Part 1: Gary, Social Worker
The year was 2015, and Social Services in the UK had certainly changed since I was younger. I am now 70 years old, and as I am on my own they have arranged for a care worker to call in once or twice a week to help with the housework, etc.
When my care program was first arranged, a nice young man came round to my flat and filled in some forms. He asked me all sorts of questions, including optional ones such as my sexual orientation, if I had a partner, etc.
I then got another visit from this young man, who said that modern medical thinking was that people live longer, and have less health problems, if they are able to enjoy sex regularly. As I didn’t have a partner, he inquired if I would like some help in this area.
Wondering exactly what he meant, he said they now had sex workers employed by the National Health Service, and if I would like to use this service I could have free visits to my home once a week, and they would also supply Viagra free if I needed it.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and of course I jumped at the chance. Gary, which was the social worker’s name, then moved his chair right next to mine so he could show me the catalog of male sex workers on their books who specialized in gay male clients. As Gary moved closer, I could smell his sexy after-shave and body lotion; I recognized it as Tommy Hilfiger’s most popular aroma, and found I was getting an erection! Gary looked so handsome in his neat suit, white shirt and blue tie, and he must have noticed my sexual leer as I gazed into his brown eyes beneath his floppy light brown fringe of hair.
`What is your type?’ asked Gary, `Bears, twinks, macho men, passive men; just tell me your preferences and I’ll list them on this form.’
By the time we’d finished Gary, and the Social Services, knew all my sexual preferences and fetishes; they even had such things as S&M and watersports down there.
As he put the form in his briefcase, Gary said that someone would call in about two weeks. I’d already picked out 20 male sex workers from his catalog who I’d like to visit me, and Gary said more were coming on the books every month, and I’d be sent a new catalog every so often.
`We don’t want you to get bored,’ he said, `But if you’re looking for a regular partner, we’ll try and arrange that too. Either a live-in partner, or if that’s not possible, certainly someone to visit you regularly. It’s up to you whether you have the same person, or a variety.’
`Variety is the spice of life,’ I said, `So I can expect my first visit in two weeks?’
`About that,’ said Gary, looking down at my now obvious hard-on tenting up my trousers. `But it looks as if I’ve got you all worked up with anticipation here. It’s probably my sexy after-shave, it tends to turn some guys on. Would you like me to give you some relief before I go?’
`Relief? What do you mean?’ I asked.
`Well, sexual frustration is not good for your health, as I’ve explained. I can relieve that right now if you like. What would you like, a slow hand job? Would you like me to kiss you as I do it?’
`Oh, that would be wonderful!’ I replied, `Are you allowed to do this sort of thing?’
`Well, I’m not a sex worker, so it’s not strictly in my Contract of Employment, but I always try to keep my clients happy and relaxed,’ said Gary. `After all, I’ve got you all worked up here, it’s my fault for being so goddamn handsome and sexy. Now would you like any stimulants first? Viagra? Or a mouthful of my sperm perhaps to get you going?’
I couldn’t believe this! It seemed absolute sheer filth was now being offered by Social Services, and all free of charge to pensioners.
`Well, if I have a choice, I think the second option would be more tasty than a blue pill,’ I replied.
`Yes, I agree. My spunk is very thick and sweet, I drink it every day myself. People say I even smell spunky. And sperm is full of protein, it will do you the world of good. Just sit where you are, and I’ll kneel on the arms of your armchair and ejaculate my delicious semen into your mouth.’
With that Gary knelt on the arms of my chair, with his crotch just inches from my mouth. I could now smell not only his Tommy after-shave, but a musty, spunky smell. It was true, Gary reeked of spunk! Slowly he unzipped his fly, and took out his long, smooth circumcised cock which was already getting stiff. A clear glob of pre-cum was on the tip.
`Would you like to taste my delicious pre-cum?’ asked Gary, `Go on, lick it off the tip of my cock. It will give you an electric thrill and act as an appetizer for my full creamy load.’
I put my tongue out and as it came into contact with his oozing cock slit, my taste-buds exploded with Gary’s funky flavor. His pre-cum was indeed delicious. His Tommy smell and taste was also on his cock, mixed with his spunky odor. My head was reeling, I felt dizzy.
`Like my flavor? Wait till you taste my orgasm. Here it comes, open wide and hold my big spunky load in your mouth before swallowing, so you get the full, sweet flavor!’ said Gary, as he jerked himself to climax and shot spurt after spurt of this delicious, thick cum into my mouth, until it was overflowing with his orgasm.
