Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 16:44:58 -0500
From: Amigo <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robbery at the Sperm Bank 2

	At the conclusion of the Caracas trade show Ricardo and Jim
returned to Curacao and boarded the MS La Contessa for a business meeting
with Henri Siboulet.  Jim's first meeting had been by way of a formal
introduction that had left Henri with doubts regarding his suitability to
take part in the plan. Even though his credentials as a food chemist were
as impeccable as his own as a chef, Henri was disturbed about his sexual
orientation, although Ricardo had assured him that during the trade show
he'd have ample opportunity to correct that situation.  "Besides," he'
added confidentially, "his heterosexual background is exactly what we need
to have an unbiased approach to the project."

	Aside from a skeleton crew they had the ship to themselves since
the next cruise wasn't scheduled to leave port for several days.  Henri was
sprawled in a deck chair as they arrived and could easily have been taken
for a decadent millionaire in his wide brimmed panama hat, dark glasses and
a red thong half hidden below the rolls of flab that were the hallmark of
his profession.  He held a drink in one and as he waved at them.

	"Ah, Ricardo and my new friend Jim," he greeted.  "Welcome aboard!
Come sit by me and have a drink before we get down to business."

	They stretched out in chairs on either side of him.  Both were
wearing shorts - those on Ricardo very short and revealing his hairy and
muscled legs, while Jim's reached to the knees and were pleated.  He'd been
bold enough, however, to wear a tank top that suggested an interesting
torso.  A moment later a young man appeared in more interesting attire
carrying a tray of drinks.  He couldn't have been more than twenty with a
body to die for, slimly built and exposed to perfection in a light blue
bikini.  He served drinks to the guests and a refill for Henri.

	"Merci, Lars," Henri said.  "I'd like you to meet my associates
Ricardo and Jim."

	The young man set down the tray and wiped his hands on a napkin
before shaking hands with them.  "So much pleased to meet you," he said in
a Scandinavian accent.  Monsieur Henri told me you were planning a great
experiment and was kind enough to invitation me to take part in it."

	Ricardo furrow his brow and glanced at Henri.

	Henri pulled off his glasses and patted Ricardo's leg. "Don't
worry," he assured him.  "Lars is a reliable young man and is my trusted
apprentice.  I love him like a son."  Ad he said this he reached up and
caressed Lar's buttocks.

"In that case," Ricardo said, "I'm sure you've taught him a lot."

	The young man blushed rather sheepishly and excused himself before
returning to the galley.

	"You sure know how to pick 'em," Ricardo said with a grin.  "And he
can cook too?"

	"Oh he still has a lot to learn in that department," Henri
insisted. "But he has the right ingredients for our new product.: He went
on to explain that Lars had taken leave from his university to work on the
cruise ship and was a boyfriend of Jan Vanderbeck."

	He nodded.  "That's our supplier at Spermacor.  Then I guess he's
to be trusted."

"Lars was one of their most prolific depositors," Henri explained.  "His
production is of the highest quality - like that of all the Spermacor
donors."

Again Ricardo smiled.  "I'm sure you've sampled it."

"Many times," he admitted. Then, looking at him he added: "Do you know what
we're talking about?  Please feel free to ask questions."

Jim sat up, squinting at the sun as he replied: "I think I understand what
you're talking about.  Ricardo and I have also done some sampling."

	"And did you enjoy it?"

	Jim hesitated. A week ago he'd have been embarrassed to admit that
he'd actually sucked a guy off and swallowed his semen. His session with
Ricardo had opened a whole new world of sexuality that he'd been
missing. "It was quite an experience," he replied.  "And yes, I did enjoy
it."

	"I'm glad to hear that," Henri said getting up from the lounge
chair.  "I want you to add to that experience...in the interests of science
of course. Now we should get down to business.  You must examine a sample
of the shipment and tell me what you think."

	They followed him to the galley where Lars had thawed several vials
of sperm from the freezer and was pouring samples into crystal cordial
glasses.  Henri uncorked a bottle of champagne and filled three long stem
glasses.  First to cleanse the palette," he said giving glasses to Jim and
Ricardo.  Holding up his own glass he made a toast: "To our new
venture. Salud!"

