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I've been away from my PC and LPSG for several months and just now saw this thread. It reminded me of a time, I was 18, when I was bed-bound with an attack of Malta Fever. My folks had hired an older woman (white hair, etc.) who was (as they were called then) a practical nurse. She stayed in my room all the time except to go downstairs for her meals.
My doctor told her to give me enemas if I became constipated and the first time she did I, being inexperienced with enemas and bedpans, crapped on my penis and balls. Of course, I was embarassed and hid the evidence from her when she cleaned me up but several days later she saw some of the dill berries on my scrotum and went to work with warm water, soap and washrag to remove them as I laid on my right side. She then moved around the bed to check my member and finding a need there used the same tools (warm water, etc.) to clean off the vestages of my inexperience. The trouble was that with her handling and the warm washrag, I popped a boner. She stopped what she was doing but with it still in her hand she admitted that when she first saw it (flacid) she was surprised at its size and was sure that in an erect condition ir would probably be remarkable. She asked for the dimensions and nodded acknowledging that they were right. She then asked (still holding and slightly kneeding my woody) if I would like for her to help relieve the pressure "down there". I gave her my immediate permission and she began to slowly stroke as she kept telling me what a nice, BIG peter I had. As much from her talk as from her hand and the fact that it had been a couple of weeks since I had had any action, I quickly began to cum. She held my dick over the washpan and continued to stroke. When I stopped shooting she commented on what a quantity of ejaculate I had expeled and that it must be from lack of activity. She also suggested that "we" would see to it that such a build-up didn't happen again.
That's how it started and while I was in bed (and she was employed) for another four or five weeks, our session took place EVERY afternoon. Usually, in anticipation, I had a hard on ready and waiting for her but there were a few times (too few, sadly) when I wasn't ready for her and to save time creating an erection, she took the head into her mouth and applied some suction and a good amount of tongue action which had the effect of instant stiffening. Then back to the hand job. I always wished that she'd go ahead and suck me off but she never did. She DID find out that my first cum that she witnessed WASN'T from accumulation because I would shoot about the same amount everyday. I never enjoyed being sick so much before or after that.
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My doctor told her to give me enemas if I became constipated and the first time she did I, being inexperienced with enemas and bedpans, crapped on my penis and balls. Of course, I was embarassed and hid the evidence from her when she cleaned me up but several days later she saw some of the dill berries on my scrotum and went to work with warm water, soap and washrag to remove them as I laid on my right side. She then moved around the bed to check my member and finding a need there used the same tools (warm water, etc.) to clean off the vestages of my inexperience. The trouble was that with her handling and the warm washrag, I popped a boner. She stopped what she was doing but with it still in her hand she admitted that when she first saw it (flacid) she was surprised at its size and was sure that in an erect condition ir would probably be remarkable. She asked for the dimensions and nodded acknowledging that they were right. She then asked (still holding and slightly kneeding my woody) if I would like for her to help relieve the pressure "down there". I gave her my immediate permission and she began to slowly stroke as she kept telling me what a nice, BIG peter I had. As much from her talk as from her hand and the fact that it had been a couple of weeks since I had had any action, I quickly began to cum. She held my dick over the washpan and continued to stroke. When I stopped shooting she commented on what a quantity of ejaculate I had expeled and that it must be from lack of activity. She also suggested that "we" would see to it that such a build-up didn't happen again.
That's how it started and while I was in bed (and she was employed) for another four or five weeks, our session took place EVERY afternoon. Usually, in anticipation, I had a hard on ready and waiting for her but there were a few times (too few, sadly) when I wasn't ready for her and to save time creating an erection, she took the head into her mouth and applied some suction and a good amount of tongue action which had the effect of instant stiffening. Then back to the hand job. I always wished that she'd go ahead and suck me off but she never did. She DID find out that my first cum that she witnessed WASN'T from accumulation because I would shoot about the same amount everyday. I never enjoyed being sick so much before or after that.
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