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The Past Revitalized Sweet Selina A tragic accident. Memories lost and a future for Jay as it was meant to be! The accident that wiped out my family, my mum, my dad; had happened when I was eleven. Not that I knew anything till I was thirteen. Why? 'Cos I was in an induced coma for most of the next eighteen months. I slipped back into a semi-conscious state a few times, but when my traumatised body reacted dangerously; wack I was sent back into never- never land by the doctors. They had every confidence that I would eventually recover. A confidence I am glad they maintained through thick and thin. It was after my 13th birthday that my body and mind decided that real world was the best place for me. It wasn't easy and for a few more weeks I was liberally dosed with various wonder drugs, which, whilst keeping my mind in the back room, allowed my body to more fully re-established itself. It was during this time I became sort of aware of two faces. One was there nearly all the time. Sophie. Now Sophie was hot I was sure of that. Even though I had the mental awareness of an eleven year old, even 11 years old know about hot chicks. Sophie was hot, take my word for it. It took my mind a long while to realise that Sophie was actually my nurse. She was there most of my waking hours. She also seemed to spend a lot of my conscious hours dressing and undressing and washing and showering me. She also took care of one other little problem. My mental age may have been 11, some would say much less before the accident, but my body had continued on its merry way into puberty. The most obvious example was my hard cock. But it seemed in my moments of semi-consciousness that Sophie took care of that too. The other face and body I was much more acutely aware was Nicky. Now that did throw my muddled mind a huge curler. Again it took awhile to realise that I was being told she was my cousin. Sophie told me, other nurses told me, the physio told me, the shrink told me, her mother; my auntie Maddy told me. I called her Nicky or even Nicole occasionally, but the only Nicky I could recall was a little boy Nicholas or Nick that my parents knew when I was much younger. I had firm memories of Nicholas, as you do when you get pushed out of a tree at age six and end up with a broken arm. It had become a significant memory. But what the hell perhaps I had two cousins. After all there were lots of things I couldn't remember yet. I was shown photos and videos of me doing the things I couldn't remember, or being with the people I couldn't recognise. So in the end I accepted it. Plus Nicky was real babe. A little bit older than me, but she was very caring and very, very affectionate. She seemed to take great pleasure in holding me and talking to me. She'd lie on the bed and talk and soothe me. As I became more compos mentis I was shown videos of Nicky doing this since shortly after my 12th birthday, when they had arrived on the scene after being tracked down by social services. Not only were they relatives, but Auntie Maddy was named in my parents will as my future guardian. Nicky had become my 'soul' cousin and spent hours talking to me, reading, playing songs to me. I was oblivious to it all deep in my coma, but the doctors had thought it was a good idea and as I was to find out for myself once Nicky decided on a course of action she was almost maniacal in carrying it out. I could hear her in the distance talking and calling to me. It seemed that sometimes all she did was say Jay over and over again. It was as if she was calling back from somewhere, which in a way she was. Once I had begun to regain my senses I started feeling a bit uncomfortable about the absolute proximity that Nicky frequently, well actually every time she saw me, placed herself in. Talking about invading personal spaces. Any closer we would have been Siamese. It didn't help that in finer weather she invariably wore short skirts and skimpy tops. If she wore bra at all I quickly knew if it matched her knickers and I could have drawn the patterns and edgings from memory. Nicky was quite blas? about it and would tease me about looking down her top or up her skirt. Of course I had to look. Sophie picked up on my unease and asked me about it one day. I stammered out all sorts of pathetic non-excuses until she at last shut me up. "Oh boys are so silly. If you saw her walking down the street you'd be lusting and perving after her. You'd be making crude comments to your mates. Here she is being kinder than anybody I know and you're embarrassed. And don't forgot she's your cousin, almost like a sister. Now you wouldn't be feeling like this if it were your sister, so don't worry about she being your cousin, she's just a fantastic friend!" Well, put like that it seemed so simple and after a while Nicky's proximity and affectionate nature become almost second nature. In fact if she'd stopped I would have wondered if I had upset her. It was shortly after that, that she began giving me little kisses and big hugs when she arrived and left. At first it was just little pecks, but before long it was lips on lips. Once again Sophie rationalised it for me. "She's been you guardian angel for so long, just accept it. She's just so pleased and relieved you're finally getting better. One day she'll stop and then you'll miss it!" Well I have to say I did enjoy those kisses and automatically responded each and every time. My biggest problem was instant boners. Now I wouldn't be reacting like that if she were my sister! It was about this time that another embarrassing problem raised its head - literally. Wet dreams and morning (and night time) boners. And it was Sophie who discovered my problem. Now getting a boner was no problem. After all I had a private room, so relieving myself, invariably to a fantasy about Nicky's superb small pointy titties was no problem. But the wet dreams I had no control over. Nor the stains they left behind. I was still very much at the tender mercies of my nurses, though it always seemed to be Sophie who took care of my personal hygiene needs. She washed me, changed me, toiletted me (even wiped my bum yuk!) showered/bathed me. So embarrassing - to start with. It was during one of my bath times that Sophie broached the subject. "You're getting pretty active you know," she said softly as she was washing my back, "pretty soon your muscles will gain their strength and you'll need my help less and less." I was pretty scared by this, losing Sophie; she was the main stay of new very limited existence. Remember I might be physically 13 but my last memories were of being 11 and I had the maturity to match. "Oh Sophie please don't leave," I was almost crying. "Oh you sweet child, of course I won't leave you. I will be here for you until you now longer need me." "That'll be never," I blubbered. "Of course it will. One day in the not so distant future you'll be doing all those young teen boys do, sports, bikes, girlfriends." As she was talking she had started washing my chest. I loved this part. She really made sure I was clean and the last few weeks I had discovered that my nipples were particularly sensitive. In fact they were not only sensitive, but they seemed, no not seemed, they did, grow at all sorts off odd times, and not just when Sophie was stroking them with the soap or a flannel or towel. She seemed to get special pleasure in teasing them and me. Just lately she had started pinching them just lightly, but it got them quite large and me. "It helps the circulation to your chest muscles," she had explained, "plus it's fun watching you squirm." Then she did something absolutely amazing she leant over and lightly kissed each hard little nub in turn. Now the obvious effect of all this was not just evident in my hard nipples or my gasping breath. It was pretty obvious much lower down. I had a huge, well huge for me, erection. And it