Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 16:37:53 -0500
From: Amigo <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robbery at the Sperm Bank

This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers with an interest in
male sexuality. Comments may be addressed to the author: gusto655@yahoo.com
(Note: reference is made to another of my Nifty stories: Dr. Lerner's Spa).


ROBBERY AT THE SPERM BANK

Chapter 1

It wasn't the usual kind of bank heist. There were no men in ski masks with
drawn guns, nor were men in ski masks nor were there security guards or
hidden cameras to catch the thieves at work. No sacks of cash were hauled
to a getaway car. There was no hi-speed police chase. But as with any bank
heist the operation took meticulous planning and was in fact carried off so
smoothly that no one, least of all the depositors, was aware that anything
was missing from the cryogenic vaults at Spermacor, NA in Amsterdam.


	That had been the easy part.  Unlike cash or bullion, what was
stolen from the bank was highly perishable and had to be delivered to its
destination intact.
	After placing the canister into a shipping box packed with dry ice
Jan Vanderbeck opened the back door and loaded it into his van.  The other
employees had left promptly at five o'clock that Friday night and, as
usual, gladly left the closeup chores to him.  His job as assistant lab
technician at Spermacor was hardly the first rung o the ladder to success
he'd imagined even with a newly earned degree in biology.  His academic
credentials were less impressive with Dr. Klein, the director, than his
youthful good looks.  Like the depositors Jan could have been a poster boy
for the old Aryan ideal - blonde, blue eyed and slenderly well built.  As
part of his training he'd been given the job of cleaning the mastabatorium
booths of careless depositors along with the labeling of beakers containing
their donations - a job that seemed to grow on him even though the pay was
meager.  Considering the enormous fees Dr. Klein received for doing very
little other than recruiting depositors from the university and finding
eager recipients, it took little persuasion on the part of his former
employer to get him to take part in the heist. If the project was
successful he'd soon become a wealthy young man.
	Before leaving he deleted canister 1292 from the computer along
with the encoding that could identify the depositors.  Monsieur Sibolet had
assured him that a check would be forthcoming as soon as the canister
reached Curacao.  With that in mind he hung up his lab coat, slipped into a
sweater and climbed into the van.  Even with traffic there was plenty of
time to reach the terminal.  Clearing customs would be no problem since
this would appear as a normal Spermacor shipment listed in the computer
under "misc. expenses."  He had no way of knowing that this would be the
first of many such shipments or that he'd ever be caught.


	Henri Sibolet squinted against the rising sun as the dark spec grew
larger on the horizon.  A smile of recognition spread across his pudgy face
as the Cessna came into view from its flight from Caracas.  The Amsterdam
shipment had arrived an hour earlier. With all the ingredients now in place
the prep work could be started for what would become a gourmet masterpiece.
Monsieur Trebel had worked his way up through the ranks of the culinary
hierarchy from dishwasher to executive chef at some of the finest
restaurants.  His latest post as director of cuisine for the cruise ship
"La Contessa" was hardly suited to a man of his experience as the
retirement years approached.  But then it was better than facing the
indignity of a trial for child molestation, especially since the little
urchin had been moore molester than molestee and had no doubt sucked a
great many cocks in his fourteen years.  The ungrateful wretch wretch had
settled out of court with the help of a greedy lawyer and whoring mother.
But the job did have its compensations in the young crewmen he'd seduced.
While portly and in the throws of advanced middle age, Henri had proven
time and again that the way to a young man's heart - no less than his cock
- was through the stomach.  He waved his hat as the plane taxied to the
runway's end.

	Two men climbed out.  The taller was Ricardo Talavera, a successful
entrepreneur in the catering business in Caracas.  Darkly good looking in
an open sports shirt and shorts that revealed nicely muscled legs, he took
off his sun glasses and returned the wave.  The other man was shorter and
rather slim with rusty brown hair, slightly receded, but nevertheless
attractive even from a distance.

	"Good to see you, Henri," Ricardo said with a firm handshake before
introducing his passenger.  "This is Jim Barnes, the chemist I told you
about. Jim flew down from Miami last night and has a case of jet lag."

	"Welcome to Curacao," Henri greeted.  "I think some breakfast and a
short nap is in order to relieve your condition before we get down to
business."

