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#436
28-06-2011, 11:36 PM
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Tina returned with the commode and Fairuz helped me onto it. He then wheeled
me into the attached bathroom and shut the door. Tina remained outside. Damn. Alone with a male nurse, who might or might not be gay, in a bathroom when I can't run away. I removed the hospital gown and the disposable underwear, sitting on the commode with nothing to protect my modesty. For what it's worth, Fairuz was extremely professional, donning latex gloves before handling me, and even checking if the the water was warm enough. He wrapped my injured leg in a plastic bag before wetting my body. Thankfully, there was a bath sponge which he used, instead of his gloved hands. However, I could not help but think that he was staring at my crotch, and silently licking his lips. The washing of my upper body went well, and he moved to my lower body. His touch was gentle, and caring, as a nurses touch should be, and had he not have the same thing between his legs as me, I might have gotten an erection from the bath. Thankfully, I did not. Me: Erm. I can wash down there myself. F: Oh it's ok! We nurses are trained to be professional! Damn. I tried to imagine that Tina was the one who was scrubbing my cock and balls but it did not work. Fairuz seemed to take great pleasure in rubbing the sponge on my groin, making sure it was clean. Well, at least he did not get down on his knees to do it. My relief was short lived as he actually did get down on his knees to scrub my lower leg (the uninjured one), and his face came dangerously close. But I really have to give him credit. Although I felt mentally violated, not once did Fairuz touch me inappropriately. Or that's what I felt anyway. He rinsed off the soap suds. F: All done! His high-pitched sing-song voice was getting kind of irritating. F: Oh no! I forgot the towel! And he opened the door. Tina was still hanging around outside and I saw her looking in. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands. I saw her stifle a giggle. Fairuz re-entered with the towel. F: Sorry about that! Me: Just get over with it... He took his time wiping me down, taking an exceptionally long time at my nether regions, making sure I was completely dry. F: Don't mind me saying, but you have a nice cock. What the fuck. So he was gay. Me: Er? F: I like men who take the time and effort to groom their pubes. Groom their pubes? Who the fuck uses that term? Me: Yeah, I shave. It's more hygienic. F: Exactly! I wax mine though. Me: I didn't need to know that. F: Sorry. It's my personality. Me: Yes. You are rather outgoing... F: It's good for nurses to be friendly. It sets patients at ease. Me: Ok. F: Don't worry. I'm not interested in you. I'm already attached. Me: Really? F: Yeah! She's a staff nurse at another hospital. Me: She? I thought you were- F: Gay? Haha! I get that a lot. Me: Sorry. It's just- F: My voice? I damaged my voicebox when I was a kid. Me: Oh. I'm sorry. F: Don't be. Just think of me as a metrosexual. He finished wiping me down and passed me fresh clothes. F: There you go! I got dressed and he wheeled me back to my bed. Tina was at the other bed helping my room-mate get up. He was changing into his civilian wear. Me: Getting discharged? Roommate: Yeah. It's about time. Me: You were in a car accident too right? R: Yeah. Fucking drunk driver. Me: Well, it's good you're better. R: Thanks man. You take care too. I settled back into my bed. So I would be alone for awhile until someone else occupied the bed. Well, at least I could now watch TV at a louder volume without disturbing anyone. F: Ring us if you need anything. Me: Yep. Sorry I assumed you were gay. F: No worries. Have a good rest. 
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#437
28-06-2011, 11:38 PM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
sorry for the lack of updates bro, i was re-admitted to hospital for a wound infection. but i'm out again... thanks for the patience...
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#438
29-06-2011, 12:25 AM
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The next day, after breakfast, it was time for my shower again. I was half
expecting Fairuz to come around again but it was Tina who brought the commode over. T: Morning! Me: Good morning. Alone today? T: Yep! Fairuz is on the night shift. Ready for your bath? Me: I think so. T: Don't tell me you're disappointed that Fairuz isn't giving you a bath... Wow, was this little girl flirting with me? Me: No, no. Just wondering. T: Don't tell me you're shy? Me: Shy? I let a guy touch my private parts. What's there to be shy about? I got on the commode and she wheeled me into the bathroom. T: Ah. Interesting. Did you get an erection? Me: What? Tina locked the door behind her. Me: Hey. Fairuz didn't lock the door. T: Oh? He must have forgotten. Me: Right. Why did you ask if I had an erection? T: Well, I came by a few times to check your temperature but you were fast asleep, but I noticed your, ahem. Me: What? T: You had a couple of erections while you were asleep... Damn disposable underwear and hospital gown. Me: Erm. T: It looks like you've got a sizeable cock. Me: Er, what? Tina wasn't being very professional. T: Oh, it's normal. You probably haven't had a release for quite some time... Me: Huh? T: I read your file, you were comatose for awhile. It's been what, 2 weeks since you had the opportunity to have sex or masturbate? Me: Why are you asking all this? T: I'm being friendly? Me: But not very professional... T: You're offended? Me: Not really. But I find it a little strange. T: Why? Me: Your questions. T: I'm just curious. Me: Right. T: My guy friends wank twice a day on average. The attached ones are so horny that they have sex almost daily. Me: So? T: So, you're a guy. No ring on your finger so I guess you're unattached. Aren't you horny? Tina leaned towards me to remove my gown, accidentally pressing her soft boobs on my shoulder. Me: Er. It's complicated. She removed my underwear. T: How complicated can it be? You get horny, you wank. Simple, isn't it? Me: Well, I certainly can't wank when I'm asleep. T: I'm guessing you're a grower. Me: A what? T: A grower as opposed to a shower. As in small while flaccid but sizeable when erect. I did not know if I should be embarrassed or not. I looked down at my limp dick. It was a little small. T: Cos through your gown, I thought your cock was pretty huge. Me: Er, thanks? T: Don't mind me. I compare the cock sizes of all my patients. Me: What? T: It's like a fetish. I can't explain it. Me: That's not very healthy. T: But it's fun! Especially when they get erections while I'm bathing them. I get to see cocks of all ages and sizes. Me: That's pretty sick. T: Then why is it twitching? My cock was subconsciously waking up. Me: Damn. T: Haha. You ready for your bath?
