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Old Man's Disease

By: magmaman



"Is it always that hard to do, Uncle Dan?" Her voice came from my left, a complete surprise.

A surprise since I was in my back yard, doing my level best to take a leak in some bushes and not having a hell of a lot of success.

I quickly turned away, stuffed my cock back inside my pants, still dribbling and not a damned thing I could do about it. I suppose I turned six shades of red.

Janice stood there, leaned up against my gate. I remembered oiling the goddam hinges and now regretted that.

"I'm sorry!" I managed to stammer.

"I had no idea you were there."

"It's all right, I heard you and thought you were hurt or something."

Well, I guess I do grunt when trying to take a leak. I am 63 years old and in good shape except for a damn Prostate gland the size of a fucking grapefruit. I have been pissing in the bushes when I am out in my yard for years. I suppose that sounds terrible but when the urge hits me, there is just no way to make it to the bathroom. I either take it out and do it or it ends up dribbling down my pantleg.

I realized I was standing there with Janice looking at me concerned, and I had a nice growing wet spot at my crotch.

"Just an old man's ailments." I told her.

"You aren't so old!"

I looked at her. Janice is about 5'6", if anyone had told me she was 19 years old I would call them a liar, she looked to be 12 to me. Hell, everybody looks to be 12 to me, I guess.

Except for those breasts. Janice was just plain blessed, I had seen her out my upstairs window once in a bikini, good grief! She was on her back, her stomach flat as a pancake, her hipbones so pronouced the band of her bikini bottoms gapped up. Her full breasts barely contained, she was one fine looking young lady.

Looking at her brought back memories of my youth, but I turned away, leaving her alone. After all, she was my friend Carol's daughter.

I remembered the night her Mom had called me on the phone, and I went and took her to the delivery room. We made it but barely, her Mom was on a gurney and being rolled down the hall and I had gotten a glimpse of 8 pounds of squirming flesh sliding out between her legs.

That one was close, I had damn near gotten to deliver Janice myself on the front seat my my old Ford pickup.

Over the years I got to watch her grow up. We lost Carol the year before, I really missed her. We were next door neighbors, good friends, all there was to that. Janice's Dad didn't come home from Vietnam, I did to find an empty house and a note from my own wife.

I suppose I should have been upset, but I somehow just never missed my wife one bit. She had stayed in the house, collected the checks from the government, and two days before I hit stateside she had packed up and left.

I saw the papers, signed them. I never saw her again. I can't even remember what she looked like.

"So is it always that difficult? ...To go, I mean?" Janice asked me. There was no shyness, no embarrassment in her attitude, she just seemed concerned.

"Yes, it is. It's my curse for getting old." 

There I went with that "old" shit again.

She nodded and went back through the gate. I went inside my house, spent a good hour in the bathroom without much luck. I didn't think anything more of it.

It was about two weeks later before I saw Janice again, other than a glimpse and a wave as she jumped in her tiny little Honda and headed off somewhere. She waved and asked me to come and give her a hand.

I went though the gate to her yard, she had two pieces of plywood and a stack of other boards piled up.

"This is supposed to be my portable massage table. But I don't see how...?" She looked at the stack and back at me.

Well, I didn't see how either but there was an instruction sheet, so I grabbed my toolbox and we went to work. It only took about 8 hours, we got it together backwards a few times but finally we rolled it upright and it was sturdy. It just took a few minutes to add the padding and the covering.

Janice grabbed me and gave me a big hug in thanks, flustering me a little as her big breasts pressed against me.

"Going into business, huh? I asked her.

"Yes, I get my license in two weeks."

I figured she would do fine, she had the looks, the energy.

"I plan on earning my living doing massage while I go on to nursing school."

"Good for you." I smiled and went back to my house.

I guess it was another full month before we really saw each other again, I was clipping my hedges when I looked up. A middle aged man was just leaving, Janice reached out and gave him a hug, we walked out to his car and left, grinning.

"Customer?" I called out after he was gone.

"Yep, my 3rd one this week!"

"How much do you charge?"

"I get $60 an hour." she answered.

"Wow!" I said, thinking of my $1123 stipend from the government.

"I think I missed the boat, maybe I should go to massage school."

"Maybe you should!" she laughed, going back inside.

I got used to the solid string of cars after that, some of them were women, some were men, most of them middle aged and just normal looking.

A few days later I was stringing some garden hose over to my corn plants I had growing in my yard. Janice came through the gate and joined me. I started to pull some of the few small weeds, she joined right in. I did the usual mild struggle to get to my feet once the weeding was done.

"You need one of my massages, Uncle Dan."

"I don't have $60 to spare, honey." I told her.

"Oh poo, I won't charge you!" she said.

I hesitated.

"Come on!" She took my hand and more or less dragged me off to her house.

I went along, what the heck.

She showed me her room, it had been a year or so since I had even been inside her house. I had been there many times when her Mom was alive, sharing dinner, watching Janice as a little girl play on the floor with her toys. Those had been fine times. The place looked different, decorated in...well, a younger style. The room had been her bedroom growing up, with cartoon wallpaper and stuffed animals, now it was a white office, the table we had built sat at an angle. There were anatomy charts on the walls and her degree framed and signed.

"Get undressed and grab a shower." she pointed at a doorway off to the side I took to be a bathroom.

"I will go wash up, just hop on the table when you are ready and call out."

I undressed and scrubbed up, dried myself and came out. The table had two sheets, one turned back so it was obvious I was to get under the top one.

"Ready!" I called out.

Janice came in, she had on a light pink nurse's smock, she looked completely professional.

"I have been wanting to see if I could help you relax, Uncle Dan."

Then she put a firm round cushion under my hipbones and went to work. 

It seemed a little odd at first, here was the gal I had many times washed her bottom and changed her as a baby now with her hands on me. It didn't take very long to start feeling good, either.

Her hands worked out the knots in my back, down over my fanny, then my legs. I was in heaven, I even think I dozed off lightly a couple of times.

"How are you doing with that...problem?" she asked.

"Oh, I manage. The Doctors give me some pills, they seem to help a little."

"Doctors!" She said it with a snort.

"They think a pill is the answer to everything."

"Well, I don't know what else to do. They keep telling me they want to operate, I have been avoiding that."

"That's their other answer, if they can't fix something with a pill they reach for a knife!"

I didn't say anything, she was working a bit more firmly now.

"I think I can help with that if you let me."

"How is that?" I asked.

"It's called a Prostate massage."

"You mean....?"

"Yea."

"God, I don't know about that, it could be painful."

"No, I will be careful. Here, lift up."

She grabbed a larger round cushion, replaced the smaller one under my hips. This elevated my rear end several inches. I was having a few reservations but she seemed to just take over. She also placed a towel under my groin, pulling on each side until she had it situated.

Janice stepped away from the table, I saw her pull out some latex gloves, coat them with some type of clear lotion.

"Antibacterial." She said, catching my look.

The next thing I knew she was oiling up my behind, I felt a bit of a tickle at that. Then she inserted her index finger of her right hand into my anus, pulling at my left butt cheek with her free hand.

It felt at first like she was shoving a 4" X 4" up there.

"Take a deep breath. Hoooold it! Now breathe out!" She coached me through several of those, I felt her finger slip more easily, then a solid stab of pain.

"Wow, that is big!" She exclaimed.

Her finger pressed firmly, the pain eased, replaced by an almost pleasurable sensation. I realized I was getting an erection, I tried to press myself against the table to hide it.

"Relax!" It was an order. Her fingers, two of them now, stayed busy. I felt something give, almost like a pop as something burst, then a flood of dampness under me.

"There it goes!" She seemed delighted.

Then I felt her left hand reach under me, she grasped my erection firmly.

"Hey!" I started to protest.

"Relax!" she ordered again.

"I need to do this to clear the gland!"

"My God!" I thought. Here I was laying on my stomach, Janice was working two fingers up my behind and masturbating me with her other hand.

Her hand was stroking my entire length, she grasped the base and squeezed, pulling her hand outwards my full length, then relaxing, repeating the motion.

I could not help myself, with a solid groan I orgasmed, one surge after another. I felt the spams begin to wane but she didn't stop, I felt it beginning again, more powerful than the first.

It seemed to go on and on, I had never in my life felt anything like that. Janice's hand continued to stroke me in the same manner as my member finally began to soften. Then she withdrew her fingers, and released me.

"How was that?" she asked.

I looked at her, she had a big bright smile on her face, there was a sparkle in her eyes.

Excitement, maybe?

"Wow." was all I could utter.

She left the room, I got up and took another quick shower and dressed. 

Janice was in the living room, sitting on her couch when I came out.

"Let me know if that helps some with your urination." She said, that same twinkle in her eye.

"Uhhh...OK. But that is a little..embarrassing."

"Oh, no need to be. It is just a procedure. The Doctors won't do it." That same sweet smile was on her face.

"Next Saturday?" She asked.

"Oh....OK."

"I will come and get you."

I nodded, went back over to my house. Later that day, I felt the urge, made it to the bathroom. I watched as my urine flowed in a flood like it hadn't in years. I was amazed, the feeling of being completely empty was something I had almost forgotten.

I thought about it for a moment. No need to worry about Janice. She would do just fine.

Humming to myself, I headed for my garden, already looking forward to next Saturday.

Yep, she would do just fine. 

Old Man's Disease Ch. 02



"So why didn't you and Mom ever...you know..get together?" Janice asked me.

