It was 1997 and I was attending a large state university in the south. On a Thursday in September I started feeling ill. Even though it was in the 90s outside I had a chill and couldn’t get warmed up. That night I really struggled and when my aide got there in the morning I was running a fever of 102. For fevers that high they have to admit you to a hospital. There were a few hospitals in town and I decided to be admitted in the university hospital. It really wasn’t a conscience decision; I just felt terrible and wanted to go to the closest one.
This was my second time in their emergency and it appears that the emergency room has an experienced staff. It is a real hospital so it makes sense that they’d have experienced staff in emergency, not a bunch of students. I showed up on a stretcher in just my underwear so there’s no need for undressing at this point. I was pretty sure I had a urinary tract infection (UTI) as that is rather common for us. They confirmed it and informed me that I’d need an antibiotic by IV so I’d be staying in the hospital for a few days.
Before going further I should explain something. I have what’s known as a suprapubic catheter. It’s a catheter that is inserted just above the pubic bone directly into the bladder. It was a very common procedure done to quads at my rehab hospital to make life easier. Being that it’s only about an inch or so above the penis, you have to be shaved for the surgery and keep the hair very short thereafter. I would have the whole area shaved, save for a little Hitler mustache above me penis, every once in a while and let it grow back some until it’d get shaved again. It just so happened that I had it shaved earlier that week.
Back to the experience. I don’t remember how I ended up in the general issue birthday suit and gown, but I did. I was then taken up to the 4th floor were I’d spend 4 days receiving fluids and antibiotics by IV. The first noticeable change from the ER was the nurses. I went from 30 and 40 something’s to girls my age, early 20s. The very first one that visits me is a beautiful curly haired blonde, unbelievably cute! She takes my temp and blood pressure and grabs me some water. I saw a lot of her that 1st day because my temp was still high so she had to keep checking on me. We developed a good report, even flirted a bit, but no nude situations, which was my preference at the time.
Saturday was pretty mundane. I laid in bed watching college football while a number of average to well above average nurses came in and out. I was really surprised that there were no ugly girls around. It’s not uncommon to have nurses that outweigh you in regular hospitals, but the young girls here were in good shape. The only CFNM that day involved a possible ass flash while they helped me turn in bed. Nothing to write home about.
Once Sunday came around I was in need of a shower. Apparently the staff thought that’d be a good idea also. At about 10 AM they sent 2 girls in with a bucket, soap, shampoo and washcloths. The first girl was a chunky black girl, probably around 30. The other girl looked very young, high school, but I figured she must be at least 18 to be sent on this task. She had a pretty good face, not like some of the knockouts I had been seeing, but her body was killer. She was obviously in some type of training and the other girl was the supervisor. Now if it had just been the older black girl I would’ve been fine with the bed bath, but at that time I was a bit uncomfortable with the young girl. The thing was, besides her age, I’m more of a grower than a show-er and didn’t really want her to see that. On top of that I have this rare catheter and I’m shaved, and I’m not sure how common that is in 1997. I needed an excuse. I told them I’d need my own face soap from my dorm and that my aide would have to get it. So they left and I gave my aide a call. She said she’d bring it about 3:30. This was perfect, I’d get my much wanted bath and it’d get done after the 3:30 shift change and the young girl would be gone.
At about 3:15 my aide showed up with the soap. I let the nurses’ station know and they said they’d send a crew after the shift change, about 3:45. So I laid there in nervous anticipation, and boy was I nervous. I was glad that the young girl was gone but so was the other girl, so who knew what I’d get next? Right on schedule I hear a young voice, “Knock, knock”. In walks the two and I immediately notice the 2nd girl; it’s the young girl again! I let out a shocked, “Oh! You’re still here?” The other girl immediately went to fill up the bucket with water, so I chat with the young girl for a minute. She says she’s just out of high school and just started at the local community college. She’s going into nursing and volunteers at the hospital for 12 hours each Sunday, hoping it will help her resume for getting into the 4 year school I attend. This was her 2nd day.
So now I have no choice but to go through with this, and I’m nearly sick from nerves. The other girl returns and now I want to vomit. I hadn’t really noticed her because she was in and out so quickly. She was nearly as hot as my Friday nurse. A gorgeous face, long wavy blonde hair and a southern accent. She looked to be thin and had a small chest, but her ass was great. She later said she was a 22 year old student in her final semester.
They start by laying the bed flat and wash my hair and face. If it weren’t for my nerves this would’ve been great. After that they raise the head of the bed and lower the gown to my waist, carefully negotiating the IV cords. They both thoroughly wash my torso and help me lean forward to get my back. I know what’s coming next so I try stalling a little longer. I have them towel me off so I don’t catch a chill and try to figure my next move.
Well I came up with nothing. The 18 year old took the washcloths to the bucket of water while the 22 year old reached for the gown. This was the moment I dreaded…
To be continued… (Click here for Part 2)
(STORY BY: C5)
