A Gentle Touch for my Patient (Chapter 4) Tags: Interracial/High School (Cross-posted in both) By Krisje
[This story is a work of fiction and contains details of an inappropriate nurse/patient romance including sexually explicit scenes involving a minor. This did not happen. Do not do this in real life if you are in a position of power over a vulnerable person.]
(The medical TMI and gross out warning continues here.)
Chapter 4
With the baking soda and lemon trick, it was surprisingly easy to remove the vomit stain. I'd just wet it lightly with cool water, rubbed the soda into it, then added the lemon juice. It fizzed all over, and once that cleared up, there was no more stain. I smiled at a job well done. And without damaging the autographed tag as well. The one problem was that the blanket now smelled strongly of baking soda and lemon instead of his sweat. If the smell bothered him, there was probably some other ancient remedy Alexa could deliver if he asked her.
I hung it up to dry and gathered up his load of clean bedding, warm and fresh-smelling from the dryer. There was a loud thump upstairs. I froze, listening intently. My God, did he seriously get up and do something again without help?
At the top of the steps, I'd noticed it had started to downpour outside. There were supposed to be storms for the next two days. Wasn't like we'd be going anywhere anyway with his condition.
"Calvin?" I called with an accusatory tone, carrying the laundry basket toward the living room where I'd left him.
"Don't come in..." he said with a long groan. I dropped the laundry basket and ran to him.
Calvin was leaning up against the couch with his elbows up on it as though trying to pull himself that way, only his face was scrunched up in obvious pain. He had fallen down. The wastebasket was on its side and halfway across the room...and smelled strongly of shit.
"No.... No..." he said as I bent down to help him up. He slurred, "You weren't supposed to see me like this, sensei."
"Did you fall? Where does it hurt?" I lifted him up to try to get him on the couch.
He yelled. "No! No! Not there!" He threw his weight down to make me drop him to the floor and then winced in pain again.
"Where does it hurt?" I said, holding him as he began to cry. With the smell of shit in the air, I had a strong suspicion of what he had tried to do.
"You can quit now... I did the opposite...the total opposite of what you said."
"I'm not going to. Just tell me!"
"I fell on my ass," he whispered. "Please don't look at it. Just a flesh wound. Just a bruise."
"What were you doing?" I asked, lightly admonishing him.
He sniffled and said, "You don't wanna know."
He kept eyeing the fallen wastebasket very suspiciously. I got up from him and picked it up.
"Bennnn!," he whined. "Don't...."
He had deposited a sizeable log in there.
"What the fuck?!" I said. "Why didn't you go to the toilet?"
"I'm sorry... I didn't want to... didn't want to poop in front of you..." This made no sense. Instead of walking there and leaving it behind in the normal place, he'd pooped in the garbage where I'd have to find it...? And he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, cowering away from me. I wanted to admonish him more and tell him he was being gross for no reason, but he seemed to have that idea of himself already. Sighing, I took it into the kitchen and removed the garbage bag, tying it up, and threw it away, then washed my hands clean. I'd been very lax on gloves dealing with body fluids, I realized.
"Ben... I had a good idea I wanted to try..." He still wasn't looking at me. "I was gonna wipe on the edge of the waste basket where the bag was... So you wouldn't have to see me go at all..." That...actually made more sense. And then he fell. I took deep breaths. He was trying to deal with having two unusable arms in his own way, not being gross for the sake of it. The poop in the wastebasket wasn't a prank or laziness; it was him trying to improvise. He was embarrassed to accept my help with such a private thing.
"It's okay, It's okay," I said. I leaned down in front of him, putting my hands on his shoulders. He looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up now."
He grimaced. "I'm so gross and nasty and sick and weird..." And he wasn't wrong. To add to the lingering odor of sweat and vomit, he now smelled like shit as well. Probably wasn't able to actually wipe himself much before he fell over.
"Don't you want to get clean then?"
He leaned against me to slowly stand up, obviously nervous about the whole ordeal. I was going to make it as comfortable and professional as possible.
"How do you want to do it?" he asked.
After taking off my tank top and donning a pair of latex gloves, I put a plastic cover over his bed and had him lie down on his side, opting to do his backside first to get it clean, which I guessed was the most humilating thing for him. His poo episode had killed my boner to the point where his squeezable dark cheeks just looked like a normal body to me, just like the older people I did this for during my certification. He moved to his stomach as much as he could with his casts and spread his legs to give me room without being asked. I brought the big brown sponge through his crack, scrubbing vigorously to get it all off, my hands protected with the gloves. He stayed silent as I washed this intimate area and had a worried look plastered on his face. He wasn't getting aroused from this either. I wanted to reassure him this was part of the job, but I'd already repeated myself on that point many times.
When his butt was clean, he seemed to relax a lot more, and I grabbed a new giant yellow sponge and changed the water to work on his back.
