The Clinic © 2019 by David Lee
This is romantic fiction with little socially redeeming value. I hope you find it entertaining at least. David
Devan and Steve weren't totally surprised at being called into the office at the same time by Bob, the gym manager, but they were rather taken aback by the offer being discussed.
"Guys, I have a good friend who runs a fertility clinic off-shore south of the Caribbean. He's always searching for buff guys to become sperm donors. Couples looking for good genes are willing to pay well. Some of the prospective fathers want a donor who has physical characteristics similar to their own, like eye and hair color. That way, their offspring will match the family, and no one will guess that it's not their biological kid.
"My associate relies on my instincts to make recommendations, and this isn't an invitation that's open to just anyone. If I think you'd be perfect, he'll probably agree.
"I told him about you guys, and I sent him a picture of you working out together, with your faces blurred, of course. He's interested in having you apply. You'd need to fill out a physical profile with the usual statistics of height, weight, BMI, and the like, as well as your more private numbers like length and girth of your, um, equipment. Some clients want assurances that their male offspring will have a chance of being well hung. Don't sell yourselves short but please don't exaggerate.
"A local lab would run blood tests to check for STD's and drug use before you'd be accepted. They would also do a sperm-count on a sample of your ejaculate. Considering that you're both young, clean-cut, and in great physical condition, I'm sure you'd pass everything with flying colors."
"Um, what's in it for us?" Devan asked, "besides doing a good deed for people who want kids."
"Sorry, I forgot to mention the rewards. You'd have a free week at the doctor's all-inclusive resort in the Dominican Republic plus a round-trip flight, along with some of his clients, on his private jet in January or February when winter here is at its worst."
"And, exactly what would be required of us?" Steve wanted to know. "Do we just jack off into a test tube?"
"Dr. Grosch's staff would harvest your sperm three times during the week. It's usually done on your first full day and then spaced out more or less equally to allow you plenty of rest and recovery time. At your ages, I doubt either of you would take too long to recharge.
"You guys might reach the desired quantity by the second session if you don't jerk off between times."
"What are the facilities like?" Steve asked.
"It's a first-class resort with several excellent restaurants on the grounds. The beach is beautiful. There's even a section cordoned off with a privacy fence for nude sunbathing if you want an all-over tan. I can vouch for the place because I've been a guest there as my reward for sending good people his way.
"You'd be expected to share a suite. All of them come with a king-sized bed, or twins if you have an aversion to sleeping together.
"The package would cost you several thousand dollars as a tourist. There are quite a few tours available at a reasonable charge if you want to explore the country in your spare time.
"I'll give you the link to the resort's website and you can have a week to make up your minds. In the meantime, please don't spread around what you're doing. Remember, this is by invitation only."
"Hmm, this looks like a great way to enjoy a free winter vacation without any investment other than a few ounces of jizz that we'd probably waste during a week anyway," Devan said as the two warmed up on stationary bikes side by side.
"Yeah, but I wonder if there's a catch. How he can afford to treat donors to a dream get-away when a small amount of ejaculate is all he's getting in return? He must charge a fortune for fertilizing eggs."
"I bet it's expensive but it's probably a lot more cost-effective to do it in a location outside the USA. Their laws are likely to be less stringent. And, he could be making a good profit off the resort at the same time."
The pair stopped talking as they concentrated on exercising after they got their heartrates up. It wasn't until later that they discussed it further.
After their workout, the guys went into the steam room to relax. As they sat naked near each other on the upper tier of seats, they appraised one another more openly than they would normally have felt comfortable doing.
Steve was handsome, with a head of thick black hair and a short beard which looked good on his angular face. His torso was stunning in the dim light which cast shadows accentuating his washboard abs. A sprinkling of dark chest hair completed the pleasant picture.
Devan was also attractive but in a somewhat different way. His skin was fairer, and his pubic hair, like that on his head, was an intense shade of copper. He had pronounced muscle definition as well.
In a pair of short, tight workout trunks, either of them could grace the cover of men's health magazine. With their trimmed pubes, shaved ball sacs, and ample foreskins, they could be poster-boys for a naturist resort.
"Of all the buff guys at this health club, I wonder why Bob chose us," Steve wrinkled his brow in thought.
"Maybe because we're both single. I doubt a married man would be interested. Even if he were, I'll bet his wife wouldn't want him gone off alone for a week, or like the idea of him fathering someone else's children even in an indirect way."
