Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2023 08:12:39 +0000 (UTC) From: "whitecumonmyface@yahoo.com" Subject: Chapter 1: Volunteering at the nursing home Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual acts between an adults and a minor. Don't read it if that does not appeal to you. (Gay -- Adult/Youth) English is not my first language so I do apologize for any errors. Feel free to email me with feedbacks or comments on the story. Donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ so that we all can enjoy these stories. Synopsis: A 10-year old boy volunteers at a nursing home and is assigned to entertain a 94-year-old man. Volunteering at the Nursing Home. My parents are the type that thinks that kids on their summer break should be doing something useful with their time like doing charity and volunteer work during the holidays. This summer, my mother signed me up for a program to volunteer at a local nursing home. After she dropped me off at the center, the person-in-charge had assigned each kid to a senior. I was assigned to an elderly man named Arthur. As he was still in bed and requires some physical assistance, the nursing home attendant, Jamal escorted me to his room. One of the most senior persons living in the home, Arthur secured his private room at a corner of the floor and further away from all the other rooms. On the way to the room, Jamal briefed me about the usual Do's and Dont's and told me that Arthur was not his usual self as he had not had a relative visit in more than a decade. He was slightly down and Jamal said that I should try to cheer him up. I replied that I will do my best. When we entered the room, it was evident that Mr. Arthur was still asleep. Jamal woke him up and introduced me to him, but he was hardly awake. Jamal opened the drapes and sunlight lit the room. Before me and Arthur had even been acquainted, Jamal was on his way out, informing me that the position of the red buzzer is to call for help, should I need to. I was about to ask Jamal, what I must do, But Jamal was already on his way out instructing me to get Arthur ready for breakfast down the hall. I sat on the chair next to the bed as Arthur was just about to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, and strained them to look at me. He was in his light blue pajamas. He was skinny and slender and his skin was pale white. He was bald at the crown but had white hair on the sides and back. His skin sagged all over and they were covered in freckles and liver spots. He looked at me for as long as he could and said, "Danny, is that you?" His voice croaked. Confused, I shook my head. "No sir,... erm... my name is Jayden". I said, but now, he put his hand to his ear and tilted them to me. It was obvious he was having trouble listening. I repeated in a louder tone, "My name is Jayden sir. I... I am a volunteer here today... I am here to help you and spend some time with you!" "No! No! I don't need any help, Danny. I can manage!" he answered with a hint of annoyance. "It is JAYDEN sir! Not Danny!" I said loudly, thinking he did not hear me the first time. "And I have some activities planned out for us today! I can read you a story if you like. I have brought some board games as well in my backpack if you want to play some. Or we can go for a walk and talk." "That would not be necessary, son" he said, as he got out of bed and stood on his walking frame. "Excuse me my boy, while I freshen up first" He started to unbutton his pajama top and I looked away to give him some privacy. It was then I noticed that on his bedside table was an old photo of a younger Arthur with a boy standing next to him. The boy looked exactly like me, brunette with a small frame. There was another photo of him in his teenage years and a recent one with the all-grown-up boy with his wife and kids. "Is he your son, sir?" I asked. "Who?" he said. I took the photo in the frame and showed it to him. He had just stepped out of his pajama bottoms and was standing there in his tighty whities. "Oh.. yes... that is Danny, my son. It has been a while since I saw him. You know you look exactly like him.... when he was a boy" as he said that, he dropped his underpants to the floor. I uncomfortably turned my gaze away, back to the photo and back to that boy who looked just like me. I wondered if I was gonna look like the older version of Danny when I grew up. Suddenly, Arthur walked with his walking frame right next to me and took the photo from my hand and looked at it closely. As he did that, I could not help but steal some short glances at his peepee. It was dangling inches from my face as he stood towering above me. His peepee flopped like a banana as he moved closer to the side table. His balls sagged very low down unlike mine. A tear dropped from his eye and I felt pity for him. "Was this taken at a beach? What year was it?." "It was the early 80s. It was a secluded beach in North Carolina" he replied. As I nodded, he put the frame back on the table and staggered with his frame to the bathroom. His butt had white hair and and sagged. I sat in the chair, when he suddenly called out again, "Danny my boy, could you hand me a hand?" he asked. I did not correct my name this time. I proceeded to the open door of the bathroom. He was sitting naked on the bowl. His frame next to him. "Yes Arthur?" I asked. "It looks like I may need your help. Could you do me a favour and take the wash cloth by the sink and just wipe me down?" I was confused, I am not sure if by assisting the elderly, they meant that I should wash them down....naked. "Should I ring the buzzer for Jamal?" I asked. "No.. no no... That would not be necessary my boy. This will not take long.... You are here to help me aren't you?" "Well, I suppose.." I walked to the basin and wet the cloth under running water. I brought the wet cloth to him, not knowing what to do, I wiped pressed the damp cloth onto his shoulder. The water trickled down slightly onto my elbows and shoes. "Oh, silly my boy! You have gone and got yourself wet. Best if you take off your clothes and shoes" he said. Before I could protest and said that would not be necessary or that I am at all wet, Arthur had already pulled my T-Shirt off my head and with another hand unbuckled my shorts sending it falling to the floor. I embarrassedly stood there right in front of him clad only in my yellow matching socks and briefs with the face of `Pikachu' above my peepee. Not knowing what to do, I stepped out of my shorts. I started