The first thing he knew after a long deep sleep was a sound.
Someone spoke. The words were "Holy shit." murmured quietly but he heard them, and that seemed marvelous for some reason. In that first moment of consciousness his hearing seemed wonderfully powerful.
He tried to open his eyes and found that difficult, but he got them open just a sliver and saw that he was lying in bed with the covers thrown back and a pretty nurse standing over him. It was her voice that had awoken him.
The nurse was looking down at his body holding a rag and not moving.
She glanced around and then back at his body. Then she shrugged, just a little, and reached out to lift his penis which he now realized was exposed. She proceeded to bath his genitals and he felt profound embarrassment and tried to move to stop her.
That was when he discovered he couldn't move. At all.
He tried to speak, but couldn't do that either. He tried grunting, screaming, shaking his fists, kicking his legs and every other form of controlling his body he could think of. Nothing worked. The only control he had at all was the ability to open and close his eyelids a tiny fraction.
Then he tried to figure out where he was and why. His name was Gerald Nelson, he was thirty two and he worked in Natural Gas as a safety co-ordinator. He had been driving to a well site up north last he remembered. Now he was here.
Looking past the humiliating vision of this pretty nurse washing his penis he saw that his legs were both in casts from the knees down and that one of his arms was as well. He was hooked up to numerous machines via tubes and wires and a thin curtain surrounded the bed he was on. He was clearly in an hospital, but what had happened.
The pretty nurse pulled back his foreskin and began to wash around the head of his penis.
Gerry, as he called himself, had always been embarrassed by his penis. It was big. Oddly big, and it had been the source of a lot of uncomfortable attention in his teens and early adulthood. It was a focal point not unlike a woman's breasts would be if they were enormous. Once people found out about his size it was all he became to them, the guy with the huge cock.
Every guy thought Gerry must love it, but he didn't, because most women were intimidated by it or simply wanted him because of it. Not much in between.
Now this nurse was holding it, obviously intrigued by it. She was still doing her job, but she was working slowly and carefully as if it might bite her.
Gerry's cock, when flaccid like this, was six inches long and between three and four inches around, about the size of an average penis when erect. The nurse was washing him carefully and taking full measure with her gloved hands. He could see her comparing her little hands to it and she bent it around as if testing that it was indeed flaccid.
If he could have moved or said anything Gerry would have asked her to stop. It was mortifying to be displayed and manipulated like a piece of meat, but his paralysis was complete, save for the tiny amount he could open his eyes.
Instead he was forced to lie still while she finished bathing him, but continued to hold his cock. She seemed reluctant to let it go.
Gerry had seen the look in her eyes a few times before in others. That rapt fascination. Some women could not help themselves when confronted with that much manhood.
As she examined him he gazed at her through the tiny slit he could open his eyes. As her exploration of his penis continued Gerry distracted himself by assessing her in return.
The nurse was a sandy haired blonde with tanned skin and a very fit look to her. She looked like an athlete; a runner or gymnast or something that didn't require height. She was only average height, maybe five four or five.
Her face was kind, almost innocent in the way she was looking at him. She was very pretty, not in a Hollywood way, but more like a girl next door kind of way. She reminded him emotionally, if not physically, of a girl he had crushed on in Junior High but had never dared to ask out.
Even then his penis was known. In gym class the other guys had seen it and asked about it. No-one seemed to think it odd to talk about his size. They teased him about it some, but only in a general way. Among the guys it was joked about the same way they joked about Ken the guy who started shaving first, who had a very thick beard early on.
Yet with the girls it was different.
At first it was not spoken of in his hearing, but he could see them checking him out. He could tell when they saw it and what they thought. At that age he, like other boys, would get random erections in school. When he did everyone knew.
When Gerry's cock was fully erect it was ten inches long and just over seven inches around. Very, very big. At thirty two Gerry was five foot eleven and one hundred and seventy five pounds. At fifteen Gerry was five foot seven and one hundred and forty pounds, and yet his cock had already reached full size. (He'd measured a lot back then.) At that size when he got an erection it was like growing a new arm.
