I was 19, a second year student at the University of Delaware. Like all college guys, I could always use some extra cash. I had seen an advertisement in the campus paper for sperm donors. The ad was up front; it said that donors could earn as much as $150 a week that averaged $50 a pop. I could do that and besides I wasted more than that when I showered. So I called for an appointment to go through the screening process. I was treated well. Although they seemed very interested in my background, the screening process was very clinical and almost unrelated to the ultimate goal of making babies! They tossed out terms lie -- sperm count, motility rates, viability -- almost like exam questions. I passed!!!
I had been able to tell the screening rep that I had had no previous sexual experiences with another person, that is. The rep said that this made things easier, since I should abstain from sexual release for three days before my donation appointment. I had never really given sex with another person any kind any serious thought. Most of the guys in the dorm were crazed over getting laid. The main focus was on girls. I never thought about girls that way. Now guys, that was another thing. But I had never really gotten past the fantasy stage. But when the opportunity arose, I got myself off. The screening rep explained that guys who had girlfriends sometimes had to disappoint their girlfriends a couple of days before their donation days, and this sometimes created problems.
I knew that lesbians and infertile women used the center. I would have preferred to know the women who would used my sperm, and to know something about the child, but understood that this was not possible. The donation center kept donors and recipients apart, even scheduling appointments for the two groups on different days.
I always looked forward to my appointments at the clinic. I couldn't beat off several days before donating; so my appointment at the clinic meant that I would at least get some sexual release.
On my scheduled appointment day, I almost ran to the clinic after class. At the reception desk, I signed in and was asked if I needed any "visuals." I said no.
This day, a young good-looking technician appeared and told me to follow him. I followed. The clinician was deeply tanned and I noticed the contrast of his skin coloring with his white lab coat. The technician took I down a long hall, to a fairly large room. The room had been remodeled and did not look clinical. There was a bed with a somewhat "homey" faded cover. A modern painting of a naked Adam and Eve hung on the wall. There was a bookshelf full of "stroke" magazines.
Even in the midst of this clinical, somewhat impersonal setting, I was already hard just anticipating my release. I knew that I would have absolutely no problem getting off. But I yearned for more. Some physical touch by another guy would be nice. I wanted to be with someone. Where were these thoughts coming from? I had never needed this before.
I was brought out of my daydream when the technician said, "I guess you'll be OK?" I picked up on this response. The question seemed almost inviting. I sat on the bed, and said, "Hey -- it'll only take a short time -- please stay." I feared that the technician might say, "No way dude." I also didn't know exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was at the clinic for a very singular purpose, but the desire for human contact, even at this most personal moment, overcame my hesitation to voice this request.
In a very deep and low voice, the technician told me that he'd never watched before. I realized that the young technician had given me permission to proceed. So I pulled off his pants and jockeys in an instant. My 19-year-old cock was at full attention now. I settled down on the bed. The young technician moved closer and broke the seal on the plastic collection container and handed it to me. "My name's Peter," he said, breaking his anonymity. I could feel a degree of humanity in this very inhuman setting. Suddenly my mind relaxed. I closed his eyes; my mind went into the same sexual fog that it did when I beat off in his dorm room.
Peter looked down at me. He was nervous, but also excited. Out of his own personal habit, he put some saliva in his hand, and placed his hand on my cock. He felt me tense up, but I did not draw away. I opened my eyes and looked up at Peter. I had this urge to kiss him. I had only kissed girls before, but Peter's lips suddenly looked more inviting than the lips of any girl i had kissed before. I thought of the potential consequences of what I wanted to do.
At the same time, Peter started rubbing my cock. Suddenly Peter felt a part of a process that he had felt left out of, previously. In some ways, he felt as if he were actually giving life or at least assisting in the life process. As his hand increased in speed and frequency, he looked down at me. I was only dressed in my college sweatshirt. Peter sensed that this very self-assured, intelligent young man needed physical contact and assurance. His lips met mine as he continued to pump me.
