Sperm Bank - F. Tibiezas Dager
Boston trip, 2012. Older boys forced me to watch Two Girls One Cup.
It was the night all the other residents finally arrived so it felt celebratory. Prior to that it had just been me and two older girls, Sandra and Natti wandering around the house and going to shopping malls outside of town, waiting for winter classes to start.
A 14-year-old religious guilt ridden fag trapped in a small end of road mansion, in the middle of freezing Needham, Massachussets. My mom in order to prove herself and people around us that she was no longer middle class had decided to send me to this fake exchange program where I could do 3 months of English practicing in a small catholic middle school located at a town where mostly none spoked Spanish, but my roommates. Who were mostly teens from my hometown Guayaquil.
At that time, it was the rich parent thing to do, to send your child to do this snowy get away vacation where they had to attend a random school and make friends that will help in bettering their American English.
The house had two floors and a basement, which was next to the garage and where most of the residents lived. The first floor was where social life was supposed to happen yet the main rooms designated for the residents were located on the huge basement with a regular living room. My room used to be under the stairs and it had three twin beds and one big window that overlooked the frozen garden which was connected to a nearby forest. Most days the sun went down around 4PM.
The night the boys arrived was the same day that I started having a rash under my belly. Due to the fabrics of the new school uniform I had tried on earlier, and the coldness I was barely getting used to. I was laying down over the three twin beds that I had put together to sleep in and roll around. Applying some cooling antibiotic cream. Someone tried to open the door then started banging on it while my pants were down and my pubes balmy. “Moment please”, I said in a obvious uncomfortable tone. Behind the door the same voiced whispered to someone else. Sounds Gay, and then mimic my “moment please”. They both laughed, I got on my feet and proceeded to put all my trash and food wrappings in a trash can nearby before opening the door.
After they could knock again I twisted the knob. And there right in front of me, there were two tall boys with different shades of brown hair and brown eyes, sculpted faces, no acne. They were covered in all new The North Face and were holding their luggage in an impatient awk posture. I moved aside and let them in.
The whiter one with curly hair and pink cheeks is named Pablo, and the other one with olive skin and sharp brows is Gonzalo. They separate the beds and lay their stuff on them. They take the remaining closets and go back upstairs to get some food. Its almost 11 pm and I have school tomorrow but the entire basement is a turmoil due to the newcomers. Next-door, in the bigger room five voices already are making plans on getting fake IDs and what to drink on the first week. Natty, one of the girls that was already here. Natti, a beautiful Serbian – Ecuadorian with silk black hair that reaches her ass. Checks on me and asks me if I want to go upstairs to meet them. I’ll go later, I say with my hands still sticky with rash cream.
11 decent looking giants surround the kitchen table eating fruit and butter cookies, next to them Cristi, the house owner and directior of the program, and Natty do small talk by asking how the trip was and way behind them stands Johi, an indigenous woman from Ecuador who came to the us to get a green card and clean houses. She is nice to me cause I’m nice to her. She is not the best cook but she steals ice cream sandwiches for me from the Señors bodega down in the basement. And always reminds me to get extra layers of clothes in case it gets colder. Usted es el mas chiquito de la casa, no se vaya a resfriar, que luego nos pone a todos de cabeza. She does not speak English and is mostly dependent on Cristi.
Everyone stares at me as I appear. Cristi laughs in her dry voice and introduces me as el mas chiquito even though I’m 14. But yeah everyone else is either 17,18, or 19 in the case of Sandra who came here to find state colleges.
Cristi asks me how was my flight when I got here two weeks ago. I say fine, just terrible food but that’s a regular when flying with AA. The boys notice my lisp and my soft mannerism. I’m not trying to impress them but I’m also using my confident voice to hide that I’m super intimidated. Most of them go to the same all boys catholic high school back in town. The only one who handshakes me is Juan Francisco. He notices my pajama shirt and qualifies it as cool. A Crystal Castles II XL, I got from Newbury comics. Yeah, they’re my favorite band. I say, with half a smirk.
Back in my room, I check 9GAG for new memes on my IPAD 2. New memes I could show Juan Francisco tomorrow when we get to know each other at lunchtime, maybe. Pablo and Gonzalo rush into the room laughing and referring to Lorenzo as a cockchewer, I laugh at the insult and they look at me with tenuous indifference. They go to the other room where the little welcome party takes place. Neither of the girls attends. Back in my room, wrapped in bedsheets and flannel, I stare at their clothes folded over their beds and already filling the drawers. I notice they both use Axe Chocolate.
