Caleb read the email again. Probably for the 50th time. It seemed too good to be true, and so it was certainly spam, right? That was the rule. If a Nigerian prince wanted you to help him with his billions via email, it was obviously a scam. So, the rule held for this as well.
He hovered the cursor over the delete button, hesitating. It was fairly specific, which usually meant authenticity. It had his name right, which was another mark in the real category. The problem was it was offering him money, which put it in the fake category. Big time.
He felt himself weakening. He needed money, as most people his age did. He'd turned 19 recently and while he had a job, his parents made him pay rent, so his actual spending money was sparse. Getting paid to do something he did daily anyways just seemed too good to be true.
He brought up the web site again, looking for any red flags that would mark it as a scam, but couldn't find any. Again. Sighing, Caleb hit the reply button on the email. He accepted he was going to get scammed; he didn't know how they would do it, but if there was a slight chance of him getting paid, he wanted to take it.
A short 'I accept' response later, Caleb shut down his browser. They said they'd contact him soon on the details of what he needed to do. For now, he had a paper due, so he worked on that.
Around 11pm he was getting hungry, so emerged from his bedroom and went searching for a late-night snack. As he walked down the hallway past his parents' room, he stepped lighter, to avoid making noise. He needn't have bothered, as he heard the telltale sounds of them fucking. He rolled his eyes. They were always doing that now.
Recently his mother had accepted the reality that Caleb would be moving on with his life, leaving her with nothing except his Dad to spend time with. She'd decided this was insufficient, and so she would be having another baby. Dad, of course, had accepted his lot in life with grace and humour, and ever since, they'd been fucking every chance they got.
That was several months ago, without any baby bumps to show for it. A while ago they'd gotten tested and found that while his Mom was a gaping-wide, baby-making oven, his Dad was firing blanks. Caleb felt bad, because his Mom had seemed really into it. In the meantime, they kept at it. His Dad, Eric, didn't complain in the least. Caleb couldn't hardly blame him.
For the longest time, once he hit puberty, Caleb had not understood how his father had managed to land his mother. They didn't fit. He was a slightly overweight balding guy and she was a stone-cold fox. Sure, his Dad was funny, and his Mom always said that was what attracted her to him, but in terms of pure physicality she was an 11, compared to a 5. Whatever. It wasn't his life.
Rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen, Caleb found some crackers and decided they'd go well with cheese. As he was cutting some slices, he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see his Mom standing in the doorway, wearing a robe. Her silky brown hair was messy and she had red marks all over her neck.
"Hey... we didn't know you were still up," she said, a hint of embarrassment detectable.
"I was just researching ways to earn some money," he replied. "Any way to get some more spending money, right? Maybe move out and give you room for the baby." He gathered up his snack to take to his room.
She moved past him to the fridge, pouring herself a glass of water. He glanced back and saw the fridge light shining through her robe, highlighting her figure. Amazed at his Dad's luck for the 1000th time, Caleb turned to head back to his room.
"It won't last much longer, just so you know," she said.
He turned back. "What won't last?" he asked, dreading the answer. It seemed that since she'd decided to have another baby that her filter for TMI subjects was completely disabled.
"The... disturbances. The noises. They won't last much longer," she said listlessly. A statement of facts.
"Oh, right. I... hadn't really noticed."
She smiled and said, "Liar." She drank down the water, placing the glass in the sink and walked over to him. She tried to give him a hug, which was made awkward by his tasty cargo. He spread his arms and she sank into his chest, arms gripping him tightly.
"Thanks for understanding. I know it's not the most pleasant for you. Your Dad on the other hand..." She trailed off, a clear hint of irony in her voice.
Caleb cleared his throat. "Yeah... ahhh, Dad doesn't seem to mind, does he?" He felt her shake her head against his chest.
"I shouldn't say this, but neither of us mind. I had just hoped for results by now. Either I'll get pregnant this time, or we'll run out of money. This is our last chance coming up."
Now he truly felt uncomfortable. He tried to end it by giving some generic sympathy. "If it's meant to happen, it'll happen. You two are great parents." It sounded awful and lame and he cursed his stupid mouth.
His Mom gave him another squeeze. "Thanks, son. I just keep clinging to hope." She let him go, and he retreated to his room gratefully.
After downing his snack, Caleb prepped for sleep by rubbing a quick one out. The small load that resulted triggered a memory from the email. If he wanted to take the opportunity, he'd have to take a break for a few days. No more jerking off multiple times a day.
He went to sleep with images of stacks of cash he earned by jerking off in a cup for money. The email had promised...
***
The next day Caleb floated through his classes with ease. He'd arranged his last semester in high school to be filled with low effort subjects and it was paying off big time. Most times he didn't pay any attention at all. He also gave zero thought to his parents' endeavors, nor his late-night email. It wasn't until he got home from school that he remembered the suspicious message.
He checked his inbox for any communications from the lab and was surprised to find an email congratulating him on his smart choice. It wasn't really a choice if they were going to pay him $100 a load. He'd also not been sure it was real, so that was a bonus. He checked the email for his next steps. There was an online form to fill out, including an eligibility questionnaire.
Checking the web site for more details, he found a set of requirements to follow prior to making a donation. No ejaculation for 5 days, including via sexual intercourse. Well, that was no problem, he didn't have a girlfriend. He had the choice of making the donation in their office, or at home using one of the provided special collection cups. The site said that his first donation would be screened to ensure viability. After that he could donate up to 3 times a week. He tried not to get lost in imagining what he could do with that kind of money.
He did a mental comparison between jerking it at home in his bed and in an office. It was no decision, really. He'd just have to make sure he was ready to travel right after. He filled out the application, which ensured there would be a collection cup ready for him to pick up in a few days. He clicked the submit button and tried to not think of how difficult the next 5 days would be, with no jerking off.
He ran into his Mom in the kitchen that night and encountered his first test of the 5 days. She was wearing the same nightie as she had 24 hours earlier. Instantly his mind retrieved the memory of her standing in front of the fridge, the light showcasing her figure. He did his best to not think about it. Truly, it wasn't something he thought about often, but now and then her shape was too much to ignore.
He was glad when she just gave him a nod and they parted quickly. The next 5 days would prove to be a challenge.
***
Caleb woke up Saturday as hard as he could ever remember. He had a pretty good catalog in his head of how turned on he'd ever been, and this easily surpassed his previous record. He felt like he could drown a small village in his cum.
He'd picked up a donation cup a couple days ago from a very nice woman at the lab's front desk. She had given him a bright smile that made his dick hard, but at this point a stray breeze did that. Each day this week had been a new level of torture as his level of horniness rose. Girls at school wearing tight tops and shorts. Women walking down the street. Plump honeydew melons at the grocery store. Almost anything had him thinking about jerking off.
