I was going down the hall of the Independent Senior Apartments where I live and saw a man in a wheelchair trying to open his door. He was rattling the keys when they slipped from his hand to the floor.

"Let me help," I said as I reached down and picked up the keys and handed them to him.

"Thank you," was mumbled as he took the keys and began trying to unlock the door again. He dropped the keys again and let out a string of curse words. "I don't usually have this problem," he said with disgust.

I picked the keys up again and handed them to him. He took the keys but didn't try to unlock the door.

"Want me to try?" I asked.

He didn't answer but handed me the keys. I picked the one that looked like the door key, inserted it, turned the key and the door opened. I pushed it all the way open so he could wheel himself in and handed him the keys.

"Thanks," he said.

I turned to leave and said as I reached the door, "Anytime."

I waited to be sure he could get his wheelchair in and close the door. He turned his wheelchair around and looked at me standing in the door. I smiled and said, "I'd be glad to help you anytime. I live in the apartment at the end of the hall on the right."

"Are you a nurse?" he asked without looking up.

"No, I'm not a nurse, but I did get training from the physical therapy department when I was taking care of my wife. They showed me how to transfer her from her bed to her wheelchair and back again. And I also learned how to help her get in the shower. I became quite good at meeting her daily needs."

"Could you - - - - -," he began and stopped. He looked up at me with a quick, pained glance and then back down.

"Could I what?" I asked. "I'm sure I could help you if you need something."

"This is embarrassing. I've never asked someone to do this before," he muttered without looking up.

"Please just ask", I replied. "I haven't been bothered by a question in a long time. I can't remember when."

"I need an enema and I can't give it to myself," he said I saw a blush flow over his face.

"Enemas can be VERY pleasant," I answered and walked over to where he was sitting. "Want me to give you an enema now?"

"You wouldn't mind?" he asked in disbelief? "You sure?

"I have given more enemas than I can count on my fingers and toes and don't mind at all. In fact, I rather enjoy giving a good enema," I answered with a smile. "Let's get started." I got behind the wheelchair and wheeled him to the bed and helped him transfer. I helped him remove his sweatpants and boxers. "You want to keep your shirt on?"

"Yes," was all he answered.

I went into his bathroom and looked beneath the sink. There was the equipment that I would need. I began the water running in the sink and hooked the nozzle to the hose. When the water was the proper temperature, I filled the bag and added a squirt of liquid soap and stirred it a bit. I went back in the bedroom and helped him turn to his left side and raise his right knee. I got some of the lube on my finger and rubbed it on his anus. I circled the tight hole several times and saw him shiver. I circled a few more times and then let my finger slip inside just to the first joint. After waiting for a few moments, I let it slip the rest of the way in and twisted it to be sure all of the inside was well lubed. I got the nozzle, placed it against the opening and circled again before I slipped it in. I was rewarded with a soft moan and knew that it had slipped in without pain. I opened the valve and let the warm soapy water start flowing in.

"You doing alright?" I asked to be sure the water wasn't flowing too fast.

"Doing fine" he answered.

I stopped the flow when the bag was half empty and let him rest for a few moments. Then I opened the valve again and let more water in.

"I've got to go," he said suddenly, and began to get up. I removed the nozzle and put his arm over my shoulder and helped him to the toilet. When he sat, I heard the water suddenly rush out and he moaned again. After several rushes of water, he said he was through and I helped up, flushed the toilet, and helped him back to bed.

"I'll get the next enema ready. We need to wash the soap out," I explained and soon had the enema ready. I reapplied the lube and circled the opening several times before I inserted my finger. He let out another moan so I kept slipping my finger in and out for a bit. Then I removed my finger and inserted the nozzle again. I let the water flow in at a faster speed than before and soon he had taken it all. I reached over and massaged his belly to help him retain the water. He let out a gasp and then was very quiet. He slowly moved from his side to his back and I could tell his dick was much bigger than before. He put his hand on my hand and slowly pushed it down so that my hand was over his cock. My finger still had the lube on them so I took his growing member into my hands and lubed it by grasping it in my fist and sliding my hands up and down. By this time, he was rather hard and I could tell that he was enjoying the lubing very much. I added a bit more lube and began to slide my hand up and down his shaft in a regular motion. He moaned again and I saw a shiver shake his body. I kept the movement going and reached under with my other hand and circled his anus again. He began to breathe faster and harder and I began to jack him at a faster pace. I inserted my finger and then two. When I did that, he had a sudden intake of air and began to lift his hips up and down to increase the jacking. He moved faster and faster and then his body stiffened and I felt hot cum shoot out on my hand and all over his belly and chest. I kept jacking him until he stopped me.

"I can't stand it anymore," he muttered. "That was wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did also," I answered.

He suddenly started trying to get up and I helped him sit up, walk to the toilet and sit down. I heard the water rush out and he groaned again as large waste plopped out. I flushed the toilet to get rid of what he had expelled just as he let another rush of water flow out. After a while he cleaned himself and I helped him up and to the bed.

I turned the sheet and cover down and helped him in. He was quiet for a long time and I thought he had gone to sleep.

"Thank you," he began. "That was the best enema that I've ever had. I don't know how to thank you."

"No need. I'm glad I could help you. Let me know if you need help again."

I turned out the overhead light leaving only his bedside lamp for light. I walked to the door, let myself out, and continued walking down the hall to get my mail. I smiled as I remembered him pushing my hand down. I felt a movement in my brief and thought I'd have a good enema and a jack off when I got back to my apartment. Nothing quite like taking care of urges that come from all kinds of inspiring things.