The call came in at almost midnight. Brooke hopped out of her relaxing bath to respond to the emergency. She threw on a light sundress and some flip-flops, grabbed her keys and phone, and was on her way.
She hurried through the hospital doors at just after 1 a.m. Rosa met her in the waiting room, nearly hysterical.
"I need a favor," she sobbed. "A huge, huge, huge favor. You can say No. I won't get mad, I promise. But then I'll have to do it myself. That would probably be a mortal sin and I'd have to go to Hell. But I'll do it if I have to."
"Calm down," Brooke urged. "Take a breath. Start from the beginning." Rosa took several deep breaths, but then the tears started to flow, and the hiccups came.
"Relax!" Brooke demanded, pulling Rosa into a tight hug. "Calm down! I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it. Just tell me what you need."
Slowly, between hiccups and sobs, the story came out. Rosa's brother Matteo had been in a motorcycle accident. He would survive, but he'd suffered multiple fractures in both arms. This was not actually news to Brooke. She hadn't seen Matteo in years and had never much liked him even then. But Rosa paid close attention to every little thing he did, and she insisted on keeping Brooke in the loop.
Matteo had been in traction for four weeks. He was expected to continue like that for another four. The shattered bits of bone would knit together only if they didn't shift around. And afterward, the muscles would be so weak, it would take a year of therapy to regain anything close to full function.
"But Matteo's fucking, worthless, piece of shit girlfriend decided to break up with him," Rosa spat, "She can't handle her responsibilities to my brother."
"What responsibilities?" Brooke asked. "The doctors and nurses are helping him get better. Insurance is covering all the bills, you told me. Beth is a flight attendant. She flies all over the country. She can't exactly sit by his bed 24/7."
"She was in town for almost two days. She left at one p.m. yesterday. But when I visited my brother at 1:30, he was popping a boner under the blanket. Beth should have taken care of him before shipping out. Instead, the bitch broke up with him."
"This is the favor you want?" Brooke asked incredulously. "To get your brother's rocks off?"
"Well, he can't do it for himself, not with his arms in traction. And guys aren't like girls. Guys need to pop on a regular basis. That stuff builds up in their balls and turns sour. They get depressed and moody. They lose confidence. Deprival can even lead to cancers and ulcers and strokes and worse. But you can say No."
"I already said Yes," Brooke grumbled. "I won't go back on my word. But you are going to owe me big time. So, what are we talking about? A handjob in his hospital bed?"
"If that's all you can do, that's all you can do," Rosa said, which meant, of course, that she expected and hoped for a whole lot more.
Brooke glared at her friend and stood up from the table. "What room is he in?"
"318," Rosa said. "I wrote it down for you."
Brooke took her time. And she took the stairs. She'd made a commitment, and she'd honour it, but she was in no hurry to make a slut of herself. Time waits for nobody, however. And all too soon, she was standing in front of Matteo's door, checking the nurse log.
According to the logs, someone was checking in on him every hour. She had about 45 minutes until the next round, 40 to be safe. She had no desire to be caught by a nurse.
Brooke quietly entered the darkened room. She chose to leave the lights off. It was way past visiting hours. She didn't think anyone was enforcing it, but she didn't want to tempt fate with a glowing window shining out into the corridor.
Carefully, she approached the bed. Matteo was propped up in a reclining position, as if he were dozing in an easy chair. Brooke studied his shadowed face and listened to him snore. She hadn't seen him in years, and she was curious what kind of man he'd become.
The mustache suited him, she decided. She didn't ordinarily like facial hair but it worked for Matteo. He'd been an ugly child and had grown into a much uglier adult. The mustache hid some of his face and was therefore a good thing. A beard, a hat, some sunglasses, and maybe a ski mask would do well for him.
Under normal circumstances, Brooke would not touch him with a ten-foot pole. But she'd made a promise. Very slowly and quietly, so as to avoid waking him, she pulled back the blanket covering his midsection, revealing his blue pajama bottoms.
Gently, she gripped the edges of his fly and pulled it open, until Matteo's flaccid penis emerged from the opening like a sleepy groundhog, not yet ready to end his hibernation. Brooke did not want to touch him directly yet. Soon, they would be very intimate. But the flesh-on-flesh contact would surely wake him up, and she did not want that to happen until she was fully engaged. No awkward questions, thank you.
She grinned down at the floppy little penis. It was so tiny and cute. An erect cock was impressive. Imposing, commanding, even intimidating. A stiff dick had a specific purpose and the target was the nearest vagina. Even a welcome invader was a shock to the system and the sight of a ready boner could be alarming to a vulnerable female. But flaccid, it was a weird-looking worm.
But time was ticking. The nurse would be here in 38 minutes. Brooke took a deep breath, knelt on the bed, and brought her face down to Matteo's crotch. She stared at the strange creature for a long moment, then opened her lips and scooped the floppy worm into her mouth.
Matteo gave a little sigh and started waking up. Brooke sucked on his soft little member and it immediately started swelling in her mouth. A spurt of really salty pre-cum oozed onto her tongue. He wasn't very hard yet, but he was already making noises of distress, moaning and panting, writhing on the bed. It was dark, and she could barely see his face, but he actually looked panicked as he neared orgasm.
The first blast popped hot and bitter on Brooke's tongue. She'd given only a few blowjobs in her life, but the cum had never tasted like that. And it was usually thick, like egg yolk, not watery like Matteo's. Rosa had told her that semen went sour if a guy didn't cum regularly. Brooke hadn't really believed her. It sounded like a guy's pathetic attempt to persuade a reluctant date. But maybe there was something to it after all.
She swallowed the first spurt, which was followed quickly by the second and third. She kept gulping it down, as it was now just free-flowing from his dick. She'd never known a guy to cum like that. Matteo gave a long, sighing moan of relief as he poured himself into Brooke's mouth. She was chugging it dutifully when she suddenly realized that Matteo wasn't coming. He was pissing. Matteo was pissing right down Brooke's fucking throat.
