This all started when I was nineteen years old and a year removed from high school. I had a girlfriend named Brianna. I was not ready to go to college full time and I lived with my mom in a two bedroom apartment and finances were tight. My dad had passed away a few years before. My girlfriend was twenty-one and a Certified Nursing Assistant and convinced me to become a CNA. I guess you could say my girlfriend wore the pants in the relationship and when she wanted something she eventually got it. I enrolled and quickly took a liking to classes. So I went through the program and got my certification.
While I was in school, I also delivered pizza in the evening. It meant I spent less and less time with Brianna. We bickered more and drew farther apart. Finally, a little after graduation we broke up. Actually, she broke up with me. I was sad but it was not totally unexpected. My friends told me she had already started seeing this guy even before we broke up. I was going to miss the sex but to be honest, that was about it. I was resigned to find a job and focus on my future.
So I went for interviews, put out resumes and applications. But it just seemed like experienced CNA’s were what places were looking for. I was beginning to think the whole thing was a waste of time when I saw a job posting at an organization I had never heard of. They agreed to interview me and were fine with me being right out of school. With the slow economy at the time, I was happy to at least get my foot in the door.
When I got there I realized it was an LGBT organization. The organization assisted those in the gay and lesbian community who could not afford assisted care. They needed a male CNA who would goto clients homes and perform personal care and in some cases bath them and help them in their homes. I interviewed with Gavin, the director. I told him I wanted to get immersed in my work because I just broke up with my girlfriend and wanted to forget all of that.
“You are straight?” Gavin asked
"Yes," I said meekly.
“Well,” he paused. “I have hired a couple of straight CNA’s in the past and they did not last long,” Gavin noted.
"Why?" I asked.
“It's the nature of the job. Many of the men are receiving long-term care, they tend to get attached to their CNA’s and well sometimes they get a little touchy-touchy, if you know what I mean.”
Gavin continued, “And with you being young and cute they will really like you!”
I blushed bright red. I told Gavin I really needed the job and work experience and no one else wanted to give me a chance. I fibbed and said I would have no problem handling whatever came my way.
Gavin thanked me; however I left without a job offer. The next morning my phone rang.
“Danny, I would like to offer you the position,” Gavin declared.
I thanked him and told him he would not regret the decision.
The following Monday I reported to work for my first day. I had three appointments on Tuesday. But Monday was just to get acquainted with the staff and Gavin as well as the usual new job paperwork. Tuesday, I prepared for my appointments and went over their files. One was recovering from an accident, another was elderly and the third one was an AIDS patient. The accident patient was about my age. He was a total care patient meaning I had to bathe him from head to toe. Although I had been instructed on how to do this, I never had a live patient to work on. That afternoon I showed up at his apartment right on time. He was nice and friendly and I could tell he assumed I was gay. I figured it would go better if I just let him think whatever he wanted. He was wearing a muscle tee and boxer briefs.
“I hope I am dressed appropriately,” said Ron. “Its just hard to put on a lot of clothes with this cast to deal with.”
I assured him it was perfectly fine.
He obviously worked out a lot. He was in great shape. He broke his leg in a skiing accident and was unable to shower himself. The big moment came and he had to get fully nude for the bath. He pulled his shirt over his head but asked me for help pulling down his boxer briefs. He sat on the edgeof his bed, I got on my knees and pulled down his briefs over his cast. His cock bounced up a bit as the briefs slipped down. That caught my attention and I quickly looked at his cock then looked away. So I put on some gloves and with warm water and a towel I began on his back and shoulders. He lay face down on his bed. I then worked up from his feet to his thighs. He moaned a bit and clenched his ass cheeks together when I got close to his ass. I washed his buttocks and asked him to spread hislegs so I could wash his ass. I finished and asked him to turn over.
He said, “Sorry but I am sure you don’t mind,” and winked at me.
I looked down at his cock realized what he was talking about. It was partially hard and growing.
I told him, "Don’t worry it's natural."