The taste was overwhelming, and I held Gary’s spunk in my mouth savoring the flavor as Gary sat on the arm of my chair, wet his hands with his spit, and slowly started massaging the tip of my cock and jerking me off.
`Just relax, does that feel nice and dirty? You’ve got a mouth full of my spunk, think about it! I’m drop-dead gorgeous, I’m a male model, everyone lusts after me. And I’m only 22, whilst you’re 70, yet you’ve got a mouthful of my cum in your mouth and I’m jerking you off with my spit? Isn’t that a filthy turn-on? Men and women up and down the country would die for what you’re getting! Now slowly swallow my orgasm as I bring you right off.’
I did as I was told, and felt his thick spunk slide slowly down my throat. When it was all gone, my belly felt full. I was the lucky cat that got the cream! I was nearly cumming myself, I couldn’t hold back much longer. Then, just as I was on the point of reaching my climax, Gary leant down, whilst still jerking me off, till his lips were inches from mine. His after-shave was overwhelming as he gave me a deep-throated snog. His tongue went right in my mouth and we kissed like passionate young lovers!
I lost control completely, and came like I hadn’t cum in years. Spunk shot right across the room in uncontrollable spurts, until I felt utterly drained. Gary had milked me dry!
`Good boy!’ said Gary, as he zipped up and gathered his things. `You’ll sleep well tonight. Oh yes, I see you like watersports, or to be precise, to drink a guy’s piss. As it’s two weeks before your first visit from one of our sex workers, would you like me to leave you a drink of my piss? You can have it any time you want, and I’ll give you a photo of myself so you can jerk off while you drink it and think of me. I’ll call back and see you in a month, and we can have another session if you like.’
I couldn’t believe this. True to his word, Gary took out a screw-cap bottle from his briefcase, and filled it with his piss in front of me before he left. Then he put it in my fridge. I meant to keep it for next week, but I couldn’t wait. The next night I drank half of it whilst jerking off over Gary’s photo, which he’d thoughtfully drenched in his after-shave so I could smell him as well as see and taste him.
That guy is so thoughtful. Yesterday a little package came from him, containing some little screw-cap bottles labeled `Gary’s spunk’. A letter with it said he’d sent these to keep me going till my first sex-worker, Jason, arrived in two weeks’ time.
I’m going to have some of Gary’s cum tonight, and the rest of his piss in a couple of days. I haven’t slept so well for ages. They are right, regular sex IS good for your health!
Part 2: Double Booking
In 2015 I was 70, and Social Services (attached to the National Health Service) had arranged for male sex workers to visit me regularly as in this day and age a good sex life is considered essential for health, and also to cut down on sex crimes of all sorts. The philosophy behind it is that there will be less rapes and child molestation if adults have adequate release for their sex drives thruout their lives, and that the frustration resulting from suppressing this sex drive can have disastrous consequences on one’s health. There is even a theory that a frustrated sex drive can come out in violence, and is the main cause of war.
So after Gary, from Social Services, visited me (and gave me much needed sexual relief), I was expecting the first of 12 male sex workers I’d chosen from the catalog to visit me two weeks later. Sure enough the doorbell rang, and there stood Mark, a chunky 22 year-old with dark hair and a delicious, smooth golden tanned complexion. I positively drooled as I saw him there on my doorstep in his skimpy white t-shirt showing his smooth, bulging, golden brown arms and his long, slender brown neck with a gold neck chain.
`Good morning, Mr Richards?’ he said cheerily holding out his hand to shake mine.
`Yes, you must be Mark?’ I replied as I shook hands and led him into the hallway.
`That’s right, I’ve come to give you your sexual services today, said Mark. `Hope you like my choice of body lotion, it’s called Seduction. I’ve splashed it all over but I think I may have overdone it. I was getting some very lecherous looks from men and women on the Tube coming here. One guy actually rubbed his erection up against my leg in the rush hour; I think I made him spunk inside his City suit. I’m new to this game.’
`Mmmm, you do smell delicious! Quite irresistible,’ I said as he held his muscular golden arm up to my nose so I could get a good whiff, `But that t-shirt, those tight jeans, the gold chain around your neck; everything about you just screams “SEX”. Oh God, Mark, I’ve made the right choice with you, I’m almost cumming in my pants’.
