The Last Gift

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The Last GiftCancer. The word sounded hollow in his ears. “Cancer? How can I have cancer? I eat right, exercise, do everything you’ve told me to doc. How can I have cancer?” asked John. “Cancer doesn’t play fair John, but you do have stage 4 pancreatic cancer” Dr. Richards pulled x-rays out of a sleeve to point the hotspots out to John. His words fell into an empty pit that John was already at the bottom of. John’s thoughts were of Lita, his wife of seven years. She was in the Wintered Under program in Antarctica. It would be four months before there was even a chance for her to return home. “How long do I have?” he asked. “You should get your affairs in order as soon as possible. With treatment, you might have two or three months.” Dr. Richards solemnly replied. “I’ll have my nurse give you the phone numbers for bursa escort Hospice and the clinic. I still want to get a biopsy just to be sure, but the chances of it not being cancer are remote.”The next morning John called to make an appointment. “I’m a little nervous” he told the receptionist, “I’ve never done this kind of thing before.” She told him “It’ll be fine hun, just think about whatever makes you happy and we’ll get all we need.” He decided to think about Lita, it was for her he was doing this after all. He wondered why they never started a family. Misplaced priorities he supposed; career, 401k, real estate investments all seemed so petty now. He closed his eyes and began to remember the first time he saw her; it was at the beach and she was barely wearing a string mersin escort bikini. Her prefect breasts strained against the mesh fabric of her top. He couldn’t help but notice how his breathing had quickened thinking about that day and he definitely had stirrings going on in his groin. John remembered their first kiss, the memory sending pleasurable electric shocks throughout his body. His breathing was definitely faster now and his pulse was racing as he focused on everything he loved about Lita. Her smile, her lips, the way her mouth looked when she went down on him…John was having trouble controlling himself at this point his breathing was shallow and ragged, his pulse raced, his thoughts raced, and his right hand slid rapidly up and down his throbbing cock. He saw flashes sakarya escort of their life together. Sharing a bath on Saturdays, making love in the swimming pool, orgasming together, laying entwined in afterglow. His orgasm was building to the point of no return as he stroked his cock up and down. His fingers squeezing and sliding on his well lubed organ faster and faster his hand moved. Slowly as if a lumbering giant was waking up, a slow tingling began to grow from his genitals, it spread from his balls up to the head of his cock. As his pleasure peaked John squirted a massive load of cum into the specimen cup the nurse had given him. After straightening himself up, John took the specimen cup to the fertility clinic nurse. “How long will it be viable?” he asked “because my wife won’t be home for at least another four months.” The nurse gave John some information pamphlets and told him not to worry, that cryogenically frozen sperm had a 98% probability to fertilize an egg and would last for several years. For the first time since yesterday morning John felt ok. He could still give Lita his baby.

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