Jane had heard the rumours but she tried not to let them cloud her thoughts as she slid between the faded blue curtains.
“Hi, John,” she beamed as she slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
Laid on a bed behind the curtain was John Twist, a young man in his mid 20s who had been brought in following a motorcycle accident. Both his legs and his right arm were plastered in white cast and his scalp was wrapped in cotton bandage. He couldn’t reply to her as his jaw had been wired shut, so the conversation was going to be very one sided.
“My name is Jane and I’m the nurse on duty tonight,” she smiled. “We’re just going to get you cleaned up and then we’ll settle you down for bed. Is that okay?”
She made a point of looking at John despite his muteness. Sometimes she worried she babied her patients too much, and it was even harder when they couldn’t talk back. Even if he wasn’t happy with her proposition he didn’t have much of a choice.
Jane placed the bowl of warm water beside John’s bed and then began to unbutton his gown. The white fabric slid easily from his body and left him bare except for his bandages and casts. John was in good shape and really quite handsome, so Jane understood why the girls talked about him so much. A glance to his crotch also revealed the rumours to be true.
Jane soaked her sponge and began to rub his body. Soapy water caught in his dark chest hair as it ran off his skin onto the bed. Bath time was messy when the patient couldn’t move so she tried to keep the water to a minimum.
Her sponge slid from his chest to his stomach as she coated him in soap, and as her hands moved she couldn’t help but shift her gaze.
Beads of water trickled from his belly button and down into the brown, trimmed border below which rested his cock.
Jane inhaled and allowed her sponge to go where it needed to. It was only for a moment.
John was well endowed to say the least. His flaccid cock hung down between his legs so low that the tip rested against the bed. His balls were just as huge as they hung proudly against his ass.
Jane squeezed the soap from the sponge and allowed the bubbles to trickle down his shaft. Before she pulled away she grazed the head with her fingertip. It was a subtle but purposeful move.
John’s cock twitched and she watched as it began to grow.
“No need to be embarrassed, Mr Twist,” Jane smiled politely as his hard cock flopped onto his stomach. “These things happen. I’ll just carry on.”
The girls hadn’t seen how big John’s cock was hard; she knew because it would have sent them into a meltdown. It lay across his stomach, past his belly button, and swelled with the girth of a soda can.
Jane traced the veins in his cock with her sponge and watched as it twitched.
John had been in the hospital a while and he couldn’t move. She figured it must be hard for him to not cum for so long. No wonder his balls looked so heavy.
Jane thought maybe she could help.
She looked at John as she slipped her fingers around the base of his shaft. The two locked eyes and she smiled. She wanted him to know that his cock was in her care now and he could relax. He just gave her a look of mild shock before turning his gaze to her full hand.
Slowly she rubbed from bottom to top, and then top to bottom. Her gloves were slick with soap and her hand glided across his cock silently.
With her thumb she began to trace circles on his frenulum. A beeping signalled that John’s heart rate was quickening, which continued with every flick of her finger. She took her spare hand and cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.
Between her legs she felt a familiar warmth as she imagined how he’d feel buried inside of her.
She began to wank the tip of his cock as quickly as she could without her hands squelching from the soap. Johns heart rate quickened and she felt his cock tense in her grasp.
“Not yet,” she smiled and pulled her hand away. John’s stomach tensed as he lost the orgasm he was desperate for.
Whilst he regained some composure, Jane unbuttoned her tunic to reveal her boobs and smirked as John’s gaze drifted to her nipples. With the help of the damp sponge her chest glistened temptingly under the ward lights. He must have been desperate to suck them.
She returned to his cock with both hands now and began to jerk in a twisting motion. His foreskin pulled back and forth over the swollen purple head and it was oozing with salty precum. She squeezed a bead of the goo from his cock onto her finger which she brought to her mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned quietly as she sucked her finger as sloppily as she’d suck a cock.
The monitor beeped as John’s mind raced from the sight.
“Wouldn’t you like to pump your cum into my warm throat?” She teased as she wanked his cock faster.
John’s stomach tensed.
“If you can’t answer me then I’ll assume you don’t want to cum,” she pouted.
John grunted painfully through gritted teeth as she jerked him closer to the edge.
“Good boy,” she grinned and then lowered her head to give his cock a lick.
Before she could John’s bed shook and his cock throbbed in her hands. A fountain of thick cum erupted from him, showering his body and bed in pearly, white beads.
“Aw,” she smirked as John’s chest heaved. “You couldn’t even hold out for a blowjob.”