`No, don’t do that,’ said Mark alarmed, `I want to earn my money and really pleasure you. Besides, I’ve got to learn the tricks of the trade. Of course I’ve been on a sex workers’ training course and passed all my exams. I was told to dress less provocatively as I was making the volunteers posing as my clients cum too quickly.’
`How long have you been actually doing this work, Mark?’ I asked.
`Just two weeks. I do like working with older people and making them happy. I’d do it even if I wasn’t paid by the NHS, but of course I have to make a living,’ said Mark, and with that he pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss full on the lips.
`You are a very sweet young man,’ I said, reeling from the overpowering scent of his Seduction and the pure sexiness of this Greek God who stood before me in my hallway. He’d actually just given me a snog, and my heart was beating so fast it was scary.
`Would you like some Viagra? I have some here,’ said Mark. `We could have a cup of tea while it takes effect if you like and have a chat.’
`Oh, I don’t think I’ll need Viagra with you; it was all I could do to stop myself spunking when you kissed me just now. I’ve a raging erection already, look,’ I said.
Mark looked down, and laughed: `Yes, I do have that effect on my clients, I’ve noticed.’
I was just about to show him thru to the lounge, when there was another ring at the doorbell. I opened the front door, and there stood Jason, the 18-year old sex worker I had chosen for next week.
`Oh, I think there’s been some mistake,’ I said, as I looked at this second young man on my doorstep this morning. Jason’s blond hair was showing beneath his red baseball cap which bore the legend `DRINK MY SPUNK’. Really, these young lads had no shame or inhibitions.
Jason flashed me a pearly white toothed smile and said: `Oh, I must have got the weeks mixed up. Can I come in and service you now I’m here? Might as well. Oh, hi Mark! We could do him together.’
Jason waved to Mark who was standing behind me in the hallway, and Mark replied: `That’s a great idea, if it’s OK with you Mr Richards.’
`OK with me? I should say it is!’ I replied, ushering Jason into the hall. All he was wearing was a skimpy red tank top showing off all his midriff, and torn jeans, and trainers. On the tank top were just four big white letters spelling: LUST. I was certainly lusting after him, with that rippling six pack and belly button staring me in the face, and the aroma of Tommy Hilfiger’s body lotion emanating from it. But before I could say or do anything else Mark came up behind me, grabbed my crotch and squeezed my erection thru my trousers, and this was the signal for Jason to lift his tank top, pull my head down to his beautiful smooth right nipple and say: `Suck on this, Mr Richards, and taste my teenage bod!’
My head was reeling. I was dizzy with the aroma of Tommy. I had one Latino Adonis squeezing my cock, and my face was buried in the gorgeous chest of a blond bombshell who tasted and smelt just as delicious as Mark. These youngsters were sex on legs, just pure sex!
When Jason let me come up for air, I led the two lads into the lounge, and told them to sit on the sofa.
`Now first of all, please call me Bert, not Mr Richards,’ I said, fully aware of how old fashioned my name must sound to them, but slightly better than Albert. `Would you like a drink? Something alcoholic, tea, coffee?’
`I’d love a coffee,’ said Mark. `We’re not allowed to drink alcohol on duty.’
Jason wanted coffee too, so I went into the kitchen to prepare three cups. When I returned with the drinks I found the lads had thoughtfully drawn the curtains so the neighbors couldn’t see in, and had taken out of their shoulder bags an assortment of sex aids. Colored condoms, baby oil, dildos, vibrators: it was almost like an Anne Summers sex toy party. They’d even laid out a rubber sheet on the sofa and carpet so we wouldn’t make a mess.
I sat between the two lads and we drank our coffee and chatted. They told me about all the clients they had brought off or fucked the day before, without mentioning their names or anything which could identify them, of course.
`I fucked 25 guys yesterday,` said Jason proudly, `And I made them all shoot their loads whilst I was inside them. They loved it.
`I jerked off 12 guys in a gay senior citizens’ home yesterday,` said Mark, `I did them one after another. They all sat round in a circle and I sat between them and did two at a time, one cock in each hand. Then I jerked 20 more off in their own homes, and fed 10 of them my spunk.’
`Oh yes, I fed 12 of mine my spunk too,` said Jason. `Shame to waste it shooting in a condom, my cum is so thick and sweet. Even though they’d cum themselves they were begging me for it. I just sat them down and jerked off in their faces and mouths; they gulped it down like babies. I’m only 18, and some of them were in their 90s, but they love being fed teenage spunk. Disgusting!’
