Adult Stories

Chapter 1

The smell of antiseptic and other foul smells wafted through the hospital ward as Archie Younger added to the mix, by sending a stream of cum into the air.

Grabbing some tissues he cleaned up and tossed the sodden bits of paper into the small trash can already containing two apple cores and wrappings off two candy bars.

Archie had been re-admitted to hospital to have his broken leg re-set after it had been discovered that the two lengths of fractured tibia had slipped out of alignment and were not knitting correctly.

That was the usual hospital incompetence, the x-ray technician had sighed, adding that the fracture should have been plated and screwed, as it now was – the new surgeon saying, “Son, you have my assurance your bone is now straight as an arrow.”

The two nurses had tittered and Archie had been thinking of one of them – Nurse Sue Roberts – when wanking a few minutes ago. Sue had told him the previous day before going off duty that she’d give him a bed bath in the morning and Archie had thoughtfully jacked off to avoid getting a boner when the why young nurse was washing his balls.

However, he needed have bothered, although a good wank was never a bother.

Nurse Roberts bounced in to his private room, bursting with exuberance and asking, “How are we this morning?”

Archie didn’t need to look around, knowing that although she’d used the word ‘we’, he was the only other person in the room.

“We are bored. We haven’t had a good lay in almost a week”

Nurse Roberts who was just eighteen, turned scarlet and turned about to try to hide her embarrassment, presenting Archie with a cute little ass that made his dick take an interest.

“I’ll go and get my trolley,” she mumbled, hurrying from the room.

Returning with the trolley Nurse Roberts pushed it alongside the bed. Archie looked at the bowl of warming water, sponge, container of liquid soap and two stiff towels, most unlike the towels his mother provided at home.

“Why can’t I go and have a shower?” he whined.

“It’s because your leg must be kept up to minimise the risk of clotting. Providing nothing untoward occurs you’ll be able to shower tomorrow.”

“Oh lock the door please.”

“No I’m not allowed to remain in a locked room with a patient by myself.”

“Why?”

“You know?”

“No.”

“Well…oh all right, I’ll lock the door but we must get this job ablution completed quickly. I’ll be disciplined if I’m found out.”

Archie leered at her: “Don’t you like living dangerous Bess?”

“No of course not.”

“I do.”

“Yes and look where that got you – in hospital with a broken leg and back again for remedial surgery. Now please sponge yourself and I’ll attend to places that you can’t reach, such as the toes of your broken leg.”

Archie pulled off his tee-shirt without responding, and began sponging himself, taking great care to display his muscular abdomen without looking at Nurse Roberts, but feeling her eyes on him. Pushing his fists together he tightened his arm muscles and detected a muted gasp.

Tossing the sponge into the basin, he dried himself, lay back and said: “I’m exhausted, could you please wash my cock – take care with my balls as they’re a bit sensitive this morning.”

Nurse Robert gasped, so Archie looked at her and grinned. Her face was beetroot red.

“Haven’t you had a man’s cock in your hands before,” frowned the good-looking twenty-two year old.

Nurse Roberts head shook emphatically and she looked at the door longingly.

“Well, it’s about time you did. No use you going into advanced practical training a virgin, um, I mean without having handled a, um, penis, don’t you think?”

Nurse Roberts looked at him dumbly.

“I’m prepared to be your guinea pig Bess. “Let’s conduct this as a professional exercise.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked nervously.

“Throw aside my blankets, slide the small rubber sheet you have on the bottom of your trolley under my um butt, and then gently wash my penis and testicles, the insides of my legs and up my crack as far as you can get. No need to use those rubber gloves – I’m clean of all nasties.”

Archie lifted up as Nurse Roberts pushed the rubber sheet under him, hurting his leg but what the hell? The smell of her was intoxicating, and that wasn’t even her womanly smells from lower down.

“What do you think?”

Nurse Roberts looked at the half-limp dick, still somewhat reddened from its earlier pounding.

“It’s big, much larger than my brother’s”

“What, you play with his?”

She blushed, but turned only a light pink.

“Not since we were kids.”

“Right Nurse Roberts let’s pretend that I am Doctor Younger. Please take it into your hand and describe your impressions.”

“It’s warm, throbbing a little. It’s growing a little bigger and it feels a little sticky.”

“Um yes and a little wash will fix that.”

“Now comes my testicles, pun intended. Place your hand under them as if you were weighing them and also finger them to assess their size.”

“Oh Mr Younger – I mean Doctor Younger. Look at it! You are amid having an erection.”

“Good-good nurse. Just hold on to it and watch. What do you think?”

“It’s awesome!”

Archie took a quick look at her left breast, which was virtually only a long tongue distance from him; but her uniform was too ill-fitting to allow him to see if her nipples had stiffened. Just as he was wondering whether to drop a hand down to test whether there was a wet spot spreading on her knickers, the door rattled.

“Bess, Bess. You’ve locked the door. The ward manager if making her rounds and is only two rooms away.”

“Right thanks Bess. I’m coming.”

Archie grinned, although quite sure she had not said she was cumming.

“Unlock the door and go – I’ll wash my tackle. We’ll continue the training later.

“Right,” she replied, almost with enthusiasm. “I have read on your chart I’m to take you to the shower in a wheelchair in the morning along with Nurse Smith.”

“You can get rid of her I hope.”

“I’ll try, and it shouldn’t be a problem. She’s been at me to get experience.”

“What kind of experience Bess?” Archie asked lightly.

Nurse Roberts turned scarlet.