Ben had always been a great athlete and decided that physical therapy was something he'd find very fulfilling. He studied hard and was one of the top of his class. The studying had been informative but the actual work with patients under supervision had been extremely rewarding. He graduated with honors and found a good job in a big hospital and began work. He loved the job but the pay was not what he was expecting and he began to think about another career.

That was when he noticed something on the bulleting board. "Companion Needed" was in big print and under it were the words, "older gentleman needs help in his home" and without thinking Ben added the phone number to his phone. He didn't have time to call since he was almost late to his first patient, but several times during the day, he thought about the notice and began to wonder exactly what kind of help.

At the end of his shift, he stopped in a burger place and ordered his usual, and again without thinking, pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He was surprised when a female voice answered.

"This is Ben Murphy and I am calling about the notice, "Companion Needed".

"Oh, thank God!" came the response. "I was beginning to think no one would call. I will be in Houston with my father for a few more days. Could you drop by soon and discuss this with me?

"What about now?", Ben said, and was surprised by his question.

"Now would be wonderful," she said. "Oh - I'm sorry - I'm Marianne Johnson. I'll be watching for you."

She gave him the address and the hung up. Ben felt something very important was about to happen but wondered if it was because he was hoping something wonderful was about to happen. He drove to the address, parked, and got out. It was then that he realized he was still in his scrubs from work and wondered if he should have changed for the meeting. Since it was now too late, he shrugged and walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

A neatly dressed lady in her early fifties, he guessed, answered and looked at his scrubs. He started to apologize but before he could say anything, he was invited in and asked to sit on the sofa. She left and returned, pushing a handsome white headed man in a wheelchair and stopped it, put on the brakes, and then sat so that the three of them formed a triangle. The man looked at Ben but didn't say anything or even smile.

"This is my father, Stanley Johnson, and he wants to stay in his home as long as he can but he needs a bit of help", Marianne began.

"I don't need any help. I'm doing just fine," were the old man's first unhappy words.

"He needs help with his evening meal and his shower and a few things like that. Otherwise, he is correct that he is doing just fine."

"I'm a physical therapist so it would be easy for me to help him in anything that he needs," Ben began. He realized that he really wanted to help this handsome older man stay in his home and he knew that he could do anything that was needed.

Of course he was hired on the spot and he began his duties that very evening.

"Mr. Johnson, how does chicken and dumplings sound for your evening meal," Ben asked as he looked through the pantry and fridge.

"I don't care, sonny," he answered. "But I don't want to be called Mr. Johnson. Call me Stanley so I won't feel so ancient."

"Stanley it is," he said as he began to prepare the meal. Ben was a good cook but hadn't bothered very often for just himself. Soon he had a delicious meal on the table and a place for three. Marianne came in with a bottle of good wine and they all sat down. Ben noticed that Stanley took a second helping and so did Marianne. After dinner and the polite conversation, Marianne said her good-byes and left. Ben cleaned up the kitchen and pushed Stanley to the living room to watch TV for a bit.

After drifting through the channels to find something for Stanley to watch, he realized that he wasn't interested in the TV at all.

"Stanley, you're not interested in the TV. Do you have something in mind?" Ben asked a bit puzzled.

"You're not going to like it," Stanley muttered, but I'm all backed up. I didn't tell Marianne, obviously, but I need an enema in the worst way. I'm very uncomfortable."

Ben was surprised but not bothered by the request. He went into the bathroom and searched around to see if he could fine the equipment.

"It's under the sink in a box, so the cleaning lady doesn't know about it," Stanley yelled from the other room.

Ben found the box and got the bag, hose, and nozzles out. He put warm soapy water in the bag, and when all was ready, he went in to get Stanley but found that he had rolled himself into the bedroom and was waiting to be helped on to the bed. Ben easily lifted him since he had been trained how to use his own weight to pull the patient up and turn him around to the bed. He lifted Stanley's body and eased a wet-pruf sheet under him. He loosened the buckle and lowered the zipper and slipped Stanley's pants off and put them on a nearby chair. He noticed Stan's thin, lily-white legs and was impressed that they were more muscular than he had expected. Usually wheelchair users loose the muscles from non-use. He turned Stanley to his left side, removed his boxers, and placed his right leg up, leaving his anus exposed and available. He couldn't help but notice a nice penis and large balls fall over as he moved him into position.