"I just thought of something from last week," Steve mused, "Remember when Bob came into the locker room while we were naked heading for the showers? He spent several minutes talking to us about nothing important. I think he was appraising our bods. He must have liked what he saw."
"Could be. We ARE among the guys who aren't ashamed to let it all hang out. That might've suggested to him that we'd be comfortable allowing someone to milk us for our sperm," Devan agreed.
The men decided to eat dinner together at Cheddar's and then go to Devan's apartment to check out the resort's website together.
"Wow! This place doesn't skimp on amenities. The workout facilities are better than most hotels in the US. The beach is pristine, and the grounds seem to be well-kept," Devan exclaimed, as they perused the site.
"It does appear to be a slice of heaven. I wonder if the photos are up-to-date."
After checking more details, they found that the pictures were, indeed, current.
"Um, I'm glad we'd be doing this together," Steve said. "I don't think I'd feel comfortable facing it alone. If you don't get picked for some reason, I won't go either."
"I agree. We're a team. We've gotten pretty tight over the past year. I feel like we're more than casual buds."
"We are! I hope this experience will be something to draw us even closer rather than driving us apart. I mean, being together 24/7 will bring out our faults and stuff. I hope you don't end up hating me when it's over."
"Steve, you're the best workout partner I've ever had, and you've become my best friend. I can't imagine ever disliking you in any way."
"Perhaps you will when you know my deepest secrets. I don't want to lose your friendship."
"I don't believe that could happen - ever. Of course, the same could be true in reverse. You might not like me when all is exposed in the light of day."
"If you're referring to your nude body on the beach, I'm sure it won't offend me in any way."
Both were dancing around putting a label on their relationship, which was beginning to look like a bromance.
By early December, everything seemed set for their adventure. Having met all the requirements, they'd been accepted as donors and their passports were up to date. They'd even received official papers which absolved them of any responsibility for child support in the future if some offspring managed to trace them as their sires.
All that was left to do was to wait for January.
In the meantime, Christmas and New Year's were approaching. After Steve let it slip that he wouldn't be going away for the holidays, Devan invited him to spend the time with his family and him in the Chicago suburbs.
"It's only a few hour's drive, and Mom would love to meet you."
"I don't want to encroach on anyone's family celebration."
"It's no problem. Mom loves to entertain, but you'll probably get stuck sleeping with me in my old bedroom. It has a trundle bed which can be moved across the room, if the thought of sleeping too close is holding you back."
"No, that doesn't bother me. It's awfully nice of you to include me. Please make sure it's okay with your family before I accept your offer."
Devan did check with his parents, and, as he'd predicted, they were delighted.
"Is this going to be a `meet the in-laws' occasion," Lois Purdy asked when he called.
"Mom! We're just very good buds. He doesn't know about me, and he's never done anything to make me suspect he's gay. So, please don't say or do anything to mess up our friendship! Tell Meg and Marty to keep their mouths shut too."
"Okay, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I'll warn the rest of the clan not to say anything."
The trip to the burbs was about a four-and-a-half-hour drive. Devan drove because he said his car knew the way there. Steve insisted on buying the gas. Devan didn't want him to because he would have spent the same amount of money going by himself, but Steve reminded him that he (Steve) was the recipient of more hospitality than his gift of a wine and cheese basket would cover.
The guys talked about their upcoming vacation and some of the side-trips they might take. Steve seemed excited about it but appeared a bit distracted at times. Devan figured it had to do with whatever falling out he'd had with his parents. So far, Steve hadn't shared even the slightest detail, and Devan wasn't the type to pry.
Steve was touched by the welcome he received. Don, Lois, Marty, and Meg all hugged him as if he were a part of their extended family. He felt emotional, especially since it contrasted so completely with how his family had treated him recently. Of course, these people didn't know the real him. If they did, they might not be so cordial.
Lois sent the guys to get settled in Devan's old room and wash up for dinner. They'd be eating early, around 5:30.
It was Christmas Eve day, and the family traditionally went to a church service that evening. Devan told Steve they could stay at home if he'd rather not go. However, Steve was all for attending.
Steve found the service to be just what he needed. It quieted his mind and made him feel at peace, but it also made him do some serious thinking.
Members of the congregation were friendly, greeting him along with Devan's parents and siblings, just as if he were one of them.
