31 comments/ 52612 views/ 4 favorites Ouch! By: magmaman "How in the holy hell did I let myself get talked into this?" I was thinking as the slightly heavy set 30 something lady left the room, closing the door. "Take off everything from the waist down." She told me, not showing even the slightest sign of discomfort at the idea of being in a room with a naked male. The naked male being me, of course. Debra, my fun little Registered Nurse and wife had been playing with my stuff one evening, let's just say she does that quite a bit. Can't say as I mind it, either. But she stopped, making a face and stuck her finger in her mouth. I had to giggle when after some effort, she dug out a pubic hair and held it up for me to see. "Yuk!" I started laughing. "It's not funny, they keep getting stuck in my teeth." Debs complained. "You aren't supposed to use your teeth!" I was still laughing. "Well, why don't you try shaving it off?" She came right back at me. "You want me to try and shave my balls?" I asked her. No way in hell was I going to to that, for one thing, it grows back in like a wire brush, and I get ingrown hairs, that hurts. I did that once way back, the truth is it isn't easy. Men's balls are sensitive for one thing, and the skin is all wrinkled up so it's tough to get a close shave, and if you aren't careful you can end up with bandaids in a place you don't want any. "Yes and your dick, too! That thing has these long curly hairs all over it." She was now holding me by the shaft, pointedly demonstrating the fact that I do have a rather heavy growth down there. "Keep biting them off and pretty soon you will get all of them." I told her, my hips making a thrusting motion with a mind of their own. Debs let go and went into the bathroom in disgust, I could hear her in there brushing her teeth. +++ It was maybe 3 or 4 days later, I was outside trimming my prize Rose bushes, she came out and told me she was headed to town. "OK." I said, not thinking anything of that. Debs has a case of that common female disease, called "shopping-itus." You know what I mean, up and down every aisle in the store, inspecting every single item, comparing the price of each per ounce. Which is fine with me as long as she doesn't make me go along because she can spend four hours getting a jug of milk. She was back in less than two hours, nearly a record. "Come in here, I want to show you something." I looked at her, she had one of those shit eating grins on her face. In I went, I no more than got inside and she reached down and hiked up her dress. Talk about balder than a billiard ball! I grinned and reached for her, she ducked and headed for the bedroom with me hot on her heels. Debs and I have one hell of a sex life considering that I am now 68 years old. By 68, men are supposed to be slowing down but Debra won't stand for that, she is always doing something to get me fussed up, this one was just another of those little incidents. She does things like down in Reno where we got married she ran around the casino with no panties on, flashing me every chance she got. I came up to the room once and she was sitting on the bed trying to find some loose stitch in her blouse that was poking her, her big round boobs hanging out in space. A couple of guys across the way in another room were standing there watching her, she didn't seem to care but I could tell she was having fun because her nipples poke out when she gets fussy. Yep, a little bit of an exhibitionist mixed in there, too. Then she has a woman she works with, her name is July. I bet that is a fake name but then all of the nurses use fake names. July does massage, nearly all of her customers are older men like me. She tries to help them with common problems, like it sometimes taking 20 minutes to take a leak, or the old root doesn't come up quite as well as one might hope. Anyway, she booked July to come over and work with my prostate issues, think about that one for a minute. July actually pulls on my old pecker with one hand while using her other hand to massage.....down THERE? You know what I mean. The fact is that it helps some, too. I find myself not needing to head for the john to pee a tablespoon nearly as much. And I have a wife that not only knows all about that but approves. But then she is a Doctor. I mean Registered Nurse. Geriatrics, too, so working with old men is just a normal day to her. Not even a trace of jealousy or concern. I think it is because she has old guy's dicks in her hands all day every day at work. I accused her of enjoying that part, remembering how we met. Yep, she ended up with my dick in her hands. "You old farts will all stay at home and die if we don't do something to get you into the clinic! Besides, a good sperm sample can help us diagnose lots of problems." She told me, not a trace of bashfulness about that at all. Then she grinned at me and stuck out her tongue. Debs doesn't actually do any of that part herself, she keeps a woman named Jennifer on staff. I happen to know, since way back she came right into the room and yanked one of those samples out of me! And Debra of course knew all about it, then later after we hooked up she set me up with July and she knew all about that, too. I suppose there is ethics in there and things like that, to be blunt Debs doesn't give a shit, she looks at the world and people as they are, not the way society seems to think they should be. Lord I love that woman! So yep. The waiting room at the clinic is always full of old coots. Like me. And Debs way is lots better, none of this nonsense about doing thing we aren't supposed to. Anyway, Debra's beaver was now bare and I have to say I liked that, so much so that we