Warning: I'm told I use too many words, so don't expect a short jerkoff story, just a short story by my normal standards.
I tried being brief and lost the plot, so will stick to my own style and letting the story tell itself and be as brief or as long as it needs to be. You have been warned.
Chapter 1
"Mr Waterman, from all the information here I'm sorry to say your prostate cancer has returned."
I really dreaded hearing that, by all accounts the prostatectomy I had four years ago should have solved the problem. I was here with my wife, Wendy, to get the bad news although it was no surprise. A referral from my Urologist to an Oncologist sort gives it away, plus we had already been told before sending us here.
I spoke, "Please call me Graham, we sort of had that idea before arriving," just then noticing I was holding Wendy's hand in my own, we obviously both needed support, "So can I ask why and how it could happen? I had the prostate out a few years ago thinking that should have fixed the problem for good," feeling my hand getting gently squeezed to remind me to calm myself a bit. The Urologist had explained everything, but maybe another point of view might shed some light on things a bit better.
"Yes, that was almost four years ago, unfortunately some of the cancer cells had already left the prostate. These would have been microscopic in size and undetectable. The major growths in the prostate had appeared to be contained although some were very close to the surface. Over time these escaped cells have multiplied and can now be detected. This is the reason you continued having regular blood tests after the operation. The best way going forward is to treat them with radiation treatment. The PET scan is very clear to where the growths have occurred making our job a bit easier.
"I see from your medical history, you have some problems with urinary leakage. Is that all the time?"
"It's not a continual leak, just when I sneeze or such like. After going to the toilet I get some dripping over time. This started when I was having problems with the prostate and has continued after the operation."
"You did the exercises after the surgery?"
"For a while, but life took over and it, sort of, slipped."
"Okay, well the treatment is highly likely to worsen that problem, so I want you to see a Physiotherapist and try to improve it before we start," as she typed into her computer and printed a referral.
The consultation went longer and we spoke of further details of the treatment. My head was spinning with all the information and hoped Wendy could remember the bits I couldn't recall.
Chapter 2
Three days later I was with the Physiotherapist, in her room going through my details. Wendy, my wife, had decided to read her book in the waiting room. Lucy was a knockout, even for a fit athletic woman. Tall, slim and really attractive. It was a pleasure to be forced to sit and talk to her. She also had a wonderful way of speaking as though we were somehow intimate. I wondered if her voice made it seem that way with its melodic, slightly deeper sound. She went through a number of things I should, or should not, be doing including the usual suspects for all ailments. Drink more water and less caffeine and alcohol. Certain foods and other drink types also could be a problem. She had a list of everything, so I just stopped paying close attention to enjoy looking at her and listening to her voice. She started to smile as she neared the end of her information session. Perhaps she had seen I was not paying full attention to her words.
"Now Graham, to help with the drips after going to the toilet, is making certain you drain your urethra after weeing. To start with you will need to push out the liquids after going to the toilet. This should ease the after toilet dripping. After giving your penis the normal shake," at this moment she stood up and faced me moving her right hand to her groin.
I followed her hand to see it make movements that simulated a man shaking his willy after peeing. She was very good at it. What I'm not sure of, is if she was aware that here gym clothing was very tight, giving me an intimate view of the shape of her groin area. The material was so thin it had pulled up into her lips giving me a close up view of her slit as a nice camel toe. Her shaking the penis was really good, but it was obvious she didn't have one hidden in her pants.
"Then after the shake, you will need to use your fingers to extract the liquid through the urethra from your bladder all the way to the end of the penis."
Her actions followed her instructions. I was uncertain at this moment if I should be looking, as it all seemed rather innocently sluttish. I may be over sixty and appear old to this thirtyish woman, but some things never leave a man. We were born to perv on females, and for the most part will perv till we die. So here I was trying to maintain a sense of decorum as a gorgeous and sexy woman was fingering herself. I did what any breathing male would do, I watched with as much concentration as possible. I did however try even harder to not smirk as my thoughts went beyond milking my own piss.
Her fingers dug into her crotch further back than the visible slit portion I could see, and slowly slid forwards to end at where she considered her fictitious dick would be. She even made it like she had a dick between her thumb and fingers squeezing out the liquid at the end. It took all my willpower to drag my eyes up to hers when she spoke again.
It was difficult as her hands repeated the actions as she asked, "Can you see what I'm doing Graham?"
My thoughts went, 'Oh god, could I see what you did. Can I have a turn now on you just so I get the hang of it. Perhaps you could demonstrate that for another ten minutes for me.'
What I actually said was, "Yes, thank you. I can see what I need to do."
"That's good Graham, I could see you were paying close attention. Now we'll go through the pelvic floor exercises. I realise you were probably shown these before after your prostatectomy, but let's go through them again anyway," I nodded and she continued, "You need to tighten the muscles between your legs here," and again with her actions giving me a visual of where they are, using her body for the example. I now had a woman rubbing her crotch in front of me, expecting me to watch every part of it.
"So these muscles can be felt from your anus to your penis," pointing on herself from there to there confirming her words," and it should feel like your scrotum is being pulled up into your body as you tighten the muscles."
'Oh god she actually cupped her fingers below her crotch and made actions like her balls were retracting to her body.'
"Okay now I need you to lie down on the bench with your knees slightly raised and I can make sure you are doing it right. Can you remove your pants," I did as asked without a second thought as this is normal with physio treatments anyway, "and lie on your back please. Now if you can try tightening those muscles for me, I will just need to touch you there so I can check that you are doing the correct area."
I am carrying a small amount of extra weight although I try to look after my body. On this narrow padded bench I was pleased to see a little bit on either side of me. With a small pillow under my knees I tightened the muscles as Lucy prodded and poked my crotch, repeating until she was satisfied. I heard her repeat "Good" a number of times.
"Okay I would like to be able to see some other results of your exercises. It all felt good, but I can get a better idea if I can see it working," this had me bamboozled but I stayed as I was and listened, "Can you stand up and move to in front of the mirror on the door. If it's alright with you, can you remove your underwear for this part?"
I blinked a couple of times as she said this. I'm not a prude, but it's not every day a beautiful woman asks me to drop my pants. She was about to say something more and I considered she might retract the request. I was game to see what the dickens she was heading for, so I pulled off my undies. I'm not worried about showing my cock, it may not be large or anything, but it's what I think is average. It still pokes out even after they removed a section that was the prostate reducing the distance from dick to bladder. I think the bladder slipped into the gap that my prostate had left behind, so my cock seems to have not been pulled back inside too much. I was told the urethra won't stretch to make up the loss of length of the prostate. Something had to give.
So here I was naked from the waist down with a sexy woman, almost half my age, staring at my groin.
"Graham," the way she said that was like we were about to get into a serious sexual situation, such a deep and sensual voice, "I want you to flex your pelvic floor, and when you do that your penis should rise. This is always a good way for you to see if you are doing it correctly at home. So if you can breathe evenly and on each breath out flex your muscle."
I did this half a dozen times as we both intently focused, she on my cock, me on her body. Her slit was still visible in the front of her pants and her top was gaping slightly giving me a nice view of her cleavage.
"Now Graham when you clench your muscles I want you to hold it for three seconds," I tried but this was harder to do, and as she spoke again her hand moved near my cock so she could to point at it, "Good Graham. Now I can see that as you try to hold it you loosen slightly when you take that first breath in. Try again," I did and she was correct as my cock dropped slightly between out and in breaths.
