Fresh out of nursing school at the age of 20, I was excited about starting work and making money. It was tough finding a job I liked, but being fresh out and inexperienced, my options were limited. None of the bigger hospitals wanted me, the smaller ones were already filled, leaving me with only one other option - the nursing home.
I couldn't stand nursing homes. They smelled bad, they were depressing, they were filled with old people who were on their way out. Moreover, those old folks were creepy and tended to be hyper-sexual. Of course, it didn't help that in high school and college I was thought of as some sort of sex symbol. I had long, curly black hair, big almond-shaped green eyes, and light olive skin. I was a swimmer and ran track in high school and my 5'6 130 lb frame had the physique to prove it.
And yet, here I was. Stuck in a nursing home, oh the cruel irony! At least the pay was okay and it came with great benefits. This place was in a rural town, several hours away the nearest city. The whole town looked like it had been frozen in time since the 1970s. I didn't have many options. I scored poorly on my skilled nursing facility rotations seeing as how I couldn't hide my distaste for them.
Living in a small rural town was going to take some getting used to. I had just gotten out of a long term relationship with a guy who dumped me because he was moving on to med school and was going to be across the country and didn't want to deal with a long distance relationship. Meanwhile, I was stuck in a tiny old town surrounded by nothing but old and unattractive people.
Nonetheless, the staff and management at my new job loved me, the patients adored me, and the patients' families generally seemed to like me as well. The work itself wasn't too difficult. I needed the money, therefore I worked 24s and weekends mostly. I also worked mostly nights. My patients were usually low maintenance. Usually...
Ron was the 80-year-old gruff old Vietnam veteran who had his own room at the end of the hallway. Though he was a man of few words, he was perhaps the biggest pervert in the entire nursing home. It wasn't uncommon for nurses to dart out of his room after having been unwittingly on the receiving end of an ass grab or some lewd comment. His vulgarity had no discretion as both men and women actively avoided his room. He took a liking to me because I was a new hire and was therefore timid and he used my inexperience as leverage. It also didn't help matters that he was the uncle of the owner of the nursing home and his family had a huge presence in the small town.
One night, Ron rang the call light to the nurses' station. I was the only one on duty and had the unenviable task of answering his call. "Nurses' station, you rang?" I spoke into the call phone. "I need to piss. Come help me, boy!" Ron's grating deep voice made the receiver vibrate. I felt butterflies in my stomach, "O-ok, yes sir, I'm on my way!"
It was past midnight and the nursing home was mostly silent, aside from the various monitors and sensors. I slowly tiptoed to his room and knocked, "It's open, come in!"
Expecting the worst, I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Surprisingly, Ron was fully dressed and laying in his bed. "Odd," I thought, "he should be able to get up on his own. Whatever, let's get this over with!"
"You need help getting up?" I asked, my face perplexed.
"I can't find my glasses!" Ron's bald head was the size and shape of a watermelon. He had a white military style mustache and thin lips. His usually small deep set eyes looked bug-eyed when he wore his bifocals, reminding me of Milton from the movie Office Space. Wearing them, he looked creepy and not someone you'd want to be with alone in a room. Without them, he looked like a serial killer. His shirtless giant frame gave him a menacing look. His faded tattoos covered his right forearm, thick white hair blanketed his entire torso. I'm 5'6, so fairly short for a man, but even in a seated position he was my height.
"Ok...well let me help you get up and get to the bathroom first then we can look for your glasses when we get back, is that ok?" I asked him, my tone as professional as I could make it sound.
"Yeah, yeah...help me up, son!" He reached out and I took his hand. His hand engulfed mine, it almost seemed pointless that I was even trying to help this giant bear of a man. Slowly but surely, he got to his feet. His giant 6'4 350 lb frame stumbled a bit and the floor underneath whined and flexed as it submitted to him.
"Easy...easy now," I said gently. I pivoted to face the bathroom door. A giant hand grabbed the back of my neck with a downward force so great that I thought I was going to collapse under the weight.
"Eh? Hah! You're a tiny thing, ain'tcha?" he laughed. He took a few short steps before gathering himself and we made it to the bathroom.
"You're gonna have to help me with these britches," he said once we got in. I looked down and realized that he had been incontinent. His pajamas were soaked and the stench became much more pungent in the enclosed space.
"Yes sir," I said. I took hold of his pajamas at the waist and pulled them down slowly, taking care not to splatter myself with the old man's urine. My eyes widened as the pajamas caught on to his penis briefly before sliding off. It bounced upwards once the pajamas cleared and it was safe to say that he had a big dick. I bit my lower lip and my face blushed as I tried to keep him from seeing my expression.
