The Accident

15 year old Pico had not seen the cyclist coming, had also overheard the angry ringing because his mind was elsewhere. Lila kept him and herself with occasional piano lessons and many rich lovers to make ends meet until she could give up playing the piano altogether. Pico had to choke down his jealousy of the various friendships, she had told him plainly — they depended on the generosity of their friends. He nodded to retreat silently and bitterly into his shell when Lila had a new benefactor and only thawed out when she graciously and lovingly embraced him again. He soon learned that what connected Lila and him connected was of a very different quality than what she pretended to her lovers.

Although his mental development was still far from keeping pace with his age‐appropriate kept pace, he already felt strong and grown up, withdrawing inconspicuously and silently so as not to disturb Lila's turtling. He understood very early on that she was giving herself for money and that it was her body that enabled them to live in modest luxury. Rarely did a suitor get to see him. He he hung out in the former servants' quarters with his thoughts or read exciting or read exciting books by Sven Hedin, Melville and H.G. Wells, or by Chevalier de Seingalt, Marquis de Sade and Giacomo Balsamo. Only rarely did he sneak into the bathroom to watch through the secret crack in the former hatch. Pico was surprised how differently the suitors behaved; most of them could hardly wait to pounce on Lila and cum after a few seconds. and cum after a few seconds. Hardly any took their time and tried to arouse Lila as well. And very few who could make love so long and persistently that Lila sighed and Pico became a little jealous of her orgasm. He found it especially confusing in the beginning that Lila also sold herself to beautiful rich girls and elegant ladies and made exciting love games with them. He couldn't get enough of the lesbian acts and hung excitedly at the spy window. Until Lila explained it to him in great detail when he grew up and asked her. She looked at him very warmly and completely honestly when she added afterwards that she had always loved lesbianism and that he need not be jealous of the girls anyway.

Only once was he close to tears from jealousy, that time when the young girl‐wife of the fat district leader fell in love with the fabulously erotic Lila (his Lila!) fell in love. Pico trembled with excitement as he spied on the women making love, and his excitement turned to bitterness when the two made love over and over again for whole afternoons with a fierceness and devotion he had never seen with Lila before had never seen. Lila, who for hours afterwards was as if absent and seemed to glow from within. These afternoons Pico dreaded because he clearly felt an inexplicable inferiority as never before. When this affair came to an end, Pico tried to do all what he thought he had copied from this girl, but Lila was lovesick and snortingly dismissed him, saying he should not to be so stupid and jealous! Pico hid sulkily in his snail shell and read for probably the hundredth time the bloodthirsty hunt of Melville's Ahab for the white whale. It was a hard time before he could accept that her Male acquaintances served luxury and her Female acquaintances were for pleasure.

Lila, through her connections, had placed him in a good school after all, and now he was eagerly trying to catch up on the missing material, having lost more than a year after his mother's sudden death. In his mind, he went over the last mathematics example once again and tried to find out why he had not succeeded in solving it. He could hardly remember later how the accident happened; in any case, the bicyclist fell and knocked Pico to the ground; the handlebars drilled into his loins and Pico lost consciousness when he hit the sidewalk pavement hard.

The cyclist was already over the hills when compassionate passersby picked him up and called the rescue; a little later he was in the hospital. After initial treatment, he lay in a large room that housed 4 or 5 patients. Lila, his only relative, came rushing in and anxiously questioned him about what had happened. Later, she secretly followed him to the bathroom and looked at the damage. His erection was pressing hard, but even though she was masturbating him very gently, Pico was in so much pain that Lila stopped again. Pico tried to somehow get through the days in the hospital, although he felt get through them, although he was very uncomfortable there.

