The first thing he knew after a long deep sleep was a sound.
Someone spoke. The words were "Holy shit." murmured quietly but he heard them, and that seemed marvelous for some reason. In that first moment of consciousness his hearing seemed wonderfully powerful.
He tried to open his eyes and found that difficult, but he got them open just a sliver and saw that he was lying in bed with the covers thrown back and a pretty nurse standing over him. It was her voice that had awoken him.
The nurse was looking down at his body holding a rag and not moving.
She glanced around and then back at his body. Then she shrugged, just a little, and reached out to lift his penis which he now realized was exposed. She proceeded to bath his genitals and he felt profound embarrassment and tried to move to stop her.
That was when he discovered he couldn't move. At all.
He tried to speak, but couldn't do that either. He tried grunting, screaming, shaking his fists, kicking his legs and every other form of controlling his body he could think of. Nothing worked. The only control he had at all was the ability to open and close his eyelids a tiny fraction.
Then he tried to figure out where he was and why. His name was Gerald Nelson, he was thirty two and he worked in Natural Gas as a safety co-ordinator. He had been driving to a well site up north last he remembered. Now he was here.
Looking past the humiliating vision of this pretty nurse washing his penis he saw that his legs were both in casts from the knees down and that one of his arms was as well. He was hooked up to numerous machines via tubes and wires and a thin curtain surrounded the bed he was on. He was clearly in an hospital, but what had happened.
The pretty nurse pulled back his foreskin and began to wash around the head of his penis.
Gerry, as he called himself, had always been embarrassed by his penis. It was big. Oddly big, and it had been the source of a lot of uncomfortable attention in his teens and early adulthood. It was a focal point not unlike a woman's breasts would be if they were enormous. Once people found out about his size it was all he became to them, the guy with the huge cock.
Every guy thought Gerry must love it, but he didn't, because most women were intimidated by it or simply wanted him because of it. Not much in between.
Now this nurse was holding it, obviously intrigued by it. She was still doing her job, but she was working slowly and carefully as if it might bite her.
Gerry's cock, when flaccid like this, was six inches long and between three and four inches around, about the size of an average penis when erect. The nurse was washing him carefully and taking full measure with her gloved hands. He could see her comparing her little hands to it and she bent it around as if testing that it was indeed flaccid.
If he could have moved or said anything Gerry would have asked her to stop. It was mortifying to be displayed and manipulated like a piece of meat, but his paralysis was complete, save for the tiny amount he could open his eyes.
Instead he was forced to lie still while she finished bathing him, but continued to hold his cock. She seemed reluctant to let it go.
Gerry had seen the look in her eyes a few times before in others. That rapt fascination. Some women could not help themselves when confronted with that much manhood.
As she examined him he gazed at her through the tiny slit he could open his eyes. As her exploration of his penis continued Gerry distracted himself by assessing her in return.
The nurse was a sandy haired blonde with tanned skin and a very fit look to her. She looked like an athlete; a runner or gymnast or something that didn't require height. She was only average height, maybe five four or five.
Her face was kind, almost innocent in the way she was looking at him. She was very pretty, not in a Hollywood way, but more like a girl next door kind of way. She reminded him emotionally, if not physically, of a girl he had crushed on in Junior High but had never dared to ask out.
Even then his penis was known. In gym class the other guys had seen it and asked about it. No-one seemed to think it odd to talk about his size. They teased him about it some, but only in a general way. Among the guys it was joked about the same way they joked about Ken the guy who started shaving first, who had a very thick beard early on.
Yet with the girls it was different.
At first it was not spoken of in his hearing, but he could see them checking him out. He could tell when they saw it and what they thought. At that age he, like other boys, would get random erections in school. When he did everyone knew.
When Gerry's cock was fully erect it was ten inches long and just over seven inches around. Very, very big. At thirty two Gerry was five foot eleven and one hundred and seventy five pounds. At fifteen Gerry was five foot seven and one hundred and forty pounds, and yet his cock had already reached full size. (He'd measured a lot back then.) At that size when he got an erection it was like growing a new arm.
How could he approach a girl knowing what might happen in his pants? At that age girls were terrified of that overt and large a sexual offer. Their palpable apprehension spooked him and he avoided talking to girls.
It only got worse in High School when some girls actively sought him out, wanting to see it and touch it. These were the braver girls who seemed willing to experiment with a big cock, but Gerry's self-consciousness didn't allow for him to accept the blatant offers and instead he grew defensive about his cock, not wanting to be defined by it.
Early failures to be able to penetrate the first few girlfriends he eventually did have in college further alienated him from enjoying his endowment. It seemed more like a curse.
If only a girl who looked as cute as this nurse would be able to see him as more than a cock. But this girl was now blatantly stroking his pole, trying to get him hard, probably so she could measure it.
She had both hands around his shaft and she was pumping him up and down. He could feel everything she was doing perfectly so maybe he wasn't paralysed, he thought. Her warm, soft hands felt wonderful. Her slightly open mouth looked sexy, her expression one of shocked amusement.
