SPERM BANK NURSE II
It was a typical week watching guys jack off into collecting jars and as usual I enjoyed it, but not as much as watching a boner dance unfettered by a hand holding it steady to keep the jizz squirting where it was supposed to go. Then a lady with a kid showed up in the waiting room. She introduced herself and the lad, Tommy. Then she said, I know this isn't your job, but you are a male nurse, and I hope you can answer some questions from Tom that, er, a man can answer best. I have some shopping to do so I'll be back in about half an hour. So Tommy and I sat and I asked him what questions.
"Well it's about gooey dreams. I mean maybe once a week I wake up and I'm lying in some slimy stuff. Last week I woke up and my weenie was glued to the sheet and Mom had to soak it off with warm water. How do I get 'em to quit?" I asked if his penis was getting hard for no reason and sometimes embarrassing. He nodded vigorously. I explained that he was now old enough to make babies and the goo was sperm that was backed up and nature was unloading it. And the hard penis was just eager to deliver the sperm. The way to stop all this was to unload the sperm every few days when it was convenient. And besides, You'll enjoy it. "OK, so how do I do it?" He said.
I had him stand up in the corner of the room and lean against the wall because sometimes his knees might buckle and otherwise he might fall when he unloaded. He did and I asked him to drop his pants and Jockeys. I told him not to be scared because he was going to enjoy it. He had a two inch weenie and I gently fondled his balls. "Now that's where the sperm is made," I said. His dickie rose and doubled in length. Uncircumsized, I'd give a bunch to suck it but instead I began to stroke it. He was staring at his tool and I asked if it felt good. "You bet!" He said. And then in about two minutes he said, "Uh I feel funny, sorta like I have to pee...OHHH!" And three small squirts shot out of his weenie, two of which landed on my left shoe. "Wow, it was sort of scary but you were sure right, it felt real good. Let's do it again!" He said. I explained that he'd have to wait until the sperm built up again so maybe he could do it tomorrow. And no reason to tell his mother about it, she'd figure it out when his sheets stayed clean.
When his mother returned I just said, "Mission accomplished." And she left with a smile. Two weeks later she showed up again and presented me with a pretty flower in a cute hand painted pot. All she said was, "Mission accomplished."
The next day a man, age 41 signed in as Jake Porter, but didn't write in his wive's name on the donation form. When I asked he said, "No wife. I'm gay and I want to father a child of my own. I've found a nice surrogate woman who says she will have my baby but she won't have intercourse with me. She will allow my semen to be placed in her vagina but only if it has been legally, extremely rigorously tested for any infection. She feels a legal sperm bank can test it to her satisfaction. So, here I am."
Naked he had an interesting tool. By the time I had soaped and applied antibacterial solution he became erect . It began horizontal but curved upward to become vertical and it must have been a nine incher. I realized he couldn't stand and ejaculate into the collecting cup so I had him lie on his side. "Jeez this is going to be tough for me this way. How about you doing the collecting?" He said. Needless to say I accepted. "Hey, go slow and that way I can produce the maximum load,"he said. He had his eyes closed and a wide smile. I did as he requested, his eyes were level with my boner which was making a tent in my scrub suit. "Hmm, I see a little wetness over your wiener. Could it be you are enjoying this a little?" I didn't answer but his grin remained until he said, "Get ready, I'm about to pop." So I slowed my stroke even more for a few seconds and then he said, "Ready or not, here I.......CUM!" Did he ever! I counted nine big gushes and I salvaged them all.
"Hey, that was gorgeous! I owe you one." And he reached over and pulled the bow on my scrub suit. The pants fell and he pulled down my boxers. "That big thing is talking to me. It keeps saying 'suck me, suck me', can you hear it?" Now I had the wide smile and I nodded. He could only get about half of my cock in his mouth but he was an expert at his craft. After a minute or so he said, "Your precum is yummy. Do let me know when you're about to download 'cause I want to watch." That didn't take long enough, I was really enjoying it, but soon I told him I was close. He pulled his head back and began to lightly circle my glans with a fingertip. My first jet of spouge was not a gush, it was a squirt and it hit him on his forehead. He pulled back further but the next six spurts plastered his hair. "Lordy, you have a firehose! I loved to watch it dance. You have my address and phone number. I'd like a call when you're free."
Three weeks with nothing of note happening and then a tall reddish blonde lady appeared in the waiting room. I went out there and she stood, gave me a firm handshake introduced herself as Patricia Flynn. She was a pretty one with a deep but soft voice. "I'm here to deliver a sperm sample for storage," she said. My mouth fell open, she smiled, pretty smile too, and said, "I'm transgendered and have been informed by my doctor that all the hormones I'm taking may in time render my sperm unable to make a baby. I'm thinking some day I may want to do so using a surrogate woman to get pregnant and deliver a child for me."
"Wow, I'm Patrick O'Brien," I said. Two Pats in a pod. We could be related back in the old Emerald Isle. I led her to the dressing room and gave her a dressing gown. I explained the collecting procedure and she opened her gown to reveal a good sized flaccid uncircumcised cock hanging over a pair of big balls. Her pubic hair was red and shaved except for a triangular patch over her penis. I retracted her foreskin, soaped and applied the antibacterial solution and patted her dry. Still flaccid, she said, "I guess this may be difficult. I've never been naked in front of a man before. My doctor is female." I told her I had a possible solution, took a vibrator out of my desk drawer, pulled a sterile glove over it, turned it on and held it under her glans. Her cock began to swell, I had her hold the collecting jar under her dick and started to stroke her. In seconds she had a lovely I guessed eight inch boner. I put the vibrator aside and just continued stroking.
"Gee, If I had guessed delivering sperm would be this enjoyable I would have been here sooner," she said. Minutes passed in silence, both of us staring at her woody, and then she said, "OK, be ready because I'm about ready to orgasm."
TO BE CONTINUED
"The danger of communication lies in the assumption it has been accomplished." G B Shaw