didn't really get into the why of anything until an hour or so later. "Man, this is just like me getting some strange stuff!" I laughed at her. I was trying to get her to that point where she turns on the fire hose, lord can she gush if I get it just right. I got sort of close, I think, because she turns all pink on her chest and belly when I do it right. "I want you to get it done, too." She told me as she lay there later with her head on my chest. "Get what done?" I asked, kind of knowing. "Get all of that hair off!" "You want me to shave my dick? I already told you, I don't....?" I started to say. "No, not shaved. Get yourself waxed." She grinned. "Waxed? What in the hell is that?" I had heard a little bit about things like that but it's what gay guys do, not old men like me. I am not about to ever put on one of those silly thong bottoms, either, so what's the point? Well, maybe around the house when I do one of my little strip tease dances for Debs. You guys don't need to know about that stuff though. There was more conversation but you get the drift. When Debs gets an idea in her head it's best to just go with the flow. +++ I stood there, having serious reservations about this. Debs was sitting out in the waiting room reading a book when the lady named Charlene came to get me. I know why Debs insisted on being there, too. She knew damn good and well I would chicken out. Probably sneak off and head out onto the jetty to go fishing, I mean, down to the dock to go fishing, Debra won't let me go out onto the jetty any more. I am sticking to that story, anyway. Now I was stuck in this little room, looking with suspicion at the table, a roller cart alongside with stainless steel pans, some tools and what looked like tape of some kind. It did look a bit medical in there, not what I expected at all. "Ready?" The lady knocked on the door. "Just a minute." I answered back. Hell, I still had my pants on. Sighing, I took them off, slid my briefs down my legs. I felt completely ridiculous standing there with just my shirt on, but I got up on the table, doing my best to tug my shirt down to cover myself up. Then I started getting a stiff one, I couldn't help it. Hell, I didn't know this Charlene woman from Adam. Yea, I have been naked in front of the nurses, that bunch down there at the clinic seem to enjoy us standing around with our peckers hanging out. Still. Naked, dick right out there, in front of a complete stranger, fully dressed? A bit disconcerting. With half a hard on, she sure as hell was going to think I was some kind of pervert. "Ready?" She knocked again. "I guess so." The woman came in, looked at my lower body for a second and then busied herself doing something on the cart next to the table. "First we will give you a complete wash. Lie back and pull your shirt up, please." She smiled. Think about that one, guys. You get told to pull up your shirt in front of a total stranger? Middle aged female stranger, me with no pants on? I sighed, tugged up my shirt. "Why don't you just go ahead and take it off? It's a nice shirt, I don't want to get any of this stuff on it." She smiled some more at that. What the hell. My cock and balls were already hanging out in view, I might as well. I took off the shirt, leaned back naked as a jaybird except for my socks. "You really do have a lot of hair there." She said, then she plastered me with some type of wet sloppy soap. "This will soften the hairs and remove any bacteria." She told me as she began to wash me completely. Ever have someone use both hands to wash your cock and balls? Guess what happens. I turned a bit pink but she acted like it wasn't anything at all, then she looked at my face and I guess she knew. "Relax, honey. Almost everyone gets an erection, I see that all the time so it doesn't bother me. In fact, it helps, it makes it easier to get all the hair off." Her hands were still busy and she was not being the least bit coy, she had one hand wrapped around my shaft, the other rubbing briskly at my pubic hair. "You really are a big boy, aren't you? Debra said you might act a little bit bashful but there is no reason to, I do this all the time." She grinned as she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. Then she had me slip down with my ass over a tray while she used a spray with warm water to rinse me. She even shoved one knee way back, reached behind between the cheeks of my ass and washed my bung hole, too. Ever have someone rubbing your butt hole with their fingers all soaped up? It makes the old butt cheeks clench right up, let me tell you. "Relax, honey, I am just getting you all squeaky clean." She grinned, probing me lightly. That's when it struck me she planned on doing that part, too. At least it felt like she was probing me but really she was just dragging her finger back and forth. For a few seconds I sort of tightened right up since it felt like she was goosing me, but then it felt kind of good and I relaxed. I was sort of hoping nothing was slipping out, but if it was, she didn't say anything. It all felt like it took about a half hour but it was probably just a couple of minutes. "There, that should do it." Charlene said, reaching for a hose. I was still doing everything in my power to keep from getting a woody, and I was having little success. Then there was some more spraying, finally she dried her hands and reached down to take my socks off. For some reason that was like the final act, now I really was completely stark naked. She had me stand up and step over to a little plastic stall. My whole lower body was pretty wet, Charlene sat down on a roller stool, used a towel first and then used a hair dryer to blow me dry. That thing