All this obscene talk was making me very horny, these boys knew what they were doing. We finished our coffee, and Mark reached out his smooth, golden, muscular arms and flung them round my neck, pulling me towards his gorgeous face. The aroma of his Seduction scent overwhelmed me again as he stuck his tongue right down my throat in a long French kiss which lasted a full minute. Meanwhile Jason was undoing my trousers and feeling for my raging erection. He got hold of it and rubbed baby oil into it as Mark was still kissing me, then, having got my trousers down, Jason rubbed more oil into my arse.
`How would you like to be spit roasted?’ Jason said in my ear? `I’ll fuck you while you suck Mark’s cock, then we’ll change places and you can suck me off while he fucks you’.
`Whatever you say, I’m putty in your hands,’ I whimpered.
`Lick Jason’s gorgeous body; go on suck on his tits,’ said Mark, forcing my head down on to the rippling body beneath the red tank top, for Jason was now lying back on my sofa. `Now lick Jason’s body and read what it says on his tank top: LUST! That’s right, lust after him, his body fills you with lust doesn’t it, Bert? You dirty old pervert! Taste Jason’s bod, smell it, lick it; that’s a sexy young blond teenage body you’re licking while I fondle your cock. Feel my hands on your cock, I could bring you off in a second. Taste and smell Jason, feel and smell Mark, let yourself be overcome with pure lust! That’s all that matters^A. Lust, lust lust! That’s why we are here, to satisfy your lust for young lads! Just give in to lust.
Jason took over the lewd commentary: `That’s right, my sexy body needs licking all over so you get the full flavor of me. That’s Jason you can taste, and it is filling you with lust. Now feel Mark massaging your cock, he could bring you off right now if he wanted to. Turn round and lick Mark’s golden arms, that’s right. Lick his bulging biceps. Whimper as I take over from him and massage your cock. Now move up to Mark’s gorgeous neck. Look at that smooth, golden neck; go on, lick it. All around his golden chain. That’s his lust chain, he wears it to make people lust after him. That’s why all sexy young men wear gold chains, to set off our sexy bodies and fill people with lust. Pure lust. Smell Mark, taste Mark. Oh yeah, Mark, we’re working this old guy up so much he’s going to explode with lust for us both.’
I was almost fainting, it was all too much, then I felt Jason lubing up my bum again, and before I knew what was happening I felt his long smooth cock enter me, higher and higher, deeper and deeper. `Take it, take it all,` said Jason, `Take my 10″ deep inside you, and now suck on Mark’s beautiful cock. He wants to feed you his delicious sperm! Do you want to taste Mark’s spunk? Do you? You dirty old man! You’ll taste his cum, all right. You’ll drink both his and mine and you can compare the flavor, we’ll feed our orgasms to you later.’
As Jason was fucking me on the sofa, Mark’s long golden uncircumcised cock was rammed into my mouth, Gently he moved it to and fro, and already I could taste his delicious pre-cum. He knew this, because he said: `Yeah, taste my pre-cum, it’s nice and sweet isn’t it? Swallow it down, and keep sucking for my full load of creamy spunk!’
After a few minutes, Jason threw Mark a condom, and they changed places. Mark’s thick cock entered me and Jason’s long, smooth circumcised cock was offered for me to taste.
`Yes, want to taste MY pre-cum now do you? You dirty old fucker! Want to taste Jason’s teenage pre-cum while Mark fucks you! You dirty old pervert, stick out your tongue and lick up that big clear glob of Jason pre-cum off the tip of my beautiful cock,’ said Jason, and I did exactly as I was told. An electric thrill ran thru me as I tasted Jason’s pre-cum and licked it off the piss-slit of his cock. He squeezed more pre-cum out on to my tongue.
`Feed on my pre-cum, that’s right, it will give you a taste for my load in a minute,’ said Jason.
For the next few minutes I sucked on Jason’s cock whilst Mark fucked me. The cock in my mouth was so long it went right down my throat, but Jason coaxed me to take it all so I wouldn’t choke: `Take my 10″ right down your throat, slowly, slowly. Relax and open up your throat for Jason’s big cock and you’ll get fed my big orgasm,’ said Jason as he fucked my mouth and throat, `Only very lucky old men get to drink both Jason and Mark’s spunky orgasms, do you want to drink our sperm, Bert? Do you want to drink the spunk out of our virile young cocks?’
