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The Old Fellah Needs a Hand
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The Old Fellah Needs a Hand In the block of flats where I used to live, our family was friendly with an guy lived a few doors down. I used to visit him fairly regularly for a cup of tea and a laugh. He always told the dirtiest jokes I’d ever heard. One morning my Mum told he’d had a nasty fall down the stairs and I should go see him to cheer him . Later, I knocked on his door then burst into laughter at the sight of his heavily bandaged form, both arms wrapped in white and hanging from a sling, struggling comically to open the door. "Don't take the piss." he grumbled. "Sorry Gramps," I followed him into his flat, "I just wasn't expecting you to look so...." "Pathetic?" He suggested. "Ridiculous. Whatcha been doing, you daft sod?" Before this story gets properly dirty I should point out "Gramps" is just a friendly term and in no way indicates we are related. Anyways... after I made the fellah some lunch and a cup of tea and had a chat about my comings and goings (he always wanted to hear about the life of a modern , he didn't get out much) he blushed and stammered for me to wait as I was pulling on my jacket to exit. "What is it?" I asked, worried about him looking so flushed. "Um." "Well?" "Erm." "C'mon, spit it out." "Welllll..." "Have you forgotten? Senior moment?" "No! Cheeky little twerp." "Well, what then? I've got friends to meet." "Nevermind! Bugger off then." "Oh, don't be like . Just tell ." "It's just... I can't... I can't..." "Can't what??" "With my hands all trussed like this I can't..." "What?" I asked slowly, getting the gist. He was looking down, at his crotch. "You a pee!!!" I blurted out. "Yes, damn it!" "Are you asking to..." "Well, I can't get my hands down far to..." "You want to touch your..." "I wouldn't ask if I weren't desperate!" It was my turn to say "Ummmmm." He looked so vulnerable and embarrassed, how could I refuse? "Okay, sure." I said, breezily walking off to his toilet. "C'mon then, Gramps!" I called. He shuffled in, blushing further, and positioned himself over the toilet bowl. "Right, here we go." I was egging myself on, fighting the awkwardness. I pulled apart his pyjamas and slid my hand in the (what do you men even call this penis-slit?) gap and then dipped my hand into his underwear. As my fingertips touched his cock, we both flinched. I giggled and he began mumbling apologies, breaking the pristine silence. There was no eye contact between us as I curled my fingers around his warm cock and gently (like I was scared I'd hurt him) pulled at it until it was out. I held it, aiming the bulbous helmet down into the bowl. I could feel my palm getting hotter, beads of sweat on my forehead. His cock was not lengthy but very thick, and was feeling heavier and heavier as I stood there, gripping it softly. I was just wondering how long this would take, when I felt through the skin of my hand ripples of fluid coursing through the thick cock, just before a pressurised jet arced out of the big pink head. The man moaned in pleasure and relief as it continued to pour out of him. "You must've really wanted to go!" I was hoping small-talk would help drag us through this unwanted intimacy but he remained blissfully silent. It just kept coming. Frothy dark piss seeming to almost fill the bowl. Finally, it began to slow and my neighbour was gasping his thanks as his cock dribbled the last of his flow. "There was just no-one else I could've asked." He said. "Don't just put it away !" "No?" "Sorry, no. You have to ... shake it off a bit. Or I'll wet my pants." I looked at him skeptically. "Really. It's like a hose-pipe, you have to jiggle it all out before you pop it away." I gave him a "you'd better not be messing about" look and stared to jiggle his cock. I kept sproingling it in my palm until there were no more drops, then I replaced the codger's cock back in his pants. I was washing my hands in his basin when I surprised him with a question: "I s'pose you'll be needing me to back later and do again?" So I returned once more afternoon, once in the evening and one last time before I went to bed. He was getting annoying by thanking me so much and constantly apologising I almost had to tell him off, threaten to not return if he didn't pipe down. On the second day, it had begun to feel routine, not normal but not outlandish either. We’d even began to chit-chat as I stood next to him in his small toilet, holding his warm heavy cock, feeling his pee pulse under my touch, tingling my palm. I found I had to grip him tighter so I didn't drop it as it pissed, but he didn't object. Also on the second day, I noticed he seemed to be enjoying it more. He didn't say anything but his dick was longer when I fished it out of his pyjamas, longer and thicker. I no longer had to peel back his foreskin off the cockhead, it was already proudly exposed. I felt him watching me look at his growing prick and I felt uncomfortable and ashamed I found it so obviously fascinating. On third day, after helping with his morning pee, I found my hand was instinctively moving along the shaft, back and forth. I was shocked. I froze. I looked at his face, he was grinning. "You can with it if you want to, I won't tell anyone." I looked him, in a daze and suddenly remembered some of the dirty dreams I'd had the night before. Holding his cock, I lead the old man into his lounge and we sat on the sofa. He got comfy and I began to work my fist and down