Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2015 00:16:31 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Male Nursing Aid

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise
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author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at
elryc.caledon@gmail.com.  The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona,
metropolitan area.]

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The disclaimer above notwithstanding, this story is an account of true events
that took place some ten years ago.  I do not want to cause anyone any sort
of trouble; so I will not be responding to any inquiries concerning specific
dates or locations, or for more specific details concerning the individuals I
had contact with.  What happened was between two consenting adults; enough
said.

After a trip with a couple of my roommates to escape the heat of Phoenix and
cool off on the beaches of Solona Beach, California, I came back home to
Phoenix with a bad sunburn, and a case of the flu.  I treated my symptoms as
best as I could with over-the-counter medications.  However, the flu, perhaps
worsened by the bad sunburn, began to get the better of me.

A few days after our return from California, one of my roommates at the time
became concerned about me and insisted on taking me to the emergency room of
the nearest hospital that was on my health insurance plan.

I was admitted with a case of pneumonia, a handsome intern performed a
physical exam after I was given a bed and announced that I had a "rip-roaring
case of pneumonia."  The intern quickly picked up on the fact that I was gay,
and asked permission to do HIV testing, which I consented to.  I had been
recently tested and knew I was negative, but was too ill to try to argue with
him that he wasting time.  And, according to my expectation, the test came
back negative.

The next few days are hazy in my memory, I was running a high fever and was
in a stupor or delirious for several days.  I could not keep any food down,
had a catheter inserted, was hooked up to an IV.  The unrelenting fever,
coupled by my inability to eat, caused me to begin shedding weight at a rapid
pace.  It was one of the few times in my life where I considered that I might
be facing death.

After about five days, I began to recover.  The fever began to recede, but I
was still subject to sudden spikes that would give me crippling headaches.  I
also had nausea at times, sometimes triggered by the mere smell of food.

I gradually came out of the sort of stupor I had fallen into and began to pay
more attention to my surroundings, and to the people who were caring for me.
There were a few interns and nurses, and aids, who were very kind, clearly
dedicated to their profession.  For some odd reason, I developed a pattern of
sleeping during most of the daytimes, then I would be awake for the greater
part of the night.

In the middle of the night, several days after I had been there, I developed
nausea and vomiting.  A female nurse came in to help me; and she administered
a suppository which helped a great deal.  I remember being struck with how
matter-of-fact she was about getting this medication inserted up into my
rectum-and how much I really didn't care that I was laying there completely
exposed to her, but it was while she was taking care of that, I suddenly
noticed a distinctly bad odor from my body and I realized that it had been
several days since I had had a shower.  I already knew my hair was a greasy,
matted mess and I became disturbed at the idea of being in such a state.

So, when the nurse checked on me a few hours later, I asked her about the
possibility of getting cleaned up.  She replied that she would get someone in
to help me.

About half an hour later, a handsome male aid (I'm assuming he was an aid,
not an actual male nurse-we never discussed his position at the hospital)
came in with a shallow pan and some wash cloths and towels and told me his
name was Mark, and he was going to help get me more comfortable.

So, Mark proceeded to get me cleaned up.  He had dry shampoo for my hair,
which he had to use liberal amounts of to get my hair into order.  Then he
gave me a sponge bath, taking care that I was kept mostly covered to avoid
getting chilled.  We chatted quietly as he worked; I could tell fairly
quickly he was gay.  He was kind, soothing, and gentle.  I felt warm and safe
under his care.

Mark saved my genital/anal area for last; he asked if I wanted to myself a
"quick scrub down there," or did I just want him to take care of everything?
I told him to go ahead, I was too tired.  There wasn't much of a spark of
sexual desire in me, but I was certainly not going to turn down being touched
in intimate areas by a handsome guy like Mark.

So, he swabbed my genitals down, gently, and dried them, making sure the
groins were clean and dry.  He also untangled my pubic hair, some of which
had somehow gotten wrapped around the catheter.  I made a weak joke about
needing to get some manscaping done, which made him grin.  Then he had me
turn on my side and he swabbed down my anal area and dried everything and we
were done.  Because Mark had been so careful about keeping me draped, I
didn't really feel exposed or concerned about being nude-he was always matter
of fact and respectful.

Then, Mark asked if I would like a massage?  I said yes and he helped me to
turn onto my stomach, always mindful of the troublesome IV in my arm and
making sure the catheter wasn't being pulled on too much.

So, Mark gave my back a soothing rubdown, with some sort of minty lotion, and
he also worked on my glutes, which I found mildly arousing-yet at the same
time, I nearly fell asleep.  After Mark finished with the massage, he
straightened out my sheets and blankets and told me to get some sleep.  I
slept for several long hours after he left.

From then on, about every other night during the remainder of my stay at the
hospital, Mark would come in to give me a massage late at night.  He was
never there more than 30 minutes or so, and I began to look forward to his
visits and our quiet chats. I noticed his hands, when he was massaging my
ass, were spending more and more time there, and sometimes his thumbs would
dive into the cleft of my buttocks, which felt really good.  But he never
went further than that.

Two days later, the catheter was finally removed, to my great relief.  I
could finally start using the toilet and avoid the indignity of a bed pan.
Urinating, after the catheter was removed was a real bitch however!  It felt
like sandpaper had been used on the inside of my penis.

I began to recover my strength, could take some food, and began walking a
little up and down the hallways, with the IV stand in tow.

I was longing for a real shower at this point, the effects of the sponge bath
a few days before had worn off.  I mentioned this to Mark during one of
visits to give me a massage, and he told me he would arrange to come back
later and help me.

So, at 11:30 that night, Mark came back.  He asked me if I still wanted the
shower and I said yes.

So, Mark unhooked the IV, taped the port to my arm, and covered the area
tightly with some tape and plastic.  Then he helped me into the bathroom;
there was a bench in the shower, so he helped me slip out of the gown and I
sat on that while he adjusted the water.  I held my arm up out of the spray
of the water and Mark helped me wash my hair, and he scrubbed my back for me,
which felt really good.

After Mark had washed my back, he slipped the wash cloth between my legs and
gave me a quick wash.  I noticed my penis filling out quite a bit; I was
definitely feeling better it seemed.  Mark didn't comment on my arousal, he
helped me out of the shower, helped to dry me off and then got me into a
fresh gown and bundled back into the bed and hooked up the IV again.  I
noticed during this process that Mark got fairly wet from the spray of the
water.

I slept really well that night.  The next morning, I asked my doctor about
the possibility of going home.  I was bored, most of the time, and was tired
of the rattle and bustle of the hospital and was longing for the peace and
quiet of my own room.  Plus, I was worried about the work that was surely
piling up on my desk at work-I was probably going to be buried for at least a
week.

But the doctor was concerned because I was still running a fever at various
intervals, and wanted me to stay a few more days.  So I stifled my
complaints, I certainly did not want to suffer a relapse.

On the last night of my stay, as I was to be released (at last!) the
following morning, Mark came in to give me a massage and to help me with a
shower if I wanted one.  I told him I was leaving in the morning, and he was
pleased to hear the good news.

So, Mark taped up the IV port again, and helped me into the shower.  I was as
weak as a newborn kitten, and my arms and legs were wasted and I sat down
heavily on the bench.  Mark adjusted the water, and then he asked, very
casually, if I would mind very much if he simply got into the shower with me
as he had gotten soaked anyway the last time?

I looked up at him, with a half-smile on my face, and shrugged and said
"Sure, I don't mind."  Mark pulled the shower curtain halfway closed and I
felt a little stirring from my cock but just ignored it.  I held my arm up
out of the spray of water and made a point of not watching Mark around the
edge of the curtain as he slipped out of his scrubs.

Soon the curtain was opened a little and Mark stepped into the shower; my
eyes automatically flicked to his crotch; he had a very nice cock, loosely
relaxed, with a curve to the left.  Mark was circumcised, like I was, and his
penis was matched up to a pair of good sized, slightly droopy testicles.

His penis swelled a bit under my gaze.  I blushed a little as I felt my penis
expand even more and I looked up into Mark's eyes.  Then I glanced over the
rest of his body.  Mark had a thick thatch of chest hair, very sexy legs,
and strong looking, masculine feet.  He had a lot going for him.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Mark asked, "I don't want to make you
uncomfortable."

