Simple college student becomes sperm donor

I came to know from college friends that many college boys go to semen banks to donate their semen for pocket money. I also thought that I too could earn some money by becoming a sperm donor.

This is a true incident of my life. Many times I thought about keeping this aspect of my life to myself. This secret related to my life was still buried in my chest. Then one day I thought that I should share my thoughts through some medium. That’s why I found Antarvasna suitable for this.

In those days I was pursuing my studies. College studies had started and the year was 2015. I had made many friends in college. One day I saw that they were talking among themselves.

When I reached him, he reacted strangely on seeing me as if he was trying to hide something. Then I asked one of my friends what was going on between them before my arrival? The friend also refused to tell me anything.

I was feeling very strange and was thinking that some Khichdi was definitely being cooked in the midst of all this. Then I did not stop following that friend of mine. Made him swear by swearing at him.

When I insisted, he told me that all of them were planning to donate their sperm. I was stunned to hear the talk about sperm from her mouth. I had never heard of this kind of work before.

I used to watch porn movies on my phone and have fun with friends, but I never even dreamed of donating sperm. Then he told me the whole thing.

After talking to him, it came to light that they have been doing this work for a long time. Then we talked about it in great detail. I still couldn’t believe that such a thing even existed.

My friend started explaining to me. He told me the whole thing. He also started asking me to join it. At first I refused because this work was very awkward for me.

But after one and a half months, I too had reached the sperm bank. While sitting at the reception, my whole body was sweating. The heart was beating loudly. I had never done anything like this before in my life.

After some time I was called inside. After going inside, the nurse told me that only a sample has to be given for the first time. Only then did I get some relief.

Explaining in detail, the nurse said that after taking the sample we will see the quality of the sperm. Only after that the further process will be completed. Once the sample is given, it will be tested for HIV and hepatitis the next time. If everything remains clear then only I will be given the right to donate sperm.

After all the tests, I was to be officially given a card to donate sperm. I will be identified in the sperm bank in the form of this card. The manager doctor of the sperm bank was explaining the entire process to me in detail.

After the entire conversation, he gave me a light pat on the shoulder. His purpose was to reassure me that I had nothing to fear. Then, understanding the point, I also nodded and agreed.

There was turmoil in my mind. I was trying to run away from there. There was a feeling of uneasiness inside. It seemed that something very strange was happening. That’s why I wanted to move away from there quickly.

But now I had gone inside, so I had to leave only after giving the sample. Then I saw that the nurse came and took me with her to another room. There was a small cabin built there.

He asked me to go inside. He also handed me a vial. I asked him what it was for. She looked at me and started smiling. Then he pointed towards the magazines kept in front.

Those were porn magazines. I understood his hint. There was some movement in the penis. She said to take your time comfortably and collect the sample in it. Then she closed the door and went away from there.

I went inside and sat on the chair and started looking at those magazines. There were nude pictures of foreign girls in them. There were magazines of some Indian girls also. Since there was still turmoil in my mind, my penis was not able to get erect even after looking at those magazines.

After that I started wondering where I got stuck. Started cursing that friend on whose advice I took this step for pocket money. I also agreed, so now the sample had to be given. My semen sample was going to decide the future of my pocket money.

While looking at those Hindi and English pictures, I was thinking that my fate was going to be decided in a short time. I looked towards the door and found that there was no one around. There was some nervousness in my mind also. After that I opened the chain of my pants and took out my penis.

The penis was in dormant state. Then I picked up one of those books, a magazine with a naked photo of a desi Indian girl. Looking at her naked photo, I started shaking my penis. Slowly the nervousness inside me started ending. There was tension in the penis.

After caressing my penis for five minutes, my penis had become fully erect. Now I was getting very excited while caressing my penis. With one hand I was turning the pages of magazines and with the other hand I was shaking my penis.

Now I started masturbating. I started enjoying. I had masturbated many times before but was doing it for the first time in such an environment. After that I started shaking my penis vigorously. Now my excitement was increasing every moment.

My penis became erect and hard like a rod. The veins of the penis were swollen. Now I was masturbating with enthusiasm. Was looking at the breasts of naked girls. While looking carefully at her pussy, I was imagining putting my dick in her pussy. To be honest, I was starting to enjoy it.

Then I started shaking my penis with more speed. It had been five minutes since I had been masturbating and now I had almost reached the climax. Then when I felt that semen could come out any moment, I opened the lid of the bottle.

I placed the bottle under my penis and started masturbating again. Now I closed my eyes. When suddenly I was about to ejaculate, I opened my eyes and placed the vial in front of the head of the penis in front of the urethra.

Suddenly semen started coming out from the penis and squirt after squirt I filled the bottle with semen. A large amount of semen came out. Then I closed the lid of the vial after all the semen came out. After that I waited until it became normal.