I tried to be as clinical as possible so it would go back down. I washed his chest and stomach trying to avoid anything that would increase his arousal. Then I washed his arms and hands. Then it was time. I gulped and began on his cock. It started to grow again. I had his cock in one hand and began to wash the head and shaft, finally down the base. He was uncircumcised and I had to pull back on his shaft as I carefully washed below his mushroom head. Then I carefully washed each of his balls. I spread his legs and washed under his balls. Finally, we were done. I put a fresh pair of boxer briefs on him and he gave me a hug. We said our goodbyes and I was on my way to the next appointment.
As the weeks went on I got more comfortable with my job. I got used to my male clients and their occasional flirts and innocent touches as well as their cocks and really liked what I was doing. As it turned out the clients were the least of my worries. Gavin, my boss was in his late 40’s. He was an avid cyclist who went on out of town races from time to time. He kept himself in excellent shape. Years before he had started some sort of tech company that he sold for a small fortune. So this organization was his way of giving back to the community. He also had a huge ego and was used to getting what he wanted. He was tall about 6’3” so it made him an imposing figure to me.
Gavin made it very clear from almost the beginning he was attracted to me. It started with longer than necessary stares then complements on my looks and supposed accidental touches which were probably not accidents. I did keep myself in shape by distance running. I had a boyish look about me that got me complements from both women and sometimes men. I was 5’10 and about 140 pounds. The fact that I was straight was some sort of challenge to Gavin and he was relentless. I was able to rebuke his advances but I was much more relaxed when he was out of the office. At least he would do these bike races out of town regularly so I did have to see him everyday.
One day I came into work and learned Gavin was injured in a bike race. Broke both arms and had a concussion. He was laid up out of town in a hospital. He was scheduled to return to town in a couple days. Three days later I got a call from him on my cellphone. I told him how bad I felt for him in his situation and he made me a proposition.
“Danny,” Gavin began. “I am going to need some help for the next couple of weeks, I need someone who can give 24/7 care at least until I am feeling up to it. With these casts both arms are basically useless and the doc told me I need someone around because of the concussion.”
Gavin concluded. “I will pay you $1500 a week with room and board included if you come up to my cabin and assist me.”
I stopped to think about the offer. I could really use the money. It was almost double what I was currently making. I told him I was not sure I was the right one for this.
“Listen, Danny,” Gavin instructed. “I know I get a little silly with you at the office but I assure you I really need your help, you have turned out to be an excellent CNA and I will keep it professional.”
Money talks as they say so I reluctantly agreed.
I had to leave for his cabin that afternoon. It was a long three hour drive up into the mountains. When I got there, he and another guy were waiting for me.
“This is my friend William. He picked me up from airport. He has to get back to town now.” Gavin said.
As Gavin said his goodbyes to William I surveyed the situation. It was a one room cabin. It had a large fireplace and just one big bed. The guy that had been openly flirting with me and trying to get me to bed with him now had me all to himself for two weeks and I would be sleeping in his bed. I began to get butterflies in my stomach. This happened whenever I got nervous.
“The bed, yes we will be sharing my bed," Gavin explained. "Like I said, don’t be concerned, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
What exactly did that mean, I thought? I wanted to stand up for myself and quiz him on this by I just said meekly, “OK.”
“Why don’t you take a shower, there is a towel and robe next to the shower.” Gavin ordered. “You can throw your clothes in the hamper. I am going to just watch a little TV, I am beat. Tomorrow morning you can give me a bath.”
I froze. I realized that the shower was in the room. It was off to the side but with the clear doors and walls I would have no privacy at all. I walked over and turned on the water and let it warm up. I gulped and began to get undressed. Gavin was just a few feet away from me and could have a clear view if he wanted. I took off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks then took a deep breath and pulled off my underwear.
Gavin suddenly chimed in. “If you are wondering the toilet is behind the cabin, sort of a modern outhouse.”
I was trying to keep my back to him but I instinctively turned around as he spoke. He looked me up and down.
“Nice," he mumbled.
I hurried nervously into the shower. I resigned myself to being somewhat on display. I got out dried off and tried to get into my head to get used to being nude in front of Gavin. I slipped on some underwear and the robe.