Chapter One
I was recently invited to participate in an unusual project ... well, unusual for a 60-year-old single widower such as myself. It became an incredible and unexpected sexual experience but I should relate the story in sequence. It began innocently enough when my brother-in-law (my late wife's brother) called me to suggest us meeting for coffee one morning.
"We don't see much of you at family gatherings these days, John," was Richard's opening remark as we sat down at a table with our coffees, "your absence has been noted and commented on."
"Oh ... well, err ... Rich, I'm not intentionally avoiding my in-laws, but since Carolyn passed, I've become a bit of a loner. Your sister was always the life of the party and I kind of tagged along. Without the love of my life around anymore, I tend to keep to myself. I catch up with a couple of old buddies and one or two workmates, and my kids of course, but they're both married now and starting families of their own."
"You're always welcome, John. It's not healthy to withdraw into your shell. Just because Carolyn's gone doesn't mean you don't have a connection with our big tribe. You are held in very high regard; you were always so good to Carolyn and you gave her a good life. Most of our family talk of you in glowing terms whenever we get together. We'd love to have you join us at one of our Sunday barbecues."
"Thank you, Rich, I'll make a point of coming along soon."
"Actually John, I wanted to mention that, but it's not the reason I wanted to catch up with you."
"Oh, so there is a purpose to us meeting?"
"Well, besides a chance to enjoy your company, yes, there is. I've had a strange request from one of my nieces. I am sure you'll remember Samantha ... beautiful girl, John ... in appearance and nature."
"Yes, in fact, I do, Richard, a great personality, very vibrant girl, as I recall."
"Yes, that's her. Well, you possibly know she's married now."
"I do, her wedding was the last family function Carolyn and I attended before she died."
"Oh, then I guess it's a special memory for you."
"But, besides that, I recall a couple of very interesting discussions with Samantha at family functions when she was much younger ... probably in her late teens. Quite a smart young woman and going places. How old would she be now, Richard?"
"Ha, ha, she's 28, John. As I was saying, Sam has made a strange request and it involves you. She called to ask if I still have contact with you. It seems that she and Michael are having a rough time in trying to start a family. He has a low sperm count, we're talking minimal, almost off the scale, just not up to the job. Sam has always had her heart set on having lots of kids, so naturally, she's upset about this situation. But, after overcoming the initial shock, and both of them going through a heap of medical appointments, she's been sorting out her options. It looks like a sperm donor is the best course to take ... and that's where you come in."
"Me? What, as a sperm donor? Really, why me? There must be hundreds, possibly thousands, of men she could ask before me. I don't get it, why would she want me? Surely they know men around their own age that could help out."
"She specifically doesn't want to ask any of their friends. She said she's trying to avoid embarrassment for Michael if any of his buddies were to find out he can't produce. I tell you, John, she seems to have really thought this through. She told me she has long admired you, for a start. But, not only you, she's a big fan of your two kids. She raved about what nice people they are, so kind and considerate of others. Her assumption is they got their good genes from you and Carolyn. She said she'd feel more comfortable for her sperm donor to be a responsible mature person, rather than any of the males she knows around her own age."
"Well, Richard, I am flattered that she would think of me, but, hell man, I'm 60 now. I don't know how good my sperm might be and whether I'd be any better than her Michael."
"John, for a start, you'll have to be better than Mike, He's shooting blanks, that's been medically confirmed, so he's never going to do the job. You have a big head start on him. Sam asked me to suss you out first, see if you're interested in helping them ... just an expression of interest at this stage. She understands you may need time to think about this, so she asked if you decide yes, could you go get a sperm count check and get back to her."
Wow, that's a lot to mull over. We moved onto other superfluous stuff about the goings on in his -- and my late wife's - large family and a morning coffee meet-up turned into lunch. We kept returning to the main topic for us meeting, that a niece of my wife's sister-in-law (Richard's wife) is asking me to donate my precious sperm to impregnate her so she can start a family. I wonder what her husband, Michael makes of all this. Sam is unrelated to me directly so incest isn't a factor ... she's not even a cousin several times removed.
At the end of what became a two-hour lunch, I'd reached a decision, perhaps aided by a few glasses of wine. I told him to inform Samantha that I am happy to proceed to the next step. So, the next day, I was at my doctor's office to supply a sample of sperm for her to send away to a lab for a sperm count analysis.
Yes, my regular GP is a woman and, once I'd explained the reason I was there, she simply handed me the requisite plastic cup and put me in a private room next to her surgery to produce my sample. I don't ask for this test every day, so surely, the least she could have done would be to assist me with the procedure but I guess she wasn't feeling in the mood to touch this patient's penis that day.
Chapter Two
My doctor called a few days later ... she sounded surprised as she conveyed the lab result that my sperm count is around 65 sperm per millilitre of semen, describing it as very positive for a 60-year-old male, adding "I hope you use it well, John."
I immediately called Richard to tell him the good news. While he is happy for me, and he suggests Sam will be ecstatic, he said that he now prefers to bow out of negotiations, so he gave me Sam's number.
I call her there and then, "Samantha, it's John Brabham here, you know, Carolyn's husband. Richard told me to call you directly about your request."
"Oh, John, yes! Silly me, I didn't immediately recognise your voice, but then I haven't spoken to you since my wedding. Oh, it's really nice to hear your voice. I hope you're well."'
Despite what she's gone through, she still sounds to be the bright and breezy, modern young woman that impressed me when we chatted at several family gatherings.
"Yes, I'm good, Sam. In fact, perhaps very good, it would seem. Richard explained what you wanted..."
"Yes, he called me after you and he had lunch. I'm so excited that you want to help me out."
Interesting that she said
help me out
