Hospital Operation - Before, During and After - Part 2 by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com) All emails responded to.
This is a true story that happened in the Summer and Autumn of 1978 ... continued from Part 1
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I had drifted off to sleep rather quickly, only to be awakened by nature's call a few hours later. So as quietly as I could, I went through my routine and proceeded to the washroom. As I passed Tony's bed, I could see in the reflection of the city lights coming through the window that he had thrown off the sheet covering his midsection and he was laying there spread out totally nude. I could make out his throbbing cut 6" cock hard pointing up towards his abdomen, right along his treasure trail, and what seemed impossibly large full balls laying in the juncture of his muscled thighs. As I continued on to the bathroom, I wondered if I had interrupted something or if he had just thrown his sheet off in his sleep and was having a very nice dream.
I turned off the light of the bathroom before I exited and the door soundlessly opened. Unfortunately the IV pole wheels squeaked a bit so it was impossible for me to be completely silent. I suddenly heard a "thwack" sound and the rustle of a sheet. When I rounded the corner from the bathroom I saw that Tony had covered up partly. Partly because the sheet only covered his groin leaving him bare from the side of his cock all the way to his other hip. I had to admit, even like that he was a gorgeous site.
As I made my way towards my bed, Tony whispered "Are you OK Peter?"
"Yeah, I am fine ... just had to piss. Sorry if I interrupted something,"
"Well, I admit, I was doing something" and he gave the universal signal for jacking off "but its not cooperating. I gotta get off, but I've been at it so long now with no progress that my arms are ready to fall off. You wouldn't want to help out a buddy would you?" he said jokingly.
His comments confirmed my suspicion that the "thwack" sound was his hard cock slapping his abdomen. I knew he was joking when he mentioned helping him out, probably expecting some smart ass response. But instead I walked over and started slowly pulling back the sheet barely covering his hard cock which almost immediately became visible in the dim light. I reached for his hard throbbing meat and ran my finger from its tip to his hot balls.
"I was only joking Peter" he whispered as he grabbed for my wrist.
"I know, but, if you feel you need some help ... I can see what I can do"
He did not say or do anything for a minute, and then he released my wrist slowly and moved both his arms up so his palms rested behind his head and he closed his eyes. His legs now spread as wide as possible and his body lay open and vulnerable to any touch I chose to provide. Now that I could take my time enjoying and absorbing the whole picture of a naked and aroused Tony, I noted his treasure trail spread out to a thick bush of pubic hair which circled his hard cock, covered his balls and I could see a thick tuft of it going further down towards his still hidden crack. Neither hip had anything more than maybe a hair here and there ... but at the top of his thighs his legs became a pretty thick mass of hair that went down to his ankles and then stopped abruptly.
I moved closer to his side, bringing my IV poles with me. With both hands I reached up and ran my hands gently across Tony's chest, enjoying the musculature I found there and then I discovered his already hard nipples. One by one I brought my hands to my mouth to wet my fingers and returned them to his tits to tease and pleasure his pencil eraser type nubs. Tony brought one hand from behind his head ... held it in mid air and then let it come down again to cover his eyes. His inviting lips parted, emitting a small gasp, and then he started to moan a little too loudly when my fingers continued to toy with his erected nipples.
I "shushed" him and he closed his mouth ... licking his lips frequently between stifled gasps. While one hand continued to torture his tits and chest ... my other hand began its travel down across his abdomen ... slowly searching its way to his still pulsing cock. Each pulse of his hard 6 inches oozed more precum just below his navel. I positioned my thumb and index finger at the very tip of his cut cock and when it pulsed the next time, my fingers grabbed the hot clear fluid and spread it down the shafts sides and onto his hairy nuts. As my left hand started caressing and exploring his hairy full balls ... my other hand left his chest and followed the trail already blazoned across his abdomen and down each side of his cock ... but then stopping and encircling the base of his cock with my fingers. As I attempted to raise his cock to a 90 degrees, I understood why his cock had "thwacked" him so loudly. As I pulled it upwards to point to the ceiling, I realised there was no way it was going happen, not without running the risk of damaging him.
So with Tony's cock at about a 45 degree angle ... I started with a slow light jacking motion as my other hand gently but fully explored his huge ball sack, my fingers luxuriating in the rather dense covering of hair there. His balls were drawn up so tight in his sack that I knew he wasn't too far away from shooting. Realising that, I decided to "break the rules" about not bending over too far .... took my hand away suddenly from Tony's cock and reached over to a rolling stool that sat against the wall behind me. I pulled it behind me and parked my butt on it so I wouldn't have to bend as low and once again grabbed his cock at its base and pulled it as far skyward as I could. Then without warning I sunk my hot wet and oh so ready mouth down onto the tip of his cock and immediately sucking to whole thing in until my nose was in Tony's pubes. My head was facing his feet because of his cocks unwillingness to point straight up. I started a fast tight suck job of his wonderful tasting cock ... giving him the best suck and tongue job that I knew how. He suddenly loudly gasped but caught himself and cut it off quickly. Next thing I know he has grabbed my head and is boldly dragging my head back and forth on his throbbing man meat.