his shaft. My painted nails flashing against the dark pink of his flesh. He was uttering pleasurable noises as I wanked him. I was besotted, just watching my hand rise and fall on his sexy cock. I looked him, he began to speak but I interrupted: "If you say sorry or thanks again, I'll get up and walk out!" "I was just going to say what a beautiful, talented you are." I blushed. "Oh well, okay then." He grunted and gasped as I maintained a steady pace of my stroking of his long, thick, hard dick. "When was the last time you came?" I asked. "Came?" "Spunked, y'know... shot your spunk." "When I last made love to my wife." "But she died over five ago!" "And we hadn't had sex for some too. So it's been a looooong time." "You never do this to yourself???" "No! No one could ever accuse me of being a wanker." I gripped his cock tight, I could feel each pulse and twitch as I tugged on it. I leaned in close and kissed him. My tongue slid into his mouth as he began to wriggle around... he tensed and I felt my hand go wet. I pulled away from our kiss and looked down his eruption of creamy thick sperm over my knuckles. We were both breathing hard. After a minute he pulled a cotton handkerchief out of his pyjama pocket and cleaned my hand and then his dick. We were speechless. We sat next to each other, catching our breath. I sniffed my fingers and was thrilled at how aroused I was. "Let's do it again!" I said and gripped his dick. "Hold on, hold on. I am seventy-eight, not eighteen!!" "Whaddya mean?" "I'll a break." "Like a tea-break? A quick cuppa and then..." "More like a couple of hours, luv." I pouted. I tidied his cock away into his pants, then stood up. I gave him a kiss then, grabbed my jacket. "Later then, Gramps!" |
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5/12/2019 3:58 am |
Awesome I liked it
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Ohhhh, so thrilling... and so sweet... I know you like older men, but he was even older than I am  I suppose he's dead now... I'm sure he would have remembered you very fondly.
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8/24/2019 4:26 am |
Had similar experience but other way around many years ago with an older lady I met from here. Was on IM and got chatting to lady in her mid 60s, I was about 30. Turned out she was wheelchair bound and a widow. Turned out she had not seen a real hard cock in about 15 years. We flirted in chat and I offered to visit her and expected a refusal but she said yes. I drove over there, more than a little nervous but she let me in and we had a civilised cup of tea. Was a bit awkward for a while. Eventually she asked if she could see my cock. I undid my trousers and she asked if I could make it hard. I stroked a bit and she smiled. I walked over and asked if she wanted to touch it. She held it and cupped my balls. She was paranoid about her daughter turning up so it didn't go much further. We chatted again and next time I went over she had a towel by her wheelchair. I stripped and she stroked me, very skilled hands. I reached down and played with her tits. She couldn't have full sex because of her disability. Found it such a turn on. I eventually came hard over the towel. We did that again a few more occasions. Always loved age play.
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Well written and with a humorous undertone Cheers - P
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I love re-reading this... imagining you doing it to me... I would tell you not to make me cum yet, but I think you wouldn't be able to resist the urge to take me over the edge and pump the thick white semen out of me, spurt after spurt...
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Only 8 days since I commented... feels like much longer, without a response from you  I'm holding back from cumming in the hope that you'll arrive soon to release my pressure into/on to you 
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That sounds like an amazing experience for both of you. Just curious.....did you do it for him often after that first time? Did you still do it after his arms were healed?
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The Old Fellah got the service of a King. I can see a great future for the Good Old Boy when he either falls again or just needs rehabilitation on a regular basis. I certainly know that I would appreciate your tender care when I desperately NEEDED your assistance or YOU. This habit could beCUM aDICKtive, if you catch my drift!!! 
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Am curious as to whether you were wearing pantyhose during the experience?!
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7/7/2020 11:56 am |
Very erotic and hot ....
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I have written some sequels to this, published at a less troublesome site, please visit if you enjoyed this: 1. https://www.literotica.com/s/the-old-fellah-needs-a-hand 2. https://www.literotica.com/s/the-old-fellah-needs-another-hand 3. https://www.literotica.com/s/another-old-fellah-needs-a-hand 4. https://www.literotica.com/s/the-old-fellahs-show-their-hands You can leave a comment if you want to encourage me to write more nasty goings-on. Rachael x
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One time years ago I played with an old guys cock for him. He said he couldn'i get hard but he could cum so I played with and sucked on his soft cock for him and he came.He was very happy.
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