I’m being shook by beautiful Pablo pulling me off bed by the arm; el mas chiquito de la casa has to come party with us. He breaths on me brewing alcohol off his dry delicate lips. I get on my feet, and follow him under the blurry lampshade lights. I come into the big room and all the boys are sitting in a semi-circle with bottles of aguardiente, in front of a MacBook Pro.
They’re watching Ecuadorian viral videos that have a hint of classism to them. I know this one, a female crack addict is fighting the reporter yelling at him swear words and asking him if he is going to sell his little hole to maintain the so called rehab center he keeps mentioning. She lights her crack pipe, sucks with rage and blows the smoke to the camera. Her bony face takes up the entire frame.
We all laugh. Suddenly I’m part of that crew and they’re asking me for suggestions on what to watch next. I mention the video of the baby parrot getting stolen and the entire neighborhood going on a rampage. They all sigh and tell me they already watched it. One boy named Mattia, pours me a shot of the aguardiente and I just stare at it. Another boy whose name I don’t know yet, shrugs and says, Fuck it lets watch some bizarre porn.
Juan Francisco gets on the keyboard and types Xvideos,com on the search bar. At this point I’ve only jerked off to older men on Omegle or at some pale gay porn on Tumblr.
The search tab on the porn site goes fis… fisting. The first video is of a blonde, bronze skinned women with an Colombian accent, receiving an entire hand up her hairy vagina. Then the body-less floating arm pushes deeper four times and she lets out a single moan. Then there’s two body less floating arms that I assume are the same person, that proceeds to insert a metal stick up inside the hole where she pees and then the hand goes inside her vagina again but it’s now his four fingers who are doing the work. They push and push until a gush of what I think is girl cum comes out but it’s too much to actually be cum. It comes out like pee, it splashes the fake leather couch and it sounds thick. Then the hand feeds her the sticky pee and she sucks each finger clean while. Gonzalo asks if any of us has ever made a girl squirt like that.
Everyone keeps sipping and I take my shot. At first it burns but then it tastes a bit like coconut water. I can handle it. Then Antonio, a punk wannabe grabs the laptop and types mommy milkers. We get a pregnant woman on all fours mooing like a cow. Her huge brown nipples drip almost transparent milk. Then some tough dad bod type men with dark brown hair, a decent jawline and a big red cock appears and demands to get milked. First the cow mommy starts sucking on his dick and then she starts extracting milk from her left breast to jerk him off with it. I rest my eyes at the rug and when my eyes go back on the screen the guy is fucking her sideways while drinking her milk, directly from her about to explode nipples.
I feel a bit stressed but in a good way. I feel my armpits getting moist and I’m not sure if I should be turned on by now. I mean my penis its aware of the visuals I’m receiving but I just don’t know how to process it all. I’m trying to frame it as graphic dark humor but it feels like any chance of laughter already left the room. I try to look around me, trying not to be too obvious. And they all have these pretty serious yet smooth facial gestures. The pregnant women is milked and bred. She lays on a puddle of her own milk. She gurgles on it. She looks tired.
The next thing they put on is a porn parody of Star Wars where Chewbacca is rubbing himself while two girls dressed in futuristic like leather suits start making out near him. They sit on his lap and while the kisses are tongue heavy, their hands still can coordinate a good grab of Chewbacca´s, somehow white cock. Chewbacca does the Chewbacca moans and both of the girls get on their knees to suck him off. We get a frame of the two ladies wet mouths, sharing the tip of his dick and then sliding down to the balls.
I hear the sound of a zipper going down and it doubles, and there goes another one. I swiftly look around and I noticed how there’s like 8 cocks in half bloomed erections surrounding me. My temples start to sting. I want to get up and leave, run back into my room and start furiously kissing the pillows.
They’re all slowly jerking off, showing no shame other than a bit of distrust towards me and my blank stare. I sink my hand in my pajama pants and pretend I’m rubbing on my shaft. But boys don’t touch themselves like that.
My belly hurts and I’m slowly running out of breath; in my head I’m keeping my cool but from outside I must look like I’m about to collapse over the carpet near all that furious masturbation. Chewbacca´s white cock goes from one pussy to the other, the then assholes, then the mouths again. I do not pull my penis out; I hate my circumcision scar.
The boys start letting moans out and I want to fucking die. I also want to climb them and kiss them all shut. I want to abandon my body in this corner and float around and dip into those open mouths, slide inside, taste their breaths. Roll around among their insides and then come out through their dick holes. Which look so deep and warm. They open wide with every stroke. It feels like they’re all collectively winking at me. Pablo’s big beige penis head with a round pink scar is boiling with pre cum.
