Sponge baths

 

As part of a school assignment, we had to volunteer somewhere and I chose the nursing home. A few of my friends accompanied me; we got badges and uniforms. The nurses assigned us to tasks that they thought we couldn’t screw up. One of my friends got “bedpan duty” and I was thankful that I was supposed to give sponge baths. Then, the idea hit me: I was going to have to wash several old people’s naked bodies!

My first patient was a guy named Albert; he had limited mobility but he was very animated. He whistled when I came through the room. As he slightly moved his hips, lifting himself with his arms on the railings, as I came closer. “You ever done this before, sweetheart?” he asked. I shook my head “No.” I didn’t think it was possible, but his smile got even larger. Enthusiastically, he lifted his gown over his head and rubbed his chest. His cock was erect, leaning to one side. “Hey, you want something with a kick?” he asked. I didn’t know what he meant until he produced a flask. “A little bit for fun and courage,” he said and lifted it. I took a few swallows, hoping it would help me get through the ordeal.

He continued to talk about his family and love for bikes. His voice was getting deeper and more sporadic. I looked down and saw that he was stroking his crooked dick. I stopped. “No, ma’am; you better finish or I’ll be telling on you!” I couldn’t bear to think of having to volunteer again because he ratted on me; so, I continued to his cock. I stroked maybe twice, grazing his balls, and he shot cum in my washrag. I clenched my face and looked at the white liquid that had gone past my gloves and onto my upper arm. He leaned back and thanked me, insinuating that I could leave then.

“How’d it go?” one of my friends in the hall asked. “Don’t ask,” I said and kept walking, wondering who the next patient would be.

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