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Sometimes, a kid comes along to parents later in their lives. That's what happened to me, I was born to my mom and dad when my mother was forty-two and my father was fifty-seven. When he pushed me in my baby carriage on the sidewalk to get some fresh air, everyone mentioned what a proud grandpa he must be. And looked astonished when he said no, I was his son! They would stare at his proud, white-haired face to my tiny pink one and be dumbfounded. Dad took a good bit of kidding. Mom would get exasperated as I grew older and she attended the school functions, no, she was not my grandmother, she was my mother! Well-meaning fellow mothers would push face creams and such on her, assuring her she could "restore her youth" with these things. I would sometimes be a smart-ass and call Mommy "Granny" and ooh, that would get her mad. But she never struck me, and neither did Dad, they raised me gently and kindly and as I got a little older, I grew ashamed of that younger me and quit it.
Mom died of a heart attack at fifty when I was eight years old, and that really took the wind out of Dad's sails, he aged faster without her. I took over things like cooking for the two of us and cleaning the house while he grew quickly frail and wrinkled. He was only sixty-five when she died, but by the time I was fifteen years of age, Dad was seventy-two and looked ninety-two. He had lost a lot of weight and become bed-ridden. I should also mention that he had smoked a lot and been hospitalized three times for cancer, going through chemotherapy twice for that and been in surgery once to cut out a large part of his lungs. He had to use an oxygen tent and stay in bed, and needed round-the-clock care.
So, at the tender age of fifteen, I was the caretaker of my household and in charge of everything. There was no immediate family for me to depend on, but I was just barely old enough to be able to file for legal emancipation and keep my lesser family at bay, for they were a predatory lot and would have run through Dad's finances in no time. As it was, with luck, it could just last long enough to put me through college.
I had to get someone to help me take care of my Daddy. Someone to see that he was fed and bathed and his diapers changed and his butt wiped and to keep him moved in bed so he didn't develop bed sores and keep his oxygen levels monitored and all that stuff. So I found myself dealing with the need for nurses capable and educated and dedicated enough to care for my father and within my limited budget. What I got...well, that was an education in itself.
Me, I continued to care for the house and cooked for myself and kept an eye on Dad, all the nurse had to do was watch Dad and care for him as well as herself/himself. So many nurses I ended up with decided instead to let Dad linger while they watched TV and ate my groceries. I had to fire and hire and fire and hire so much I was getting desperate and missing a lot of school, I was worried I wouldn't even get into high school next year! Mortifying!
That was when Ken came into my life. It was eight o'clock at night, and I was deep in playing catchup on my science homework when the knock came at my door. I got up to answer it, knowing I had an appointment to talk to a new nurse to replace the last one (I'd come home the night before and found her passed out drunk and Daddy lying in a puddle of his own feces and urine in the bed) and had called for the agency to send a new person over, I'd heard they were sending me a male nurse this time, after I had chewed them out for not vetting this last one, and explaining how she had almost wrecked my father's health. He had no resistance to illness any more due to the chemo and...well, never mind, she was gone and I was again adding nursemaid to my problems.
I opened the door and snapped, "Hello!"
"Hello, I'm Kenneth Proctor, the R.P.N. you requested to come over for an interview," the big, brawny stud of a man said to me. He was so big he filled the doorway and looked more like a football linebacker than a registered practical nurse. He had heavy musculature and filled out the nurse's scrubs he came dressed in, showing his massive biceps and the top showing he had a huge chest. His whole body was a fine exhibit of masculine health. His head hair was jet black, his eyes were a bright green shade, his face was "shaving-cream ad" sharp jawed and handsome, his nose a regally straight one, his smile disarming and genuine.
"Yes, yes, come in, come in," I stammered. I had a bad case of hots for this guy but I had to think first of my father, he needed a caretaker a lot more than I needed a hunk parading around my house all day and night!
But Ken, as he liked to be called (and I told him to call me "Russ"), was well-qualified and he chose his career because he liked to be dedicated to the care of one person rather than the rapid pace of three dozen people who were always changing and him never coming to learn their needs or concerns. I chose that same night to give him a chance and went to sleep that night feeling maybe I had found the right caretaker for Dad at last.