Not a dozen strokes later I don't think ... he suddenly shoves my nose back into his pubes and his cock thickens more, threatening to close off my throat ... but doesn't. I hear him quietly almost whimper and then an ocean of cum is filling my mouth ... rocketing against the back of my throat and straight down my gullet. I swallow as quickly as I can and proudly say now, I did not lose a drop. As his shots of cum started diminishing he eased his hold on my head and I moved my head back so only his cock head was held behind my lips and I could finally taste his sperm. Almost sweet tasting, wonderful and satisfying.
My position was becoming unbearably uncomfortable .... so as soon as his cock softened ... I kissed its tip as I let it slide from my mouth now pointing to me across his hip. He was a definite "show-er" more than a "grow-er" ... it was practically the same length hard or soft. I stood up and moved the stool back against the wall and stood up beside the bed. Still I softly stroked his loosening sack and his balls which had begun to sag further into his bag .... my other hand still gently massaging his now spent man meat.
We could both hear Jim's regular deep breathing of sleep ... and as I looked at Tony's face ... I was greeted with wide open eyes and an ear to ear grin.
Quietly, Tony whispered "That was my first blowjob. It was amazing ... and so were you. Thanks buddy"
"You're welcome ... anytime" I said as one late oozing of cum came out of his pee hole ... which I grabbed on my finger and brought it to my mouth and promptly sucked off. "Hmmmmm ... delicious" I said with a teasing smile.
Suddenly his one hand reaches out and under my "poncho gown" which, for the first time I notice, has a pretty big wet spot on it where my own hard dick oozed a generous amount of precum. Tony grabbed my cock between a couple fingers and strokes it a couple times. Now it was my turn to stifle my own gasps and groans.
Still holding my cock, Tony looks up at me and says "Now you are hard. You want me to help you now?"
"You don't have to. I can take care of it when I get back to bed"
"Well, that's not fair. You helped me so its only right I help you." And with that he reaches with his other hand a bit between my legs and pulls me closer to the head of the bed.
He pulls up the front of my gown and tells me to hold it out of the way. Then he starts running his fingers up and down my hard cock with one hand and playing with my own tight nut sack with his other. I tilt my head back and peer at the ceiling as I let the feelings caused by his fingers wash over me. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, my orgasm beginning its climb from my balls. I could not help gasping loudly again when suddenly I felt his tongue run over my cock head, sampling my own oozing precum. And then I did it again when my entire cock was slowly engulfed into Tony's mouth.
"Teeth" I whimpered with a wee bit of pain in my voice as his lips sunk further towards my pubes. Tony pulled back a bit and when I descended again, his teeth were covered. Tony was definitely inexperienced, but his enthusiasm made up for it and very soon I knew I was going to shoot my load.
"I'm going to cum" I whispered urgently as I tried to push his head back .. but he grabbed my hips and held my cock in his mouth. Not 2 more slides and I was shooting my cum into his suctioning mouth. He coughed and choked and even gagged a bit ... but I had to hand it to Tony, he stuck with it until my cock softened and slipped from his lips. Even when one violent cough caused my sperm to shoot out his nose and dribble down his upper lip ... he still kept my cock trapped in his mouth ... still sucking it and running his tongue all around it.
When he'd finished he backed away so he was again laying flat on his bed, then he reached over and grabbed a couple tissues and blew his nose.
Then Tony looked up at me with another big smile and asked "How was that?"
I was holding onto his bed for support as when I came my knees went limp "Amazing ... simply amazing. But you didn't have to do that. I mean I thought the hand job was great" I whispered.
"Well ... when I was about 14 I started fooling around with a friend of mine. First we just jacked off together, and then on sort of a dare we started jacking each other off. Our deal was, what ever one did, the other did. It never progressed to a blowjob but I was wanting it to .. but I did not have the nerve to do it to him first. I thought he was going to do it this one time, but I guess he chickened out. Anyway, I figured you deserved the same deal. And besides, I've been curious since then what sucking a cock would be like. Now I know."
"So ... what did you think of it" I asked with a smirk
"I don't know. I think I am going to have to do it a few more times to know for sure" he smirked back and winked at me.
Surprised ... but delighted, I suggested maybe we should maybe make a "standing date" for this time every night ... and he readily agreed. But he said, it would be only under one condition. I asked him what that was and he replied that I only give him a blowjob when I feel I can do so comfortably ... otherwise a handjob would be almost as nice. So it was agreed.
For the next 10 days or so ... while Tony had his afternoon sleep, Jim and I would wank each other off. And then when Jim was sleeping at night ... Tony and I would suck each others cock to shattering climaxes.
About 5 days before their releases, their doctor came in and announced they could now lose the rope and pulley systems each had that was keeping their one leg elevated and they started their physiotherapy each morning. About the second day after their legs had been let down ... Jim decided he would like to feel his cock up my butt ... if I was willing. I thought ... why not? So he lubed my butt with some Vaseline that was in the room and I massaged it into his throbbing cock .. and then putting one pole on either side of his bed I straddled his hips with his hard cock pointed straight up at my spasming pucker. He held his cock on target as I slowly lowered myself onto it ... first feeling my asslips clamp themselves around the base of his tip ... and then allowing myself to sink fully down his shaft. It felt amazing, but when I started moving, the insides of my abdomen were jostling and the pain suddenly became more than I could stand, so we had to stop. Surprisingly, it was the night after ... a full night and day later, that Tony said the same thing. Although I knew by then it wouldn't work, I couldn't tell Tony that because neither Jim nor Tony knew I was fooling around with the other.
