The Difficult Experience of Seed Donation 2

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But things in this world often go against our wishes. More than a month has passed. My wife's belly remains as flat as a road. Every day when I come home and see her still without any change in her figure, I feel nothing but bitterness. I know my last straw has lost its power… A few evenings later, I calmly said to my wife at the dinner table, "Um, let's go to the hospital." After saying that, I immediately lowered my head, frantically shoveling rice into my bowl, not daring to look at my wife again. "What?" My wife was taken aback by my sudden words. She stared at me blankly for a long time before finally uttering a soft "Mmm" to indicate that she understood. As a result, we spent the night in an awkward atmosphere. The next evening, my wife and I both left work early, as if we had planned it together. "Let's… go." I was the first to speak, saying to my wife. "Okay." My wife didn't say anything, perhaps because she didn't want to provoke me at this moment. But she didn't know that I was no longer angry; I felt more of a sense of defeat. As a man, what could I say, what could I do, that I could only have children this way? We arrived at the hospital in silence. I looked around the registration desk for a long time, making sure no one I knew was there, before tiptoeing like a thief to pay the registration fee. Then I hurriedly grabbed my wife's hand and ran to the selection room like a madman. As soon as I pushed open the door, I was stunned. I had taken all precautions to keep it a secret, but I never expected that the person on duty in the room was actually my friend. He heard the door open, casually looked up, and saw me and my wife standing awkwardly outside. "What, it's you, kid?" my friend said with a smile. My face flushed red, and I mumbled in a low voice, "Hehe, um... I just came to see you. Oh, by the way, aren't you from the First Hospital? What are you doing here?" "You know what? It's all because our hospital director came up with some crazy idea, some kind of joint internship, which resulted in several doctors being reassigned. Imagine, a gynecologist like me, ending up in this godforsaken place doing IVF! Sigh, I'm really defeated by these powerful figures. Oh. By the way, why are you with your sister-in-law? Could it be...?" Hearing my friend's question, I felt my face turn even redder. I pretended to be helpless and said, "Sigh! It's because my mom is so anxious, she's been wanting a grandson. We had no choice, she just kept pushing us, so we came here. It's more convenient and faster, and saves her from worrying." "Sigh! You can't blame your mother, she's getting old, she always wants a grandson to hold. Okay, I'll get your tests done first," my friend said readily after hearing my explanation. After saying that, my friend led my wife and me out of the room and turned left into a larger room. He pointed to a door with a sign that read "Women's Laboratory" and said to my wife, "Sister-in-law, you go to this room first for an egg test. I'll take Brother Yu to another room." At this point, my wife became a little scared. She looked at the unfamiliar door in front of her, then at me. Then she said to me in a weak voice, "Honey, I'm a little scared. Will you come in with me?" I looked helplessly at my wife's pitiful expression. I looked at my friend again. My friend wisely stepped aside. "Okay, sweetie, don't be childish," I said gently to my wife. "Besides, this is the women's laboratory. I can't go in. Sweetie, you go in by yourself first. I'll wait for you at the door after I'm done with my test and sample collection." "I don't care, I want you to come with me," my wife continued to whine to me. "Okay, stop it. Listen to me. Besides, didn't you suggest coming to the hospital first? Why are you regretting it now?" I deliberately used reverse psychology to provoke my wife. My wife, perhaps realizing there was no way to avoid it, went inside alone, glancing back every now and then as she went. I nodded slightly to her from behind, signaling her not to be afraid. With a pitiful expression, she pushed open the door and went inside. Only after she closed the door did I turn and walk towards my friend. Seeing me approach, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is your wife scared?" "Ugh! Women are such a hassle, I have to be with them for everything, it's so annoying," I replied, feigning impatience. It was as if only by speaking to my wife with such disdain could I demonstrate my manly spirit. "Hehe..." My friend chuckled a few times and led me to a room. Pushing open the door, we were greeted by a large screen that blocked out everything behind it. After we went around the screen, we saw several tables neatly arranged, but they were scattered haphazardly with various documents and prescriptions. What surprised me was that a female doctor was sitting at one of the tables. She was probably in her early thirties. Although her looks were average, her skin was very fair, and her figure was superb. Even in a loose white coat, her shapely breasts couldn't be hidden. "Haha, beautiful, what are you daydreaming about? Thinking about me again?" My friend seemed to