One of the many thingsI leaned from my parents was to be kind to others.  As nudists, they always had friends over at our pond on the back of our farm in Canada inside a gravel pit my family owned.  Everyone was alwyas complimenting and feeling extemely comfortable with each other and let them enjoy themselves as we all skinny dipped at the pond.  My parents always offered to help their friends and that was recipicrated many times that I remember.  It seemed everyone was smiling and being fun and genuinely loved each other. 

This kindness lent itself to my parents inviting a family friend to stay at our house while he recovered from a major accident. Apparently, Guy was in a motorcycle accident and broke both legs an arm and the wrist/ hand on the other arm.  This man was not in a good place.  My parents offered to allow Guy to stay in one of our extra bedrooms on the main floor of our farmhouse.   We visited Guy in the hospital and when I walked into his room woth my parents, he was in the hospital bed and covered up with multiple blanket and it looked like someone built a fort with blankets over him.  He was sleeping as the monitors beeped and the typical hospital sounds over the intercom and our steryl surroundings.   I listened as my parents commented on what they knew about his situation and discussed how they could offer to have Guy stay with us while he recovered as he was just divorced and living alone with his 2 Golden Retrievers.  Soon a nurse came in as they discussed his condition and how they can help him. 

As a teen, I didn't really understand the medication but knew enough to know he would be on drugs for a while as he recovered.  When we were there, Guy woke up and was confused and foggy as he talked to my parents.  One of the side effects of his meds was that he was going to be sedated for a while and it was very obvious he wasn't going to be independent for a long time.  Months as I heard.  We tried to make the best of the situation when he was awake, he showed us his casts slurring and sometimes not knowing what he watrying to say.  Both his legs were in a long cast which wrapped around his waist for stability with a bar connecting his casts  at the knees and ankles.  Wow, I thought, he's was definitely roughed up and we were there a couple days after the accident but my dad went up to the hospital that evening to make sure his friend was ok.  What a kind man my father was.  

Back home, we set the bedroom up for him as best we could.  A few days later, I remembed an ambulance pulling into the long dusty driveway bringing Guy to our house. It was quite the process as I watched from the picnic table.  As my parents shook hands with the medical staff, they kicked up dust driving off the farm as I heald my mom and dad talking throught the open screned window how they were going to settle Guy in.  My dad called for my help through the window so I quickly entered the house to assist.  Guy was consious and more aware than the other day.  He was talking to them about what to do to make him more comfortable as he was basically useless in his lower half in a cast with the groin open for him to use  the bathroom.  As we helped him and adjusted the bed, they talked about a nurse coming over to help him.  Grunting and moanig as we shifted him around, I felt extremely sorry for guy.   Then he made a funny comment that refered to me seeing him naked many times before so I was used to seeing his cock and dark yellow thick hair unkept around his cock and balls.  

After getting Guy settled in the bed, my dad drove the truck to Guys neighbors house to grab his dogs and some personaly things as he was definitley going to be at our house for a while.   Guy fell asleep and my mom took the time to explain my involvement in helping. He had a bell by his bed by his right side with the broken wrist. While we were sitting in his room looking at him sleeping, she said that he will need to go pee and poop and that we will need to help him with that but the nurse will be here to help at times too.   Mom explained what to do and a couple hours later, Guy informed us that he needed to as he said "take a piss".  My mother talked me through the process.  She threw the blanket off his casts and made room.  Unfazed, my mom handed me the bed pan and put her hand on my shpoulder to guide me toward him and help him wioth her guidance.   Then I realized that I was expected to hold Guy's cock while he peed.   Mom, told me how to hold the bedpan then instructed me to grab his cock and  direct the tip to the pan.  As Guy watched me, I carefully took my fingers on my right hand and reached over the cast to look down over him as I watched the pan.  He flinched right when the flesh of my fingers touched the first penis ever.  It was soft and squishy as I carefully held his above verage size man meat in my hands like I was using a garden hose. He let his stream dark yellow stream go as I watched with his shaft in my small teen hand while my mother watched from his feet. She watched her teen daughter hold a man's cock for the first time.   She was very professional and I was curious.

When Guy was ending his long leak, my mom said, when hes done, sheake ot off a bit and she will wipe him.  Guy slurred that today was his luck day and we chuckled and little did he know, his luck was going to continue.  I shook his cock off as I held it more confidently then my mom, from the other side of the bed had a couple washclothes with her. Comfortably, she took his cock from my hand and lengthened it with a wet washcloth over her free hand as she wiped his tip then as she pulled his cock out fully arousing me she said whe you do this make sure you wash his tesicles and below since he cannot clean himself.  I watched intently as she ran the clothe over his man parts as I looked at him gazing at the scene with me. When mom was done, she threw the covers back over him and instructed me to dump the bedpan in the toilet and rinse it from the tub water and bring it back.  On my way back she stopped me in the hallway and thanked me for the help and Guy is very embarrassed by this so she appreciates my help and that he is here and that we need to make him as comfortable as we could.  Even if it's just sitting in there to keep him company.  Gladly!!

