Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2006 23:02:45 +0100
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: SOCIAL SERVICES: 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!

(... to be continued.)