showed. Sophie looked down at my semi-submerged cock and then looked at me. I was mortified. But she smiled so sweetly. Oh I loved her so much. She was my angel. I had two angels watching over me. "See what I mean sweetie, doing things all teen age boys do. Its quite natural." "But its rude," I gasped, "I shouldn't ... you know... flash it, show it... in front of you!" "Oh you sweet silly boy, I'm a nurse. I see it all the time. My men patients do it all the time. Some deliberately. Oh they are so naughty." "Am I naughty?" I whispered. I was worried she would be upset with me. "Oh no darling child. With young boys it's quite natural. You haven't worked out how to control yourself yet. That's something you need to learn." "How?" I was quite perplexed by this. How do you learn to control being out of control? "Well," she said softly, "it is quite hard," she giggled as she looked at my emerging cock. "But as you practice you do get much better at it." "How?" I asked again. This was so frustrating and I was still pretty embarrassed. "Thoughts. You have to not think sexy thoughts, but sometimes you have to think about things like cold showers, snow fights, ice blocks, ugly women, anything to dampen those naughty urges. "Oh I see!" I didn't really but I reckoned I better look earnestly about controlling it. The truth was like any other 13 year old I didn't really want to. In fact I was quite proud I could make it all hard and spurt. "Sounds too difficult. Does it always work?" She laughed softly, "no not always!" "Then what?" She looked at me conspiratorially; half covered her mouth and leant forward. I could smell her wonderful smells. She was divine. "You have to do what you do now." "Uh! What?" That lovely teasing smile. "You know... what you do now." "When?" gee I felt dumb. "When you're by yourself." Slowly the light was dawning. She couldn't possibly know. She couldn't have seen me doing IT? Oh shit what if one of my other nurses had seen me and told her. I couldn't answer. I juts couldn't. I decided to brazen it out. After all she might be referring to something else totally different. "I don't understand." I could hear the lie in my voice. "Oh I think you do." She was not letting me off the hook. I shook my head. "Oh you naughty little boy, now you're lying to me and that will never do." I was totally beetroot red with embarrassment. What had I done? "Well there's only one way to deal with naughty boys." She looked very stern and for the fist time ever I felt scared of her. "Out of the bath." Before I could even protest she had hoisted me by the armpits up onto my bath seat. I sat there terrified, immobilised. Thankfully my hard cock was no longer. Apparently fear was also a quick way to control it too. She swivelled the bath seat outwards and unceremoniously dumped me back in my wheel chair. Back to my room. By now I was getting cold and shivering. She hadn't even wrapped me in a towel. "Sophie I'm sorry, please don't be angry, please," I wailed like a little baby. She thought so too. "Babies and little girls cry like that. Which one are you?" she scolded me. I was mortified and was determined that was one question I wouldn't answer. Before I knew it I was back on my bed, but face down. I was totally confused but at least my willy, soft as it was, was hidden. She straightened me out and pulled my feet part. Shit! I quickly realised that I was now on display or at least my ball sac was. That wasn't all. For some reason I was getting hard again. For some reason I was getting excited. I started to blubber again. "Oh you're so pitiful," she scorned. "You're not a baby, babies don't cry like that, you must be a little girl. Some girls blubber for no reason at all. Is that it sweetie, are you a little girl?" I shook my head and shouted, "NO I'M NOT!" "Well what ever you are you're very naughty and there's only one way to deal with naughty boys," she paused, "or girls!" Before I could decipher her meaning she showed me. Crack! Her hand came down over my exposed bum. I think it was more shock than pain but I yelped out loudly. "Be quiet you little sissy. Much more noise and the other nurses will come in and they'll see how I have to spank you. They'll want to help. You'll be spanked by all of us. You won't like that." To reinforce the point she grabbed a face washer and rammed it against my mouth. "Suck on that sissy girl!" I was so sacred I did exactly that. The thought of the other nurses and spanking me was too much too bear. It was at that very moment and that one of my forgotten memories flashed through my mind. I was over my mummy's lap. I was about eight and she was spanking my bare bum. I was crying, but somehow I felt that it was ok for mummy to do it. By now Sophie had laid on three sharp hard smacks and I really was crying. I bit on the face washer and buried my face in the bed cover. My bottom was getting sorer and hotter and afterwards, when I looked later, I realised it must have been getting pinker and redder. But it didn't deter Sophie. The open handed smacks continued to rain down. Not quickly, but slowly, as she lectured me. I can't remember anything much about her words, but a few did penetrate my crying pain racked brain. 'Sissy baby, little girl, softy, spank you again and again.' Finally she stopped. "13," she announced, "13 open handed smacks on that bare bum of yours. Lucky you were naked or it would have been 13 on your panties as well." Panties! Silly woman I thought; she means pants or jocks. "Now perhaps you'll answer my question," she said much more kindly. Before I could think about what she was saying she had rolled me over onto my sore bum. That itself added to my discomfort. But that wasn't all. I was hard! Rock hard. My cock stood up from my sparse pubic hairs like a soldiers rifle. I was so embarrassed - again. "Oh you naughty little sissy," she growled, "a little spanking and you go all hard on me." She grinned sorta evilly. "Perhaps my little precious likes being spanked, perhaps he was being naughty on purpose?" I shook my head grimly. OK I was hard, but I didn't get spanked on purpose. What was she mad? "NOW honey, answer my question?" I looked at her dumbly. "You want me to spank you again?" she asked sternly. "Perhaps you do," and she flicked my hard cock with forefinger. I shuddered in ... well pleasure I guess. "No Sophie, please don't! I don't understand." Sophie shook her head. "Naughty and dumb. What... do ... you ... do ... to ... make ... your ... clitty ... go ... soft?" As she spoke each emphasised word she deftly flicked my hard teen cock backwards and forwards. Clitty I'd never heard it called that. I always though it was something to do with girls. But I knew what she meant. What was I going to do, what was I going to say? "Ok your choice," she said sternly. Finally I could hold back no longer. "I play with it. I wank my self!" There I had said it. I looked up into Sophie's eyes expecting her to be angry. But no her eyes sparkled and she smiled broadly. "Clever little moppet. Now why didn't you say that in the first place. I really am beginning to think you wanted that spanking, after all," she added with a little giggle. "It did make you hard again. Some men and boys like that. Perhaps you do." Once again I had a fleeting recall of past memories. I was standing in front of mummy, crying rubbing my bottom and my little cock was sticking out in front of me. Mummy wasn't angry, she just laughed and said something about sissy spanking and naughty. That word sissy again. I didn't really understand, but both mummy and Sophie had called it me. Perhaps it was like a crybaby or softie or something. Again I was dragged back to the present. "So you play with yourself. When?" It was asked so matter of fact. "In the morning and sometimes at night." "Sometimes?" I looked down. My cock was still rock hard. For some reason lying here in front of Sophie like this was getting very exciting. I wasn't scared, worried, but not scared anymore." "Well... quite often. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise." "Promise, promise, yes you will promise. You'll promise me that you'll do it every day and every night and any other time you get hard." I shook my head in bewilderment. Sophie took my hand in hers and settled down on the bed next to me. Her proximity didn't help my situation. Control was out of the window. "Ever been to a farm?" Bloody stupid question. "Every seen cows in the field?" Another bloody stupid question. "Know what happens if they don't get milked?" I shook my head. Now I didn't know that. "They bellow and moan and cry until they do. If nobody comes they bloat up and die in a great deal of pain. Well boys and men are like that. That's why they have erections so often. They have to be relieved just like you do. They have to make their milk, their cream, spurt out. In fact sometimes we call it milking." I smiled at that. After all that white stuff did look like cream a bit. Didn't taste like it, mind you. Ooops, yes, I had tasted my own cream. It wasn't a drink of first choice but it wasn't unpleasant. As if she read my thoughts she added with sweet innocent smile, "in fact if you drink your own cum, that's what it's called, in time it helps build you muscles, especially your cock muscles. Many men and boys do it." Gee that made me feel better. "In fact," she drooped her voice down really low, her head drooping forward. I could feel her wisp of her dangling hairbrush against my cock. I shuddered in pleasure. "Some men even drink their friends cum. It makes then even bigger and stronger, especially their cocks and we girls love that!" "Yuk! Not ever!" I grimaced. Not, not ever. Even in my mentally eleven-year brain I knew that was a no- no. "So you see, milking as often as possible is really important. Now when was the last time you milked yourself?" I glanced at the clock. "About six this morning." "Oh you poor dear, that was over six hours ago. You must be in awful pain?" She was so solicitous I didn't have the heart to disagree. Yes my cock was throbbing. Of course it was. But not painfully. As soon as she got outta here I was going take care of that problem. "Well sweetie we better do something about it right now?" She gave that cute little giggle, "and as a special treat I'll show you a new way to milk." "You will," I gasped. "What new way?" "You just relax and lie back and you'll see. But to make sure you don't spoil it I want you to do something really special for me. It'll be a big, big secret. It'll be our secret. You can never tell anybody. Promise!" Like I said mental awareness of an eleven year and that's on a good day. Of course I agreed. "OK lie back and close your eyes and put you hands together like you're praying." I instantly complied. Next thing I knew she had grabbed my wrist and upon opening my eyes I saw she had tied a piece of bandage around my wrists. I tried to pull them apart, but she held me tightly. "Now, now you little sissy, you do trust Sophie don't you?" There was a whine in her voice. How could I reject her. "Of course I do Sophie, but..." "No buts just lie back, eyes closed and enjoy." As she cajoled me she had tied the free end of the bandage to frame at the head of the bed. I was incapable of doing anything else but comply. I could have screamed but I didn't. I was so glad afterwards that I didn't. I watched mesmerised as she trailed her fingers down over my chest and around my nipples. She gently squeezed and teased them. They didn't need any more encouragement to harden, but the feelings swirling around through my body were even more heightened. Keeping one hand alternating between my nipples, her other travelled down over my slim flat tummy, doing a couple of circuits around my belly button before descending even further - towards my very hard straining cock. Softly her finger traced around the hard girth and then with excruciating pleasure up over the top of my wet gleaming cock head. I nearly shrieked out in shock. She quickly grabbed the flannel and rammed it into my mouth. "Suck on that you sweet naughty sissy, we don't want any visitors spoiling our fun now do we?" I shook my head in absolute and utter agreement. She was tormenting me so much but I knew I didn't want her to stop. EVER! More fingers encircled my hard hot cock. OK it wasn't big, but I was pretty proud of it being only13 years old. Up and down, gently, softly, I felt her tantalising touch dragging me to unknown heights. This may not be new, but it was certainly beating ol' Mrs Palmer and her five daughters. "You like that don't you sweet sissy child?" I could only nod and grunt and strain upwards forcing my cock into her hand even more firmly if that were possible. "Well I've got something even better." Before I could think about what she was saying, her head bobbed down and her hair enveloped my straining prick. I felt her hot breath across my wet pre-cum soaked glans. This couldn't get any better. Wrong!!!! Her wet tongue, first stabbing the sensitive nerve endings and then full-scale licking as she slipped my cock head into her wet eager mouth. Alas I couldn't see what she was doing as her long straggly hair obscured my view, but boy could I feel it. Then it happened. I tried vainly to stop it, but it was no good. Her tongue and tight wet lips swirled around my cock, which was now firmly embedded in her mouth, exploded. My semen flooded up thru my throbbing cock and exploded into her hot, wet mouth. I couldn't believe I had cum in her mouth. She had taken my cock right into her mouth and made me explode. I had flooded her warm receptive mouth with my juvenile cum. I was in heaven!!!! She did not relent either, she kept kissing and swirling my cock around and around in her mouth. It was softening - slowly, but she wasn't giving up. But finally she did let it slip from her mouth. I lay back, my eyes closed, trying to capture each and every second of this most pleasurably excruciating and wonderful experience. I felt her move up alongside and hold my slim body. I sensed her face near me. I was too tired, too content, too much lost in the depth of sweet, mind, blowing thoughts to even open my eyes. She was near me, holding me and that was all that counted. She removed the flannel and her fingers traced around my lips and then gently parted them. Then she kissed me. But this was like no other kiss I had experienced with her. Her mouth was all wet and sorta gooey. My eyes opened and I realised she was kissing me with her cum streaked lips and mouth. My cum. Her tongue forced its was into my mouth and with it came a big dollop of my love cream. I recognised it immediately, even interspersed with her hot saliva. She held me firmly. I had a choice between gagging and swallowing. I swallowed!! I was swallowing my own cum. I quickly realised I was thoroughly enjoying it. Finally she was satisfied and she pulled away. Her face was all hot and covered in perspiration. But her eyes sparkled brightly and she grinned. "Oh you hot, sexy sweet sissy child. You were marvellous. Spanking, bondage and cum sucking all in one session. Oh you re such a dear." Softy she kissed me again as she released my bonds. I wanted to hold her and kiss again but she rolled away and stood up. She straightened her uniform, which looked a bit crushed and wrinkled. A comb magically appeared and she fixed and restored her hair. She looked as if absolutely nothing had happened. Me on the other hand, I just lay there blissfully exhausted and more satisfied than I had ever thought possible. She smiled sweetly at me, "now remember this is our very, very special secret. If you tell anybody it will never happen ever again." Her voice was soft but insistent. Not threatening, but definitely compelling. I believed her totally. And I did so much want it all to happen again. Later on as I recollected the spanking I realised, I