It came right out of the clear blue sky, caught me a bit by surprise. Of course, if you knew Janice like I do nothing should ever be a surprise.

She is my next door neighbor, barely 22 now. The best description I can come up with is a raven haired beauty that belongs on the pages of magazines.

Now if I was younger and had my health, as the saying goes? But I am in my sixties, doing my best to deal with all the issues that come with the later stages of life.

Janice works her way through nursing school by doing massage therapy. One day she caught me taking a leak in the bushes in my back yard and she was simply curious as to why it was such a strain.

You older males will know what I mean, a Prostate gland the size of an Apple. It just robs a person of energy, it is a pain in the ass needing to take a leak every 10 minutes or so and managing a dribble.

I knew Janice's Mom Carol very well, I was the one who took her to the hospital when Janice was born. I practically lived over there after that. I powdered her bottom and changed her diapers, watched her grow up skinning her knees and raising all sorts of hell. Then one day she filled out and became..well, she became simply...WOW!

Me? I was just "Uncle Dan."

But Janice studied on the subject, one day I somehow ended up on her table, she put on latex gloves and went right in there massaging my Prostate, and reached underneath and pulled on my 7" medium firm erection until I spasmed.

It beats the hell out of me how she learned to do that but it worked pretty well and I have to say I was grateful.

With the feeling of being empty, I suddenly had more energy, got to doing more things. With that came some weight loss, my 46" midsection dropped to 40" over a period of a couple of years. With the weight loss, my Prostate didn't bother me nearly as much, either.

Funny how that all works hand in hand.

Janice even nagged me until I finally gave up my pack a day bad habit. Next thing I knew she was out in my garden at planting time, some of my Corn and Potato plants got changed to Spinach and beets, green beans.

Darned if I didn't develop a taste for that stuff, too.

And once a week I would be on her table, regular as clockwork. Janice never showed even the slightest sign of being bashful, after awhile I got over it, too.

It was during one of those massage sessions that she hit me with that question.

The funny thing is Janice's Mom and I were..friends? I can't really think of a single time I ever even thought of her as anything more. I knew I sorely missed her Mom, that was a rough time a few years earlier when I had knocked on her door. Getting no answer, I stepped in to find her on the couch, gone from us.

Janice had been away at class, a good thing I guess.

"I don't know, honey. It just never came up, we were always just good friends."

"I think Mom was always in love with you." Janice blurted out.

I didn't have an answer, like I said, it was something that just never came up. I never really even thought about it.

"Did you..do you ever have any..girlfriends?

That was another surprise.

"Not really."

There had been a couple over the years, I never brought any of them home though. I didn't even remember their names, with one woman we actually ended up in bed but it was uneventful, I guess that is the proper word.

It is probably tough to understand, but my sex life was mostly solo, and had been for nearly 40 years. I had no interest at all in a prostitute. Dealing with women and all the dating and dinners, dancing, all the things that go along with that just wasn't really in the picture.

By the time I reached the age where I took my Social Security and began to draw on savings a bit, it was just far too late.

"You are a good looking man, you should find a nice woman, go out and do things."

"Oh, sure, I can just see myself trying to woo some gray haired old lady!" I laughed.

"You could attract some younger ones if you just tried to." Her hands rubbing my back suddenly seemed softer, I detected a bit of a catch in her voice.

"What about you?" I asked her. I realized I had never seen her with a boyfriend.

"Oh, with school and work and all I just don't have time."

"You should make time."

"I suppose, but school is expensive, and with the household bills and everything, I need as many clients as I can get."

I understood that, I did my own shopping, it seemed to get harder to cover everything every year.

Janice propped up my hips, reached over and got a pair of latex gloves out. I allowed myself to relax, I knew what was coming.

She dabbed on some ointment, spread my cheeks and rubbed a dollop across my opening, then slid her index finger inside. I felt her finger begin to work, then she withdrew.

"You are really doing very well, you feel almost normal."

I felt a little disappointed but if there was no real need, I understood. It was for healing, of course.

Janice stepped to her sink and removed the gloves. Then she washed her hands as I rolled up to a sitting position, the top sheet wrapped around my waist.

She looked back at me, her eyes dropped to the sheet where my obvious erection was making a bit of a tent.

"Uncle Dan....?"

"What, honey?"

"Do you..you need..?"

"Lay back down." I was almost an order, Janice tended to be firm with her instructions.

I started to roll over face down like always.

"No, on your back."

I blinked, but obeyed. She had never had me lay on my back before.

She stepped to the head to the table and worked on my arms and chest, then her hands went in circles across my stomach.

"Your belly is really firm!" 

I was a little proud of that, I was in pretty good shape for an old man and working around the house helped me stay that way.

As she worked my stomach, her hands bumped gently against my erection through the sheet, I was willing it to go down to no avail.