So Tony and I repeated the attempt of the previous day ... and again as soon as I started moving up and down, the pain become too much. So I moved back to the side of the bed, washed the Vaseline off his cock and gave him another earth shattering orgasm using my lips. And then he returned the favor, by now having become quite the expert in sucking my small dick. It never took us long to cum in each others mouths. We had to make it quick because we never knew when a nurse might walk in .. or when Jim might wake up.
Too soon, the day of their release from hospital came. We said our good-byes, made promises to keep in touch that we all knew we would not do. And then they were gone ... and I was left alone in my room.
I spent the next week alone in my room ... no one came was admitted to fill the empty beds. My friends still popped in to visit and that certainly helped fill in my days and early evenings. It was also easier for them to visit because now they didn't have to worry if one of the other people in the room was sleeping.
Then my doctor came in one day and told me they would be operating the next day ... that my swollen gall bladder had reduced as much in size as it was going to it seemed. It was now 3 weeks from the time I had been admitted. Alone in the room that night, I started getting very nervous about the impending surgery.
About 9PM, after all the visitors in the hospital had left, and orderly wheels in a trolley with a basin, towels and a bunch of stuff I couldn't yet see on it. I had never seen him before ... so was curious why he was there in my room.
When I asked he said "You are having surgery tomorrow and your doctor left instructions that you were to be shaved from your chest to your knees"
"Chest to my knees?? I thought it would just have to be my stomach." I said incredulously.
"Well, I guess you are something special then, because his instructions were very clear ... chest to knees. So chest to knees it will be"
He pulled one side of the curtain up so anyone happening into the room would know not to proceed past it ... and then he unceremoniously pulled my covering sheet down to hang off the bed and down onto the floor.
"You certainly are a hairy bugger" he said as he eyed me head to toe. I finally noticed his name tag learned his name was Ray.
"Ray" I said "you shave me from chest to knees and I am going to look ridiculous when I get out of here."
"I think you may be right" replied Ray. He thought for a minute and then offered "Well you have to be shaved chest to knees, so about the only way I see doing it so you don't look strange is ... shave you completely and then everything will grow back at the same pace. Or at least it should."
I didn't really like the idea ... but I admitted there wasn't really any alternative. So we agreed he would give me a full body shave.
"Well, if we are going to do that, given the amount of hair you have, it would be best to do this in the shower. I would have to take you there after anyway because after the shave, the doctor wants you scrubbed head to toe with an antibiotic soap. And then when we get back to your room .. he wants you covered in an antiseptic lotion."
I kind of grimaced a bit and commented "I guess we are going to be real good friends by the end of this"
"Just maybe" Ray smiled "I don't mind if you don't. Now, lets get started. First, the IV's ... all 4 of them come out and then a nurse will put 2 new ones in when we are done."
So Ray proceeded to remove the IV needles in both arms but they wouldn't stop bleeding right away so he slapped a Band-Aid over each puncture spot. For the first time since I entered the hospital I was able to wear a regular robe ... so I slipped it on and Ray and I proceeded down the hallway to the shower room which turned out to be quite a hike. As we came up to the nurses station, and Ray noting I was tiring quickly, asked one of the nurses to wheel me to the shower in a wheelchair. After all, I had not been permitted past the boundaries of my room for the previous 3 weeks. I gratefully accepted the ride. The shower room was set away from the patient rooms, grouped with a couple rooms with bathtubs, a meeting room and janitors closet and another room that looked like a mini kitchen.
Ray wheeled the trolley into the shower room and then came out and wheeled me in ... and bolted the door behind us. I looked around and there were 2 rooms. The room we were in that looked like a dressing area, and a tiled room that was completely open to the first room next to it. As I stood up from the chair I noted that in the shower room there were stainless steel grab bars and handles and even little stainless steel seats attached in various spots around the room. Then I glanced further in and noticed there was a third open room which had a toilet and basin in it. Around the shower room there were various types of nozzles and hand held contraptions I had no idea what they were for.
"How be we get the real nasty stuff out of the way first" Ray said
"Real nasty stuff? I thought the shave was going to be the real nasty stuff"
"Sorry ... nope. I am also supposed to give you an enema. I did not want to spring that on you too soon otherwise I might never have gotten you down here." he said with a grin.
"OK" I said "lets get it over with. Where do you want me?" I hung my robe on a handy hook as Ray started issuing his instructions.
"Hold onto the grab bars and walk yourself over there" he said, pointing to where there was those hand held things I didn't know what they were for .... but felt I was soon going to learn.
As I walked over there naked, holding onto the grab bars, Ray followed me wheeling in the trolley ahead of him. He took a bottle that was on the trolley and screwed it into this thing that looked like that's what it was made for. Then he opened a jar of some brand of lubricant he held the jar in one hand and this douche like looking thing on a long hose wrapped in stainless steel in the other ...looked at me and raised and lowered his eyebrows in a way that reminded me of Grouch Marx and said with an evil grin "Shall we begin?"
