He became bone-hard instantly, stretching the fruit with his girth. The juice from the pineapples poured down his penis, pooling at his balls. Erika washed the sticky mess with her tongue. She took her time, angling her head and slowly eating away each pineapple ring. The scene was erotic, hot, and dangerous because it sent his mind to places it had never been, and he became desperate to release the tension riding him. His scrotum tightened, his penis throbbed, but Erika continued on with painful precision, ignoring his anxiety.
She ate at him with tiny nibbles, alternated with big bites, always coming close, but not quite putting her mouth on him. His fingers burrowed in the pillows, fighting the urge to grab her hair and drag her mouth to his penis, forcing the whole length of it down her throat. She unraveled him, unleashing every sexual fantasy he’d ever had. Pineapples would never be served the same again.
Finally, every ring was gone. She leaned up from his thigh just enough for him to watch her drag the back of her hand across her mouth. His restraint shredded into tiny pieces just as she lowered her head and sank her mouth down on him, letting her tongue guide the way. She tried to swallow the length of him, but she was still new at having him in her mouth, and it proved too much for her. She applied suction, hallowing her cheeks as she moved upward off his penis. When she reached the throbbing bulb, she released him with a smack of her lips, and he spewed like a geyser.
Now, a surge of guilt threatened to make him pull out of the parking lot. Here he was planning for a future with Erika when he had destroyed any chance of it happening. He’d left her because it was the right thing to do. If he was confused on that point, just sitting in the parking lot of a sperm bank should clear his head. He was sick, and even if he beat the cancer, there would be lingering effects.
He should leave her. Leave Erika to find the happiness she deserved. With someone else. Like Mark Garing? The thought made him flush with anger. He’d suspected it, and he’d all but proved it when he walked into her office a couple of days ago and found Mark there, comforting her when her patient had all but attacked her.
To an outsider, it looked innocent enough, a colleague coming to check out the commotion and maybe assist if he could. Camaraderie between the physicians at Mission Hospital. Yeah, right. He’d seen the way Mark looked at his wife. He recognized the admiration and desire for Erika—he felt it himself. Mark wanted his wife, but he would not get her.
Brock left his car, mindlessly hitting the button to lock the doors and arm the alarm. Frozen sperm had been shown to produce pregnancies for fifty years after donation. It could be stored indefinitely. With the way things were between him and Erika, he needed to know this clock wasn’t ticking against him.
Armed with his physical assessment, verifying he was free from AIDS, HIV, gonorrhea, hepatitis, and syphilis, Brock entered the clinic. He handed over all the paperwork Hassan had completed and took a seat in an elegantly decorated waiting room. Sitting alone in the waiting area, he had second thoughts. The other patrons were paired by two, probably married couples seeking an alternative, looking for hope when all else had failed. They were so in love, so desperate, they were willing to raise a child half theirs. Doubts assaulted him again, and he rose to leave, but a nurse with a warm smile called his name, pulling him into the back before he could escape.
The consultation took place in a medicinal office with the nurse asking blunt questions in a professional tone. He’d always marveled at the way the nurses at the hospital could tackle the most controversial subject with patients without hesitation, while he and his colleagues hedged and vacillated before reaching the point.
“We like to run all the required tests here,” the nurse said as she reviewed his paperwork.
“The director made prior arrangements with my doctor, because of the press for time. This entire process had to be completed before my surgery.”
“Surgery?”
He struggled with telling a stranger he was having one of his testicles removed. He couldn’t say the words aloud. Instead, he pointed to the place in his paperwork where she could find the answer.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes revealing she truly meant it.
He saw Erika’s face, devastated by his diagnosis and what his future would become.
“I see you’ve completed the mandatory counseling session, but our social workers are always available if you’d like to discuss this before beginning the process.”
He could only imagine what expression he was wearing to make her offer additional counseling sessions. “No, thank you.” He had to do it today, because he’d never gather the resolve to return if he walked away now. This was for Erika and their future. He had no room for hesitation.
After collecting a urine specimen for further testing of sexually transmitted diseases, he was given a short tour of the facility. He learned how his sperm would be frozen, labeled, stored, and monitored twenty-four hours a day. Finally, he was escorted to a private donor room on the other side of the facility. He was left alone with a sterile cup, a stack of magazines, and a television with plenty of XXX movies.
“Take as much time as needed,” the nurse said, closing the door on him.
He locked the door and then dropped on the sofa, cup in hand. Just knowing the nurse was waiting for him to masturbate into the cup was enough to keep him limp. Ten percent of his sperm would die during freezing—he couldn’t waste a drop, which added more pressure. It was all so medicinal. His sperm would be analyzed, and he could call in the morning for the results of how well his sperm swam. A cryopreservative would be added; then his sperm would be separated into vials and frozen in liquid nitrogen. He couldn’t even think of what Erika would have to go through to be inseminated. He’d always pictured his wife getting pregnant with his child after they’d made love. Not this way with doctors and nurses providing the only skin-to-skin contact during the inception.
This venture was costing him a nice sum of money. There were fees associated with every step of the process, not to mention the monthly storage fee and withdrawal fees—if he ever needed to use it. He hadn’t been able to drink for two days prior to banking, but he sure as hell was heading directly to his favorite bar afterward.
He flipped through a magazine, turning the pages in bunches. He had no interest in these women. They were too perfect, which made them phony-looking. He selected the first video in the stack, finding the scenes humorous and not at all arousing. If he couldn’t provide a sample, he’d have to resort to a seminal collection device to force the sperm out of him.
He was too stressed. Stressed over his marriage, his medical condition, and knowing the nurse was outside the door waiting for him to jack off.
“This is for Erika,” he said, closing his eyes on the television screen. He relaxed back into the sofa, stretching his long legs out in front of him and thinking of the pineapples again.
On their honeymoon in the Pocono Mountains, Erika had slid down the length of his body, her hands caressing his back, his ass, his legs, until she kneeled on the floor in front of him. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes as if she were asking permission to take him inside her mouth—and it had been the biggest turn-on of his life. Even now as he remembered her naked on her knees, his penis stirred to life. He unzipped his pants and took himself in hand, remembering lubrication and saliva was a no-no when obtaining a clean sample. This would have to be a rough ride.
Although she’d done it a few times, he could tell Erika wasn’t comfortable with fellatio. He didn’t press the issue, knowing she’d probably come around, but realizing it didn’t make a difference in how much he loved her. But their honeymoon was different. Fresh from the shower, after making love twice, he’d been prepared to climb into bed and hold her tight until morning.
He watched with fascination as she blinked, waiting for him to begin, when she had taken the role of aggressor. She lifted his penis and placed it gently against her lips, leaning in when her lips parted. She played with him first, touching and stroking with only the tip between