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This is a true story a friend told me. He does not write but was so good I had to write it and share it for him. Names have been changed. I tried to pull as much detail as I could to make it more porn story like. I write it in first person for easy reading, as if it was me, but it was about him.
My friend is an in-home care giver for the disabled and often must makes rounds each day of 4 to 5 homes. Although the doctors will not confirm, he and a patient, now his friend, believe it was masturbation that helped him walk again.
Disabled people are people too and often in as much need, sexually, as anyone else. For some, it can be one of the few remaining pleasures they might enjoy.
Fortunately, this issue is becoming understood now and talked about. Dodson and Ross have written about it and the British health system even covers for this in some cases. "An ejaculation a day" is a human right according to them. They permit care givers to help masturbate disabled patients if they need but are unable to do so on their own.
To me, the willingness to stroke off such a person is selfless and confirmation of an equal attitude of them as people. They are deserving of respect, care, and handjob as the rest of us.
I am a licensed caregiver, age 25, and just starting out. I have to be very carefull discussing this.
I became aware of the issue of masturbation and the disabled when I cared for this guy, Ron, who was wheel chair bound from a bicycle accident. Just 19 years old and barely in his prime. Athletic, a straight/hetero but highly sexual guy already, then this happened.
Not long after being assigned to him he confessed to me that he worried about his ability to still perform sexually. The issue was sort of pushed on us during our daily sponge bath. I knew he was well endowed and still got erections (very often in fact) from helping change his sheets and underwear. For the 1st time, one arise during his bath and stood there catching us both speechless and staring for a moment.
Although he was still able to ejaculate, he said it was retarded and not as often and full as he was used to before the accident. His hands were very weak and uncoordinated so it was very tiring for him. Sometimes he could not keep it up to completion. He confessed he had to cum so badly sometimes but there was no other recourse since he had no girlfriend.
He was in physical therapy for his hands but process was very slow going. Also, he was too shy to roll his wheelchair into a porn shop and buy a masturbation tube or even to ask someone to buy it for him. "The disabled are not supposed to do that!" After all.
We talked a lot and got very comfortable with each other. I would make my daily visit to help clean and organize, check his medications and reflexes, help him bath each day. His erections happened every bath now.
Even though he and I are straight, he could just not help but get erections when I bathed and sponged him. Tall, hard and proud it was. I identified myself as hetero at the time but it was no big deal for me given my training. He was embarrassed though. We would casually talk and joke about it, perhaps out of his nervousness. I still had clean his penis though. Whenever I sponged up and down the length of his shaft and them rub his head with it. Erect or not it must be cleaned! It was always funny to me since this would overpower his control, causing him to twitch or lurch and hd would roll his eyes back for a moment. He fought hard to hold back a moan. To be honest, I, stroked his shaft with the sponge and massaged its head more than it really called for to watch him react. It was just too funny. I would stop and he would apologize. He was very embarrassed about his need to masturbate but needed to ejaculate. I'd tell him I understood- nothing to be ashamed about. To put him at ease, I admitted that Even though I was having intercourse with my girlfriend several times a week, I still masturbated as often as I did before we met. He prodded me and relented 3 to 5 times a week. He got very hard and started stroking his erection to pacify it. I handed him some lotion and encouraged him to do it before his erection softened. I left him to himself until he was done. I could hear him struggling through the door 20 minutes sometimes. I would check on him occasionally to make sure he was not slipping into the water, always making sure to compliment and encourage him. This became routine.
After he was done he would call me back in and I would clean his torso and cock again, wiping up his cum.
This went on for two weeks. His cum had really increased. Very ample by now. He finally got so comfortable with me he started talking about his penis and my sex life; when and how my girlfriend sucked me, how I masturbate, how it felt while I was ejaculating and how much cum I made; His c***dhood experiences masturbating and with another guy, mine. Got real personal. I eventually admitted to him that I wish I had his cock, I envied his cock- 8" long, wide, stands straight and tall, his head swelled very plump and red. I moved the sponge slowly up and down him while we talked, forgetting what I was doing, forgetting the time. A real stud, made for sex I said. It was true but I was also trying to help him feel better about himself. Instead, tears stream down his face. It was then that Ron finally admitted to me his dilemma about not being able to ejaculate like he needed to. his weak ejaculation was causing him to have masturbate more often for the same total pleasure but his hands were weak and tired too fast.
Out of a sincere concern for him, I surprised myself. I told him I understood his need and that it was so important to ejaculate strong for his health and sanity. I try not and talk about other patients but I admitted that I have sometimes had to assist elderly men ejaculate for semen samples for lab work. We only have a short time at each visit and leaving it to themselves can take all day sometimes. That's common so why should doing so for the disabled be any different. Common for veterinarians also. Once I had to do it several times on this one gentleman before I finally got a clean sample. Turns out he was intentionally contaminating it when I wasn't looking. It was a joke on me and we both laughed about it but I didn't look away on the sixth try and it was finally clean. I figured he just like me jerking him off. Ron liked that story.
