Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2021 17:56:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: apolmaz94@yahoo.com
Subject: THE SAMPLE

THE SAMPLE

I was on the first semester of Med School. We had a lot of basic subjects
that had few relationship with what we expected from studying Medicine, but
laid the foundations for later years.

We had one subject that was called Cell Biology and Hystology, where we
studied the cells and how they organized on the different organs. We had
the normal lessons in the classroom and practical lessons on a microscope
room. We divided in small groups of 20 people and we had a microscope for
each one on the room.

One day, at the end of the lesson the professor said " I need a male
volunteer from each practice group, I will appreciate your
participation. Please, send me an email."

I decided to write an email offering myself unaware of what I would have to
do. She responded to the email thanking me for volunteering and summoning
me to her office that afternoon.

I was nervous about what she might want, and it was also the first time
that I was going to speak to a university professor in her office.

When I arrived there was no one in the hall. I expected to find more
volunteers, but there was no one. That made me even more nervous.

I knocked on the door and a voice from inside told me to come in.

"You must be X, thank you so much for volunteering."

"No need, it's a pleasure to help." I said trying to be as polite as
possible. "Are there no more volunteers?"

"Yes there are, but I have decided to call you one by one because of the
nature of the practice."

I gulped trying to look as calm as possible.

"I don't know if other colleagues have commented to you." She said.

"No, I really have no idea what this is about."

"Well, as I have seen you in class, I know you know that we are explaining
the male reproductive organs. To observe the tissues of the organs we use
biopsies and autopsy samples as in the rest of the practices, but that is
not possible with semen. " My face turned white. "The semen has to be
preserved under very specific conditions to be able to be observed properly
under the microscope. Unfortunately doing this requires an expense that we
cannot afford, so we need a fresh sample for the next practice."  I was
trying to process what was happening.

"So what do you need from me?" I asked without finishing believing anything
that was happening.

"I would like you to produce a semen sample to observe during practice."
She said in a totally aseptic tone, as if she was asking me for an
eyelash. "It will be completely anonymous and you will be compensated with
one more point in the course."

I felt pressured. I volunteered knowing what topic we were discussing in
class. I must have linked the lesson with 'a male volunteer' in my head. I
thought that surely the rest of the volunteers had done that reasoning
before (although I later found out that my case was that of most of
us). There was also the extra point in the subject, that would help me for
the final exams.

"Okay. How do I do it?" It was the only question that occurred to me.

"You must get the sample by masturbation." She answered obviously and with
the same professional attitude that was puzzling me even more. "But first
you have to meet a series of requirements."

She took out some papers that already had my information written down and
the date set.

"What is this?" I asked for.

"It is an informed consent. It is a document to certify that you agree to
freely and voluntarily provide a semen sample for educational purposes and
that you will be compensated for this with an extra point in the
subject. You should know that you can always revoke it, although we would
appreciate it if do not do it less than 24 hours before, since we would
need another volunteer and there would be no time to get it. "

Feeling more and more pressured, I signed the document.

"Very well." She continued. "Now I'm going to give you a questionnaire to
fill out. It's to make sure you can produce a proper sample."

It was a questionnaire on general health with an excessively detailed
section on my sexual health. I felt extremely embarrassed and pressured
filling in the questions under the watchful eye of the professor.

The last part of the questionnaire was the most uncomfortable. In the
introduction it was explained that it served to rule out fertility
problems. The professor instructed me to go behind a screen and use the
orchidometer on the shelf. After comparing the three balls that seemed
appropriate to me, I finally wrote down 25ml.

"Perfect. Finally, I am going to give you a series of conditions that you
must meet. There are three days before the practical session, so you will
not be able to ejaculate until then. You should avoid wearing tight
underwear, if you do not have it, it is preferable that you do not wear
clothes inside." This whole situation seemed surreal to me. "In addition,
you must follow a strict diet and perform a series of exercises in the
morning and in the afternoon. You have everything in your copy of the
informed consent."

I left the office without finishing believing what had happened.

As soon as I got to college, I took off my underpants. Since I had no loose
underwear, I had to go commando.

I followed the diet to the letter and did the two daily exercise sessions.

