So far the morning rounds had been depressingly uneventful as the doctor led me through several geriatric patients with no good prognosis. Strokes or terminal cancer, they would have been better off home with their loved ones. But there was a new admission in 317, an 18-year-old male named Tim who had been in a bad car accident. His upper torso was swathed in bandages, and both arms and one leg were in casts. The doctor droned on about crushed ribs and compound fractures, but I concentrated on those two taut thighs protruding from his hospital gown, and wondered what type of equipment would be found at their juncture. The doctor rattled off instructions about treatment, medication, etc. But I knew what would make Tim feel better – a sponge bath and an alcohol rub.
After morning rounds I got back to Tim’s room. Tim was awake and alert, but his eyes telegraphed pain. I gave him some Demerol, and was about to feed him some orange juice and cereal, when my beeper went off. Away I went, softened by Tim’s understanding smile, but irritated enough to want to pull out the tubes on all the cranky old farts on my ward. With them out of the way, I could give Tim some real intensive care.
I was quite busy at lunch, but I saved Tim’s tray till last and got an extra dish of ice cream out of the freezer. He was glad to see me and laughed when I told him I had brought him an extra desert because I didn’t want him to waste away because of hospital food. In his good humor he pretended to throw a tantrum when I tried to feed him his peas. Still he was quite frustrated at not even being able to feed himself, and looked embarrassed when I told him that I would be back in an hour to give him a sponge bath.
I started with his face, promising him I would find time tomorrow to wash his long blond hair. I rubbed his ears, forehead, and chin vigorously, but gently lathered and wiped his neck. I told him it would be tomorrow morning before the dressing on his chest could be changed, and moved down tohis feet. His left foot was in a cast up to his ankle, so I scoured his right foot. Because Tim’s gown was above his knees, I realized if I pushed his legs forward bending them at the knees, Tim’s gown would fall down to his hips and I would be able to get a great view of his cock.
I almost bit my lip when I saw Tim’s cock curled down over his balls with the head touching the bed. How much more would it grow if I touched it, if I licked it, if I sucked it? I caught myself beginning to caress the back of Tim’s right calf, and quickly turned back into nurse-in-wash mode. AsI scrubbed both thighs, moving up closer and closer to Tim’s crotch. I saw his cock lift up off the sheet and flop over on his belly.
Thrilled that just by washing his legs, I had made Tim’s cock go semihard, my own cock was now rising to the occasion. I moved the cloth tohis balls, amazed that they were so firm and heavy. I wondered how long had it been since Tim had had some action?
Scrubbing Tim’s balls made him squirm and now his cock was stretching up to his navel. All I had to do was just reach up and take hold of it. Tim’s eyes were closed; I knew he was aroused and my own cock began to throb in anticipation. But reality set in, I was on a busy hospital ward. But I didn’t want to break contact too abruptly, so I moved the washcloth to Tim’s abdomen and while I scrubbed, I made sure to brush the head of his cock with the back of my hand. Tim’s whole body shuddered.
I stopped rubbing took one last look at that beautiful cock and pulled down Tim’s gown. Tim’s face was crimson. He said, “I’m so embarrassed, I should be able to control myself better.” “Hey!” I said, “I’m a nurse, that happens all the time. Besides I’d rather wash a well-formed young man than some wrinkled old geezer any day. Anyway its time for X-rays, I’ll be gone by the time you get back, but I’m going to leave word that you are to eat all your peas.” I winked, stroked his hair, and headed out to the station.
Then it hit me. Rose who worked the night shift owed me a favor. I would call her. She would work for me tomorrow morning, I would cover for her tonight. I thought of how quiet it would be on the ward. I thought of Tim lying on his bed unable to relieve himself. I grew dizzy with lust.
I could not sleep, I was in such a state of anticipation. A washcloth had made Tim’s beautiful cock hard. What would his cock do if I replaced that washcloth with my tongue. Finally at 10pm I showered and put on my breech scrubs, the ones that opened from the front. I stood in front of the mirror, two quick snaps and presto, with no underwear, there was one erect 8-inch cock ready for Tim! I posed before the mirror stroking my cock pretending to address Tim. —- OK Tim open your mouth and say ahhh! —- OK Tim I’m going to give you a very thorough prostrate exam —- I raced off to the hospital.
