Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2020 02:25:49 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Petty Officer Pervert chapter 3, Snake Bite. gay adult youth

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		    Petty Officer Pervert 3: Snake Bite
				    by
				Butters2020

	Poor Carson Dean. The thirteen-year-old already had a cast on his
broken left arm when his family went camping. He went hiking and came
across a rattlesnake. Most everyone else would have backed away. Me, I
would have RUN away. Carson tried to catch it. It didn't go well. The snake
bit him on the arm.

	His dad had enough sense not to put a tourniquet on the arm, or the
new teenager might have lost it. As it is, when they got to the emergency
room at the naval hospital at Camp Lejeune, his arm was already badly
swollen. The docs gave him antivenin but because of the swelling, they had
to do a fasciotomy, too. Three long incisions were cut into the swollen arm
and left open, giving the muscle room to swell. It bulged out of the slits
in his arms. Depending on your stomach, it either looked wicked cook, or
looked disgusting.

	I have a pretty tough stomach.

	Carson was assigned to me when he got to the ICU. With one arm in a
cast and the other too swollen and cut up to be any sue, the black haired,
blue eyed kid was in a bad way. When his family was there his mom fed him,
but visiting hours are restricted in Intensive Care. When I was on duty I
sometimes had to feed him. He was embarrassed and said he felt like a baby,
but I kidded him out of his self-consciousness.

	The real embarrassment came when he had to pee. We had orders to
insert an indwelling urinary catheter, but he freaked out. He begged his
parents not to us thread the long rubber tube into his penis. They appealed
to Dr. Schroeder who told them the catheter was the best
option. "Otherwise, someone will have to hold his penis and aim it into the
plastic urinal every time he needs to urinate."

	"I don't care," Carson said. He still had the voice of a boy, but
I'd already made it a point to check him out when I did my initial
assessment of him. I hadn't seen his junk, but he had a few whispies in his
armpits.

	The first couple of times I helped him piss were awkward. I helped
him out of bed and lifted the front of the hospital gown, exposing
him. Because of his underarm hairs I wasn't surprised to see he had a tiny
little bush over his dick. His pubes were the same shade of black as the
hair on his head, but they were still new enough that they were only just
beginning to curl. For the most part they were still soft and wavy. It was
hard to tear my eyes away from them, but I didn't want him to know how hot
I thought he was.

	His dick was kind of shriveled, but I figured that was due to his
nervousness. His balls had dropped, two marbles encased in his sack that
hung loosely.

	"You ready, Carson?" I asked him.
	He nodded and I picked up the plastic pee jug in one hand and held
it front of his crotch. I grabbed his dick with my other hand. I had on
latex gloves, which diminished the pleasure for me somewhat. I aimed his
little dick at the opening of the urinal.

	Nothing happened. I saw the look of concentration on his
face. After a full sixty seconds of me holding his hot little pecker, but
with no pissing going on he said, "I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really do have
to go, I swear."

	"Don't worry about it, man. If someone were holding my dick I'd
have a kink in the plumbing, too. Just relax and take your time. There's no
rush."  There certainly wasn't. I could hold his dick all day long.

	After nearly five minutes he produced a weak stream. "Atta boy!" I
told him. But the stream petered out after a few seconds.

	"Can we try again later?" he asked.

	"Sure buddy, just let me know when you're ready."  I squeezed and
shook his dick, shaking off the last few drops of piss.

	"Ow! Those gloves hurt against my skin! Do you have to wear them?"

	"Well . . . it's kinda the policy. But I won't tell if you won't."
I'd draped the hospital gown over his shoulder. I now put it back where it
belonged and helped him into bed.

	Soon he got over the self-consciousness. When I held his boydick in
my now gloveless hand he was soon pissing like a racehorse. I could feel it
coursing through his cock. When he finished the jug was two=thirds full. I
squeezed his dick and milked out the last drops. Was it my imagination or
did it get a little thicker when I did that?

	I loved it when he napped. His lips were pursed, just begging for
something hard to slide between them. He raised his cast covered arm
showing off those sexy pit hairs. Best of all was the way his dick got hard
when he slept. It took all my willpower not to lift the hospital gown and
see his boner, but other nurses and corpsman were never too very far away.