	"Thanks," the younger man replied stifling a yawn.  "I left my
luggage at Ricardo's place and wanted to make sure the shipment arrived
before setting up my equipment."

	"It's here waiting for your inspection," Henri said.  "I have a
space reserved for it in the Contessa's freezer."

	"I should explain," Ricardo added as Henri led them to his car. "La
Contessa is the name of Henri's ship on which you'll soon get your sea legs
and maybe a good tan."

	"Sounds good to me," Jim agreed as he climbed into the back seat.

	"It's only a fifteen minute drive to Willemstad," Henri remarked
looking into the rear view mirror. "But you can take a short cat nap if you
want."

	The younger man yawned and stretched his arms before closing his
eyes I sleep...a view Henri found enticing, especially when Jim's spread
legs revealed the outline of a nice package.

	The idea had taken root some time ago during the last of several
visits he'd made to a mens spa in Mexico run by a Dr. Lerner, a brilliant
but eccentric physician who fancied his mission in life was to enhance male
sexuality for the benefit of mankind through priapic worship.  Even men
well into their eighties swore that the treatments received at the spa had
rejuvenated their sex lives to levels never before achieved even with the
highly promoted erectile dysfunction drugs promoted by the pharmaceutical
industry.  At first he attributed those claims to psychological
conditioning and the daily routine of mastabatory exercises employing
electric stimulation and the usual sex toys of dildos, pumps and sounds.
While most the spa clients were gay or bi, there were also a number of
straight men who took part in the routines but avoided the orgies - or
"rituals" as the director referred to them.  On his last visit the men were
served an herbal fruit drink before breakfast and their daily enema and a
fruited liquor after dinner. Both drinks were delicious and seemed to
produce an effect that was both mental and physical.  He noticed that his
fellow spa mates sported semi-erections during the day even after
ejaculating during the conditioning routine, and even stranger was that
they reported nightly dreams about penises of all sizes and shapes and
mighty eruptions.  The straight guys began attending the rituals they'd
previously avoided and began sucking cocks with obvious enjoyment.

Ricardo was no exception.  He'd sucked the cocks of friends in Caracas but
avoided swallowing semen, which he found unpleasant.  But at the spa he
developed a taste for it that amounted to an addiction. Since ancient times
people had gone to spas "to take the waters" - drinking noxious spring
water and wallowing in slimy baths in the belief they'd receive miraculous
benefits.  Maybe so, maybe not, he mused and wondered if the Spanish
explorer Ponce de Leon had actually discovered the fountain of youth that
had been his lifelong quest and had kept it a secret.  Whether or not the
spa's guru had rediscovered that secret he was convinced that the drinks
given to the men had somehow infused their semen with an irresistible
flavor.  Realizing its commercial possibilities he left the spa with
several jars of it hidden in his luggage.

	On returning to Caracas Ricardo planned to put the samples to a
test.  One of his colleagues was Jim Barnes, an American food chemist
working on product development for a nutraceutical company in Miami.
Married and with two kids, Him was as straight as they came.  While in no
way homophobic he never showed the slightest interest in anything gay.  He
knew that Jim would be attending an industry show in Caracas and offered
him the use of a spare bedroom in his condo rather than stay at a hotel.
The 'spare bedroom' suggested he'd have complete privacy to ally any
suspicions.  Jim accepted the invitation.

	Following the first night of the trade show they returned to the
condo and had a nightcap of the elixir and another mixed with orange juice
at breakfast.
	"Have a good sleep?" Ricardo asked as they sipped coffee.
	"Pretty good," Jim replied, "except for some weird dreams.  Guess
I'm not used to Venezuelan food."
	"Then tonight I'll take you to a yankee steak house."

	"Whatever you suggest," came his reply.

	Ricardo wondered what, if any, effect the drinks had had.  Jim had
admitted to "weird" dreams but he wasn't about to ask what they were about.
That night at dinner they both drank several glasses of beer and visited
the men's room before leaving the restaurant.  Standing at adjacent urinals
they unzipped and relieved themselves.  Ricardo had seen Jim's penis once
before in a Miami men's room, recalling that it was cut, rather shriveled
in it's flaccid state and rather ordinary - there being no way of telling
whether or not he was a grower...and certainly not a shower like himself.
Ricardo always enjoyed the furtive glances of guy at adjacent urinals
admiring his 7 inch uncut cock.  But this time he saw that Jim's penis,
while not hard, was at half mast and, like the others he was stealing
glances at his uncut pride that also sported a semi.  Jim stuffed his penis
back into his pants and zipped up while Ricardo shook the last drops.

