I was about 19 or 20 when this story took place. I had graduated high school and had my license to be a CNA. I definitely still in my party years at this time. To say life so going anything close to how I wanted it to go is a huge understatement. I moved into a shitty little apartment with my best friend in like the ghetto part of town. I would basically work all week and get fucked up all weekend. I felt like I was on top of the world for having my own place. Even though the job paid good for the time, cleaning up bodily fluids and whipping ass grossed me out. I felt bad for all the people stuck in nursing homes however I wanted to do something else. I got offered a hospice job after about six months.
All I can say it was so much nicer caring for someone that was at the end of their life. The work was so much easier for the most part there is always a problem patient but it just comes with the work. I was still in a toxic relationship with my high school sweet heart at this time in my life. It was just a on again and off again situations being young and dumb we tried to make things work at that time. The hospice outfit I worked for did a lot for our community. We had a home where patients were cared for and also worked at private residence for the patients who wanted to pass away at home.
Just because they are on hospice does not mean they are close some of my patients last a year or longer. I worked mainly in the community going from house to house all over town. It was weird seeing what life choices you make really effects your situation at the end. I would go from gorgeous mansions to old beat down trailers and everything in between.
One older gentleman that I took care of was Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas lived in a blue-collar area of homes. He had slight dementia that would come and go. He lived with is daughter who took care of him. Mr. Thomas had CHF, with breathing issues. The first time I walked in I was greeted by his daughter. She showed me around the house until we came into his room. As soon as I entered Mr. Thomas had a big smile on his face. He told me how happy he was to have someone so beautiful in the house to help out. His daughter was going to run errands and I was supposed to clean Mr. Thomas up and wait for my nurse to come.
This was a pretty basic task for me. I started clipping his nail and making small talk with him. He talked about his life while sitting there. He told me about his late wife and all of the places that he had been to with her. He talked about going off to war and how scared he was the whole time. He would get confused occasionally but for the most part he was way better off than all the patients have taken care of even better than some at the nursing home. I could tell Mr. Thomas had not recently had a bath. It happens when they are unable to support themselves in a shower.
I asked if he would like to be cleaned up. He happily agreed. I got out my supplies and undid his shirt. I washed his hair, upper body and even shaved his face. He was able to sit upright which made things was easier on my end. Once I was down I started to take off his socks and pants.
He asked me, "What are you doing?"
I told him, "Your top half is clean and now I am going to clean up your bottom half."
He apologized for not being able to clean himself. I told him it was no issues and I had done this a thousand times. I got new warm water and proceeded to wash his legs and clip his toe nails. Mr. Thomas, I could tell was a little bit uncomfortable and kept on making small talk. I did enjoy hearing about all the places his late wife and him had been to. I asked him if he could lift up his hips so I could remove his boxers. He was able to and as I was grabbing his boxer band to slide them off I was very shocked to see the size of his man hood.
There was a sudden thump sound from his semi erect cock slapping near his belly button as I removed his boxers. He must have seen my eyes get big from the shock of his cock size. He was almost twice the size of my boyfriend and had plenty more girth than him. He gave a slight chuckle and apologized for the state his cock was in. I told him it was no big deal and I would have him cleaned up in a couple of minutes.
He said all the talk about his late wife must of did it to him. I just replied that they must have had some great times together. I continued to wash his upper thighs and his cock was clearly starting to grow. I cleaned the bottom of the shaft and around his balls. It was a little awkward because at this point, he was at full mast. I dried his legs the best I could and went to dry off his cock and balls. When I placed the towel over the area and closed his eyes and did a thrusting motion with his hips. This had never happened to me in my short career. I dried quickly as possible to keep it professional. As I started to dry off around his balls and moved my hand up to his cock, he quickly grabbed me wrist.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I am so sorry I haven't felt the touch of a woman for so long," he replied.
