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.
