked looking around. "Mark's not here" she replied. "He's working a late shift and, well he doesn't need to be here. Plus, we felt it would also be well... it'd be a bit weird if he was. Can I offer you a drink?" she asked seeing his nerves. "The usual JD and coke to take the edge off?" she offered. "Sure" Tom accepted. They made some small talk about the weather and the local sports team, but it felt forced and strange.

He took a large swig of the spirit and Alison started "I know this is a bit weird, but we really are grateful for your help in all this. Shall we go upstairs?" "Okay, I guess...lead the way" Tom said finishing his drink.

They walked into the bedroom. Tom had seen this room before but not like this and not alone with Alison. In the soft light of the bedroom, he turned towards the en-suite bathroom. "So, I should go in here and... you know, make my...err...donation?" he nervously offered.

Alison turned to face him front on and looked straight at him saying "That's one option, but not what I had in mind."

"What were you thinking of then?" Tom replied with tone of confusion. "It's one way but it's not the best way" she replied. "Best way?" he said with a frown and sideways glance towards her.

"The way nature intended" she said is a sort of coy way and simultaneously she opened her robe to reveal that she wasn't wear anything underneath. The robe dropped to the ground around her feet, and she stood completely naked in front of him. Tom's eyes bulged as he looked at her in surprise.

Her breasts were a generous handful size with pert nipples and dark areolas. She was a bit shorter than he was, but he had a clear view of her toned, pale stomach with matching shapely thighs. Her bush was the same brown colour as her hair long but waxed and trimmed into a short fuzzy landing strip. She looked into his eyes intensely as he stood there dumbfounded.

"I thought Mark said there would be using a cup" Tom mumbled, barely able to form a sentence with his eyes fixed to her body. "That could be the way, but really the best chance for me to get pregnant is for us to have sex. I don't want to get pregnant using a piece of plastic"

"You mean" he started, "Yes" she replied" I want you to fuck and cum in me."

"But Mark..." he trailed off. "Mark wants me to get pregnant and doesn't need to know the specifics" she said stepping towards him, not breaking her gaze. "... and besides," she continued, "it could be fun for both of us." He was like a rabbit in the headlights of a car, brain blank and feet glued to the spot.

She reached out and took his hand and drew it to her exposed breast. "Think of this as your reward for helping us out." Her other hand reached out and covered his crotch. She started rubbing and Tom felt her touch on his penis through his trousers. He hadn't consciously realised but he'd been forming an erection from the moment Alison robe had hit the floor. She wasn't the exact type of woman he chased, but she was certainly attractive, and he certainly no longer saw her as wholesome, reserved girl he'd first thought of her as.

He felt like she'd cast some kind of womanly spell on him, making him feel like an inexperienced teenage virgin again presented with the view of the naked goddess Venus.

"So, you do like what you see?" she teased him, feeling hard member though the cloth of his trousers. 'Urrhhh' he managed, mind blank. "I'll take that as a yes" she replied, unzipping his fly with his erect member spring from his pants. She looked at his penis and was immediately impressed by its girth. It wasn't much longer than her husbands, but it was definitely thicker, and she couldn't get her little fingers wrapped all the way around it. "Hmmmmm, Katie said you had a nice cock."

Katie? Who was Katie? Mark was still frozen to the spot. Think man think! Ah the bridesmaid he'd fucked at the wedding, she'd been pretty but a completely ditzy and a quickly forgotten conquest.

"Your cock's a big one" she cooed. Tom wasn't so sure on that one, he was fairly sure his size wasn't exceptional given what other women he's slept with had said, around the norm at 6 and a bit inches but he suspected he had significantly more girth than average. Right now, his rod was as hard as it had ever been and pointing straight at Alison bare stomach.

"Katie said that you knew how to use it too" she continued, as she started to gently pull forward and back with her hand gripped softly but firmly around his hot shaft. Katie had been complimentary on Mark's performance in the sack, when relaying her gossip of their entanglement to Alison but had been a vague on the specifics. Alison could see now why she's had a good time. Mark realised that these compliments were to stroke his male ego, enticing her to do her bidding and he had to admit it was working. With her other hand she opened his top button of his trousers, and they dropped to the floor around his ankles.

She took a small step back then kneeled, moving her head down to level with his groin but didn't release her grip. Instead, she kissed the end of his cock, now glistening with his precum and then took the tip of his penis between her lip. He made a small gasp as she continued to take more of his manhood into her mouth.

He belatedly realised he had a choice in all this and could bolt towards the door, but the pleasurable feelings now emanating from his groin made his feet feel like lead. Was it that his friend had sort of asked this of him or that he was intrigued to see where this would go where Alison had alluded to? He was horny for sure, and it had been a week or two since his last hook up. She sucked on his member, creating a gentle but firm pressure, tongue flicking at the end gland and her lips stroking the shaft of his penis.

Then she started moving her head forwards and back taking more and more of him until her nose was buried in his wiry pubes. He was in heaven and moaned with her ministrations. Her hands reached up with both hands, pulling down his boxer shorts and his cock sprang free momentarily while she removed his underwear. Straight away her mouth inhaled his cock again, surrounding it with warms and wetness taking it deep inside.

As she continued the action, she reached one hand grasping his now bare ass and the other to cradle and massage his balls. She rubbed his taint and tasted some of the salty precum he was producing on her tongue.

Who was this woman he thought? She looked like Alison, but he'd never see her behave in this way or thought that a wholesome girl like her was capable of a seduction like this. It was like some sci-fi Stepford wife plot when the friendly girl next door had some kind of mind swap to with the porn star of his dreams. He closed his eyes and tilted his head ceiling ward groaning as the fellatio continued.

After about thirty seconds more she stopped sucking on his cock and release it from her mouth. "Did you like that?" she said to him coyly, his cock pressed against her cheek but still gripped by her hand. "Yes" he replied though a haze of pleasure. "Do you want more?" she enticed. "Mmhuh" he nodded automatically, but not consciously evaluating the question she'd asked.