Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 06:31:37 +0200
From: dragonlover2@gmx.us
Subject: Pee Time with Andy

***This did not happen in real life. This is just a fantasy I conjoured up
just now***

Back in 1991, I was 22 years old. I had a pretty good job. I worked in a
residential treatment center for boys with various kinds of handicaps. I
worked the overnight shift, 11 PM to 7 AM. I had to supervise the overnight
goungs on with my assigned hallway of boys, ages 10 to 17.  I adored my job
there, because it afforded me many opportunities to see some boy cock.

Well, one night, well into my time there, one of the boys, Andy called me
to his room at around 2:30 AM. I walked to his room at the far end of the
hallway.

"Mr. John, I gotta pee," he says to me. He was a very plump boy, diagnosed
with Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy. He was confined to a motorized
wheelchair. He was 11 at this time.

So, I went into the bathroom to get a plastic urinal. My dick was already
hard at the prospect of seeing his hairless little member. I walked back to
his room.

"Ready buddy?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I am," he said quietly. So, I carefully turned him on his back. I
then lifted up his legs so his knees were over his stomach. Then, I gripped
his pajama bottom elastic and slid them from around his fat little bottom,
and pulled them down to his ankles. Then, I did the same to the tighty
whities he was wearing. Of course, in this position, his bottom was the
first thing I saw. Totally hairless and smooth. After taking just a few
seconds to admire his little boy bottom, I gently lowered his legs. His
legs automatically landed in an open position. Now, I had seen his little
boy cock many times before. But it never failed to turn me on. Its well
known among guys like me, that fat boys have small penises. With Andy, it
was no different. His was cut, only about an inch long. As he lay helpless
on his back, it stuck straight up, even though it was soft. I then sat him
up, and placed the urinal to his penis. He almost immediately started
peeing. I watched at his yellow liquid filled the urinal. When it was about
a quarter full, his peeing slowly diminished to nothing.

"Are you done, pal?" I asked.

He nodded yeah. I them pulled the urinal away from him, and took it
straight to the bathroom where I quickly dumped it into the toilet and
flushed. When I returned, I was somewhat surprised to see that somehow Andy
got his right hand up from his side, where I left it, up to his penis, and
he was feeling himself. This was a huge turn-on. Something HAD to happen
between he and I that night. The thing is, when I walked in, he made no
effort to conceal what he was doing. So, I made the first move.

"You'll go blind if you keep doing that," I said with a smile, letting him
know I was kidding. He giggled, but continued to feel himself. Then, he
asked a question that made me truly believe that we were going to have some
fun tonight.

"Mr. John, what's sex like?" He asked with pleading blue eyes.

"That's a tough question, babe. Its really something you have to experience
to fully understand," I told him.

He frowned. "I'm never gonna have sex. No one will want to with me," he
said.

I sat down on his bed next to him, and put my arm around him, and stroked
his hair.

I whispered in his ear, "Need to talk about it?"

He nodded. All the while he's still half naked.

So, he let it all spill. He said he was a cripple, that girls don't like
boys in wheelchairs, or even boys on crutches. He said that he would die a
virgin. So, this got me thinking. I felt bad for him. I really did. So, I
did some talking of my own.

"Look. Andy. You want to know what sex is like. And I love you. I want to
help you with this. Look. I could do something for you that will make you
have an orgasm. Have you ever had one of those?" I asked.

"Orgasm? I know what that is. But no. I've never had one," he said. "Like,
what would you do?"

So, I was honest with him.

"Now, you have to be a big boy, ok? All I would do it rub your penis. It
will grow to an erection. You know what that is?" He nodded.

"OK. Good. Then, I just keep rubbing until you have an orgasm. And that's
it. Easy. And it won't hurt. I promise you that," I said, reading his deep
blue eyes. He scrunched up his face for a second.

Then he said, "am I gay or something? Letting a guy rub my weiner?"

"Not at all babe. I can't tell you that you're definitely not gay, ok? You
might be. But you'll figure that out later in life. It doesn't have to be
tonight."

So, he thought some more, then looked at me and nodded his ascent.

"OK Andy. It'll be better if you lay down. Also, wanna be naked? It feels
better when you're naked," I said. He nodded. So, while he was still
sitting up, I pulled his shirt over his head, and slid his pants and
underwear off, along with his socks. Now he was totally naked. Not a hair
to be seen anywhere but on his head. Now was the moment of truth.

"OK babe. I'm going to start. Don't be afraid of whatever happens. Its
normal, ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, ok," he said. So, ever so gently, I took his limp little penis in my
hand. I started to masssge it, concentrating on his cock head and
circumcision scar. He closed his eyes and let it happen. After a few
minutes, he was rocking his head back and forth and silently humming,
almost purring. As I rubbed, his penis started to stiffen, then went to a
full erection. At full hardness it was about 2 inches long, and pointed to
his belly. I rubbed and rubbed, ever so gently. After a few minutes,
nothing was happening. So, I changed my tactics and moved my hand to his
little scrotum. It was cool to the touch, the skin stiff. His little
testicles felt like undersized grapes. But once I manipulated them a
little, he started to moan a little. Then I went back to rubbing his
penis. As I did this, his moaning increased. His eyes squeezed shut. I
could sense that we were on the edge.

"Mr. John! My tinkle is gonna go!" He said.

"Its not tinkle, Andy. Just let it go, ok babe?" I said to him.

Then, as he approached orgasm, his breathing grew shorter and
shorter. Then, as I rubbed, his penis began to pulsate. Then he sqealed in
pleasure, as his hot, sweet boy cum shot out of the little hole in his
penis, all over his stomach and my hand. His orgasm continued for about 25
seconds, then it died down. He was panting.

"You ok sweetheart?" I asked him.

"Yeah.... I'm fine. That was totally awesome! Hey, can you show me what
came out of my weiner?" He asked. So, I got off the bed and got some tissue
from the bathroom. Not only to show him what his cum looked like, but to
clean him up as well. So I went back to his room, and cleaned the cum off
of his penis and stomach. Then I showed it to him. He studied it.

"Cool," he said.

"OK babe. Let's get you dressed in your PJs again, so you can go back to
sleep," I said to him.

"No wait.... can I sleep naked? I never done that before. Then, before you
leave, you can dress me. OK?" He said. I thought about it, and didn't see
any harm in it. So I said ok and pulled the sheet over his body.

"Sleep well, babe," I told him. He nodded and closed his eyes and promptly
fell asleep.



At 6:45 that same morning, I went to his room to dress him for the day.

"Baby... baby.... come on. Wakey, wakey, time for breaky," I said in a
sing-song voice. He woke up groggily.

"What time is it?" He asked me, his voice thick with sleep.

"Its 6:45. Time to get dressed, " I said.

As I dressed him, he was looking perplexed.

"Something on your mind, sweetheart?" I asked.

"No... just... last night was cool. You know.... when you did my
weiner. Thanks."

"Its ok babe. And, anytime I'm working, and you want it again, I'll do it
for you. I'll never say no, ok?"

His eyes brightened. "Cool!!"

And with that, I finished dressing him and got him into his chair to face
the day.