(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)