For a Noble Purpose

"So, I'm really sorry that you are alone again,' Laura said, referring to the fact that I was no longer engaged to Tracy. I had mentioned it to her previously because she had asked, knowing that my relationship was struggling. Laura and I had been in the same graduate program for almost three years. "It must be hard to be single again," she consoled. I admitted that I missed having someone in my life but that the stress of dealing with my ex-fiances son and his legal, drug, and behavior problems had been draining me. As I took another bite of my sandwich, I thought how lucky we were to have a nice summer day where it wasn't too hot so we could sit out in the sun between the sessions and have lunch together. During my second summer of being an intern for my graduate degree, I was enjoying the program more and worrying less but I was in fact alone. The summer of living with Linda was over and she had graduated so I missed her. But the cadre of people in the program had become friends and some of us were even close friends. Laura was a married woman and through the time we often had our dinner together before class in the cafeteria or were in the same group together for projects. She had invited me over for dinner and I had met her husband, Dave. He was a good guy and we had some good conversations. But I never expected what came next. Laura took a drink of her diet soda. She looked at me, then looked down, "So, what do you do now that you're single?" "I just hang out with friends, you know, and do my soccer refereeing, stay busy. I don't get too lonely," I answered. "I mean, like, lonely in a different way. Like what do you do for your needs?" Laura continued. She was blushing and if she hadn't been looking down shyly, I don't think I would have concluded what she was really trying to get at. I cleared my throat, "Do you mean, what do I do sexually?" Laura nodded yes. "Well, I'm not sure exactly what you want to know but I'm not the kind of person to go out and find random women to have sex with. I don't believe in casual sex and I don't really have the personality that it takes to go out and do that, I don't think." Laura looked up at me and then back down at her food. She was pushing her salad around with a plastic fork. "So, I mean, do you just like go celibate? So like no sex at all?" I was getting embarrassed because of her questions. We'd been friends and talked about all sorts of things but never sex. "Laura, I couldn't go celibate. I'm not having sex with anyone but myself," I admitted. "I"ve always had a high sex drive so Id go crazy if I didn't do something." Laura looked up at me. "I don't mean to embarrass you, honest. I just want to know if you like masturbate because I might have a reason to have you do it and have a purpose. Oh, I'm messing this all up. Basically, my husband finally agreed last year to do artificial insemination with a donor because, well, I'm getting older and we want a child, and its become obvious that what we've tried isn't going to get it done." "Do you mean you want me to be the donor? Isn't that usually something anonymous?" I asked, somewhat incredulous. Laura then explained that I didn't have to decide right then but that they had gotten to know me, thought I was intelligent, caring, and had the character and disposition that matched their own. She said they would want me to have a physical and check that I was healthy that way. I assured her that I would pass a physical. She asked me if my body was ok, then said she thought I had a nice body, turned red and got quiet. I said that I didn't have any problems or defects and everything worked well. "I guess it is good that everything works well if you have to give a sperm sample," she said. I said that was the first time anyone ever said I'd need to do that while having lunch with me. We both broke out laughing. After thinking it over for a couple weeks, I agreed to at least doing the preliminaries and had an appointment with my doctor for the physical and blood tests. While I was at my doctor's office, she asked me why I was getting a physical so soon. I explained to her that I was being considered as a sperm donor for a childless couple I knew. My doctor asked if I was friends with the couple and when I said I was and that was why the picked me, she asked if I had thought carefully about that. She pointed out that there could be complex feelings involved if I knew them and was around them after the child was born. I agreed with her and thanked her for the wise advice. With a clean bill of health, the next step meant going for a sperm sample that would be analyzed for motility and all the rest. Laura and Dave had me over for dinner before they made that appointment. We talked about the emotional things and worked out that I could be uncle. That sounded nice, actually. They even suggested I might be one of the godparents and I said we could think about that. Then Laura told me she would go with me. I said that I thought I could handle this well enough but they both insisted and said that the time they get the sample to inseminate she would be in the clinic anyway. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed and I was to pick her up and take her there. Dave would be at work this time. We arrived at the fertility clinic and the receptionist recognized Laura and called her by name. I filled out my paperwork, signed the consent forms, and waited with Laura. She started asking me questions, quietly because there was another man and woman sitting on the far side of the waiting room, not really within earshot but the questions would have embarrassed me in public as much they turned me on when they were quietly private. Laura had become interested in my masturbation habits and asked a series of things that at the moment, I felt like I could reveal. She asked if I had foregone ejaculating as was required and I told her for a whole additional day. She asked me how often I was used to releasing and I admitted that I did it at least once a day. She found that very interesting and told me her husband was good with once a week. I thought to myself that maybe this was why they weren't finding success but realized that was silly of me. Then she asked me where I typically did it. I said I often did it in bed, or sitting at my computer, or sometimes in the bathroom. Laura then said, "Oh so at the computer, like looking at something or what?". I admitted that it was both looking at things and chatting sometimes. "Wow, that is really hot that you would chat with someone and play with it. Like how do you type?" With all her questions, I was getting aroused by the time we were called back. Laura followed me and when we went down two hallways to the room, the nurse said that my wife and I could both enter the room but she should not use any body parts to help other than a gloved hand because saliva and other bodily fluids could contaminate the sample. I said she was not my wife and then tried to explain she wouldn't be helping but the nurse jumped in and apologized and said that many unmarried couples had success with their clinic. I just chalked it up to a misunderstanding. She showed us the room where there were some adult magazines and videos, a sink in which I was instructed to wash off my genitals and hands thoroughly, and a chair with a table and a collection receptacle in which to finish. The nurse said I was to use no kind of lubrication, even saliva, and then asked if I had any questions. She looked at me and said that I looked ready and left us alone. Laura closed the door and felt apprehension. She just came over and looked into my eyes, thanked me and told me if I did need any help, anything she could do she would try and that she would be on the chair right outside. I never even noticed any chair right outside. I thought, great, she'll be able to hear me. I took off my pants and shorts as soon as she left. I washed with their soap and warm water. I don't know why, the room was really sterile and uninviting, but the pervert in me was starting to like being half naked in a strange place with a partial erection and a friend, not a lover, hanging out right outside waiting for me to cum for her. I decided to get naked. I figured it was my room for as long as I needed and if anyone walked in, it was their problem. I fantasized that it was me performing for Laura and the nurse, and managed to get nice and hard. But, without the lube I was used to it was slow going. I heard a quiet knock on the door and Laura's quiet voice asking if I was doing well. I told her I was doing OK and trying to think inspiring thoughts. Laura started whispering what she thought of as dirty talk, like think of big naked boobies, or think of a woman's warm wet vajajay that you could slip into. After only a minute I could hear the nurse saying that she couldn't talk like that from outside but could go in if it would help. Laura said he's trying but its taking awhile. The nurse reassured her that was normal and asked if I had achieved tumescence and Laura called in and asked me louder. That turned me on. Weird, I know. I told them both I was able to get erect. Talking to women about masturbating has always been something I liked, I guess. So, that was what helped me get over the edge, that moment with them both outside the door. Minutes later, I came out dressed with the sample jar in hand. Laura looked me up and down, especially at my groin and the jar, and then took it from me. Wow, I can feel the warmth still. She held it up and looked at the semen inside, "That seems like a lot. You did a good job. Amazing isn't it that this will go inside me and make a baby eventually. Wow." After I passed that test, I was invited to go do it for real. We all went in a car together, which was a little weird. Being there with the husband of the man I was going to jerk off to impregnate was a little bit of a buzz kill. Still I managed to eventually produce a good semen sample. When I came out and gave it to the nurse, she said that they would be doing the procedure right away and that it should work with a very high degree of success. Well, it didn't. The artificial insemination didn't work even though my semen had tested well. And then Dave lost his job but thankfully got a new one right away. However, the insurance didn't cover fertility work. So, they were desperate. We even discussed a more natural way of inseminating her over dinner one night.