Ron finally came to terms with himself and got up the nerve to ask if I would help him get through this rough patch. I agreed and at no xtra charge since I couldn't bill for it anyway but also because I wanted to help him.
During the next bath, instead of leaving, without a word I moved him the the bed and he laid down. I lotioned my hand and gripped hold of his erection. It just gave him so much pleasure to finally feel a snug grip, completely around his cock moving up and down its entire long length. He moaned and his whole body shook. I started rubbing his head with my other hand while my grip rose and fell along the length of his shaft. I remember his cock swelled larger and became rock hard. It's head swelled even more and turned beat red. Then his legs even started twitching which was not supposed to be possible. He was shaking, clenching his teeth, his eyes were rolled back showing only the whites. His breathing got shallow and fast, panting. He seemed to be going into convulsions. I kept it up but asked him how he was feeling. He was non-responsive, unable to even talk. I really wanted to keep going but I was also worried about him, that I might be doing damage and would be in a boatload of trouble for it! I slowed down and was about to stop to check his vitals when hands joined mine to keep me going. Such a relief. I increased my speed. When it got too much for him, he would slow my hands down, almost stopping, and his cock pulsed in my hand. Although he was not ejaculating yet, it was oozing a sizable amount of per-cum so I knew we were making progress we didn't need more lotion. When the pulsing subsided he would increase my speed again. This went on and off for another 15 minutes. My own hands were getting tired so I could not imagine how he had been able to keep this up himself for these past few weeks. Poor guy.
He started shaking again and I could finally begin to feel feel his cum rising and then running out over my hand. I loosened my grip but kept on pumping, just like with my own cock when I cum. His hands fell away and gripped his own ass. I thought that was it, but then, like a fountain being turned on, his thick white stream lifted way up into the air, then another, and another. His torso arched and shook and legs twitched more. He seemed to pass out for a moment. He had left quite a mess for me to clean. He ejaculated way more than I ever did so I felt very good for him.
He slowly came to and could talk again. He thanked and went on and on about how good it was. He kept apologizing for imposing. I told him it was my pleasure and, surprisingly, I watching him respond to my hand. It gave me an unexpected sense if accomplishment to make him shake so uncontrollably then ejaculate like that. He was relieved when I told him I would respect him no less for his need and I considered him a friend for entrusting me with such a personal, sensitive dilemma. Then I told him about how it got his legs twitching and he could not believe it. So needs aside, I thought we should do this daily for a week to see if it helped his legs. He accepted the challenge.
The next day was essentially the same but a little less cum, of course.
Then the next day and the next day.
I found myself getting erections while doing him so I had to start masturbating myself as I masturbated him. That made him want it more and cum more. After a week of this he returned from the neurologist with great news. Motor nerve responds and some feeling in his toes. Dr. said whatever we were doing, keep it up.
Another week of this passed. It surprised me that I was able to ejaculate this often yet I still craved and enjoyed it each day with him. I was, after all, screwing my girlfriend 4-5 times a week plus cumming with Ron daily (7 days a week) and still masturbated a couple times a week on my own just thinking about it all. That's as much as 14 a week. I had to do something about it.
I bought him a fleshlight to use when I'm not there. I used it on him so he would know how to work it. Since he cums with me around noon, I suggested he use it at bedtime. I was sort if hoping he may not need me as often so I would not need to masturbate with him as often.
He really took to it. I would arrive each day, clean it up for him and prepare it for the cumming evening. After a week of this, he could feel progress in his legs so he asked me if he should use it at dinner also. I persuaded him to use it in the morning instead, then at bedtime as usual. I was concerned that masturbating twice after my noon handjob would place his ejaculations too close together and diminish the feeling. He struggled with it at first but adjusted. He joined an online fleshlight user support group a easily got a Cialis prescription from his Dr. He was determined.
With my encouragement, he continued for another 10 weeks, me using my hands and he using the fleshlight in between, 2, 3, then 4 times a day. He still needed it at noob so I was still having to masturbate with him. I just could not resist. If I tried putting it off, my urge built up after seeing him cum that I had to drop everything to masturbate after, putting our tight schedule in disarray. Best to just do it with him.
His hand strength improved and his leg muscles were returning. I was no longer needed since he was no longer classified as hemeplegic.
I still kept in touch and visited on occasion. A year later and he was getting around with crutches and self sufficient. He kept up his ritual and whenever I popped in was just about the time he had to masturbate. Never failed. My poor timing made us both laugh. Luckily, still being on disability and at home allows him to continue at his therapy at his convenience as often as he feels he the need to. He learned to walk and I learned I was Bi We both learned to masturbate a lot and can't imagine how we ever survived before.