"I'm fine," I smiled in return.

"Good, let's get you cleaned up then."

So, the next several minutes went by quickly as Mark helped me shampoo my
hair, then he had me stand as he scrubbed my back and my legs and the rest of
my body.  I kept peeking at his penis, watching it sway as he moved around-at
least, it swayed at first.  After a while, I could see it was definitely
becoming stiffer.

Gently, and carefully, Mark had me stand up and then he swabbed my anal area,
then he took some soap and soaped down my genitals.  My cock quickly swung
out to its full length, and Mark, without commenting or acting surprised,
caressed it for a few moments, then made sure all the soap was rinsed away.

I reached out with my free hand, and quickly found Mark's cock, which had
hardened completely.  We were about evenly matched; Mark's
erect penis was slightly longer than mine was, but it was slimmer.

I was really aroused at this point; I had gone so long without any sort of
sexual activity so I was very sensitive.

"Can I fuck you?" Mark asked quietly, as his thumb delved into my tight
opening.

I groaned a little with the pleasure of his thumb being inside of me, "Yeah,
you can fuck me."

"I don't have any rubbers with me, are you okay with bareback?" Mark asked,
"I'm a total top, negative."

"Okay," I replied as I parted my legs a little more.

"Hold on," Mark whispered.  He parted the curtain and retrieved a small
bottle of lotion.  He aimed the spray of the shower away from us, then he
applied a liberal amount to my anal area, pushing a little in with his index
finger.  Then he lubed up his penis.

"You ready?"

I turned to the wall and spread my legs and pushed my ass towards him.

"Yeah, just go easy, and go slow, okay?  It's been a while."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

I felt the blunt glans of his cock pressing against my ass, and I cautiously
pushed back a little.  Mark pushed forwards, and the head of his penis parted
the lips of my ass and slipped inwards.

I gasped a little at the ring of fire I felt developing around the intruding
penis.  Mark immediately became still, and waited patiently for me to signal
that it was okay for him to continue advancing.

The pain quickly faded, and I pressed backwards; Mark pushed forwards.
Slowly, his cock slide inside, until I could feel his pubic hair brushing
against my ass.

"God, you're really tight, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay.  Feels great, just go slow."

"Okay, here we go man, let me know if I'm hurting you."

Mark began to cautiously thrust, I spread my legs a little more and just
reveled in the feelings.  I was glad to be getting well, I was thankful to be
alive.  And having this handsome man inside of my body was fantastic.

"Do you think you can come like this?" Mark whispered.

"Yeah, just keep going," I started to fist my cock a little.  The truth was,
I was so close to coming I didn't need much stimulation.  I didn't want to
come before Mark did, so I held back.  I don't like being fucked after I've
reached orgasm.

I could feel Mark's cock start to swell.

"Oh yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonna come.  I'm gonna come in your ass.  Do
you want my load in your ass?" Mark gasped and I could feel his penis thicken
even more.

"Give it to me," I gasped.

"Fuck!" Mark gave one final thrust.  I could feel his penis throbbing, once,
twice, three, four times.  It was enough to tip me over the edge and semen
shot out of my cock and splattered against the wall of the shower.

We both stood quietly for a few long moments.  Mark rested his forehead
against my back.

Soon, Mark's penis softened and slipped out of my body.  We soaped down,
again, rinsed and got out of the shower.  I was exhausted.

Mark got me back into the bed, then gave me a quick peck on the forehead.

"It was great meeting you," I said.  "Maybe we could meet again?"

Mark shook his head.

"I have a boyfriend."

I felt disappointed, but not surprised.  Of course he was already spoken for.

"Be careful when you go home, and you take care of yourself buddy," Mark
reached for my hand and squeezed it.

"I will, thanks for everything," I smiled at him sleepily.

The next morning, I was released and went home.

I've never forgotten Mark, and I have to say that the episode in the shower
with him was one of the hottest, though unexpected and unplanned for,
experiences of my life.

~*Finis*~