“This weekend. Are you ready?” she asked, very directly.
“Uh… well…”
“You remember what we talked about, right?”
“Y-yes, of course… I said I’d help, so… but… how is…”
“Listen. This Saturday. Take the train down and I’ll pick you up at the station. When you leave, I’ll pay for a cab to take you, since I don’t want to move around too much. You know… after I’ve… Just be ready, okay? Saturday, sort-of mid-day. See you then!”
“Uh… okay…”
Aunt Liz lived about two hours away from my university, in a house slightly off the beaten track. Not exactly like a desolate farm, but the nearest neighboring houses were a few hundred yards away. I had been there a few times for family get-togethers, and it was nice to have garden parties in such a rural area.
I spent my time on the train that Saturday trying not to be too nervous. It was just a simple donation, nothing to worry about. I was going to go in, do what they do in sperm banks and fill a cup with my sperm, then leave again. Nothing simpler, I thought to myself. Not that it made me any less nervous. I tried to distract myself with a bit of reading.
When I arrived at the station, she was there, ready to pick me up. I’d sent her a message saying when the train would arrive, and she had the car waiting. I got in, we drove home to her house and parked in the garage. My stomach was tingling nervously all the way there, but time seemed to pass remarkably quickly. Before I knew it, I was inside and taking off my jacket.
“So… where’s Ted today?”
“He’s hiking in the woods. He’ll be back tomorrow. Uhm… thanks again, for doing this, Ben… I really… uh… So here’s the bathroom…”
“Yeah, I know.”
We both smiled awkwardly as she showed me the way, even though I knew perfectly well where it was. I surmised that I wasn’t the only one who was feeling nervous about this whole thing. Inside the room, there were several items placed on the table next to the sink.
“Here’s the… cup.” she said and showed me a small plastic cup with a red lid. “I’ll leave you to it… oh, and I bought… Well, here. If you need them.”
She pointed to a couple of magazines on a shelf and turned to leave.
As the door closed behind her, everything felt eerily quiet. There I was, alone in my aunt’s bathroom, about to jerk off and shoot my semen in a cup for her. I almost felt like laughing at the absurdity of it all.
I pulled down my pants and took a minute to get comfortable in the room. I picked up the magazines and flipped through them; they were the typical porn mags you find in any shop that sells them: naked women, showing off their tits, pussy and ass for a photographer with some kind of ‘interview’ text alongside. They were hot enough, but nothing I hadn’t seen a thousand times before.
I picked up the cup and unscrewed the lid, leaving it on but ready to take off very quickly. Then I spent a few minutes looking at the pictures in the magazines while trying to get myself off. I read some of the text as well:
“I love it when men can’t take their eyes off me.” one girl supposedly said. They went on:
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