He gradually recovered and hoped to be discharged soon. The wound in his pubic symphysis healed quickly, but he still had pain in his right testicle. Lila whispered to the doctor and insisted on further examination. Sighing, the doctor gave in, Pico was x‐rayed again, the blood was examined and even the old professor was called in again. Pico turned fiery red when the old man, accompanied by a gaggle of young trainee doctors, pushed up his institutional shirt during the rounds and exposed him to everyone. With pointed, aged fingers, he pushed Pico's small, shriveled penis aside and pointed to the injury to his scrotum, quickly muttering Latin and medicalese. He lifted the scrotum and pointed to the darkly discolored swelling, then pressed lightly on the testicle and Pico cried out softly. The professor touched the cock, and as it slowly rose, the professor pointed to the differently moving testicles. Within seconds, Pico got a huge erection because he had been suffering from the distress for a long time. He was very embarrassed because so many eyes were staring at his bursting erection, which the professor was still holding. Again a quick comment followed with much Latin, then the professor let go of Pico's flagpole disinterestedly, turned and quickly moved on to the next patient room. Incidentally, if the professor had not been so absentminded, he would have been able to explain Pico's badly survived concussion could have been noticed; but so it remained undiscovered forever.

The last in the group, a young medical trainee doctor, stayed behind and once again extensively and curiously palpated his genitals, especially the aching testicle and then his erection. She was obviously still very inexperienced and asked if it hurt a lot and gently pressed on the stiff shaft. Pico shook his head, wanting nothing more than for her to finally masturbate him, but she only exploratively examined his erection and palpated the glans, which was already quite wet. She asked again, clasping the cock and very slowly pulling back the foreskin until the glans stuck out perkily, and did it a few more times. She pulled her hand carefully up and down and asked if it hurt, while she curiously watched the glans disappear and appear under the foreskin. Pico breathed huddled, thinking only of squirting in his urgent need, and made rapid, thrusting pelvic movements. She looked irritated at her fist because it now looked like she was deliberately giving him a hand job, and immediately blushed at the lewd grins of the fellows in the other beds. At the same moment that she felt the twitching and squirting, he squirted into her hand, she let go of his naughty cock in confusion, jumped to the side in horror and ran after the others. Pico covered his squirting cock with his hand and ran dripping into the bathroom, where he finished carefully masturbating, although it still hurt quite a bit. When he came back, he was very ashamed, because the other boys grinned at him impudently.

A few days later, Lila accompanied him to another examination. The doctor pressed a small glass bowl into Pico's hand, pointed to the booth partitioned off with a white plastic curtain, and murmured that he needed some semen for the examination. Pico did not understand a word in his excitement, but obediently went into the booth and sat down. Lila sat at the doctor's desk and whispered to him. Pico wondered vaguely how Lila knew the doctor so well. Pico sat mute and silent, for he did not know what was expected of him. After a while the nurse, a mature, large‐breasted woman came to the curtain and asked quietly and kindly if it was not possible? Pico looked up, but he didn't know what to say. Suddenly Lila looked over and surveyed the situation; then, to Pico's astonishment, she made a definite gesture: masturbate! Pico was now completely confused and remained sitting stock‐still with red ears. Lila made the hand gesture again, but he couldn't believe she really meant it.

After a while, the fat nurse came back, stuck her head in and muttered, "Well, why don't you start?" Pico looked at her, frightened, and shrugged. "Yes, don't you know how to do it?" she asked, and Pico answered in the negative, not knowing for sure exactly what she meant. The nurse turned and he could hear her whispering softly to the doctor.

"Well, pull up your gown," the nurse said kindly, taking a rubber glove from the table. As she slipped it on and spread a little lubricating ointment on the inside surface, she smiled at Pico and told him again to pull up his gown. Now Pico obeyed, trembling inside. The nurse came into the cubicle and pulled the plastic curtain closed behind her, but it remained open a crack, and Lila peered in at them through the gap. Pico winced and turned fiery red when the nurse put a little cloth on his thigh and grabbed his cock. Smiling, she waited a few seconds until his cock began to swell. Pico could smell her warm, sweaty exhalation and stared at the short, white smock, under which the huge bosom wobbled, and then stared at the slit of the smock, where the fullness of her body made the buttons almost burst. Bashfully and surreptitiously, he glanced from time to time, daring a peek into the slit of her smock.

