Standalone scene. Part eight 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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A few days later, you tell me to meet you at the hotel at 8PM. I’m in the lobby, thumbing through my phone, when I spot you walking through the sliding doors.

“Hey,” you say as you approach.

“Hi,” I reply and stand.

I want to ask if we’re okay, but you get straight into business. “We’re meeting another couple. Married. The husband wants to meet you, but he doesn’t want to be part of it. Let’s walk.”

“Okay.” I set into motion beside you to head toward the elevator. “It’s NI,” you tell me before we get in.

“Really?” I sound surprised and perhaps a little coy. I didn’t think you’d book me in for NI after our last encounter.

I don’t dare to ask why you’ve changed your mind, so I stay quiet in the elevator, and as we walk up to the room. Both of us face the door. A second ticks by. One…two…three seconds. What are you waiting for? You take a deep breath, raise your hand, and knock. Then, you say, “It’s a gay couple. One of them is trans. He will have your baby.”

What the fuck, girl?

My eyes widen in shock. This is not okay. You can’t just spring something like this on me without notice! I turn to you, but before I can express my confusion, the door opens. 

“Hey!” A curly brown-haired guy greets us, all excited. “Come in, come in.” 

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Oh, you must be loving this. I try to hide my surprise and underlying shock when I meet the couple. “He’s my husband,” the guy who let us in says, smiling at me. “I can’t quite believe we’re doing this. And that you agreed to do this. Thank you.”

I nod and put on a smile. I didn’t really agree to anything, and I’ve never been with a guy. Let alone a trans guy. But, okay. If this process has taught me anything, then it's to stay open-minded. I still can’t believe you had the audacity to set me up like this.

“We good?” you ask me with a cheeky smile.

No, I think. “Yes,” I say.

I know you want me to back out now; I can see it in your eyes. But I won’t. A job is a job. And the guy looks nice enough. If I were into men, I could be into him for sure.

“How are we gonna do this?” The husband asks you.

“We’ll collect the cash up front, then we'll let these two get acquainted. I’ll stay to make sure he does his job. Is that alright?”

“Yes, sure, that’s fine. I'm Curly, by the way.” I’m not sure if Curly sounds more nervous or excited. Maybe both. “I’m sorry, we’ve never done this before. I’m just a little nervous.”

“That’s fine,” I tell him before you can chime in. His eyes meet mine. There’s warmth in his gaze, longing too. “We will go slow,” I assure him, or rather…I assure myself.

“Okay, yes, that sounds good…”

You take care of business while I chat with Curly a little more. We sit down on the bed, facing each other. I admit that this will be my first time with a trans guy, which makes him blush. “I hope you don’t mind?” he asks me.

“Why would I mind?” I reply. The longer I talk to him, the more attractive I find him. It’s strange…I never thought I could be attracted to another man. But there definitely is something about him.

“Well, I’m a guy that can get pregnant.” He laughs, but I can tell it’s from his own insecurities.

“Which is amazing.” I look up when I hear you say that. You smile warmly at him. “He’ll take good care of you,” you add, glancing at me. His husband kisses Curly on the cheek. He’ll wait in the lobby while we do what we have to do. We tell him goodbye. And then he’s gone, and it’s only the three of us. 

While I undress, I ask, “Why did you decide to go for NI instead of AI?”

“I’ve always wanted this process to be as natural as possible. But then…when he…well,” Curl pauses, then sighs. It's such a heavy sigh. “When he got the virus and became impotent, I knew I still wanted to conceive through natural insemination, no matter how.”

I guess that makes sense. It all comes down to preference.

“Though, I’m usually topping,” Curly mentions, giving me a cheeky wink. “So be gentle.” Huh…okay, curveball. But cool.

“I will be.” I strip until all that’s left on my body are my briefs. You sit in the armchair at the window, like last time. I wonder if you’re enjoying yourself. I really can't believe you did this... 

And then, when I turn to face him, there he is. Naked. My God, he is beautiful. He’s a little shorter than me, especially with his shoes now off. Broad shoulders, flat, masculine chest…fine, dark brown hairs leading down his stomach, over and around his navel. He looks like a man, except for…the lack of a dick. Goddamn. I’ve never seen anyone like him.

