This past May I took a really bad spill on my bike, broke both my wrists trying to break the fall and fractured my right femur in four places. I was in the hospital for six weeks and finally when the day came for me to come home I was so relieved that I wept.
Because my dad is poor and my mom left us when I was six we were really in a bind as I needed help with everything. I could get my junk into a urinal to piss and stuff but the daily bm was a chore and as close as my dad and I are he just wasn't feeling up to helping his teenaged son out in that way. I had half casts on my forearms and wrists and could use my fingers to type and text but not for anything else. Finally I asked my dad about uncle Frank who I knew was a nurse. He checked with the insurance and it turned out that we could get a home health aide for four hours or my uncle Frank (he's not really an uncle but he's so close to my dad that I've always called him uncle) for two and I felt that as embarrassing as it all was it was still going to be better to have my uncle Frank if he was down for it.
As it turned out he was just about to leave for vacation anyway and didn't have plans and so my dad talked him into taking me to his cabin with him and told him he would pay him the insurance money. Uncle Frank didn't even hesitate.
So he picked me up and off we went. Now you need to know I have never had any sexual attraction to any man at any time. I did have wicked strong feelings for my lacrosse coach junior and senior years but it never felt sexual. I'd seen my uncle Frank naked a hundred times, showered with him on camping trips for years (my dad too) never an iota of sexual feeling...ever although I do remember thinking how manly Uncle Frank was with a full hairy chest when my dad and I were both pretty smooth except around our crotch and under our arms.
For better or worse the drive to Uncle Frank's cabin was six hours and four in I had to pee. We pulled off to the rest stop and he went in and relieved himself and then came back to help me with the urinal. Just having him take my junk out and position it into the urinal gave me instant wood and my wood arches back towards my belly so its hard to piss into a urinal that way.
I was mortified and I mean intensely so. He chuckled as he tried to position my stiffy in a way that i could piss without gravity soaking me in my own piss. I profusely apologized because that wood was not going down but uncle Frank didn't even bat an eye. He asked me if I'd relieved myself since the accident and I told him I pissed a few times a day at least all along. He said, 'no, I mean, you know..." and he pointed to my wood which was finally just starting to go down until he started talking about it and it sprung back into its fully arched and throbbing position. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.
Then the most amazing thing happened. He pulled the seat back down so I was lying in a prone position, reached into his bag in the back and pulled out some lotion and without saying a word started to stroke me. I shot in like five seconds and it was a massive load...well maybe a few minutes but it felt like seconds and it felt amazing.