	Following the champagne Lars handed them cordial glasses filled
with milky semen.  Jim held his to his nose but failed to detect any
odor. Ricardo swirled his glass in his hands, warming it as one might a
glass of brandy.  Henri instructed them not to swallow immediately but to
swish the liquid over the tongue as in a wine tasting ceremony.  The memory
of his wife choking on the taste of his sperm flashed in his mind and he
resolved to control any such impulse. Instead he tried to conjure the image
of the donor whose semen he was about to drink.  He probably looked like
Lars and gave up a good load. He then followed suite with Henri and
Ricardo, savoring the semen before swallowing it.  While the taste was
somewhat salty and acidic, he found it neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

	"On a scale of one to ten," Henri said, "how would you rate it?"

	"Four," was Ricardo's answer.

	"I'll give it a three," Jim said.

	"Very generous," Henri mused. "I think a two is the best I can
do. After all you must remember that this was merely the base ingredient
waiting for the attention of a master chef.  The final result will be
something elegant...like crŠme brulee perhaps." Then turning to Jim he
said: "Now I want you to taste a sample of sperm fresh from the source and
give me your opinion comparing the two. Please take a seat. Lars will do
the honors."

	Jim sat down wondering what to expect until Lars took off his
bikini and stood facing Jim.  His uncut cock was already at half mast as he
aimed it at Jim's mouth. It was long rather than thick like Ricardo's and
had a nippled prepuce that overhung the bulging glans within.  Lars slowly
pulled back the foreskin until the plum shaped knob came into view. Jim
licked the clear drop of precum that oozed from the slit and found the
taste irresistible. He circled the head with his tongue and gradually
worked his way down the shaft until Lars' pubic bush tickled his nose.  It
exuded a musky fragrance. Feeling the swollen knob pushing against his
throat he gulped as Lars felt the contractions of Jim's throat
muscles. Like a scuba diver Jim was forced to come up for air before diving
down again and working the entire shaft that was now bathed in saliva. As
Lars tense in readiness for the ejaculation Henri instructed Jim to ease
back so that only the glans was in his mouth.  He was to let the semen wash
over his tongue and to take note of its flavor and consistency before
swallowing. A groan escaped from Lars' mouth as his semen flooded Jim's
mouth.

	Henri watched as Jim swirled the warm semen in his mouth. After he
swallowed he asked: "On a scale of one to ten, what do you think?"

	Jim wiped a dribble of cum from his lips and licked his finger,
apparently satisfied.  "Much better from the source," he said.  "I'd give
it at least an eight."

	Henri arched his brows and smiled. "Very generous, but I see you
have good taste.  It should be noted that Lars has not been fed anything
that would effect the taste of his semen.  It is, as they say, all natural
and unadulterated. He will give you another sample later.  At his age it
doesn't take long to recharge the batteries.  But first we shall have
dinner and then a relaxing divertissement in La Contessa's hot tub.

	The dinner was simple, at least by Henri's standards, and was
served in the staff dining room by Lars -who was even more handsome in his
waiter's uniform of black pants, white shirt and bow tie. Several times
Henri caught Jim eyeing Lars' bulge as he served the dishes and knew that
Ricardo had been right in assuring his wholehearted participation in the
project. His Venezuelan colleague was as much a master in the art of
seduction as he was in the art of creative cuisine.  He would prove this in
a special surprise after dinner.

	The hot tub was the size of a small swimming pool with blue lights
playing on the swirling waters. Lars had taken off his waiters uniform and
was in the nude as he set out bath towels on the lounge chairs.  He looked
up as Ricardo and Jim entered the spa room.  "Welcome gentlemens," he
said. "I will take your clothes for you.  Monsieur Henri will be here
shortly.

	Ricardo stripped naked and handed his clothes to Lars.  Jim
hesitated only a moment before doing the same. Lars grinned at them and
said: "Very nice. You both have fine bodies." He folded their clothes and
set them on a bench behind a table.

