The Cum Drinkers Club

I was broke, in college and looking for something,
anything to cure my financial ailment. The ad I found
was strange.

Young males wanted, Specialty Taste Club,
catering to the unusual, Excellent pay,
flexible hours, no selling. Call for personal
interview.

The no selling part got my attention. It seemed like
all the ad’s that talk of flexible hours really mean
door to door sales. I tried it a few times, wasted a
lot of time and never made any money.

When I called the number I was greeted by a nice female
voice. She asked me the regular questions, how old was
I, was I working and so forth. She informed me that
since this was a specialty taste club she had to ask
some health related questions.

She asked me questions like I was applying for health
insurance or something. I must have answered them the
way she wanted because she set me up for an interview
with Mrs. Issacs for the next day.

The place wasn’t far from where I lived, and since it
was a nice day I walked the six blocks to the office.
(Even if the day was not so nice I still would have
walked. I sold my car last week to pay the rent.)

Mrs. Issacs appeared to be in her fifties, she wasn’t
taller then five feet and a little on the plump side,
if anything she looked like a younger Dr. Ruth
Westhimer. You know the one that appears on talk shows
and writes books about human sexuality.

I was asked the standard barrage of questions with a
lot of them relating to my health. Mrs. Issacs said
that I might qualify as a candidate, but before we
could continue the interview I had to sign some kind
of non-disclosure form.

I needed money and didn’t spend much time reading the
document, I just signed on the dotted line. Mrs. Issacs
seemed to be studying me as she moved back to her desk.

“Robert, we pay exceptionally well, We have young men
your age making two and three thousand a week for only
a few hours work. We represent La Societe de la Essonce
de L’home. In English that means The Society for the
Essence of Man. Our clients are known only to us and
they have one common desire, they enjoy the taste of
youthful sperm.”

“If we accept you as one of our taste providers and if
you accept our terms, then you will receive $500 for
every controlled ejaculation admisnitered at our
facility. We provide clean fresh sperm to those who
have a fetish for it and can pay our price. We provide
an environment where their identity remains known only
to us; you will never know the identity of the sperm
taster. Our clients are both male and female, however
you will never know which one takes your sperm. Some-
times we allow the taster to receive the sperm direct,
other times we take your it and offer it to them in
glass. If this does not offend you and you want to
continue, please come with me.”

I was dumbfounded, they were going to pay me for my
cum, I followed, I needed $500. Hell I paid to have my
cum sucked. (Once I was so horny, and this black girl
offered to blow me for twenty bucks.)

She led me into a room that looked like a doctors
examining room. There was one of those examination
tables with the extra braces like the ones the doctors
use on women to check their pussies.

In a mater of fact tone Mrs. Issacs told me that I was
going to be examined, to strip and lay on the exami-
nation table. The setting was so doctor like I com-
plied without much thought. When I was positioned on
the examining table she spread my legs and put my feet
in the stirrups.

Here I was stark assed naked, on my back on an exami-
nation table, my legs were spread like a woman who was
going to get her check up. Mrs. Issacs told me to
relax, that before I could be employed by the club that
a sperm sample had to be drawn.

Mrs. Isaac’s explained that when they took sperm from
me that I would be completely spent. They used the
method developed by Washington University to extract
the maximum amount of sperm in one ejaculation.

My dick was soft, this all seemed so clinical, I
couldn’t figure out how I was going to cum for her
in this sanitized environment.

She continued to explain that the institute employed
very talented people that knew how to manipulate a man
to ejaculation. (This statement caught my interest.)

She showed me a thing that looked like a six inch
finger made of rubber. “This,” she said, “we will
insert several inches into your rectum. It produces a
small current and it also has special sensors that give
us a clear indication when you’re about to ejaculate.
The current is designed to stimulate your prostrate
and by controlling the current we can control the
moment of ejaculation and increase the output
quantity.”

To my nervous embarrasment, she inserted the thing up
may ass then attached two electrodes to my nuts
explaining that these would also send a small current
and assist the device in my ass. The combination of
these devices would cause me to ejaculate almost all
available sperm and give me in return a most satisfying
climax.

My dick was limp. With all this technical stuff and
the thing in my ass and the wires attached to my nuts,
I was beginning to think that this wasn’t going to be
very much fun after all, but I needed the money.

She went to the interphone and called someone, foreign
sounding, to come to the examination room. In walked a
woman, six feet tall and at least three hundred pounds.
She was introduced to me as Yvonne and that she was
going to be my stroker.

If my soft-on was soft before it certainly shriveled
up more at the sight of Yvonne. When Mrs. Issacs told
me about talented people to masturbate me I expected
some cute eighteen or nineteen year old naked goddess
stroking my dick. This six foot “manly” Yvonne was at
least sixty years old, a grandmother for Christ sakes.