accepted, that I could go through that again without too much protest! And I would rather have my tongue ripped out than tell anybody anything! Sophie? Sophie who? Oh that Sophie. Yeah vaguely remember her!!! Unfortunately Sophie went off duty just after that and it was the day after that before I saw her again. Or should I say felt her again. I wasn't quite awake, dawn was creeping in through the closed curtains and my cock as always these early mornings was hot, hard and ready. As Sophie had instructed I had milked myself both morning and night and was now throwing a few noons in there as well. A hand was wrapped around my cock. It must have been mine and it was slowly stroking me up and down. I was thinking about Sophie of course. I could hear her voice. For a dream it was most real. "How's my little sissy this morning, hot and hard. Ooh you are so naughty. Shall I milk you? Would you like that?" I was replying, well panting really, "Yes please, do it, do it. Ohh Sophie, you are so beautiful. Milk me, suck me please!" My hand left my cock only to be replaced by my mouth! Ooops! Even in my dreams that wasn't possible. I had tried a few times, but not having the physical control anymore I hadn't been able to manage it. But now I was. I was sucking my own cock. My cock was right deep inside my own mouth. I was even managing to roll my nipples between my fingers. I was doing it too hard. It was quite painful, but as much as I squirmed and tried to pull my hands away I gripped even tighter. I even told myself to behave or I'd get a spanking. I felt my hands being pulled away, but they weren't. They were still squizzing and pinching and rolling so sexily my hard nipples. It was all too much. I was going to cum. It was that point in the proceedings that I fully awoke. The sensations I had dreamt about were not a dream, they were a living tableau. My nipples were hard and erect and were being pinched and teased and tormented and enlarged greatly. My cock was hard and embedded in a mouth. Not mine, but that of an assailant. But something new, something hard and invasive was tormenting my little bum. This was indeed new. My first reaction was to fight it, but instead at a sharp command, I desisted and allowed my tormentor to wriggle the invading hardness against my tight little bum home. "Relax!" Gee how? Sharp smacks across the side of my thighs encouraged me to quickly work out how. As I tried it was enough and the hardness slipped past my tight muscle and slid into my back passage. The pain was a shock, but the wriggling around and around and in and out, competing, complementing the other invasive sensations, soon convinced me that whatever it was could stay and play. I felt and heard the buzz at the same time, what ever it was, it was motorised! What ever it was was quite pleasurable now that the discomfort had passed. Alas it was also enough to ensure that my cock spasmed hard and fast and I shot a full load of night brewed cream into my tormentor's mouth. Gobbling and sucking, nibbling and caressing until my hardness was completely drained. Whilst I didn't go soft, I certainly relaxed. It was then that the bedclothes were lifted and out popped Sophie. Or at least that was what my increased morning mental awareness expected. But to my absoluter utter amazement and embarrassed shock it wasn't Sophie - it was Nicky. She grinned widely and licked her cum soaked lips. "Morning sleepyhead, I thought I'd better relieve of your morning cream before you woke up in pain or something even worse," she smiled, You'd have thought she was talking about rubbing your eyes or stretching your muscles. It was so matter of fact. Me! I was just struck dumb. Eventually I began to blabber and stammer out parts of protests, questions, exclamations of indignation The translation ran something along the lines 'What the fucking hell are you doing Nicky?' "Silly question, want to ask another?" Before I could ask another dumb one she continued. "No need honey child," she drawled. "A little birdy told me that you needed all the help you could get!" "Sophie!" I exclaimed in indignation. As if on cue the door to my room swung open and there stood the lady in question. I was fuming. "Sophie you made me promise this would a secret. You insisted. Oh how could you?" "True," she smiled. "I did make you promise didn't I? And I'm sure you kept your promise too right?" I nodded dumbly. "Good, so no problem." "Oh yeh what about you? You told Nicky." "And?" "You told her. It was supposed to be our secret. You promised." She smiled again cockily. "Uh, uh. No sweet child, you promised. I made no such promise. You did!" SHIT. But what the hell am I complaining about. I had just had my sweet guardian angel give me the most exquisite of head jobs. My biggest problem should be will she do it again and again and again, etc, etc... Sophie smiled sweetly. "So shall I tell Nicky to leave you alone? To let you writhe in agony? To let your balls explode all over your bedclothes? After all I may not be here all the time!" I went into meltdown. Sheer panic. Would I writhe in agony? Would my balls explode all over my bedclothes? Would Sophie really not be here all the time? Tears started creeping from my eyes. This was so upsetting. But why was I crying like this? I wasn't a girl. I was acting like a little sissy... oops. That was what Nicky and Sophie kept calling me. A sweet little sissy. Was it true? After all I could milk myself anytime I liked. No problem. Not as much fun. But I wouldn't die would I? But I really liked being milked especially the way Nicky had just done it. It was so sumptuous. So toe curdling. So ball emptying. So bringing back another erection at the very thought. So much in need of another milking. Crying out loud at this rate I'd be permanently hard. I giggled at the thought. "See he's happier already," Nicky enthused and she leant across and kissed me full on the lips. Her tongue pressed in between them and darted inside. The taste. Oh I knew that taste. It was me. It was my very own cum. She was kissing me with her cum soaked, my cum soaked, lips and tongue. And I loved it. I remembered what Sophie had said about cum making your cock stronger. Oh please! Oh please! Yes! Yes! Yes! "Yeh but is that happy 'cos he now has two milkers or happy 'cos he's still got a cute little vibrator vibrating up his ass?" She was right. It was not that I hadn't noticed. Gee I know I was still low on feelings in my lower regions, but I can assure you my cock and ass fully functioned. (Lucky really or I'd be in nappies. Sophie had taken great glee in telling me that she would be happy to have to changed me. I was aghast at that thought, but she seemed to get great joy out of teasing me or was it the thought of having to put me nappies. I was never sure which!) No it wasn't that at all. Once I had got over my panic attack I had realised it was still there. I just hadn't been about to remind anybody. Plus it was still providing me a great deal of erotic pleasure. Nicky much to my disappointment rolled me over enough to withdraw the intrusive weapon. It was a slim and about the width of man's forefinger. Yummy! I hadn't realised that such pleasures could be provided so easily. "Ah well," she sighed dramatically, "I'll just have to take this home, I'm sure I'll find some use for it. There's a rather cute little boy just down the street. He has such a gorgeous tight ass, I'm sure I can persuade..." "No way," I snapped grabbing at it. "It goes nowhere and in any case it's second hand so there," and I stuffed it under my back." "Such a temper," scoffed Sophie, "such a sissy temper, how cute." There she is going on again. I really didn't know whether to be pissed off or not! So I just pouted. That just made them both laugh at me. So I did the next best thing. I rolled over and hid under the sheets. OOOOPS! Not a good idea. Before I knew it the bedclothes had been ripped back and