SPERM BANK NURSE I
I counted myself lucky. I had a prime part time job working here that gave me a few bucks while I worked on an advanced nursing degree with plenty of time to do my reading between supervising donors on providing their specimens. This fellow, Herman Schwartz, was forty six years of age, nice looking bloke. His reason for banking was that he had been unable to conceive with his wife because his erections were too soggy to allow for intercourse. He had been a bachelor until his marriage a year ago, the doctors had told him all his tests were normal and there was no explanation for his problem so he was here to somehow produce a specimen that could be injected into his wife's vagina at prime time in her menstrual cycle when she was most fertile.
When he opened his dressing gown he had a nice sizable cock even wen flaccid. I explained that sterile collection technique was essential so that bacteria couldn't grow during storage. So we began by carefully washing his penis with antibacterial soap. His dong rapidly filled as I soaped him down and lo and behold when patted dry he had a good nine inches of boner sticking straight out! Then I applied a sterile antibacterial solution and wiped it dry with a sterile sponge. A tiny drop of precum was now oozing from his piss slit. "My God," he said. "I haven't been that hard in years!" I told him he could now masturbate into the sterile jar I gave him but it was essential that his hand and penis should not touch the jar. "Ah jeez, I'm afraid I'll screw it up. Could you, uh, do it for me?" He said.
I pulled on a sterile glove, held his woody with one hand and the collection jar in the other. I asked him to tell me when his orgasm was imminent and began to stroke him. It couldn't have been more than a minute before he said, "OK I'm getting close." I slowed my stroke and tilted the jar toward his glans about two inches away. "Here I.......CUM!" And boy did he! It was a gusher of epic proportions. I was glad I was holding the jar because his hips bucked as he delivered. "Gosh, I don't remember ejaculating that much since I was a teenager, if that much."
He looked over at the tent in my pants and said with a smile, "And it looks like you enjoyed it too." I told him I did and asked if he would like to return the favor. Silence for a bit, his eyes never wavering from my pants, and then said. "Hmm. Maybe I would...." I shucked my pants and shorts and then he said, quietly, "Boy, that would be a first for me." Again silence, his brow furrowed, and he said, "Well, yes I guess I would." I took his hand and led it to my boner which was pointing up toward the ceiling. He turned to the side and began to tentatively to stroke me. His cock which had been detumescing began to fill again. When I came my squirts arced in the air and landed over two feet in in front of me. "Well, it looks like you enjoyed it too. Thank you, I never expected this donation would be a pleasant one." I looked down at his again full erection and said, "Your penis has definitely documented your statement."
Nothing unusual for a week and then Herman walked in. "Well, I've had a thoughtful week. I have come to the conclusion I'm probably gay and I've been suppressing it all my life. You seemed to enjoy my hand a lot so, no offense, are you also of that ilk?" He asked.
"Queer as a cow up a tree," I replied.
Herman: "I can't get it out of my mind. I have an all consuming thought of how much I would enjoy sucking that upright organ of yours." I told him I would certainly enjoy that too and suggested he come back at closing time, at 5:00. He was back at 4:50 and paced around the waiting room until I locked the door and he followed me into the collecting room. We got naked and untouched he was hard as a rock. I asked him to sit in the chair and I stood in front of him. He took my tool into his mouth at least most of it and began to suck. "Ouch!" I said. "No teeth! Let's change positions and I'll give you a thirty second lesson." So I wagged my head, wagged my tongue, gave his cockhead a lot of attention, used varying pressure of my lips etc.
As we again changed positions he looked up and said, "You were right to stop then, you almost got me off. Now please let me know when you're about to pop because I want to watch you squirt." This time he wasn't much better and clearly he didn't get much from my brief tutorial. "Tell you what, let me do you and pay attention. I think you'll enjoy it more, and I know I will if you do it well," I said.
I began by licking his 'nads, then took one in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. He must have liked because his dong was already leaking Cowper's pre ejaculatory fluid. I licked that always yummy stuff off and used my tongue to massage his glans. "Sheesh, you keep doing that and I'm gonna cum," he said. So I stopped, waited until he told me he he'd cooled down and I went back to slowly, gently repeated my lesson. "OK, I think I think I've got it but please go ahead and make me cum. I can't stand it any longer, I want to CUM!" So I took tool in hand and oh so slowly stroked it. "Oh yeah, I'm almost.....almost...o,o,OOOHH, YEAH!!!"
His first spurt went only a few inches and I pulled my hand away. Then his cock jerked upward and began to squirt. I counted eight gushes and once again they were big ones. Would I ever get bored from watching a dick dance and squirt? I doubt it!
TO BE CONTINUED
"The danger of communication lies in the assumption it has been accomplished." G B Shaw