A Father's Love

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	Have you ever thought about the sacrifices you make daily?  
Are your rewards more than your dues?  Most of us go along not 
realizing the compromises.  It would be useless to think about them 
all.  Would you stop sacrificing?
	Now, your children are there.  No sacrifice becomes too 
large.  You realize you must teach responsibility.  This word means 
being able to accept the sacrifices you’ll have to make in order to 
fit in and be normal.  So, we say no to our children.  We feel
we are teaching responsibility, basically, you can’t have 
everything you want.  You know, in all likelihood, your child will 
not be able to have everything it wants when it becomes an adult.  
Many of us don’t become millionaires.  We begin the sacrifice 
conditioning early.
	Another reason why a parent will say no to a child is 
because the necessary resources to procure the child’s wants just 
aren’t there.  Simply, we just can’t afford it. But, what if the 
means were there?  Would you make a large sacrifice for your child’s
happiness?
	
	Todd Johnson is 16 years old.  He lives with his dad, Brad 
Johnson, his older brother Charles, and his younger brother 
Anthony.  Charles, whom everyone calls Chuck, is 19.  He attends 
college full time majoring in Information Technologies. Anthony is 
14.  Six years ago, Janet was killed by a drunk driver.  She was 
pregnant with her daughter.
	One Christmas, Brad purchased a family membership to a 
health club.  All the guys were athletic and fit, but everyone 
seemed to be going in different directions.  The guys agreed to 
meet at the health club a couple times weekly to work out, swim, 
play racquetball.  This could be their quality time while doing 
something they all loved.
	It was after the New Year.  They had enjoyed their first 
day at the club.  Todd walked into the shower room.  His dad and 
brothers were already showering.  He threw his towel over the rod 
on the wall, stepped under the spray, and began soaking his hair. 
He turned, and his family was looking at him.  He looked back.  
After a couple of seconds, he put his back to them and began 
soaping.  They all continued in silence. The tension was there.  
The jovial mood was gone.  They each had their own methods of 
ignorance.
	The weeks passed, and Todd changed.  The energetic, fun-
loving 16 year old became somber and a loner.  Brad felt this.  He 
didn’t know how to address the situation.  He began putting more 
effort in to building Todd’s morale.  Everyone remained silent 
about what each had seen.
	Todd consistently made excuses.  He couldn’t go because he 
had a very important paper due.  He had a test to study for.  He 
wasn’t feeling well.  They noticed Todd’s absence.  Each time they 
showered, they remained silent.  Each tried to change his thoughts.
	One day, Brad came home early.  He shot some hoops with 
Chuck and Anthony in the driveway before going inside.  He headed 
upstairs.  As he passed Todd’s closed bedroom door, he thought he 
heard crying.  He stopped.  As he held his hand poised to knock, he 
thought.  He knew.  But, could he help?  He didn’t understand.
	He cried.  He would cry, then he’d become angry.  Todd 
would feel the despair in the pit of his stomach.  He’d cry some 
more.  He would eventually rationalize the situation in his mind.  
He’d get over it for a short time.
	“Todd?  Are you in there?  You okay?”
	Todd quickly wiped the tears away.  He had to appear 
normal.  “Yeah, dad.  I’m fine.”
	“Can I come in, son?”
	How could he stall?  What excuse?  His mind raced.  “Sure.  
Just a second.”
	The door handle wouldn’t turn.  Brad had his hand on the 
knob.  It was locked.
	The door opened.  “What do you need?”
	“I was just wanting to see you.  Is everything okay?”
	Todd turned away but not before Brad noticed the red, puffy 
eyes.
	“If you need to talk, I’m here,” Brad told his son.
	How could you possibly understand?  What the fuck could you 
possibly tell me? Todd’s thoughts weren’t vocalized.  Who could he 
talk to?  “Dad, the coach mentioned at school that we need to get a 
physical,” Todd lied.  “Could I set up an appointment to see Dr. 
Compton?”
	“Sure,” Brad said as he closed the door behind him.  He 
knew his son just lied to him.  Maybe a doctor’s visit would fix 
things, he thought.
	
	Dr. Compton gave Todd his physical.  The boy was in perfect 
health.  He knew the boy was tense and anxious.  “Do you have any 
questions?” 
	“No.  Well, I was wondering what makes a man into a man?”
	“What do you mean?” the doctor asked.
	“I mean, what causes you to turn into a man?”
	“Physically or mentally?” Dr. Compton inquired.
	“Physically.”
	“When a boy starts into his teen years, puberty kicks in.  
His body begins releasing testosterone.  He begins developing into 
manhood.”
	“What determines how you develop?” Todd asked.
	“Genetic code.”
	Todd tried to hold back the tears.  He looked at the 
doctor.  “Will I develop more?”
	The doctor sat silently.  He knew where this conversation 
was headed from the beginning.  He had been the Johnson’s family 
doctor for several years.
	“We all have different rates of development.”
	“I’m almost 17.  Will I develop any more?”
	After a few moments of silence while Dr. Compton and Todd 
kept eye contact, the doctor finally responded.  “You’ve probably 
developed as much as you will.”
	It wasn’t the answer Todd was hoping for.  He removed the 
gown and began dressing.  The tears rolled down his cheeks.
	“We have to learn to accept who we are.  We’re not all the 
same,” the doctor told Todd.
	When Todd didn’t respond, the doctor added, “Would you like 
to talk to someone?”
	Todd pulled his shirt over his head.  He sat down to put 
his sneakers on.  He looked up at Dr. Compton and nodded.
	
