“I just need to run the washing machine and I’ll be done, yes. I’ll leave the glass here, sir, if you need my help to drink just call.”
“Roger that, sonny!”
Feeling a bit disappointed at how uneventful the day had been, I go fetch the dirty laundry. The box of viagra catches my eyes as soon as I step into the bathroom. Sitting on top of the washbasin, it looks like it was clumsily opened. I notice at once a pill is missing.
I glance back at the old man still sitting in his couch, wondering when he took the blue pill. I met the nurse a couple times before. Her best days are clearly behind her but she still looks kinda cute for her age.
My eyes wander towards the shower corner. I picture the old man standing naked, the nurse washing him. Her hands full of soapy foam are going down the old, skeletal body, slowly reaching for his crotch…but my own hands reach it first. The both of us start stroking it together. It starts growing bigger… and bigger… and bigger… by the time I snap out of it, it had become so big the nurse and I were using our fours hands to jerk it off.
My reflection ins the mirror seems to be judging me.
“I really need to get laid.” I sight out loud. “My thoughts are getting fucking weird.”
I open the laundry basket and bend over to grab the dirty clothes. Their owner choose this moment to come rushing in at top speed. I stand back up at once, afraid he’d take this opportunity to squeeze my ass again.
“Sorry for startling you, sonny! I was expecting to steal a peek at your good stuff again!”
I force myself to laugh with him. Grudgingly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that big of pervert. I just came in because nature called and at my age, you don’t argue with nature.”
“I’ll give you some privacy then…” I say, quickly gathering the laundry in my arms.
“Actually sonny, I could use a hand here.”
I come to a dead stop.
“What do you mean?” I ask suspiciously.
He answers by showing me his hands. They’re shaking even more than earlier.
That’s weird… I don’t actually remember seeing his hands shake all afternoon but his tremors suddenly look worst than when I showed up… Is he doing it on purpose?
“Please sonny, I just need you to pull my pants down a little.”
He’s wearing pj’s, there’s no zipper nor buttons… what does he need my help with exactly?
“Come on, sonny! Do you want to see an old man piss himself that bad?”
“No of course, no. It’s just that…”
I give up mid-sentence. His face looks like he really is in a hurry.
Kneeling in front of him, I grab his pants on both sides of his hips. Our skins touch as I slide my fingers inside his pants to grab the elastic banc. I feel excitation rising within me. I’m actually looking forward to see his cock again, despite the situation. Licking my lips in spite of myself, I pull down his pants… I stop right after freeing his bush however.
Did he trim his pubes?
I have to fight the urge to touch them to see if they feel as soft as they look.
“What’s wrong, sonny?”
“Nothing, sir…” I mumble bashfully, finishing to pull his pants down his mid-thigh in a hurry.
Looking at it from so close, his cock seems even bigger than I remembered.
Maybe it’s that bloated because he needs to pee so bad? Shit, why does it look bigger than mine when I’m fully erect?
Realising I’m starring, I quickly look away and try to stand aside but he stops me.
“If it’s not asking too much, sonny, would you mind holding it for me? I’m afraid my tremors will make me repaint the walls yellow, you understand?”
I look at him with surprise. He’s looking back at me with a smile. It may be my imagination but I notice a glint of something in his eyes. Amusement? This really isn’t my thing. I try to find an excuse to get out of it but I notice his fingers trembling. I guess his request isn’t that… No, it is weird. But it’s not unjustified.
I kneel back down reluctantly.
“Thank you sonny, I knew you’d do it for me.”
“Of course, sir. I’m here to help after all.”
I tried to sound casual but my voice definitely came off as weird.
After making sure he’s close enough from the toilet, I reach for his cock. My arm is trembling slightly as I bashfully glide my fingers under his shaft. I feel my own dick twitching in my pants. Freaking out a little at the idea of getting the most awkward boner ever, I lift his dick in direction of the toilet bowl.
He starts peeing at once, startling me a little. He wasn’t lying when he said he was in a hurry. I have to get a firm grip on his dick to avoid it splashing everywhere. I had planed to look elsewhere while he was relieving himself but I have to keep looking to make sure he hits bullseye. I don’t want to clean the toilet again today.
Feeling his pee moving through his shaft is definitely a weird sensation… yet not an unpleasant one. The rhythmic contractions reminds me of those felt during ejaculation but stronger. The jet weakens quickly, two more squirts of golden liquid and his dick shuts off in my hand.
The old man sight loudly with relief.
“Christ, that felt so good! I thought my bladder was about to burst!”
“Do you have issues going to the toilet?” I ask, trying to make the situation less awkward.
“No, I just like to hold it in as long as possible. That way when I finally get to release it, it feels like a tiny orgasm. You get what I mean?”
“Ye… yeah, I think so…”
“By the way, thank you for volunteering to wipe it clean.”
“Uh?”
“You know: you have to wipe your dick clean after peeing. Otherwise, the last drop ends up in your pants… That is why you’re still holding my junk, right sonny?”
I suddenly notice my fingers are still tightly wrapped around his dick. I feel like I just got punched in the stomach. I release my grip at once.
“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to…”
“I said: thank you for volunteering to wipe it clean, sonny.”
Under the cheerful tone lays an undeniable order. I look at him completely stunned by the change in his voice. I’m met with his usual friendly, almost fatherly smile… yet, there is something different about his eyes. The shift in the mood is palpable. We gaze into each other eyes for a split second before my submissive nature takes over and I yield.
I grab some toilet paper and reluctantly push it against his tip. I barely stop myself form wincing when i see a little blot of yellow spreads on the paper.
Fucking gross…
I throw the TP in the toilet at once and repeat the process two more times until nothing stains the paper anymore.
“I think it’s clean, sir.”
I look back at him expectantly, almost like a dog awaiting his reward after fetching the ball.
“Good job, sonny! Now, if you could just pull my pants back on, I’ll leave you in peace.”
“Uh?”
“My pants, sonny. I need you to put them back on.”
I blink a couple times, unable to hide my confusion.
“You want me to pull your pants back on?”
That’s it? He really just wanted me to wipe his dick clean? Just wipe it? Was I imagining things again?
“Well yeah… unless you want me to walk around with my bare ass for the rest of the day?”
“N… No, of course no, sir. I’m sorry, I… I misunderstood.”