The Jock Donor

The stack of pregnancy tests were just mocking Alyssa at this point. This was after two years of trying, and only 2 "late" periods to show for it. She knew that for her and her husband it wasn't going to be easy, she was 38 after all and he was 45, but this bad?

Growing up, Alyssa always felt a bit like a wallflower. She developed breasts early on, and all throughout middle and high school wore the baggiest clothing possible to hide her body. She had a handful of female friends, but always felt too awkward around the boys to even learn how to flirt. Going into college, she tried to cut loose a little and 'have fun', but all that came of that were a handful of sloppy make-out sessions and an awkward computer science major fumbling under her bra. At least she was able to focus on her studies and nab a good grad school program.

It was in this program that she met Matthew, a few years ahead of her and also a bit inexperienced. A bit stocky, thinning hair even back then, but he had an easy going affable nature that made dating him undramatic. They fumbled their way through dating together, and one night on an IKEA futon, lost their virginity to each other. Honestly she thought it would hurt more the first time, but overall she thought it was a fun, if just a mildly pleasurable, experience. They eventually got married, before settling into their next stage of life.

Over the years she'd tried to spice things up, different positions and some 'naughty' lingerie, but Matthew only ever seemed mildly interested in sex. Alyssa felt fine with this compromise, he was a good husband in other ways. They waited for a while to try and have kids. First, they both wanted to wrap up their phd programs, then get in a good place career wise, and even after all that Matthew still had to feel "right to bring a kid into the world". Once she turned 35 she started to push the issue, and soon they agreed to 'pulled the goalie'.

Alyssa went out and bought all the books, trackers, and tests to try and maximize their chances. She tried not to stress about it, knowing that would only make it worse. But, three months turned into 6 months, and one year turned into 2, and they were still here, with only a few years left for her fertility. Then the bad news got worse. After a series of tests and doctors, they found out that he was near infertile. Worse still, the possibility of artificial insemination was problematic for her, as the various shots and drug regimen would wreak havoc on her anti-depression medications. They had no options left, except one.

"So...what about natural insemination?" Alyssa asked one night with half a bottle of wine in her.

"Natural, what do you mean?" Matthew asked, generally perplexed.

Alyssa finally had the nerve to tell him, after researching the topic on her own. "Well...I learned about this on some of the mommy-to-be blogs. it's where the donor provides his sperm directly, without a doctor involved."

"Provides, like, how?"

Alyssa's face was now bright red. "Well, with intercourse. That's....one way. He could also use something like a turkey baster."

"Oh that last way is too weird!" Matthew said, "I'd rather you'd just go the whole way without some weird masturbation kitchen tool scheme."

Alyssa had to laugh through her nerves "yea, I guess that's kinda goofy."

And to be honest, she was a little relieved. Obviously she was willing to go the turkey baster route, but in a way felt way more comfortable with someone just doing it the old fashioned way.

"So the guy is supposed to just have sex with you?"

"Well it wouldn't be like normal sex, more straight forward insemination. Like, he wouldn't see me naked or anything, it could be pitch black if we want. He'd probably just....come from me from behind."

An awkward silence hung in the air. "And there are people who offer to do this, like on an app or something?"

Now Alyssa had to show all her cards from her late-night research.

"Yea...here's the website I found with potential donors...."

"What's the motivation for these guys, that can't be that arousing or anything."

"Oh, I don't think it's supposed to be arousing," she answered, "I think they're just looking to help out couples struggling like ourselves."

She showed him the site she found, and they scanned over the little written description for each. Race, age, education level, pedigree, etc.

"They're all so young," Mathew said, with a little disgust.

"I know," Alyssa responded, feeling her nerves start anew.

"I guess that's a good thing, right? It's supposed to help? I'm sorry, is this all okay, we don't have to" she answered.

"No, no, it's alright, I guess I just hadn't thought of it."

Matthew didn't know what he was expecting, perhaps a mature, demure, and unattractive man, doing this out of the kindness of his own heart. Now he was seeing that it would probably be a young and virile athlete, and really, the motivation for these guys seemed more clear than she was guessing. By his own admission, he knew he was some 50 pounds overweight, with a gut that hung out over his waist. He tried getting into better shape through this whole fertility journey, but all that came of it was 3 lousy trips to the gym and a 50 dollar a month membership he didn't have the nerve to get out of.

