"La Casa de Retíro", a mi me gustan mayóres...

In 1998 I had to take a course at the SOCMA and to cover living expenses near the union, looking for stable work, I went to give a 'retirement home'; a kind of voluntary geriatric where retired mariners would move in seeking attention, care, and company.From one entrance by necessity very against my will, it was that or nothing... so I decided to try my luck as a geriatric assistant with the conviction that I was burying myself alive among adult people far beyond everything.By right of floor the first guard corresponding to me had to help clean or bathe four grandfathers only, while my companions were making and laughing at what it was going to cost me undressing and bathing those old perverts...Don Hidalgo was the first, as each room had its own bathroom, I entered the room and closed the door behind me; - it's time to take a bath, daddy...- I said firmly and surely to the old man who was watching TV lying on the bed and seemed unable to do anything else. - With my rheumatism I can't take off my clothes by myself... - he said without moving a muscle...

If you don't screw me, I'll help you, but collaborate old man because it's my first day and I'm on trial...- , I approached the bed and when he got up, I could observe the formidable torso of that old sea wolf in his days of retirement, it smelled strong and tasty, despite being 66 years old, he was a robust and formidable guy whose arthritic joints played against him at times; it smelled like almond milk, salty and sweet at the same time. I removed his sports jacket and pulled his Lacoste sweater up gently so that his stomach would feel the fabric slide down, tickling the elastic mark.All the snow-covered chest of that adult wolf remained uncovered, very subtly in the attempt to buckle up the elastic belt of jogging, I approached my nose to that white and abundant fur that inspired respect. He treated me well, with dedication so that he would understand that my dedication depended on his collaboration.


Those old, decrepit and trembling ones became 'addicted to my care'... Life in the geriatric ward came alive again. The old, decrepit ones still rendered a rich night of ejaculations and didn't deny it... They were beyond good and evil and an orgasm was trading in gold for each one of them...

From Don Hidalgo to Don Goyo, that season did them an homage to those cocks that rested in the hope of a profound and intense kiss that would awaken them to glory and revive their youthful years... high erections... therefore... I like Mayores...