"Ben, ehh...am I being too weird with you?" he asked all of the sudden.
"Nah. It's just... Nah," I said, beginning to soap up between his shoulder blades. He tensed lightly beneath my touch.
"I'm not gay or nothing," he said. "No homo..."
"I wouldn't care if you were."
He didn't respond but looked uncomfortable.
"I'm a male nurse. What fucks do you think I give about gender roles and all that?"
He said, "Oh... Yeah... I-I'm sorry about earlier. I got a little too excited someone is here who cares about me, you know?"
"That's okay. It's normal." I impulsively gave his clean ass cheek a rub to let him know it was all right. He exhaled deeply and shifted around. My boner jumped up in my shorts. I gently gave it a little pinch before guiltily pulling my hand away and continuing to wash his lower back. There was a bandage on his inner thigh I needed to change. I blushed just thinking about going down there. As I continued sponging him, Calvin was breathing raggedly, and I could tell he was starting to get aroused again.
He finally said, "You're a g-...you're a great nurse, B-ben." I ran my gloved hand over the goosebumps on his left thigh, and he lightly moaned.
"And you're a great guy, Calvin." The part of my brain that wanted to be professional was about to follow that up with an explanation on caregiver ethics and why I couldn't do weird stuff like kiss cheeks. But I was thinking with my dick and couldn't reject it. Couldn't reject him. I wanted to leave the door open. My boner was straining. Besides, if I'd thrown the rulebook at him, he might have taken it personally, like I'd said I didn't trust him not to report me.
"I...I like you, Ben...I like you..." He went silent, closing his eyes and blushing with a grin. He shifted his crotch awkwardly to press his growing wood against the bed as I washed his right leg. He playfully kicked at me and wiggled his toes as I worked. I picked up his foot with one hand and gave his pale-skinned sole a short massage before dropping it again. "Yeah..." he whispered as I rubbed both thumbs into it, his toes flexing in and out to show their approval. I washed and dried the bottom of his foot and then kissed it. He laughed at me and brought his knees together and legs up so I could work on the other one.
"Have you ever had sex before?" asked Calvin.
I laughed out loud. "Where did that come from?!"
"Jus...just wondering..." he slurred, collapsing into a giggle fit as I scrubbed his sensitive foot.
"No," I said. I was about to turn the question back on him but stopped. He got quiet for a while and then bashfully giggled some more.
"I haven't either. I don't think I want to."
"Well, well, that's your call," I said, remembering I was his nurse and resisting the urge to ask him why not.
He trapped my hand between both his feet after I had finished washing. "Can this footie get a little kiss too?"
My heart fluttering, I brought my lips to it and pressed down for much longer, running my tongue through it to get a small taste as I massaged his other foot between my finger and thumb at the same time. "Hits the spot..." he sighed.
I carefully removed the bandage in his inner thigh and saw a stitched up gash. As I cleaned the wound and rubbed cream on it, he kept shifting back and forth making it hard for me. I'd already known, but had now seen up close. He was extremely hard and pressing against the bed. And in a few minutes, he'd be turning over for me. My cock was at full mast and tenting way out. I put a fresh bandage on him with trembling hands and then rubbed his goosebump covered ass cheek as he continued to exhale in ragged breaths.
"Ready for your other side?" I asked.
"I-I'm..." he said. "I'm sorry..."
"It's normal. Don't worry."
He turned over on his back, freeing his monster from its den. It was fully hard with a dribble of precum falling out of it in a thin strand. "Sorry..." he slurrred again. I hadn't seen many penises before in person, and those that I had were of men who were very old or very young. I was frozen in both awe and terror. His 9 inch monster had grown and thickened even more and pointed straight up and to the left. It looked almost as thick as my clenched fist. My own cock throbbed, begging me to feel it just a little, but, in all honesty, I was scared of the thing. I was a virgin and couldn't imagine it fitting anywhere inside me. But it was a god to behold, like the statue of David, and I had the urge to bow to it and worship it. His huge dick, and it was this hard all for me. Calvin grinned at me, knowing what I was looking at and flexed it intentionally. "Sorry," he said again.
I decided to punish him by washing his hair and face first, which both needed it badly, and changing his bandages. By the time I'd finished, both our hardness had gone down a bit. I could feel mine had ejected a large gob of precum into my underwear that kept me excited. In silence, I kept up the sponge bath and bandage change. Calvin had his eyes closed, lightly smiling at my gentle touch, moaning audibly as I went over his hard nipples.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked when I was working on his tummy. . When I nodded in the affirmative, he seemed to take it back in embarrassment. "Just...just wondering. D-down there, d-do you..." he stopped. I guessed he was referring to his private part.
"Do I what?" I whispered, touching his bare skin to let him know it was okay to talk about.