was kind of hot, she had my cock in one hand while she used the dryer with the other. I was studying a painting on the wall, in my entire life nobody had ever done anything to me like Charlene was doing. She acted all business like, as business like as it is possible to be when a person is washing someone's stuff. Hell, her face was maybe a foot from the end on my cock, which by now was acting like it was only 25 or so instead of 68. "I can see why Debra likes you so much!" She grinned, looking up at me. "Go ahead and hop on the table, next I will trim you." That part went quickly, and I was damn glad she didn't touch that buzzing electric trimmer to the end my dick because if she had I might have pasted the ceiling. She was trimming it to about 1/4 inch or so. Next came the goop. I guess it is some kind of glue or something, it felt wet and a little bit cold. She pulled a strip of something and began to press it down firmly. Hell, this wasn't so bad, I thought. Then she yanked! "HOLY JESUS MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN HELL!! SHIT! OW!!" Came out of me as I sat bolt upright up and grabbed my balls. "Oh, it's not that bad." Charlene said. Not that bad? Not that BAD? She just ripped half of my damned NUT off, I was sure of it. I looked down, it was still there, but damn that hurt. Charlene reached out and rubbed it for me. That was better. I took some deep breaths. "Some people are more sensitive than others, sorry. Now relax and we will get through this quickly." She was smiling. Smiling at having just castrated me, I thought. "Lie back." She said, spreading some more of that shit on me. "Just wait until I get you home, Debs." I was thinking. "Ouch!" Charlene ripped another huge chunk of my flesh out. I managed to not sit up and grab my balls that time. For the next thirty minutes Charlene tortured me, at one point I told her I was ready to confess to anything. She just giggled. I think she liked her job, to be frank. Finally it looked like she was done, I had almost gotten used to that. I looked down, actually, it looked kind of neat like that. I started to get up. "I need you to turn over, onto your knees." Charlene told me. "What?" "Turn over, onto your knees. I have to get the rest." She was still smiling. "Fucking sadistic bitch." I thought. No way in hell was I going to let her do that. "Come on, it will just take a few seconds." I rolled over, now I was on my face with my ass stuck up in the air and Charlene was back there looking at me. Lord. More goop. More yanks. Actually, that wasn't nearly as bad as when she took the hairs off the side of my nuts. It sure as hell took longer than a few seconds, though. "OK. Just stay like that, I want to use some powder on you." I couldn't see what she was doing but she was patting me and spreading something that felt almost slick all over my back door. OK. I didn't mind that part. "Roll over onto your back, honey, so I can powder up the rest." I rolled over, not really bashful any more. I was still hard as a rock, and at this point I didn't care. Charlene spread some powder all over my now hairless cock and balls. She did the whole thing, too, I actually didn't expect that. Then her hands began to slide up and down my length. "Debra told me this part would be OK if you didn't mind." She smiled. I realized that now she wasn't actually spreading any powder on me, the motions had changed completely. I looked up at her, she grinned right back and just kept on. I didn't quite paste the ceiling but I did manage to splatter up Charlene's apron fairly well. She didn't appear to mind that at all, in fact, her own breathing got pretty heavy so I could tell she liked doing that. With Debs right outside the door, reading a book and knowing all about it? Damn, I love my wife! +++ "Well, how was it hon?" Debs asked me as I came out. She sure had a grin on her face. "Not as bad as I expected." I told her. "I heard you yell." She snickered. "No shit! I only have three inches left." I laughed. Debs just laughed as she went to the counter and paid Charlene. Sixty bucks to get my hair yanked out by the roots? Hell, I guess I was in the wrong line of work. Well, I don't work but I used to. "You will need to come back in two or three weeks for a touch up, if you both come at the same time it will be half price." Charlene told me. I thought about that for just a second. "OK." I told her. Debs just giggled. Debra and I went home, of course I had to show her what everything looked like. She ran her hands over me and grinned. I went in and took a shower, a long hot one. Debs wanted to try the new me out right away, but it was around 10 that evening before things had recovered enough to work again. Hell, I am 68 years old, what did she expect? That Charlene lady sure knew how to drain everything there was to get, that's for sure. She also made me forget how much it hurt. But finally, when Debs turned around and stuck her big hairless bottom in my face, the view sort of set me off. Sliding her lips over me helped a lot, too. "This is sure a lot better!" I heard her mumble. "Yea, I like it too." I answered. Then I worried myself around until I was behind her and tried out my new condition. "Man, this is just like getting me some strange stuff!" I teased her, making her laugh. Then I was thinking. Charlene obviously had no real inhibitions? She had also done the same procedure on Debra? I kind of wondered about that. Since Charlene had no inhibitions about grabbing my dick, with Debra did she..?" Hmmmmm? "Say, Babe? I have a question?" I asked her later. Debs was now snuggled up against me, basking in the afterglow. "I wondered when you would get around to asking