The sperm donor

I was 19, a second year student at the University of Delaware. Like all college guys, I could always use some extra cash. I had seen an advertisement in the campus paper for sperm donors. The ad was up front; it said that donors could earn as much as $150 a week that averaged $50 a pop. I could do that and besides I wasted more than that when I showered. So I called for an appointment to go through the screening process. I was treated well. Although they
seemed very interested in my background, the screening process was very clinical and almost unrelated to the ultimate goal of making babies! They tossed out terms lie -- sperm count, motility rates, viability -- almost like exam questions. I passed!!!

I had been able to tell the screening rep that I had had no previous sexual experiences with another person, that is. The rep said that this made things easier, since I should abstain from sexual release for three days before my donation appointment. I had never really given sex with another person any kind any serious thought. Most of the guys in the dorm were crazed over getting laid. The main focus was on girls. I never thought about girls that way. Now guys, that was another thing. But I had never really gotten past the fantasy stage. But when the opportunity arose, I got myself off. The screening rep explained that guys who had girlfriends sometimes had to disappoint their girlfriends a couple of days before their donation days, and this sometimes created problems.

I knew that lesbians and infertile women used the center. I would have preferred to know
the women who would used my sperm, and to know something about the child, but understood that this was not possible. The donation center kept donors and recipients apart, even scheduling appointments for the two groups on different days.

I always looked forward to my appointments at the clinic. I couldn't beat off several days before donating; so my appointment at the clinic meant that I would at least get some sexual release.

On my scheduled appointment day, I almost ran to the clinic after class. At the reception desk, I signed in and was asked if I needed any "visuals. " I said no.

This day, a young good-looking technician appeared and told me to follow him. I followed. The clinician was deeply tanned and I noticed the contrast of his skin coloring with his white lab coat. The technician took I down a long hall, to a fairly large room. The room had been remodeled and did not look clinical. There was a bed with a somewhat "homey" faded cover. A modern painting of a naked Adam and Eve hung on the wall. There was a bookshelf full of "stroke" magazines.

Even in the midst of this clinical, somewhat impersonal setting, I was already hard just anticipating my release. I knew that I would have absolutely no problem getting off. But I yearned for more. Some physical touch by another guy would be nice. I wanted to be with someone. Where were these thoughts coming from? I had never needed this before.

I was brought out of my daydream when the technician said, "I guess you'll be OK?" I picked up on this response. The question seemed almost inviting. I sat on the bed, and said, "Hey --
it'll only take a short time -- please stay." I feared that the technician might say, "No way dude." I also didn't know exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was at the clinic for a very singular purpose, but the desire for human contact, even at this most personal moment, overcame my
hesitation to voice this request.

In a very deep and low voice, the technician told I that he'd never watched before. I realized that the young technician had given me permission to proceed. So I pulled off his pants and jockeys in an instant. My 19-year-old cock was at full attention now. I settled down on the bed. The young technician moved closer and broke the seal on the plastic collection container and handed it to me. "My name's Peter," he said, breaking his anonymity. I could feel a degree of humanity in
this very inhuman setting. Suddenly my mind relaxed. I closed his eyes; my mind went into the same sexual fog that it did when I beat off in his dorm room.

Peter looked down at me. He was nervous, but also excited. Out of his own personal habit, he put some saliva in his hand, and placed his hand on my cock. He felt me tense up, but I did not draw away. I opened my eyes and looked up at Peter. I had this urge to kiss him. I had only kissed girls before, but Peter's lips suddenly looked more inviting than the lips of any girl i had kissed before. I thought of the potential consequences of what I wanted to do. 

At the same time, Peter started rubbing my cock. Suddenly Peter felt a part of a process that
he had felt left out of, previously. In some ways, he felt as if he were actually giving life or at least assisting in the life process. As his hand increased in speed and frequency, he looked down at me. I was only dressed in my college sweatshirt. Peter sensed that this very self-assured, intelligent young man needed physical contact and assurance. His lips met mine as he continued to pump me.

I felt the usual primeval urgings and cravings and arched my back of the bed. I felt Peter's tongue, and allowed it to enter my mouth. I responded with my own tongue. Suddenly, I felt my body nearing orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from Peter's, and said "I'm coming. " Peter removed his hand from my cock, and picked up the sterile container. Placing it under my cock, he was amazed at the amount of semen collected - perhaps 6-7cc..

Peter felt my body as it relaxed. This whole brief sexual sequence had made Peter feel a part of the process. 

Both of us regained our composure. I put on my pants, and sat up on the bed. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, but a feeling of total satisfaction came over me. My sexual and physical needs had been met. And I no longer wanted to jerk off again. The closeness of another male body was fantastic. Peter was great and his kiss....

"Well I'll get this on ice right away," Peter said. I knew that this was the beginning of something new in my life. I did not know what that beginning was, but I was drawn to Peter and wanted to know him better. "I have a psyche class to get to. I really enjoyed your company. Thanks. How would you like to get together in my room for pizza later tonight?"

After an awkward pause, he answered, "Sure there are some things about what happened today that I'd like to talk about." "Great, see you tonight!" I looked forward to this new adventure. I knew my life was going to change. Maybe after tonight, I would know what I really wanted in my life.
To be continued...