"Do you like touch yourself there?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"Like, a lot?"
"Sometimes."
"I...I used to...every day... It gets so achey now... my balls..." he said. It had been about a week since the accident. He might not have had a wet dream. "Sorry I get so hard. Not trying to be weird with you or nothing..."
"It's okay. I'm a nurse. We deal with much worse than seeing that."
"Look... When you giving it a bath, can you... can you just... wash it a bit more...?"
Like a switch was flipped, my heart immediately began racing again, and my dick rapidly began to harden.
"I...I...," I said. "I don't...don't want to l-lose my job..."
"What my Ma don't know don't hurt her, c'mon..." he groaned, squirming around. His monster, which had deflating, was pumping up and up again like mine. "No homo, dude... Serious, no homo... It's been so long... so long without release. Pleeeeeeeeeaassee, Ben..."
I took a few deep breaths and wordlessly extended a gloveless hand toward his crotch. "Oh, Ben...," he said, sighing in relief as he spread his knees wide and bent them, giving me full access. His eyes were closed, and his breath had gotten calmer, but he seemed even harder than before with a completely moist and dripping cock head. "D-do whatever. Just empty it. Empty...empty the tank. Empty the tank..."
His legs were trembling hard. I'd never jerked someone off before and didn't know how to begin. I brought my hand to his sac first, feeling the weight of his balls on my palm. It felt so weird and unlike I'd expected to feel another guy's balls. I gently kneaded them around. They didn't feel super heavy, but then again, that wasn't where the semen was stored...
"Ah-h-h-h.." He shifted around his legs as I played with his scrotum. From his moan and body language, it seemed like he might get off just from this stimulation. "They're full...," he breathed in between moans. "They're so full..." His face was scrunched up and darkening. His legs, which were already trembling, began full on shaking, his breaths getting shorter. His monster flexed up and down on its own. Seeing him so close to the brink was bringing me there as well.
A mischievious idea came to my head.
"Hey Calvin, that...that problem you told me about... There's something in the medical profession we do to alleviate it."
"D-do whatever... Gonna... Gonna blow soon..." He squirmed as though trying to get over the last hill with just his muscles after I let his nuts fall back.
"I'm going to stimulate your prostate. It'll clear it all out fast."
"Y-you mean my... my ass...?!" He seemed shocked but not opposed to it.
I lubed up a finger with excess gel that fell to the plastic cover beneath him. "Yeah!" I said. I rubbed his butthole with my fingertip, lubing it up. He began making high pitched moans, each one accompanied with his hole bearing down to give me access inside.
He leaned back further and brought his legs up as high as he could, unable to hold them up with his casted hands.
He squealed, shaking against me. "D-do it...do it...d-do it..." I had lubed up his canal as far as my fingertip and pushed it in and out. He moaned loudly, greedily trying to squeeze his cheeks together to hold it in. "P-please...do it...shove it...shove it in...now...now" I lubed up my entire finger, showing it to him pointing up at the ceiling, knowing this was the death blow to his week long load. He laughed out loud so hard he coughed.
I rammed it in upside down. It slid in with no resistance. I bent my finger to hit his prostate dead on. His whole body clenched up in response and shook. "Ohhhhhh!" he moaned loudly in a high voice. "Beeeeen! Beeeennnnn!" My own load burst in my shorts hands free before his came, filling me with waves of intense pleasure. I moved my finger around to dance on his prostate as it and his anal canal began rapidly contracting with force. "Ahhh! Ahhh!" he yelled, erupting all over his chest and tummy in spurt after spurt, his full tank that was causing him anguish finally being released.
With him finally spent, I pulled my finger back out. He winced as I went through his now tight anus from the other side. He was lying there spent, eye closed with a look of pure bliss on his face despite all his pain and injuries.
I put my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat, then leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. He tasted faintly of the lavender soap I had used on it.
"Oh my God, Ben," he said. "You're the best! That felt sooo....sooo... It was never that good before with my hand, not by a mile..." He looked me deep in the eyes. "Y-you're a keeper." I kissed him again on the cheek and he blubbered softly on whatever else he was going to say.
"You're so cute. I came too just from doing you."
"Tha-that's.... you're super hot... When-when I heal, I want to go on a date with you."
My heart fluttered from the sudden confession, and I found myself lost for words in a pleasant way. And this was from the same guy who was all like, "No homo" earlier. I was newly discovered bi, and he was some form of queer and also coming to accept it. That he was comfortable enough with me to brazenly ask me out like that brought my elation to a new level. I felt something special forming between us and didn't to take my hands off him.
"Calvin..." I said warmly, caressing his chest. Then I tossed the last bit of professionalism I had out the window. "I...I'd love to! I'd love to go out with you!"
I brought my trembling lips down, holding his cheeks tenderly, and we shared our first deep, passionate, mind-blowing kiss.