Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2003 11:42:56 EDT
From: MickeySkee@aol.com
Subject: Deposits at the Sperm Bank

At first, the questions on the form made me a little nervous.
"Had you ever had sex with a man before?" and "Are you homosexual?"
I really needed the money, and this Zyo-Sperm Cryolab seemed to be easy
money. It was $25 bucks a shot for jacking off into a cup. Gee, I thought
how rich I'd be if I counted all the times I did that for free.
I knew that I had no diseases and I was clean in every way. I practiced safe
sex. And, I knew they'd be testing me every month. So, I didn't think it was
fair that they would reject me for the program merely because I liked sex with
someone with a hairy chest and a hard cock.
So, I lied.
The Cryolab was a strange place. The secretary was a blond handsome lad named
Barney who was tall and thin. The technician was a muscular guy with tatoos
named Steve, and the doctor was a young sandy-haired man named Dr. Malin.
I passed the written tests. I was smart enough, with a good background and
good family history. Now, it was time for Dr. Malin to examine me. He asked me
to strip. I hesitated. I nervously took off everything except my underwear and
socks.
"No, no, that won't do," the doctor said. "Take off everything. We have to
measure you."
"Measure me?" I gulped.
"Yes," said the young doctor. "Measure everything. Everywhere."
I took off my socks, then my underpants and he stared at my cock. I was
afraid I would start getting hard in front of this hunky doctor and they would
expel me from the program.
"If it makes you uncomfortable to be like this, we'll start with measuring
this," he said, grabbing my half-erect cock in his hand and a tape measure in
the other. He held my semi-hardening cock in his big hand and brushed my blonde
pubes from the top of my bush and stretched the tape measure over it. "Let's
see, five and three-eighths inches flaccid."
He wrote on a large chart, with my coding number, (easy to remember for me) #
69, on the top of the chart. He gently started pulling my dick. I almost
pulled it away in shock.
"Okay, let me see it hard," he said. "We have to record all your
measurements."
I sprang to attention, astonished. He smiled. He first grabbed underneath my
balls and held them back as he stretched the tape measure along the side of my
hard-on to the base of my balls.
"Hmm, eight and three-quarters. Impressive. Is that all you can do for me
today?"
I blushed. He smiled. He slid the tape from my balls along the underside of
my shaft to the tip of my bobber.
"Seven and three-quarters. Nice. And now the top."
Wow, I always measured from the top, you know, looking down on my dick from
the bush to the tip, on the top. Now I know why guys say they're bigger, they
must measure from the side, or underneath. It is all part of the penis, I guess.
"Topside six-and-seven-eighths. OK, nice."
As I stood there with my hard-on, he went on to measure everything else, my
foot, my fingers, my chest, my waist. He didn't seem to mind my bobbing dick
hitting his white lab overcoat as he measured some more. He took some blood,
some urine and stuck a Q-tip swab in the tip of my oozing member to get some
fluid from the tip of my cock.
"Yes, you'll be a nice specimen for some family who can't have children," the
doctor said. "They will pick you out of a book, but they won't know who you
are. We'll have all your history, measurements and a few unidentifiable
photographs of you."
Then, the technician, Steve, came in with a camera and took close-up
photographs of me naked. One buttocks shot, one eye, one arm, one leg.
"Oh good, he's still hard, so I won't have to lube him up," Steve said. He
held my cock up a little, pointing at the camera as he took one last picture.
"Now, one last test."
Steve handed me a plastic cup with a lid on it about the size of my
toothbrush glass at home.
"We have to test your semen," Steve said roughly. "Go into our bathroom and
don't come back until you've filled it up."
I was stunned. I suddenly wondered if they really wanted super-men here. I
cum a lot, but not that much. Then, Steve smiled, and I realized he was
kidding. "I think you'll meet our standards," he said.
The bathroom had three stalls. Across from the stalls was a counter with two
sinks and a wall-sized mirror that ran the length of the room. I almost hid in
one of the stalls to masturbate, but I found the mirror was more helpful in
arousing myself. I stood outside the middle stall and slowly unzipped my pants
as I watched myself in the mirror. My pants were at me knees and my cock
strained to get out of my tight white cotton briefs. I pulled out my cock and
started pumping. A container of soapy gel was screwed to the counter. I reached for
some warm water and covered my cock with the handful of slick soap.
I imagined that my hands were Dr. Malin's as I stroked myself. In just a few
minutes, I felt I was ready to shoot off. I reached for my cup on the counter
and shot my white creamy wad into it. I didn't fill it up, but I covered the
bottom of the cup pretty thoroughly.
After getting my pants back on, I carried the cup out to Barney the
secretary. He held it up and shook it around, the white cream splashing the sides.