"How about this one? He's Harvard educated, tall, an athlete, that's good right? Probably healthy?" Alyssa said.

"A student, what is he, 18?" Matthew said.

"19, but I can check his ID if that makes you nervous," Alyssa responded.

"Oh, in that case good, just don't serve him beer." Mathew responded, with some attitude.

"I'm sorry, are you uncomfortable with this?" she asked.

"No, I understand what has to happen here, but I didn't think he'd be some young strapping boytoy."

"It's not going to be anything like that," Alyssa responded defiantly. "It's going to be mechanical, like a procedure."

Matthew sighed, "Yea, I know, to be honest I'm kinda tired of trying." She kind of suspected the sex was wearing on him, and he was a bit relieved he wouldn't have to keep stressing about it.

"But," he added, "let's set out some rules, okay?"

They agreed on some simple guidelines: the donor will get himself warmed up by himself, come into their room, and enter her from behind. She'll keep as much of her clothes on as needed, he'll move in her going as quick as he can, "do the deed," then see himself out. But they both admitted that these are guidelines, and that Matthew trusted Alyssa if anything needed to change in the moment. She then messaged the donor, and got a simple response almost immediately.

The day of the 'donation' came, and Alyssa looked at herself in the mirror; she has to admit she looked quite good for her age. Her long black hair kept tight up with a pony and headband, a tank on top of a bra that was more supportive than sexy. Her 34d breasts hadn't quite sunk too much, though hopefully that would all change soon. She tried to keep in great shape, but no matter how much she worked she couldn't shrink her ass or her wide hips. She decided on some simple workout shorts for the evening, easy on / easy off.

"Well I guess he'll be here in the next 30 minutes or so, I'll get out of here." Matthew said.

"What are you going to do?" Alyssa asked, trying to sound like she cared, and not filled with nervous anticipation.

"Probably see a movie, that should be long enough, right?"

"Oh most definitely, quick in / quick out." She answered.

"Oh yes, I remember being 19, I think back then 20 seconds was all I needed" he said.

She chuckled nervously.

"Well," he gave her a light kiss on the forehead, "good luck." And with that, he left.

Alyssa waited on their couch for what felt like an eternity, and the nerves fully hit. She was about to have sex, with another man. But was it sex? She tried not to think of it in that way, and that this was all just another task to do, but another man would be inside her. Would it feel good? Is she allowed to feel something? Then, the doorbell rang, and popped up to answer. When she first saw him, she managed to hold back a gasp, but holy hell. His golden curly locks framed his strong cheekbones and gray eyes. He was an athlete, a crew rower if she had to guess, and all of the 6'4" he claimed on the site. He wore one of his workout muscle Ts and shorts, because of course he did, he is 19 after all. And Alyssa couldn't help but steal a glance; she hoped he was already a little hard because there was already an outline of a penis down there.

"Are you, the uh, customer?" He said with all the awkwardness of a teenager.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I don't think we're supposed to share names, come in," she tried to sound as calm and collected as she could, but damn she felt awkward.

"Do you want to sit and talk a bit or get right to it?" she asked.

"Um, yea, I guess we could sit." He flopped down, manspreading on their couch; reflexively grabbing his crotch to adjust after he said down.

"Can I get you anything, water, or ah, gosh, I guess I can't get something stronger because you're under..." she couldn't quite get out that he was under 21.

"No, I'm alright," he said.

She took a seat in a chair opposite the couch. "So you're a student, right?"

"Yup, second year."

"I bet it was hard to get into Harvard.?"

"Yea, like I had pretty good grades, but I think they really wanted me for my sport."

"Right, an athlete..."

"Yea, row crew, it keeps me pretty busy and stuff, every day, up at 4am, down by 9pm."

"Wow, that's a lot, I guess it keeps you from the hard party scene huh?"

"Yea, I guess," it sounded like he was getting bored.

A silence filled the room, and Alyssa realized she had to end the awkwardness of what was bout to happen head on.