	The cast on his arm went down past his wrist and covered part of
his hand. His thumb stuck out an open area, making him look like he was
always hitchhiking. His fourth day in ICU he pushed the call bell with his
thumb.

	I went into the room. "I gotta pee," he told him.

	"Sure thing," I said The other staff were in the office where we
exchanged notes at change of shift. They were eating barbecue that one
Lt. Nelson brought in. One of us had to stay at the nurse's desk in case a
patient needed us, and I volunteered.

	So, when I helped the thirteen-year-old out of bed I knew it was
unlikely we'd be bothered or overheard. We had his bathroom breaks down to
a routing now. I lifted the gown and draped it over his shoulder. This time
before taking his dick in my hand I let my eyes linger over his chest. His
reddish- brown nipples lay flat on his chest. I wondered if I could make
them perk up.

	"Um, I'm about to piss myself," he reminded me.

	"Sorry Carson," I said and grabbed the urinal in one hand and his
cock in the other. His flow started right away; all nervousness gone. When
he finished I gave his dick the familiar squeeze and shake but didn't let
go. I gave it an extra squeeze and pulled my hand up to the head, milking
out the last drops. I felt it thicken in my hand. I did it again, no longer
pretending to shake off any excess urine. I was stroking him.

	His cock slowly hardened in my hand. He moaned. "HM3," he said
nervously.

	"Mm-hmm?" I asked still stroking his cock which was now fully
hard. It was just over four inches long. He didn't answer me.  I gave his
cocks a couple more strokes then let it go.

	His eyes had been closed. They popped open now. He looked at me and
I saw the need in his eyes. "Keep going?" he asked.

	"You sure?"

	"Yeah. I haven't...you know...in nearly a week."

	I set down the urinal and grabbed his dick again. My other hand was
now free to play his balls.

	"oh yeah," he whispered. "please don't stop."

	Too bad for Carson I was going to stop. I couldn't have him cum on
the floor. But I let him enjoy the feelings for another minute, backing off
when I thought he was getting too close.

	He growled in frustration. "You're killing me! please let me cum."

	"I will," I promised. "But are you sure you want me to jack you
off?"


	"I already told you! Yes!"
	I dropped his dick again but kept playing with his little
balls. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a blowjob?"

	He stared at me as if suspecting a trick. "For real?" he finally
said.

	I pulled up one of the visitor chairs and sat down. His boydick was
inches from my face. I placed a hand on his ass and squeezed his cheek
before pulling him toward me.

	"Are you really going to suck me?"

	My English teacher used to write the same note in the margin of all
my papers: Show don't tell.  So instead of answering Carson I leaned
forward and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

	His sharp intake of breath told me he approved. I put his dick in
my mouth and sucked, backing up my head and letting it slide over my
lips. When it was almost out of my mouth I ran my tongue over the head. I
felt it swell a little and then return to its normal size. He whimpered and
said, "do it again!  Do it again!"

	I did, giving his dick slow long sucks, bathing his cock with my
spit before sucking it clean again.
	"HM3, I'm gonna squirt! I can't help it."

	I maintained the same slow pace as I let his dick slide in and out
of my mouth, but he had other ideas. He began furiously face fucking me,
but I grabbed his hips, preventing him from raping my mouth.  Still I
sucked him long and slow. After another ten seconds when the head of his
dick swelled it didn't go back down, but throbbed. He grunted and shoved
his cock deeper into my mouth as the first spurt of cum shot out.

	His cum was thin, watery, with that new cum taste. Still a little
bleachy instead of the cum taste I was used to from older guys. His cock
spit another squirt of his seed and I rolled it around my tongue, bathing
his cock again and three more spurts shot out of the spasming spike. The
spurts turned into dribbles and I sucked his dick harder, determined to get
every drop.

	I let him pull out of my mouth when it got too intense for him.
Before he could react I stood up and grabbed the back of his head and put
my lips against his. He was so shocked he opened his mouth to protest,
allowing me to transfer the last of his cum from my mouth to his, my tongue
flicking against his.
	I backed off and he looked at me, wide-eyed. I said, "I wanted you
to know how good it tastes."

	He nodded, looking unsure. I lowered the gown again and helped him
into bed. Before leaving I patted his softening dick. "I'm looking forward
to the next time you have to piss," I told him with a wink.

	He smiled. "Me too."