My friend is an in-home care giver for the disabled and often must makes rounds each day of 4 to 5 homes. Although the doctors will not confirm, he and a patient, now his friend, believe it was masturbation that helped him walk again.
Disabled people are people too and often in as much need, sexually, as anyone else. For some, it can be one of the few remaining pleasures they might enjoy.
Fortunately, this issue is becoming understood now and talked about. Dodson and Ross have written about it and the British health system even covers for this in some cases. "An ejaculation a day" is a human right according to them. They permit care givers to help masturbate disabled patients if they need but are unable to do so on their own.
To me, the willingness to stroke off such a person is selfless and confirmation of an equal attitude of them as people. They are deserving of respect, care, and handjob as the rest of us.
I am a licensed caregiver, age 25, and just starting out. I have to be very carefull discussing this.
I became aware of the issue of masturbation and the disabled when I cared for this guy, Ron, who was wheel chair bound from a bicycle accident. Just 19 years old and barely in his prime. Athletic, a straight/hetero but highly sexual guy already, then this happened.
Not long after being assigned to him he confessed to me that he worried about his ability to still perform sexually. The issue was sort of pushed on us during our daily sponge bath. I knew he was well endowed and still got erections (very often in fact) from helping change his sheets and underwear. For the 1st time, one arise during his bath and stood there catching us both speechless and staring for a moment.
Although he was still able to ejaculate, he said it was retarded and not as often and full as he was used to before the accident. His hands were very weak and uncoordinated so it was very tiring for him. Sometimes he could not keep it up to completion. He confessed he had to cum so badly sometimes but there was no other recourse since he had no girlfriend.
He was in physical therapy for his hands but process was very slow going. Also, he was too shy to roll his wheelchair into a porn shop and buy a masturbation tube or even to ask someone to buy it for him. "The disabled are not supposed to do that!" After all.
We talked a lot and got very comfortable with each other. I would make my daily visit to help clean and organize, check his medications and reflexes, help him bath each day. His erections happened every bath now.
Even though he and I are straight, he could just not help but get erections when I bathed and sponged him. Tall, hard and proud it was. I identified myself as hetero at the time but it was no big deal for me given my training. He was embarrassed though. We would casually talk and joke about it, perhaps out of his nervousness. I still had clean his penis though. Whenever I sponged up and down the length of his shaft and them rub his head with it. Erect or not it must be cleaned! It was always funny to me since this would overpower his control, causing him to twitch or lurch and hd would roll his eyes back for a moment. He fought hard to hold back a moan. To be honest, I, stroked his shaft with the sponge and massaged its head more than it really called for to watch him react. It was just too funny. I would stop and he would apologize. He was very embarrassed about his need to masturbate but needed to ejaculate. I'd tell him I understood- nothing to be ashamed about. To put him at ease, I admitted that Even though I was having intercourse with my girlfriend several times a week, I still masturbated as often as I did before we met. He prodded me and relented 3 to 5 times a week. He got very hard and started stroking his erection to pacify it. I handed him some lotion and encouraged him to do it before his erection softened. I left him to himself until he was done. I could hear him struggling through the door 20 minutes sometimes. I would check on him occasionally to make sure he was not slipping into the water, always making sure to compliment and encourage him. This became routine.
After he was done he would call me back in and I would clean his torso and cock again, wiping up his cum.
This went on for two weeks. His cum had really increased. Very ample by now. He finally got so comfortable with me he started talking about his penis and my sex life; when and how my girlfriend sucked me, how I masturbate, how it felt while I was ejaculating and how much cum I made; His c***dhood experiences masturbating and with another guy, mine. Got real personal. I eventually admitted to him that I wish I had his cock, I envied his cock- 8" long, wide, stands straight and tall, his head swelled very plump and red. I moved the sponge slowly up and down him while we talked, forgetting what I was doing, forgetting the time. A real stud, made for sex I said. It was true but I was also trying to help him feel better about himself. Instead, tears stream down his face. It was then that Ron finally admitted to me his dilemma about not being able to ejaculate like he needed to. his weak ejaculation was causing him to have masturbate more often for the same total pleasure but his hands were weak and tired too fast.
Out of a sincere concern for him, I surprised myself. I told him I understood his need and that it was so important to ejaculate strong for his health and sanity. I try not and talk about other patients but I admitted that I have sometimes had to assist elderly men ejaculate for semen samples for lab work. We only have a short time at each visit and leaving it to themselves can take all day sometimes. That's common so why should doing so for the disabled be any different. Common for veterinarians also. Once I had to do it several times on this one gentleman before I finally got a clean sample. Turns out he was intentionally contaminating it when I wasn't looking. It was a joke on me and we both laughed about it but I didn't look away on the sixth try and it was finally clean. I figured he just like me jerking him off. Ron liked that story.