"So how long have you been doing this, donating?" she asked.

He was taken a little aback, "Oh, well I guess this is my first time."

"Well what makes you want to get into this world?" she asked.

Now he looked quite uncomfortable, "well, I mean, I want to, you know..."

"Have sex?" she blurted out.

"Well...yea." Then the silence came back, and he tried to fill it "like...like you said, I don't have a lot of time to party and stuff, and I'd like to, donate, to, ah, like, relieve myself."

"You've...had sex, before right?" she said with some confusion.

He laughed "Oh yea, college is still really good to me," and then quickly shot back "Oh but not too good though! I'm clean, just checked. I think I got papers if you wanna see them."

God he seemed dumb, she thought, and almost thought of backing out then and there. But that body....

"Well we're not here to have too much fun, remember?" She replied.

"Oh absolutely, no, I know that. But why not blast a load in someone who needs it and not like in a sock."

She had no follow-up for that kind of comment. "And remember our ground rules: no kissing, no needless touching. I'm going to go into the bedroom there, position myself. You stay out here, and when you're ready, come in here and inseminate me, okay?"

She left him for their bedroom. There, she turned off the light, and pulled down her shorts and panties. Then, she put her face down into their bed, and propped up her back-half on her knees, in a downward dog position, leaving her bare ass and pussy exposed. There, she waited. She was slightly aroused, but also so nervous about the whole thing. She could tell she was incredibly dry, and now hoped he wasn't actually as big as he looked. After a few minutes, she heard his footsteps up the stairs and to their bedroom.

She kept her eyes shut, and called out, "I'm here, ready for you."

There's no way she didn't sound as nervous as she was, and could tell her vagina was just clamped shut. She had no idea how this could happen.

"Okay, I'm ready too."

He nonchalantly turned on the light, climbed on top of the bed, and slowly approached. The first thing she felt was the tip of his penis against her ass checks, it felt so hard. A shiver ran through her body as the only second cock ever touched her body. She could then feel its tip move up and down her ass, and could tell he was trying to find her pussy.

A little impatiently, she reached back and searched for his cock. "Here, let me help."

Already she kinda felt she was breaking a guideline, but how long was he just gonna stumble around back there? When she found and gripped it, she gasped.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yea, fine, you are just....big."

"Yea I get no complaints."

She couldn't help but be charmed by his adolescent stupidity, "okay big guy, let just get this over with."

She positioned his tip at her pussy lips, and guided the tip of his head in.

"Okay, there you go, move slow though, I'm kinda tight at the moment."

He moved his hands to her hips for leverage, and tried to guide her back to him. At the first inch, she winced, and reflexively moved off him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yea, yea, fine, it's just a lot to take in. Let's try this again okay? But move slow! And I'll tell you when to pause."

"Okay," was the dolt's only response.

He guided his cock back to her, and moved the first inch back in. This time, when she tried to move off, he held her hips firm and pressed the next inch in. There he paused for a few seconds, and tried the next inch. He just felt so massive and expansive. She recalled this is what she imagined her first time with Matthew was going to feel like. But that was almost like a big finger, this is, something else. Then he pulled off her.

"I'm sorry, it's like really tight and dry. You have any lube or anything?"

To be honest, Matthew and Alyssa had never needed lube before; but she knew it also wasn't good for fertility.

"Sorry, no. It's not good for conception. Best way is this has to be all natural."

"Okay, well, can I touch you for a little bit?"

"I guess we have to," she said with resignation, knowing they were breaking yet another guideline.

He started to lightly caress her outer labia with one finger, working it up and down and in circles around her. She could feel herself starting to slightly relax, as he moved his finger closer to her pussy lips. He worked ever so slowly and lightly, all around her, teasing her with his touches and caresses. He may be an idiot and a teenager, but goddamn he knew what to do back there. Then, ever so slowly, he grazed her now swelling clitoris. She let out a long and low moan, and reflexively tilted her hips to give him better access. Now he was working his whole hand over her pussy, circling, teasing, moving, and slipping a finger in every now and then. She began grinding her hips against his teasing hand, rapidly breathing and moaning in rhythm. Without thinking about it, he pushed her onto her back, parted her legs, and moved his head down to her pussy.