me." She giggled. Ouch My Ass My name is Bob. I have never considered myself to be gay at all. However, I would occasionally glance at other guys and wonder. Well, one day I found out what it was like to be gay. I am about 5'9" brown hair, green eyes and 31 years old. My dick is about 8" long, 3 inches wide and I have a strong sex drive. I had been eyeing my boss for a while, his name was Jay. Jay is about 24 years old but looks no more than 18 years old. Jay has boyish good looks, a little shorter than me and about 20 pounds lighter than me, which would make him about 130 pounds. Jay also has blonde hair blue eyes and a very good since of humor. One day I told him to come by after work, my wife had left me and I needed someone to talk to. Well, he came by and we started talking. I asked him why he made a lot of gay jokes and why they were always aimed at me. He assured me that I was taking him too serious. Then I decided screw it lets take this farther. I told him that I was curious about homo sex and asked if I could suck his dick. He protested, telling me to stay away from him, that I was a fag. I explained I was just curious about gay sex and that there was no better to find out than try it. He protested saying that there was no way he was sucking my dick. I assured Jay that I wanted to try it that he didn't have to participate. I also said "I tell you what, let me suck your dick, you get a nut no strings or obligation. And that if he could hold out for 10 minutes I wouldn't expect him to return any favors. But if he blew his load before the 10 minutes was up, he had to get me off also. He said ok but that he wasn't going to touch my dick and that he had enough stamina to hold out for 10 minutes. Jay pulled down his pants and to my surprise, he was a boyish guy with a man dick! His dick was 10 inches long and almost as big around a coke can! And fully erect. Yeah, he didn't want me to touch him….right. I but my hand around his dick and drew it into my mouth, the taste of is smooth soft dick was better than I ever expected. I had never been this turned on. I didn't think I could get the thing in my mouth, but the first insertion I took about 5 inch in and started to pull back off of it. I was stopped by his hands behind my head. His dick was touching the back of my throat as it was and he wanted me to take it all? How? He held his dick in my mouth for a minutes and I eventually had to swallow saliva around his massive tool. When I did, he forced the rest of his cock down my throat gagging me, I could hardly breathe. Then for the next few minutes he face fucked me like a wet pussy. His dick tasted better than any candy I had ever tasted. He eventually blew his load down my throat and kept pumping for a few more seconds, not even going limp. My first taste of cum was not disappointing it was think sweet liquid and I think I am addicted now. But he screwed up! He forgot about the clock and at the 8 minute marker he blew his load! NOW HE HAD TO GET ME OFF! When I told him it was my turn he said there was no way in hell he was putting his hands or mouth on my dick…that I would have to fuck him in the ass. My mouth hit the floor! He told me to make it fast and quick, that he had never been fucked in the ass and that he knew it was going to hurt but that he could take the pain if I would hurry and blow my load. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out some lotion…applied it to my dick and put my dick to his hole. I pushed forward and nothing…it wouldn't go in. I continued for about 5 minutes to try and get my dick to go in and finally I penetrated his ring…he screamed like a little bitch! And I was only about 2 inches in him….he pleaded for me to wait a second. So, I gave him about one minute to adjust to my dick then slammed the other 6 inches in and held it there for a second, the hold time he was screaming! I told him scream all he wanted but to put his head in the pillow and I would be as quick as I could. I started fucking his ass like a madman! It grabbed my dick so tight, I wanted this to last forever. I guess he had got used to my dick because now instead of screaming he was moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, making our balls touch a bit with each thrust! I reached around as I pumped his ass to find that the dick that had been limp from the pain was now raging and thicker than when it was in my mouth! WOW! Jay's ass was clinching my as so hard I didn't last much longer and I blew my load deep in his bowels. Jay said, now I want to fuck you! Jay demanded for me to lay on my stomach. I hesitated because his dick was much longer and thicker than mine…and my ass was a virgin too. I lay there on my stomach scared as hell that he would rip my poor ass ring apart! But that isn't what happened. After a lot of lube and some quick hard pokes his purple headed read skinned cock made it thru the ring of my ass. It hurt like hell! He pushed a little of his dick in waited for me to adjust and did this about 5 times, every time plunging a little further into my virgin ass. I was wondering how much longer it was going to take for him to be fully inserted into my ass…. I thought he was never going to run out of dick. I asked how much was in me and he replied that only half of his dick was in me. I started to panic, I already felt like a telephone pole was up my ass. I told him just to get it over with. He then pushed with all his weight slapping his nuts up against my ass. Jay was finally completely balls deep into my ass, AND IT HURT! Jay started to pump my ass like there was no tomorrow. IN , out , IN , out. Having already blown his load once jay was working my ass like there was no