`Oh yes, yes, I want to drink your spunk, Please feed me, please feed me!’ I whimpered, as Mark took his cock out of my arse, removed the condom, and they both stood in front of me jerking their cocks.
`First you will taste Jason’s teenage sperm,’ said Mark. `Suck him off, go on. He wants to feed you his sweet spunk, see it says so on his cap: it reads “Drink my Spunk”, well drink it! He’d feeding it to you now, he’s spurting his sperm into your mouth and down your throat. Yes, your mouth’s overflowing with Jason’s delicious cum. Taste it, savor the flavor of it, and slowly swallow it. You dirty dirty old man, drinking Jason’s teenage sperm!’
As Mark said this he was jerking my cock and I almost came, but Mark sensed it and stopped just in time. Jason was moaning and groaning in ecstasy as he orgasmed in my sucking mouth.
`Oh, oh, oh, I’m feeding him my spunk! Drink my cum, taste it and swallow it all down, all Jason’s slimy orgasm, pints of it, swallow that spunky mess!’ said Jason as he shot wad after wad of thick, creamy sweet spunk into my mouth.
Before I could recover, Jason’s cock was removed from my mouth and Mark’s took its place, while Jason took over jerking my own cock.
`Oh, oh, I’m gonna cum^A.I’m cum^A..mmmminnnn! I’m cumm^A.mmmin in his mouth!’, said Mark, as jets of his jism shot on to my tongue and started filling my mouth again, after just swallowing Jason’s load.
`Taste MY cum, does it have a different flavor to Jason’s?’ asked Mark, as my mouth overflowed with his spunk.
I nodded, `yes’, I couldn’t speak with so much of Mark and Jason’s spunk in my mouth and throat.
`Yes, he likes the flavor of your spunk, and he liked the flavor of mine, now he’s gonna cum,’ said Jason, as he rubbed baby oil sensuously over the tip of my cock and Mark fondled my balls and rubbed baby oil all over them.
`Cum!’ ordered Mark, `You can’t resist or hold back any longer, we’re going to let you cum now, release him, Jason, release his orgasm now! Jason’s going to make you cum like you’ve never cum before as you slowly swallow my spunk.’
`He’s cumming,’ said Jason, as he worked his sensuous, oily fingers up and down my cock and as Mark fondled my balls. I swallowed Mark’s spunk, and my belly felt full as Mark’s spunk joined Jason’s different tasting sperm in my stomach. I yelled out in ecstasy as Jason and Mark brought me off. Just at the moment I climaxed, Mark kissed me again. His tongue went right down my spunky throat, and his Seduction smell was overpowering as he fondled my balls and Jason’s oily fingers did the rest: between them they milked me dry. I shot and shot as I had never cum before, even as a teenager. I shot right across the room, and it splattered all over the TV screen, pints of it!
After that the sweet boys cleaned up all the mess, even cleaned the television screen, made me another coffee and left. They are both coming back next week, and the week after that it will be a redhead called Sandy.
The old spinster who lives over the road has written to Social Services to complain about taxpayers’ money being spent on such filth. She has been offered both male and female sex workers on the NHS, but has refused to have anything to do with them. Silly old bat, she doesn’t know what she’s missing! I bet she’s messing about with a carrot or a cucumber right now, but I and millions of others are getting the real thing, regularly.
Part 3: Butch Creme
The old men at the Setting Sons home for retired gay men had been looking forward to July 27th for some time. The retirement home, in conjunction with Social Services, now and again arranged entertainment for the elderly gay men, all in their seventies and eighties, who enjoyed the shows put on every six months or so by the home.
There were a dozen older guys in the audience, all seated in their armchairs and wheelchairs at ten o’clock, all waiting expectantly for sexy teen band Butch Creme and the Piss Slits to show up. They had never seen them before, but they came highly recommended from other gay men’s retirement homes who had booked them.
The large conservatory had been converted into a small theatre for the evening. Black sheets shut out the light, and a pink curtain split the conservatory in two. The large manager of the home, Billy Wainwright, an overweight man in his late fifties, wearing a black suit and bow tie with cummerbund, not unlike a sleazy Bernard Manning, opened the show, standing before the curtain with the mike.
“Gentlemen, I’d like you to give a very warm welcome to our star act for the night, Butch Creme and the Piss Slits!” A huge round of applause. A couple of male nurses fussed around the old gents just in case they were getting a little bit overexcited already. The curtains opened to reveal a giant pink Perspex cock on either side of the stage, each spewing what looked like cum from the purple piss slit into a little lake around the base. A pump recycled the cum so that it continually spurted throughout the show. A drumkit was set up at the back on a little dais.
