Working as an auxiliary nurse, I sometimes have in the past taken care of terminally ill and recently hospitalized then released older men in their homes. On three occasions I have been asked by three different gay/bisexual men who've had hardly any family, to give them a blow job or more.
The first gent I point blank refused. Not because I wasn't interested (I've always been curious) and not because he wasn't attractive, or that his cock was in any way distasteful (I'd bathed and showered him) It was simply because I was in a relationship with my then fiancee. Two weeks after he'd asked me, the gent passed away and I have to tell you, I really felt guilty about not allowing him to have one last sexual thrill.
It played on my mind for over eighteen months before I was approached again, but that time by a sixty plus year old friend of the ill gentleman. He asked me if I was gay and would I consider performing a favour for the gent upstairs in bed. He'd asked because my mannerisms can sometimes be mistaken that way. I told him I was in fact engaged to be married, and went home.
All night I pondered about what I'd been asked to do, and resolved I wouldn't. Yet the next afternoon tending to Rogers needs on my own (Yes I know there are usually two people, but cuts in services were and are bad), he asked me himself. His words were "I'm not long for this world, I'd love to have young guy blow me one last time". I was already helping him have a wash in his bathroom, when he dropped his loose fitting pajama bottoms to show me, even though he was ill, he could get an erection. Thinking about the gent who had died eighteen months previously, I dropped to my knees and took my first ever cock into my mouth. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and after a few minutes I was really getting into it. Rodger had taken hold of my head and was fucking my mouth and I found the more I relaxed, I could take more of his cock down my throat. With a loud groan Rodgers cock exploded in my mouth and I let his hot sticky cum slide down my throat. Eight more times over a period of six weeks I gave Rodger sexual relief. The last only a week before he had to go into a hospice.
The third and final man, Gary, was someone I'd already spoken to in hospital. He was a real hard man. Someone in his younger days was a man to avoid if you weren't able to look after yourself. It was his reputation that we first talked about, as through his younger brother I already knew about him. He told me most of it was a load of bullshit, but when he got older he found "the rep" helped him in being left alone. And also enabled him to have privacy to indulge in his sexual passion. When I cheekily asked him what that was, he openly told me "Being fucked by younger men". Knowing him and his past deeds, I was a little shocked to hear he was in fact a bisexual man.
After being released from hospital, I visited him for a while in a professional guise, making sure he was okay. During our last scheduled visit, Gary asked me if I'd like to call by socially. When I asked him why, he matter of factly said "Because I like you and I think you'd enjoy yourself with me". I knew precisely what he meant, so I told him I'd think about it. In telling him that, he knew I wasn't totally apposed to gay sex.
A fortnight later I was drinking vodka and orange at his flat, as he was sucking on my cock. He'd seen me at the local clinic and asked me to call round. I did later the same day accepted his offer of a drink. No sooner than I'd taken a sip, he undid my trousers and took out already semi erect cock. Looking at me he asked me if he could suck it for me. This was Gary ........... their was no way I was going to say no. So there I was in his flat having my cock sucked, and he was slowly taking off his clothing. For a man in his late fifties Gary has a very muscular solid build. No fat, just a very good looking body. When he stood up to remove his boxers, I saw why he preferred being the bottom. Gary's cock fully erect is only four inches long. Squatting back down again, and before he sucked in my rock hard cock, he asked me if I'd fuck him. Over his solid wood coffee table five minutes later, I slid my condom covered dick right up the hard mans arsehole and couldn't wait to begin fucking him.
We fucked everywhere in his flat over the next half an hour or so. In his lounge on his small kitchen table and then on his bed as I fucked him from behind making him moan loudly. It wasn't a loving style of a sexual encounter. That just isn't Gary. Instead he had me fucking him as if I was the dominant partner, and made himself super subservient for me. Pushing his head into his pillow, I drilled his arsehole really hard and fast. The shaking of his body wasn't him struggling for air, it was him cumming beneath me, which in turn caused me to erupt inside his arse, filling the condom deep up his rear.
Gary lay down next to me, pulled off my condom and then slowly, very slowly licked and sucked my cock clean of my cum. We lay talking for some time and I soon realized he was just anyone else. Vulnerable and in need of sexual companionship. Over the last two and half years we've been seeing one another secretly. I'm no longer engaged as I didn't see it as being fair and honest. She's still a very good friend of mine and we still go out for lunch, dinner and movie dates. She's even met Gary, but doesn't know were sexually involved. Nor does anyone else. Its not that I care anymore, it's Gary's privacy which I respect. And besides who and which sex I fuck is my bag to care about, isn't it?