How could he approach a girl knowing what might happen in his pants? At that age girls were terrified of that overt and large a sexual offer. Their palpable apprehension spooked him and he avoided talking to girls.
It only got worse in High School when some girls actively sought him out, wanting to see it and touch it. These were the braver girls who seemed willing to experiment with a big cock, but Gerry's self-consciousness didn't allow for him to accept the blatant offers and instead he grew defensive about his cock, not wanting to be defined by it.
Early failures to be able to penetrate the first few girlfriends he eventually did have in college further alienated him from enjoying his endowment. It seemed more like a curse.
If only a girl who looked as cute as this nurse would be able to see him as more than a cock. But this girl was now blatantly stroking his pole, trying to get him hard, probably so she could measure it.
She had both hands around his shaft and she was pumping him up and down. He could feel everything she was doing perfectly so maybe he wasn't paralysed, he thought. Her warm, soft hands felt wonderful. Her slightly open mouth looked sexy, her expression one of shocked amusement.
He could see her cheeks flushing, and the blush spread down her chest under the loose uniform of pajama like t-shirt and slacks. Even as terrified as he was of why he couldn't move Gerry found her so adorable, so sexually compelling that he got aroused by her ministrations.
His cock grew and grew, filling with blood as she jacked him off and he stared at her precious face. She was really cute. Her blue eyes flashed up at his face from time to time, fearing he would wake, and she froze every time she heard a noise. The obvious anxiety she felt, mixed with the amazement and lust she seemed to be feeling gave her an endearingly vulnerable demeanor, which made him want her even more.
When at last his cock was at full hardness she continued to stroke it. She murmured, "Jesus fucking Christ." And then she held her arm up alongside his cock as she pulled it up from his belly.
It ran from her elbow past her fist and was thicker than her wrist and most of her forearm.
"Holy fuck. Where would I put that?" she said it very quietly, but Gerry just made it out.
She reached down and cupped his balls, which were slightly larger than average as well, but not by much.
"What have you got in here, I wonder? How much would come out?" Again she said this very quietly, but watching her mouth he could understand her whispers.
Her warm palm cupping his testes fell wonderful, and her stroking was feeling amazing, it wouldn't be long before he came at this rate. It felt great to have her firm, competent grip on him. He doubted she jacked off a lot of patients, but her hands were used to touching strangers, he was sure. She had a gentle, but firm touch that soothed him. He was able to forget for a time that he was unable to move.
The nurse massaged his balls as she jacked him off, her face getting closer to his cock as she gazed at it intently. He could see from her eyes that she was getting really horny, her lids had dropped lower, and her pupils were getting huge. Her blue eyes were now almost black with pupil.
His lack of movement became an issue once more as he felt the first urges to cum tingle in his balls. He couldn't move his hips or in any way aid himself in cumming. Then he wondered if he should cum. It would probably freak her out, and certainly embarrass him. He felt like a teenaged boy with his first girl. Should he/shouldn't he?
Then he realized he might not have an option in this game. The nurse was still jacking him off but she was pumping him faster, as if she wanted him to cum. But maybe she had no idea he was close, she was getting none of the usual signals a lover might get; no heavier breathing, no moaning, no movement. He couldn't even make a vocal noise at all.
Helpless to stop himself Gerry felt his climax coming on. He tried to think of other things but his mind was blank, all he could think about was her hands on him, the warmth, the smooth feeling as her hands caressed him. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him and he was captivated by watching her cute face, so attentive, so compelled by what she was doing.
Then he began to shoot his load over his belly. His cock contracted and then spurted a gout of thick sperm onto his flat stomach. The viscous white fluid filled the hollow of his belly button as more jism erupted and the nurse, seemingly reflectively, continued her pumping.
Her face was shocked, her mouth opening in a surprised "Oh" as if she hadn't even thought something like this could happen. Still stroking him, her hand moved harder and faster as his jism shot out of his tip.
She moved her face closer, but out of the line of fire. She appeared fascinated by his cock's spasms as Gerry came all over himself.
