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Bill Mitchell was a lucky man. He had been in a serious motorcycle accident and had some severe injuries, but it was all in his arms and legs. Nothing internal, no head injury, and he would end up with only one scar, that being on his thigh. He had been very lucky indeed. But right now he was confined to a hospital bed with all four limbs immobile in one way or another. Casts, traction, splints, you name it, he had them. Doctors told him he'd recover fully. His golf swing might suffer, but other than that he'd be fine.
He'd been in this place for two weeks now and since he was finally off all pain medication except for some Tylenol and Advil, he was starting to go a little nuts. The doctors had told him it would be at least three more weeks before he could get out of there. Being relatively new in town he didn't have many friends, certainly no real close ones. A few work friends had stopped by a couple of times, but mostly he was lonely and very, very bored. For that very reason he had been happy that Amy, the volunteer nurse's aide had started visiting him a few days ago. Once he didn't need regular nursing care, the hospital had a program for volunteers to come by and visit with, read to and feed (since Bill could in no way feed himself) patients like himself.
Amy was an attractive young woman, girl would be more like it. He guessed she was sixteen, though she had explained that she'd wanted to be a volunteer all through high school, but the hospital had strict rules that you had to be at least 18. Her 18th birthday had been just two months ago. Bill wasn't sure he believed that, she looked no more than 16. Amy had curly strawberry blond hair, eyes the color of emeralds, freckles all over her face, and it was just the right combination to call her extremely cute. She was rather slender and tall and one thing Bill had noticed about her right away were her long, slender fingers. Her hands looked as if she were born to play the piano, though she'd told him she never had. Her breasts were small, but noticeable. But for an ass man like Bill, she was a knockout. She had long, shapely legs that came together to form a tight round ass that would attract attention from any man. And she dressed to show off her attributes to their best. Tight, tight short, shorts. Short skirts. Occasionally very lightweight tight stretch pants. And God what she did to a too small pair of jeans.
Bill even felt guilty when he had any lewd thoughts about the girl. At 36 he was twice her age, and she was a very nice companion. She told him she only had a couple of patients she was assigned to. She planned to go into nursing and really enjoyed the practical experience. She spent at least a couple of hours a day with him. Talking, feeding, reading him the newspaper. He enjoyed it because she seemed much older than her years, it was not like visiting with a teenager. And he couldn't help but have sexual fantasies about her. It was a combination of that great ass and the fact he had not had any sexual relief in a long time. He knew that it was ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. But he was very glad for the company.
Bill noticed a subtle change since her first visit. Amy seemed to be having more physical contact with him. Touching him when she laughed, brushing against him in some way while she was feeding him, things like that. Also the conversations became much more personal. It's to be expected that when you get to know someone better, that you open up, but this was more of a sexual nature. She would ask him about girlfriends (they had established early on that he'd never been married) things like that. But more significantly, Amy was starting to tell Bill about her romantic life. It wasn't long before she'd made it clear she was no virgin. It wasn't terribly overt, but it was starting to get to Bill. Amy seemed to sense, and smile, when Bill would start to shift and squirm because he was having trouble waiting until she left for the fantasies to start running through his brain.
Because they couldn't change any clothes on Bill due to the casts, traction devices and so on, they just left him naked in bed and well covered. Since it was summer and warm out, during the day it was often just a thin sheet over him. When Amy would touch and obviously flirt with him, which she did more and more each day, his cock would react. To Bill's credit he didn't want this to happen and was able to largely control it. But he couldn't keep it from at least starting to swell.
Now would be the time to tell you something about Bill. If you look up the word 'hung' in the dictionary you will see Bill's picture. Bill is not one of these guys you read about who has a foot long dick as thick as a beer can (I doubt there are really men like that, but if there are they are damn rare). Bill has a huge cock! It is an honest ten inches long and about the diameter of the cardboard tube on a roll of toilet paper. This does not make the Guinness Book of Records, but it is a big damn cock. When fully engorged the head is the size of a small plumb. His balls are also very large, each about the size of a golf ball. These are not the dimensions you read about in porn stories, these are the dimensions of a real guy who has a huge package.
The fateful day Amy was discussing her boyfriend issues with Bill and asked him "Bill, do you think size matters?"
Quite taken aback, Bill replied "I'm not sure what you mean, in what way?"
