The manager of the assisted living facility didn't believe I needed to move in here. She looked at my health history and the minimum donations I'd made here for the past 12 years. She showed me the cost chart and offered to put me in a double room with a roommate. I asked for a standalone cottage. She tapped the price, gave me a questioning look that said it all. I said, I'll take it.

I moved in the next day. When the nurse showed up with my meds for the day, I showed her I had set up a pill box for the week with A M and P M meds sorted. She tried to convince me it was a bad idea, hinting it was against the rules for liability reasons. We went back and forth a bit until I mentioned the obvious, none of my meds are a controlled substance. She checked her chart and gave up. She said something about not needing her at all. I disagreed.

When the contractor finishes the bathroom remodel, I'm going to need you to sign off on it. I paused and added, for liability reasons of course.

Three days later, contractor finished and I called for the nurse. She came with a puzzled look and said something about nobody had ever remodeled before. Even though it's yours, you are just renting. I showed her the building permit and the letter from the board of directors allowing it. She still didn't know why she would be qualified to approve or reject the remodel. She looked at it, shrugged and asked what was she supposed to do? I suggested she help me take a shower. I offered it would involve her being ready if needed as I took advantage of all the shower had to offer. She might observe an unsafe thing or something. She had that look of disbelief that I would expect her to get into the shower with me. She didn't say it though.

I got mostly undressed, looked at her and asked if she had a change of clothes with her. She shook her head. Then she took off her shoes, and dress. I got in with my back to her, adjusted the temperature in one of the overhead shower heads. I began to soak with my back to her. I handed her the body wash and asked if she'd help with my back. She hesitated long enough to remove her bra, I would soon learn. She took the body wash and did me well. She even did my shoulders and upper arms as I kept both hands on the wall. Then she saw it; She didn't make a sound; she just froze with her hand on my left side, under my left arm. I waited for a full two seconds before reaching over with my right hand to gently pull her soapy hand over my left breast. She let me. I asked her to keep going. It took a bit but she did. It took another 5 minutes of her reaching around me before I managed to get her to soap my crotch. I'm not massive at just over 5 inches but I have more than a two-finger diameter. I was as hard as a 30-year-old on a first date.

Once she got comfortable with it, she pressed her body against me and let herself get soaked. I mentioned the tyle stool built in near a handheld shower head. She sat and removed it from its catch. I pulled the lever to transfer the water to it. It shot a stream of cold for a few seconds and became the temperature of the overhead. I turned to face her as she rinsed my crotch. Without a word, she leaned to me and put half of my fat cock in her mouth. I let her wait before feeding it to the throat. I fucked her mouth for just a minute, pulled out and took the shower head from her. I sat it on a pulsating 3/4-inch spray. I ran it over her legs, up to her navel and made small back and forth motions as in worked it down to her legs. She spread her knees. Her cotton panties were see-through soaked. I played the stream over the top of her clit a few times. Then I pointed it to just one side, moved it down a bit so the outer diameter was softly tickling the tip of her clit and the middle part was pounding the side of it with some force. She gave up and used her hand to finish it. She leaned for me then but I stopped her.

I held out my hand; she took it and stood up. I looked at her panties and she removed them. I turned her around, pushed a little on her neck so she'd bend over. She put both hands on the stool. I slid into her from behind. I fucked her till she had another climax. I took the body wash and covered by dick with it. I rubbed some on her crack. I pushed into her tight ass. I held the stream forcefully hitting my dick and the top of her entrance as I fucked. This allowed water to make the soap slicker and allow very warm water to fill her ass. She got off again. I pulled out, soaped myself again as she turned and sat down. She helped me wash myself there before she eagerly sucked me off. I wanted her to know I had just unloaded. There is no doubt when it's in your mouth with thick, warm globs of cum. She swallowed it as easy as any mouthful of food at any meal. She studied my cock after; she waited and waited but it didn't go down. She looked at me with a puzzled look. I told her I would explain it later but for now, she should get dressed without the panties that would soak thru her dress. She left without protest.

The next day, the director came to see me. She said she needed to see my shower. She had a twinkle in her eye and a Mona Lisa smile. She was wearing her workout spandex. She slipped off her shoes, walked in turned on a shower, bent over the stool, resting her hands on it. She had her feet a little further apart than necessary. She turned her head and asked if I could help her up; she claimed to be stuck. I said news travels fast, as I dropped my shorts, pulled off my shirt, walked around in front of her, removed her hands enough to slide under them and sit with my dick inches from her face. Her mouth covered it completely. She did her best to get me off and it would have worked but I need days to recover. I get hard easy but don't produce cum for days. The fun part is that I get the thrill of cumming even without the product. It isn't as strong; it isn't even half as strong as the real one but it is fun. I got up, walked behind her and order her back down. I dropped down to lube her but she was dripping already. I tickled her ass a bit, stood and slipped it into her wet pussy. She soaked me in less than two minutes. I kept fucking her till she did it again. She was a squirter. I brutalized her ass then. She wouldn't walk as well as she had coming in. I was thinking, 'blind side me and pay the price, lol.'

She came back at the end of the week wearing a dress. It came off as soon as she closed the door. She got on her hands and knees and said, hurt me you son of a bitch. I walked behind her and thrust my cock into her pussy. She had been thinking about this for some time because she was as wet as she would have been with 10 minutes of foreplay. I immediately pulled out and slammed into her dry ass. She made a noise from the pain. I took two strokes and stopped. It's time to negotiate the rent, don't you think? She said, what rent? Now fuck you son of a bitch.

I knew she couldn't get away with no rent. I soon learned the rent would be paid by others. Once word got out about my short, fat, always hard cock, I had all the ass I could handle and then some. My doctor turned out to be a closet "bi" who loved it in the ass. He was a young guy with a nice 6 1/2-inch dick of his own. One day while I was pounding his ass he made me an offer. He said he'd never charge me for his services and get me any meds I wanted for free if I would deep throat him. Little did he know, I was about to offer to do that for free. I didn't want to scare any of the women off if they knew I like to suck dick as well as anyone. I gave him a 1-minute blow job. I would have blown him in less than 5 cold. He was about to cum from the ass fucking I was giving him. I ordered some controlled drugs for pain and anxiety. I would be offering these for a price but not to anyone here. Remember the part about all the ass I could handle. More than one of the well to do guys living here loved getting fucked; they were paying for my rent and tipping me as well. One of them had made millions in the market. He was giving me advice that was growing my paltry savings of a quarter million when he started. In just three months, it had crossed the $300K mark. He said he was thinking about putting me in his Will. I suggested that might draw too much attention to me. His tips went up after that.

After 6 months, the nurse said it was well past time for me to reveal my secrete. I had been a professor of Chemistry for 40 years. Early on, I had two graduate students experimenting with something akin to sildenafil, the main ingredient in Viagra. I played around with it on my own. They didn't try to patent it; they kept it for themselves and sold it to some friends for tuition and other favors. My formula was a tweak on theirs. I didn't know how well it worked until I was in my late 70s. The dosage has to be adjusted with age. I'm not interested in getting rich. I like my life. I like to fuck and I like even more making others cum. I remember getting a blow job in my early 20s. The second time she did it for $10 dollars beside the railroad tracks near shanty town, I wanted to do something for her. She said, "I cum when you cum." I didn't believe her. I thought it was just a way of her getting me out of the way for the next guy. Now, I believe she might have been truthful. I really like getting someone else off. With all the ass I have covering my dick every week, I still wake up some mornings feeling the urge to jack off. My dick rules my whole body for the first few minutes of the day.