"Good job," Barney said, smiling.  "It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"No," I said, glad to get rid of the vial.
"Pretty soon, you'll be an old hand at it," Barney said.
Steve tested the sperm, said it was excellent, froze it in a tube and they
paid me $25. Each time I gave a donation, I had to abstain from sex at
least one or two days before, allowing me to donate at the most four times
a week. I was doing anything with anybody, so it didn't seem like it would
be a problem, and I could really rack up the bucks.
The next time I came, I went into the bathroom and noticed that the first
stall had another donor in it. I immediately grew hard, thinking that
someone was playing in there. I took the next stall.
"It ain't easy to fantasize in here, is it?" said a deep voice in the next
stall. I looked down and could see his white tennis shoes and the jeans down
next to them. I saw his naked thick hairy leg.
"Right, but there's enough stuff to think about around here," I said,
obliquely referring to the three masculine workers at the lab.
"Sometimes, my mouth is so dry I can't work up enough spit to get a good
boner," the neighboring donor said.
"Well, there's some gel on the counter that works nicely," I said.
"That's great, good idea," said the other guy.
I was ready to peek out my stall to get a glimpse of this guy's dick, but he
didn't move. Instead, he hesitated.
"Umm, if you're going to get some for yourself anyway, could you get me some,
too?" he asked, a bit nervously.
I obliged, walked out naked with my half-hard-on, pouring a full handful in
my palm and then coming back to my stall. I was surprised to find my neighbor
crouching on his knees with his dick sticking up on my side of the stall.
"Slap it right on there would you?" he asked.
Once again, I obliged. I kept on rubbing him, and myself. Then, I felt a hand
reach under and I moved sideways to offer my slippery cock to him. His dick
was very long and smooth. My hands slid up and down his shaft. His strong
muscular hand gripped my greased cock and lingered around my balls. Then, his
fingers massaged my head and I could feel myself pulsating as his fingers
probed my dick.
His own cock swelled in my hands and I could feel spasms at the base of his
cock.
"Let's cum at the same time," he said. "Jerk me harder."
I did as I felt like I was ready to burst. We both held our cups to our
respective cocks and shot at the same time, milking each other with one
hand and holding cups on our own cocks with the other.
"Thanks man, this'll be the best deposit I've given," he said. "I'll wait a
few minutes, and you go on out, so it won't look suspicious."
I left my faceless partner and walked out, where Barney was sitting, smiling
again.
"This one was better, wasn't it?" Barney asked, as if he knew what was going
on. I just smiled.
Steve checked the sample in his large video microscope and said, "Boy oh boy,
this is a good one. There's twice as many spermies in it and a 95 percent
motility. Good job, Mickey."
I blushed, grabbed the money and walked toward the door when I practically
bowled over the guy coming out of the bathroom. He steadied his cup of cum and
looked me in the eyes. I gasped. He was beautiful.
My neighbor donor with the smooth big dick had a tanned dark body attached to
it. He had green eyes and a slight stubble on his dimpled chin.
"Hi, I'm number 94," he said to me, squeezing my hand with the same grip he
had on my dick only moments ago. I looked at Barney and Steve, who were
watching us closely.
"Hi, I'm 69," I gulped. "Nice to see you, uh, face-to-face."
As I high-tailed it out the door, I noticed that 94 made his next appointment
the same time as mine. I knew that if we weren't careful we'd both be booted
out on our tight little asses from the gents at the Cryolab.
A few weeks of mutual masturbation continued until Barney handed me a slip of
paper. It was an appointment for a consultation with cute Dr. Malin. I wanted
to strip for him again.
"Only a few select donors are asked to come to this," Barney said. "It is
required that you make it if you are to remain in the program."
I knew it! They caught us, I thought. They found out that 94 and 69 were
helping each other fill their cups. My heart sank. I liked this part-time
work, I paid for all my holiday shopping and now was working on a trip. I
had always wanted to go to Borneo. I planned to travel around the world on cum.
When I arrived the two days later for the appointment, the waiting room had
four of the most handsome hunks I had seen in a long time. They looked like
models. My j.o. buddy, number 94, was there too. Barney was talking and
laughing lightheartedly with them all.
I sat next to 94, figuring that I might as well get to know his name after we
both get kicked out of here. Dr. Malin, in his white overcoat, came into the
office. Barney walked over to the door, put a "CLOSED" sign on the door and
locked the front office. I was curious.
"Hello, gentlemen," the doctor said. "I've invited you here because you five
are the donors in most demand here because of your obvious physical features."
I scanned the group. A muscular Hawaiian wrestler guy, a long-haired piercing
blue-eyed surfer dude, a stunning preppy business-suited Aryan type and my
dark-haired #94. Yeah, a pretty hot group, I thought, but nothing in common at
all.
"Also, you five have the highest motility and sperm count, and we are going
to conduct a series of tests to discover the best techniques for increasing
such counts," Dr. Malin said.
After 20 minutes of asking about diets, exercise and health, we got to know
each other better. Barney looked on anxiously.
"Now this is somewhat unusual, but I'm going to ask us all to step into the
bathroom," the doctor ordered. We filed in and looked at each other as Barney
brought with him a few vials.
"I'm going to ask us all to provide one sample of semen while we observe each
other to see if we can learn techniques of intensifying the orgasm and
providing a larger quantity of sperm," the doctor said.
"Us?" I gulped.
"Yes, us," he said, taking his own vial. "Barney and I are also donors and we
wish to see how we can increase our counts, too."
We stood there and looked at each other for a moment when the Hawaiian
grabbed his cup, leaned on the edge of the sink and whipped out his fat brown dick.
I grew hard immediately, and watched the surfer boy pop out his long cock set
around his almost white pubic hair. The preppy guy slipped off his pants,
folded them and rubbed his tight blue underwear in front of us all.
I noticed Dr. Malin's white overcoat propped like a pup tent as I realized
that he was wearing nothing underneath. He unsheathed his raging hard-on,
dropping his overcoat and exposing a hairy sexy body. Barney's lanky white form
stood naked in front of the mirror.
It was interesting to watch each other.
The Hawaiian was rough with his dick, slapping it on the ceramic sink until
it got red. He liked to push his hands on top of his dick, so that the
underside slid on the cool sink.
The surfer dude had his palms outstretched and rolled his cock in his hands
like he was kneading clay. He groaned and swung his hips as he watched the rest
of us.
The preppy guy surprised us all by lubing up his left hand with soap and
leaning against the wall and shoving three fingers in his ass as he pulled on his
cock head with his right hand. He threw himself back against the wall quietly
and caused the rest of us to intensify our squeezing. He was a dreamy stud
with his jacket and tie on as his cock went from red to purple.
My buddy #94 liked to hold his cock with both hands  -- he had enough cock for
two sets of hands, just like me  -- and he'd screw his dick like a bottle. He
closed his eyes as he listened to the rest of us moan.
I prefer grabbing the soft underside of my penis, just below the head, with
my right hand and pulling my sack of balls with my left just where it attaches
to the base. I like to take long slow strokes.
Barney was using one hand and frantically working himself up, hopping up and
down as he played with himself. The doctor used his saliva to rub around his
head and massage the sensitive spot just underneath the head.
It was like a carnival of masturbators. What a sight! Each of us got off so
much on watching each other and trying each other's unique style. It was the
doctor who broke our individual ecstasies. He walked over and grabbed my dick.
"I've been wanting to touch this again now for weeks," he said. I didn't
resist. His expert hands provided the pressure in just the right spots, as the
others joined the idea and began fondling each other.
Pretty soon, we were worked up to a frenzy. Barney shot first, almost missing
his cup. The doctor came, too, shouting, "Make sure you have the cup with
your number on it."
The Hawaiian's violent load exploded out in one gob, while the preppie's
spewed out in even spurts. The surfer like to watch the long glistening
strands of cum seep into his cup. My familiar #94 and I came at the same time.
"So, how's it look Steve?" Dr. Malin said.
"Real good, real good, I took a lot of notes, " said Steve, clicking on a
light which showed him observing us from a two-way mirror in the front
office. We all laughed. Steve had his pants down revealing a thick cock,
and the mirror had a stain on the other side.
"It appears to us we have been remiss in realizing that sometimes a guy can
lend a hand in making the orgasm more powerful, and therefore increasing
velocity and improving quality," the doctor said. "May I suggest we do this
at least once a week."
The doctor got no objection.
So, for a couple of semesters now, I've been with the same group  -- Steve now
joins us, too  -- and we have been providing some great samples. We've never
done any more than jack-off together in these incredible circle jerk sessions. No
unsafe sex on the premises either of course. But, since we realize that we
are among the safest guys we know, all of us have been one-on-one at one time
or other in the privacy of our own homes  -- but practicing safe sex all the
while. I never knew their names, except for the preppy business guy, John
Rex, who really rocked my boat, but seemed a bit shy. His penis was almost
an exact mold of mine, without the thick blue vein I have.
As for me, well, I must admit that all of my private exploits with each guy
was different in its own way, just like their different styles of jacking off.
Yet, I now have a steady relationship with the hottest, horniest, most
experimental one of them all.
And next week, Dr. Malin is moving in with me.

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