I was ready to get off of the table and pull that thing
out of my ass and get the hell out of there. Mrs.
Issacs must have anticipated this because no sooner had
the thought crossed my mind then she said. “If you want
to make money, stay put young man.”

Well I needed the money, so I stayed put. Yvonne took
a bottle off of the shelf that said Lubricant, on it
and approached me. She took my limp dick and spread
the stuff around my flaccid shaft. I looked at her fat
hand as it encircled it.

Now I have been stroked before, and of course I’ve
stroked myself many times, but this was something
else. When Yvonne took my shaft in her hand she moved
my dick in such a way that it grew rapidly. She had a
way of pacing her strokes, stopping for a second to
allow my dick to pulsate a few times and then continue
in a varying rhythm that seemed to match my dicks every
need. I couldn’t believe that this over sized, over-
weight sixty year old hag was so good at what she was
doing.

While this all was going on Mrs. Issacs told me that
Yvonne had been stroking young men’s dicks since she
was thirteen. She was one of the best in the world and
that often they used her to get off some of the male
patrons while they were tasting sperm.

I almost forgot that this whole exercise was for a
sperm sample. Sperm tasting? Hell call it cum sucking.
I didn’t want to sound as technical as Mrs. Issacs.

Then I felt it, Mrs. Issacs must have be turning up
the voltage. The twinge was unmistakable and my dick
must have gained strength. I felt my ass pulsate and
I felt my climax coming on real good. Mrs. Issacs
approached my dick holding a glass. Then it came. I
started shooting into the glass. I kept shooting and
shooting, more than I have ever done in my live.

When I was done, Mrs. Issacs took the glass with my
cum in it and held it up to the light studying it. She
said the color looked good, she then smelled it and
remarked that the smell was good also.

There right in front of my eyes she took the glass to
her mouth and started drinking my cum, she swirled it
around like a gourmet wine taster. When she seemed
satisfied she spit out what she had in her mouth into
the washbasin. She offered the glass to Yvonne who did
the same. Yvonne said that it was good, but a little
on the watery side. Mrs. Issacs turned to me and said
that my ejaculate was acceptable, a little on the
watery side but that a proper diet would take care of
that.

Yvonne pulled down one side of her top exposing a
rather large, not bad looking tit with a real puffy
and elongated nipple and proceeded to squeeze it. Jets
of tit milk squirted into my cum glass and when the
mixture seemed to be about half and half she put her
tit back into her dress. Mrs. Issacs produced a bottle
of Crown Royal and poured some into the glass and
stirred it.

They both tasted it but didn’t spit this time. They
seemed to really enjoy the mixture. Mrs. Issacs offered
me the remaining contents of the glass asking if I
would like a taste. I politely refused. Even though
the concoction seemed interesting, I was not into
tasting my own cum, even when mixed with Crown Royal.
And I certianly didn’t want any of Yvonne’s tit milk!

Between them they finished off the glass licking off
every trace of the mixture, obviously enjoying it.

Mrs. Issacs asked me if I felt drained and I admitted
that I did. I have had more intense orgasms but none
that had ever lasted as long as that one did. I was
surprised at the amount of cum I’d produced.

The butt-thing was taken out of my ass and the nut
electrodes were removed. I was asked to get dressed
and accompany Mrs. Issacs on a tour of the facility.

There were several examination rooms like the one I
was in and there were some rooms that had a lower
examination table with couches at the examination end.
Mrs. Issacs explained that the guests for cum tasting
were both male and female ranging in all ages. The
patrons were wealthy and often in the social limelight
of the community. Therefore I would always be blind-
folded and that a cotton sack would be placed over my
head during an ejaculation session. This was to prevent
me from ever recognizing the patron and similarly to
prevent the patron from knowing who I was.

Depending on the food that I eat, my cum would have a
different taste. There were going to be times that I
would be required to eat certain food in order to bring
out certain flavors in my cum. I was not to have sex;
to avoid possible contamination and desease. Also
extra-curricular masturbation or sex would lower my
sperm production. I was informed that to maintain my
employment with the club that I was to ejaculate only
in their controlled environment.

I was introduced to several of the other strokers,
those whose job it was to get me off. Not one of the
strokers looked less the forty and some even looked
older then Yvonne. I was assured that they were hired
for their talent and not their looks. Besides while in
a session I would not be able to see them anyway. I
was afraid to ask if there were any male strokers, but
decided that I didn’t really want to know anyway.

I was asked if I objected to occasionly shooting my
load directly into a mouth, since some of the patrons
wanted their cum straight from the tap so to speak.