A couple day passed and most of the helping was from my mom and the nurse.   Then, as I sat outside on the picnic table. Guy called out "hello" as he never know who was around or rang the bell.  His bedroom was over looking the driveway and parking so he could see who's vehicles were coming or going as his bed was facing the window. "Coming" I said as I passed his window. I entered his room and he said Sorry but he needed to take a piss.  OK, I replied as I grabbed a washcloth and then realized what I was about to do.   I set the washcloths on the stand by the bed, positioned the bedpan and eagerly reached for Guy's penis. Thank you, he mumbled.  I said, it's no problem.   As my fingertips touched the wrinkly skin of his foreskinn, he flinched but I was there to help.  I pulled the skin down as his penis large head exoised itself hile I boldly held his manhood more boldly as I enjoyed feeling Guy's cock in my teen hands.  It was mine to play with, so to speek.   I wrapped my short skinny fingers aroung the upper third of hin cock and help it far more firmly than before as I held his flesh hose as he released his pee into the bedpan.  I got better with my aim as I held the shaft more confidently.  Unfazed, Guy, in a sluggish and playful comment, said, oh, that feels good as we both watched him pee. 

His rope of urine weakend as I let his cock trickle as he sat perched up watching me handle him.  I shook it as his head wobbled from my index finger and thumb as I shook his tool, I may have shook it far longer than usual feeling aroused seeing his cock in my grasp.  As I grasped his cock and watched the drips hit the pan.  He then said, I still have to go so I looked at him ans said, take your time, I know it's difficult.  So, as I held his cock in my hand, I slowly motioned very small strokes of his dick.   Aiming at the bedpan, it seemed like we both had a motive while I waited.  HIs legs submissively spread wide as I looked at Guy with his eyes closed cock in hand.  I silently waited for about  minutesas I felt his cock growing slowly in my hand for the first time in my life.  He whispered that feels so good as I held his cock.  Reaching over his cast,  with my bare hand, I set the bedpan at the foot of the bed and took the washcloth and cleaned him as my mother instructed.  My grip on this man's semi erect hand adjusted to the change in size.  Much easier to hold as I took the wet fabric and wiped over his shaft and over his clenched hairy scrotum.  I lightly rubbed over each testical as I have never felt on before.  I have heard plenty about how sensitive balls can be so, I was gently. 

I was extremely curious while Guy lay spread eagle like this for me as my hand pulled the waschcloth oner his sack and just above his asshole. I stroked him lightly as I remember the softness that I touch myself with knowing hos sensual it made me.  I ran my hand round his shaft washing him yet, feeling his muscle grow in my hand.   He moaned but his eyes were closed as I enjoyed this feeling.  He softly whispered " don't stop, it feel so good... take your time" as I took that as an invitation.  This poor man lays here in misery and this is his great moment as it was mine too.  Washing Guy's taint and becoming more aggressive with my hold on his growing muscle. I have seen many adult magazines and videos by this age that I generally knew what it looked like to jerk a cock off as I felt it was not my goal.  Mostly out of it,I began sliding my small soft teen hand over Guy's mostly erect cock now.  He was substantilly larger than when we began.  I was intrigued by the growth and imagined how it felt to please myself.  I wanted this for him.  He laid still as I lengthened my stroke on his cock.  I gently gripped his flesh as I ran my hand over him.  I used my fingertips to feel the hardness and squeezing the muscle to test how firm it was.  I was impressed with the size and shape of Guy's erection.  Was he awake of asleep?  Either way.... I was intrigued. 

By now, Guy's massive tool was about two of my handlengths and plenty of meat to inspect.   Massaging him from above and below, my pace over his shaft was more rapid as my hand stroked lightly, the first cock I ever touched, I knew this felt incredibel and was just as timlulating watching my hand please his long, pink veiny cock.  It looked and felt so strong in my hand while I listned to Guy's breathing which was consistent and upbeat.  An occasional moan verified my touch was perfect and pleasant.  Staying on my task, Oh fuck, Guy quietly grunted as I held him firm in my hand jerking him off.  I saw him clench as I felt a change in his cock gripping him as he swelled in my fingers while I washed his balls and they tightened up while I stare at him then, a rope of his cum started spitting from his girthy cock.  I stared and immediately stroked him as fast and long as I could.  His cock throbbed in my hand as I was extremely aroused and felt an obligation to make his climax very satisfying.  My hand frantically rubbed his cock while cum gushed.  His first stream shot out fast and onto the bed and his cast rod. I kept jerking him off hearing his breathing tighten and release while he came.  I milked Guy's cock with pleasure to myself and seeing and making him cum was such a rush.  I held his balls with the washcloth while his cum, the reward,  emptied and the twitching  of his long cock in my hands was addicting.  I slowed my stroke and, as a dairy farmer, I was very familiar with how to milk him. 