Janice moved down to my legs, and stroked first one, then the other for awhile. This was new, and nice. I liked it, started to relax even more.

"Uncle Dan?" Janice said. Her hands came to a stop.

I opened my eyes, looked at her. Her face was flushed, hesitant. This was new, too, Janice always seemed to exude total confidence.

"I..I need...I trust you. Will you..maybe?" I recognized the tone of voice, it was the same one she used when she wanted to get into my candy jar as a little girl.

"Will I?...Will I what?" I wondered.

Oh.

It hit me. Talk about being a little slow.

Her face was close to mine, then closer. I leaned up as she leaned down, our lips met. I had kissed her many times over the years, on the cheek, on the top of the head.

Never like this, her lips met mine and the room started to swim. Then she leaned back, her eyes dark and fathomless. She reached out and took my hand. I sat up.

"Come on!"

I just obeyed, followed her out the door and down the short hall, clutching the sheet around my waist. She pushed the door to her bedroom open, led me to the bed. She gave me a little push, I sat down.

Then with that smile, she reached over her shoulders and pulled the smock over her head. She wore a simple white bra. I expected her to unsnap it but she reached down and stripped off her nurse's slacks, taking the simple white panties with them in one motion. The dark mass of pubic hair came almost to the darker line of the skin above.

She was trimmed just enough to stay in a bikini, I just sat and stared. She stood still for a moment checking my reaction, then reached back and tripped the snaps on her Bra. Her breasts swung free, dazzlingly white in contrast to the rest of her skin. Her nipples were easily the size of silver dollars, coming to a point at the tip with a small invert in the center.

She stood there naked as I stared.

"Honey, I am 45 years older than......"

"Hush!" She stepped to me, pushed me back on the bed.

"I don't have a condom."

"Hush!! I am on the pill and I know you don't...."

"Have you ever.....?"

"Just once, now...HUSH!"

Then she was pressed against me, kissing my face, my neck, my shoulders, eager. My hands came up, found the silky smooth flesh of her breasts, heavy and firm. We rolled over on the bed, then rolled again, Janice ending up on top. Her hands came down, found me, felt me. She had felt me many times, always as I lay on my stomach. This was different.

Completely different.

"You got bigger." she gasped. Then she lifted one knee, settled astride me. Holding me with one hand, she reached down with the other and spread herself. Then she lowered down onto me.

I felt her slippery insides part, the flesh give way as she settled until my full length was completely inside. Her lungs emptied with a gasp as she did.

Then she was moving up and down, each time she settled, she rotated her hips forward and rubbed herself against my pubic bone. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth came open and she groaned as the first wave hit her. Each time it did, her vagina clamped down on me, I struggled to keep from just blasting off.

"My...God...My God...Uncle...." she uttered, I could no longer stop myself. I felt the first blast, then the second one, if anything I got harder, bigger, firmer.

Never in my life had I felt anything like this!

Finally we collapsed, staying enjoined. I don't know how long we lay together like that, neither one of us said a word.

I felt myself begin to harden again without ever withdrawing, so I rolled her over on her back and we did it again. Slower, sweetly this time, I felt her outer lips grasp at me, then release. Then Janice let out a little squeal and finally relaxed again.

"Thank you, Uncle Dan! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Honey, thank you! It has been so long."

Our relationship certainly took a change that day, over the next few weeks Janice would finish her work and then come over and spend the evening with me. Sometimes I would make dinner, sometimes she would. Then she would share my bed.

I was so lucky, how many men my age get to bed a beautiful young woman that actually enjoys it every bit as much as they do? I had more sexual activity in a few short weeks than I had had in the previous 45 plus years. 

The real oddity is even at my age everything was up and working like a damn teenager. Of course I knew it couldn't last, one day she would find a young man she liked and it would all end.

But I was determined to make the most of it while I could, and make the most of it I did.

I suppose it was around two months or so, Janice got home from college and came in.

"Hi, Honey! I have some steaks ready to go onto the grill."

She didn't answer, just stood there for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" I felt a sudden chill, was this it? Had she found a boyfriend?

"I have something to tell you, Dan."

I waited, just looking at her.

"What is it, Hon?" I asked, finally.

"The pills?...They didn't work. I am pregnant."

I reached out and took her in my arms.

"What do you feel about that?" I asked her.

"I want it." She had tears in her eyes, I knew she was scared about my reaction.

"Wonderful, this is fine with me!"

"Dan? Can we...get married?"

Married? Something else I never thought of.

"You know we won't have a lot of time?"

"I know."

I hugged her, laughing.

"Married it is, there is nothing I would like better!"

That evening, after making sweet love, Janice was snuggled up next to me.

"Bet we have time to make two of them." she giggled.

"Yep, bet we do!"

I will just bet we do, too.