He sits down on the edge and then pulls himself into the middle of the bed, eyes up. “Do you like what you see?” he asks me, confident, yet curious.

“Oh, yeah,” I laugh at my admission; I can’t quite believe it. “Do you like what you see too?” 

“I do, yes.” That’s when I realize that this will be the first time I’ll have sex for money. Does that make me a male prostitute? I'd say so.

But I also don't care.

I take off my underwear as well and although I’m not hard yet, I know I’ll get there soon. I climb onto the bed, on top of him. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” he whispers back. “Just no kissing on the lips.”

Gotcha.

So I touch him. Explore him. It’s so exciting, having a body underneath me that is so unique, yet intensely beautiful. He has a certain softness in his masculinity, a softness I am attracted to. I trace my fingers along his waist, over his hipbone, and then begin kissing his skin.

It feels different, kissing a man’s body. Those little hairs tickle my top lip. Slow inhales, slow exhales. His eyes close. I zone you out completely like you’re not even in the room. You want to watch this? Want to watch me fuck another man? Go ahead, be my guest.

Curly gets worked up way faster than I expected. The tension between us is electric. His hands explore my body like I explore his. I’m just so…enamored with his body. How unique it is. And capable of having my child too. It’s the first time I let that thought sink in. He’s going to have my child. His belly will grow all round from my genes. My cock throbs at the idea. I know he can feel it against his thigh, how my shaft pulses with intention. I’m not sure when he’s ready to be penetrated, but as soon as he opens his legs, I take it as a sign that he is.

“Fuck,” I exhale the word as I climb on top of him. His hands frame my face, but his eyes close. I bet he’s envisioning his husband and not a total stranger he’s never met. Our breath picks up and mingles. I moan against his shoulder when I guide my cock between his folds; I feel him hold his next inhale. “Ready?” I whisper in his ear. 

“Yes,” he replies, breathless and needy. So I tilt my hips forward to breach his entrance. Slowly, carefully...I sink inside him. Holy shit. Those strong hands grab onto my shoulders, knees lift, lower back pressed into the mattress. “Oh God,” he moans with pure pleasure. I haven’t felt something so tight and wet for so long; it’s surreal. It almost feels like a woman’s pussy. But then again…there is his hard, strong body underneath mine. Muscular and way hairier than a woman’s. With my face buried against his neck, I start fucking into him. The sounds he makes motivate me to fuck him deeper, faster, and a little harder too. I feel like he can take it. Maybe he can take more than the women I’ve been with. I’m not sure. But he seems to be enjoying whatever I am doing.

“Don’t stop,” he whimpers and grabs the sheets beside his body. Eyes squeezed shut, fingers twisting in the fabric. “Keep going, keep going, I think I'm gonna-- I'm gonna come.” His eyebrows draw together when I thrust all the way in, right to the hilt with my balls pressed against him, reaching the deepest part. Those vibrant eyes fly open, and his shoulders press back into the mattress. “Yes! Please, give me a baby, please, please.” 

I watch him arch, pleading and begging for a baby. It unlocks something in my brain I didn’t know existed. He picked me to give him my DNA so he can grow a child inside his precious body. My eyes shut as my mind blanks at the realization. I feel…superior. Strong. Manly. Like a fucking Alpha male.

One, two, three times... I snap my hips forward, stuff him full of my cock, and then... then, I shudder on top of him, from head to toe. I can feel those long streaks of come shoot deep inside him, pooling in front of his cervix. “Oh God,” I grunt and collapse on him. His arms wrap around me, so do his legs. He’s shaking as hard as I am. I can feel his insides clench and contract, just like my balls do as I pump him full of my sperm.

I can’t believe this is happening.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against my neck, sobbing with delight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." My skin is slick with sweat. I moan in reply. The way he thanks me for receiving my seed is doing my head in; it’s so hot. I'm riding on such a fucking high, I cannot help but chuckle in disbelief.

When I come to and roll off him, my head feels like it is spinning. Holy crap. I never thought sex with another man could be this hot. I open my eyes to look for you, and when I do…I realize you’re not there. You left. I don’t know when. I don’t know where you are either. But for whatever reason, you’re not here.