The liquid is white, viscous, odorless, has a tart taste not found in food, when it hits sensitive skin it leaves red patches of irritation, and when ingested there are children. Or do not happen, and then it is necessary to find out the reason for this is the receiving flesh or the properties of the fluid itself.

Tim urgently needed a certificate, a certificate to the gynecological clinic, where he was offered to work as a donor. Only it was necessary to donate blood, and own seed. He was brought to this case by an institute friend, who was seeking from an eternal lack of money. Tim needed no less, and judging that all the same with his hypersexuality constantly had to relieve the stress in the toilet of the institute's toilet during the day, and at the same time there were plenty of forces left for numerous mistresses in the evening, wasn’t it better to get paid for it and bring favor of the poor who need it. Moral problems, such as anonymous paternity, Tim touched little. And in general, it is not enough that touched in this life. He was young, healthy, intelligent and sexually extraordinarily attractive. At the institute, his name was behind him: "The Manufacturer." But even without this, Tim saw in the eyes of familiar and accidentally encountered women this invariably uplifting look of admiration and undisguised interest.

In the gynecological dispensary, where he was sent, an elderly urologist tugged at his scrotum for a long time and thoughtfully, then wrote something down to his journal, gave Tim a glass tube and sent him somewhere along the corridor to a room without a number to take from him seminal fluid on analysis.

- How? - did not understand Tim.

- Maybe you show how ?! - with sarcasm and directness of all urologists said an old doctor. - Hands, and how else.

- - but! - drawled Tim, and involuntarily smiled at the stupidity of what is happening.

- Honest, like children! - a friend made an urologist angry. - Everything needs to be explained. You will pass to the end of the corridor, then to the left and there, you will take key from the laboratory assistant. In three days you will come for the result. Everything.

Tim left the office, holding in his fist in front of him, like some kind of jewel, a test tube and moved deep into the corridor.

Very soon, he began to catch the attentive glances of all women, without exception, sitting along the walls in line to receive other offices. It seemed that they were well aware where and for what purpose Tim was carrying this stupid test tube before him.

Never before did Tim feel more embarrassed and squeezed. It was hard to come up with a shameful path for the always self-confident Tim than the twenty meters along the corridor, accompanied by mocking, cynically evaluating and even regretful looks of teenage girls, beautiful young women and women in the pre-climax period.

Finally, he reached the saving turn to the left, where the corridor made a strange zigzag bend and stuck into a small hall with an empty table by the window. Only Tim took a breath, as he heard the rapid beating of heels behind him and a gentle girlish voice asked:

- Are you on ejaculate analysis?

Tim turned around and saw in front of him a white robe, dressed in a thin short girl figure, crowned with a beautiful head with a powerful tail of dark hair pinned back. For some reason, it immediately seemed to him that under the girl’s robe there was nothing, so well under the starched cloth there were two sharp breasts and well-developed hips. But then he realized that this impression was created by long thin legs in dark stockings, which went right out from under the edge of a short robe and a black, very low-cut blouse, which opened the entire neck and thin clavicle of the girl.

A slightly upturned spout and barely noticeable antennae above the graceful sponges perfectly matched with large dark green eyes, looking at Tim with a strange mixture of disgust and female interest.

However, at this moment, this view of a still quite young lab assistant seemed to Tim to be the final blow after his way to Calvary along an endless corridor:

“No, I just need to jerk off in a test tube,” he said with a sarcastic and evil intonation.

The girl burst into a fist and, passing to the table, handed Tim the key.

“The lab works until six, so hurry,” she said, and at that moment their gazes joined into a strange energy bridge. It seemed that in an instant they told each other all their feelings and thoughts. The most amazing thing is that they both absolutely coincided.

At that moment, Tim realized that the most sexy thing for a woman is not her legs, her hips, or her breasts. The most sexy woman is her look. It is he who makes the blood rush to the head and loins, and the thought to lose control and direction.

It must have happened to such a meeting! And where! Just before the masturbation office. Comedy of the situation did not know her equal. With difficulty, with trembling hands, he keyed the lock, ready to fall in place, Tim burst into the empty office and slammed the door behind him.

Then he turned the key on the back side and became quiet. He clearly heard the girl pull back a chair and sat down at her desk. Tim took a breath and looked at the place of the upcoming analysis. In front of him was a completely empty room, about ten meters in size, painted with an abominable gray-green oil paint two-thirds of its height.

Two-thirds of the window was inaccurately smeared with white paint. From the furniture in the room there was one couch, covered with black leatherette and a white washbasin lonely protruding from the wall, of course, with only one “cold” faucet.

Thank God, soap and a towel on the side were in place.

Not a single picture or any inspiring object in the whole room was found. Within these walls came any thoughts, for the most part gloomy, except those that a man needs to commit an unnatural, but sometimes much-needed act of violence against him.

Tim unbuttoned his fly and was nearly deaf from the hum in the empty walls of the unfastened lightning. There was not the slightest doubt that a pretty lab assistant in the next room could hear everything perfectly.

Tim dreary drew away the fashionable "family" pants with skeletons in the poses of the "Kama Sutra" and pulled out his completely sluggish friend. The thought itself, to do it now, when such an attractive creature sits behind a thin wall, was disgusting. But Tim, for the sake of order, nevertheless made a couple of progressively-returning movements, which, as was to be expected, did not cause the slightest response in his body.

It turns out that in nature it is impossible to find people more vulnerable in matters of gender than men. This circumstance is connected with the mysterious fact that the male secondary sexual attribute does not lend itself to any conscious control of the individual possessing it. In general, in a sense, he is a completely independent and terribly wayward being. He can wake up when he wants, which is particularly uncomfortable in crowded meetings. But he can completely inexplicable betrayal does not respond to the loud call at the most crucial moment of intimate relationships. And that you do not do with him, even if you threaten to cut off, there will be no answer. On the contrary, his neglect of his duties may become mockingly resistant. You fall into a vicious circle: the more you worry, the less chance of success, the less you see the chance of success, the more you worry. Especially often troubles occur, say, somewhere on the staircase, where people, with impudent demands to move, firemen pulling a sleeve to extinguish a fire and sticky schoolchildren with their tips constantly rush around, making it difficult to concentrate.

The situation seemed hopeless, in one hand Tim was holding a test tube in the other with his limp organ, and behind the wall was a beautiful stranger. I didn't want to jerk off at all.

So it took about ten minutes, during which Tim tried to tune in to the working mood, recalling all the most amusing episodes from his sexual practice, (remembered ...