Sophie and Nicky had grabbed me by the arms and legs and spreadeagled me. My pyjamas were still down around my ankles and were easily removed. I soon realised that my poor derriere was a prime and obvious target. "Go on Nicky," chided Sophie, "he's just asking for it. I told I'd spank him and he enjoyed it sooo much he came then and there. I bet his cock is all hard now. It's not big, but I bet it's hard." I felt a hand slip between my legs and grip my cock. Well it wasn't actually hard, but it soon was. "Oh you naughty sissy, you are, you're all hard. Sophie's is right you do want spanking. Guess what honey it's my turn to give it!" Before I could lift my head to protest her open palm descended upon my right cheek. The sharp slap of palm on bum resounded. "Ouch Nicky please don't!" I whined. "Shut up sucky sissy," she shamed, "or I'll get the other nurses in. I reckon that that nice nurse Steven'll just love to see your naked bum spanked. He's such a hunk. I reckon a sissy like you would love him to put you over his knee and spank you." I was so embarrassed. Yes Steven was a bit of a hunk; after all he was young and very well built. He did a lot of gym work. He often took me down to physio and had been a real encouragement especially when I had to change for swimming. He had already seen me quite naked, well after all he was a nurse! I'd been a bit embarrassed at first. After all I had been asleep over a year so the body was pretty wasted to start with. As I improved he kept encouraging. He told me he'd been a bit of wimp when he was my age. As if? But gym work had really helped him. But I reckon he was just saying it to encourage me. But it was help. I buried my head into the bed and cowered. I didn't have long to wait. Nicky began to methodically and evilly target my defenceless cheeks. Eleven more smacks were deliberately placed over my bum and upper thighs. Sophie had been adding her advice and by the fourth I was crying, by the sixth or seventh I was heartily crying and by tenth I was wailing and begging them to stop. Why nobody came to see who was being murdered I didn't know. Of course I also didn't know that these private rooms were pretty well sound proofed. After the thirteenth, (I was told afterwards it was one for each of my years), I was turned over onto my back and despite my sobbing and crying my cock was rock hard. "Oh look he is turned on," cooed Nicky, "and so hard. Gee I just milked him too." "Yes some males, and females of course," she chuckled, "are turned on by a good spanking. I thought he was one. We can all have so much fun you know." "Fun," I sobbed still gasping for breath, "fun for whom? Not me!" "Ooh are you sure you sweet child? I think I see evidence to the contrary. You took your spanking without too much protest." "As if I had much choice," I sobbed. But she was right I had taken it. I could have struggled and kicked more but I just lay there and took it! "Oh don't be such a sucky babe," laughed Nicky, "you're going tell me next you're not going to enjoy this." Her head bobbed down I felt her soft hand wrapped around my hard straining cock and once again it was enveloped in her soft wet mouth. My only complaint was I was so sensitised already by her last milking and turned on. Yes I had to admit I was turned on by being spanked, that it took less than a minute for me to once again deposit a full load of cream into her eager sucking mouth. She didn't even have to tickle my ass either. Sophie helped in her own inimitable way by targeting my overly sensitive nipples. She caressed and pulled them, elongating them even more, until they stood up proudly off my flabby chest, like two pencil ends. I have to admit even the caressing and teasing, even if it is somewhat hard and painful, is enough to get me highly excited. So the twin onslaughts, by my two most favourite angels, was just out of this world. Finally Nicky had drained my wilting cock and once again she let the shrunken morsel slip form her cum soaked mouth. As she leant forward I knew exactly what she had in mind and I opened my lips in anticipation. "What a keen cum sucking sissy, you are," teased Sophie, "just can't wait for a mouthful of cum." Before I had time to reply Nicky had clamped her hot wet lips to mine and was transferring sizeable amount of cum remnants. I explored and cleaned her lips and teeth and mouth eagerly. Hey the more cream, the harder my cock. The harder my cock, the more milking needed. Logical see. Plus I was getting a taste for this cum stuff. OK a bit salty, but nice all the same. In the background I heard Sophie say. "Well sweetie if you're that eager perhaps we can get you to milk a few friends of ours as well, then you'll have a running supply of love cream." Without thinking about what that actually meant reality I made the appropriate grunting noises of agreement. Same theory; more cream - harder cock. Even when I half heard her say perhaps we will send Nurse Steven in after all, it didn't quite register. Hey I had had two ball emptying cock sucking milkings. I was still recovering from major trauma and the brain was muddled. Already I was pretty tired >from these early morning exertions. I had an excuses didn't I? Well the die was cast. My milkers had increased from one to two. My milkings increased by much more than that. Nicky in particular was keen to keep my ball sac quite empty. In fact I started protesting she was making me sore. Her answer to that was easy. She just took longer to milk me. Her approach was literally softly, softly. Her languid careful milkings lasted at least three times as long, as she gently brought me off each time. Sophie did her bit usually late at night after Nicky had gone home for the night. Oh yes and that damned vibrator continued to make its presence well and truly felt. In fact I was beginning to feel 'quite empty' if it wasn't used. That continued for about a two weeks without abate. Then three things happened in quite a short period of time. Nurse Steven had been away for a couple of weeks so he hadn't taken me to physio. If Sophie wasn't available one of the other nurses helped me. In fact I was quite naughty about it. When they helped me get changed it was not difficult to make sure I got hard as they swapped my pyjamas for my bathers. They all thought it was cute or funny and teased me telling me things like they were going to faint, what a big boy I was, did my girlfriend realise she was so lucky; they had an endless list of little quips. One of them seemed quite keen to milk me. But I wasn't game to suggest it. After all Sophie and Nicky were still impressing upon me that it was a big, big secret and not everybody would understand that they were providing me with a medical service. However the first day Steven came back he took me to the therapy pool. Only this time it was different. Instead of changing me and leaving he got changed first. "Angela your physio is away, but she wants you to continue with your swimming, so I get to have a dip too," he told me. Now this was fine by me, I didn't care who was there as long as I got to swim. However as he was talking to me he was changing too. Scrub top came off first. Boy was he well built. That gym work really did work for him. I felt a stirring in my loins looking at his strong chest and firm pecs. Not like my flabby little ones. Then I watched mouth gape as he slid his pants down. He was directly in front of me. His big bulge was prominently held in place by his tight jocks. And what a bulge it was. He was definitely well built in that department. I held my breath as he slipped his fingers inside his jocks and slowly, yes I'm sure he did it slowly on purpose, slid them down over his groin and revealed his cock and ball sac. I gasped in shock an awe. He was soft, but boy he was still big. He kicked his jocks off and then stretched his arms above his head. At least I think they got that far. I was totally and utterly