"You must know what you're doing," Stanley muttered.

"Yes, I know how to give a good enema. I hope it won't be too bad for you. I'll do my best to be gentle and make it as easy as possible," Ben stated to keep the conversation on a professional level.

He put a bit of lube on the old man's opening and gently rubbed his finger around the hole, being careful to be gentle but firm. He slowly pushed against the sphincter and felt it relax and allow him to insert his finger to lube the inside for the nozzle. He twisted his finger around to be sure it was all lubed and heard Stanley let out a soft sigh.

"You okay so far, Stanley?" Ben asked.

"Better than okay. That feels really good. And you might as well call me Stan if you're going to have your finger up my butt," he said in a rather teasing voice.

Ben smiled to himself and pulled his finger out, wiped if off, and pushed the nozzle in to take it's place. He opened the hose and the warm soapy water began to enter Stan's colon and fill him up. Every few moments, Ben would stop the flow and let Stan get used to the fullness, then let in a bit more and repeat the process. Soon the contents had emptied and Ben removed the nozzle. He replaced his finger in the opening to keep the water from leaking out and felt the sphincter muscles grab and hold on.

"Let me know when you need to expel the water," Ben, said and twisted his finger a bit.

"I'm ready now," Stan muttered and lifted himself up to his elbow.

Ben quickly removed his finger, slipped one arm under Stan's chest and another under his legs and easily lifted him from the bed and walked quickly to the commode and helped Stan sit. There was a rush of water and Stan moaned with pleasure as the full belly pushed the contents out with the water. When he had had several rushes of water, he said he thought he was empty and Ben helped him stand. He put his arm under Stan's arm and lifted so he could help him walk back to the bed. As he looked down, he thought he detected a bit of arousal in Stan's cock. It was definitely firmer than it had been at the beginning.

"One more enema and you'll be feeling a lot better," Ben announced and helped Stan into position on the bed. He got the warm water ready and went back in. "I need to add more lube since then enema has washed the other away," he said in a matter-of-fact voice."

"Good," Stan said, "that was the best part."

Ben smiled to himself as he lubed the rectum and spent more time than needed just for Stan's pleasure. He inserted the nozzle and let the warm water slowly enter until he could tell Stan was uncomfortable. He waited a bit and let the rest of the water in. He again lifted him and placed him on the commode and heard the water rushing out.

"While we're here, shall we go ahead with the shower and get you ready for bed?" Ben asked but didn't wait for an answer. He turned the water on to warm up and helped Stan out of his outer shirt and t-shirt. He found something very appealing about the old man's white skin that hugged his ribs and let them show. He helped Stan to stand and enter the walk-in shower, noticing his semi-erection, and sit on a nice teak stool. He took the hand-held spray and starting at his back, sprayed him all over. He then filled his hand with body-wash and began scrubbing Stan's back, neck and legs. He then added more soap and began on Stan's chest. He washed the old man all over and took Stan's hand and filled it with soap. "That's for your genital area," he explained.

"I was hoping you'd do it for me," Stan said but set about washing himself with a wicked smile on his face. It was at that point the he grabbed the sprayer and sprayed Ben with it. He let out a loud giggle and bounced up and down on the stool laughing. Ben immediately removed his clothes and got in the shower and pulled the spray away and returned the act, laughing also. Suddenly Stan reached over and hugged Ben's naked body to his and held on tight for a bit and then let go. It was very emotional but not exactly sexual. They finished the shower and Ben dried Stan and himself and then naked, helped him out of the shower stall and to the bedroom.

"They're in the bottom drawer," Stan announced as Ben searched for the pajamas. "I want the silk ones," he added and Ben saw the black shiny pajamas. "I was saving them for best, but this IS the best."

They sat and visited for a bit while Ben's scrubs were in the dryer. He was comfortable being nude with Stan and they had a nice conversation going about Ben's therapy work.

"I'll be anxiously waiting for you tomorrow evening when you come back to cook something wonderful for me and a fun shower," Stan said and Ben felt a happiness flood over him as he realized that he was making an older man happy again.