I would be stroked to the essential moment where the
patrons mouth would then take over. Since both men
and women were patrons, on occasion I would be
ejaculating into a man’s mouth. However since I would
be blindfolded I would never know the difference and
I was assured that a man’s mouth felt exactly like a
womans.

I was told that on occasion electrodes would also be
placed on my nipples as the cum produced had a dif-
ferent flavor when produced with this extra electrical
stimulation. As to pay I was to receive $500 for each
normal ejaculation and $800 for an oral ejaculation.
If I found myself uncontrollably horny I was to come
by anytime and allow one of the professional strokes
to relieve my pressure. I would receive only $100 for
this, that it would be used as back up mixes for
party’s and other special things.

There would also be the occasional medical examination
by a doctor to make certain that my health was still
good and that the cum produced was still safe for
their patrons. If I agreed to these conditions I was
welcome to enter employment there. I would be available
on a call on a pre-appointment basis. If I failed to
show up at a designated time I would be let go.
Reliability was essential.

Mrs. Isaac’s then invited me to observe an ejaculation
that was in progress. We were permitted to enter the
room and take a seat behind the patrons. Being behind
the customers I would not be able to see their faces.
This particular client required that the future ejacu-
lator be present to observe and be prepared for his
turn to participate. Basicly somewhere along the line
I was going to be a cum provider for this particular
patron.

The room we entered was the largest yet, There was a
guy on the examination table in the same position I
had been in a short time ago. He was naked except for
a hood, there were electrodes attached to his nipples
and balls and he had one of those things inserted up
his ass.

Off to the side and alongside his body was a designated
stroker who was rather cute and in her thirties. She
was slow stroking his erect circumcised member. Between
his legs observing the stroking was a well dressed lady
with lightly graying hair and next to her was a naked
boy who looked like he was in his early teens. They had
their backs to us and we took a seat in the observation
chairs that appeared to have been strategically placed.

As the stroker was stroking the guy on the table the
Lady was stroking the teen. The teen had one of those
things in his ass as well, but his nuts were free. The
lady had her other hand grasping his nuts and pulling
down on them with each upstroke of her other hand.

I was actually getting a hardon watching this. This
did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Issacs who simply reached
over and undid my fly to allow my dick to spring loose
and into her hand. She gave it about three strokes
then I felt her mouth engulf my now raging hardon.

I was fascinated watching the action in front of me
while Mrs. Issacs mouth worked away on my dick.

The designated stroker was speeding up and I noticed
her turn a dial on a machine next to the examination
table. I figured that must be the electrode control.
No sooner had she turned the dial than the guy on the
table stiffened. The Lady took her hand off of the
boys genitals and placed it on his head forcing him
down on the guys, dick. It was obvious that the guy
on the table was only seconds from shooting. The warm
mouth on his dick was the final straw that caused his
hips to lurch up and shoot.

He was shooting right into the boys mouth with the
lady holding the guys dick and forcing the kids head
down on the shaft. I heard the boy start to gag and
saw some cum leak out of his mouth. If the guy on the
table was cumming like I had a little while ago there
was no way that boy was going to be able to swallow or
hold all of it. The lady must have known that too,
because she pulled the boy’s head of the dick and put
her own mouth over it to receive the remainder of the
load.

The lady milked the dick dry while the boy; mouth full
with his share of the load just watched. I couldn’t
see how much was on his face or running down his chin
because his back was still towards me.

When the lady finished milking the provider’s dick she
gestured to the professional stroker to turn on the
electricity to the unit controlling the insert in the
boy’s ass. I saw him jerk as the voltage hit his
prostrate and quick as a flash the lady had his dick
in her mouth. She was getting her second taste of cum,
this time from the kid.

Mrs. Issacs oral manipulation on my shaft was taking
effect, I could actually smell the cum in the room,
somehow this triggered me off and I blew another “much
smaller” load into this fifty year old woman mouth.
She obviously was extremely experienced because I felt
her throat swallow as fast as I was shooting.

When she let my dick slip out of her mouth she had me
look at her face as she opened her mouth to let me see
some of my creamy cum sticking to her tongue. She
swirled it around for a moment then I saw her swallow
the remainder.

The Boy and Lady still had their backs to us as we
made our way out of the room. Mrs. Issacs asked if I
had enjoyed her talent as a cocksuctress. She explained
that on occasion she indulged in her tastes for cum,
(for free of coarse). She explained that the lady we
had watched was very high in the social register and
that she loved teaching and having younger people
experience the taste of cum. Sometimes she would bring
a girl and sometimes a boy, but always it was someone
different. My appointment as a cum provider was set
up for the following day.

I knew that I was going to enjoy this job and was
looking forward to my first assignment.

And the money that I was going to make!

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