Gonzalo´s curved penis is the biggest and darkest. I wonder how it would be to have a cock like that and how long does it take him to cum. I picture myself holding it with both of my hands and pulling it right into my chest. I want him to fuck my chest. Right between my nonexistent breast. Just like the girls that are stroking Chewbacca’s. But I actually want his cock to break the skin that covers the pit of my stomach and have my heart and lungs all scrambled in.
Mattia´s is fine, just too pink for me. That level of redness does not contrast well with the heavy black bush. It makes the junk look like a peasants face. Juan Francisco´s is my favorite. Its veiny and fat. It looks heavy, not even with a full erection I would say. It’s not huge, just thick. Two reddish thin zig zaggy veins cross the sides and then a pale blue vein covers the top of the shaft. It throbs and I want to hold it they way youre supposed to hold a hand. When I get a boyfriend I want him to look like Juan Francisco. I want him to have Juan Francisco´s not so grand but noble looking cock.
His gritting of teeth sounds magical under half closed hazel eyes and heavy eyelashes. He hasn’t shave his 3-day beard and has saliva bits over it. The tiny drops go bright with the laptops light. He notices me staring and he pulls his t shirt way up. He points towards his belly button and stares at me with petit mort eyes, he cums.
And in my head I swear I can hear the squirt hitting his navel. It sounds like bells breaking over concrete. The load is white marble-ish and I can smell it from here. It stops at the 7th shot. He lays over his back and I can see his dick all bloated rest on its side, its beautiful. Then Pablo cums and he gets it all on the carpet. The drops are big and round and they sink grey. Then Pablo rubs with his index finger the middle of his ballsack while dramatically moaning as the sperm just spills slowly. I try to catch Gonzalos cumshot but when I lay my eyes on his cock, its already leaky.
Mattia´s is taking time. He jerks off vio-lent-ly, juicing the head of his cock and when he busts he holds it all in his fist and continues to use the cum as lube to keep stroking. He pants and thrusts his hips. It’s actually kind of hot. He pees a little over his leg.
All the boys are lying down with their pants to their knees and the dicks deflating second by second. Cum is mostly splashed over visible thigs or on their bellies. Hands are shiny and dripping. The lakes of sperm streaming down to their torsos are mostly transparent and it all looks fermented. The rooms air is hot chlorine, I inhale happily, while their eyes roll around in teenage agony. But Juan Francisco’s sharp gaze has caught me in my awe and anguish. As orgasm leaves his shivering body, he reads me.
He sits up and with a devilish face, proceeds to dip two fingers in his own Pollock of cum to spread it on Gonzalo´s lips. Gonzalo gags and gawks with disgust, but then he smiles and does the same to Juan Francisco, in return Juan Francisco sucks the fingers clean and they both laugh. Pablo’s spreads his cum over Paulo’s mouth, drawing a mustache. Paulo draws his head back but leaves the transparent mustache there. Suddenly all the boys are feedings each other cold cum.
They spread each other’s cum over their bellies and abs as if it were lotion. No one says much. They’re all enjoying themselves, but me. None offers to smear cum on me. Maybe it’s because I have no cum of mine to offer. Tiny hints of regret and jealousy invades me. I finally stand on my feet ready to leave but Juan Francisco pulls me down to his side and kisses me on the cheek with cum covered lips. I get up.
- Where you going fag? We haven’t finished yet.
- I have school tomorrow.
- Ok, one more vid and then you go.
With his dick limp and tucked inn, Antonio exits the room and walks to the small basement bodega to grab some toilet paper for all of us. The boys get clean and reinsert themselves in the dynamics of laptop audience. Juan Francisco starts drinking again. He clears his throat and tells me to come sit by his side, asking why I’m so far, Aren’t we all cold in here?. He asks, in fake drunk accent. Yes homo, yells Gonzalo.
I sit by his side and relax my jaw.
- Don’t you have a dick to jerk? He asks me rhetorically, in a mocking tone that kind of turns me on. Or is it that you rather pull one of ours?
- No. I say, blushing and hiding my hands behind me without actually noticing.
- Which dick in here you found the prettiest? He grins. I stay quiet, feeling my mouth getting drier by the second. You totally wanted to grab mine. He says while grabbing my hand, I pull away and stay stiff.
I stare at the window and notice through a thin gap between the curtain and the glass, there’s snow falling. The backyard light beams yellowish over the flakes. Behind that there’s black pines and behind that, I bet there’s is someone buried or maybe parts of someone ripped apart and scattered around. A face rotting away. No eyes now, just teeth. The corpses cock already vanishing under the mud.
- Stop bothering him. You’re going to make him piss himself. Interrupts Gonzalo. Not exactly angry but bothered.
- Make him wet? Says teasing. I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding. Juan Francisco whispers to my face super close. His lips are right in front of mine. I inhale yet he doesn’t notice.
- Let’s actually put something really bizarre to kill the night. Interrupts Antonio, saving me from salivating my way into dehydration.
- What, some of those Arab snuff films? Asks Pablo.
- Fuck no, we just got here. That shit haunts. Responds Juan Francisco.
- True, true. Have any of you got through the entire 2 girls 1 cup video? Asks Pablo.
- Yeah I’ve seen it a couple times, it’s just ice cream you know. Says Antonio.
- How can it be ice cream that stuff is coming thick, straight from her asshole.
- Well maybe they filled her anus with ice cream with the help of a douche.
- What is a douche? Asks Pablo.
- Let’s put it on, so we can have this little pussy shit herself. Interrupts Juan Francisco, referring to me. As he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
- Stop, says Gonzalo.
They have a hard time finding the video. But it appears on the 9th tab of the page. The site is very early 2000s looking. Black background with slow scrolling. It says the video is twelve minutes. Twelve minutes of two girls pretending to eat each other’s shit? God, I breath trough my nose and the smell of cum its still strong in the air. In my head I stick my tongue out. I have a taste of the sticky mist and I feel my wet muscle evaporate. Gonzalo clicks on a window where a white preppy blonde is kissing a tough looking morena. I wonder who is going to eat shit first. And if they eat it directly from the toilet, will the water splash allover?
The girls are making out and grabbing on each other, while some serious kind of sad piano song plays on the background. There’s is tongue and there is drooling and titty munching. Then a shot of a flat naked ass squatting. It’s the morena´s ass, she is spreading and her asshole is hot pink. It grows inflated and a soft turd comes out gushing. It has cracks and its brown yellow, the color is poodle alike. It is shit and its going right into a red cup. The shit fills it to the top and then the lovers start tipping with their tongues over the shit sundae. Playing it shy and making out over it, a long wet smooch of filth. The shit gets into the nostrils and over the hair. Both of their faces are poopy and their blouses are smeared. I’m a little disgusted but there’s no actual sex or cocks on sight, so I feel safe around the boys.
Then the morena takes a munch off the shit pile and holds it on her face while the blonde eats from it. The morena plays pretend being a plate. Blonde is devoted to devour and lick clean. Then the blonde one, the one who is wearing the blue blouse starts gagging and greenish puke fountains out of her shit covered lips. My eyes moist with guilt upon what I’m seeing. It’s fast, yet in soaks my brain with a particular pace that feels tortuous. I get up and run away. Juan Francisco tries to grab me by the bottom of my pajamas but just gets to slap my ass.
I slam the door of my room and jump into my bed. I pull the covers up to my head and proceed to cry myself to sleep. Poor girls.
The next morning all half dressed in my catholic school uniform. I go upstairs to have breakfast and wait for our private driver to pick us up. Johi, who has the kitchen floor all covered in cleaning wax, warns us to take short steps so we don’t trip. She woke up super early to make us some blueberry waffles with oatmeal on the side. I’m the first at the table, I take three portions on my plate. Within a blink, Cristi and the rest of the boys arrive, they all seat around me. The girls are sleeping in today because yesterday they had to stay up studying for a test they both have today at noon. It’s like an advance SAT but adapted for immigrants.
Juan Francisco is next to me; he dips a big shiny spoon into a Nutella jar. Without asking, scoops an overflowing portion into my waffles. He grins and winks. I don’t hesitate and spread it all over. It is sweet, to be perceived and acknowledge by him, this early.
I arrived to school being late for mass. I wait outside and play with the hand sanitizer until my palms get sore.
That same night we all schedule our uses of the shower. I volunteer to go last. I need to step, feel, scrub, scrape and slurp on that shower floor after all the older boys have used it. I not only have my last meal by teething the bottom teals but I also tongue the bathroom rug. Up and down, I comb the tiny hairs of the fabric with a quite nightly passion. All that grey and wet snot. It’s all mine till 1 am when Juan Francisco comes to hang.