I grinned at his humor and said "May as well get it over with"
All business again ... Ray asked me to grab onto this horizontal grab bar and bend at the waist some. I did and then I felt his fingers brushing my pucker and then gently forcing their way in ... lubing a ways up my not so eager butthole. When I was sufficiently lubed, he started the water and adjusted it to a temperature he felt was best and then lubed the douche looking part of the apparatus. When he was done, he flipped a couple switches or something and held the douche thing up until soap started oozing out the holes. He then proceeded to ease it up my butt. When he felt it was in sufficiently far, he must have pushed something else because suddenly I felt a gush of what I assumed to be soapy water filling my butt. As my butt filled ... Ray reached around periodically and rubbed and pressed on my abdomen which helped ease the cramping I was feeling from time to time. Just when I thought I was going to burst, Ray shut off the flow and slowly removed it from my ass. I clamped my pucker as tight as I could. I had had enema's before in my life ... so I knew I had to hold this one as long as I could.
Ray's voice came from a distance away ... I hadn't realised he was no longer behind me. "They didn't feed you any supper, did they?"
I turned my head to look at him and realised he was in the first room removing his clothes. It surprised me at first, but then I realised I should have expected him to be undressed too because he would have to be under the shower with me later anyway.
"Not really, just some Jello and apple juice ... which was okay by me anyway. I wasn't hungry probably because I was getting so nervous about tomorrow"
"That's good then" Ray responded and continued undressing.
I started making visual note of Ray for the first time. He looked to be a couple years older than me ... late 20's I suspected. His hair was that kind of goldy red color with just enough curl to be attractive. His white uniform hid a very nice lean body ... it looked to be real firm but not what I would call muscular. He had a pubic bush that was more golden than red and about the only other place he had hair was a small patch under each arm. He had a small firm looking dimpled butt .. the butt of a distance runner I called them. And between his legs .. a long hanging soft uncut cock and his foreskin hung down a good half inch beyond his dick head giving it that sort of nipple look at the end of it. His ball sack hung long and loose mostly concealed by his dangling dick. When he finished undressing he looked up and caught me staring ... his white even teeth showing in his pleasant smile and his green eyes sparkling. He was not stunningly attractive ... but he could definitely turn heads when he walked into a room I would wager. I blushed a bit and he came walking up to my side.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, he asked "How are you making out?"
Suddenly a cramp hit and I squeaked out breathlessly "Okay I guess ... but I better get ready to move to the toilet real soon"
Ray turned his back to make sure everything in the toilet area was ready for me. When I turned, I noticed a sprinkling of barely noticeable freckles across his shoulders ... but could see none anywhere else. Not surprisingly, I just made note of his attributes, I was certainly not feeling anything close to being in an amorous mood.
I groaned loudly when the next cramp hit and Ray helped me into the toilet area, and once I was seated he went around the corner to the hand held nozzles. As the retained enema exploded out of my butt, I heard Ray turn the water on ... I guessed he was cleaning the equipment we had just used ... cleaned and sterilised I would think. As the gushes from my ass hole into the toilet bowl lessened, Ray stuck his head around the corner and ask how I was doing ... and then asked me not to flush until he saw for himself how much fecal matter was expelled. When I was done, wiped myself and then called for Ray to help me back into the shower room. I was surprised they had no grab bars in this area at all.
He stood me back holding the same bar as before by the hand held contraptions.
I heard the toilet flush and then Ray came back around the corner saying "Good, hardly any fecal matter at all. So we can skip the second go of the enema and go on to the next stage."
"The next stage??" I groaned "What's that?"
"I have to use another nozzle and try to clean out anything that might be in your colon. The doctor wants you absolutely spotless inside and out ... just in case."
"Just in case of what?" I asked ... unable to hide the bit of fear that crept into my voice.
"Don't worry about it. That's the doctors job. Everything will be fine" Ray said, as he picked up another implement on another hose wrapped in stainless steel ... this one was very long and very slender and seemed firm but flexible. The he gave me that Groucho Marx eyebrow and smile thing again. At the sight of that nozzle, I quickly forgot about everything else.
"Okay" Ray said "I need you to just move over to where the drain is" as he pointed to it "and grab onto one of the bars. Stand with your feet spread at least shoulder width. I am going to slowly insert this nozzle and when I turn the water on, don't try to hold it. Just try to remain as relaxed down there as you can and let the water flow right out of you and down the drain. Got it?"
"Yeah" I said glumly "I got it"
So again he lubed me up ... then the nozzle and started inserting it. It felt it was going so far up there that I would soon have it coming out my mouth ... but obviously it didn't. When it was sufficiently in, he directed the water flow up the hose. I must have done things right because almost immediately water started rushing out my butt and either running straight onto the floor and into the drain, or running down the inside of either leg. I looked down between my spread feet and was glad to see what was coming out was clear as best I could tell. After a couple minutes, we were done ... and as I tried to pull together what was left of my pride, Ray cleaned up the just used equipment.
Then, instead of taking me over to where I thought the shaving would happen, Ray helped me back into the first room and suggested we take a bit of a rest first. Let me recuperate a bit. I was really glad because my legs had started getting shaky again. He sat me back into the wheelchair and he sat on the wooden bench beside it. We talked about nothing in particular for about 10 minutes or so ... then Ray stood up.
"You ready for the rest of it now Peter?" he asked
"Sure ... lets get it over with"
So he helped me up again and helped me move to the far side of the shower room where there were wall mounted nozzles that I understood. Leaving me holding on to a grab bar ... he went back to retrieve the trolley. Upon his return, the first thing he did was wet me down with water as hot as I could stand it. The he shut off the water and started applying shaving gel all over my back and then rubbing it into a lather. While it soaked in a bit ... he filled the basin he had on the trolley with water ... came back and started shaving. I had never realised until then how erotic the process of a body shave could be.
