Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2018 14:03:18 -0400
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sperm Bank Nurse

			    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


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