Indulging in My Fancy

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.

Next up was Peter a 62 year old guy, who had been having trouble with his hemorrhoids. He was a little large and I was required to apply the cream. He was a bubbly guy, who knew I was gay but wasn't fazed by it.

He tried to joke "okay Alan, I'll let you finger my arse but only if you suck my cock!"

I thought I'd call his bluff. "Seems fair enough to me." I replied with a straight face.

"Oh, right. Finger first is it?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yup, bend over the table and pull your shorts down.

He had a beautifully round bum. If I was a top I'd have fucked him. Instead, I spread his cheeks and inserted a cream-laden finger into him. I wiggled it round and he was certainly enjoying it. I could see his cock was at its full five, thick inches.

He was dripping already and moaning softly, as I took far longer to do my job than was necessary. He turned round quickly and his cock was facing me. I do quite like small cocks and as they are in the majority, I get a fair few. The thickness impressed me though.

"Right lad, do what you promised." He ordered.

"Willingly, don't worry." I said as I dropped to my knees. His cut cock twitched and he rubbed it over my face, as I licked where I could.

For his age, he had lovely tight balls and I concentrated on them for a little while, sucking, kissing and licking the man scent from them..

"Suck it, you fag!" Peter had turned a little aggressive, so I returned my finger to his arse, to keep him in check.

His fat meat tasted so good and he was soon fucking my face.

"Oh, you're so much better than Connor." he exclaimed.

So the manager had been here first, the dirty bastard. I smiled to myself and carried on sucking.

"I'm going to cum!" he warned me but I wasn't going anywhere.

Peter fired three spurts into my mouth, quite tangy but I was a cum connoisseur and swallowed every drop.

"You were born to suck cock, lad." Peter said with a wide smile. "Will you be visiting again?" he asked anxiously.

"Of course. I'll check in, in a couple of days but this medication might take weeks, months even, to work." I winked at him.

"I can handle a sore arse if I know you're sucking me off regularly!" he laughed.

I was quite exhilarated, two morning visits, two blow jobs to completion.

My final two of the morning were visits to ladies, so no adventures there, although Mrs Renwick did warn me about my last client, Rob Connell. She advised me not to let him know I was gay, or he'd be all over me. I thanked her for her concern and now knew I was getting a third cock to suck that day.

Steve was only 52, the youngest one there and wasn't slow in boasting about it. I was there to take bloods and blood pressure but he was awkward with the needle.

"Now I love pricks but not from needles." He was quick to point out.

"'I'll give you a lollipop to suck if you're good." I joked.

"I'd rather you did the sucking." He flirted.

"Well, if you behave, who knows?" I answered in a slutty tone.

That last comment piqued Steve's interest and he stepped up his 'foreplay'.

"The last nurse had trouble finding a vein to take blood from. She was bloody useless, big tits but useless."

"Well, I might be a little chubby but my tits aren't that big." I joked.

"Oh, don't do yourself down, you'd look lovely naked."

"Steve! You're so naughty." I faked indignation but my mind was in a whirl, thinking about being naked in front of him.

Steve was a good looking man, one of those I think had improved with age. He had a shaved head with a salt and pepper, trimmed, beard. When he stood, he towered over me, wearing a white tee shirt, tight to his body, accentuating his nipples. He wore khaki shorts, revealing nicely tanned legs.

"Let's get your blood pressure done before you get too excited." I suggested and sat him down as I got the equipment out.

"I was married once you know." Steve informed me.

"Is that right?" I answered amiably. "What happened?"

"Had to kick her out, she wouldn't suck my cock." He growled.

"That's a bit extreme, didn't you love her apart from that?"

"I soon found men sucked best." He stated.

"Guilty as charged m'lud." I answered in a slutty tone.

"I want you naked when you take my bloods." Steve demanded.

"Only if you are too." I teased.

No sooner had I marked down his blood pressure results than he was on me, tilting my head back and kissing me. I let him take control. His tongue snaked into my mouth and played with mine. He withdrew long enough to say "Get them off, young man!"

It's never easy getting lower garments off when you're stiff but I managed, as I watched him lift his shirt up and over his head, revealing a chest thickly matted with hair.. My smaller cock was out as he dropped his shorts, revealing a gorgeous piece of meat, a good eight inches, thick and cut.

"Oh, you are a big boy." I said in a voice dripping with sluttiness.

My face was level with his hairy chest and I began to work on his nipples, kissing, sucking and biting soon made them rock-hard.

Meanwhile, Steve had grabbed our cocks together and was rubbing them, making me moan in a girly way.

I gently pushed him back onto the couch and was now faced by his large cock.

Like his chest, he was hairy down there but that wasn't going to stop me.

Before I suck a cock, I take a moment to stare at it, be mesmerised and almost fall in love with it. Steve's was easy to fall in love with.

I kissed the purple head, running my tongue over it, teasing the slit and heard him groan. I licked the hot, meaty shaft up and down as I grabbed his balls. I rested my lips on his thick, purple helmet, savouring the feeling and the taste, before I made a swift-like dive down his meat. Maybe Steve was expecting me to gag but I was way past that stage in my cocksucking career.

He yelped out and held my head, impaled on his cock. I started to move up and down, slowly at first then building speed and soon he was at the point of no return.

He had a bigger load than the other two put together and I captured most of it.

Steve was quick to haul me up and kiss me, as he searched for any remnants of his cum in my mouth

I never did take his bloods that day.