tomorrow, moaning, but showed no signs of letting up. Then the weirdest thing happened, all the pain turned into pleasure….making my cock pulse , as it was pinned between my stomach and the sheets. I blew 2 loads while he pounded my ass for almost 2 hours. He fucked like a stallion for the complete time, never letting up. I was about to cum again when he blew his load deep in my ass, but he pulled out with a slurping plop and just layed there for a second. I complained that damn it , I was about to come again. Jay smiled , leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Here I was getting blown by my boss! That was the best blow Job I had ever had! He stayed a while and blew him a few more times. The next day at work was hilarious, I could barely walk, and he was walking a little funny himself. =) Later that day I let him bend me over a stack of milk crates in the back, yet again pumping his 10 inch fuck stick all the way up my soar ass. And then later I gave him a blowjob in his office! He pumped my face hard and strong hurrying so not to get caught. I didn't care, I loved that sweet liquid. I ended up jacking off in the bathroom after each encounter. Needless to say I am the bosses favorite employee. And he is my favorite boss! Ouch That Hurts Hun! I remember it like it was just yesterday and not the three years that it has been. That was the night my wife showed me what anal sex was all about. We had been together about five years at the time and I begged and pleaded with her to let me fuck her in the ass. We tried so many times, doggy style, sideways, me on a chair with her coming down on me, me lying on the bed with her straddling me and of course missionary and nothing seem to work. We read the books and watched the instructional videos but it just wasn't working. I knew it wasn't because of my size; I am not overly huge, just a nice average 7 inches and not too thick. We came to the conclusion it was just a mental block she was having. She had always thought of her ass as an out hole only. Well this went on for the full five years then one night she had a few glasses of wine and I tried something new. I got out the lube and lubed up her five inch dildo and gently put it in her butt. She didn't seem to mind this as much because it was very soft rubber and it was smaller than my cock. I took my time with it but soon she was moaning so I went a little faster. I had a feeling that my luck was going to change that night. I was finally going to fuck her tight ass! I pulled out the dildo and started fucking her, with her on her side. This gave me access to her ass while I pumped my cock in and out of her wet pussy. I then took the dildo and put it back in her ass. I didn't even have to take my time it was as if her ass swallowed the toy up. She was really cumming now; my cock was just soaked from her cum. I figured if she can handle both my cock and a dildo why couldn't their places be reversed with my cock in her ass and the dildo in her cunt. The small dildo was not one she really like to have in her pussy because of its small size so I took out her other one, it almost was a mold of my cock it was so similar. I kept her on her side and started fucking her pussy with the larger dildo, she started cumming again. When she was in the middle of her orgasm I slowly slid my cock into her warm tight ass. She went crazy and drove her sexy ass back on my rod. I could feel every ridge of the dildo as I kept sliding it in and out. It felt amazing rubbing on my cock through the small membrane. She asked me to fuck her ass harder and that is what I did. I didn't last very long and in seconds I blew a huge load inside her rectum. It was one of the best orgasms in my life up to that time. We now had the secret on how to fuck her in the ass and we got to practice it more regularly. We even invited another man in the bed with us and what a night that was. (If you want to know about that read my story Doubled Up Wife). Anyway the anal sex was fantastic because I just love her plump ass. I love squeezing it, I love licking it and I love fucking it. She was really into it too. There had been a lot of fucking, sucking and ass fucking since then. We have had two on our bed, three on our bed, and four on our bed. We have even been to a party with ten on a bed, we didn't care too much for that night though, I guess it was too many people and not enough intimacy. Sex was great; we always tried spicing it up different ways. Food, acting out stories we've read, watching porn (not my wife's favorite act, especially if the movie has no storyline), just about anything we could think of we would try at least once. Some things I am not going to mention (wink), but let's just say we had fun. Some things we would and have done again some things we wouldn't but you don't know till ya try right? Anyway to make a long story short, one night my wife and I were in the sack and we had her toys out and I was giving her one of her double fucks and she loved it as usual. After she came for the umpteenth time she had me lay on my back and she started to give me head. And man does she give good head. Personally receiving head is not my favorite pastime in sexual activities but I do enjoy it. And this night she was really gobbling me up. She then without warning stuck a finger in my ass. I was shocked at first, she had done this to me before but it wasn't part of her normal repertoire, and then I started to get into my prostate stimulation. I was just about to blow a huge load down her throat when she all of a sudden withdrew her finger and replaced it with the dildo that was the size of my cock. That is when I yelled out, "Ouch that hurts Hun!" But