Chapter 6

Terry helped Dale into his chair and followed him into the bathroom.

Dale moved across to the loo, he pushed his cock between his legs and peed. He groaned as the piss squirted out with force as his now working cock helped it on its way. He even felt that he could feel his muscles controlling his bladder better as if some signal it hadn’t been getting was now getting through.

“Oh, my God! That feels so good,” he exclaimed. Having dribbled for months being able to have a proper piss was very satisfying.

Terry grinned as she got the shower going and soon had him moved under the spray. She handed him the soap so he could start washing while she took care of her business. She was amused to watch Dale rubbing the soap into his pubic hair and around his cock and balls.

Dale had a look of utter contentment on his face as he enjoyed the sensations his body was sending to his brain caused by his fingers, exploring and fondling his pride and joys.

Terry hadn’t really thought about how a guy would feel not having a cock to play with.

Even worse, having one and not being able to feel it when touching it. It must have been a tough time for Dale even though he hadn’t said anything to her. She grabbed the washer and started washing his legs.

She noticed the twitches as she worked and was happy to see his toes moving. She looked up as she went to do the other leg and found a hard cock looking back at her. Dale was watching her, and she had little trouble working out that he desired from her.

He hadn’t objected to her taking liberties with his body, and she was still surprised that she had sucked on his cock. She had noticed his fixation on her over the last couple of months. She had become a little worried about it.

She looked at his cock again. He had a very nice cock, and she had enjoyed him fucking her with it. She was, however, worried that he wouldn’t be happy when she had to leave. She hadn’t done a live-in carer job for more than two years.

Patients tended to get fixated on their carer, and she knew she had stepped over the line last night when she made love to him. The problem was for her was that she didn’t regret it.

She knew Dale was more upset by the inaction of his cock more than his floppy legs. She guessed it was a guy thing. She had been surprised when she watched his cock grow after having seen it flaccid for so long. It had been too tempting to ignore.

His groans and moans had told her that he was enjoying what she was doing, and he that he felt her doing it. She had been a bit surprised when he fainted after he came. The blissful smile he gave her when he opened his eyes had been more than worth the small amount of effort on her part.

It hadn’t taken a lot of effort to get him off. Since he hadn’t been able to use his cock for eight months, it made sense that he would be quick off the mark the first time. She was a little surprised by the amount of cum she got for her trouble. She had to swallow several times.

Now she was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t. She had fallen in love with the last patient she had lived with and was devastated when he got pneumonia and died. He had been more incapacitated than Dale and a fair bit older, but she had loved him.

Now she found herself in a comparable situation. The main difference was that Dale might actually get his functionality back. She was worried that she was developing deeper feelings for him. He wasn’t a hard bloke to live with. He was always considerate of her needs too and didn’t like her overtaxing herself on his behalf.

She felt that once he was functional, he would want to get on with life, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to accept it when he didn’t need her anymore. Right now, she was useful to him, and her proximity made it easy for him to focus on her as the most available female.