When they got home, they had eggnog and cookies and opened gifts. Steve had been included in the exchange of names, so he received a nice shirt and tie which was in the same price range as the perfume he'd purchased for Devan's sister, Meg.
After the exchange they played a few hands of cards, and then retired to their bedrooms at a reasonable hour.
"Devan, tonight's message about love and truth really hit me – especially the truth part. I've gotta be honest with you even though I know it may cost me. The reason I'm not with my family this holiday season is that I came out to them two weeks ago. Now I'm a persona non grata. Fags aren't welcome in their house."
Steve's voice broke, and his tears belied the brave front he was trying to maintain.
Devan's heart melted at the sight. He embraced his buddy tightly in his strong arms.
"It's okay, Steve. I totally understand. Your `confession' makes my Christmas better than I'd ever hoped it could be. I've had a crush on you from the moment we first met!"
"Oh Devan, I wish I'd known! I've been panicked at the thought of losing your friendship. I've longed to be in your arms like I am right now. After my family rejected me, I felt even more dread about having you find out. I'm glad I finally fessed up."
"Me too! I warned my family not to say anything about my orientation because I was afraid just like you were. Um, if we push the beds together and lock the mechanism, we could cuddle without falling on the floor. That is, if you're interested."
"Hell yes!"
The two of them stripped down to their underwear and climbed into beds, mostly positioned on the one next to the wall. Devan was on the edge, sort of straddling the divide between them. Eventually, he stuffed a spare blanket in the crack so he wouldn't feel like he was falling into it.
Without so much as asking permission, Steve kissed him firmly on the lips. Devan responded to his overture with no hesitation. For the next several minutes, they made out like a couple of horny teenagers.
When they stopped to catch their breath, Steve sighed.
"I still can't believe this is happening. I thought I'd never have the chance to be happy. If we were in one of those stories on an erotic website, we'd be screwing like rabbits."
"Um, is that what you want to do?"
"I'm sure I will eventually, but right now I'm more interested in closeness than sex, if that makes any sense. I know there's a connection between the two, but I'm not sure how quickly we should go there."
"We're so much a like!" Devan exclaimed. "I'll admit lusting for you, but in my heart, I've wanted to hold you and cuddle more than fuck your brains out."
"So, what's next?"
"I vote we snuggle and see where it leads."
Snuggling led to more kissing and petting. Before long, they had shed their underwear to have total skin to skin contact. That progressed to rubbing their bodies together, Steve on the bottom with Devan thrusting against him. Both squirmed and writhed in pure lust.
As their passion continued to rise, it was inevitable that the end would involve the release of seminal fluid.
A few minutes later, they came like a tsunami; their groins and abs flooded with their life-generating fluids.
Gentle kisses accompanied their descent back to reality. And with it came the realization they were in danger of soaking the sheets. Devan managed to grab a pair of discarded boxers to sop up the worst of it. Steve found the other ones to finish the job. Devan wrapped both articles of clothing in a T-shirt to keep from making a mess on the carpet.
"Um, so much for holding back," Steve chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess we sorta went with the flow."
"And we flowed a lot!"
"I kinda pushed it. Are you sorry?" Devan asked.
"Hell no! If the people at the clinic let us fool around before they `harvest' our sperm, we could probably fulfill all our commitment in one session."
"Speaking of that, do you think we'll be disqualified if we admit to being gay?" Devan wondered. "I probably should have discussed that subject with the doctor already."
"Wow, I hadn't thought of that. Should we notify Dr. Grosch, or assume he has a `don't ask don't tell' policy?"
"Much as I'd hate to lose our free vacation, I suppose we need to be transparent. Your comment about honesty earlier led to what happened just now. It paid off for us, so I guess we keep assuming that honesty IS the best policy."
The gray light of 8:00 AM revealed two young men grinning at each other. It was past their usual rising time but still plenty early for Christmas Morning. They nuzzled a bit before slipping on lounge pants and T's to make their way to the bathroom.
Once there, they brushed their teeth, trimmed their facial hair, and showered together. They'd seen each other naked many times but not in a completely private place. They took the opportunity to explore one another's body, which led to another round of orgasms.
"Um, I see we both recharge quickly," Devan observed. "We may not have to abstain a lot before our trip; that is, assuming we're still eligible."
"I hope we are. It would be a great honeymoon."
"You want to get married before we go? We could do it at the courthouse."
"I'm fine either way. I think a lot of people do the honeymoon first these days."
