Tell me about it... I spent the better part of the 2010's as a butt pusher at the nursing home. Ya know, these old folks can't thrust like they used to and so they need a brawny young buck like myself to work those hips how they remember. I'd see a horny couple shuffling down the hall and think, "Oh jeez... No way they're down to f**k again." but you gotta give it up for these old timers. They're constantly boning. So, I'd get my long gloves on, help them to the f**k room, pop the lady in the handi-able sex swing, and then grab ahold of grandpa's leathery hips. He'd take care of the boner himself. I wasn't gonna coax that out of him. That's on him. If ever the old guy wasn't hard enough to plow beef then I'd just leave the room and tell him to call me when he's serious, call me when he can actually f**k. Haha, usually that little emasculation was enough for them to pop a spiteful boner. Whatever, right? When he's bonered and ready, and she's lubed however way is medically appropriate, then I was just there to make sure the shoving is hard, but not too hard. I wanted to make sure these lovebirds could shuffle back to their respective apartments after. I mean, c'mon. It took, what? 10? 15 minutes maybe? And with the adjustability of the sex swing, the variety made the time go by pretty quick. After he'd shot his wad and her barren utey was gooped up, they'd go into a kinda post-nut paralysis and it was part of my job to make sure they didn't hurt themselves during that. Yep, then it was just get her out of the swing, get their clothes back on, and shit, I don't know, go back to wandering the halls, waiting for another tap on the shoulder or something. Terrible job. I really, really hated it, but ya know, I still made sure to do my best. I was proud of how much lovemaking I facilitated and how sensually I was able to gyrate all those old man hips. So, even though I never had sex at the nursing home, I sure assisted in a lot of it.
