I had been out chopping down a tree on my property, both for future firewood and to help restore the forest to health, when I felt something tear in my stomach and side. I knew almost immediately it was more than a muscle pull and the pain left me unable to stand up straight. I held one arm tight to my side to keep whatever had snapped as immobile as possible and used the axe as a cane to stagger back towards the house. I knew I was going to need something, at least some medication, so I hunched my way into the truck and drove to the hospital.
Everyone was very nice, helping me get undressed and into one of those godawful gowns and then whisking me off for x-rays and exams and a shot in the butt, a thorough taping of my midsection and lower ribcage, and a stern admonishment not to do anything stupid that might aggravate my injury.
"You wouldn't do anything stupid, would you, Mr. Baldwin?" the pretty young nurse in purple hospital scrubs said teasingly.
Miss Henderson was the only hospital staff present at the moment, and she was cleaning up while they waited to let some of the effects of the drugs they had shot me full of to wear off.
By now the pain had largely subsided as I saw her two firm buttocks stretching her pants as she bent over to return something to a lower cabinet. I tried to sit up to get a better view of Miss Henderson's beautiful tight ass. All of a sudden an idea that was probably pretty stupid was starting to enter my mind. I couldn't help but want to walk up to her and nestle my hammer between those cheeks and grab her by her hips and press my pelvis against her. She noticed my hesitation but thought I was hurting and her concern was obvious as she stood up and turned towards me.
"Are you OK, Mr. Baldwin? Can I get you something or do anything for you?"
Γ’β¬ΕThank you, Miss Henderson, I'm OK," but there was a very real pain in my voice as I said it, for I had actually been able to sit up on one elbow to watch Miss Henderson bend over, and now that she was standing up and I didn't have those beautiful half moons in front of me, I realized how much sitting up hurt and I groaned as I lay back down.
A good idea, except for the fact that I had been getting more aroused than I realized and my thin hospital gown was now seriously tented. Miss Henderson must have noticed because I heard her catch her breath as if she had gasped, and I saw her cheeks turn red. But she pretended not to notice and continued clearing up the area, but for some reason this just turned me on even more, and my cock twitched once or twice, producing noticeable jerks of the cloth and now there was now way the mountain under the sheet could be missed. I didn't know what to do but since Miss Henderson continued to pretend it wasn't there, I just lay back and hoped it would go away soon if I could just get my mind off her and my throbbing shaft.
The next thing I knew the door opened and senior Nurse Bennett walked in. "Oh my," she said as she assessed the situation. My humiliation was complete, but my damn penis wouldn't stop trying to bust out of the gown. Nurse Bennett was older, in her thirties, with wider hips and strong shoulders, but still with a tight, trim body under her scrubs. And to her credit she noticed not only the condition of my insane organ, but also the pain in my face. I think she may have thought it was just my member that was causing all the pain, since she didn't know I had been contorting myself to see Miss Henderson stretch out those thin, well-washed pants. She stepped towards me and drew a curtain behind her.
"Miss Henderson, as you know we normally just give a patient some privacy and allow them to handle things like spontaneous erections such as this on their own. But you'll notice that in this case not only is the patient in severe immediate pain, but any attempt at self-stimulation will only inflame the injury." As she was saying this she was drawing on gloves and applying a medical lubricant to her right palm. She leaned over and threw the gown up above my waist and I felt an immediate draft below my navel. My cock jerked one more time and Nurse Bennett grabbed it by the base and the ball sack with her left hand, then grabbed the upper portion of the shaft with her right hand. The lube was cold for a second but practically melted against the heat of my shaft.
"This will just take a moment," she added in a way that instantly bothered me. How could she be so confident that she could get me off in "just a moment?" At that moment, I decided I was going to try to last as long as I could, even if another part of me wanted to prove her right and go shooting off right now. The sensation from her handing sliding up and down my rod and the bump and tug her other hand gave my balls every stroke was incredible. Her fingers slid apart slightly as she changed the position of her hand to better caress every bit of skin on my prick, every hot, thick-fleshed, ribbed inch up to the slick part below the head, her grip tightening, and then flaring out over the head, narrowing again at the tip, and then before the sensation had completely faded, her hand returned, sliding back down, tightening and slowing as she approached the base, then bumping her other hand, sending the base of my cock and balls towards my toes as her other hand again started pulling my penis towards my head, the tension between the two directions just adding to the exquisite agony I was in.
"Hmm, this is taking a bit longer than I thought," Nurse Bennett said to Miss Henderson. But she didn't seem to be losing any interest in her work; indeed she almost seemed to be enjoying herself as she settled in to the task at hand. Her rhythms were insistent, demanding, as her firm gloved hand slid up and down my greasy shaft.
I thought Miss Henderson seemed very interested in the process as she drew quite close and her breathing seemed a little rapid. I couldn't hold out much longer, with two attractive women staring at my penis and one of them stroking it so skillfully. It was apparent Nurse Bennett was well-practiced.
Just as I felt the moment of no return approaching, the room door opened and we could hear voices. "Just a moment please," Nurse Bennett called to the new arrivals calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She pulled off her gloves and said, "Miss Henderson, will you take over from here? And when done, bathe the area." With that Nurse Bennett stepped around the curtain and walked out of the room with the others, whoever they were.
"Of course," Miss Henderson said, slipping on a new pair of nearly transparent gloves. "I think I'll try a new technique," she told me as she applied lubrication to both hands and then smoothed it out between them, making sure there was an even application of the slick, clear goo across her hands before she applied them to my shaft, grabbing as much of my meat as she could with each petite hand. She slid her hands up and down my shaft briskly and firmly, twisting in the opposite direction just slightly as she did so. One small hand was almost centered on the ridge and valley between the head and shaft, that sacred rift of holy pleasure, running the palm of her hand and her fingers back and forth and up and down. That alone could make me cum, but her other hand was running up and down the rest of cock and slamming into my sack that was drawn up tight against my crotch, sending my balls bouncing with each forceful pounding.
I tried to hold off as long as I could but when our eyes turned from my huge hard penis with her two tiny hands wrapped around it, towards each other and I saw her looking into my eyes with interest and care and concern and a desire to relieve my need, I began to lose it. The convulsions began in my testicles and rolled through my cock as if she was rubbing it rubbing from the inside as well as the outside. She quickly moved one hand above my penis to my abdomen, pushing down, keeping me from arching off the table and re-injuring myself. With the other hand she gave two or three last, long strokes as I went skyrocketing off into the air, shot after shot arching through up and onto a towel she had ready. I couldn't seem to stop coming and Miss Henderson had some trouble controlling it as my manhood jerked about, spurting not just into her towel but over my gown and bare belly and even onto the bed and I think the floor. My dick still just seemed to have a life of it's own as it spasmed over and over, shooting out load after load while my mind went crazy with pleasure, better than anything I had ever felt before. I don't see why we shouldn't get to enjoy these moments. At last the intensity started to go down and I started to come back to earth. Miss Henderson was still looking at me and the interest and concern still seemed to be there, but there was also the satisfaction that comes with a job well done.