	For the first time in his life Jim was aware of his nakedness as
something to be proud of, especially in the company of other males.  He
followed Ricardo into the pool and sat alongside of him on a submerged
bench. A jet of water below the bench tickled his balls.  He sat back and
spread his legs enjoying the feeling as Ricardo reached over and rubbed his
back. Henri entered wearing a white pool robe that gave him a priest-like
appearance as the blue lights played against it.  He slipped the robe off
and stood naked before them.  His hairy chest more than made up for the
lack of it on his head, but his most impressive feature was the enormous
penis that hung between his legs and a diamond studded cock ring that
glittered in the soft light. His belly now seemed more in proportion to the
rest of his body than it had in the tight fitting shirt worn at dinner.
Jim looked up at him appreciatively and vowed never again to judge a book
by its cover.

	"What a beautiful sight," Henri said to them.  "I am fortunate to
have such attractive colleagues."

	"Aw, cut the shit," Ricardo said with a grin. "Come and join us for
a three way."

	"My pleasure," he replied getting into the pool. "But before the
sex we must relax, then have a special dessert that I've prepared...manna
for the gods!" He then turned to Lars and said: "Join us. You are as much a
part of this venture as any of us and will soon be a wealthy young man if
all goes well."

	Lars entered the pool and cavorted in the swirling waters playfully
grabbing each of their cocks before taking a seat alongside Henri.  "The
first thing I will buy is a motorcycle," he announced. "When I go back to
Copenhagen I will take my boyfriend for a ride."

	"On the motorcycle or on his cock?" Henri asked as he fondled Lars'
balls.

	"On both," he replied.

	Before long all four men were sporting erections.  "I think we're
all ready for some dessert," Henri announced as he climbed from the pool.
Dry yourselves with the towels and take seat at the table.  I'll get the
dessert."

	Lars offered to dry Jim off...an offer he couldn't refuse.  The
young man seemed to worship his body, dabbing at his cock and balls with
much interest. "I like American guys," he admitted.  In my country I not
often see, how you say, a cut cock. Why do you circumsise it?"

	"It was the custom," he replied.  "But don't ask me why.  They
don't do it as much any more since there's no medical reason, except maybe
to make money."  He felt his cock harden again at Lars' touch. "Go ahead
and suck it," he urged.

	"I would like to," Lars said, "but not until Monsieur Henri
returns.

	Before he could reply, Henri appeared with a tray on which were
four cake decorating syringes and several small rubber bands.  "And now for
the specialite," he announced.  "These syringes contain a marinade of sorts
that I've developed after much trial and not too many errors."

	"Let me guess what's in it," Ricardo interrupted. "A sperm
cocktail."

	"We've already had that," Henri said. "This is a fruit extract
infused with a pinch of tumeric as an absorbent."

	"Interesting," he replied.  "But I thought you were serving a
dessert."

	"I am," he insisted.  "But one thing at a time." Turning to Lars he
said: "Put one of the rubber bands around the base of your cock just above
the balls. It must fit tightly. Then get an erection, which in your case
will not be difficult."

	Lars followed his instructions and produced an erection that made
the veins and dorsal tube bulge. Henri picked up a syringe and inserted the
tip into Lars' distended pee slit. "The purpose of the rubber band," he
explained, "will prevent the solution from entering his bladder.  We
certainly don't want to cause an infection. The solution must stay in the
urethra for several minutes until it's absorbed...or at least marinates the
tissues with its flavor."  He then pushed the solution into Lars'
urethra...causing the dorsal tube to distend even more. Lars sucked in some
air and moaned at sensation that felt like fingers tickling his cock from
within. After withdrawing the syringe Henri instructed Lars to pinch the
pee slit so as to prevent the solution from spilling out. After the
allotted time he was allowed to expel it.

	"Voila!" Henri announced.  "You are now ready to serve the
dessert." Then he said to Jim: "You have the honor of sucking Lar's cock
until he cums.  It will taste quite different than the helping he served
you earlier."

	It took no further encouragement for Jim to kneel between Lar's
legs and begin sucking his cock.  The rubber penis ring had made the
erection much harder than before. His tongue flicked over the veiny ridges
as it worked its way down to the base. And all the while he picked up a
fruity flavor unlike that he'd tasted from Ricardo's cock. Soon Lar's semen
shot past the restricting rubber band and filled his mouth with gobs of
cream.  When it was over Jim licked his lips and looked up at Lars. "Wow!
That was great...even better than before."