fixed on his prize male meat. I had never seen a male naked. No that's not true I had seen my dad naked of course, but that was just a distant haze. I was now seeming to remember that our family spent a lot of time naked. No details just a pretty firm idea we did. His cock and ball sac bobbed as he stretched. He had trimmed his pubic hair and he looked... He looked... well he looked sexy. Yeh sexy! He was damn sexy! I thought his soft manly cock and bouncing ball sac looked sexy. What was I thinking of. Unfortunately those thought had quickly transposed themselves to the last place I wanted them to be. My cock was fully erect and tenting against my pyjamas. I was so embarrassed, but I just couldn't tear my eyes away. He really was such a hunk. Gorgeous! Crying out loud what I was thinking about? He was a man. I was a boy. I just knew I shouldn't be having these thoughts, but I couldn't help it. He was turning me on big time. He seemed oblivious to either my fixated attention or the effect he was having on me. Finally he pulled his bathers up and then as if to torment me further, tenderly took himself in hand and slid them into his bathers, taking great care and attention and time to make sure he fitted comfortably. Finally he looked directly at me. His face gave no indication that he knew what was happening to me. "C'mon sport, get a move on and get that top off and then I'll help with your pants and bathers." Oh crikey what was is going to do? He stepped over and still teasing me. "You're such a slow coach!" His fingers undid my pyjama buttons and he divested me of my top. I didn't need to look down but I did. My nipples were rock hard. And I was acutely ware of how flabby my chest was. Though I have to say, as flabby as I seemed around my nipples, my tummy was pretty flat. Luckily he didn't comment, but as he removed my top his fingers briefly brushed against one of my hard nipples and I shuddered in sheer pleasure. What was happening here? I was so turned on and I couldn't help it. But he was a man, I was a boy! He knelt down and automatically I lifted myself up in the chair as he pulled my pyjama pants down over my groin to below my knees. What happened simultaneously doesn't need much imagination to work out. My cock sprang to attention. More embarrassingly it sprang to attention not that many centimetres away for his eyes. I swear I could feel his hot breath on my gleaming wet cock head. He looked up at me and smiled so nicely, "gee I see you are definitely recovering well. You couldn't do that a few weeks ago." And he laughed so kindly. Well that just defused the whole situation. He wasn't annoyed or embarrassed. In fact he had praised me he thought it was pretty cool. I smiled widely He pulled my pants down and picked up my togs and slid them up over my ankles and past my knees. He stood up and went behind me and slipped his hands up under my armpits and pulled me up. It was so effortless. I was held in his strong manly grip, almost am embrace. "Pull 'em up sport," he whispered. I quickly complied, almost fighting to hide away my pesky erection. I did, but it was pretty obvious I was still hard. Crying out loud I stuck out about a mile! "Need a pee I reckon," he suggested. "Yeh that might work if I can that is." He carried me over to the urinal and held me firmly in palace. "Pull it out and water the porcelain," he joked. Well I was ready to do anything to ease the problem. I pulled my bathers down at the front and once again it sprang out in front of me. I could feel his hot breath right on my neck. I was so much trembling. "Yeh you're pretty big boy for your age. You're going to make some people very, very happy." I thought of Sophie and Nicky. Already am sport, I thought smugly. He shifted his grip as he maintained my position over the urinal. Normally he had me sit on the loo, but I didn't think about that. I was too busy wondering why his open palms were now cupping my flabby chest and hard nipples. In fact I was frantically wondering why his open palms were slowly rotating round and round over my flabby chest and hot hard nipples. Then I was very even more frantically wondering why one of his open palms had been replaced by two fingers, rolling my hard nipples round and round and lightly pinching and squeezing. This was what Nicky and Sophie did. I knew what was just about to happen!! "Might help if you stroked yourself to relieve the tension, you knows like a milking action." Oh no! Did he know about milking? Had Sophie and Nicky told him? I was so embarrassed, I must have shone like a stoplight "It's fine sport, we all do it. Sometimes I'm too hard in the morning to pee and I have to milk myself otherwise I'd bust. Most painful some mornings." So they were right. It was same thing. Hard cocks, pain and milkings. I felt somewhat better despite feeling his hot breath on my neck. Actually it was more than hot breath, it felt like he was muzzling my neck with his lips. Couldn't be could it? But there was no mistaking his insistent touches and squeezes on my hard hot nipples,. In fact I was feeling pretty good all over my chest. Even the flabby bits seemed to me make hum a bit. He had swapped hands and was now giving my left nipple equal airtime, as he held me firmly with his other. "Go on boy we'll be here all day, 'make that trucker roll," he drawled in a really phoney southern state truckers accent. Well I had to do something and he did say it was normal. He did it too. So I did. I stroked myself. I milked myself again. It didn't take long I can tell you. The over riding feelings his fingers were generating and my hard urgent milking soon relieved the pressure. Of course it wasn't pee I spurted out. It was thick full- blooded creamy white goo and spattered all over the urinal. He chuckled softly, "way to go sport, that's a real man's cum." Thought it was what he said next, that when I thought about it later, sent shivers down my spine. "What a waste of lovely cock building cream. Never mind plenty more that that came from! Next time we'll be more careful!" Now I could pee. It was pretty weak as I hadn't really needed to go, but I was glad I did. He carried me over to my chair and plopped me back in it and went over to pick up the towels. It was as he turned to come back that I realised he was rock hard. His already big cock was even bigger, no huger! He was as turned on as I had been. Had I done that? He seemed unconcerned as he slipped his hand down the front of his bathers and pulled it up against his tummy. It was still huge, but not quite a stand out, if you know what I mean. He saw my surprised look. "Oh it'll disappear as soon as I get into the water. No time for any more milkings this morning!" I grinned stupidly and grunted something unintelligibly. However my thought were less that unintelligent. 