Chapter 1

I was caught in the Park, My Revenge

I live not too far from a great State Park. It is very well known and has a lot of walking trails. I find it very relaxing there due to the lack of people in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. When Peter is at work, once or twice a week I will go out and just walk. I love to exercise, and I love the fresh air. I just love nature and being by myself.

I always park in the parking lot, and plan on walking two maybe three hours. I always put my hair up, and I wear a light top with baggy walking shorts and my great walking shoes.

This day I arrived just after noon. I met Peter for lunch and I wanted to walk off my cucumber sandwich. After walking for about forty minutes, I stopped at one of the four drinking fountains I always stop at on my walks. (Yes there are many placed throughout the walking paths in the Park.)

As I leaned forward to drink, I heard a sound that caught my attention. No it was not an animal. It sounded like a person.

Anyway, I looked and I saw a man maybe twice my age with a head full of gray hair leaning against a tree, and it sounded like he was crying. That was the first thing that made me look over at him and then I noticed that he had both of his arms wrapped in bandages and both were in two separate slings.

I walked over to him; I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him what was wrong?

He sniffled and told me that he was in an accident a week earlier and he burned both of his arms.

He said, "I have walked this park every day before the accident for five years. Today I finally convinced my nurse that I could do my walk two-hour walk. I insisted that she let me do it alone and she did, and now I am stuck."

I really felt sorry for this man and I just thought he was lost or something. Maybe his arms were hurting or maybe he forgot or lost his pain medicine?

With my hand on his shoulder I rubbed it wanting to comfort him and I asked. "What happened, are you in pain?"

He sniffled again and said, "Yes, Yes I am, but not how you think, I need help. I know I can't make it home to my nurse, it is a good hour walk back down the hill and to my house, it is maybe a forty-five minute walk down to just the parking lot and I will never make it in time."

I said, "Maybe I can run down to the parking lot and call an ambulance for you, or maybe I can find someone who can help us, wait here, I'll go get help."

He said, "No that isn't the kind of pain I am in, I need my nurse, I never considered needing to go to the bathroom, I have to urinate and she is not here to help me. I drank water earlier and I just thought that I could hold it until I returned back to the house."

"I cannot pee my pants, I just can't! I know that if I walk into the men's room over there, I can't unzip my slacks and get my Johnson out. I am so embarrassed I can't hold it much longer and there is no one to help me."

I stood there in shock, of anything that I thought he may say to me, that was not one of them. I was taken by surprise to say the least. I looked down at his crotch and he was pushing out and I figured it was what my husband calls a "piss hard on." He gets them every morning and he is hard until he pees.

My husband and I have been married now for six years and we have a very great sex life. So sex was not on my mind at all. I looked at the man in front of me. I knew that he was in a lot of discomfort if not a lot of pain from holding it.

I looked at his wrapped hands and I could tell that he was not able to unzip his pants and pull his dick out (sorry he called it his "Johnson") I guess it is the age thing. My dad would refer to himself like that every once in a while.

I patted his back and said, "There, there, mister, maybe you could make it down the hill. Maybe we can find a Ranger and he can help you pee."

He sniffled again and said, "I can't, even if you wanted to help me like my nurse would, I don't think I can even make it into the men's room over there."

I looked where he was looking and I saw the brick building with a men and ladies room maybe twenty feet away from us.

I thought to myself, I have seen my brothers, my husbands, and even some in porn movies when I was younger. I mean this was not sexual, he is in pain, besides if his nurse was with him she would help this poor man out. I told myself to just suck it up, be a woman. I should just help this poor man go to the bathroom and pee. It is a natural thing, I mean everyone has to do it, and it was the right thing for me to do at this moment.

I said, "Look mister, I will help you since your nurse is not here, let's try and get you into the men's room."

He looked at me, and for the first time, I realized that he was a very good-looking man maybe in his late forties or early fifties.

He said. "You sure honey, I mean you don't mind helping out an old helpless man like this? I would be indebted to you so much."

He started to walk very slowly and he said, "I can't move too fast it is very hard to control my bladder."

