I came to know from my college friends that many college students go to semen banks to donate semen in exchange for pocket money. I also thought that I could earn some money by becoming a sperm donor.
This is a true incident of my life. Many times I wanted to keep this aspect of my life to myself. This secret which affected my life is still buried deep 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.
I was studying at that time. University studies have started and the year is 2015. I made many friends in college. One day I saw them talking to each other.
When I approached him, he reacted strangely to me, as if he wanted to hide something. Then I asked one of my friends what had happened between them before I came? This friend also refused to tell me anything.
I felt strange and thought that some Khichdi must be cooking in all this. Then I never stopped paying attention to that friend of mine. Make him take his oath.
When I insisted, they told me that they all planned to donate sperm. When I heard from her mouth about sperm, I was surprised. I had never heard of this kind of work before.
I used to watch porn movies on my phone and hang out with friends, but I never dreamed of donating sperm. Then he told me the whole thing.
After talking to them it came to light that they have been doing this for a long time. Then we discussed it in detail. I still can’t believe something like this exists.
My friend started explaining to me. He told me the whole thing. They started inviting me to join in as well. At first I refused because this work was strange for me.
But after one and a half month I also reached the sperm bank. I was drenched in sweat while sitting at the reception desk. The heart was beating loudly. I have never done anything like this in my life.
After some time I was called inside. After I went in, the nurse told me I only needed to send a sample the first time. Only then did I get some relief.
After explaining in detail, the nurse said that we can see the quality of sperm after taking the sample. Only after this the further process will be completed. Once a sample is provided, it will be tested for HIV and hepatitis. If everything is clear, only then I have the right to donate sperm.
After all the tests, I will 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.
When the whole conversation was over he patted me lightly on the shoulder. His purpose was to reassure me that I had nothing to fear. Understanding this, I nodded in agreement.
There was turmoil in my mind. I tried to run away from there. There is a feeling of restlessness inside. Something very strange seems to be happening. That’s why I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
But now that I have come inside, I can leave only after giving the sample. Just then I saw that the nurse came and took me to another room. A small cabin was built there.
He let me in. He also gave me a bottle. I asked him what it was for. She looked at me and started smiling. Then he pointed to the magazine in front of him.
Those are porn magazines. I got the hint. There is some movement in the penis. He said to take your time and collect a sample of the inside. Then she closed the door and went away.
I went inside, sat on a chair and started reading magazines. It contains nude pictures of foreign girls. There are some magazines for Indian girls also. Since I was still confused, I could not get an erection even after reading those magazines.
That’s when I started to wonder where I was stuck. I started cursing the friend who suggested that I take this step just for pocket money. I also agreed, so now I have to give the sample. My semen sample will decide the future of my pocket money.
When I saw those pictures in Hindi and English, I felt that my fate would be decided within a short time. I looked towards the door and there was no one around. I was also a little nervous. Then I opened the zip of my pants and took out my penis.
The penis is inactive. Then I picked up one of the books, a magazine, in which there was a naked photo of a Desi Indian girl. I started shaking my penis after seeing her naked pictures. Gradually the tension inside me started ending. There is tension in the penis.
After stroking my penis for five minutes, I became fully erect. Now I was getting very excited while caressing my penis. I flipped through the magazine with one hand and stroked my penis with the other.
Now I started masturbating. I started enjoying it. I had masturbated many times before, but this was the first time in this environment. Then I started shaking my penis vigorously. Now my excitement was increasing every moment.
My penis became erect and hard like a rod. Swelling of veins in the penis. Now I was masturbating in excitement. Looking at a naked girl’s breasts. As soon as I saw her pussy closely, I imagined inserting my penis into her pussy. To be honest, I’m starting to enjoy it.
Then I started shaking my penis rapidly. I’ve been masturbating for five minutes and I’m almost climaxing now. Then when I felt that semen could come out at any time, I opened the lid.
I placed the bottle under my penis and started masturbating again. Now I closed my eyes. When I suddenly felt like ejaculating, I opened my eyes and placed the vial in front of my urethra, in front of the head of my penis.
Suddenly, semen started gushing out from the penis, spurt after spurt, and I filled the bottle. A lot of semen came out. When all the semen was gone, I closed the lid of the bottle. Then I waited until it became normal.
Wipe your penis with a paper towel and throw the paper in the trash. Then I came out. After ejaculation my confidence started increasing. Then I gave the bottle to the nurse and left.