When Lois saw her son and his friend looking at each other with goofy grins all through breakfast, she had a good idea of what was going on before they made their announcement at the end of the meal.
"Hey guys," Devan began. "I know I asked Mom to tell you all to keep quiet about my orientation, but it's no longer a secret. Steve came out to me last night, and I came out to him, and well, we're officially dating now."
"Congrats," Devan's father said.
His siblings concurred.
"I thought when you came in yesterday that you looked like a perfect couple. I see my assessment was correct," Lois teased.
"Okay, Mom, I bow in awe to your psychic powers," Devan joked.
"Steve, I have to make a disclaimer here. Don and I have never encouraged this smart-alecky type of behavior. Be forewarned that he's bound to be like this."
"I know," Steve nodded. "It's part of what attracted me to him."
"It's okay, as long as you know what you're getting into," she laughed.
Christmas dinner was wonderful in all respects. The food and fellowship were great. Now that there weren't secrets to keep, conversation flowed easily. The Purdy family was satisfied that their oldest had found a suitable partner.
On the return trip, the guys discussed what they wanted to do to see the New Year in, and how they should approach Dr. Grosch about their orientation. They decided to send him a joint email and lay all their cards on the table. Both were happy to have found each other, however things turned out.
Steve didn't hesitate to accept Devan's invitation to sleep over that night. It would be even better in a big bed.
The suspense waiting for the doctor's response hardly had time to build before his answer came. He thanked them for their honesty and told them their status hadn't changed. He said that babies draw their traits from various and sundry ancestors, so it was quite possible that their offspring wouldn't be gay despite the orientation of their sires. And, if they did turn out to be gay, that wasn't anything to be ashamed of in today's world. He was looking forward to meeting them and having them contribute to his sperm bank.
He would prefer that they not have any sexual contact, even safe sex, with anyone besides each other to prevent picking up a virus, and that they should refrain for ejaculating for three days before their arrival to ensure an ample load. He even suggested they might like to share their `harvesting' experience since they were already best buds.
With this new information, the guys relaxed as they further explored their sexuality together before going to sleep that night.
"I'd love to wake up every day of the new year like this," Devan said to his rousing bedmate. "Please consider moving in with me. When's your lease up anyway?"
"The end of March."
"We can combine our stuff and share this place. It's a shorter commute for you, and we could save money too."
"It could be good for both of us," Steve agreed. I don't have a lot to move and two can live almost as cheaply as one."
"I can get rid of some crap to accommodate what you have."
"What about that old washstand in the living room?"
"It was my great-grandmother's and it's been in the family for over a hundred years, but I'll get rid of it for you if you want. Meg might like it."
"Uh, that was just a test like God asking Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. I knew it meant a lot to you. I don't want you to give it up! It will be a symbol of how much you care."
The second week of February found Devan and Steve on a private jet with three other couples. Everyone had been assigned fictitious names and given numbers to keep their identities secret. Steve was John Doe 20, and Devan was Jim Smith 21 – not very original by anyone's standards.
No one really cared to know anyone's business, and all seemed pleasant enough. Probably someone wondered if the guys were a couple looking for a surrogate to carry a child for them, but no one asked, of course.
There was a van with the name of the resort on it to pick them up from the airport in Punta Cana. Once they got to the open-air lobby, each couple was given a room assignment, and that was the last contact they had with each other, though they might see each other across a restaurant at times.
The guys walked about a hundred yards to their building, but their luggage was being transported on a golf cart, so they didn't have to carry anything. Both had brought lots of dollar bills to use as tips.
Their suite was made up with a king-sized bed on the level with the bathroom. The door in the toilet stall was made of privacy glass. The doors to the shower were clear glass. There was little privacy, but that didn't bother the men.
The small lounge area with large windows overlooking the grounds was a few steps down. It was furnished with a sofa, fridge, and microwave. A large flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall so it could be swiveled for viewing from the sofa or the bed.
Steve clicked through the channels to see what was available. A few of them were in Spanish, but most were in English. There was one porn channel at the high end of the numbers. Unfortunately, the videos seemed to feature only hetero couples and the women all looked cheap.
After their luggage arrived, they placed their clothes in the closet and drawers. Then, they donned their swimsuits and packed a beach-bag with their sunscreen and cards for checking out towels. The day was perfect, and they wanted to hit the beach as quickly as possible.
