"Jake, Jake! Wake up Jake. Jake!"
My eyes opened and I groggily realized that my surgery was over and that I was in recovery. The nurse then told me as much, and asked me if I felt any pain. I could not respond, because my jaw was immobile. She handed me a pad and I wrote, "The fear of gagging is worse than the pain." She showed me how to use the suction device to keep my mouth and throat clear of blood and saliva. That device became my best friend for the next several days.
I gave in to the overpowering urge to sleep once I was in my private room. The nurse on duty was Eric and he took good care of me. I could feel the sting of the percodan in my IV as it made its way into my body. My wife had left me the month before so I was alone. My sister and my father came by on and off to keep me company, but I was asleep most of the time. I dreamt of the times I was still married and how much I loved my wife. I also dreamt of seeing Eric tending to me without his pants on. Maybe that was the drugs, but after all, I am bi-sexual.
I came to that realization a couple of years ago, or I should say that I finally ADMITTED it to myself. It was a bitter pill to swallow but once I faced the truth I felt much better. I could never face my wife with the truth so I allowed things to drift to the point where we both knew there was nothing left to save. I felt like a coward, but I was able to end my marriage and still keep my secret. My wife ended up with someone else. Although I went through the motions of being betrayed I knew that it was all for the best and that she was happier without me.
I can hardly remember the accident. I remember that it was very late and that the roads were slick from a light rain. I was driving through the construction zone hardly being able to see because of the truck in front of me spinning up all of the water from the roadway. Next thing I know I am spinning, then it went black. I recall feeling the cold air on my face as they rolled me from the ambulance into the hospital. I was already wrapped in ice, my jaw being broken in many places. Other than that, I only had minor cuts and abrasions. They told me I was lucky.
Now, here I was in the hospital, post-op. I could talk, but I could not move my teeth. Eric handed me a mirror and smiled, "Hey partner, take a look." I knew I was swollen, but I did not realize how bruised I was, wow.
I handed the mirror back and was able to sound out, "I really don't look like this, I promise."
Eric laughed as he placed the mirror on the table. "Jake, I saw the picture on your driver's license. I am sure you turn lots of heads when you are not all broken up." He touched my arm as he said that and it made me feel very reassured. "Well, I have rounds to make so I will check on you later, buddy." With that, he waved and was out the door.
I smiled as I remembered dreaming about him. There was no question that I was attracted to him. He was about my height, just a tad less than six feet tall and he weighed 170 or so. He had very short dark brown hair and a go-t. Surprisingly, both ears were pierced. I always thought that hospitals were very conservative in their dress code, but perhaps not. He also wore a wedding ring and he looked damned cute in his scrubs.
Eric was off the next day, but I saw him the day after. I was feeling much better, and was taking broth without assistance. I was working word puzzles that my sister had left me. Hmmm, common expressions. "Yma hte sebt anm nwi." Eric walked in and asked, "Hey Jake, good to see ya! You're looking much better. What ya working on?"
"Oh, just some word puzzles to kill time."
Eric looked down at the one in front of me and after a minute said, "That's easy, May the best man win."
I looked up at him and said, I could have got it if I had another minute.
"Yeah, right Einstein. Maybe with a little less percodan you could have done it. I am reducing the dose way down, starting today." Eric was smiling and shaking his head as he checked my IV saying, "I have done more than my share of word puzzles in my time." He chuckled and then left again.
I needed a bath, but since I was going home soon I figured I would just wait. Then it happened. One of the nurses came in to take my vitals and suggested that I bathe. She brought me a package of thick, moistened paper towels and was showing me how to use them when Eric walked back in. "How's it going, Jake? I see Gloria is terrorizing you again. Every three hours, like clockwork, ain't that right Gloria?" He smiled at her and said, "Let me take over here. Room 572 wants his blood pressure taken again." Gloria dutifully gathered her things and left.
I had to pee so I said to Eric, "Man, I am tired of using this plastic urinal. Will you walk me to the bathroom?"
"Of course, let's go!" He helped me out of the bed and untangled all of the tubes and rolled the IV alongside me as I headed for the toilet. "Do you need to sit down, or?"
"Nah, I just gotta pee." I faced the toilet and I felt a little dizzy. Eric held my arm and said, "I am right here buddy, go ahead." As I stood there I felt cold air on my ass. I realized that my gown was not tied at all and that Eric must have quite a clear view of my ass. I smiled to myself, realizing I could not have planned it any better.
Crawling back into the bed, my gown slipped upward and I could not stop it. I started to pull the covers over myself but Eric stopped me. "These will get in the way when I bathe you, man. Gloria won't be coming back.
I leaned against the pillows as Eric washed me. He started with my face and neck. "Lift your arms, Jake." I raised my arms and watched him sponge my armpits, smoothing the hairs and awakening the erogenous zones that I have there. He washed my chest, with a little extra pressure on my nipples, I am sure of it. His touch was gentle and I watched his face as he worked. He was full of concentration.
God was he cute. I started to panic as I felt the cloth washing my balls. Oh god, please don't get erect, please don't....oh no, too late. My cock sprung up at his touch for all the world to see. Well, Eric anyway. He looked at me and smiled, then ran the cloth along my erect shaft. "Jake, don't sweat it, guy. I would have the same reaction if you were giving me the bath."
I noticed that he said if "I" were giving him the bath and not "if someone" were giving him the bath. Hmmm. He had me roll over on my side. I closed my eyes at the sensation of him washing my back. He slowly ran the cloth over the globes of my ass, down in my crack and then he washed my balls again. He was taking his sweet time, I just knew it. I didn't care though...I was loving it and my cock made that quite apparent. Eric pulled me over on my back again and said, "All done." He looked down at me with a wicked smile and said, "Well, almost all done." He then used the cloth to wipe up the pre-cum that was shamelessly coating the tip of my cock.
God, I was equally embarrassed as I was turned on. Eric returned my gown and the covers to the appropriate positions and headed for the door. I called out, "Eric, thanks for the bath. That's normally Gloria's job, right?"
Eric walked back toward me and with a sly grin said, "Technically, yes. The aides report to me so if I decide to give the bath then I will do it. Trust me, I seldom want to do it."