she didn't even hear me. She just kept on sucking me. She was sucking and shoving and shoving and sucking. Soon the pain was replaced by an amazing feeling, I was so turned on I just couldn't hold on any longer and blasted a huge load of cum deep in her throat. She swallowed every drop. When she pulled out the dildo I almost missed it I felt so empty. So now we take turns every once in awhile fucking each other in the ass. We are thinking of buying a strapon for her to use on me, we will let you all know how it goes. Ouch, This Is Going To Hurt Oh Shit, Ouch! This is going to hurt. Those were my last thoughts as I felt the rear end of my car slide. Despite my best efforts I could not correct it and I was on a one way ride to the wall of tyres about 10 yards from the edge of the bend. So, what was I doing on a wet Sunday afternoon on a non-descript race circuit in front of a handful of die-hard spectators? Certainly one of the things I was doing was proving that I was no Ayton Senna. What I was, was a rich, thanks to a large inheritance, spoilt, thanks to a large inheritance, idle, yes, guess what thanks to....late 20's single guy indulging in one of his hobbies. With more money than I knew what to do with I could indulge myself with the best of most things; holidays, housing, clothes and boys toys. Oh, and when it came to fine wines and food, I definitely enjoyed the finer things in life. It was half way through a 10 lap race and I was looking to overtake the guy in front when my Caterham Track day car decided my ambition and expectation of grip would not be met by the physics of the tyres on a damp surface. The rear end slid, I tried to steer into the skid but my lack of skill in that department soon had me on the wet grass and heading towards the tyre wall. Oh Shit, Ouch! This is going to hurt. The lights went out and the next thing I knew was being awoken by a bright light being shone into my eyes. I blinked. "Well good evening Mr. Jones, welcome back, good of you to re-join us," a deep, but soft, man's voice said. I blinked several times again as the light was removed and I looked at a smiling face looking down at me. I tried to speak, but something in my mouth stopped me. "Don't try to talk, we have a tube into your throat, we should be able to remove it soon, but blink if you can hear me." I blinked. "Good, now Mr. Jones, you have had a nasty bump and unfortunately you have broken some bones. Do you understand?" I nodded and blinked. "Do you remember what happened?" I shook my head. Ouch that hurt! "Well, you had a nasty crash at the race track. Thankfully your crash helmet saved your head from any damage. You have extensive bruising from your racing harness and you have broken both arms and one leg. Thankfully they will be OK in time and you won't have any permanent damage by what we can see. Your car didn't come off so well unfortunately," he said with a sad smile. "Now let's get that tube out so that you can talk properly. Nurse!" My vision was then filled by an attractive blue eyed blonde face smiling down at me as she slowly withdrew whatever tube was in my mouth and stopping me talking. I coughed and was given a cup of water which I drank in one go. "OK?" the nurse quietly said. "Yeah, thanks," I replied with a very husky voice. The nurse helped me sit up a bit and I took notice of my surroundings. I couldn't move my arms and saw that both were in plaster from fingertip to above the elbow. One leg seemed different. "Mr Jones, you have been a very lucky man, but you will be staying with us for a few weeks," the man said. "I am Dr. Lines and this is Nurse Bozzani. You will be in our care for probably a month or so. " He lifted the corner of the bed covering to show me my right leg in plaster from above my knee to my toes. "Are you in any pain?" the Nurse asked. "My head is killing me." I replied. "After the bang you had, I am not surprised; we'll get you something to help. Then try and get some sleep. You have been unconscious for about 6 hours but sleep will do you no harm." The doctor said goodbye and said he would see me the next day. The nurse soon returned with a couple of tablets and a cup of water. I was soon fast asleep. I awoke with a start. I was heading towards a wall of tyres and knew it would hurt. "There there, it's Ok!" a soothing voice said as she put a cool flannel on my head. "Jesus!" I exclaimed. "I was heading towards the wall again!" "That's OK, you are bound to have flash backs, now try to go to sleep the soothing voice said. I was soon fast asleep again, then woken by the smell of food. "Fancy some breakfast love?" an elderly lady said to me as she approached my bed. "My, you have been in the wars. What does the other guy look like," she added with a chuckle. "Tea or coffee?" "Tea please," I said as I tried, and failed to sit up. As if by magic, a nurse appeared; a different one from last night, who helped me sit up. The day passed by with me drifting into a deep sleep, and being awoken with a flash back of me driving into a wall of tyres. I saw there was a clock opposite me, but I had lost all sense of time. At about 5.00 I was awaken again for food. "You have had some visitors Mr Jones," the man said who I recognised as the doctor from the previous night. "You were out for the count so we suggested they came tomorrow when you may be spending more time awake," he said smiling. "But they send their best." "Who were they?" I asked. "He looked at a scrap of paper on my bedside table." "Bernie and Tess." "Oh, Ok, thanks." Bernie was my best mate and Tess his wife, both of whom had been at the race track to help me. I had a small but loyal group of friends. I had known Bernie and