As the hair I had on my back was removed, hair that had been there for more than half my life so far, I found the skin underneath to be very sensitive. Erotically sensitive. I was suddenly aware of a gentle circulation of air in the room ... and I could feel Ray's exhalations on my now bare skin. As each new patch of skin was exposed, Ray would rub his hand over it and then over places he had already done, I guess checking for stubble. My back finished ... Ray rubbed the gel into a lather on my butt and started to remove the hair there.
"You have quite the build. Are you into weightlifting?" Ray asked as the razor glided across my butt cheeks.
"Yes, I have been weightlifting since I was 12."
"Well, I think you are going to enjoy the looks of being shaved. I can really see the muscle definition. I think you are going to look great without hair."
"Yeah ... muscle definition and a scar down my belly" I said with a little too much bitterness.
By this time, Ray had knelt behind me to lather up my legs. His hands suddenly going higher than expected and grazing that area between my balls and pucker had me grip the grab bar tighter and I had a quick intake of breath. But, I thought to myself, that could have been an accident. It didn't mean anything.
Ray made quick work of my legs and before I knew he had left, he had dumped the basin with all my hair down the convenient drain and was gone to refill it again.
When he returned, he said "I think it would work better if you laid on the floor on your back so I can get your front shaved."
I did not argue because I was wondering myself how I was going to hang on. Ray helped me lay down on the tiled floor and proceeded to lather up my chest, arms and underarms. I squirmed as he shaved under my arms, a bit ticklish, then he continued down each arm and forearm. My chest was next. He seemed to almost sculpt around my pectorals. He pinched and then pulled each nipple away from my chest as he shaved around each of them in turn. He opened his forth razor as he started my abdominals. When they were done, he moved right down to my legs. Again he lathered and shaved my legs up almost to my crotch in short order.
"Now for the money spot" Ray grinned as he squirted gell all over my crotch.
As he worked the gel into a lather, I found my dick was plumping up a bit, throbbing a bit as it bounced towards erection. When he looked at it I apologised but he told me not to be embarrassed that it would make it easier to shave around it. And then he proceed to concentrate on using the lather and coating my now hard cock. I gasped and then moaned at the sensation ... gad his lathered up hand felt too good. Then hanging onto my dick, Ray started to shave my pubes. He was tightening and loosening his grip, and then moved it over to one side adding a couple strokes in the process ... then over to the other. Then he released my cock and held it back using the back of his wrist while his fingers spread the skin of my ball sack tight so he could run the razor over them gently. As he worked his way further down between my legs, he had me put my feet flat on the floor with my knees bent and my legs spread as far as I could, so he could get the hairs on the bottom of my sack and a little further back.. Each stroke of the razor and his fingers was heightening my need for an orgasm. I was so turned on my cock was bobbing and throbbing with each beat of my heart.
Ray then had me put my legs down flat again and he cleaned up the lather and hair at the tops of each thigh. As I glanced down towards my feet to watch Ray work, I saw his own cock had gone full hard and was pointing straight up his abdomen, his foreskin still completely covering his dick head. I could see his face was slightly flushed and his breathing was quicker and shallower, caused either by his exertions or because he was as turned on as I was. He worked intently on my upper thighs and then with another smile asked me to roll over on my stomach and get up on my knees with my chest down. He still had the hair in my ass crack he had to get.
I did as requested and inwardly hoped as soon as he got the hair shaved back there, that he would escalate things into a more satisfying exercise. But that wasn't to be. Ray gelled and worked it into a lather all up and down my crack, paying special attention to my pucker which by now was spasming from my own desire. It felt my ass hole was fluttering its lips at him every time his fingers drew near. He began with the razor, using his other hand to spread my tight butt cheeks. Expertly and quickly he removed all the hair and ran his hand up and down from the beginning of my ass crack down to the back of my balls, checking for stubble. His fingers ran around my spasming pucker a few times and when his index finger stopped at its center, it felt like my asshole just opened up and swallowed it to its second joint. I moaned with satisfaction as he pumped his finger in and out a few times. Then his finger was gone, and as he cleaned up around us he instructed me to lay on my back again and relax. Then he was walking away again to dump the basin, throw out the used razors and clean up the basin in the sink by the toilet.
I watched as he returned, his still hard dick pointing to his chin flat against his abdomen and did not seem to move at all as he walked towards me. His ball sack wasn't hanging as loosely now and seemed fuller, rounder. He again knelt beside me and started running his fingers all over me, over my chest, tweaking my still erected nipples, down over my abdomen to my hips and down the outside of each leg, moving himself down on his knees beside me until he reached my feet. Grabbing my feet he moved them wide apart so he could move himself up between my legs as each hand checked for stubble all the way up my inner thighs until his hands met at my balls. While one hand checked thoroughly my balls, perineum and butthole again ... his other wrapped around my still throbbing pole and grasping tightly stroked up to the head where his thumb spread my oozing precum. As he slowly stroked my hard dick, he slowly pushed a couple fingers up my butt ... the combination caused me to groan loudly and hunch my hips further onto his fingers and then up into his stroking hand.
Looking at me, with a serious look, he said "Are you sure you want this?"
"OH GOD YES ... fuck me, please" I moaned
"I don't want to jostle about your insides because that will cause you pain. But if you are willing to trust me, I think I have an idea."