	"That was a great dinner," Jim said making small talk.  It was the
first time in his life he'd ever shown interest in another guy's penis and
it obviously embarrassed him.

	"Then you should have only good dreams tonight," Ricardo replied as
they were leaving.

	The potient seemed to be having some effect.  He couldn't be sure
until he took the experiment one step further.  As on the previous night
they had the liquor before retiring.  This time Ricardo casually took off
his shirt and shoes before they went to their bedrooms, which were
separated by a shared bathroom.  Jim lit a cigarette and seemed in no hurry
to leave the room as his eyes wandered over Ricardo's hairy chest.

	"Make yourself comfortable," Ricardo suggested as he took off his
pants.  "I'll join you for a cigarette before turning in."

	Jim fetched a cigarette from the pack and fumbled in a shirt pocket
for his lighter.  "You sure keep in shape," he said offering to light the
cigarette.

	"I try to work out when I can," he replied. "What about you?"

	"Don't have much time like you single guys," he said while
unbuttoning his shirt.  "When I get home from the lab there's the wife and
kids to look after, not to mention the household chores she's lined up for
me."

	Jim had a trace of sandy brown hair between his rosy nipple and a
thin trail that disappeared into his pants.  His slim build revealed ab
muscles that might have been better defined by some workouts, but there was
no trace of love handles around the waist. His eyeglasses gave him a nerdy
look and even at 35 was boyishly handsome.

	"You're nicely built yourself," Ricardo said returning the
compliment.  Not wanting to push the situation further even though he'd
sparked Jim' interest, he suggested they get ready to turn in for the
night.  "Finish your smoke and help yourself to another drink if you want,"
he offered.  "Im going to take a shower.  See you in the morning."

	Jim climbed into bed nude.  He heard the sound of the shower from
the adjacent room as he ran his hand over his abdomen.  His fingers stroked
his bush lightly, causing a tickling sensation that was new to him.  They
then found their way to his cock, which responded into a full erection.  A
moment later a shaft of light broke across his bed as the door opened.
Ricardo appeared, nude from the shower and with a towel draped around his
shoulders.

	"Everything okay?" he asked.

Jim pulled a leg up to hide his erection and replied: "Yeah...great."

"Then pleasant dreams," Ricardo said before closing the door.

	The experiment was going well.  It was time to take it to the next
step.

	Returning to the bathroom Ricardo stood in front of a full length
mirro.  At forty six his athlectic good looks had yet to be erased by
middle age.  If anything, the mature male physique was an expression of
wholeness that young lacked. His penis swelled and lengthened until the
foreskin revealed its hidden crown.  He wondered if at that moment Jim was
stroking himself to climax or caught in an erotic dreamworld.  He'd check
the bedsheets in the morning for semen stains.  But first he continued the
experiment.

	He opened the medicine chest and withdrew a tube of lube and a
condom.  After lubing his hardon he rolled the condom onto it and
masturbated.  It wasn't long before the reservoir was filled with his milky
cum.  He then slipped off the condom and held it to his nose.  The aroma
was fragrant.  The potient had been infused into his semen.  He placed it
on the edge of the sink where Jim was sure to find it in the morning.  With
that accomplished he went to bed and enjoyed the most wonderful dreams.

	He stayed in bed until he heard stirring in Jim's room and a few
moments later the flushing of the toilet.  He got up, went to the bathroom
and knocked at the door.  "Hey, I got to pee," he said.
	"In a minute," came the reply.

	The door opened.  Jim stood naked with toothbrush in hand.  There
was no evidence of the condom on the sink.  Before Jim could squeeze out
some toothpaste Ricardo made a pretense of grabbing a comb from the shelf
above the sink, and in so doing was able to get close enough to Jim's mouth
to detect any odor of semen.  His breath was fruity fragrant!  The condom
had been flushed down the toilet but not before Jim had sucked out its
contents.  Ricardo decide to take the experiment one step further.

