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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. There’s no doubt in my mind that my catheter alone is going to draw extra attention to my genitals, and I have no idea what they are going to think about my size and manscaping. The 22 year old grabs the gown and totally removes it, the moment of truth. I look down and am pleasantly surprised by what I see, I look pretty hung. I’ve since realized that my tighty whities greatly contribute to my shrinkage. When I’m commando with just a sheet or gown covering me my boys really like to stretch out, sort of like being in a warm shower.
Now I’m actually feeling a lot better about my predicament. I’m still embarrassed being naked in front of 2 women near my age and I’m not sure what they think about my shaving, but at least it looks pretty impressive flaccid. I can tell there’s a bit of tension now in the room and it gets quiet. I get the feeling that the 2 girls feel a little bit embarrassed because I might be embarrassed. To break the tension I say, “Well here I am.” The two giggle and the tension dissipates. As the two start on my lower legs I notice them taking peaks at my genital area. I thought it was a bit odd to take the gown off to do my legs, but didn’t really mind now. The two worked their way up to my thighs, soaping and rinsing off. Running out of “safe” areas to wash, the 22 year old is the first to touch a private area. She reaches between my legs and lifts my scrotum to wash underneath it. This made my legs spasm and both my heels came towards my ass, sort of “Indian style”. Holding my scrotum in her left hand and washcloth in her right she looks at me and asks, “Did I hurt you?” Something about a nurse looking at your face with your manhood in her hand is really hot. “No” I replied, “They just jump sometimes.”
As the nurse continues with my sack the young girl is just staring at my midsection while drying off my thigh. The spasm has left me rather spread eagle and, as spasms often do, my flaccid penis begins to grow. Now this has me very embarrassed. I was quite happy looking large flaccid because the girls could only guess how big it might get and I’d rather they didn’t know. Now they were going to see and I rather doubt either knew that I can’t control erections. So as the nurse works around my scrotum, Mr. Happy comes from pointing down at the bed to laying on my stomach. Both are obviously taking a good look at fluid mechanics in action. I think they were rather shocked at what they were seeing.
After witnessing the miracles of the male erection I think the nurse detected my embarrassment. She told the young girl to go get a change of sheets and a clean gown for me. She then grabbed my shaft with her left hand and began washing it. Looking back on this it is real hot, but it was rather nerve racking at the time. She starts soaping me up almost like she’s jacking me off, with the washcloth wrapped around my shaft in her hand. This sets off a couple more spasms that startle her. She does the same to rinse the soap off.
Now she has to clean around my catheter, which my erection lays on top of. She rinses off her washcloth and soaps it up while carrying on a conversation and taking peeks at my midsection. These conversations are always funny and meaningless, an attempt to pretend that we aren’t aware that one of us are nude. She comes around to the left side of my bed and lifts my rock hard cock off of the catheter with her left hand. She starts soaping up my Hitler mustache and the shaved area when I hear the footsteps of the young girl returning. She slips between the curtains and I notice it’s not the young girl but the nurse from Friday! We both let out a surprised “Oh!”
I couldn’t be more embarrassed. I really didn’t want this hot chick seeing me nude, now I’m nude with a hard-on in the hand of another nurse while she washed the base of my penis. Visualize that for a second. The Friday nurse took it in stride like nothing was happening. She was there to take my vitals as is down on every shift change. I figured she’d excuse herself until we were done, but she went right ahead with her work. So while taking my temp a blood pressure I notice she seems to take a bit of an interest in the other nurse’s work; whose now finished soaping me up and is washing the soap off. As she takes the blood pressure cuff off the young girl slips between the curtains with the gown and sheets.
So now I’m laying spread eagle with a hard-on and three girls standing around me. The Friday nurse says she’s never seen a suprapubic catheter before and asks if she can see the area and check the surrounding skin. “Sure” I say, what the hell, she’s seen everything anyway. She walks to the middle of the bed and asks the other nurse with gloves on to pick up my penis so she can see the area. I guess her not grabbing it herself saved me a little dignity. So one nurse is holding my dick and the 2 other girls are getting a good look at my shaved pubic region. After a good 10 second look she says bye and leaves me in the care of the other 2.
The final stage of my bath was getting my backside washed and sheets changed. All this manipulation of my dick still had it fully hard and this rolling wasn’t going to change that. They have me roll towards the young girl so the nurse can wash my backside and change the sheets. So the girl leans over my woody to grab my hip while the nurse gives me a shove up to my side. I’m now facing the girl with my dick pointed right at her and she doesn’t mind checking it out. At this point I don’t even care anymore. After a good minute or 2 they roll me all the way to the other side to finish the sheet change. Fifteen seconds or so later I’m back on my back, penis as hard as ever. The nurse takes the bucket and lets the volunteer girl put the gown on me.
And that’s where the story ends. She unfolds the gown and lays the top on my chest. She takes the bottom and tosses it towards my feet, which of course gets snagged on my woody. She embarrassingly picks the fabric up off of it and brings it down to my knees, pitching a tent. She helps my arms in and covers me with a sheet and both girls say bye. I never saw the nurse again, but the young girl helped me with dinner later that evening, never mentioning our earlier encounter…
(STORY BY: C5)