"No, wait!" she blurted out, but stopped her protest when his tongue flicked her clit.

Matthew never even attempted licking her, and she never had the courage to ask. But God it felt so good. There was a small, ever shrinking but still there, part of her mind that tried rationalizing the situation. "We have to, you're too uptight, not aroused, he'll never fit unless you do this," this rational mind still said, while the rest of herself gave into the pleasure. He worked his tongue up and down her lips, working in circles around her clit, and guiding a finger into her. Slowly, he curled that finger up and started working against her g spot. At this instance, she grabbed his hair and pushed his head more into her.

"God you're good at this, oh, just keep doing what you're doing," she said, already struggling to breathe.

And so he did, working with his tongue with such precision, one hand inside her, and the other working its way under her shirt and bra to grasp her breast. She did have the presence of mind to grab the breast fondling hand and move it down.

"No, you don't need to be up there, just work it down there."

"Sure, sorry, got a little carried away."

Then this hand started caressing her hip, which was almost more arousing. "Oh keep doing this, I think it helps if I have an orgasm."

He was in no position to say anything, buried so deep in her, but he was more than willing to keep going. Working those hands, loving her body, giving her the pleasure any good "boytoy" would. Her whole body was tensing up, and she knew it was gonna hit soon.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna cum!" as her widened and her body tensed up.

And it came, over her, rolls and rolls of pleasure. Electricity shooting from her clitoris and through her body, clearing her mind of all distractions and worries. An intense orgasm she never felt before, rolling pleasures as she released into his touches, as he reveled in her body. She didn't understand, but the orgasm kept going, and seemed to grow in intensity, building more as he worshiped her.

"Oh you're a stud," she said, almost done in by pleasure.

After a minute or so, exhausted, she came back to earth. "Holy cow, I haven't had an orgasm in years."

"Really?" he said, with genuine curiosity.

"Yea, I used to think I couldn't with someone else but damn, that's not true."

Before getting married, Alyssa explored a little of her own body and the touches she liked. One night in her early twenties, lying in her bed and fantasizing about the hot TA, she touched herself to the point of release. It was good, but wholly strange, and a mild guilt came over her. It didn't stop her from trying in the future though, when she was lonely, sad, or in need of release. It was her own private space, and could never imagine touching herself in such a manner with another person in the room. After marrying Matthew, she never felt the need for that kind of release, but wanted something more in their time together.

"Okay, just put it in now, I should be good," she said.

He worked his cock in, still slowly and with some resistance, but now she was wet and relaxed enough to take him in. Goddamn she felt full, her pussy wrapping up his big hard cock, stretching her and hitting every nerve in her body. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly rocked in and out of her. Her wetness was now fully capable of letting him in. It made her feel like such a queen, to have a young and huge cock inside her, giving her pleasure, and her body responding in strength to take him all in.

After a minute of slow rocking, he asked "how's that, are you okay?"

"Yea, it's great. You feel good."

"Great, you feel good too, I thought older women were supposed to be dry but you're so nice and wet."

She guessed that was a compliment and said "thanks."

He then asked "Do you want to touch yourself, or I could do it."

The question took her a little back. This wasn't supposed to be for her pleasure, and besides, she's never tried touching herself during sex.

"Oh, you can touch it if you want," she said, almost as a matter of fact.

"Sure," as he guided his fingers to her clit, and began working his thumb in light, then firm, then light circles around it. The feel of him inside and out was powerful, like it was her pleasure that was more important. She felt in control of him.

"Harder, faster," she said.

"My dick or my finger?"

"Both."

And now he started thrusting with force. He eventually had to move both of his hands down to her hips for leverage, so that his full strength could move his cock in her body. She moved her hand down to her clit to keep working it. She was panting with every stroke, moaning for him to keep working.

"God you feel so good."

And then she could feel it build up again, the pleasure, the electricity, the sensation that her whole body was releasing its pleasure into her.

"Oh god yes!" She screamed, as her pussy grabbed his cock in response, begging for his seed.

Suddenly she felt him pull out of her, and before she could react, a stream of cum shot from his dick, landing all the way up to her breasts.