know her well, and immediately started joking with her. Hearing my friend's teasing, the female doctor immediately made a vomiting gesture: "Ugh, how disgusting! Why are you always so narcissistic? I miss you, please don't make me throw up!" "Hehe..." My friend laughed happily a few times, then said to her, "Okay, stop joking. This is my friend, you can examine him first." After saying that, he turned to me and said, "Brother Yu, you examine him here first. I can't leave my place unattended, I have to go over there first, come find me when you're done." "Okay, you go ahead and get busy," I replied to my friend. "Click." With the sound of my friend leaving and closing the door, only the female doctor and I were left in the room. An awkward atmosphere instantly filled the room. I hadn't expected a female doctor to perform this examination on me. I felt extremely awkward. "Please sit down," the female doctor said, noticing my flustered state. She smiled and pulled a chair from under the table, placing it in front of me. "Oh, thank you," I said cautiously, sitting down without knowing what to say, just staring blankly at her. "Don't be nervous. I'll ask you a few questions; just answer honestly. I'm a doctor, and I've been married for 10 years. We've all been through this; there's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said gently, noticing my embarrassment. I nodded, feeling much more at ease. My awkwardness subsided. Perhaps being in a hospital setting helped ease my embarrassment. "Is your sex life normal? How often do you have sex?" "Very normal, about every two or three days," I answered calmly. Suddenly, I realized that talking about these things in front of a woman wasn't so awkward after all. "Oh, which of you has the problem? Have you been to other hospitals for examinations?" she continued. "Um...it's me. The doctor said my sperm motility isn't high enough, making it difficult for my wife to conceive," I replied somewhat embarrassed. She nodded, then casually said, "Oh, I see. But don't worry, many people have this problem. It's okay. Artificial insemination can easily solve the problem. It's all the same. It's still your own flesh and blood." I echoed the doctor's tone, saying, "Yes, that's why we came to the hospital today." "Alright, go and collect a sperm sample first. I'll test it. If both of you are fine, you can have artificial insemination today." She took a glass crucible from the cabinet, handed it to me, and then pointed to a room next door, saying, "Go to that room. Give me the semen after you collect the sample." I took the glass crucible to the room next door, opened the door, and found the furnishings were very simple. Besides a white bed, there was nothing else. Only the walls... There were lots of sexy celebrity posters on the walls, probably for us semen collectors to fantasize about. I closed the door and stood there blankly for a while before finally taking off my pants. I didn't want to lie in bed and masturbate. God knows how many people have already ejaculated on those walls. Just thinking about it made me feel nauseous. I pulled my shorts down, and my penis drooped limply from between my legs. I ran my fingers over it a few times, trying to get it hard before masturbating. But today, my little brother was just being difficult. Maybe it was the wrong time or place, but no matter what I did, it stubbornly refused to lift up. The more anxious I got, the softer it became, and the softer it became, the more anxious I became. We were stuck in a vicious cycle. After a while, I suddenly heard the female doctor calling me from outside the door: "Are you out yet?" "Not...not yet. Wait...wait a little longer." "I hurriedly and anxiously answered. I simply closed my eyes, imagining myself raping the celebrities on the posters on the wall one by one. But after a long time, my penis still didn't react. I sighed deeply, looking at the limp thing between my legs with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. The penis is really strange; when you want it to be hard, it doesn't react, but sometimes, when you don't want it to react, it gets hard. I felt helpless in my heart."I pondered for a moment. "Still not coming out?" With that question, the female doctor pushed open the door. Seeing her walk in nonchalantly, I froze. I'd completely forgotten to pull up my pants, leaving my limp penis exposed before her. She glanced at my uncooperative little brother and said with amusement, "Can't you even get an erection? Actually, many people have this problem; they just don't react here. It's okay, I'll give you a prostate massage." With that, she pulled a box from under the bed, opened the lid, took out a bottle, uncapped it, poured out some liquid, and then naturally lifted my penis with her hand, smearing the cool liquid onto it. I was startled by her bold action. But when her gentle hand touched my penis, a strange pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. I couldn't help but shiver. My penis, under her application, gradually hardened. It grew harder and harder, until even the glans broke free of the foreskin and slowly emerged, secreting a few drops of clear fluid from the urethral opening. I felt extremely embarrassed, afraid