'Shit whata fucking shame. I would really like to see you milk yourself.' In fact there was another nearly as clear thought just behind that, 'I'd sure like to help you do it too.' But the moment passed and within a minute he rolled me out of the changing room and towards the pool where we effortlessly rolled down the ramp and I launched myself into the warm satisfying pool. This was a place where my legs were not a burden. I apparently had been a strong swimmer and it hadn't taken long for me to regain some of my former prowess. I didn't think about until I was resting that afternoon, but leaving the pool and Steven helping me dry off and get dressed again didn't engender any hidden sexual urges. It should have, but perhaps it was more to do with the pool area getting a bit busier and that our privacy was not assured, or perhaps it was just the professional manner Nurse Steven went about it. Or perhaps it was that I was just too dog-tired after my morning exertions, both in and out of the pool that it never happened. However I have to admit that my afternoon self-miking complete with my buzzing vibrator, focussed totally on Steven's caressing of my nipples and flabby chest and what might have been, if he had decided to milk me himself. I was also not at all slow in wondering what might have happened had he had time to drain himself. Drats. However his final words as he left and the sweet kiss on the cheek left me wondering what else might happen. "Enjoy yourself this morning sport," he said softly. "I did. You're a big boy now and you gotta keep those milkings up." It was then he kissed me on the cheek. Just briefly but enough to set me a trembling. "Oh by the way," he smiled as he stood up, "Angela's away for at least a week, so it looks like it'll be you and me for awhile. Perhaps we might even go a bit earlier, before the crowds start pouring in!" And then he was gone. Leaving me amore that a bit bemused and already beginning think about possibilities. But I kept coming to one unassailable fact. He was a man and I was a boy! The second thing that happened was just so beautiful and really helped cement my love for Nicky. It had actually had its genesis one afternoon a week or so earlier. We were lying together on the bed and listening to some music. A little later she was reading to me. I had never been a strong reader and I really enjoyed listening to her. She really made the stories live for me. Of course I also really enjoyed the physical closeness we shared lying next to her. I had discovered that she was quite happy to let me lie my head on her tummy and rather sneakily I thought, soon gravitated to using her small firm breasts as a pillow too. About a week ago as she was reading, she stopped and complained about an itch, which she promptly scratched. The only thing was the itch was right on her nipple. It was only centimetres from me and as she scratched I watched, quite mesmerised, as it hardened. Three or four times she had to stop and scratch it. Then out of the blue she said, "oh Jay scratch it for me, this is getting really annoying!" I gulped and froze like a little rabbit. "Go on, please?" she said, "I hate having to stop reading, it ruins this story for both of us!" What an invitation. Tentatively I touched the hard little nubbin. "Silly," she chided, "scratch it I said. I can hardly feel your finger at all." With that she pressed my finger hard against her gorgeous little button and moved it up and down in a scratching motion. After about a dozen scratches, she sighed, "Oh that's better thank you," and continued to read her book. A few minutes later. "Oh drat's its back, scratch me again." This time I went straight to the seat of the problem and scratched it quite eagerly. "Ooohh that's nice," she panted softly. Reluctantly I stopped. However much to my joy the itch returned within a minute. "Again," she ordered and continued reading. Again I willingly scratched at her hard little button. This time as she sighed I didn't pull my hand away. Instead I left it right there resting on the firm small rise of her breast. I waited a few seconds and she wasn't complaining. A few seconds more and again I scratched her nipple softly. She looked down at me. "Oh yes that's a good idea scratch me every few seconds and I'm sure that'll keep it away." So that was exactly what I did. "A bit lower," she said in mid sentence. "It's moving." Now I was scratching, well more likes stroking her breast. She wasn't complaining. In fact she was more than happy to let me do it and her reading continued. Not that I was in any way aware of the story anymore. Finally I was cupping and caressing her magical breast. I was thinking that she couldn't be that itchy. She was teasing me and enjoying it all in the process. Her next words confirmed my adolescent suspicions. "Oh drats, my other nipple has started now. It's just as itchy. It's just like having nits, once you start it jumps about all over the place." She shifted around slightly so her other breast was more available to my 'itching!' There was no reluctance any more and I willingly scratched her nipples until she was moaning softly and then just in case her itch moved, I treated her whole budding breast to the same treatment. Finally, to my complete and utter disappointment, she closed the book and pushed my hand away. "Thanks Jay that was good for you. Sorry to be such a nuisance." I mumbled incoherently as I rolled away from human pillow. "Oh dear we seem to be in need of an early evening milking today." My cock was rock hard and had slipped out of the opening of my pyjamas. I was past any sort of embarrassment at my need for milking anymore and I lay back in anticipation. I was not to be disappointed. Her soft warm hand wrapped around my cock and she slowly and languidly stroked my cock up and down. Then her head lowered and her lips and tongue tantalised my sensitive cock head. And then Nirvana. Her warm wet mouth enveloped my starting prick. Her right hand snaked up under my pyjama top and she gripped my nipple and squeezed and rolled it quite painfully. But I didn't mind the pain was part of the pleasure and I moaned and squirmed in her grip. I tried to hold out hoping her milking would continue forever and ever, but alas neither my young body or my mind had the level of control required. I felt it rise way back in my tummy, rushing through my groin and exploding out of my prick. Onwards to rushed into her receptive eagerly sucking mouth. I knew she wouldn't swallow if she could help it. She stroked and squeezed me a few more times as she filled her mouth with my cum. Then she was on the move. Our lips met and my mouth was filled with my own cock building love cream. It was absolutely exquisite! Finally we lay side-by-side just enjoying the peace and satisfaction and relief! She stroked my cheek softly and kissed me lightly on the lips. It was overwhelming. "Jay I'm so glad you like me feeding your own cum cream 'cos its certainly working. Your cock is bigger I'm sure and you spurt your cream more powerfully. I can hardly hold it in my mouth. Soon I'll have to start swallowing some so I don't choke." Any strangeness about what she was telling me had long past. I was quite convinced what I had been told was true. And here was living proof. Yes I did seem more developed down there and I did think I shot more cream and more often. I was feeling pretty proud of myself. "And Jay," she whispered conspiratorially, "I think my itches might need scratching pretty often, that's if you don't mind." She lowered her eyes and fluttered her eyelids. Mind! Mind! Not bloody likely. I kissed her on her lips, which she certainly didn't seem to mind. "Oh I think I can manage that for you," I giggled. The second tremendous thing actually happened about a week later, on a Saturday, which usually meant Sophie spent much of the day with me. She was wearing a halter-top, which showed off her firm breasts so absolutely beautifully. Sophie had already given me my morning milking. I just adored being woken up by her sucking my cock. And as usual she had fed me my own cream back to me. But it wasn't long before I was ready for another milking. Nicky though wasn't offering and I hadn't really gotten to the point of asking, so I tried as hard as I could to show some self- control. It was almost lunchtime before Nicky joined me on my bed whilst we listened to some more music. I was sitting with my head on her small firm breasts listening to the music, but also enjoying the sound of her soft heartbeat. Finally she spoke. "Jay I think I feel an itch coming on!" I grinned and immediately reached for little nipple. I scratched around the outline under her tight cotton top and was immediately rewarded by the sight and feel of it hardening. It wasn't the only thing. My cock rose rapidly and it nudged out of my pyjamas and I realised it was nestling up against her leg. She let me scratch away for about half a minute. "Jay I'm still itchy, you might need to do it a bit differently." I looked at her bemused. How