“First of all,” continued Billy,” please welcome our drummer, and let’s hear it for 20 year old Mr Jay Jism. Jay jumped on stage and flexed his biceps. Applause from the crowd. Jay wore black army boots, short, white athletic socks and just a very tight pair of red running shorts, split up both sides. He had a nipple ring in his left tit, a barbed wire tattoo around his left bicep, and his girlfriend’s name NICOLA tattooed across his abs. A sexy, punky face and a tight ass, with the side of his hair shaved and the centre spiked up in a black and gold dual Mohican. He flashed his butt as the men applauded and he started to drum out a rhythm as the other band members were introduced:
“And now your very own Mr Hank Spank, who has just turned 20!”. Hank was a very sexy, tight-bodied blond wearing an orange vest with black trim and white tracksuit bottoms and trainers. He grabbed his crotch as he ran on stage with his guitar, playing chords to match the drumming rhythm.
“Third entertainer tonight is vocalist Smokie Babybatter, who is just 19!”. Smokie wore black football shorts and baseball boots, smooth with his name “Smokie” tattooed on his right upper arm. A dreamboy jawline and short, blond, gelled down hair completed the look. He danced and clapped and laughed to the rhythm as the music played.
“Our next, and youngest band member, suitably attired, is little Adam Babyboy, who is just eighteen and a half!” 5′5″ Adam was a gymnast and wore his dark blond hair in a short crop, buzzcut at the sides. He had a lion cub tattoo above his left nipple, and wore a silver razor blade on his sexy white metal neckchain. As he was the youngest he was a bit of a comedian, and the audience laughed as he entered with his bass guitar, wearing a dummy in his mouth and a just a diaper round his middle, fastened with a giant safety pin. White trainers with the word “babyboy” on each side finished the look.
“And lastly our lead vocalist, please welcome, to join the Wankers, Mr Butch Creme!” The old boys hollered as sexy young 18 year old Butch leaped on stage in his yellow baseball cap and white T-shirt with ripped jeans and Doc Martens boots. He flexed his muscles and launched into the first number, “Wanna Have A Wank”.
“Wanna have a wank Cos my cock got hot And a gallon in my tank’s What I got got got. Oi!
Gonna set your pants on fire Gonna make you squirm and cream Wanna have a wank Got cum in me bank And I wanna shoot a load for you Oi!
The old boys clapped along to the rude and disgusting lyrics as the lads gyrated on stage to the punk number.
“Wanking is my hobby And I love to get erect. Yes it’s nice to get a hardon And my seed will soon eject,
Gotta have a wank cos I’m hot hot hot And a gallon in my tank’s what I got got got I’ll shoot it over you when I spew spew spew Cos I gotta have a wank yes I do do do!”
The song reached it’s climax as Jay leaped up behind the drumkit and ran around the front of the band. He turned his back to the audience and whipped down his shorts, revealing a tight black jockstrap which exposed the whole of his little ass. He shook it at the crowd before bouncing back, sweaty and excited, to continue drumming in just his jockstrap. The audience were loving it. As the song finished with
“Gotta have a wank Wanna watch me? Empty all my tank Wanna touch me Gotta have a wank, wank wank1 Oi!”
At this last note, Butch leaped 3 feet in the air and ripped off his velro-sided jeans to reveal that underneath he wore just tight yellow Speedos with the most enormous erection encased within.
Billy took up the mike as Jay continued softly drumming.
“I hope you liked that first number, the boys’ big hit “Wanna Have A Wank”. I think you’ll all agree it was a very sexy song and very well performed. Now, before they perform their next big hit, I am very well aware that it is quite some time since any of you gentlemen saw a sexy lad like this masturbate himself, but the boys are going to do just that for you tonight. Aren’t you lads?”
“Sure!”
“Got a cockful”
“Wanking for you tonight, buddy!”
“There you are. So the question is, who would you like to see masturbate first?”
A show of hands and it was soon decided that Smokie Babybatter would be the first to show off for the old guys, who moved their chairs closer so they could get a good look as Smokie moved onto a stool at the front of the stage. He knew that if he put on a good show for these perverts the tip could be enormous. An enormous tip for an enormous tip, he used to laugh to himself.
