A Different Beginning

You were sitting nervously on your bed as you looked at the clock to the side.

It read 8:50PM

You could already feel your palms getting sweaty and a little strain to your jeans as you waited for 9:00.

Why were you so nervous?

Well it was pretty obvious, you were about to go to your first dosing session.

You had turned 18 years old not just 2 weeks ago and that meant you were eligible to become a donor.

For the most part you considered yourself a normal, sometimes awkward teen, but not a full on nerd. When it came to sports and science you were generally above average but not the best.

This mostly had to do with your scientist mother pushing your science grades up, she didn’t want you to embarrass her. On the other hand your Sporting prowess was all natural; it’s what kept you fit in the end.

If there was one thing that you didn’t find normal about yourself it would be how much you masturbated. I mean, you knew that guys masturbated; if anyone over the age of 17 said they didn’t 99% would be lying.

No the problem was you did it around 6 times a day when you had days off. Hell you were horny, who wouldn’t be at 18, but even you knew this was a bit much. Well don’t get the wrong idea, you could easily get off 6 times a day when you had sufficient material to work with.

On most other days you just popped a boner all the time and with a bloody 9 inch weapon at your belt it was god damn distracting. Yes you knew how big it was, all guys would at some point finally like to know the answer and check at least once.

People bemoan all the time about wishing they had a bigger dick, but those truly in the know knew how much of a hassle it was, popping a boner in your jeans can happen at just the worse times and then it becomes sooooo damn obvious.

Though you wouldn’t complain too hard, at least you were blessed with size.

Now where were you, ohh yes, needing to masturbate 6 times a day. Honestly it had become so much of a hassle that after your last birthday you decided to take the plunge and become a donor.

The UN had just lowered the age requirement for donors from 21 to 18, it seems like they were not getting enough donors. You may be wondering how could it be possible for them to not have enough donors and I mean if it could be anyone giving the dose, then yeah there is no way you would find a shortage.

The problem was not all men could actually become a donor.

First off they did do background checks on people, especially after a few horror stories started to come to light a few months back.

Secondly a donors cum actually had to meet some requirement to help those afflicted, something you didn’t really know or care about.

You’re sure your mum could explain the details seeing as she was one of the leading researches of the country. It was also because of that reason she didn’t show up at home much.

Finally it was sort of looked down upon by other people. If it was known you were a ‘donor’ it could cause a lot of problems in your social life, people didn’t look at you favourable when you sign up to jack on to ‘poor women that couldn’t help themselves’.

Both men and especially women didn’t look kindly onto ‘donors’, though the guys were probably just jealous they didn’t make the cut.

The horror stories that came out also didn’t help, but the cases around the world were starting to go up slowly and more donors were needed to fit the demand.

This is where the age reduction came in and also where you finally decided to become a donor yourself.

You hadn’t told anyone, not even your mother when you decided to go down to the local clinic. As it doubled as the sperm bank that had been set up a few years ago, no one thought it was weird that you went down, though you did get a few looks because of your age.

All you had to do was jack off like normal, tick a box or two on the sign out sheet and wait to be contacted.

It came back pretty quickly actually, only took 2 days before you got a letter. You had been accepted.

Honestly it was killing two birds with one stone, you could easily sate your bodies damn need and you were actually helping people when you did it, almost like a super hero. Though you were of course nothing like Superman, Wonder Woman or Bat-man, them and the Justice league were the true super heroes.

It was said they themselves were looking for a cure for this new disease but hadn’t come up with anything yet, along with that it had been found out that none of those with super powers could be affected by the new disease.

With that being said you still knew it was going to be an awkward experience, you didn’t know exactly what you had to do but you did know donors usually were in the same room of the afflicted when they gave a dose, you hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward.

It was public knowledge that those affected had a strong addiction to cum and that only a ‘fresh’ source would be able to sate their need. Though it could be stored for a short time, it wouldn’t be nearly as affective. If that was the case sperm banks would have been the instant solution.

It also gave a way out for the men that had contracted the disease. You could only shudder and send them a prayer for those poor souls that got afflicted. You heard quite a few took their life unless they were already gay.

For the others that weren’t they could only get by on storage capsules that they had to take regularly to stay sane.

Soo why where you sitting on your bed waiting then?

Your eyes turn to the screen off to the side it now read 8:59, you only had one minute left.

Well that had to do with the letter of acceptance you receive. After reading it over and over, you quietly shook out the silver bracelet that came with the package and slid it over your wrist before destroying the letter.

Supposedly it was a new revolutionary technology that the UN and the Justice League had been working on. Using some type of teleporter technology it would, when required, help a donor get to a patient in need.

It would also help keep certain information secret and spread the reach of the small amount of donors already out there to those in need.

It seemed like you were one of the lucky few testers of the new technology, though the letter had assured the teleporter had already been tested by the League extensively before use.

Those words had laid most of your worries to rest and now…

Now it was time for your first experience. Your mum was out working at the lab again trying to find a cure so wouldn’t notice you were missing, not that it should take long. Feeling the erection in your pants you knew you were ready.

You had been saving up for 2 days just in case.

As the clock struck 9:00 PM on the dot there was a sudden whooshing noise in the room. Your eyes widened in shock as you look at it.

Your mode of transport was simply a rippling hole of humming electric yellow energy that hung in air like... a hole in the world.

Your supposed transportation. You took a deep gulp of fresh air and slowly rose to your feet. Closing your eyes you stepped through the portal.

(Hey so this is the first thing I’m ever posting on CHYOA I hope you guys enjoy as I go on. I don’t know how far this story will go, and if I’ll keep interest to keep going, but I found the idea interesting and would like to see where it goes.

For those wondering the Idea came from the original thread of this CHYOA I highly suggest you guys read that first as it is really good and a lot better than this. In that thread *SPOILERS*, you go to the watch tower and see the original concept of what was supposed to happen with the treatments, basically a glory hole where the super heroes wait for their ‘treatment’ it being completely anonymous. I couldn’t help but wonder where it would go if that had actually happened and this came out of it.

Obviously you are now 18, younger and not a scientist.

Other than that each chapter will probably be a lot smaller, so many words in this one cause I setting so much stuff up.

Hope you guys enjoy if I continue!)