	After pissing into the toilet he said: "Go ahead and brush your
teeth while I put on the coffee.  And," he added, "you don't have to dress
for breakfast around here.  I usually have it in the nude."

	Two plates had been set out along with glasses of enriched
juice. Riccardo was pouring coffee as Jim entered the kitchen naked, his
cock swinging between his legs in that in-between state like the men at the
spa.

	"You're looking good this morning," Ricardo said.  "I hope you
slept well."

	"As a matter of fact I did," he replied taking the seat opposite
him.

	"Any more weird dreams?"

	He grinned sheepishly.  "Guess you could say that.  I had a wet
dream.  Sorry to mess up your sheets."

	"No problem, buddy.  It's been a long time since I had one.  Guess
you'll be glad to get back to your wife for some major relief."

	"Not necessarily," he said after gulping down the juice.  "She
thinks she fulfilled her sexual obligations after having two kids."

	"That's too bad," Ricardo remarked while brushing Jim's leg ever so
lightly with his foot.

	Jim reacted with a boyish smile.  "Hey, that's nice."

	"It seems you need some attention that you're not getting from your
wife."

	"You may be right," he agreed.  "I've felt different the last few
days.  Don't know how to explain it.  Maybe something in the water, you
think?  But anyhow I feel great."

	He didn't know how close he'd come to accounting for the change.

	"I'm glad," Ricardo said.  "Maybe you're finding another side of
yourself you didn't know existed.  You're an attractive guy and have been
the last one to know it."  He reached under the table and squeezed his leg.

	Jim blushed and was bold enough to touch Ricardo's hairy leg with
his foot.  "I've never had a friend like you before," confessed.  "I heard
from the grapevine that you're gay, or at least bi.  It doesn't make any
difference with me."

	"And I heard that you are straight," Ricardo shot back at him, "but
never held it against you."

	"You're not like the gay guys I've heard about...I mean the fags
who act like women."

	"They're in the minority, Jim.  You'd be surprised how many
straight guys have what the call 'man-to-man' sex.  It's a celebration of
their masculinity.  What's between a guys legs can be enjoyed as much as
what's between his ears...maybe more in some cases.  Trouble is that many
men are afraid to admit it."

	"I never thought of it that way.  The fact that here we are, two
guys, sitting together naked having breakfast, really blows me away."

	"Hope you're enjoying it as much as I am."

	He nodded and smiled.  "Maybe even more, Ricardo.
  Then quietly he added: "I think I'd enjoy what's between your legs."

	Ricardo broke into a grin.  "I thought you'd never ask!  I wouldn't
make any moves on you if I thought you'd be offended."

	"Until now I would have," he admitted.  "It's just that something's
come over me that I can't explain.  Maybe it's your cock...like the one's
I've been dreaming about."

	"Well there's no need to dream about it."  He stood up, revealing a
full blown erection.  "You can touch it if you like.  It won't bite."

	Without saying a word Jim pushed his chair back, got up and stood
in front of Ricardo.  He had an urge to kiss him, but that would have been
too much. He nervously ran his fingers over Ricardo's dark chest hair. They
tingled at the touch.  He slowly squatted down without with his eyes
following the hairy trail that led to a thick pubic bush.  Inhaling the
musky aroma he gently, almost reverently, took hold of the cock and licked
its swollen head already tipped with a clear fluid.  The taste was unlike
anything he'd imagined even in his recent dreams...a foretaste of what was
yet to come.  He savored its flavor on his tongue and wanted more of it.
As inexperienced as he was in the art of cock sucking he lowered his mouth
on the engorged penis as if by instinct and would have reached the pubic
end had not the gag reflex intervened.

	"Easy does it man," Ricardo groaned as Jim came up for air.
"You're one hell of a cock sucker your first time out."

	Jim paid no attention as he took a deep breath before diving down
on the cock with determination.  The few drops of precum had enflamed an
appetite that wouldn't be satisfied until he swallowed a full load of semen
as he'd done with the condom.

	Ricardo's groin muscles spasmed as his orgasm approached.  He let
out a loud groan as wave after wave of his semen were expelled into Jim's
hungry throat.