"Yes ... go ahead ... I trust you." I said as his teased me to the point beyond reasonable thought.
Ray, taking his hand from my cock and fingers from my butt, raised both legs and bent my knees back towards my shoulders a wee bit ... so my thighs were 90 degrees to my abdomen. As he spread them as wide as possible he instructed me to hold them in that position. When I did, he scrunched himself up closer so his legs spread on either side of my butt. Then he forced his hard dick away from his abdomen and down so I felt it graze my still fluttering pucker. It was then I realised his cock looked like it had lube on it ... when did he do that, I wondered. He hunched himself forward again and I felt his dick pop into my eager ass hole which immediately started skinning back his foreskin as Ray continued to move more of his cock into me. Just before I felt his pubes on my butt cheeks, Ray let go of the base of his cock and I could feel it press forcefully upwards in my anal canal. I gasped at the sudden pressure on my prostate. And then I literally saw stars as his cock started moving almost imperceptibly just a little, maybe only a couple inches, in and out of my hot tight butt ... at the same time his hand grasped my throbbing cock and started stroking it in time to his fucking motions.
I still don't know how he controlled himself, but he kept up his slow, gentle, very short fucking motions at a constant speed, so slow that nothing in my abdomen was being disturbed. My grip on my knees failed as my orgasm rose and they fell back to rest on Ray's shoulders. I was moaning and groaning, almost whimpering, begging him for the release I needed. As Ray sensed my climax was near, he increased the speed of his hand on my cock even as he kept his fucking motions in and out of my butt constant. It seemed that every movement of his cock in my butt centered on my prostate. I almost cried when my orgasm started. I felt my balls were going to shoot out my piss slit ... but all that came out were gobs of my cum. The first few shot well past my head on the floor and then a shot hit directly into my open mouth, and still more onto my chest and abdomen. And still Ray kept his steady in and out pace, torturing my emptying prostate. Then another spasm hit me as a few more powerfully shot ropes of cum shot up my body and I consciously clamped my pucker down on his fucking cock. I clamped down so hard he could not move and then I started clamping and releasing my butt hole quickly and suddenly Ray was groaning loudly and I could feel his hot cum spurting into my butt as his cock jerked widely against my prostate. My own climax eased as Ray's was taking off and I lay there, grabbing and releasing his shooting cock with my pucker, watching the satisfaction of release etch itself across his face.
As Ray came down from his climatic journey, he looked at me and asked "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No, you didn't hurt me at all. It was all good. No ... it was all absolutely inarguably great. Perfect. Thank you ... I really needed that."
Ray smiled widely "I guess we both did. That was amazing. I have been an orderly for 10 years here ... and never have I crossed the line with a patient. Please, don't tell anyone about this. I could be fired if anyone found out."
"I won't tell anyone ... on one condition" I said ... and Ray's smile started to fade. Then I continued "I won't tell as soul as long as, if there is ever another opportunity before I leave, that we do this again" I said with a wide grin.
"Now, that kind of blackmail I can happily deal with" he said with a chuckle. "Now, lets get you cleaned up"
Ray helped me up and then steered me over to the hand held contraption again and gave my butt a quick rinsing out. After all, we don't want a load of cum leaking out of your butt during the operation. To which we both laughed. Then he helped me over to the shower head where he first washed me with soap ... and then I washed him with the soap as far as I could reach him which thankfully included his crotch and butt. Ray had to wash his own legs. While I was washing his cock and balls ... and then his firm butt and letting my fingers explore his own tight pucker .. I made a mental note to myself that I definitely had to find a way before I was released to explore these areas more fully with my tongue and lips. We rinsed off the soap and then Ray started with the antibiotic soap on me, I was rinsed off again and he applied the antiseptic lotion. When that was done, he unwrapped a large towel ... it had been sterilised ... and dried me off. Then he dried himself off thoroughly with one of the other towels. He dressed and then unwrapped something else that had been sterilised ... it was a robe for me to put on with a pair of sterilised terry cloth slippers. He then unwrapped a sterilised sheet and covered the wheelchair back and seat with it and it was long enough to also cover the foot rests. Then he wheeled me out of the room to head back to my own room.
As we passed the nurses station, one of the nurses remarked that we took longer than usual. Ray just casually remarked that I had decided it would be best to get a neck to toe shave. The nurse then commented with the amount of hair I had its a wonder we still weren't in there ... to which we all laughed. When I got back to my room, we found the bed had been remade and Ray explained they were all sterilised sheets. As Ray helped me into bed, a nurse came in with just one IV bag and instead of sticking it into my arm, she used a smaller needle and inserted it into a vein in my hand. She explained that they would inject the anesthetic into it when they put me under ... and until then all my medication would be injected in through it as well. At this point she took a syringe off the tray she had carried everything in on, and injected it into the tube via a little "off shoot" kind of thing that was down near where the needle attached to it. Almost immediately I felt myself almost start to float and grow drowsy. The nurse explained it was just something to help me relax and hopefully allow me to sleep. I thanked Ray for all his help and then thanked the nurse ... and then I was gone.
When they woke me up, it was to move me onto a gurney to go down to the operating room. As we were just about to exit the room I told them to hang on a minute and asked them to help me into the washroom as I had to pee ... badly. A couple minutes later we were on our way. I guess because of the drugs the nurse had given me the night before, I was nodding off to sleep and then waking up again all the way to the operating room. As soon as I got there and was transferred to the operating table, my surgeon came up beside me and with a big grin asked how I was doing. I told him fine ... and he pointed to the other side of me. When I turned my head I was introduced to the anesthetist who unceremoniously started injecting something into the IV tube and told me to count back from 100. I think I got back to 94 and then was totally out.
I don't know how many hours later that I woke up in my room. I immediately noticed I was back on the 4 IV bags & 2 IV poles again. I had what I assumed to be oxygen being pumped via a couple little tubes stuck in my nose. I heard a regular beeping and turned my head to it and saw that I must have been hooked up to a heart monitor. Each new discovery I made caused me to worry a bit more. Then I noticed another couple machines beside the bed with tubes coming from them that went under my sheet. So I lifted the sheet and saw I had 3 tubes coming out of my abdomen and another from my dick. When I moved my head I suddenly became aware of another tube grazing my face and I reached up and discovered it went up my nose ... much thicker than the oxygen tubes. I guess me moving the sheets alerted people because the surgeon came walking into the room, followed closely by my mother and step-father. What were they doing here ... I wondered. They weren't supposed to come down until the next day after surgery.
The doctor explained that as soon as they opened me up, my gall bladder literally exploded and all the gall stones and infected fluid in the gall bladder had spread to every part of my abdomen. He was sure they got all the gall stones, and cleaned up everything after removing what was left of the gall bladder. Unfortunately, the risk of peritonitis was high and I was likely to be in hospital much longer than the projected one week after surgery. In order to gain access to all the areas necessary they had to cut me from my breast bone down past my navel and then on an angle down to where my appendix was. He made everything sound like it was all just a inconvenient turn of events but nothing to worry about. So my anxiety eased quite a bit. It wasn't until about 15 years later that my mother told me that during the operation he gave instructions to call my parents and ask them to come down. He apparently told them that, since I survived the surgery, I had a 50/50 chance. If I made it past the first 3 or 4 days, then they could be reasonably certain I would be okay. Talk about a shocker ... 15 years after the fact. But it did explain why my mother and step-father were there every day from the start of visiting hours until they were over ... and also kind of explained why no friends came to visit during those first few days. The day after the surgery, I woke up and despite being hooked up the way I was and having all these tubes etc running in and out of me ... in a way I felt better than I had in months. Since before I had gone to see my own doctor in June.
I was in the hospital for another 2 months after the surgery. I decided to sell the kitchen in the gay bar ... and luckily the guy I had hired to run it for me wanted to buy it. So that worked out nicely. My friends and family visited regularly during the time, and for the most part I was the only patient in my room. Except, about a week after surgery and old buddy was wheeled in to take up residence in the bed beside me. Tony ... the guy who was in that very bed when I first arrived. Apparently he did something that messed up his knee surgery so he was in there for another 10 days while they fixed it up again.
The first words out of his mouth when we were alone "Buddy ... you look like crap".
"Gee .. thanks. Good seeing you too" I smiled "Still looking as sexy as ever"
Tony smiled and looked around a bit. Then he continued when he was sure no one was near "When I saw you were going to be my roommate I had visions of a repeat of our nightly games ... but from the looks of you and all those tubes and stuff hanging out of you ... I guess that's not going to happen any time soon. What happened anyway?"
I gave him the story and pulled down the sheet to show him the incision when he asked about it.
"Would you look at the length of that cut ... and those stitches. You could run a train down them tracks" he joked. Then with alarm in his voice he continued "HEY ... what happened to all your hair?"
So I told him about the partial shave they wanted to do and my choice to go for the full shave. He got out of his bed and came over to mine and reached out his hand "You mind?" he asked
"No ... go for it. I still can't get over the difference myself"
So Tony rubbed his hands over my exposed skin even tentatively running one hand around my cock and balls, down my legs and back up again to gently check out my butt from between my legs. His touching carefully avoiding my incision & stitches and all the tubes going into my abdomen still. Thankfully, they had removed the catheter a few days earlier .. so I could now pee into a urinal in bed. But when Tony checked out my dick a moan of pain escaped my lips before I could stop it. My dick was still real tender.
I was sorry that Tony had to be back in hospital, but I was glad of his company. For the 10 days he was there we chatted like we had been friends for years instead of just a month and a half. The day came that Tony was being discharged ... and I was sad to see him go. Before he left, he asked if he could check out my lack of hair again ... and then again rubbed his hands all over the same places he did before.
"Hmmmm ... you've got stubble boy. Are you going to let it all grow back? Or are you going to keep yourself hairless now?"
"I don't know ... I haven't really thought of it. What do you think?"
Tony kept running his hands over me and said "I found all that hair kind of neat ... but I think you look better without it. I can see your muscle definition better ... although you are losing some of it. But I guess being flat on your back wouldn't help that."
"Yeah ... but when I get the go ahead to lift weights again, I can tone things up pretty quick" I smiled. "Maybe I will keep things shaved for now. Would make things easier for them, I think, while I am stuck here"
"Good. Maybe I will just have to mess up my knee again in a few weeks just so I can come back again and maybe we can do some of that "extra inning" stuff."
"Don't you dare" I laughed "that knee of yours can only take so much abuse. So get better and be back on the field to score those goals next season." I said seriously.