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#440
01-07-2011, 12:54 AM
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Glad 2 hv u back!
e last time I read yr thread yr little flirting session with your boss left him high n dry.. Wishing you a speedy recovery bro. Cheers Badboy
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#441
04-07-2011, 06:46 PM
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Tina grabbed the shower head and turned it on. The cold jets of water hit me
and I squirmed. T: Too cold? She reached over and adjusted the temperature, while aiming the jets at my crotch. Coincidentally, her boobs pressed against me again. It was twitching like no tomorrow. T: Better? Me: I guess. She finished wetting my body and set the shower head down. She grabbed the shower foam and started lathering me up. It was then when I realised that she was not wearing gloves. I felt her soft hands rubbing my shoulders and chest, before moving down to my stomach and back. It really had been awhile since a girl had touched me like this. I thought I was going to cum without direct stimulation. She went behind me. T: Close your eyes. Me: Why? T: Shampoo. I closed my eyes and Tina squeezed a liberal amount of shampoo onto my head. She massaged it slowly into my scalp, creating an obscene amount of foam. I felt it flow down my face, rendering me unable to open my eyes anyway. Then she stopped. I sensed that she had moved in front of me and began rubbing shampoo into my pubic hair, whatever little of it was left. Then, she gave a few quick tugs on my erect cock and stopped. What in the world was she up to? I heard the door being unlocked and opened, then closed. Me: Tina? There was no response. I felt around for the shower head to try to wash the shampoo from my eyes but I could not find it. Shit, she left me there helpless, in a compromising situation, soap in my eyes, and a raging hard on. Truth be told, I was horny. Not having a release since the accident probably screwed up my urges. And Tina was not helping me at all. Instinctively, my left hand reached for my throbbing cock and. started wanking, using the shampoo as a lubricant. I tried to be as silent as possible not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, seeing as the door was unlocked. After around 5 minutes of intense and concentrated wanking, I felt the familiar urge to cum. Then I heard the door opening. Instinctively, I released the throbbing and almost spitting monster and pretended that I was not doing anything. Me: Tina? T (sounding breathless): Sorry! Sorry! I had to attend to something. I know I'm not supposed to leave a patient unattended in the toilet. Are you ok? I did not know that. But I decided to punish her for it. Me: You aren't supposed to leave a patient alone in the toilet? What if I fell down? And broke my other leg? T: Sorry! It won't happen again. Me: And you left me here all alone with the door unlocked. What if someone came in? T: I'm sorry. I decided to try my luck. Me: And you made me horny... T: What? Me: Can you wash off the soap for me first? I can't see anything. T: Ok. She took the shower head and hurriedly sprayed my face, rinsing off the soap. I wiped my eyes and contemplated grabbing her hands and directing them towards my still hard cock, but decided against it in case she reported me to the police. I opened my eyes and looked at her. For someone who claimed to be sorry, and had left me as she had something urgent to attend to, she certainly did not look apologetic. I detected a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She started washing the rest of body and ended up at my crotch. T: Wow, you're still hard, after so long. Either you are really horny, or you'll be a damn good fuck. Me: How so? T: Well, you can maintain an erection this long, without added stimulation. I propositioned her. Me: Wouldn't you like to find out then?