“Time to expose yourself and put on a good show for the gentlemen, Smokie,” teased Billy. “Let’s see those shorts off. Off! Off! Off!” The audience joined in with the chant, clapping and wolfwhistling as the young blond stripped to the nude and his big cock swung free, the silver cock ring in the piss slit bringing gasps of admiration from the crowd.
“Wanna watch me wank?”
“Yes!”
“OK then I’ll rub my cock just for you.”
The lad started to moan and groan as he pumped his young dick and he writhed around on the stool wearing just his baseball boots. His mate Jay shoved a dildo up his ass which made little Smokie squirm even louder. He writhed around on the latex cock and moaned as he approached orgasm. He looked down in excitement and roared like a bull as he shot his cum straight into his mouth. The first three shots hit the back of his throat. The fourth spattered his face and the fifth, sixth and seventh soaked his chest and abs.
The audience cheered. “A round of applause please for Smokie!”, announced Billy. “There’ll be another chance to see Smokie produce some more cum later, I’m quite sure, won’t there Smokie?” Smokie smirked as the band started to rock again and went into their next number, “Piss Slit Party”.
Part 4: Young Spunk
(This episode is inspired by some graffiti on a public toilet cubicle wall. There used to be a glory-hole there, but in UK all glory-holes in such places seem to have been blocked up permanently. The graffiti said: `Young spunk offered to oldies for free’. Unfortunately there was no phone number to ring, so it was probably a fantasy. However it gave me the idea for this instalment.)
I am in my 60s and live on my own since my life-partner died. I really can’t be bothered trawling around the gay backroom clubs very often nowadays. Most of them don’t get going till midnite or later, and I just don’t have the energy to be traveling about on public transport in the early hours. Also, as you get older, it seems less and less worth the effort for various reasons, not least that you are in competition with a lot of younger and more attractive talent.
So I could hardly believe my eyes when I opened a copy of a gay newspaper and saw this advertisement:
Attention Senior Citizens (gay males):
Young Spunk offered free. Delivered to your door in person. Just ring the following number to place your order or log on to our website and choose your donor.
Well of course I logged on immediately, unable to restrain my curiosity. I was amazed to find it was the website of Social Services, but in a special section reserved for services for elderly and disabled gay men.
On the Young Spunk page were about 100 thumbnail pictures of young men willing to donate their sperm to keep old men like me happy. What’s more, you could order up to 10 at a time. All you had to do was send an email or ring a phone number, and arrange a date and time.
I chose 10 real cuties from their pictures, and an arrangement was made for them to visit my flat the following week. I can tell you I wanked myself silly over their pictures the next few days, but I restrained myself in the days before their visit so I could really enjoy it when they actually came. Yes, when they actually CAME, if you see what I mean.
On the day I got up, and just as I was about to serve up my breakfast cereal there was a ring at my door. I opened it, and there stood the 10 lads, all dressed very provocatively in light summer clothing showing plenty of young flesh.
The shook hands with me, and trooped into my kitchen.
They were all wearing little plastic cards with their names on, or at least their working names. They had come by mini-bus, otherwise they might have got some very strange looks on the bus or Tube.
They introduced themselves, and this was a great turn on in itself.
`Hi, I’m Spunky Simon. My sperm is really thick and sweet. You’ll love it!’
`I’m Ollie Orgasm. Once I start I can’t stop cummin’, you’ll choke on my orgasm.’
`Carl Cum. I can fill a tumbler with my spunk in the 30 minutes we’ll be here, sir. I can cum once a minute. Be something for you to drink after we’ve gone.’
`Jerry Jism, sir. My cock leaks cum and pre-cum all the time, look at the big slimy stain on my jeans. I’ll just ooze spunk into your mouth for the whole 30 minutes if you like. It’s got a very spunky flavor.’
`They just call me the Spunky Kid. I’m just 18, and I can shoot my wad right across the room. I can get it in your open mouth from 6 feet away.’
`Sam Sperm here. I love spunking on food, so if you want some really thick, sweet white sauce on your cereal, I’m your man. Tastes a lot better than milk and sugar, I eat it every morning.’
`Willy Big Wad is what they call me. Some old guys have almost drowned in my cum when I shoot down their throats.’
`Mark Mouthloader, sir. I’ll fill your mouth with the most delicious cream you’ve ever tasted. You’ll cum in your pants just drinking it.’
`Tastyload Taylor is what they call me. I’m Mark’s brother, and we drink each other’s sperm every day. You’ll enjoy our double cream special, sir.’