Tess since I had left school. They had helped me when I lost both my parents within months of each other; and while the inheritance helped cushion the blow financially, emotionally it was a tough time and Bernie really provided stability for me. "You are doing well, I am very pleased with your progress," the doctor said as my food was put in front of me. "Time is a great healer and the bones will fix themselves so I expect you to be able to make a full recovery. Now is there anything else I can get you apart from some better food!" he continued, smiling as he looked at the food with distaste written all over his face. "Well, I feel as though I could do with a good shave and shower, but I guess that's out of the question?" "Yes, it will be sometime before you can do that yourself, but the nurses will be able to help. I will get Nurse Bozzani who you met last night to help after you have feasted on you dinner." The food was awful, he was right, but I managed to finish it. With the dishes cleared, I was just about to drop off to sleep when Nurse Bazzini came into the room. "Hi Mr. Jones, the Dr said you would like a shave and shower." "Yes, but I understand a shower is off, but a wash would be great, and by the way, it's John. Mr. Jones was my dad!" I said smiling at her. "Ok, John. Let me get my stuff and we will make you more comfortable and smelling like a new born baby again." The Nurse soon re appeared and prepared me, starting with a shave. I had never been shaved before. She had clearly done it before and I was soon smooth and felt much better. "Do you want me to brush your teeth?" "Yes please," I replied realising it had been some time since I had last brushed my teeth and my breath must have been awful. With my teeth brushed she said, "Now for the bed bath. Ever had one before?" "No." "Well I will put a plastic sheet under you and wash you but first I will remove your catheter, it may hurt a bit. Sorry. I won't replace it which means you will need to use a bottle in future, or at least until you can move. OK?" I nodded and realised I hadn't been for a pee for ages, so that was the reason. Realisation that I would also in time have to use a bed pan hit home too! She was right, it wasn't pleasant but the deed was soon done and a plastic sheet was put under me. Soon warm soapy water was being rubbed onto me and I was really beginning to feel batter in myself. The soapy water was washed away and I was soon dried off and left to go off to a deep and contented sleep. Bennie and Tess pooped in the next day and spent an hour or so, sending best wishes from various friends. They lived a long way away so were unable to visit regularly but it was nevertheless very much appreciated. The routine continued day after day. I eventually got used to the awful feeling of having nurses help with personal issues such as needing them to bring a bottle and put my dick in it to pee, and a bed pan for the other end. God bless them, but I guess they get used to it. I was used to women touching my dick as part of a sexual experience, not a bodily function like peeing! About a week or so into my stay, Nurse Bazzini asked if I wanted another bed bath. I had had one a few days before, given to me by a very nice and incredibly camp male nurse. "Yes please." The routine was very much as before, however as the warm soapy water soothed me, and her soft gently hands washed my upper thigh on the leg that wasn't in plaster, a reaction started in my wedding tackle region. I felt the blood flow to that area and my cock start to harden. No matter what I did or thought about, I couldn't stop it and was soon having a semi hard on. The nurse had to have seen it and to make matters worse then started to wash my cock, making it harden even more. "Sorry," I mumbled. "It's OK, its nature," Nurse Bazzini replied smiling at me and continued to wash it. My mind was now doing overtime and I thought she was spending more time washing it than strictly necessary. The warm soapy water was soon replaced with warm water as the soap suds were washed away. She again took her time washing my cock and this time, I was sure it wasn't in my imagination; she was definitely spending too much time on this region, stroking it like a full blown hand job. I was now rock hard. "Ok?" she said quietly as she continued to stroke me and then with her other hand cup and cradle my balls." "Yes", I grunted. Any pretence of a wash was now long gone. "Oh God!" I said, trying not to cry out too loudly. "I am going to cum!" The tell-tale signs were there and the nurse clearly felt my balls tighten as she continued stroking me; covering and uncovering the now wet head of my cock with my foreskin. "Yesssssss!" I cried as I came, shooting thick wads of thick hot sticky cum over my stomach and the last few drips on the Nurses hand. "I think you needed that John," she said as she let go of my now softening cock and started to wipe her hands before cleaning me of my recent explosion. I couldn't think of anything to say. Was this part of the new NHS? "Feel better now?" she smiled as she patted my now normal sized flaccid cock and covered me with my bed clothes. "Now, off to sleep and not a word to anyone Ok?" I nodded and smiled and was soon, as she had told me, fast asleep. The bed bath routine soon became a feature every other night and she masturbated me to a very satisfactory outcome every time. A couple of weeks went by and it must have been Nurse Bazzini's day off as another nurse was on duty. "It must be bed bath day John, isn't it?" she said with, what I thought, was a knowing look. "Yeah, I guess so," I replied in as much a non-committal way as I could. Did she know what Nurse Bazzini