The biggest problem was not wearing underpants. No handjobs, no sex and no
underwear is the perfect mix to be constantly stiff in a 18 year old
guy. It was easy for me to identify some of the other volunteers as they
very often tried to hide their more than obvious boners while going
commando.

Finally the day of practice came and I was with a mixture of sexual
arousal, embarrassment and nervousness.

First thing in the morning I received an email from the teacher of the
practical sessions explaining that I had to access through the outer door
that led to the back room of the classroom. This way I could come and go
while maintaining my anonymity.

At the appointed time I went to the outer door and rang the bell.

"Hello X, welcome. Come in." The short middle-aged man said kindly.

I put on a shy and nervous smile. We both knew what he was there for and
that made for a pretty awkward environment.

The room served as an archive and laboratory for histological samples. It
was a windowless space (which I appreciated given the task that led me
there), lit by a couple of fluorescent tubes, with an old and worn floor
that had clearly never been renovated, and with several shelves containing
the samples and the "pieces" preserved in glass cubes. It was, without a
doubt, the least erotic place imaginable.

"Well, let me explain how this goes." Said my teacher. "First you're going
to take off your pants and underpants, if you're wearing them. Then you're
going to go to that pile over there" he pointed to an old white laboratory
pile held by old and rusty legs "and you're going to wash well with
it. antiseptic soap. You have to wash both your hands and genitals
well. You said that you are not circumcised in the questionnaire, so
remember to clean the inside of the foreskin and the entire surface of the
glans very well. Then you dry very well with the green cloth starting
through the glans and the inside of the foreskin and continuing to the base
of the penis to end with the testicles. So far everything clear? "

"Y-y-yes" I replied with a trembling voice.

"Okay. Then you can proceed to obtain the sample." He pointed to an old
stool with a magazine on it. "You can sit there if you want or do it
standing up. You have graphic material if it helps. You cannot use any kind
of lubricant or saliva." He took a properly sealed bottle from the pocket
of his gown, like the ones used in urinalysis. "Most importantly, collect
as much material as possible here. Try not to get hair inside. If some of
the material falls outside, do not try to insert it by hand, only the
amount of fluid that falls directly into the container works. Understood? "

"I-I-I think so"

"Go for it, champ." He said she with a conspiratorial tone as he patted me
on the shoulder. "I'm going to prepare the classroom, when you finish call
me."

The teacher went out the door opposite the one I used to enter and closed
it.

I put my backpack and coat on the floor next to the stool. I picked up the
magazine, it was clearly heavily used, probably by several generations of
volunteers, full of wrinkles with some torn leaves and lightly and
miraculously held only by the lower staple. As I was afraid, the magazine
only includes photos of women, so it would be of little use to me.

As a good medical student, I decided to be as rigorous as possible in the
process.

I took off my shoes pushing them with my feet. I decided to keep my socks
on to avoid touching the old floor that was surely cleaned with materials
that "did not alter the stored samples."

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I took off my pants awkwardly
and hopping to keep my balance since I couldn't lean on either side.

Between the cold it was, the strange place I was in and the nerves about
what I was going to do, my cock slept, allowing itself to be overcome by
gravity. I thought I wouldn't be able to do it.

The next thing I did was take the bottle out of the sealed bag that
contained it and put it on a shelf near the stool.

I went to the sink and turned on the tap. To my surprise the water was
lukewarm. I washed my hands with the antiseptic soap and water. After that
I proceeded to wet the crown jewels. Upon contact with the warm water, I
quickly developed a semi.

I poured more soap on my hands and proceeded to lather up my manhood. I
started with my nuts and worked my way up the shaft until I got to the
head. When I got there, I inserted my right index finger inside my foreskin
and proceeded to massage the tip of my tail around carefully to finish with
a special dedication to the peehole.

Immediately my prick went hard as steel mockingly defying the laws of
gravity. Abstinence and sexual desire were more powerful than all adverse
conditions.

After drying the entire package as instructed, I sat with my bare ass on
the old stool.

I unscrewed the lid of the bottle to have it ready when I expelled my man
juice.

I had no images to inspire me, at least not ones that made me horny, so I
used my imagination.

I began to think about those other volunteers that I had identified in the
previous days. All of them young guys, 18 years old, with athletic bodies
and, judging by the size of the tents they were clumsily trying to hide,
with a good tool between their legs.