Ken showed up before I left for school the next day as promised, and he had his stuff to move into the room I had for him, he would live with me and Dad as part of his salary. I had fixed Dad's bedroom from his study as it had a separate door to the outside which could let him be wheeled in and out by his bed via an ambulance when he had to go to the doctor's. I had my regular bedroom and Ken had the master bedroom with its own bathroom and a walk-in closet, as well as a mini-fridge and a microwave and kitchen privileges inside the house. I didn't get my science homework done, but my teachers knew my situation and I got a pass on turning it in later without an issue, Monday would be fine.
I came home to find not only was Daddy fine and well cared for, but Ken had cleaned the entire house and fixed a dinner for both of us. "I had to dip into your food of course, but I hope you don't mind that. There'll be leftovers for you to take for your lunch tomorrow as well." Ken explained. He was a damned good cook and I ate my first good meal since Mom had passed away that night. Ken had taken excellent care of Dad and he was chipper and we talked as well for a few minutes before his medication conked him out as usual. Ken and I talked as well.
I had found the caretaker of my dreams! You can't imagine what a blessing that can be. I was able to concentrate on my studies and know Dad would be fine and clean and well cared for, and the house clean and fresh and my meals prepared. Ken really did do everything for not only Dad, but me.
With Daddy sound asleep, knocked out for several hours with the pain medications he had taken, Ken could relax and watch TV with me, and I was happy to cut him his first paycheck. I felt a little ashamed of how little it was. "I wish I could pay you more for all you are doing," I said as I gave it to him, him sitting beside me on the couch in our living room. It felt right to have him there right beside me by then, considering all that he was doing for us. He wasn't in his scrubs just now, but wearing only a t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts, and was barefoot. So was I, in fact, the house was so clean you felt right dressing down like that.
"It's all right," Ken assured me, "I agreed to this wage and besides, you have this nice house I get to live in, that's a big benefit."
"Yeah, but you're cleaning it and fixing these meals and I just...I just wish there was more I could do for you," I said wistfully.
"Well," Ken said. "There is one thing that I could use a lot of help on."
"Sure, Ken, anything, just name it, what is that?" I asked.
Ken's reaction was to take my nearest hand by the wrist and bring it over and land it on his crotch where he had a substantial erection in his shorts. No underwear, I was feeling the real thing just the other side of that rather thin material he was wearing. He had a fat, throbbing dong in there! "I need help with this, if you're willing," Ken said softly.
I could have yanked my hand away in prudish shock. I could have yelled at him for being a pervert accosting a fifteen-year-old boy. I could have threatened to call the police, or fired him, or done a lot of other things. What I did was grip the pud inside the shorts as best I could and fondle it, while looking up at him, and he smiled wider and reached his face toward mine to kiss me.
I let him bear me backwards onto the couch on my back as we kissed, and my hands rose to stroke his broad, powerful back as he lifted my legs up to pull me completely onto the couch. My hands went down to the bottom of his t-shirt and I fought to pull it up over his back with futility, until he smiled, raised his body upwards and allowed me to skin it over his broad chest and his arms cooperating in permitting me to pull it from their long muscled perch. The cotton cloth fell onto my face and I was buried in its aroma, the hefty masculine scent of man, not heavy but warm and redolent with the vibrant richness of his strength and kindness. Ken's arms reached for my own t-shirt and I helped him as he had helped me pull it over my head. Our shorts were removed in much the same way, though with more gyrations and movements needed, but when done, Ken joined me by lying atop me on the couch, both of us now totally naked.
Ken's hand was roaming around on my outer body that hung over the edge of the couch cushions, feeling and fondling my lower back, stroking over the small of my back, sidling in the narrow gap that arc provided and wedging thence to find the cleft of the cheeks of my buttocks, when his middle finger then slid into that dark valley.