She massaged the cock only very lightly, as if she did not know how it went, let again and massaged his inner thighs in between. With every movement her body wiggled along, the thick butt wiggled and the curtain wiggled, wiggling also the gap in the curtain opened a bit, as did the gap in her smock. She gently held the foreskin on the glans with her gloved hand and slowly moved it back and forth steadily. Pico's cock quickly lengthened until it was completely stiff. Pico looked up, looked directly into Lila's eyes and became very embarrassed; did it just seem to him, or was she amused? Still, he felt strangely inhibited because the curtain had opened wider and because the doctor and Lila were looking over. Suddenly Lila smiled and winked at him reassuringly. The nurse smiled kindly at him and massaged his cock gently and carefully, then faster and faster, with everything about her beginning to undulate and the gown in front revealing more than it concealed.... Every now and then Pico thought he could see into the side of her bra, even thought he could see a little bit of her bosom. He lowered his eyes and thought he saw a dark shadow between her naked thighs. He looked and looked and couldn't actually see anything, yet he was quite sure that she was wearing nothing but gauzy panties.

When she found that he had now peeked enough, the nurse reached for the small bowl and held it under his cock, then bent over him again him. "Here we go!" she whispered kindly and smiled friendly at him with her beautiful eyes. Pico, despite his arousal, was trepidatious and didn't understand why she wanted to jerk him off now, in front of the others, where he was exposed to their gaze without protection. With two fingers she held the foreskin at the very front and quickly pulled it vibrating back and forth, but only a tiny bit. Pico concentrated on the huge heaving breasts and felt amazed that it came to him much too quickly with her method, perhaps because he was also suffered from a great distress or because he looked fascinated under her gown. The nurse paused as he squirted and energetically withdrew his foreskin to deftly catch some semen in the small bowl, which she then placed on the table. She grinned with satisfaction, gripped the shaft a little tighter with her fist, and shook it out of her wrist, fast as a propeller. "Is it good?" she asked choppily, and he felt richly stupid, as if she had asked if he liked his lunch. It seemed to Pico that she raced up and down the semen‐wet and lube‐anointed rubber glove for ages before he felt it coming again, twitching and squirting little jets because her fast rubber rubbing felt so unspeakably good. She gently pulled back the foreskin a couple of times, realizing how much he was enjoying the orgasm, and also to let the rest drip onto the soft cloth. When he was done, she gradually stopped and patted his cheek with a friendly grin before walking out with the small bowl. He felt terribly ashamed when he looked up, for everyone had been watching: Lila, the doctor, and the nurse.

"So innocent and so sweet," the fat nurse said, shaking her head, "he had no idea yet!" The doctor grinned and teased her, she could have done it a little more matter‐of‐factly and not so, full of self‐sacrificing femininity. She did not notice his mockery and hid her emotion as she walked over to the desk, and loudly murmured, almost inaudibly, that she hoped his first time would be remembered as a wonderful experience. She then placed the small bowl in a container and labeled it before washing her hands. The doctor and Lila whispered for a while longer, then the nurse said he could get dressed and come out. Pico obeyed. Lila jokingly pinched his side as they walked down the Stairwell toward his room.

"Well, that was fun!" whispered Lila excitedly, pinching him again chummy in the forearm, "and she masturbated you twice!"

Pico was sad and whispered back that he had actually only been afraid and that he did not understand at all why she had allowed it. Lila stopped and looked at him in silence for a moment, then she explained seriously that his testicle had been badly injured and she wanted to be sure if he would recover completely. Oh well, mumbled Pico uncomprehendingly and sadly lowered his head sadly, oh well.

He was allowed to go home with Lila the other day and stayed at home. At night he dreamed of being back at the doctor's office, standing naked next to the desk. The doctor and Lila cuddled and held hands, grinning, while the resolute nurse kept jerking him off at lightning speed and splashing him in soft, warm steaming cloths.

After a few days, Lila went back to the doctor; when she got home, she sat down on the sofa, pale and silent. It was a long time before she jerked away and told Pico in a tearful voice that he would never have children. Pico had to think of poor Monika and wept, wept silently on Lila's bosom.

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