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."