she would think I was a pervert. I stammered, "What...what is that you're touching me with? It works really well; it gets hard as soon as I touch it." The female doctor looked up and smiled, saying, "It's Vaseline." Oh no! Hearing her words, I wished I could disappear into a hole in the ground. Wasn't this just making things worse? My face turned bright red, burning as if it had been on fire. Perhaps she found my shyness amusing, because the female doctor didn't say anything more, just watching me with amusement. After a while, she turned her head and took out two more condoms from the box, skillfully tearing open the packaging. I watched helplessly as she put a condom on my already fully erect penis. A strange thought suddenly popped into my head. It felt like the female doctor was putting a condom on a client before sex. After putting the condom on my penis, she put the remaining one on her index finger. Then, she casually squatted down and teased me with her palm for a while. Then, she did something that surprised me—she inserted her condom-covered finger into my anus. While gently pushing it in, she said, "Relax, don't be so tense, relax your muscles." Her actions made my whole body convulse; how could I relax? Her finger went in a little and then couldn't go any further. I never dreamed that a doctor would insert her finger into my anus. This strange stimulation made my penis even harder, swollen as if it were about to burst. After moving her finger around my anus for a while, she realized she couldn't go any further. So, she simply used her other hand to grasp my hard penis and started stroking it back and forth. It's obvious
Her technique was remarkably skillful, her strength perfectly controlled, neither too light nor too heavy. Each stroke sent shivers down my spine. This strange stimulation amplified my pleasure intensely. In just a dozen or so strokes, I felt a surge of pleasure rush from my penis to my brain. The overwhelming sensation almost made me dizzy. I let out a roar from deep within my throat, my buttocks trembling, and a torrent of semen gushed out. Luckily, there was a condom in front of me
; otherwise, given the intensity of my ejaculation, I'm sure I would have sprayed it all onto the female doctor's face. The female doctor, very professionally, didn't stop stroking; she carefully continued, slowly stroking back and forth. With each stroke, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, until she had stroked more than ten times before the ejaculation slowly stopped. In my memory, aside from my first time having sex and ejaculating so much semen, this was the most satisfying ejaculation I've ever experienced. After a long while, seeing that my body had stopped convulsing, the female doctor carefully removed the condom and poured the semen inside into a glass crucible. Watching her actions, I panted as I pulled up my pants. "Thank you," I said softly. She smiled. "No need to thank me, it's my job." "Um...when can I get the test results?" I asked cautiously. "After your wife's report. If both of you are fine, we can do artificial insemination today," she replied, lifting the crucible. "Oh, well...it's nothing...I...I'll go out now," I stammered, feeling embarrassed to face the female doctor any longer. After all, what I had just done might not have meant anything to her, but for me, it still made me feel incredibly awkward. "Okay, if you're in a hurry, wait at Xiao Wang's (my friend's) place. If you're not in a rush, come pick up the report tomorrow," she said with a smile. "Then I'll go out now." With that, I pushed open the door and hurried out. When I arrived at my friend's place, I found my wife already waiting there. I learned that her sampling was extremely simple; she just used a test tube to collect some eggs. We chatted idly for a while to pass the time during the anxious wait. Finally, the phone on his desk rang. My friend picked it up, spoke for a bit, and then hung up, saying, "Brother Yu, your wife's tests are all fine. Although your...your sperm has a slightly low motility, the doctor said it's not a big problem, and the success rate of artificial insemination is still very high. Don't worry, you can go home now and come back for a follow-up check in a month." Nothing could describe my feelings at that moment; I almost jumped for joy. My facial muscles were trembling uncontrollably. "Okay, stop getting so excited, look at you like that," my wife said, though she was also very happy, she managed to control her emotions and gently scolded me. By then, it was quite late, and we said goodbye to my friend. As I walked out of the hospital, my mood suddenly lightened, and the pent-up frustration of the past few days vanished. At the same time, a heartfelt anticipation suddenly filled me with confidence in life. I smiled and said to my wife, "My dear wife, you're going to be a mother! What are your thoughts?" My wife gave me a reproachful look, "You're already in such a hurry? Look at you, so silly. Hehe..." She then laughed at herself. That night, after returning home, we made love passionately again, only this time, our coordination was more perfect, and we went even more wildly.

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