Standalone scene. Part two of my "Diary of a sperm donor" series. This series is set in a dystopian future where 90% of men lost the ability to procreate. This is the story of an ex soldier who can still spread his seed…

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You don’t have a professional camera. All you have is your phone which has a crack on the left corner of its screen. You made me do push-ups before the shoot, pump my muscles, make me look toned.

“Try and be more casual,” you instruct. I adjust my position. I’m in my light grey boxer briefs. I had to change out of my black pair because you wanted my bulge to stand out more: contrast and all that. I am trying not to think about how inappropriate this is. While you see it as purely professional, I see it as standing in front of my friend’s girl, almost naked, trying to keep my dick at bay. 

Because truth be told? I am into this. I am into being objectified. When I saw the profile you’d made about me, it made me all hot and bothered. The way you described me as the perfect male to make a baby with...fuck. Thankfully, I’d still be wearing clothes then.

Not now though.

“Hm…hold on.” I hear you say. Then you step closer. I stand at the bedroom window so the natural light can illuminate my features (your words, not mine). You approach me, slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, and place your petitie hands on my hips. Carefully, you rotate me into position, smooth out my briefs, adjust the waistband, and then…you casually brush your fingers over my dick. I suck in a breath and hold it. What the hell... I have to focus on the wall behind you, looking right over your head, to stay in control of my arousal.

Your eyes flick up to meet mine. “It’ll photograph better if you’re filling it out…even more,” you whisper. My eyes close. Even more. I can feel your hand graze up and down my bulge, along the sides, then over the curve of it, to make it plump up. You’re excelling at that job. My dick thickens swiftly, stretching out the fabric. More rubs, a squeeze. I press my lips together so that I won’t groan.

Finally, you pat my cock as if you’re done.

I open my eyes and spot the cheeky grin I’ve come to recognize over the past few months. My God, you’re sexy. Shit.

“Much better,” you decide and pull out your phone again. You snap a picture...and another. The look on my face must be quite dreamy. “Prime stud,” you giggle. For the first time ever, I groan. You must realize that you’re driving me crazy. I’m nearly naked, hard, posing for pictures to promote myself as a sperm donor. “You’re doing a great job at advertising your swimmers…” you say. Snap, snap, snap. I blow out a slow breath. I’m so fucking horny. 

“Pull down your briefs a little at the front…let them see where that trail leads, hm?” 

I stare at you in disbelief.

“Come on, soldier.”

So I do as you say. I hook my thumb into the front of my briefs and then peel them down an inch. Slow breaths. My dick's outline is clearly visible underneath the stretched fabric. The curve of it. The heft of it. “That’s it. Perfect. Don’t move!” You use different angles, different positions, to take more pictures of my body. “Yes. That’s hot…” you mumble. I close my eyes and breathe. I can’t believe I’m doing this with you. I can’t believe this is turning me on so much. 

You are turning me on so fucking much.

“Alright. Done.” You lower your phone and quickly swipe through them. “My God,” you laugh. “Your dick looks huge in these pictures.” 

Oh…fuck...

When I don’t answer, I see how your gaze pauses on my boner before you flick your eyes up. “You really are packing…that will sell well too.” You crack a grin. My cock flexes in response. You look so goddamn innocent; I never would have thought you’d do what you do or say what you say. Fuck.

“I’ll give you a minute.” You gesture at my crotch, smirking. “To take care of this.”

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