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#442
05-07-2011, 12:16 PM
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Tina did not reply, but continued washing the rest of me. I decided it was
best not to ask again, in case she really took action, legal or otherwise. She patted me dry with a towel and helped me into my clothes, then wheeled me back to the bed. The rest of the day was spent sleeping or channel surfing and I was getting rather bored. Tina came by on her usual rounds to check my vitals and to give me my medicine but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Either she did not hear what I said or she chose to ignore me. It did not really matter anyway. She did start it by flirting with me, and when I hit back, I guess she was not prepared for it. Before she ended her shift, she came over to talk to me. T: Hey. You've got an iPhone right? Me: Yeah. T: What's your number? Me: Why? T: You must be bored and need someone to chat with. Me: Er. T: So? What is it? What was she up to? Was it against hospital policy for staff to fratenise with patients? Me: You can always get it from my file... T: I know. But it's not very sincere and a little stalkerish. Me: Wow, I never actually heard anyone use that term before. T: Stalkerish? Me: Yeah. T: Well, I just did. Me: And I must comment that your spoken English is very good... T: Thanks. My parents are both journalists, it must be their influence. Me: Are you a PR? T: Yes! I'm thinking of getting my citizenship soon... Me: So you're almost 21? T: Actually, I've yet to reach 17... Me: Don't you have to be 21 to apply for citizenship? T: Not really, both my parents are already citizens. I was born in Myanmmar. And my three brothers had to serve NS before they could apply, I don't. Me: So what are you waiting for? T: I don't know. Maybe I'll wait for awhile until my third brother finishes his NS then I'll apply with him! Me: I see. So you've been here long? Where did you study? T: Actually I've been here since after I was born. I studied at XXX Sec. Me: So why do you want my number again? T: I'm just being friendly. Well, I doubt it would hurt having more friends, so I gave her my number. Even if something sexual did develop from this, she was legal anyway. T: Thanks. I'll be leaving now. She turned and left just as Shirley came in. S: Awfully friendly nurse ain't she? Me: Jealous? S: Of a little girl? Come on. It's not as if we're in an exclusive relationship... That was true. Although I was still living with Shirley, and we fucked relatively often, there still was no concrete talk of a committed relationship between us.
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#444
05-07-2011, 01:38 PM
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i'm on MC till this friday, but i dread going back to work, first the injury and now the accident, i guess my career is screwed... but other than that, at least i'm able to walk unassisted now...
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#445
05-07-2011, 02:00 PM
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Has Shirley been with someone else ?
hmmm ... guess it's desk bound for you at the moment. Not much you can do now except plan ahead while you're healing then.
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#446
06-07-2011, 12:58 AM
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fucking irritating it is to have a NSF CPL order you around... and with regard to Shirley, I doubt she's seeing anyone else. but i can't be sure either.
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#449
06-07-2011, 06:19 PM
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my promotion has already been held back and now i'm facing a permanent downgrade, further delay of promotion, and the very real possibility of a desk job for a very long time...
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#450
06-07-2011, 08:54 PM
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Shirley had bought me a Zinger meal from KFC and I devoured it like a
starving vagrant. No doubt the class A food was quite good, but nothing could beat the satisfaction of an unhealthy meal going down your throat. We chatted until visiting hours were over as she normally did. Shirley told me that she was getting bored at her job and wanted to try something else, and she already had found a couple of jobs that would be suitable. She even had a few interviews lined up. She also suggested renting out a room in the flat, and asked me to consider moving into the master bedroom with her. I declined though, as I did not really want to feel like a married couple just yet. She looked a little disappointed. I really wondered why. If we really got married, or maybe even engaged, could I give up everything for her? There was still Jenny, who I still see just for the sex. Shirley does not know, or at least I hope she does not know. And even if she does, perhaps she does not mind. I wondered why she wanted another job. Was it because she wanted/needed more money? It should not be the case as her father still gave her a very healthy allowance. Or maybe something did happen? I wondered if I should ask her about it. Maybe it was time I moved out. And stop leeching on her. My career would definitely be on the line, firstly due to the injury during training, which until now I have no idea if I will be compensated for it. Then came the car accident. I wondered if I had developed a car phobia now. In any case, I decided not to spoil whatever good things I had going for me now by asking too many questions. Maybe I was being selfish, but I needed to secure my future. Shirley kissed me goodbye and turned to leave. Me: Wait. S: Yes? I struggled to sit up and pulled her towards me for a hug. Me: I think I'm falling in love with you. She hugged me back. S: You mean it's been so long and still you only 'think'? Me: Hmm. I really don't know. S: Well, even if you do propose to me now. I'm not ready for marriage. Me: Oh? S: I mean I like you and all that, but I'm still young. What if we realise later on that it's all a big mistake? Me: Oh. S: So don't worry about it. We still can have sex... Me: Hmm. How did you know I was thinking about that? S: Haha! I always knew you were a horny idiot... Me: Erm. S: I also know about your extra curricular activities... Me: Huh? S: Your fuck-buddy... You think I never knew? Me: Well... S: You don't have to hide anything from me you know? Ours is an open relationship. If it even is a relationship. Me: I don't know what to say. S: Don't say anything. I've got to go now. Need to prepare my resumé. Me: Well, bye then. S: Sleep early ok? Night. Me: Night. Shirley took her stuff and left. She stopped at the door to adjust her hair, but I believe she was actually wiping off a tear. What had I done? She turned to wave goodbye and I returned the wave. And then she left.
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