All the following characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Undergraduate life wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped. Being a broke working class student in a decidedly middle class university was becoming a drag. I had no well-off solicitor or doctor daddy to fund the party lifestyle I aspired to. My poor farmer family could just about pay my fees and rent and have enough left over for some simple food, so my social life and my prospects with the "jolly-hockeystick" young ladies in my first year medicine class were not looking good.
So the short note in the bottom of the weekly faculty newsletter caught my attention.
"Wanted: Healthy young men for clinical trials. Remuneration offered."
So I banged off an email and an appointment was soon made for an interview and a physical. The tests were your standard blood, cardio, visual aural, etc plus the full gamut of std checks. I had to wank into a cup for a semen quality assessment and there were several questions about my recent sexual history and even my masturbatory habits. The first question was easily answered - "none," while the second question needed more elaborate detail. Such was the nature of my lonely erotic life.
The following week was the interview with the faculty head of pharmacological research, Prof. James Murphy and the clinical director of St Joseph's nursing home, Dr Mary Kelly.
"It's all highly confidential, you'll understand," boomed Murphy.
"We expect utmost discretion," whispered Kelly with a whip of her long curly black hair, looking around as if the room might be bugged.
Murphy continued. "As you know we've been testing and developing a new medication for hypertension, derived from an Amazonian herb. The results in mice have been very exciting. But we think we may have found an even greater benefit. In the course of our lab tests on mice, we found that female mice, to whom the medication was administered, became very drawn to the taste of male semen, and would attempt to suck it from the recently-copulated genitalia of the other female mice."
We then fed the manually extracted mouse-semen to these female mice and tested the effect on female mice. In fact we did a four-way trial: female mice with or without medication and female mice who had or had not eaten the sperm. The mice who hadn't taken the medication showed no interest in eating the sperm, and furthermore had minimal physiological response. But combining the medication with the sperm showed a host of responses across a range of factors, all of them positive. In particular, it was the elderly mice who showed the most benefit."
I scratched my balls unconsciously as I let all this sink in. Clinical research was one of my stronger subjects. I responded: "So, I know this medication has already been clinically approved and you want to see if you can replicate this synergistic cross effectiveness in humans?"
"Correct," replied Dr Kelly. "But we have a particular issue. We discovered that the semen must be fresh. It loses impact after only a few minutes. And it should come from young men. We think it explains the much-derided folk belief in the area where this plant is natively grown, of older women drinking the sperm of younger men for supposed health and longevity."
She looked at me seriously, one scientist to another. "This is a proof-of-concept study. Before we can agree to proceed, we need to check if you produce under clinical conditions. Let me introduce you to Margaret."
In the room next door, Mrs Gallagher, or Margaret, was waiting for me in a chair. She was a sweet-looking old thing of, ooh, I'd say around 80. I never asked. She looked small and frumpy. She wore a yellow cardigan and had short, snow-white hair. I shook hands and Dr Kelly made the introductions. "Margaret has been prepped and knows what to expect."
Silence. I looked around and pointed down to my crotch, ..". so, do I just..?"
"Uh huh," affirmed Kelly.
I think, "oh, who cares. It's fifty euros per pop, so here goes." I unzip and pull out my lad.
Up to this point in my life I'd been a pretty conventional kind of guy. I liked girls with big tits and fat arses, but you know what, I wasn't too fussy. It's not like I ever had lots of girls falling over me. I was a plain, awkward lad, and I took what I could get.
But older women? Never. However I was turned on by the financial reward I was going to get. The easiest money ever!
So, I yanked away, watched carefully by the two eminent clinicians and Mrs Gallagher.
"Are you close to orgasm?" asked Dr Kelly, as she appeared to type notes into her ipad.
"Yes, coming soon now," I responded.
"Ok Margaret. Let's get you ready."
I moved over to Margaret and she opened her mouth. I held my dick a few centimeters from her but Dr Kelly pushed me gently on my hip and Margaret opened her mouth so I was inside her. And not a moment too soon. Being careful not to hit her face with my wanking hand, I erupted. Margaret surprised me by closing her lips around my knob. Bam, bam, bam, I spunked off into her mouth. She gagged just slightly, swallowed, and gave my knob a little lick. We looked at each other and smiled. Murphy handed me a wet wipe and I dabbed myself and zipped up.
"Thank you young man. Collect your envelope at the desk and we'll see you here again tomorrow evening at 7."
The following evening, Margaret waved when I came to the room. I smiled and she rubbed her hands together. "I've been looking forward to this all day," she said sweetly.
I unzipped and started wanking, already semi-hard from the novelty of the situation. "Why don't I help you with that?" said Margeret and she reached out to gently fondle my balls as I wanked. Her touch was soft and caring and very pleasant.
"Oh, Margaret, that's lovely," I said dreamily.
"Could I request a kiss?" she asked warmly. "It's just that, I do love a kiss. It puts me in the mood, don't you know?"