By 11:30 everything on the ward was quiet. There were only 7 patients other than Tim and I had given them all sedatives. I got some Demerol and headed for 317, my heart pounding. He was astonished and happy to see me. I explained that I had switched shifts as a favor but also to keep my eye on him. Tim laughed and said that I had foiled his plans of escape tonight. I told him the X-rays looked good, but the Demerol would make him more comfortable, and that we had the hospital to ourselves and that I was going to make good my promise to wash his hair. I took my time lathering and rinsing, Tim was relaxed and happy with the attention. Next, I went over to the cabinet and got a bottle of mineral oil, sat down at the foot of Tim’s bed and without a word began messaging his right foot. I moved to his calf with no resistance. When I lifted up his gown, Tim tensed but I told him to relax and applied a little more oil and moved my hand to his knee. I watched as that beautiful cock again start to sway as it stiffened and rose off the bed. There was no stopping now and I reached forward and caught the head in my fingertips before it flipped over. I held it straight up feeling it grow in my fingers as Tim moaned. I held the swelling head till it became rigid. I then gripped it firmly feeling it throb.
I got up keeping my hand on Tim’s cock, but adjusted the bed to a steep angle with the floor, put both pillows under Tim’s head and whispered for him to watch what I do. I then lay down between Tim’s legs raising myself on my elbows inspecting my prize. It was long and slender, the swollen head was not rounded, but elongated and tapered like a sharpened pencil, with the slit at the very tip. Tim’s balls were large, smooth, and tight against the base of his shaft. His hot cock was full and ready to explode.
With my right thumb rubbing Tim’s balls, my left hand pulled Tim’s cock back towards my mouth, where I began to breathe on the head. Tim groaned and writhed. “Look what I’m doing to your cock Tim”, I whispered, “would you like me to lick it?” “Oh yes! Yes!” He moaned. I then flicked my tongue at the raised slit watching it twitch and pulse. Tim gasped and the whole bed shook from his writhing. “Would you like me to take your cock in my mouth Tim?” I asked. “Oh do it! Do it! Do it!” He screamed. I lowered my mouth down slowly over the head, stopping when my lips were tight against the fleshy area just below the ridge of his cockhead. As I began to suck on the head, Tim gasped. The way his cock was throbbing I knew Tim was close to cumming so I released his head. Instead I drove Tim into a near frenzy by teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue. Tim began to strain to lift his cock back up into my mouth, his wiry body bouncing up off the mattress. Each time Tim thrust up into my mouth, I would slurp his whole cockhead and then pull my mouth back and wait for his next upward thrust. Wilder and wilder and faster and faster he bucked. I knew he was ready to let fly with an ocean of cum, so on Tim’s next thrust I locked my mouth around his head and sucked hard while squeezing his balls with my hands. Tim let out a load moan, and his cockhead went into uncontrollable spasms, as the first pulse filled my mouth with hot cum. I gulped it down and again Tim’s cock spurted hot cum in my mouth. I held him fast determined to suck him dry. He cried out to let him go. I pulled him out of my mouth but continued to lick the tip of Tim’s cock as his body kept convulsing. I asked Tim if he enjoyed it. He rocked his head from side to side, saying over and over again, “that was incredible.”
I got up, moved to the side of the bed, and adjusted it so Tim was sitting in an upright position. I pulled Tim to the edge of the bed, cradled his head in my left arm, and unsnapped my breeches. My cock sprang outpointing right in Tim’s face. Tim’s body tensed and he looked into my eyes. I smiled and stroked his hair. I told him to relax and just watch. I began to work my aroused cock with my hand. As I watched Tim’s innocent face staring at my cock; how I wanted to feed that mouth my cock! I began to stroke my cock harder moving it closer and closer to Tim’s face and when he did not flinch or stop staring at it, I touched his cheek with my cockhead. Tim closed his eyes. I almost came right there but I continued to stroke his hair, and rubbed my cock against his cheek. I took my forefinger and ran it back and forth across Tim’s lips, then pushed it in and out of his mouth. I then guided my cockhead to Tim’s lips, called his name, and continued to stroke his hair. I began to push against Tim’s lips, and when I called his name again, he opened his mouth and took me in. Overjoyed I placed both my hands on the back of Tim’s head to help guide my cock in and out. I developed a nice slow rhythm, going a little deeper each time, wondering if I could fuck Tim’s throat before I shot my load. But I became astonished when Tim started slurping my dick, and moved his head forward into each push. I happily took my hands away from Tim’s head, and gave myself over to his inexperienced but energetic cock sucking. I watched as those eager lips moved up and down my cock taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth. I felt the growing pressure in my balls, and I strained to hold back a wave of cum. My whole body began to shudder. I groaned, “Oh Tim I’m going to cum.” As I tried to pull my cock out of Tim’s mouth, he brought his head forward to hold me. When I realized he wanted to take my load, I went over the edge. With a loud grunt I pushed my spurting cock down his throat.
When Tim released my cock, he opened his eyes and looked at me shyly. I knelt down and kissed him softly while caressing his temples. I adjusted the bed, pulled down his hospital gown and put a blanket around him. In my most professional tone, I told him to get some sleep, for in about 2 hours I had to check to see if there was anymore swelling between his legs.