on earth do you scratch differently? She kissed me softly. It was so kind and tender. "Jay it might be better if I take my top down." Without any further ado she reached up and undid the bow behind her neck. I held my breath in sheer anticipation. The straps fell down over her chest and she slowly, but deliberately hooked her fingers inside the top of edge of her halter top and edged the tight material down over those two beautiful wondrous orbs. Firstly revealing the rise of her tanned breasts with each revealing millimetre becoming fuller. And then those two gorgeous ached for, but unseen small hard rounded nipples. It was just incredibly. I was so rock hard and so turned on. Finally she pushed her top around her waist and opened her arms directly to me. I melted into her arms and her small tight protuberances mashed against my chest I realised that she was tanned all over completely. Sooo cute! "Your pyjama top is itchy," she whispered, "better take it off." She released me and deftly flipped open the five buttons and pushed it from my shoulders. "Oh how cute, you're all hard. They're nearly as big as mine." I looked down at my own chest and indeed my nipples were rock hard and not for the first time I marvelled at how elongated they seemed. She was right I was nearly as big as she was. Now for the first time I was able to do a direct comparison between her breasts and my flabby bits. For the first time I realised that they weren't so much flabby as actually quite well formed. If I had been looking at a photo I reckon I might have thought I was looking at a little girl and her budding boobs. This was weird. Before I had time to ponder more she enveloped me in another hug and we slipped down flat out on my bed. Our bodies intertwined. My cock still free, pressed against her groin. Our mouths were only millimetres away from each other. Our hot breaths intermingled. No wonder I was so excited. But it was our chests, our hard nipples, dare I say it, our respective boobs now mashed, bare skin on bare skin that were just so erotic. "Jay can I tell you something, please don't laugh?" I was horrified. Why would I laugh at my guardian angel, my semi- naked guardian angel? "Of course not. I wouldn't. I truly wouldn't." "It's a bit hard for me, you see I've never had a boyfriend..." She stopped and looked into my face. My only reaction was of surprise. I hadn't really thought about, she was a honey, a 14-year- old honey. She must have had a boyfriend, mustn't she? "See I want to kiss you, kiss properly, not just a quick peck on the lips, but I'm not sure I know how. I don't want to look silly. I don't want you to think I'm just a baby..." She was still looking at me intently. Me, I was still in shock The more I thought about it, the more I reckoned I had just thought she would be pretty experienced. But here she was telling me she wasn't... she didn't...! And she wanted to kiss me and not look silly! Gee I thought I was the only one who would look silly if I tried to kiss her properly. And oh dear I did so much want to kiss her properly. "It's OK I just thought you'd have heaps of boyfriends," I said softly. I had no idea how to respond to her revelation, "but what can I do?" "Well," and she smiled shyly. I hadn't seen this side of her before. This was the girl who sucked my cock telling me she didn't really know how to kiss properly. Duhhh! "Could we... You know... Could we sorta practice together. You know practice kissing. Like a real boyfriend and girlfriend?" "You mean you want to be my girlfriend?" I asked incredulously. She blushed so sweetly "Yeh I guess I do. Silly isn't it, after all we do for each other already?" Plain crazy was closer I thought. But I kept that one to myself. "Id like that so much. I love you already. That would be just so perfect. Not that we're going out anywhere, not with my legs like this still." "They'll get better, they already are. Soon we can go to the pictures, to dances, to parties. It'll be so much fun!" She made it sound so easy. And I suppose one day in the not too distant future it would be like that. I was getting better. I was more mobile. My legs had been hurt pretty bad in the accident and then lying there immobile for so long hadn't helped, but they were getting stronger and I was learning to use them all over again. Yeh one day soon! "So how?" I asked. "Well I thought we could just... you know... practice." She giggled cutely. "As often as possible." Which was exactly what we did. I was surprised at how quickly we became quite adept at kissing, tongue fencing, tonsil exploration and saliva swapping. I do know it kept my cock hard and on the edge of explosion. I was also acutely aware at how sensitive my nipples and chest bulges were as we became quite excited with each other. It was Nicky who suggested I might 'like to try and cure my itch with your tongue!' Kissing and sucking her small firm boobs and hard extended nipples was a huge turn on. And when she started reciprocating I realised that it was not just my nipples that were so sensitive, but also my boy whole bulges. Finally Nicky once again descended upon my cock and within seconds of her filling her mouth with my hardness I was once more exploding passionately into her. This time it was me who searched for her cum filled mouth and French kissed with her until I collected every last tasty morsel. I was determined that my cock grew big and strong and healthy. As we lay there afterwards Nicky was idly stroking my nipples and boy bulges. "You know they're quite big for a boy and very sensitive. But I do love them. You'd make some of my younger girlfriends quite jealous and send a few boys crazy." I suppose I should have responded more negatively to the latter comment, but after my experience with Steven I was quiet enjoying my apparently more unusual attributes. But I was worried enough to mention it Sophie the following morning. "Yes they've been monitoring your changes. You see it's not unusual for boys as they go through puberty to get chest or even breast growths, but it comes slowly and goes away quite quickly. In your case with your body delaying puberty it's now in catch up mode, so everything is much more rapid." The third thing that happened occurred later that same day. Dr Matthews came by and Sophie explained my concerns. He examined me which was quite nice, if somewhat embarrassing, as I got excited as usual. He pretended not to notice. "Well Jay, Sophie has explained what is happening. We can reduce the swelling, but it will mean reducing the dosages that are working on getting you up and mobile. It's your choice really. If it's affecting you that much we'll certainly do that." He looked at me waiting for a reply. Shit what a choice, budding boobs or mobile legs. Plus how do you tell a doctor you quite like your little boobs and hard nipples 'cos your nurse and best girl love playing with them. Finally I answered. "Doc I'm sick and tired of lying this bed I want out as soon as possible, I guess a bit of flab is a small price to pay. Sophie says when the medications stops my body will return to normal is that right?" He nodded seriously, "not immediately, but yes that's pretty much the case with most boys. Some times it takes some boys a bit longer, but with you it shouldn't be a problem." "OK then I'll put up with it!" "Good man," he smiled as I buttoned up my pyjama jacket. The heavier material brushed against my hard nipples and I couldn't help but shiver in pleasure. "Jay do they hurt at all?" he sounded quite concerned. "Oh no, I thought they're a huge turn. But I couldn't say that to my doctor. "Sometimes its a bit uncomfortable." "Often?" I nodded. "I was afraid of that. It crates a problem. If your nipples get inflamed you risk getting an infection and we'll have to stop the medication all together." Shit! Me and my big mouth. "There is an alternative, but you won't like it. Few boys do, but I have to admit