"Well, I have pretty small tits, and guys obviously like girls with bigger ones. Some of my boyfriends have even told me that they wish my tits were bigger. Maybe its why I let them have sex with me. I've even, well
well, I've even, uh you know, oh Hell, I've even given the ones I really like blow jobs. You know to make up for disappointing them with my small tits."
Now Bill was totally out of his element. He really had no idea what to say. My God, this was a girl. And she had befriended him, and now trusted him to be this honest. He was really afraid of messing up. "Well Amy, boys your age may be obsessed with breast size, but its only because they are so immature. They haven't yet learned that the attraction in women takes many forms. Large breasts are a turn on to one man, while something else is more important to another." Bill was sweating a bit, but felt like he had handled that well.
"Well what about in men?"
Now Bill's head was completely spinning, "I'm sorry Amy, you've lost me. What are you asking now?"
"What about size in men, does it make a difference. Look, I overheard the nurses. They didn't know I could hear, but they were talking about how big your cock is."
Bill blushed deeply.
With that she grabbed the sheet and turned it down so Bill's semi hard cock was completely exposed. " I've known it was really big, even through the sheet. I've never been with a boy that had a cock anywhere near that big and all total, I've either fucked or sucked ten different guys. The biggest wasn't nearly this size (she said pointing so as to almost touch it) and you aren't even hard yet. And I want to see what its like to play with a really big one."
Bill was stunned and mortified, "Amy, DO NOT DO THIS, pull that sheet up now!" Bill's cock was definitely starting to shrink. While he may have had his fantasies about Amy, this was out of control and he knew it.
"Aw, Bill. Please let me just have a look. I need to know about this if I'm going to be a nurse. Besides, we're friends now, and after all this time you must be very horny. All the guys I know about want to cum every day or so. You aren't that much older, surely you must be horny after being tied up her for weeks, aren't you?" Amy said all of this with a wicked smile.
Bill tried to regain some control of the situation, but that was not to be "Amy, this isn't right. Please, cover me back up, NOW! Please"
Amy finally reached down and just touched his cock. In spite of Bill's anxiety, Amy had done what she intended during her visits, and as she just rested her hand on Bill's cock, it began to harden. "Wow, its going to get much bigger than I thought. Wow" she really was getting wide eyed. Amy had no frame of reference. She never imagined a cock could really get this big. She slipped her other hand under it so that she now held it with one hand below and one above, and was just lifting it up to look at. This was more than Bill could stand and his massive cock continued to grow.
"Amy, this isn't right, you really need to stop." Bill couldn't help his reaction, but he still had enough control left to realize this was a bad situation.
"Bill, I've given lots of hand jobs in my life. Surely you could use one, couldn't you?" She looked straight into his eyes as she said this, and with an expertise he would never have imagined out of one so young, she slowly pumped his cock. She touched all the right places and she was quickly moving him toward a massive orgasm.
Somehow, against all his male urges, he said "Amy, I really want you to stop, now!" Bill was on the verge of cumming any second. He knew if she didn't stop now he would. As much as he needed to, he really didn't want this to happen.
As she slowed her stroking, for the moment looking at his massive cock, her eyes tracing from one end to the other, then back, she finally said, "Bill, I don't want to do anything you don't want, but I'd love to see this thing cum. Do you really want me to stop now?" But the stroking continued as she looked back to his eyes with a look of complete lust on her face.
Bill was about to lose it. Of course he didn't want her to stop. He wanted to, Hell needed to, cum in the worst way, but he held on to his sense of right and wrong and blurted "Stop!, Yes Amy I want you to stop, NOW!"
She stroked him about four more times. One more and there was no way he could have kept from cumming, though he was trying not to as hard as he could. "Okay, if that's what you want, I will. But we are both going to regret this. And I better go now, we'll talk about it tomorrow." With that she was up and gone. She left him uncovered, but fortunately for Bill, by the time a nurse came in (which was much, much later) he had calmed, and softened to normal, so the nurse just covered him without comment. Evidently assuming someone else had just made sure he was comfortable in the heat.
Amy - the Nurse's Aide Part 2
Amy showed up as usual the next day. As she came through the door Bill's pulse went up. She was wearing very tight, very short shorts, a tight tee-shirt that barely came below her small breasts (and even from across the room it was obvious she had nothing on under it) and a pair of those high-heel platform sandals, that made her legs look great! Bill was confused by his feelings, but he was definitely getting turned on.