Holding the erection firm but loosened my grip then, grabbed his cock just abouve his balls and I firmly grabbed his man udder and worked the cum from his aroused cock.  I watched as his cum, oozed from the tip of hios cock from what I had just milked from him.   I repeated this while the pleased man flesh was again milked while I puled the cum from his cock out to the head which was dripping and sloppy from my fast stroking.   I saw the cum and quickly ran my fingers over it on Guy's dark pink head and forskin.  I wanted to play with some of his cum curious of many things about it.  How he shot it from his cock, to the second and following sperts and seeing it spit from his erection as I handled him and maked Guy cum.  I felt the extremely slippery cum on his tip and used my palm to cover his tip and grab all the spew I could.  I used it as lubrication back down his limping shaft.  Oh, Guy said as he laid back on his pillows eyes still closed as I look at him laying there helpless.   I slowly slid the warm slippery cum down his 3/4 hard tool.  Plenty firm enough to keep playing.  He said to the ceiling, don't stop as I masturbated my first cock to an orgasm and was determined to bring another.  I just wanted to play with his cock and do differnt thing to it to satisfy my curiousity and affirm that I was sensual enough to live this out. 

With his approval to take my time, I watched his meat protrude from his bush as I kept it in my hand as a gift.  I watched my hand glide over his shiny cock slowly and firmly.  Long soft lubricated strokes pleased to see my hand jerking off a cock.  I continued stroking playfully and carefully to feel his shaft in my hand.  I felt it get more firm with each long sloppy stroke from his balls to his shaft mesmerized by the strong viens that are pumping all the blood to his long erection as I knew this had to feel as incredible as it looks.  My body is numb and I was very enthralled with his erection.  Pulling my small hand over his big hard dick was addicting to me.  I focued on how sensitive I get after and orgasm, I was aware of this as I arm and hand were tiring.  His abused cock changed from a pale pink to a dark pink and his head more redish.  Grasping him, I focused on his head like it was my clit.  I used my fingers with my palm over the head to massage just below his throbbing submissive head with all fingers rubbing that sensitive areas with the same touch I use on myself.  I tickled his tip slowly seeing him jump as  held his head.  Massaging the underside of his tool and just below his tip.  He moaned and his head turned from on side to the other as I watched Guy while his cock twitched in my determined fingers.   A grunt and I watched his cock spit more cum right into my palm as I reached over him only caressing ing his cock head while he sprayed more white gold in my hand.  This load was much smaller but the intensity of his releaser was just as powerful.  Cupping his cum as his cock jumped up and down slappping my hand i kept tickling his head  as Guy grunted and his body clenched in euphoria.   

Cupping my winings, I held the cum in front of me.  I saw the mixture of clear and cloudy sperm in my hand.  I used my thumb to feel the slimy texture as my other hand was holdig his softening dick.   I loved the feeling of his manhood in my hand and having cum to play with.  Again, seeing many pornos of my dad's I knew that having it on me was a thought.  Mainly, I want to taste him.  Feeling his meat soften in my hand, I raised my cuppled hand to my face to smell it.   It had a very distinct salty aroma to it.  Watching women suck cock and swallow cum was intriguing and very arousing to me.   Guy's eyes were still closed as he lay on his back facing my side.   I cupped my hand and brought it to my mouth.  I didn't want to be timid in my adventure as I tipped my head back and poured Guy's cum in my mouth.  It was more in my mouth than I exptected.  The cum immediately coated my while tongue and the salty taste was erotic.  After a couple second coating my tongue, I swallowed the salty load that, just secionds ago, came from his cock which I was still holding on to while it retreated and dripped cup from the tip and onto my pinky finger.  The flavor was interesting as I swallowed a secong time tasting his cum on all my taste buds and the ones in the back of my tongue enjoyed it more.  Using my tongue to clean the rest of the cum from my hand, I let his cock go and sucked on my pinky to clean off his treasure.  I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of cum.   But now, I'm like a vampire... I want more.  

As my friend was recovering, we got to know each other better and as Guy was more alert, I was able to please him with how he wanted to be touched as I jerked him off and milked his shaft many many many times. Being allowed to play with and taste his cum as the poor guy had nothing to do but submissively lay around a bold,curious and horny teen girls house recovering while she was just lending a helping hand.