They did a quick reconnaissance of the cordoned-off nude beach area but decided not to use it for the time being because it was cut off from the water so people walking by on the beach couldn't see in.
At least today, they wanted to play in the surf. Their suits were skimpy enough to allow them plenty of sun, and they had already tanned a bit in the booths at the health club in the weeks leading up to the trip.
Being well-coated with sunscreen, neither of them got burned from the exposure although both fell asleep for a few minutes before the sun began to wane.
Being relatively close to the equator, days and nights were of nearly equal length. So, it was already getting dark by the time they showered and dressed for dinner.
"Dressed" merely meant that they had on clothes. Everything was casual. They chose to eat at the steak house and found the fare to be of excellent quality.
Then, they scurried back to their room, trying to avoid getting wet in the light rain shower which sprang up suddenly, and abated just as quickly.
That night, they cuddled in the king-sized bed. Their first "donations" would be made the following morning, so they were careful not to get too amorous. Just being together was a good experience. It made them aware that their relationship was built on more than sexual desire.
About midmorning, the guys waited in their suite for a summons to the area where their sperm would be collected. A knock came about half an hour earlier than they expected but that was okay because they were ready.
When the got to the facility, it looked more like a movie set than a lab. There was a platform with a mat and some pillows in one corner. Not far away stood two cameras on wheeled carts. Overhead was a bank of light fixtures.
"Hello gentlemen, I'm Rafael and I'll be working with you for the next several days. Please help yourself to water or soda. First things first. Let's get those clothes off and take a look at your goods," their host announced.
Steve and Devan glanced at each other quizzically but followed instructions. They wondered why this guy was checking out their bodies unabashedly.
"Ahh... Nice! I think we should start with a few stills. I'll take some shots of you soft and then we'll get those boys to stand up."
"Um..., I'm confused," Steve spoke up. "Why will the prospective parents be so interested in our dicks?"
"Prospective parents?"
"Yeah, the people who'll be using our sperm to have kids. What else would you call them."
"Oh shit! There's been a mix-up. Aren't you two guys numbers 26 and 27?"
"Nope, we were assigned 20 and 21."
"Oh, I see the mix-up. The doctor's handwriting is terrible, a hazard of the profession, I suspect. See the partial tail on the start of the zero in 20?' That makes it look like a six.'
"His numeral one' looks like a European seven' with that stray mark near the top. I apologize. Please get dressed and I'll have Juan escort you to the lab."
"So, what else goes on here, if I may ask?" Devan said. "It looks like you're ready to make a movie."
"We make erotic massage tutorials in this facility. They help pay the bills, and they're really appreciated by couples who want to learn to please one another. I suspect individuals buy them to, um, stimulate their fantasies as well," Rafael told them. "We make both gay and straight ones.
"I don't know what happened to the guys who were supposed to be here for the filming. If they don't show up, would you be interested in taking their place? It is erotic and it would require touching each other intimately but doing this kind of work doesn't mean you're gay. Have you heard the term `gay for pay?'"
"Yeah, I'm familiar with it," Steve nodded. "What kind of pay is involved?"
"We offer a free week here at the resort, roundtrip transportation to several major cities, and royalties. If you're interested, and could stay an additional week, I might be able to sweeten the deal"
Steve looked at Devan who shrugged and smiled slightly.
"Give us time to talk it over, and we'll get back to you," Steve said.
When they got to the place where Juan led them, they found it to be much more like what they'd expected. The lab was clean and bright. Padded vinyl examining tables were covered with paper sheets which would be used but once.
Two male nurses in light blue scrubs, Joaquin and Filipe, met them and explained the procedures. They were to shower thoroughly with an antibiotic gel, rinse off, and dry their bodies under air dryers so nothing foreign would come into contact with their skin.
When they'd done that, they were instructed to make themselves comfortable on the tables.
The nurses offered several options to help stimulate their production. A variety of porn videos was available, and they could choose to have their bodies massaged by attendants or could arouse each other if they preferred. A few sex toys were also provided if they wanted to use them.
The guys chose to watch a man-to-man massage film which had been produced at the resort. It would "inspire" them, and it would also give them an idea of what might be expected of them if they decided to take Rafael up on his offer.
They also chose to give each other a "helping hand" in motivating their orgasms. Since they were both squeaky clean, there was no worry about contamination.
