William
He sat in the sun wearing a dark blue hat with red letters that read, "I'm 99." He sat in silence, staring at some distant place or perhaps some microscopic spot on the wall. I turned and looked, to see what might have caught his gaze, but couldn't find anything of interest.
I looked back at him, his eyes were dark, an almost hollow black. They sparkled in the light as though slightly glazed. His white hair accented his dark eyes and dark blue hat. His face was lined and worn, but he still looked younger than his age.
He waited, sitting alone in his wheelchair, he waited at the table for dinner. Others sat near him, but each remained alone in their own silent world. Some shared his gaze, looking so intently for something somewhere.
He carefully hung his hat on the side of his wheelchair as dinner arrived. He tasted the pureed turkey or mashed potato and carefully put down his spoon. He put his hat back on and spoke: "Don't mind me, just shading the sun."
I glanced over at him, but he was gone, lost in that distant stare. As dinner was cleared away, his barely touched, he didn't move or speak, and his eyes barely blinked. I wondered what he thought, what he felt.
"For Christ's sakes, I'm ninety-nine! Doesn't anybody give a damn?" he suddenly shouted.
I wanted to say something, but he was gone again. I looked around, but everyone just looked away. I wondered, was it his birthday? Could that be why he cried out his age like that? The staff pretty much ignored him, beyond dropping his tray of dinner in front of him, leading him to the bathroom and helping him into bed each night he was treated like most everyone else, with neglect.
I whispered to myself, “There must be something more, something I can do.” I’d been there to visit my great-grandmother, but she had been led to her room for her nap and I had nothing to do but wait for her to wake up. I decided to act.
I took a peek into his room and found it empty. I walked back into the day room and sat down next to him. He just stared at the wall, as if memorizing each nuance of texture in the paint.
“Hello William, I’m Marion,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it.
He looked at me with glassy eyes and whispered, “Excuse my hat, the sun gets in my eyes.”
“Would you like to go somewhere it’s not as bright?”
“The sun is bright.”
“What if I took you back to your room?” I asked.
“It’s darker there.”
“Okay, we will go there okay?”
He nodded and I walked around and gripped the wheelchair. Pushing once, it didn’t move. I reached down and released the brake and tried again. It moved easily. William seemed light as a feather as the chair glided down the hall, and past the nurse engrossed in some novel.
“Here we are,” I whispered, wheeling the chair into his room. Moving into a corner where we couldn’t be observed from the corridor, I set the brake and moved around in front of him. “Can I take off your hat?”
He nodded, so I removed his hat and placed it neatly on his bed. His eyes followed me as I moved, so I knew he was still with me. I turned to face him and paused, pondering if I really wanted to do this. I looked at the bed and read the lettering on his hat: “I’m 99.” I immediately unbuttoned my blouse and guided his hands to my breasts. They gently cupped them, the fingers moving slowly over the lace edges of the bra.
I paused, waiting for a signal of some sort from him. The light squeeze he gave them convinced me to continue. I removed my blouse and unfastened the bra, placing both on the bed next to his hat. I moved closer to him, lifting one of my breasts to his mouth. He immediately began running his tongue over my nipple and then moved his lips tight to me and sucked.
I reached my hand down between his legs and to my surprise I found he was erect. Ninety-nine and still able to get hard, I was impressed. I moved my breast from his mouth and kneeled down in front of him. He watched intently as I unfastened his pants and unzipped the zipper. I was a bit concerned he might be wearing an adult diaper, but fortunately he wore a pair of boxer shorts.
I carefully moved my hand into his shorts and freed his erection. I caught his scent, it was earthy, without any tinge of urine, certainly a bit of a turn on. I watched him watch me as I slowly began stroking him. I could feel his body tremble at my touch, but his shaft remained rock hard. I leaned my head forward and took him into my mouth.
Again a pleasant surprise as I tasted him, it was certainly as good as the few much younger men I have done this with. I curled my tongue around him as my mouth began moving up and down. My right hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked him, while my left hand rubbed his balls. Looking up at him, I could see him staring down at me.
I continued, pausing my motion over the head to suck him hard. My hand continued stroking him, increasing in tempo as he began to moan. I caressed his balls, feeling them tumble around the loose sac as he began to move his hips. His movement was restrained, he was not strong enough to stand on his own so any thrusting was minimal, but I loved the way he did move.
Feeling him getting close, I once again moved my mouth up and down his shaft as my hand continued its stoking. In just a few moments he moaned again and I felt a deep twitching in his cock. There were several small splashes of cum, a bitter tasting, but not as thick as normal liquid. Although bitter, the light consistency of his semen made it very easy to swallow, which I did, savoring the sensation and the thought.
Looking up to his face, I noticed his eyes were closed, but he was smiling. I stood back up, leaned my face to him and I kissed his lips. He opened his eyes and stared into mine. As I pulled away slowly he whispered, “Thank you.”
I smiled and said, “Well I better get you back to the day room before someone misses you.”
I unlocked the brake and wheeled the chair out into the corridor and then into the day room. I set the brake and walked around and looked at him again. He looked up at me and said, “I’m 99.”
“I know William,” I replied.
“It’s my birthday.”
“Well happy birthday.”
“I’m 99.”
“Yes, I know William,” I said sitting in a chair facing him. I watched as his eyes closed and he fell asleep, wondering if he would remember anything that happened. |