I thrilled as I felt him fumble over the sharp bone of my coccyx there and into the softer flesh that prevailed in the cleft beyond. Across that soft area his fingertip trod, the flesh tingling delightedly at this unfamiliar but very welcomed touch and then the fingertip found my anus, the yielding dimpled folding of my flesh and it delved at once into my shuddering bowels. I moaned and crooned as he wielded the finger adeptly, worming it into my body further and further until I wondered if it were a living thing, independent of his body, able to crawl about at will, until his hand prevented its venturing any further, and the fingertip played with my prostate and made my whole body writhe in my poignant pleasure at his knowledge of my anatomy and how it worked.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, Kennnnnnnn!" I groaned.
"Mmmmmm, Russ, the reason I took this job is you, I saw you all alone taking care of your father and I said, this boy needs me, and I knew I had to be here. I knew I could help not only your father but you, and now I know that you can help me, and in doing so, help yourself."
"Yes, yes, help me, please, help me!" I groaned.
His finger left my body and he began to hawk spit into the palm of his hand to rub it on his dong, and I realized that he was going to use that to lubricate himself so he could fuck me. I'm not sure why, but I realized that he knew he could do it this way, knew how much drool to smear on himself to make sure he didn't injure me in piercing me with his prong with only his slobber to grease the way. His finger had made my ass relax a lot, of course.
Ken's face was even more handsome than before, with his black hair a bit rucked up and mussed, his eyes a little unfocused as he gazed at me, his mouth a little open. It took me a while to realize what was happening, he was looking vulnerable now, a strong, handsome, powerful man looking vulnerable and gentle, that was how he was looking at me, and I reached up to kiss him and he kissed me back, and as I did that, his cock, now fully slimed with his saliva, pushed at my asshole and it managed to enter me and spread the sphincter that held it shut without any undue pain on my part. Ken pressed his advantage and kept pushing inward, my body adjusting as he did so, all the way up to my prostate, the entire length his finger had prepared the path for, and it was only then that he encountered any resistance from my bowels, and that was not so difficult for me to endure, and Ken was soon well-imbedded inside of me and he panted as he paused, to give me time to fully adjust to his cock's presence inside my intestines.
Ken felt when my bowels were ready and he said, "Okay, Russ, now I'm going to give you a ride, just tell me if you start hurting from it, okay? Groans are hard to read, so you have to speak up, got it?"
"I got it," I gasped out.
Ken began to move in slow, smooth motions and I crooned at the easy, soft feel of his prod moving in and out of me, it was as gentle as the waves washing up and down on the shoreline of the beach on a calm day. I groaned and clung to his strong body and admired as best I could the large, clean muscles of his body as he moved, how each muscle flexed and gleamed and swelled and dwindled as it moved in its part to help Ken's prong delve in and out of my body.
Ken groaned and his motions became more and more brisk and strong, and his body tensed as his desire began to take over his gentler nature. He began to pant in audible sounds, a sort of "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" sound that put me in mind of a bull in the arena facing the matador's red cape, ready to again try to charge and strike the man semi-hidden by the cape.
I was getting worked up myself by his energetic ramming and I grunted along with him with my moans semi-broken by the forces of his thrusts, so mine came out more like "Hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh, hu-uh!" as I bobbed back and forth with every puncture of my body by his large pounding pole that plunged me deeply and adeptly at ever-increasing speed and urgency.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Ken was now saying. "Russ! Russ! I! Am! Getting! Close! To! The! Edge!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Do! It! Come! In! Side! Me!" I grunted in equal passion's embrace. "Fill! Me! Full!"
"Yeah! Oh! Oh! Uh! Ah! Huh! Hah! Uh! Oh! Oh!" Ken was getting close.
"Mhh! Uhh! Ahh! Mmm! Nnn! Ggg! Hhh! Mmm! Hhh! Uhhh!" So was I.
"KUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ken moaned as he climaxed, a huge glob of come squirted into my ass at high velocity, as his cock jerked as it shot jet after jet of creamy goo deep into my bowels.
"HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I gasped as I splatted my own orgasmic flow of teenaged jizz onto Ken's muscled abdomen and my own as I sprayed a far more liquid fare of lighter loaded spooge all over the both of us.
"HAH-HUH, HAH-HUH-HAH-HUH, hah-huh, hah-huh, hah-huh, hah-huh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hooooooooooooh!" Ken's ecstasy released him slowly and he sagged down onto my own body as he gently deflated from the bull-powered lover to the serene genteel lover that had kissed me so gently and who now that he was done, returned to nuzzle my neck with tired moves but two determined lips and a soft cheek.
"Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whooooooooooo!" I blew out my breaths after each inhale, pulling in the air hard and fast as Ken lay atop me, holding him in my arms and not wanting to let him go. "Oh, man, Ken, that was totally wicked!"
"Yeah, that was a pretty good Act One, wasn't it?" Ken panted as he looked at me with a rather wicked grin.
"Act One?" I asked him, puzzled.
"Wiggle your ass and see what you feel," Ken suggested.
I did and said, "You still have a boner. It hasn't gone down yet."
"Uh-huh. My body has that particular peculiarity, I can come more than once when I make love. It's like my cock doesn't unload the entire amount at the first set of wads. So get ready for me to go again."
"Now?" I was incredulous.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, right now," Ken said and he began to pump at my butt again. His cock was squelching in his spunk, I couldn't believe that, after what he'd squirted into me that he hadn't fully unloaded his come load. But he was indeed fully "operational" and wasn't moving a half-hard dong, he had a full-on chubby and he was using it.
I moaned and held on even though I wasn't anywhere close to another climax. Or so I thought. At the age of fifteen, your body is sort of exploring its sexuality, I guess, or maybe the young males of a tribe had to get while the getting was good, fucking the females while the alpha male of the pack was away for a while. I know a man's sexual peak is about eighteen or so, and I was headed in that direction.
So my cock soon was as hard as his was, and I was moaning and rubbing my body at his belly, which had my own come as a sort of goo-glue to stick us together and I could smear my prick in that and get a real good suction going. Ken was already all hot and bothered from his recent orgasm and he was pounding at me heavy and hearty and I was heaving and huffing from my own recent ejaculation and I ground at him, in my liquid-spooge, belly-to-belly, greased, fleshy nirvana of joy, I was thrusting and grunting the same way. It was like I was getting fucked while I was fucking the fucker. An amazing feeling and if you can manage to do it, I recommend trying it.
Hot and bothered as we both were, I'm not surprised that we didn't last too long, and Ken groaned and I moaned and he quivered and I shivered and he keened and I wailed and he went, "UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-KUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and I met him groan for groan with "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-KAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
As Ken pumped the rest of his "double-action" dick dousing into my ass, I pumped my second hot-action load in to add to the juicy goodness of my first wads, and got it even creamier and juicier.
Ken fell down on me after that one, no genteel grace in him at all, and he panted and heaved like he was having a heart attack or something and I felt dizzy and wheezed myself. We spent about a half minute that way, then he roused up feebly and said, "Damn, Russ, you're the first one to match me on my two-fer action like that. How did you do it?"
I told him my theory of young high-volume hormones and he nodded. "Makes sense. Well, Russ, I guess you and me are two of a kind and I'm glad we found each other." He let out a long yawn. "And I need to get some sleep, your father will probably wake up around three a.m. feeling frisky and I'll be up with him."
"I can take that shift if you want me to," I said with sympathy. "I'm out of school tomorrow, it's Saturday."
"That's okay, it's what I signed up for. I do enjoy my job, don't worry. Besides, I want you fresh and frisky when he peters out about nine a.m. as he takes his next dose of medication."
With that, we both went to bed, him to his room for he had his monitors in there to keep an eye on Dad. I hit my own bed wondering what the future would bring. Dad wouldn't live too much longer (don't think I wanted to push Dad into the grave, but he really was just a ghost of his former self now, nothing was left of him to bury but a half-alive husk), then Ken and I could really start to live. That should be about the time I would graduate from high school.
THE END
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