I’ve mentioned that I deliver drugs to nursing homes but I don’t remember mentioning any of the things I’ve seen in any facility.
Yesterday, the residents of one particular place all seemed to be in turmoil and one of the nurses commented that the moon was full. I laughed when I heard it and she turned to me and said that several of the male residents had appeared for breakfast in the nude. A couple of other bystanders assured me it was true. In fact, it was too true.
When my business was completed, I turned away to leave and saw a man in a wheel chair. His pants were around his ankles; he was fully erect and he was tending to business in a very focused way. In fact, he had an audience and when I turned back to the nurse to mention it, she simply told me that there were worse things he could be doing. I gather the staff had largely given up on preventing his engaging in what appeared to be his favorite activity.
This is a true story but I don’t know if it rises to MMP standards.
When I was a pre-teen, a bunch of us, on lunch break from school, were at the local pizza joint buying slices as we were wont to do, when one of the girls runs in and says “Guys, guys, come check this out, there’s some guy playing with himself outside!” Sure enough, out and around the side in a barely-concealed alleyway (the other side was lined only by a chain-link fence and a tree or two) was some lanky dude, pants around ankles, milking the trouser cow in a slow but very determined way. He seemed oblivious to the audience, even when the girl started verbally harassing him.
The girl had spunk.
Wait-- that didn’t come out right.
No, hang on, that sounds even wors-- oh, screw it.
Well. There are certainly worse things that the nursing home gentleman could be doing, indeed. Masturbation is fun, free and good for you. But ideally, in his room would be preferable.
Unless the little old ladies at the home enjoyed the show.
Hm. May not have been an “old” folks’ home. Just a folks-who-need-help home. Anyway, I’m all for the masturbation, but that’s an activity best kept for a private moment.
Years ago I visited my sister in San Francisco. On our last day in the city we went to a bakery for some breakfast pastries. On the way back to the car I hear the sound of water running. I mean really running. Like someone opened a hydrant. Lots of water.
I turned back to see where the sound was coming from and I saw a man hoisting himself upright from the arms of his wheelchair and he was urinating! On the sidewalk! Right in front of the corner bakery! :eek:
Yes, I work with dementia patients, so yes, this woman is elderly
I have lots of men playing with themselves stories, but that is truly one of the more interesting WOMAN stories I have. Hands down their pants is one thing, but it takes a bit of a hero to self -suckle.
Hey, a senior man in a nursing home, probably severely outnumbered by women, able to not only get it up but is enjoying it? Maybe he wasn’t suffering from dementia. Maybe he was advertising.
He is a relatively young person but if he were not suffering from dementia he would not be a resident of this particular home. Visiting that place is like being on the set of one of the Living Dead movies and I know I shouldn’t make jokes about it. I can’t give the nurses there enough credit for doing the jobs they do with those people.
:eek: