Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 12:48:01 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hospital Operation-2

Hospital Operation - Before, During and After - Part 2
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)
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This is a true story that happened in the Summer and Autumn of 1978
... continued from Part 1

I hope you enjoy my memories.  If you enjoy my writing, I am now listed in
the Authors or Prolific Authors section.

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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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