I just have to tell someone. A young man called Johan was
admitted to my ward. He had been in an accident, (An big machine
had tipped of the delivery truck smashing his hip bone).
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.
Johan was not bad 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 the beck of the flower vase
standing on the dresser; I had to pull his pyjamas almost
down almost to his knees to reveal the head. He was circumcised
and the knob was enormous, it looked almost as big as a billard
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 10 inch ruler, and
extended past his navel towards 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. Johan 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 blue/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.