I walked with him looking around for any one to come help me, him, I mean us. Preferably a man so I would not have to see or touch him (if I could avoid it.) I saw no one as we walked in. This was the kind of open rest rooms that did not have any doors, it was one of those wrap around openings so you could go in and once you were in, no one from outside could look in. I took him up to one of the four urinals. We stopped and he just stood there in front of the one we walked up to. All of a sudden it hit me, I had to do something, I mean I actually had to help him out of his pants. I reached down and tried to unzip his trousers.

I say tried, but no matter what I did, I could not get his zipper down. His dick was pushing out and my hand kept brushing against it every now and then. I tugged and tugged. I decided I may get a better grip if I squatted down or knelt down in front of him so I could see what I was doing or what was causing the zipper to hang up. I decided to kneel. I went down on one knee to get a better grip of the tiny little metal stem.

I knew that no matter what I did, I could not get that damn zipper to come down. The man said, "Once in a while that happens, Sandy my nurse has to just drop my pants. Can you undo the belt and pull them down so I can pee?"

I put my other knee down and kneeling there in front of him I reached up in front of me just above my head and I undid his belt. His trousers were tight on his hips so they did not just fall down.

He said, "You are gonna have to pull them down dear, just grab the sides and pull them down please. I looked up at his sad eyes as I reached up placing both of my hands on each side of his hips, I took hold of his trousers, and I tugged on them pulling them down and after a lot of pulling his trousers finally came down with a quick hard pull.

When they came down I was caught off guard, you see when I did manage to pull his pants down while kneeling in front of him, I got a big surprise, (well two really.)

First, he was not wearing underwear. Then when his pants fell to the floor his "Johnson" seemed to pop out as his trousers caught it and it bounce up hitting me on my top lip right below my nose. It then stood straight up and hard as a rock. He was circumcised and the tip was a tiny bit shiny. Now as I told you I have seen men's dicks before, but I had just never seen one like his. He was full, I mean thick. He was big. He was maybe twice the length of my husband Peter.

I will just say it not only surprised me but it caught me off guard to say the least. Here I was with my face just inches from one of the most beautiful cocks that I had ever seen in my entire life. It touched my face for a moment and I could not take my eyes off of it.

I watched him turn and then move his feet to shuffle up closer to the urinal in front of him right next to my right shoulder.

I could not take my eyes off of him. As he moved closer to the urinal he said, "Honey I need you to point it for me, if you don't, my piss will shoot out and go everywhere. We need to point it into the urinal."

I could see his dick sticking straight up and I knew he was right. It had to be pointed down into the urinal. I just reached up and took hold of his cock and I pointed it down, and I heard him make a sound as I put my fingers and hand around him.

I aimed it for him and nothing happened. I looked up at him and said, "Go ahead. Pee, I'm aiming it for you."

He said, "Sometimes when a man holds it as long as I did, we need to prime the pump so to speak, would you just slide your hand up and own the shaft a tiny bit and it should relax the muscle holding the urine."

I did not give it any thought, I mean many times I had to go myself and I had to relax a bit just to start. Now I have never been a nurse, but I am sure if she was there she would do it to help this poor man out. I began moving my hand up and down his shaft; it felt so big and so strong in my tiny little hand. I mean he felt so big in my hand.

I kept looking at the end of his dick hoping to see some sort of reaction to my helping him, I wanted to make sure he peed to get relief, I really hoped that I was doing it right so he could relax and pee.

He said, "Sometimes my nurse Sandy would have to shake it a bit as well, try really shaking it as you pull that love muscle to get me started."

I began shaking and pulling and finely after a soft moan the poor man let loose and he began to pee. I just knelt there to his side aiming it and amazed that I had such a view of a man like this. I mean it was more than just watching a man pee; I was actually holding him and helping him.

I thought it would be a very long pee, (like I go when I hold it for too long.) I was surprised that he did not take as long as I thought. As he finished I let go of him and he quickly said, "Oh no, with men you have to milk out all the urine, or it goes back up into the bladder so we always have to stand here at the urinal a bit longer. We always have to sort of milk it and shake it to get all the left over urine out."