About 10 minutes into the video, one of the actors gasped and blew a big load. The effect moved both men closer to orgasm. Seeing the flow of precum they were producing, the nurses felt it was time to make final preparations.
"We'll fit you with these sterile tubes which will collect everything. They have a slight vacuum feature which we'll turn on when you come," Filipe said. "We don't want to lose any fluid, and the suction can be quite pleasant. We've tried them ourselves!"
"Could you turn one of the tables around so we can face each other?" Steve requested. "Is it okay if we kiss when we get close?"
"That would be perfect, if it stimulates your output." Joaquin agreed.
Facing, they used their right hands to pet each other's balls and stroke one another's cock. It didn't take long before both were moaning in heat. Deep kissing set off the explosions which happened almost simultaneously.
"That was really spectacular!" Filipe exclaimed. "We'll take these vessels into the next room to measure the output and prep your sperm for freezing. You'll have 15 minutes alone if you want to continue, um, expressing your feelings. If I were you, I'd want to clean up whatever's left before showering."
The guys took him up on his offer. Since they were already facing, they lay down to milk out and lick up what remained. Their desire quickly rekindled. As a result, they experienced a second coming...
"Wow! Can you believe we almost made our quota in one session, and got a taste as well?" Devan asked as they were eating lunch in the very casual café by the shore.
"Well, we did hold off for four days instead of three. Personally, I was ready to shoot before they got those tubes on us. The video was hot! Then when you kissed me, it was all over!"
"Yeah, kissing was the last straw, so to speak. Do you think we should go for the massage next time? It might teach us what we'd have to do in making a video," Devan suggested.
"I'm okay with that. It's not like we're gonna kiss either of them. I get the idea from what they said about trying the vacuum tubes that they'd be happy to touch our bodies. I'll bet they're boyfriends or something."
"God, I'm turned on! Do you wanna lie in the nude section awhile?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, I'm up for it! I hope no one will be offended if we bone up."
When they got to the screened-off area, there were only three other people there, all males. Two of them were sporting semi-hard dicks, so Steve and Devan weren't embarrassed to drop their trunks. They did choose to lie face-down for a while, but eventually turned over after they'd deflated a bit.
Two more young dudes had come into the "adult" area by then. Both openly gazed at Steve and Devan. The guys didn't know if they were about to be hit on or not, but they paid no attention to the voyeurs. If the strangers were interested in sex with them, it didn't matter because it wasn't gonna happen!
A little later, they put on their trunks, picked up their towels, and went out to splash in the ocean.
The following day, they arose early to catch the tour-bus to see Santa Domingo and other sights along the way. Included were some cool caves and the government palace which had been the home of Christopher Columbus's son when he ruled the island. It was remarkable to be looking at furniture which was 500 years old and still in good shape.
The old Gothic cathedral in the center of the city was another stop on their tour. It was rare in the New World at the time to have a church built in that style. Most were Baroque. Some of the icons inside were quite rare.
Their guide was very knowledgeable, and they learned a lot of history in the process. They were fascinated with the changes of ownership of the island nation from one country to another over the years. The last change had come many years ago when the French government had been driven far to the west in what is now Haiti.
Getting back to the resort in time for a late dinner, they retired shortly after eating, lest they be too tired to perform their donor-duties in the morning.
The guys slept in a bit on Wednesday. Despite their all-day tour the day before, they were rested and randy. If all went well today, they'd have the rest of their stay to play whenever they desired.
They showered quickly, knowing they'd have a more antiseptic one later, and ate a leisurely breakfast.
At the appointed time, they strolled over to the lab. This time, they didn't need anyone to show them were it was.
Two young masseurs, Luis and Mateo, dressed in thongs, were there to give them a couple's massage. They obviously knew what they were doing because Steve and Devan were rapidly transported to a state of relaxation mixed with erotic pleasure. However, the feeling was dampened when they had to take the sterile shower to remove the oil before their sperm would be collected.
Once they were air-dried and were again on the paper-covered tables, they kissed after being fitted with the vacuum tubes. Since both were germ-free, they could stimulate one another using the techniques Luis and Mateo had used on them. It didn't take them long to reach the point where they were before being interrupted by the shower.
With all the stimulation they'd been subjected to, it seemed like they came buckets. The gentle suction from the tubes made them ejaculate to the point of being almost painful.
When their loads were measured, they received the news that they had produced about half-again more than what was required. Thus, they wouldn't need to have any additional sessions to fulfill their obligation.
