I am a student nurse in a large hospital, and last week something happened that I cannot keep to myself any longer - I just have to tell someone. A young man called Simon was admitted to my ward. He had been in an accident, (fallen off a ladder), and had broken both his arms. He had also damaged bones in his shoulders and the plaster cast immobilised his arms completely. This rendered him effectively helpless and we had to do nearly everything for him. I attended to him for most of the day, and chatted to him about all sorts of things and got to really like him. Simon was quite good looking and I suppose that I did let the conversation between us get a little flirtatious. Nurses are supposed to be like that, right? Later in the afternoon he rang the bell and called for the urine bottle. I brought one to him and closed the screens around his bed. "You will have to help me," he said, looking rather embarrassed. "It's alright" I joked, "I've done it before!" I pulled the bedclothes down and undid the cord of his pyjamas to take his penis out and I think I gasped aloud at what I saw. I had seen many penises in my life, even before nursing, but I was quite unprepared for this. A huge shaft extended down his right thigh, as thick as my forearm; I had to pull his pyjamas almost down to his knees to reveal the head. He was circumcised and the knob was enormous, it looked almost as big as a tennis ball!
I was fascinated by the size of it, and could feel a hot blush spreading rapidly over my face. Far from being professionally competent I was reduced to the same fumbling idiot that I had been when I first started nursing. I tried to regain my composure but as I reached out to touch him I could see that my hand was shaking. I took hold of the shaft and positioned the head in the mouth of the bottle. It only just had room to fit inside! I couldn't look at his face as I held his penis; I felt certain he would see that I was getting very turned on by his amazing organ. I held him and waited for him to pee but nothing came - instead his cock began to get harder and lift upwards from between his legs. I made a futile attempt to keep the head in the bottle but soon he was pointing up into the air at about 45 degrees and it was clear that he couldn't pee at that angle. I put the bottle to one side and let go of him - his cock kept on rising and I stared at it, mesmerised as it bobbed and jerked. Finally I had to look at him; he was watching me, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry, Nurse," he said, "I can't help it." His cock passed the vertical and fell onto his stomach with an audible thud. I couldn't believe how big it was; it was easily as long as a 12 inch school ruler, and extended several inches past his navel, almost to his breastbone. I picked up the bottle again and pulled his cock over to his side and placed the head in the opening. The touch of my hand on him only made him harder.
"I don't think I can pee when its like that," he said. "Should I come back later?" I asked. Simon nodded and I put the bottle on the cupboard by the bed, covered him up and left him alone. I tried my best to get on with some work but all the time I was fantasising about his huge cock, trying to imagine it inside me, wondering if that was even possible.
My crotch was soaking and I had to go to the toilet and put some tissues in my pants. I touched my clitoris - it was deliciously swollen and I stroked it briefly, almost giving in to the temptation to bring myself off. About twenty minutes later I went back to his bed. I pulled the screens around us again and drew the bedclothes down. I expected to see a limp penis and was amazed to see that his cock was now hugely erect; thick curling veins bulged on the surface of the shaft and the head was swollen incredibly, the shining purple dome was oozing a steady stream of precum onto his chest. If I didn't know it was impossible I would swear that he must have been masturbating to get into that state.
I sat on the chair by his side and asked, "Do you think its ever going to go down?" "It doesn't look like it," he said, "its getting quite painful, Nurse - I really do need to pee badly." I looked at him and he seemed to be in real discomfort. The pressure of his bladder was preventing his erection from subsiding, and I suspected that he was also allowing himself to have wicked thoughts; he had certainly stiffened very rapidly when I had first held his penis. It was clear that something had to be done. I checked that the screens were secure and with my heart rate quickening I took hold of his cock, wrapping my fingers round the thick shaft as I lifted it up from his belly. He might have thought I was going to try and get him to pee again but I dispelled those ideas instantly when I started to move my hand purposefully up and down on his shaft. "Ooh, Nurse!" he groaned. I put the fingers of my free hand over his lips, "Sssh, keep quiet!" He nodded in understanding. His cock was so big I reckoned I needed to use both hands and while my right hand worked at steadily milking his shaft I wrapped my left hand round his glans, marvelling at how the initially spongy helmet stiffened and swelled to amazing hardness. I coated my fingers with his precum and smeared it gently over his glans, he shivered and moaned and I knew he was loving it. By now his cock was incredibly swollen; I couldn't believe that my fingers and thumb wrapped around it wouldn't touch! I felt dizzy with lust and excitement and started to move my hand faster, gripping the shaft tightly just below the head. He moaned softly and I looked at his face. He was breathing heavily as he watched my hand moving on him; he started to move his hips, thrusting upwards in time with my movements. "Nurse, nurse!" he gasped and it was clear that he was getting very close. I looked at his glans, it was alarmingly swollen, dark purple in colour like an enormous ripe plum. He groaned again and arched his hips upwards and I tightened my grip and pumped my fist on him with rapid strokes.
I watched his face grimace in ecstasy and then his cock bucked in my hand and a huge stream of semen shot from him, right over his head, splashing against the wall. Thick drops spattered down on his face and chest. I quickly put my free hand in front of his cock to catch the spurts; semen hit my palm with such force that it ricocheted off in all directions. I wrapped my hand over his spurting knob, trying to contain the deluge, feeling spurt after spurt of creamy sperm gushing hotly against my palm. I felt the beginnings of orgasm between my legs; I was so turned on that I am sure the slightest touch would have made me come. Slowly his spurts reduced to a trickle and I surveyed the scene.