	Brad continued hoping the therapy would help his son.  He 
remained in contact with Dr. Smith.  The conversations weren’t 
helping Todd.  They tried hormonal therapy. It didn’t change Todd 
physically where it needed to.  It did have undesired side effects,
so it was quickly abandoned.
	Dr. Smith brought the entire family together.  He felt that 
support was necessary from all of Todd’s family.  The family sat 
silently in Dr. Smith’s office.  Todd felt shame.
	“Would anyone like to say anything?” Dr. Smith asked.
	Silence.  Then, Brad said, “I love you, Todd.”  Dr. Smith 
and Brad had discussed earlier that Todd needed to be the one to 
say what was bothering him.
	“Todd, why don’t you tell your dad and brothers what you 
feel,” the doctor suggested.
	“I feel like a freak.”
	“Why?”
	“I’m not like my dad and brothers.”
	“How so?” the doctor asked.  Chuck and Anthony shifted 
nervously.  “No two people are the same.  Even identical twins have 
differences,” the doctor added.
	“They’re very similar.  I’m very different.  I didn’t 
develop like they did.  Why was I left out?”
	“There are more differences between men when they’re in a 
relaxed state than when they’re aroused.  The difference you’ve 
seen may be minimal when it really counts,” the doctor explained.
	The doctor let the silence run it’s course.  Finally, Todd 
said, “My dick is 3 inches long when it’s hard and my balls are 
slightly larger than grapes.  My dad and brothers are at least 6 
inches when they’re soft and their nuts look 3 times larger than 
mine.”
	Dr. Smith didn’t expect Todd to discuss inches.  This would 
be difficult to argue. It was necessary to direct the conversation 
toward personal acceptance and to have the family support this.
	Brad asked, “Is there any kind of surgery to remedy this 
problem?”
	Everyone looked hopefully toward the doctor.  “Well, I 
don’t think we should classify this as a problem.  It is much more 
important for Todd to accept who he is and what he has. Eliminating 
the inferiority Todd is feeling is ....”
	“Penis enlargement surgery would eliminate that inferior 
feeling,” Chuck interrupted the doctor.
	“How much would it cost?” Brad asked.
	“It wouldn’t increase the size that much.  Todd is 
comparing himself to the three of you.  Surgery wouldn’t increase 
him to that size.  A total transplant is the only thing that would 
make him that large.  So, we need to concentrate on his feelings 
about himself.  We need to support him in accepting himself.
	“What do you mean by transplant?” Anthony asked.
	Dr. Smith paused in his thoughts.  Apparently, it would be 
necessary to work this out of the equation.  They would need to 
discuss this until they realized it wasn’t an option.  “It is 
possible to transplant a set of genitals.  There is a very low 
success rate. The rate is slightly higher if the transplant is 
performed between relatives, just like any transplant.  Because of 
ethical reasons, testicles aren’t transplanted.  If the recipient
decided to father a child, the child would be the genetic offspring 
of the donor.  Most importantly, if the transplant failed, Todd 
would be left without genitals.  Right now, he has healthy, 
functioning genitals.  Finding a set of genitals isn’t an easy 
process.  And you can’t pick the size.  We then return to the very 
serious and probable possibility that the body will reject the 
organs, because they’re not of the same genetic code.
	The room was silent.  The doctor wanted to give this 
information time to sink in.
	“What if it’s from the same family,” Brad asked.
	The doctor looked at Brad and lifted his eyebrows.  “Do you 
have a dying, male relative?”
	“No,” Brad answered.  “What if it is an exchange?”
	“There can’t be an exchange.  To keep one set in complete 
working order, which would be the set coming from the donor, there 
would be too much trauma to the pelvic region.  The donor would not 
be capable of receiving.  There isn’t a doctor anywhere in the 
country who would do such a thing.  Besides, what healthy man in 
you family would be willing to make that sacrifice?”

	As soon as summer break began, Brad took a leave of absence 
from his job. The Johnson family boarded a plane to Miami.  From 
there, they flew to Columbia, South America.  The arrangements had 
been made, and the fee had been paid.
	Dr. Smith felt he did a good job helping Todd to accept 
himself.  The Johnson’s felt they did a good job convincing the 
doctor that Todd was better.  Todd had his last visit right before 
they left.
	Brad and Todd were prepped for the seven hour surgery.  
Chuck and Anthony would spend the next few days touring.  As Brad 
drifted into sleep, he thought back on the past couple of months.  
Since he’d made his decision, he’d masturbated several times 
daily.  Once Todd caught him.  Brad continued as his son watched.  
Brad watched his son.  Brad ejaculated onto his chest.  He thought, 
is there ever too large a sacrifice for someone you love?
	Todd healed much more quickly than Brad.  After the doctors 
checked all the plumbing and verified the hydraulics, Todd was 
discharged from the hospital.  Brad would need 2 more days to 
recover.
	At the hotel, Todd demonstrated for his brothers.  It 
really was a miracle.  As the brothers masturbated, Todd explained 
that if he fathered a child, the child would actually be his 
brother.  They would be both uncle and brother to the child.
	Brad was released.  At the hotel, he watched Todd prancing 
around naked.  Brad was happy for his son.  He watched Todd 
masturbate.  Todd ejaculated his father’s semen onto his chest.  He 
was much happier having a 9 inch erection.
	Brad showed his smooth groin to his sons.  A small hole had 
been made just above his anus so Brad could pee while sitting.
	After returning home, they relocated to the southeast.  
Todd had gone 14 years, happy, not realizing he was different.  A 
Christmas present opened his eyes.  He got what he wanted because 
of a father’s love for his son.