	Jim gulped down the first two blasts before easing off so that the
following eruptions bathed his mouth.  The fresh semen was even more
delicious than that from the condom.  When the flow slowed to a trickle he
let the cock slip from his mouth but tongued the pee slit to siphon the
remaining drops.  Ricardo ran his fingers through Jim's hair before pulling
him to his feet.

	"How was it?" he asked.

	Jim smiled as their eyes met. "Better than I could have imagined,"
he whispered as they embraced.  With heartbeats merged against their chests
they exchanged kisses, this time with no hesitation on Jim's part.  The
feeling of tongues snaking together was delirious.  Ricardo tasted traces
of his sperm that lingered on Jim's lips. He then placed his hands of Jim's
buttocks and pushed him into the chair.  "My turn now," he said kneeling
between Jim's legs.  He began, not by sucking his cock, but by tonguing his
balls...taking each in turn into his mouth - a feeling Jim had never
experienced.  He then nibbled his way up the shaft until reaching the very
sensitive rim just below the pee hole.  A drop of precum appeared, crystal
clear and flavored with the now familiar taste.  Ricardo eased his mouth
onto the shaft until Jim's bush tickled his nose.  His throat muscles
clamped the swollen head, sending shiver through Jim's groin.  He felt
Jim's balls contract and his hips buck in spasm as the orgasm shot its
contents into his throat.  Like Jim. He eased back to let the last spurts
wash his tongue with the fruity elixir.

	The experiment had been a success.  Two questions remained,
however.  Would the aficionado of elixir enhanced semen also find ordinary
semen desirable? If so, commercial exploitation of the finished product
would be limited, while on the other hand if it were found to be unique the
market would be unbounded.  The elixir was yet to be tested on females.
According to reports from both married and single men, few females enjoyed
giving blow jobs and did so either to avoid pregnancy or to satisfy a guy's
demands.  Many vulgarly referred to semen as 'cock snot.'

	"Now that you've experienced man-to-man sex," Ricardo said, "I
think it's okay for me to ask a personal question."

	"Sure," Jim replied.  "What is it?"

	"Has your wife ever given you a blow job...sucked your cock?


	"She started to once before we were married," he admitted.

	"Started to?  Didn't she finish?"

	"Almost did, but when I started to cum she almost threw up at the
taste and finished me off by hand. I was never so humiliated in my life."

	"I can understand," Ricardo said.  "Now I want you to do me two
favors, let's say in the interest of science, which I'll explain in a
minute.  When you get back to Miami I want you to find a guy and let him
blow you.  Then ask him how he liked the taste of your semen."

	"Jeez!" he exclaimed.  "That's gross.  Besides, I couldn't just go
up to a guy and ask.  I'd get my teeth knocked out."

	"Not if you do it right. You could go to a gay bar.  You're an
attractive guy and it wouldn't take long for you to get propositioned.
Like I said, it's in the interest of science.  Next I want you to suck a
guy off and see what his cum tastes like.  I know it comes in different
flavors depending to some extent on what a guy's eaten in the last few
hours.  We've tasted each other's cum and agree that it's delicious."

	Jim nodded but was still confused.

	"Our semen has one thing in common," he continued.  "It's been
flavored with an ingredient in the liquor we drank."

	"You mean it?" he asked incredulously.

	Ricardo smiled.  "You're in product development.  Consider the
possibilities."

	"You intend to turn unsuspecting people into cocksuckers?  That's
indecent and highly unlikely."

	"That was your suggestion, not mine.  I'm talking about a new food
flavoring.  What someone puts into their mouth is their business, not ours.
You could spread the product on a cracker or lick it up like ice cream.  Is
that so indecent?"

	"I'm sorry," he apologized.  "I didn't mean it like that.  The idea
still seems pretty farfetched."

	"But it works.  I think we can both attest to that.  I'm interested
if it also works on females...which is where you can help.  I'm going to
give you some of the liquor and want you to do a chemical analysis of it.
I also want you to give some to your wife and see if she shows any interest
in your cock...maybe even finish the blow job she owes you."

	"That'll be the day," he laughed. "But I would like to do an
analysis."

	"As long as you keep it confidential.  And don't forget about the
blow jobs.  They're important too."

	"That may be the hard part," he said.  "But I'll do my best."