	"But of course," Henri agreed. "I told you this would be a special
dessert. Now tell me what flavor you tasted."

	Jim rolled his tongue thoughtfully while the taste was still
fresh. After a moment he replied:"Banana! Definitely a banana flavor...only
much better."

	"I told you it would be something like manna from Heaven," he
boasted.

	Jim got to his feet and rubbed his chin.  A smile spread over his
face as he said: "Think I got a name for your marinade - Banana Manna!"

	"Excellent!" Henri exclaimed.  "How creative!  The trick was in
getting the urethra to absorb the marinade. Then at the critical moment the
semen flowed through it and picked up its flavor.  Now I want the rest of
you... and me... to repeat the procedure and enjoy, if I may say, the
fruits of my labor."

  He then passed out rubber bands to Jim and Ricardo, and put one on his
own cock. A few strokes brought them all to hardness.  Jim looked down at
his hardened cock and said: "Oh God, I never had such a hardon.  I can feel
the blood pulsing in it."

	Ricardo observed the distended pee slit and grinned. "Looks like
your cock is real thirsty for the manna juice.  Let me give you a shot."
He then picked up a syringe and emptied it into Jim's urethra before
slipping on the second rubber band.  The entrapped solution made his cock
swell even more.

	Jim closed his eyes and fought against an urge to ejaculate.

	"Hold on buddy," Ricardo said.  "I'm going to take off the band
around your cockhead."  He then got on his knees and pressed a thumb
tightly against Jim's swollen tube just below the frenum as he pulled off
the rubber band. "I want to taste the marinade before I suck you off."
With that he withdrew the thumb pressure.  Jim's cock expelled the solution
with the force of a fire hose. It was yellow not with urine but from the
staining effect of the tumeric.  There was a banana-like flavor to it
although watery.  His next action was to take the swollen cock into his
mouth, getting it slippery with saliva right down to the remaining
restricting band.  With difficulty he was able to work a finger under it
and pull it off. By then Jim's penis was almost purple from the trapped
blood. He sighed at the feeling of release and eagerly began pumping
Ricardo's mouth. In the meantime Henri had syringed his own cock and had
applied the bands. On reaching the point of no return Jim gritted his teeth
as the first volley of semen flooded his manna infused urethra.  The flavor
of banana cream swirled on Ricardo's tongue, causing him to suck hungrily
at the next few spasms. When he'd licked the last of the golden cream from
Jim's pee slit he licked his lips like a little boy who'd just savored his
first taste of ice cream. With a contented grin he said: "I could go for a
second helping."


"Don't be a glutton," Jim grinned back at him.  "I gave you everything I
had and need time to recharge my batteries."

	Henri went over to him and said: "It will be my pleasure to serve
you." His cock, which was ordinarily as long and fat as a choice sausage,
was distended at a right angle to his belly.  His foreskin covered the
restricting band around his purple helmet. Ricardo sat in a chair as Henri
pointed his serving tool at his mouth.  He first felt the swollen dorsal
tube inflated with the solution and massaged it gently, coaxing it to
infuse the tissues with its flavor. He then grabbed hold of the shaft and
with some effort managed to roll the foreskin back over the mushroom
crown. The rubber band was buried deeply in the skin folds bunched behind
it.

	Henri gave him a pair of tweezers.  "Be careful," he said.  "Don't
damage the goods.

	Ricardo spat saliva onto the wrinkled folds before slipping the
tweezers under the band. It came off with a slight pull.  The solution was
immediately expelled, this time onto Ricardo's chest.  And this time he was
more interested in getting at the dessert than at what came before it.

	"You can leave the second band on," Henri said, not wanting to risk
a jab from the tweezers.  "If you do a good job the force of my orgasm will
shoot past it and deliver its prize."

	Henri's cock was almost too large to suck comfortably, but it's
plum-shaped head was a mouthful and promised to reward Ricardo with a
delicious serving of banana cream directly on the tongue.