Let me introduce myself. I'm Alan and I'm a district nurse responsible for visiting some older people. I'm 27, average in most ways with soft blue eyes and naturally blonde. More importantly, i'm gay with a love for much older guys. I must admit its a job with benefits, for obvious reasons.
Recently, fortune turned for me as I was allocated visits to a new home which had residents ranging from 50 to 95, both men and women. The residents had a bedroom, lounge, kitchen and bathroom in their individual flats.
The home was managed by Connor, roughly ages with myself but a little chubby. He had a cute dimpled face and was most certainly gay. I felt that we would end up in bed at some point but he was not a priority.
My first day visiting there gave me three opportunities for the kind of fun I like. First up was Robert. He was 70 but looked so sexy. Quite tall, with a full head of wavy gray hair. His eyes were a syrupy brown, the type that drag you in. I had been detailed to change a dressing on his upper leg.
He came to the door dressed in a white towelling robe. He suggested we go to his bedroom. Robert lay down and opened his robe. All he was wearing were a pair of blue loose-fitting boxer shorts. His legs were very smooth, which surprised me. and deeply tanned.
"Hope you've not got cold hands." he said cheekily.
"Don't worry, i'm quite hot " I flirted.
"I quite believe it, young man. If I was only thirty years younger...." he hinted.
"Why say that? Age is just a number." I carried on flirting.
"So you'd go with a man my age, lad?"
Of course, if I fancied him." I left him wondering.
"It would be easier to change the dressing if you removed the boxers." I said, in a professional voice.
"What if I get excited?" Robert asked nervously.
"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it." I teased.
He let me pull his boxers down, revealing his uncut cock in a flaccid state but there were stirrings. As expected, he was shaved down there.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly.
"Very much, Robert. I'll like it even more in a minute."
"Why's that?"
"When it starts to grow."
"Ooh I like you, lad. He groaned in pleasure at the thought of what might happen..
I did my work duty and changed the dressing. He had been cut after slipping outside and landing on some broken glass. By the time I was rubbing antiseptic cream on it, he was stiff as a board, a good seven inches, with a bulbous head.
"Kiss it, I beg you!"
"No need to beg, don't fret." as I lowered my lips to the inviting knob.
I love sucking cock, I can't deny it and his was a beautiful specimen.
Robert's strong hands held my head down as he forced his cock into my mouth. My tongue lapped under his helmet, savouring his succulent meat. My right hand grabbed his loose balls and squeezed, making him moan. I could taste the pre-cum now, as my lips were locked around his shaft. I was ready for the prize and he didn't disappoint, letting a couple of thick shots loose, which I eagerly swallowed.
The old man was panting, sated. I blew him a kiss and told him I'd see him in two days. He smiled and I left.
Next up was Peter a 62 year old guy, who had been having trouble with his hemorrhoids. He was a little large and I was required to apply the cream. He was a bubbly guy, who knew I was gay but wasn't fazed by it.
He tried to joke "okay Alan, I'll let you finger my arse but only if you suck my cock!"
I thought I'd call his bluff. "Seems fair enough to me." I replied with a straight face.
"Oh, right. Finger first is it?" He asked uncertainly.
"Yup, bend over the table and pull your shorts down.
He had a beautifully round bum. If I was a top I'd have fucked him. Instead, I spread his cheeks and inserted a cream-laden finger into him. I wiggled it round and he was certainly enjoying it. I could see his cock was at its full five, thick inches.
He was dripping already and moaning softly, as I took far longer to do my job than was necessary. He turned round quickly and his cock was facing me. I do quite like small cocks and as they are in the majority, I get a fair few. The thickness impressed me though.
"Right lad, do what you promised." He ordered.
"Willingly, don't worry." I said as I dropped to my knees. His cut cock twitched and he rubbed it over my face, as I licked where I could.
For his age, he had lovely tight balls and I concentrated on them for a little while, sucking, kissing and licking the man scent from them..
"Suck it, you fag!" Peter had turned a little aggressive, so I returned my finger to his arse, to keep him in check.
His fat meat tasted so good and he was soon fucking my face.
"Oh, you're so much better than Connor." he exclaimed.
So the manager had been here first, the dirty bastard. I smiled to myself and carried on sucking.