Tony surprised me by gently hugging me around the shoulders and planting a kiss on my lips. Then he stood up, ruffled my hair a bit and said "You get better quick buddy. Maybe we will see each other again one day" And then using his temporary cane, he walked out of the room just as a nurse rolled up with a wheelchair for him to take him downstairs to meet his taxi.
Ray, the orderly, had been stopping in whenever he had a free few minutes while he was on duty. Although I was in a way not feeling too bad, the last thing on my mind was sex. When Ray came in that night after Tony left, I mentioned about maybe keeping myself shaved for the time I was in hospital. Ray agreed I should, not only because he liked the looks of it, but also because, as I thought, it would be easier to reduce the chance of getting infection in my incision and where they had all the tubes stuck in me. He felt my bare skin where he could and admitted there was quite a bit of stubble, but he said he could not shave me using the lather and razor. Not yet anyway. He said he would think how we could do it and let me know when he was on shift again, which was in 3 days.
The night of the 3rd day, Ray showed up with a bag in one hand and a big smile. He opened the bag and pulled out an electric razor men use to shave their face. He plugged it in and set to work. The front was fairly easy, but the back side turned into a lot of effort for both of us. He called in a nurse who helped to sit me up a bit and Ray had to bend down low in order to see what he was doing between the mattress and my back. I was then able to turn over on one side a bit to expose one butt cheek and then the other. We were both sweating big time by the time he had finished. There after, about once a week, Ray would come in and shave my stubble for me.
At about the 7 week after surgery mark, the doctors decided the tubes out of my abdomen could be removed. The holes they left healed a lot quicker than I expected. I still had all the stitches from the incision, it was not healing as well, I guess due to the infections I had been battling, but it was slowly healing. Three days after the tubes were taken out, Ray showed up with a wheelchair and announced I had been given the OK to have a shower, finally, and he said he could give me a real shave again.
So we went to the shower room and Ray stripped off so he could get right in there with me again. He got me hairless again and then soaped me down. He had placed this waterproof bandage down my incision to keep it completely dry. And while he tended to me I was hunched over like an old man, unable to stand up straight. The incision would pull painfully every time I tried. I was really week from having been confined to bed for so long ... so we had to stop several times so I could sit down and regroup my energies. Finally we were done, and although Ray had visibly gotten excited ... I had no desire and Ray sensed that. I reached out to stroke him thinking I owed him at least that, but he grabbed my hand and said to not worry about it that he was fine. And smiled down at me ... grateful I guess that I at least offered to help him out even though my heart wasn't into it.
He got me back to my room and then told me he probably wouldn't see me again. He was going on vacation, a two week cruise he had booked months ago, and he said that from the sounds of it I would be released before he got back. We sat there talking a long time, and at one point I mentioned to him his other patients would be wondering where he was. He said he was off duty ... that night was just a half shift for him. So we talked longer. I finally asked him questions that I had kept to myself about my incision and scar that would be there afterwards. While my abdomen had been dramatically swollen for a long time after the surgery, the past week or two it had gone down and I was aware that one side of the incision bulged out dramatically while the other side looked more normal. I tried to understand his explanation of them having to cut through every muscle all the way down the length of the incision and how the muscles do not always heal back together as nicely as we would like. But to be truthful, I didn't understand much of what he said. Too soon, light from the dawn started bouncing into the room and we realised we had spent the whole night talking. Ray had to leave because he hadn't even packed yet. We gave each other a hug and a long kiss with lots of tongue ... and parted just a few moments before my breakfast tray was brought in. We said our goodbye's ... and he too was gone from my life.
This breakfast tray arriving was something new for me, at least something new since before the surgery. Since the surgery I had only been permitted to sip water to keep my lips, mouth and throat wet. Other than that, all my nourishment came from whatever was in the IV bags they continued to pump into me. The breakfast tray was a misnomer for sure ... it was a little bowl of jello and a couple glasses of clear juice. I had that for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a couple days. Then I was put on a soft food diet for a couple days at which time the IV's were taken out. For the first time since I entered the hospital almost 3 months previous I was not hooked up to anything. With the soft food diet, I felt my strength building and I was finally permitted to start getting up and using the washroom again. Then they started me on a full regular diet. I don't care what people say about hospital food. When you haven't eaten anything resembling "normal" food for a couple months ... this hospital food tasted fantastic and I devoured every morsel. As my strength was returning, so were my sexual desires. I was once again waking up with a morning erection, and when I would rub around it or scratch my balls, I was once again feeling those old familiar feelings. Good, I thought, at least that part of me hadn't died yet. But although the interest was there, the desire had a bit more mending to do.
Then one morning, about 3 days after I was on the regular diet, the doctor came in to inspect my incision. He said the stitches should remain in for another 2 weeks but I could go home that day. I was elated. He told me that in 2 weeks just see my own doctor to have them removed. I asked him about the swelling I still noticed in my abdomen. The doctor just said I had to give it time ... and reminded me my body had just been put through the wringer and that I had to be patient. I still had a lot of healing to do. I asked about weight lifting again, and he told me not for at least 2 more months. After that time, let my body guide me. If it hurt, don't do it yet. Also, there was no special diet I had to follow, just if something did not agree with my stomach, don't eat it anymore. Gee, thanks doc ... I said with a joking smile.
A couple hours later I was saying my goodbye's to the doctors and nursing staff who I know knew on a first name basis. There were handshakes, hugs and kisses on cheeks ... and when all the goodbye's and thank you's were said and done ... I was wheeled to the main entrance.
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