0 comments/ 88644 views/ 1 favorites Healing Hands By: Atrius The car accident had left me in almost a full body cast. My back had been broken with no damage to my spinal cord. The doctor's said there would be no paralysis, though my recovery would be long and arduous. I thought the time in the hospital, held nearly immobile with plaster and splints would be the worst of it though. Along with broken legs and arms, my jaw had also been shattered in the accident. I could barely communicate with it wired shut. During visiting hours, my family would come and visit, watch TV with me, read to me, and attend to some of my basic needs like bring the glass with the straw to my mouth. I was getting very tired of the liquid meals and even more tired over the fact that I couldn't even vocalize my complaints about the food. I couldn't even make passes at the cute nurses. I felt like an object instead of a person. One particular nurse, Paula, had the body of a 1940's pin up model. Buxom with long cascading silky brunette hair. She was also very shapely with a splendid hourglass figure. I would stare at her hips and ass all the while she was in my room. She was always very professional, never rushed, and always in control. As much as I fantasized about running my hand up her stockings to find the tops, and as much as I pondered her full lips and how they would feel wrapped around my cock, she still only treated me like an object. She would rarely address me directly. Only once in awhile would she look at me in the eyes and ask me to blink if I needed the bedpan changed or if I wanted orange juice instead of apple juice. No matter, I would fall asleep each night thinking about her. Being in a body cast meant that I was hooked up to a catheter making erections difficult and really unwanted in my immobile state. Yet the sexual energy was building up in me over this time. When the time came to remove a section of the cast, the section over my groin, I felt some trepidation on many levels. My pelvis has only suffered a crack and the section of the cast was put out of caution, so it didn't need to stay on as long. Doctor Felder felt it would do my morale some good to remove it as a visible sign of healing. My skin had been sealed away under the plaster for a few weeks. The air felt refreshing but irritating. I felt a prickly sensation all along the exposed area. Dr. Felder clucked his tongue and told me that I had developed a minor case of eczema. It wasn't anything to worry about he assured me and made a note in my chart. Lunch was wheeled into my room and I sucked down my liquids, getting more and more annoyed at the itching along the sides of my hips. The young orderly held the straw to my mouth asking me simple questions that I could respond to with eye blinking. I tried to drink but the itching was getting worse. It felt like ants crawling all over my nether regions. I made a muffled scream and closed my eyes tightly as I attempted to wriggle some to alleviate the itching. The orderly freaked out, thinking I was having a seizure or something. He rang the nurse while telling me everything would be okay. Nurse Paula rushed into the room. She looked at the orderly and then at me. "What's the problem?" "He seems to be having a seizure or something," the orderly replied. I opened my eyes and groaned again. I blinked rapidly and steadily to demonstrate that I was cognizant, just in serious discomfort. Nurse Paula took the chart from the end of my bed and flipped it open. Her dark brown eyes scanned down the list until she noted Dr. Felder's recent entry. She looked up from the chart and lifted up the sheet that was covering me. "I'll be right back," she stated matter-of-factly to no one in particular. She dropped the sheet and left the room. The orderly stood quietly for a second and asked if I wanted something more to drink. I signaled that I didn't. He left my lunch next to me and left. Moments later Nurse Paula returned with a tube of cream in her hand. "This will ease the itching, Mr. Kolchek." She pulled back the sheet exposing me completely. She squirted a bit of cream into her hands and began to apply it to the skin around my hips and pelvis. This felt incredible. It soothed the itching immediately. Unfortunately the gentle caresses were affecting me in other ways as well. I could feel my cock begin to harden. The catheter never felt more uncomfortable. I was never more embarrassed, not having any control over my physical reaction to her tender hands. I was startled to feel her moving the catheter. With skilled hands she unsheathed the catheter from my cock and set it to the side. From a box Nurse Paula pulled a pair of latex gloves and slide them on her hands. Another squirt of cream into her protected palm made me very curious as to what was about to happen. Nurse Paula wrapped her hand around my semi-hard cock and began to rub it, working the cream into my sensitive skin. This hardened me completely and increased my shame. Here she was, a professional, trying to do her job being forced to deal with a patient who couldn't control his libido. I couldn't ask her to stop and the only noise I was able to make sounded sexual. I tried to lay real still and think non-sexual thoughts. I couldn’t though, because she was turned slightly towards me and bent over. Her nurse's uniform fell open slightly and I could see the tops of her amazing breasts. They were so full and round. She wore a lacey white bra that I could see the very top of. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of anything but the wonderful sensation and the wonderful view of this woman stroking me. When she slid her hand under my balls and massaged them gently before returning to my stiff shaft, I knew that I was going to cum. My orgasm shot my cum straight up in a thick solid white line. I let out a soft low moan as several more contractions forced the last remaining drop of cum from my cock. Nurse Paula efficiently wiped up my cum with several tissues and snapped off her rubber gloves. She didn't say a word but picked up the chart and made a notation. I was so embarrassed. "You'll have to have this cream applied daily," she said as she flipped the chart closed and hung it on my bed. Every day, she'd come into my room and rub the cream into my skin and over my cock until I had a raging hard on and finally came. She'd clean it up and leave without a word until four days later when she commented that the rash seems to have cleared up. I wasn't itchy anymore at all which was good, but I knew this meant the end of the daily handjob to which I had become very attached. Healing Hands His penis felt stuck to his leg. His dreams had, as usual, been very vivid, and he had woken with a raging erection. Had he been able to, he would have had no hesitation in tossing himself off. In fact that was what he needed the most at the moment; some relief from the constant sense of frustration - and the ache in his balls. It was therefore not entirely surprising that he had leaked. He mentally sighed and wondered who it would be today; the short blonde trainee nurse - with the tattoos and beard, or the brusque older woman whose dash around his genitals was both quick and efficient. Either way the bed bath would not result in any relief from his current discomfort, apart from un-sticking his cock from his leg, which would be something in itself as it was now beginning to itch. Luckily, so far, he had not had the embarrassment of getting hard whilst he was being washed, but eventually it would happen. It had to. He had been here for what seemed like ages but in fact had been two weeks, unable to move, apart from his eyes. He was thankful that he could control his bladder and bowls at least, which made things a little less awkward. The door opened, and he smelt rather than saw the older nurse come into the room. Her perfume was quite distinctive, and very fresh. "Good morning Martin." She said cheerily. "How are you this morning?" Unable to answer, he listened gratefully to her chatter as she opened the curtains and generally busied herself. He heard her walk towards the bed and then her face appeared over his prone figure. She looked down on him and smiled. This was a first; and she had a very nice smile indeed. "I am going to sit you up a little today." She said. He tried to smile but couldn't. He just blinked rapidly in an effort to let her know that this really was welcome news. Perhaps now he would be able to watch telly. He heard the door open again and the masculine smell of "tattoo and beard" wafted into the room. Moments later he felt hands slide under his armpits and he was gently pulled forwards from the waist up, the brace around his head and neck holding him upright as they plumped and adjusted the pillows behind him and then gently slid him backwards into a slightly less prone position. By swivelling his eyes he could see that the side ward that he was in was light, bright and really quite nice, that he was alone and that he did have a television. He sighed in thanks. He also noted that the older nurse was probably about 55, very trim, had nicely cut blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, and a very generous bust. As the male nurse left the room he felt the sheet being flung back to expose him completely to the world. Well at least to "nurse oldie". He decided that "nurse oldie" did not do her justice. She looked to him like an attractive Barbara Windsor form the Carry On films. He decided to call her Babs. Taking a urine bottle from the side she gently grasped his penis and pointed it at the neck of the bottle after first pulling back his foreskin. She had never done this before and it made him shudder inwardly. Neither had she kept hold of his cock before which she did on this occasion. He peed; oh how he peed. After what seemed like minutes he eventually finished and she gently shook him, tapping his exposed glans against the side of the bottle, causing him to swell slightly. If she noticed she did not show it. She simply put the bottle on the side, covered it with a cloth, and turned the television on, the sound low but still loud enough to hear. The sound of the telly seemed to take the focus of the room away from him and reduced his self -consciousness. He felt himself relax. He remembered someone once saying that a good pee was better than a bad fuck. "Oh how true that is" he thought. The warmth of the flannel as it was gently rubbed over his face was wonderful. He remembered how he had once loved to shower. Stranding under the powerful jets of water as he was pummelled into wakefulness had been a daily pleasure. Carefully Babs washed his underarms, then his torso and then his legs and feet until, at last, all that was left to wash was his crotch. He had tried to keep his eyes averted from the cleavage that peeked at him, teasingly, from time to time, but his willpower was