"How long you worked here?" he asked.
"Umm...I just finished my second month," I swallowed hard and my voice cracked as I looked up at him.
"What's wrong?" Ron gruffed.
I felt my face redden with embarrassment. "N-nothing..." I really didn't know what to say. Of course I'd handled my fair share of dicks, it was just that I hadn't seen one so big. Even in its flaccid state it was easily longer than a Monster can. It had a slightly reddish hue, about as thick as banana, topped by a mushroom head. Not to be outdone, his balls were equally impressive, each the size of a turkey egg, covered in a thick mat of white hair.
I kept my eyes down while I finished wiping him down after he showered and helped him into a fresh set of pajamas. I had to change out his sheets too and clean his mattress. Low maintenance was a term for the rest of the residents, not Ron.
Holiday season was fast approaching and most of the staff was going to be gone. Since I was a new hire, I had the pleasure of staying on-site 24/7 as part of a skeleton crew. Most of the residents had family that would come visit, Ron had no family that I was aware of, though he did have some old buddies from his military days that would frequent the nursing home.
There were four of them, all in their late 70s, early 80s. In my short time there, they had visited almost weekly. It was easy to spot them from a mile away as they were all big and tall and wore their veteran caps whenever they strolled in. A few cases of beers were always on hand as they always spent hours downstairs in the basement games room. Their raucous laughter could be heard in my nurses station, located directly above the games room. A time or two I'd get called down to help Ron, usually something simple like getting him some coffee. Those were the worst, it was like walking into a silent exhibition, except that I was the exhibit. I could feel their eyes watching my every move, the deafening silence was also creepy.
During my various interactions with the group, I learned their names. There was Bob, a stout 6'1 300 lb brute with a hairy barrel-shaped body and broad shoulders. He had an oddly shaped head, almost conical with a cul-de-sac of white hair. His eyes were small, nose broad, and ears seemed proportionally large for his head. He had a thick walrus style mustache that covered his mouth. He looked hilariously goofy and was the ugliest and creepiest of the group. I wasn't surprised when I learned that he was never married.
Fred was a tall black man. He towered over the rest of the group at 6'6 and looked to be around 350 lbs easily. When the light reflected off of his shiny bald head, I could see the texture of his scalp from down the hall. He was similar to Ron in size otherwise, broad-shoulders, large gut, but looked strong and carried his weight well. Whenever he smiled, which wasn't often, his gold fillers would sparkle. He and Ron were best buddies amongst that group of friends.
Richard was large and didn't look like he carried his weight as well as his buddies. He had a perpetual bed-head thing going with his wisps of thinning white hair. He stood about 6'3 with a large gut and a thick beard.
Ramon was a Hispanic male with a massive bald head, some white hair on the side and a 5 o'clock shadow. His lips were full, he had a few gold fillings which popped when he smiled. His thick, hairy arms were covered in tattoos and he wore a gold chain around his neck. He looked about 6'0 or 6'1, built like a tank similar to Bob.
It was Christmas week and the heavy snow precluded travel as the roads were closed since it was unusual for snow to hit this heavy and the small rural town was ill-equipped to handle the load. Unfortunately, the skeleton crew we were supposed to have was not able to make it in time before the snow hit. This meant that the entire facility was staffed by myself and a couple of nurses who held down the two other wings. Though there were a few other staff members around, it was hardly enough.
The good thing about being on-site 24/7 was that I didn't have to always be at the nurses station. I had my own room and I could shower and get some sleep until I was needed, especially at night time. On this night, I woke up to the heart-stopping "code blue" alarm. It was 12:30 AM. I didn't have time to throw on my scrubs, so I ran downstairs to the games room in a tee shirt and boxers.
"What the fuck, man?" Hank, the nurse from A Hall frowned as soon as he saw me.
"I didn't have time to change!" my voice even higher-pitched than normal.
"You know like pretty much everyone here is a DNR (do-not-resuscitate), right? It's a god damn nursing home in the middle of nowhere. There's...nothing to do!" Hank admonished me.
"I mean...why even half a fucking code button?" I asked, my voice still shaky.
Apprehensively, we slowly opened the games room, expecting the worst. Fortunately, all seemed to be going well. Ron, Fred, and Bob were lounging on some sofas in the sitting area while Ramon and Rick were playing pool. They looked at me and Hank as if we were interrupting a very important meeting.
"Yeah?!" Ron asked.
"Sorry...the code blue alarm came from this room, making sure everyone is ok," Hank said.
"Yeah...we're fine, you can shut the door on your way out," Ron said in an especially gruff tone.
"Y-yes, sorry!" I stammered out as we backed out.
