Tony and Sarah didn't have any children. Tony was five years older than Sarah, she was 30 and he was almost 36. When they married Sarah was only 22 and they really weren't thinking seriously about a family. They wanted to wait a few years. Now, Sarah was reaching that age when women who dream about a family someday start to realize how fast time flies and that opportunity doesn't last forever. Tom had plenty of work as a builder and they finally purchased their first home.
The news was overwhelming. Tony's medical exam revealed a lump on his left testicle and his sperm count came back extremely low. He was going to have to have a biopsy done to know if it was cancerous. Tony didn't have any trouble pleasing his wife in bed, but the doctor said the chances of him ever having children were very slim. When he came home that Friday afternoon and shared the news with Sarah she broke down devastated. She spent most of the weekend locked in her bedroom crying and refused to eat.
The next week Sarah gradually became her normal self again and accepted the news. The biopsy came back negative and that was really a cause for a lot of celebration; although, it didn't change the fact that he wouldn't be able to have children of his own. They spent the next weeks talking about the future and Sarah brought up the subject of adoption. Tony really wasn't excited about the idea but he wanted his wife to be happy. One Monday afternoon Tony quit work early and plopped down on the couch. Now Tony wasn't the kind of guy to watch daytime television but he flipped the channel past Oprah and the subject caught his eye. There was a woman that was not able to have any children of her own. Her sister had donated an egg, it was fertilized with her husband's sperm in vitro, and then they had paid a young lady to be a surrogate and take the baby to term. Maybe we can have a baby, Tony thought he had a plan.
That night Tony and Sarah lay in bed and he shared his idea. At first she didn't seem to like the idea but the more she thought the more excited she got. Tony had two sisters and a much younger brother, Andrew, who was only 19. If Andrew would be the donor for the in vitro, Sarah could carry the baby and no one would ever have to know that Tony wasn't the real father. Tony and Sarah spent the next several days on the phone with clinics, doctors, and insurance companies.
Andrews's cell started vibrating on the end table next to his bed. It vibrated its way against the metal table-lamp base and was making an even more annoying ting-ting sound. Andrew opened one eye to look at the clock and reached for the phone.
~It's 8 a.m. on Saturday, who the fuck is calling me?~ Andrew bumped his elbow with a thud on the corner of the table when he put the phone to his ear,
"Son-of-eh....Hello?"
"Hey Andrew, this is Tony."
"Tony, it's 8 in the fucking morning," Andrew rubbed his forehead with his palm.
"I know, sorry. I'm calling to ask if you will help Sarah have a baby."
"You're calling...God...wha..?" Andrew inhaled some of his own saliva and coughed losing his voice for a moment. "Are you drunk already Tony? It's only 8 in the morning," he rasped.
"Sarah and I really need to talk to you, get dressed and come over," Tony hung up the phone.
Two and a half weeks later:
Andrew sat on the edge of an exam table in the doctor's office wearing nothing but a short hospital robe that wouldn't tie shut in back. The paper that covered the table was cold against his bare ass. ~I can't believe they talked me into this.~ Andrew already regretted his commitment. The door opened and a motherly, slender, brunette woman with thin rimless glasses on the tip of her nose walked in and closed it behind her. She was attractive, maybe even could've even been a knockout 25 years ago. ~Another nurse?~ Andrew was thinking when she stretched out her hand and spoke.
"I'm Dr. Bergeson; it's nice to meet you Andrew. Go ahead and take off the robe and stand up."
~Oh, brother!~ Andrew stood up and the doctor pulled on a pair of purple rubber gloves and sat on a short wheeled stool. The room was a bit cool and his naked body shivered. He looked down at his penis that looked rather small and was a bit embarrassed about the way it was responding to the temperature.
"I'm going to examine the testicles now," she lifted up the flaccid shaft of his penis with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and cupped one testicle with the other hand gently feeling it.
A shot of pleasure ran up Andrew's spine from his groin and he jerked his hips back fearing he would get an erection in front of the doctor. Suddenly he felt flushed and looked down in horror at his semi-hard cock pointing at the doctor's face.
"I...I'm sorry!" he stammered.
The doctor looked at him over the top of her glasses, "don't worry," she smiled with a subtle wink, "just relax, it's quite ok...this isn't the first time."
The reassurance seemed to make matters worse and Andrew's cock was now at full attention. He was still embarrassed - but no longer about his size.