As I fiercely pulled my cock I thought that they had or were going to do
the same. Having to repeat my same steps: taking off his pants, thoroughly
washing every millimeter of his luscious manhoods, sitting naked from the
waist down on the same old stool, grabbing his beautiful, hard, clean
boners, and shaking them until with enormous pleasure post-abstinence pour
the contents of their eggs into the small pot.

Thinking of those orgasm partners made me extremely horny. That together
with the delicious sensation of my hand against my member after several
days of abstinence made the pleasure increase exponentially in a few
minutes.

Finally, I felt that electrical sensation making my balls shrink and
running my eggplant from base to tip. My legs tensed and my feet spread. I
noticed how the blood began to flow with intensity towards my face.

I took the bottle with my left hand and aligned it with the head of my
cock, inserting it slightly through the opening of the container so as not
to touch the walls or the bottom. I began to feel my penis throb and a
significant amount of my special sauce began to flow out of it, leaving me
with that incomparable sweet sensation.

I squeezed my urethra to not leave anything and closed my approval to the
subject. I was embarrassed to use the cloth I had dried with to wipe off
the remains of my cum, so I used one of the sheets of filter paper in the
room for that task.

I hurriedly put on my pants and shoes and knocked on the classroom door.

"Here you are" I said handing my embarrassing pleasure to the teacher.

"Right on time, not too early and not too late." The teacher told me,
carefully observing the bottle with my semen that I had just
delivered. "And it's a good sample, 11ml. Not bad at all, at the moment you
have the record this year."

"Thanks." I replied as my face turned red betraying my shame.

"Exit from where you entered and enter through the front door with your
companions. This way you will remain anonymous."

I put on my epaulet, grabbed my backpack and went out. Well, the worst was
over, I thought. Nothing is further from reality.

Upon entering the classroom, we each went to our preassigned
microscope. Next to each microscope we had, as usual, the tissue samples
that were to be visualized in the practical session. But this time we also
had a microscope slide, a cover and a micropipette.

Then the teacher confirmed my worst fears.

"Hey guys, the first thing we're going to do is study a fresh semen
sample." Several giggles began to echo through the classroom. I wanted to
die. "Please be respectful as one of your colleagues has voluntarily
produced this sample so that all of you can learn."

There were a couple of guys who started clapping and cheering
mockingly. Each time I sank deeper into my shame.

"Okay, there's plenty of sample, so there should be for everyone. I'll take
0.5ml first and then pass it on to you."

We passed the pot with my milk one by one. Upon reaching me I got a little
nervous, but I think I managed to hide it.

I have to say that most of my colleagues were quite respectful, but a few
made comments and jokes when the sample arrived.

At this point he couldn't feel any more embarrassment. Hearing these
comments and seeing people fuck, pass and even play with my semen I started
to get horny. It was my juice, nobody knew, but I did.

In the rush to deliver my contribution, I forgot to turn up the zip on my
jeans. With all that excitement, my little friend woke up and, since I was
wearing no underwear, he went out to see the world. Nobody noticed because
it was under the table, so I discreetly repositioned it pointing to the
left and quietly zipped it up.

Following the teacher's meticulous instructions, we all prepared the sample
for the microscope. Then we began to study the sample under a microscope
and had to fill in the corresponding task in my practice notebook.

My results were:

-Ejaculated volume: 10ml

-Color: Pearly white

-Licuefaction: complete

-Concentration: 17 million sperm per ml (for this we use a device whose
name I do not remember)

-Vitality: 75%

-Motility: 43%

-Morphology: Normal

"We can conclude that it is a high quality semen." It was the only comment
the teacher made.

At the end of the session, I went back to college, clumsily trying to hide
my stiffness. When I got to my room I jerked off again thinking about how
tremendously erotic the experience had been. The volume of cream was less
but, even so, it seemed to me that it was too much.

The professor fulfilled her part of the deal and gave us one more point in
the final grade to those of us who had been volunteers. People wondered why
all ten honors were made by boys, we knew, and I was able to confirm that
those whom I suspected were volunteers like me.

Over time I told some friends that I was one of the volunteers and it
turned into a funny and very erotic anecdote from which I have produced
many more "samples".

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