I felt the usual primeval urgings and cravings and arched my back of the bed. I felt Peter's tongue, and allowed it to enter my mouth. I responded with my own tongue. Suddenly, I felt my body nearing orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from Peter's, and said "I'm coming." Peter removed his hand from my cock, and picked up the sterile container. Placing it under my cock, he was amazed at the amount of semen collected - perhaps 6-7cc..
Peter felt my body as it relaxed. This whole brief sexual sequence had made Peter feel a part of the process.
Both of us regained our composure. I put on my pants, and sat up on the bed. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, but a feeling of total satisfaction came over me. My sexual and physical needs had been met. And I no longer wanted to jerk off again. The closeness of another male body was fantastic. Peter was great and his kiss....
"Well I'll get this on ice right away," Peter said. I knew that this was the beginning of something new in my life. I did not know what that beginning was, but I was drawn to Peter and wanted to know him better. "I have a psyche class to get to. I really enjoyed your company. Thanks. How would you like to get together in my room for pizza later tonight?"
After an awkward pause, he answered, "Sure there are some things about what happened today that I'd like to talk about." "Great, see you tonight!" I looked forward to this new adventure. I knew my life was going to change. Maybe after tonight, I would know what I really wanted in my life.
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After the sperm donor episode with Peter I was hooked on guys. We met in my dorm room as planned. But all we did was talk about guy sex. We both got hard talking and stroked each other through our pants. But Peter wasn't sure if he wanted to do more. That was his first time, too. We were both unsure of what we wanted to do. Well, one of us was unsure. I knew that I was hooked on guys and also knew that Peter did not want to explore this new awakening with me. So I decided to explore my options. I went trolling for some more action. Since classes were out, I could narrow my focus on a few guys, instead of going crazy trying to pick one out of the thousands walking to class.
I was a show off when it came to my body and used to love to go out to the pool in my levi cut-offs. There were still a few guys who stayed on campus during the summer. I had a nice chest and firm abs, but what I liked to show off was the thick crop of hair that ran from my navel, on down. So most times I proudly displayed this by leaving the top couple buttons open on my cut-offs.
One day a guy came to where I am lying on the cement and he squats down to talk for a while. He introduced himself as Chad. He was what I'd consider a real stud. As he's talking, his cock falls out the leg of his nylon joggers. I mention this to him and he said "I don't mind, do you? I'm sure you have seen a guy's tool before and I bet you have one just as big.!" I noticed that the head of his cock began to swell slightly and that started a response in my cut-offs. Before long, the swollen head of my cock had begun to peer out from the slit of my fly. We talked for an hour or so. All this time, his cock was hanging against his thigh and I could even see the veins of his shaft under the thin material of his running shorts and by this time, my prick had formed a small pool of pre-cum on my stomach which had run down and filled my navel. Chad finally invited me to his room to show me his new stereo set-up. I can remember walking across the pool area with my towel strategically placed to conceal my hard-on which was now standing well above the waistband of my cutoffs. We stepped through the door of his dorm and he immediately slid his jogging shorts off and turned to me and asked if I wanted to shower the chlorine off... I did not say anything... I was transfixed. I was staring at an awesome hunk with the perfect V-body, deep tan, just the right amount of body hair and the most incredible cock I had ever seen to date! He smiled and simply walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on and said, "Come on!" I took of my clothes and joined him. I stood under that warm water for what seemed like hours while he soaped and caressed my body. But he did not once , touch my fully-hard cock. We got out and dried each other off and he led me to the bedroom and laid me on his bed and proceeded to kiss every inch of my body, again, everywhere; except my cock! He then straddled me and gently ran his cock over my chest, my face, my legs, my stomach, even my toes. He then asked if I would like to see him cum... I almost whispered, "Yes!" He stood at the side of the bed and put on a real show for me. He was feeling his cock and hard pecs and running his open hand over the ripples of his stomach. He then asked me to touch him. I reached around his thigh and placed my hand just under his butt and gave his muscled leg a slight squeeze and then he threw his head back and began breathing very deep and fast. His cock began spewing forth a load of cum, He literally covered me with his man-juice and as his orgasm subsided, he dropped to his knees and took my cream-covered cock into his mouth. I had never felt a guy's mouth on my prick. He swallowed my cock to the base and held it there while he wiped globs of his cum from my stomach and chest and massaged it into his own chest. My balls tightened and I began to pump my load deep in his throat. We collapsed on his bed. Hours later I got up to head home and he kissed me deeply and I will always remember how that kiss felt and tasted. God, the guy sex is really great, I thought out loud. Chad said that there was a lot more that two guys could do together. Or if I was ready, a group of guys. "Hell yes," I yelled. "I want to learn more, all." "Sorry guy you're really hot and I love to show you the ropes, but no can do. But I'll give you the names of some of my buddies. I'm sure they would be more than happy to further your education." Then he told me that he was going back home and transferring to another college. I was really bumbed out, but I had next semester to look forward to. Besides, I was heading home too to visit my folks and was going to see my best friend. I always had a crush on Tony. I wondered how he would react to my news?