"So, what do you think about making massage films?" Devan asked. "We have next week off work too, and it's really cold in the Midwest. We'd still be home in time for you to give my 30-days' notice on my apartment."
"Well, if it's just the two of us being intimate with each other, I'm game. I think I might get jealous if someone else were doing something really personal like licking your balls."
"I feel the same about you. It kinda bothered me when those two masseurs got close to crossing the line."
Rafael was pleased with their decision because the men who were originally recruited for the filming hadn't shown up at all. No one could figure out what happened to them, but they'd evidently not made the flight to the island.
"This is all working out for the best. I'm more impressed with your bodies than I was with their pictures," Rafael said. "Sometimes guys have second thoughts about being filmed and don't have the courtesy to let us know of their decision. Can we start immediately?"
"We're free because we've fulfilled our obligations to the sperm bank. Now we won't be worried if we spill some jizz in the process of making a film," Devan said.
"Tell us again what we get out of it," Steve requested. "It's gonna be intimate, and I'm concerned about what would happen if our friends or our employers saw it and recognized us."
"We'll give you stage names and we can disguise you to an extent. Caps, wigs, and stuff like that work well. We'll also keep the cameras away from your faces. Most people watching this kind of film will be looking elsewhere anyway."
He ended up fitting them with masks which covered part of their faces.
There were three scantily clothed men with high quality camera equipment to film their bodies from several angles.
Rafael directed them through a kind of tantric ritual which was filmed without sound and would be voiced over later. Therefore, he could coach them without its being recorded. This method also allowed the audio portion to be added in various languages tailored for different markets.
The action began with a cleansing rite which involved Steve pouring a small amount of water from a conch shell over Devan's head while he stood nude in a large copper basin. After patting him dry with a towel, they reverse roles.
Then, they touched each other, dwelling on the centers of energy, or chakras. Eventually, they lay down, side by side, on a large mat and massaged oil on one another, taking turns.
Rafael had told them that erections, and even orgasms, weren't the goal of tantra, but they were both as hard as could be from the intimate touch.
When they got to the part of massaging their partner's "center of sexual energy," it didn't take them long to produce gushers.
Rafael was pleased in general with what had been videoed. It would have a much more professional appearance with editing and the voice-over narration. However, he did want to retake some of the early part of the scenario.
"You two came up with lovely erections almost immediately. I'd like to shoot a few scenes from the beginning to see if we can get them with you remaining soft or at least only half-hard. I have two reasons. First, I want to stress that tantric is more about sensation than it is about erections. And secondly, I don't want the viewers to feel inadequate when their hardons aren't as big as yours!"
And so, the guys redid the first part of the cleansing ceremony and a few scenes beyond that. They did manage to keep from springing full boners. Since it was a second time, the newness had worn off a bit. Also, they were quite spent. Then too, it was a bit tiresome to have to repeat.
Rafael was even more pleased with these results!
During the rest of their stay, Steve and Devan made a feature-length porn movie which Rafael pronounced top-quality. To keep them from being recognizable, Steve's hair was dyed blond and Devan's black. Both had their facial hair removed.
After the movie was finished, Raphael had the salon dye them back to their natural color. The results weren't perfect, but the slight differences could be attributed to spending two weeks in the tropical sun.
Steve gave up his apartment when they returned to the US. After living together for a year, they went to the courthouse and made their union official. Devan's family hosted a dinner in their honor to celebrate.
Another year passed and they began to think about starting a family. Naturally, finding an egg-donor and a surrogate mother to carry those eggs would be difficult and costly. They decided to email Dr. Grosch to see if he could help, and how much money they'd need to make it happen.
They heard back from the good doctor quickly. He had an offer he thought they probably couldn't refuse. If they would return to the island to make another porn movie together, the proceeds would likely cover all their expenses. The clinic had eggs from donors which could be matched to their ethnicity if they wished. There were also women who would provide their wombs. The guys were elated.
A second year went by. Just before Christmas, the guys returned to the Dominican Republic to claim their twin newborns. DNA tests proved that Steve was the father of one of the boys and Devan was the dad of the other. Dr. Grosch had refined the science so well that almost every fertilized egg developed as it should, eliminating the need to abort extras.
Now, settled in their own little three-bedroom ranch in Iowa's second-largest city, their life was just beginning.
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Author's notes:
Thanks to David (Boxerdude) for editing this short story.
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