to wipe him down. I wiped his face, rinsed the towel than did his neck. Rinsed again and did his chest and back. As I did right arm, again, he tilted them slightly, and water trickled from him onto my tummy and down onto my briefs. Again he apologized and as I wiped his shoulder, he pulled my yellow briefs down and it tangled just above my knee. I did not know what to do. Part of me wanted to continue to wash him down with both my hands to get the job done. Part of me wanted to cover my now exposed 2 inch peepee. Part of me wanted to pull my briefs back up. But I froze and I continued to wipe his shoulder with both my hands. His hands pushed my briefs all the way down, and instinctively I stepped out of them. I continued my circular hand movement wiping the same spot. His large hands now went up my smooth legs and thighs. His hands then cupped my small smooth butt. He held my hips and rubbed me all over. I stood there letting him feel me all over. And then his hands grabbed my tiny but hard peepee. It was then he uttered something to the liking of "Oh, I missed this Danny boy! I missed you so much!" before taking my entire peepee and balls into his mouth. He licked me down there, and I did not know that it would feel that good. Both my hands were on his shoulder, I was not sure if I tried to push him away or pull him closer. But either way, his hands cupped my butt, and his face was planted on my crotch. My peepee and balls in his mouth as he swirled them around. He then pulled me down and licked both my nipples, neck and then held my face by my hair. He gave me multiple pecks of kisses on my face. His rough skin rubbed against my smooth cheeks. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into my mouth. As my tongue swirled around his, I felt his saliva oozing into my mouth. I swallowed them as it filled my mouth. Our mouths locked for a couple of minutes, as his rough hands caressed more of my body, squeezing my butt cheeks and playing with my pointed peepee. My body was pressed against his, and I could feel his huge banana peepee rubbing on my body. I could feel something sticky coating my body as it rubbed against me. He pushed my shoulder down and I was now sitting in front of the bowl with his long thin peepee pointed right at my face. The tip of his peepee was purple and was what looked like spit was pouring out of where he should be pissing from. He had liver spots on his peepee as well and sparse curly white hair at the base and balls. "Come Danny boy!" he said. "Suck on it".... "Just like the good ol'times" His fingers pulled my ears closer towards it, and my closed lips gave the moist peepee head a kiss. I looked up and he had his eyes closed and tilted backwards. The moistness on my lips was sticky and I parted my lips slightly. His peepee which was already poking on my lips found an opening and as it found an opening, he immediately pushed it into his mouth. "Oh yes, Oh yes... Oh son, I missed you so much!" I did not know what to do. I did the same thing he did to me. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around. He was letting out some noises like he enjoyed it, and so I continued. He pushed more and more in me and I could feel him poking the back of my throat as his hand bobbed my head up and down. The deeper he went, I could only take deep breaths through my nose. Smelling the pungent smell of pee still fresh in the bowl below him. As I continued to suck him, another set of hand pushing my butt apart and something pushed against my butthole. As I continue to suck on Arthur, the pressure on my butt hole ached uncomfortably. I let the peepee out of my mouth and turned to look backwards. It was Jamal, the black attendant. He had his scrub suit pants pushed down and he pushed his peepee against my hole. Arthur shoved his peepee back into my mouth. I could feel Jamal pushing the tip of his peepee into my hole in and out. I tried to squivel forwards but that brought more of Arthurs peepee in my mouth. My nose was almost rubbing against the white curly hairs at its base. "Oh yes son. Oh yes Danny boy. I missed you sucking on your dads cock so much. Oh baby, I love you so much son....ummm....ummmh....suck your dad good baby. You are my best boy....uhhh...uhhh.... ahhh... ahhh! I am coming my boy.... Swallow me boy....I have not fed you in a very long time... drink it boy..... ahhhh! "Arrgghhh!!!!". He pushed my head down on his peepee. My mouth was filled with shot after shot of his sticky and salty juice. Because his peepee was deep in me. I accidentally chocked on it and some of the sticky goo sneezed out from my nostrils. Jamal also grunted and grunted. As the wet dick slipped out of my mouth. I could feel Jamal, pouring his sticky load all over my arched back. After he was done, he rubbed his sticky peepee all over my butt, as my head rested on Arthurs hairy thighs. When Jamal recovered, he pulled up his boxers and scrub pants. "You need to get ready fast. They are expecting you out there with Arthur" I quickly cleaned myself with the wet cloth and put my clothes back on. My hair was dishevelled. Jamal put on a shirt and shorts for Arthur, and placed him on his wheelchair. I pushed him out into the hallway where we came across the other kids and their assigned elders. I spent the rest of the day, talking to Arthur walking through the park. He said that he is lonely and had lost contact with his son after he his wife cut him off. Apparently, one of his grandson ratted spilled the beans to his mommy that `Grandpa touched him in his peepee'. Ever since then, he had not been contacted by his family. He asked me if I was going to tell my mommy. I replied that I would never do such a thing. He asked me if I enjoyed it. I said, it was new to me but I did enjoy it. I will not tell anyone. "Thank you, my boy, you really helped me a lot today!" "You are welcome daddy, I will come and visit you as much as I can! My school is just around the corner." He smiled. Just then my mother arrived to pick me up. "Hi mommy, this is Arthur! I took care of him today" "Hello miss. You have a wonderful son here. We had a great time." "Yes mommy!" I said as my mom smiled "He reminds me of my own son back when he was younger. It is only when you reached an age like mine do you cherish the times you had back in your youth". "I see, he was a good boy then!" mom asked "Absolutely, I hope he can come around and visit us again. It was a delight to have him" Arthur said. "Glad he could help" Mom replied with a sense of pride.