So it was kind of embarrassing but my decision to go was prompted by my friend Liz, but now there I was at the front door of a sperm bank. Liz and I work out at the same gym and talk quite a bit. We tried going out for a drink but she really was not my type. She is average height, plain brown hair, average build, but a cute face. I tend to prefer slimmer or athletic girls so the attraction was not very strong on a physical level for me either. Anyway she is a nurse and though I knew that, I never knew she worked at a sperm bank. When she told me I found it pretty amusing, but after we talked about it for a bit she explained they were always looking for qualified candidates and if they were qualified as a donor money would change hands.
I opened the door and was greeted by a receptionist. She was a blonde with a smile that lit up her face. "Um Josh Smith here for my appointment," the girl turned and looked at the computer monitor in front of her.
"Hmmm...Mr. Smith, yes you are expected," she reached across her desk and picked up a clipboard and handed it to me," if you would just fill this out someone will be right with you."
"Sure," I replied looking down at the form and turning to find a seat in the lobby. The chairs were comfortable and there were the usual magazines laid about on a table to help pass the time. Looking at the form I saw your standard health questions and ran through them as quickly as possible trying to remember what ran in the family as most of the ailments listed I had never had.
I heard a door open," Josh?" a familiar voice called out.
I smiled as I looked up and saw Liz holding the door open in a tight-fitting nurses uniform," Hey Liz."
"Hey," she smiled again," thanks for coming in." She turned as I walked towards her and said," follow me."
I quickly moved to catch up and walk beside her as we went down a hallway that had maybe 10 or 12 doors.
"So what we will do today is get a sample and do some testing on it Josh," she explained as we walked," and once the results come back we will contact you to see if you are a candidate for regular donations."
"Okay," I replied quickly.
"Are you nervous?" she looked over at me.
"Yeah...a little."
"Oh don't be Josh," she said matter-of-factly," as far a clinics go we are more like a spa. Nothing for you to do but sit back and let us collect the sample."
It sounded a bit strange as I was picturing me sitting in a room somewhere with some videos and dirty magazines. As I was wondering what exactly was going to happen as Liz ushered me through one of the doorways. It looked like a standard doctor's room except for a chair in the middle that resembled a dentist chair. To the side was a metal contraption the was sort of like an elongated box with tubes running out of it that ended with something that looked like some sort of spigot.
"Now just put this gown on," she said as she pulled a folded piece of cloth from the counter and handed it to me," and I will be back in one minute.
She closed the door as she left the room and I started to get undressed and put the gown on leaving it open in the back. Looking at the chair again I noticed some large headphones hooked over the arm. There was also a TV on the ceiling.
The door opened and Liz walked in holding a plastic bottle in her hand. She walked over to the counter where she had retrieved my gown and pulled out a sliding tray that had several buttons on it. She pushed several of them and I noticed the TV lowering down towards the chair.
"If you would have a seat Josh we will get started," she motioned towards the chair.
I moved over and sat down in the chair and laid my head back. Liz did something in the chair that tilted me back and propped up my legs so I was staring at the TV screen. She then took the bottle she was holding and attached it to the spigot I had seen before," so this will collect your sample Josh," she explained. She moved the metal box so it rested directly over my lap," now the extractor is in here. I know it seems a little strange but I think you are going to enjoy this. Like I said, all you have to do is sit back and relax and we will take care of everything."
She reached over and pulled my gown up so my crotch was bare," hey Liz," I protested.
"Josh just relax," her demeanor was more business-like than I was used to, "I'm a nurse remember," I felt her hand take hold of my dick and she reached under the box and pulled something towards it. I felt my dick being softly sucked into something wet and slightly warm.
Liz smiled at the expression on my face," feel familiar," she said with a twinkle in her eye. She then picked up the headphones and looked down at me," now after I put these on I am going to start the program. The sights and sounds are to help us get the sample we want. Just sit back and enjoy Josh. Don't worry though," she said with a big smile, "the biggest problem we usually have is letting the guys down about not being able to come back."
Liz put the headphones over my ears and walked over to the panel again and pushed several more buttons. An image appeared on the screen in front of me. It was the number 100 on the screen. Soft music started to play through the headphones and the lights dimmed down.
Suddenly I felt a slight movement from whatever was holding my dick. The apparatus was moving gently up and down. The music was getting louder and I thought I heard soft moans in the background. Images began to flash rapidly on the screen behind the number 100 that changed after a few seconds to the number 99. The machine was working because I felt my dick getting harder. The harder it got the better the sensations felt. The images were of women. Women who were in tight clothes, wearing boots, wearing lingerie, lace, garters, all kinds of images of beautiful women. The numbers continued to count down. The machine kept a slow steady pace on my dick which was almost fully erect and getting more and more sensitive.
The music played on and I could definitely make out moans now with other soft voices in the background. I was getting so turned on by it all. My breathing was getting deeper and I involuntarily tried to thrust my hips up but the sides of the metal box prevented it. I wished whatever was gliding up and down on my dick would move faster. The moans were getting me so turned on. The images of the women combined with everything else had me so hot.
I saw 64 flash on the screen and seemed to remember the last thing I thought I saw previously was eighty something. I could definitely make out voices behind the moans but I did not know what they were saying. The machine was moving too slow I needed to cum. The strokes were slow and consistent. It felt so hot and infuriating all at the same time. I felt like a pit bull trying to pounce but being held back by a chain. The music was relaxing but I could not seem to focus very well. My thoughts seemed to jump around as the images kept distracting me. All the beautiful women, the soft moaning I heard just below the surface of the music. The machine was still steady in its rhythm. Every stroke and my mind seemed to grow fuzzier.