`And I’m Bobby Facecreamer. That’s `cos I love spunking in guy’s faces. I rub it in, it’s good for your complexion.’
I had a rock hard erection by this time, so I certainly wouldn’t need any Viagra.
They told me to sit down at the kitchen table and have my breakfast, and Sam fetched me my Weetabix. He was a very good looking lad, they all were. Sam had dark hair, and an olive complexion.
`Cream on your cereal, sir?’ he asked, as he unzipped his fly and took out his long, uncircumcised cock.
`Oh, yes please!’ I said, and Sam started jerking off into my cereal bowl. After about a minute he started groaning and moaning as he shot thick spunk all over my Weetabix.
They then stood at watched as I slowly ate my spunk-covered cereal, making remarks like:
`Does it taste good?’
`Eat that young spunk, granddad!’
`My cum tastes good, don’t it?’
I had to admit it did taste very good, Weetabix had never tasted like this.
By this time blond Spunky Simon had poured me a black coffee, and without asking if I wanted cream and sugar, he just jerked himself off into it. He spurted and spurted into my coffee cup, then stirred his spunk in with a teaspoon.
`Drink up your spunky coffee, it’s good for you,’ he said, placing the cup to my lips. I sipped the delicious elixir slowly, and noticed that Carl Cum had already filled a quarter of one of my tumblers with his loads. He was till jerking off into it.
`OK, you’ve had your breakfast, now sit down on your sofa in the other room and we’ll feed you our loads’ said Ollie Orgasm.
I did as I was told, and the remaining lads lined up in front of me, jerking their cocks. First Ollie, a dark haired cutie, unloaded his sperm into my mouth, then he moved away and Willy Big Wad was in front of me. He was a young redhead with freckles, and his huge cock was soon pumpin’ jets of thick hot spunk down my throat. I had to keep swallowing or I would indeed have choked on his huge orgasm.
Next were the two brothers, Mark Mouthloader and Tastyload Taylor. Mark was blond, and Tastyload was very dark. They stood side by side and put both their cocks into my mouth.
`OK, granddad, here it cums, your double-cream brother special. Taste blond and brunet spunk in a delicious cocktail. We call it Black and White Special said Tastyload.
With that they told me to open my mouth wide, and they both jerked off into it at the same time. They shot big, thick loads, and my mouth was full of their delicious sperm. I swallowed it all down, and the Spunky Kid was standing across the other side of the room jerking like crazy:
`Open your mouth wide if you wanna taste my load’ he shouted, `I’m cummin!’
And with that he took perfect aim and shot six huge spurts of red hot cum right across the room into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue in thick, spunky goo. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Before I had time to gather my thoughts, Bobby Facecreamer was in front of me, spunking all over my face. I could smell and taste his thick cum as it ran down into my mouth, but most of it he massaged right into my skin.
`D’you like my beauty treatment? I can give you this special face cream every day if you like, your face will be thick with my spunk all the time!’ he said.
Finally, for the last 40 minutes of my allotted hour, Jerry Jism told me to lie down on the sofa. He climbed on top of me, and told me to lick the slimy spunk off his jeans. Then he opened the fly, and told me to lick out the inside of his jeans and his Calvins, which were all soaked in his slimy spunk. He then inserted his cock into my mouth and I felt a warm, sweet flow of cum oozing into my mouth.
`Just keep sucking on it, and the boys will jerk you off, then you’ll probably fall asleep. Just like a baby after it’s had a good feed of mother’s milk,’ said Jerry.
I’d never sucked a cock like it, he didn’t spurt, he just kept oozing spunk continuously. I had to swallow every 5 minutes as my mouth filled up again and again. His jeans and Calvins were truly thick with the stuff. True to his word, the guys took turns in jerking me, and it wasn’t long before they made me shoot my load.
I did fall asleep, with Jerry’s cock still spunking slowly in my mouth. When I awoke they’d all gone, but as I got up and went into the kitchen to clear the breakfast things away I found a tumbler full to the brim and overflowing with thick white sperm, with a note beside it reading:
‘Here’s your creamy drink, gramps! If you can’t manage it all in one go, put it in the fridge, it will keep fresh that way. Think of my young handsome face as you drink it. Enjoy! Carl Cum.’
I put it in the fridge and certainly did enjoy it, thinking of Carl and jerking off as I tasted his plentiful and creamy spunk several times till the tumbler was finally empty.
10 different lads are cummin next week. Wonder what their orgasms will taste like?
(to be continued)
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