Ron finally came to terms with himself and got up the nerve to ask if I would help him get through this rough patch. I agreed and at no xtra charge since I couldn't bill for it anyway but also because I wanted to help him.
During the next bath, instead of leaving, without a word I moved him the the bed and he laid down. I lotioned my hand and gripped hold of his erection. It just gave him so much pleasure to finally feel a snug grip, completely around his cock moving up and down its entire long length. He moaned and his whole body shook. I started rubbing his head with my other hand while my grip rose and fell along the length of his shaft. I remember his cock swelled larger and became rock hard. It's head swelled even more and turned beat red. Then his legs even started twitching which was not supposed to be possible. He was shaking, clenching his teeth, his eyes were rolled back showing only the whites. His breathing got shallow and fast, panting. He seemed to be going into convulsions. I kept it up but asked him how he was feeling. He was non-responsive, unable to even talk. I really wanted to keep going but I was also worried about him, that I might be doing damage and would be in a boatload of trouble for it! I slowed down and was about to stop to check his vitals when hands joined mine to keep me going. Such a relief. I increased my speed. When it got too much for him, he would slow my hands down, almost stopping, and his cock pulsed in my hand. Although he was not ejaculating yet, it was oozing a sizable amount of per-cum so I knew we were making progress we didn't need more lotion. When the pulsing subsided he would increase my speed again. This went on and off for another 15 minutes. My own hands were getting tired so I could not imagine how he had been able to keep this up himself for these past few weeks. Poor guy.
He started shaking again and I could finally begin to feel feel his cum rising and then running out over my hand. I loosened my grip but kept on pumping, just like with my own cock when I cum. His hands fell away and gripped his own ass. I thought that was it, but then, like a fountain being turned on, his thick white stream lifted way up into the air, then another, and another. His torso arched and shook and legs twitched more. He seemed to pass out for a moment. He had left quite a mess for me to clean. He ejaculated way more than I ever did so I felt very good for him.
He slowly came to and could talk again. He thanked and went on and on about how good it was. He kept apologizing for imposing. I told him it was my pleasure and, surprisingly, I watching him respond to my hand. It gave me an unexpected sense if accomplishment to make him shake so uncontrollably then ejaculate like that. He was relieved when I told him I would respect him no less for his need and I considered him a friend for entrusting me with such a personal, sensitive dilemma. Then I told him about how it got his legs twitching and he could not believe it. So needs aside, I thought we should do this daily for a week to see if it helped his legs. He accepted the challenge.
The next day was essentially the same but a little less cum, of course.
Then the next day and the next day.
I found myself getting erections while doing him so I had to start masturbating myself as I masturbated him. That made him want it more and cum more. After a week of this he returned from the neurologist with great news. Motor nerve responds and some feeling in his toes. Dr. said whatever we were doing, keep it up.
Another week of this passed. It surprised me that I was able to ejaculate this often yet I still craved and enjoyed it each day with him. I was, after all, screwing my girlfriend 4-5 times a week plus cumming with Ron daily (7 days a week) and still masturbated a couple times a week on my own just thinking about it all. That's as much as 14 a week. I had to do something about it.
I bought him a fleshlight to use when I'm not there. I used it on him so he would know how to work it. Since he cums with me around noon, I suggested he use it at bedtime. I was sort if hoping he may not need me as often so I would not need to masturbate with him as often.
He really took to it. I would arrive each day, clean it up for him and prepare it for the cumming evening. After a week of this, he could feel progress in his legs so he asked me if he should use it at dinner also. I persuaded him to use it in the morning instead, then at bedtime as usual. I was concerned that masturbating twice after my noon handjob would place his ejaculations too close together and diminish the feeling. He struggled with it at first but adjusted. He joined an online fleshlight user support group a easily got a Cialis prescription from his Dr. He was determined.
With my encouragement, he continued for another 10 weeks, me using my hands and he using the fleshlight in between, 2, 3, then 4 times a day. He still needed it at noob so I was still having to masturbate with him. I just could not resist. If I tried putting it off, my urge built up after seeing him cum that I had to drop everything to masturbate after, putting our tight schedule in disarray. Best to just do it with him.
His hand strength improved and his leg muscles were returning. I was no longer needed since he was no longer classified as hemeplegic.
I still kept in touch and visited on occasion. A year later and he was getting around with crutches and self sufficient. He kept up his ritual and whenever I popped in was just about the time he had to masturbate. Never failed. My poor timing made us both laugh. Luckily, still being on disability and at home allows him to continue at his therapy at his convenience as often as he feels he the need to. He learned to walk and I learned I was Bi We both learned to masturbate a lot and can't imagine how we ever survived before.
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