Wiped the penis with tissue paper and threw the paper in the dustbin. After that I came out. After the release of semen, the confidence seemed to have increased a bit. Then I handed the bottle to the nurse and left from there.

After coming from there, now a hundred different thoughts were coming to my mind. Was wondering what was going to happen next. What will happen if there is no positive response from their side? If this happens, will I not be able to become a father?

What if I get HIV or any other infection? I had sleepless nights thinking about this. I had never felt so much fear even during the board exam days as I was feeling at that time.

After three days his call finally came. He asked me to make the next visit. Now I feel a little confident that nothing will happen as I was thinking.

But now another worry started troubling me that if everything went well and I became a sperm donor, then how would such a big thing be hidden from the family. Could this thing be hidden from them?

My father was in a government job. The family was living in Jamia Nagar of a city like Delhi. All my college friends lived nearby. Even if I sneezed, my family would come to know. Then it was a big challenge for me to hide such a big truth of becoming a sperm donor.

I talked to my friend about this. He introduced me and other friends. He explained this to me two or three times. After that a long seminar went on. Ultimately I was convinced that the whole thing would remain confidential. No one is going to know anything.

Then the day came when I had to go for the first time to give the collection sample. That day I had gone with such preparation as if an army soldier was on a secret mission. My college friends had already assured me of marking my attendance even in my absence.

Everything was going well. I reached the sperm bank. When I reached there that day I was not feeling so scared. In fact, instead of being nervous on the first day, I was a little curious that day.

All my tests were done. The line was clear. That day I gave my first collection sample. Within a few days, I became a sperm donor card holder. I had been given the status of an on-call sperm donor.

I was the newest among all my friends but I felt like I had the highest status. From then onwards this journey started. I started getting calls from time to time. As soon as the call came, I used to reach there to make my contribution.

With the passage of time, I became well acquainted with that cold room of the sperm bank, those naked books and sexy magazines and books with naked pictures of girls. Gradually I became accustomed to that place.

Now there was neither fear nor any problem. Now everything was happening smoothly. One such day, when I reached there, a boy was sitting at the reception.

His condition was the same as mine was on the first day. Sweat on the forehead and restlessness on the face. When I saw him, the poor guy started looking away. But I was walking with my chest held high like the king of the jungle. Now I was an old player there.

I was wearing glasses and a headband. My forehead was half covered. In such a situation, there was very little risk of being recognized again after seeing once.

However, like me, other boys also used to come there hiding their identity. Gradually I came to know that I was not the only person doing such work.

Unless we enter into something, it seems that we are doing something different. But then we realize that we are not alone in the world. Similar thoughts were coming to my mind also.

I had become a sperm donor for pocket money. But I never let my family members know about this. I tried many times to tell them that I am involved in some such work but then I used to think that I don’t know what their reaction would be.

Even my friends of the same age used to make fun of this, so what could be expected from my family. That’s why I kept this secret within myself and shared it with you all in the form of a story.

One day a friend also said that you yourself are giving birth to children to others but when you have to give birth to your own children, you will not be capable of doing so.
I was stunned for a long time by his words. I was shocked. I never thought about this.

For several days I kept reading about its effects on the internet. Spent nights gathering complete information. But after a few days I started working again.

In the initial days, I used to go almost every week. As a precaution, I had to stay away from alcohol, smoking and sexual intercourse. Doctors said that this reduces the sperm count and then the chances of the collection sample getting spoiled are very high.

When this journey started, I did not look back. After that I started getting phone calls from couples. Now I used to go not just to earn a few hundred rupees for pocket money but to give happiness to a couple.

I felt happy doing this. I don’t know whether my decision was right or wrong but now I have no regrets.
I continued my sperm donation work during college. After that college also ended. I also got a job in a bank. I got married a year ago also.

I still keep donating sperm. Although now I have reduced it a lot but I still do it. Even my wife doesn’t know anything about this work of mine. I am afraid that if he comes to know about this, he might break the relationship with me. That’s why I go away quietly.

Whenever a couple calls, I am unable to refuse them. The number of the sperm donor that I had received five years ago has now become much bigger than my own identity.

Earlier I used to write my diary also. But with time the responsibilities increased and the work of writing was left behind. Then I left Delhi city. With leaving the city, the diary was also left behind.

I don’t know where that diary of mine is, but whenever I remember those moments, I start thinking. I Rohit (name changed), who has donated his sperm more than 150 times, has probably become the father of at least 60-70 children, if not more.

A smile comes on my face thinking that one of the children born from my part will have hair like mine. Someone’s gait will be like mine. Someone must be naughty like me.

Many times, while sitting in front of the computer in the bank, I keep thinking that I am a father, not of one but of many children, whom I neither know nor will probably ever know. Children who will never meet me.

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