Cumming to the Convention
“Mina Hayes,” I said as I set my bag down on the counter. I was still like totally sore and exhausted from the plane ride to Philadelphia. It was only noon, but it felt much later. I smelled like the taxi that had gotten me from the airport. The man behind the counter typed something into his computer. I looked around the hotel lobby, it seemed pretty nice.
“I am not seeing a Mina Hayes with a reservation,” the man said in a very snooty voice. I looked up at saw a sign on the counter.
“There,” I said, tapping the sign, “I have one of the block of suites that ConPharmaMax reserved for the convention.” I explained. He looked down at the sign. It said, “ConPharmaMax National Convention for Phaliphax PHP Cancer Treatment Patients: A Conversation on Survival and Side-Effects.” He looked at the sign and shrugged. It was good, six weeks out and still no one had heard of the “side effects.” Not even the guy who worked at the hotel where we were having a convention. I appreciated the fact that it didn’t say something like, “Convention for Chicks with Cocks.” I mean the guy read the totally boring sounding convention title and had no idea.
“I take it you are a patient,” he said typing into the computer.
“Why, don’t I look like a doctor?” I said, smiling. Just trying to be in a better mood and all. He didn’t smile back. I rolled my eyes when I typed.
“Much too young,” he said.
“Maybe I am well endowed… with an excellent mind,” I said. I heard someone giggle behind me, I turned and looked and saw a girl about my age. I knew instantly that she was a patient too and she knew what I was saying. I smiled a little, she was cute. And it was a little bit comforting to know that there were a bunch of girl’s going through the same thing I was going through.
And my God was I going through a lot. It was six weeks since that morning I’d woken up with my little surprise between my legs. That first day had undeniably been the toughest. I guess I already told that story, at least up until the time that I… had sex with Dr. Marta. After that I’d left Dr. Marta’s office and went home. I’d told my mom about the… side effect. She had been pretty upset and had talked a lot about suing the pharmaceutical company that had made the medicine. That was, until I reminded her that I’d be dead without them. She was still pretty upset though. I didn’t tell her about the feelings that the medicine was giving me, I didn’t tell her that it made me want to have sex with women or that my… sperm apparently had some sort of addictive quality that Dr. Marta didn’t understand, and definitely didn’t tell her I’d had various kinds of sex with my friend, the Otis twins, and my doctor. After a couple of days, I convinced her to just sit tight and wait for Dr. Marta to figure something out. After that, she sort of just pretended like everything was normal.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t pretend that everything was normal. At school, I no longer found myself attracted to my boyfriend. I mean, he was a nice guy and everything but I just didn’t feel anything anymore. So we broke up. Instead, I just found that more and more I was looking at the girls. I liked the way that their breasts moved when they walked, the way their laughs sounded, the way their butts looked squeezed into a pair of jeans. And it wasn’t like these were just conscious thoughts. I’d stare at girls when they walked and dream about them. And I wanted badly to be with them. I mean, the girls on my cheerleading squad were just too irresistible.
The temptation was insane. I mean, that first day I had just allowed myself to indulge in it, because it was all so strange and new and uncontrollable. But when I got home that night, I realized that I had to keep control of myself. First of all, I didn’t even understand these feelings I was having. What if I hurt someone or did something that I couldn’t take back? What if the side effect went away and I felt ashamed about what I’d done? What if I couldn’t live with it? Plus, I knew I could trust Dr. Marta, the twins, and Lucy, but if I did anything more, I knew that everyone would find out about me. And while I’d… yes I admit it, had fun with my cock that first day, I still didn’t want anyone to know that I had it. So I’d decided to control myself until I found out what was going on.