Coming out from there, hundreds of thoughts were roaming in my mind. Wondering what will happen next. What happens if the other person doesn’t respond positively? If this happens, will I not be able to become a father?
What if I have HIV or another infection? I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about this problem. Even during the exams, I had never felt as much fear as I did then.
Three days later his call finally came. He invited me to come again next time. Now I feel a little more confident that nothing will happen as I thought.
But now another worry started bothering me that if everything goes well and I become a sperm donor, then how can such a big thing be hidden from my family. Can this thing remain hidden from them?
My father works for the government. This family lives in Jamia Nagar, a city like Delhi. All my college friends lived nearby. Even if I sneeze, my family will know. Therefore, it was a big challenge for me to hide the big truth of being a sperm donor.
I talked to my friend about this. He introduced me and other friends. He explained this to me two-three times. Later a long seminar took place. Ultimately I was convinced that the whole thing would be kept a secret. No one will know anything.
Then one day I had to go for the first time and present samples of the collection. I went that day dressed like a soldier on a secret mission. My college friends have assured me that my attendance will be recorded even if I am absent.
everything is going fine. I reached the sperm bank. When I reached there that day I didn’t feel that much fear. In fact, not only was I not nervous on the first day, I was actually a little curious.
All my tests have been done. The limits are clear. That day I gave the first sample of my collection. Within a few days I became a sperm donor card holder. On the call I was given sperm donor status.
I was the newest of all my friends, but I felt like I had the highest status. And thus this journey began. I started getting calls from time to time. As soon as I get the call, I reach there and contribute.
Over time, I became familiar with the cool room at the sperm bank, filled with nude books and sexy magazines and books with nude photos of girls. Gradually I got used to that place.
Now there is neither fear nor question. Now everything is going well. One day when I went there, there was a boy sitting at the reception.
His condition was similar to mine on the first day. Sweat appeared on his forehead and worry appeared on his face. When I saw him, the poor guy started looking away. But I walk with my head held high like the king of the jungle. Now I am an old player there.
I wear glasses and a headband. My forehead was half covered. In such a situation, after seeing it once, the risk of it being recognized again is very less.
Still, like me, other boys had come there hiding their identity. Gradually I came to know that I was not alone in doing this kind of thing.
Unless we are involved in something, we seem to be doing something else. But then we realize that we are not alone in the world. Similar thoughts came to my mind too.
I became a sperm donor for pocket money. But I never let my family know about it. I’ve tried many times to let them know I’m into it, but then I often think I don’t know how they’ll react.
Even my friends my age made fun of me, so what else could my family expect. So I keep this secret close to my heart and share it with you all in the form of a story.
One day a friend also said that you can have children for others, but if you want to have children for yourself then you are not capable.
I was stunned by his words for a long time. I was shocked. I never thought about this.
I have been reading online about its effects for several days. Spent many nights gathering complete information. But after a few days I started working again.
In the initial days, I went almost every week. As a precaution, I have to stay away from alcohol, smoking and sex. Doctors say that this reduces the sperm count and there is a high possibility of the collected sample getting spoiled.
When this journey started, I did not look back. After this I started getting calls from couples. Now I go not just to earn a few hundred rupees as pocket money, but to bring happiness to a couple.
I feel happy doing this. I don’t know whether my decision was right or wrong, but now I don’t regret it.
I continued to work as a sperm donor through college. Then college ended. I also got a job in a bank. I also got married a year ago.
I still insist on donating sperm. Although it happens much less now, I still do it. Even my wife does not know about this work of mine. I’m worried that if he finds out about this he might disown me. So I left quietly.
Whenever a couple calls I can’t say ‘no’. The number of sperm donors I received five years ago is now far greater than my own identity.
I had kept a diary earlier also. But as time passed and responsibilities increased, writing work lagged behind. Then I left Delhi city. After leaving this city the diary was left behind.
I don’t know where my journal is, but whenever I think of those moments I start thinking. I Rohit (fictitious name) have donated sperm more than 150 times and have been the father of at least 60-70 children, if not more.
The thought of giving birth to a child with hair like mine brings a smile to my face. Someone’s gait will be like mine. There must be someone as naughty as me.
Many times, when I sit in front of my computer in the bank, I keep thinking that I am a father, not of one child, but of many children whom I do not know and probably will never know. Never to see your children again.
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