did for my bed bath I asked myself? What happens when I get a hard on, which I am bound to do. Still deep in thought, the nurse soon reappeared with bowls of hot water and towels and all the other paraphernalia. The bed bath started, and sure enough as soon as she was washing my upper thigh, I started to harden. She seemed to ignore it but as she started to wash my cock, the touch was more than a wash demanded. "He seems to like that," she said smiling at me and making no attempt to hide her actions. I nodded as I looked at her wanking me. She moved and before I knew what was happening she had got on the side of the bed and started to lick my rock hard cock, before taking it into her hot wet mouth and sucking and licking me. I don't think I had ever had such an intense blow job in my life before. She stopped and wet her finger and started to put it up my arse as she recommenced her blow job. She was soon deep in my arse, finger fucking me as she sucked harder and harder. I was harder than I could ever remember and knew I was unable to last. "I'm cumming!" I cried out through gritted teeth. She redoubled her efforts with both her finger and sucking and I was soon filling her mouth with my seed. "Oh God!" I cried out as she drained me and swallowed everything I gave her. She gently removed her finger and licked it in such an erotic way I was sure my softening cock gave a twitch of appreciation. She then licked her lips and smiled as she looked down on my cock and covered me with my bed clothes. "Now, off to sleep and not a word to anyone Ok?" My God, she must have known. That was exactly what the other nurse had said. Did they do this for all male patients? Why me? A few days later Nurse Bazzini was on duty again, "Bed bath John?" "Yes please." The routine was as before but this time the hand job was much slower and if possible, more sensual than previously. Just as I was approaching my peak, the Nurse slowed down. "Did the other nurse take care of you Ok John? Give you a nice bed bath?" I smiled and nodded. "She gives good blow jobs doesn't she?" "Yes." "Would you like me to give you a BJ?" I smiled. "Has a man ever turned a BJ down?" Without another word I felt my cock covered with her hot wet mouth as she started licking me and sucking me. "Oh God, I won't last, you got me so close!" I cried out. "I know," she said momentarily stopping what she was doing before taking as much of my hard cock into her mouth as she could and cupping my balls. That put me over the edge and I was then shooting my cum into her willing mouth. I felt her swallow my ejaculate as she let my cock soften in her mouth. She smiled, licked her lips and bade me goodnight. I continued to enjoy my bed baths with these two nurses until the time came for my plasters to be removed and I could then stand and slowly walk, with help, to the shower room. "Can you wash yourself?" Nurse Bazzini asked. "I don't know, I am frightened of falling over." "Of course," she said with a quizzical look. "No," I smiled. "I am being serious. I will need to hold onto something to stand up. "Ok, get in the shower and at least stand under the water." The shower door shut and I enjoyed the sensation of hot water flowing over me as I held onto the various brackets and handles within the large shower room. "You OK?" I heard her ask. "Yes thanks?" "Want a hand?" "Yes please." The door opened and I was joined by Nurse Bazzini, minus her uniform. My cock immediately hardened as I took in her nudity and cast my eyes over her perfect firm breasts topped off with hard dark and large nipples. I took in her flat stomach and shaved pussy, with her slit and pussy lips clearly on show. She came up to me and started rubbing soap over me, before washing it off and rubbing me with her breasts, going lower and started to suck my hardness. She stopped and looked up at me, "we have to be quick!" "What?" I have locked the outside door, but we can't be long, or we will raise suspicions, now fuck me!" With that she turned around and bent over, pulling her bum cheeks apart. Backing up to me as I rested against the shower wall, she guided my cock into her hot wet hairless pussy, and as I stood still she took up the pace, moving back and forwards. I could see my cock going in and out of her and her bum hole open as if asking to be fingered. Dare I move one hand and try I asked myself? She quickened the pace of the penetration as I took the risk, taking my right hand off the safety rail and stroked her bum cheek before lightly touching her puckered rose hole. "Oh yes, there!" she said as she urged me to explore her, continuing the thrusting as my hard cock slid in and out of her wet and welcoming pussy. As I touched her, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, which was the trigger for me to know I was close to cumming. "I am going to cum, where do you want me?" "In my pussy!" Her wish was my command as I felt the first spasm come and I started shooting into her just as she stopped moving with me deep inside her. "Oh Fuck yes!" she cried out, "That was what I wanted!" My cock soon slid out of her hole as I saw our combined juices rudely flow out too. Quickly washing ourselves, she turned the water off, dried me then stepped out of the shower and was soon prim and proper in her uniform as she helped me back to my bed. All too soon, my hospital stay was over as it was deemed I could continue to do my rehabilitation at home. Despite my protestations, I was sent home before I could enjoy another shower with Nurse Brazzini. That being said, the two nurses were so concerned about my wellbeing, they have agreed to come down together next weekend to make sure my recover is going well.