as strong as the rest of him. By the time "Babs" had finished he was certainly a lot longer and thicker than when she had started, but, thankfully, he was not erect. He tried to breathe deeply and think of anything that was remotely un-sexy, and slowly, but surely, he managed to get himself under control. As "Babs" walked around the bed, moving the bowl of water and towel on a bright shiny stainless steel trolley, he gradually shrank, a sense of relief flooding through him. He imagined how embarrassed he would be if his Mum saw him with an erection. It would be awful. And Babs must be about the same age as his Mum. The difference was though that his Mum did not look like Babs, and no doubt Babs was inured to the sight of erections; she probably saw them every day in her line of work. He wondered if his penis was up to scratch. He had never thought about it before, apart from when he was growing up. He just somehow assumed that he was "normal", whatever that was. It depended he supposed on which magazine you read or who you spoke to. If you were talking to a bloke with a ten incher then ten inches was normal. If though you were talking to a bloke with a three incher, well then it speaks for itself. But how do you know he wondered where the blokey you are talking to comes from? The feeling of a warm soapy hand wrapping itself around his cock awoke him from his reveries. He looked sideways at Babs. She was concentrating on his cock as her hand slid backwards and forwards a few times before gripping tighter and pulling his foreskin back and then forwards, to reveal a slowly growing dome. As the skin rolled into a thick collar under his glans she turned, looked into his eyes and smiled briefly before looking back to his crotch. Slowly she washed the head of his penis, pulling the foreskin right back to clean underneath thoroughly, and then pushed it back up over his glans. He could feel his face go puce with embarrassment as he began to lengthen and thicken; but she seemed to take no notice. She said nothing and showed no signs of embarrassment whatsoever. As she rinsed her hand in the bowl of warm water, he continued to grow, until, as she laid the warm flannel over him, he was nearly at full mast. Gently she ran the facecloth up and down his erection pulling his foreskin back once more, the roughness of the cloth rubbing beautifully over the sensitive nerves of his glans. Within a matter of seconds he was rock hard and knew, beyond any doubt, that there was nothing that he could do about it. Acting as if nothing untoward was happening, Babs pulled his erect penis upright so that she could remove the last of the soap from the base of his cock and around his balls. After rinsing the cloth again in the warm water, she pulled his penis upright again and pulled his foreskin back hard, rubbing the coarse cloth over the exposed, sensitive skin, causing him to twitch hard in her hand. Gently she eased his foreskin back into place before rolling it back again to expose the now purple head. When the door opened it took him totally by surprise and he had expected a hurried and embarrassed reaction from Babs. But there was none. There was no fuss or bother. Babs' face did not change one iota. She simply draped the thick towel over his midriff hiding his erection from prying eyes. The only thing that did change was his emotion. He went from hope to despair in about half a second. Clearly, from her reaction to the intrusion, Babs did not consider what she was doing as sexual. She was simply witnessing a physical result of her clinical actions. Any hope that he might have had that things were going in the direction that he was hoping for, were immediately dashed. But that did not diminish the strength of his erection, and when the door had closed on the departing intruder, and the towel had been removed, he was as hard as ever. Much to his amazement and joy, Babs once again wrapped her hand around his penis and this time, without pretence, began to masturbate him, slowly pulling back on his foreskin to slide it all the way back, before easing it forward over the sensitive head of his penis. Each time she pulled back she pulled harder, until after only a few tugs his foreskin was stretched so taut that it brought a sense of pleasure and pain that, had he been able to move, would have caused him to shudder. He could not tell from Babs' eyes whether she was deliberately trying to hurt him, or whether she was truly trying to bring him pleasure. Whatever her desire he did not want it to stop. And neither did she. But neither did she speed up her strokes. Each was slow and deliberate. Each drew his now red foreskin back to the point at which it would stretch no more. Each brought him closer to the point of no return until, finally, he could feel the thick ridge of muscle up the back of his penis twitch and then pulse over and over, sending thick spurt after thick spurt of sticky semen high into the air to land wetly on his stomach and bed covers. Babs simply stood there, her hand pulling back hard on his distended foreskin, and smiled as he orgasmed in her hand, careful to aim the spitting penis away from her nice clean uniform. Even though it took another five minutes to rewash him, he was still rock hard when she left the side ward, his penis forming a well developed ridge under the thin sheet that covered him. He only hoped that no one would come in whilst he was in this state. But then again...