Exploring these new awakenings was easy to do with strangers far away from home. I figured it was my duty as a straight-appearing man to let everyone know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a storm. Well not all of us are. Anyway when I went home to visit my parents and see a few old surfing buddies, I was prepared to tell them exactly what was going on in my life. Some I knew would be cool others I was worried about. One of those was my best friend, Tony. Tony spent his days at the beach, working as a lifeguard. He was your typical California surfer, a perfect blonde hunk. That Saturday night we were sitting around his place. He was home alone. His parents went out to dinner and his sister was on a date. After we drank almost a case of beer between the two of us, I was feeling good and it was then I said, "Tony, I have to tell you something." He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever." "Tony. I'm Gay." "No way! Not you! Did something happen in school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure." He looked at me and I tried to read his thoughts. I remembered the time we cruised by a local gay bar and Tony leaned out the window to yell, "Fags!" I waited. Because I expected him to tell me to get the fuck out of his house. I waited for him to say something to me, but all I got was silence. Finally I asked, "So, what do you think?" He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?"
I answered, exasperated, "No! Tell me!" "Look at my shorts." I looked; I didn't see anything.
He continued, "I've always had a fantasy for a long time about making it with you or Robby. I want you to prove to me that you're really gay. I want you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other." I looked at his shorts again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock was just poking its head out from under the material. I couldn't believe it. Tony, Mr. Super Straight Guy had a fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; and I wasn't going to fall for the oldest line in the book about "proving it," I told myself. But I did. I got right down on my knees in front of him and ran my hands up and down his thighs. He gave out a little moan as his cock jumped around in his shorts. It was not content to just lay along side his leg any longer. I grabbed his shorts by the waist band with both hands and yanked them down while he lifted his ass to off his seat to make it easier to slip them off. There, staring me right in the face was one of the best pieces of man meat I had ever seen. It was about 8" long and nice and fat. Tony looked into my eyes and pleaded, "please suck my cock, I've wanted this for so long." I was only too happy to comply. I slurped that big cock into my mouth and took him as far down my throat as I could. I wanted to please Tony like he'd never been pleased before. I played with his balls as I stroked his cock with my lips. I soon felt him swell and then heard him moan as he dumped load after load of his hot cum into my suctioning mouth. I didn't miss a drop, even when he started to pump his cock deeper as he held my head in his hands causing the last spurts to bypass my mouth and go directly into my stomach. As we cooled down we heard his front door open. His sister was home so we quickly composed ourselves and promised to continue getting together until I had to head back east. I'm so lucky to have such an understanding friend.
As I was leaving, he walked me out to my car. I got in and he leaned in through the window, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "That was awesome, but next time I want to try things with you. OK?" I almost shouted out but caught myself and said that it was not only OK but I was looking forward to getting together again. Up until then, all my experiences were brief ones. I wanted to explore with someone that I felt comfortable with. Being a student, I decided to study the subject of homosexuality. I went to the local porn shop and rented every kind of gay movie they had. Who knew there were so many different ways to please a guy. I made a list of all the positions and actions that I wanted to try. I intended to try them all and more than one at a time. Learning can be fun, when you're properly motivated.
New experiences and new friends will enrich your life.