You've checked in to a small private hospital to take care of some minor
surgery. You've been putting it off for months, partly because you knew
there would be some discomfort involved, but mostly because you just
dreaded the indignities you envisioned. You're tempted to bolt, but
decide it has to be done, and since you're already here, you'll just
grit your teeth and endure whatever is to come. As you're unpacking your
overnight bag, you spot your chart in the end of the bed.
Hmmm... you decide to sneak a look at what they've got in store for you.
You read from the "ORDERS" page... 1. Regular Diet. (OK, you can live
with that) 2. NPO after 9PM night before surgery. (Not too bad, you'll
get dinner at least.) 3. Valium, 10 mg. IM as needed for sleep (Valium
doesn't sound bad, but that "IM" sounds suspiciously like it might
involve a needle, so you decide it won't be necessary.) OK, so far, so
good. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
You hear a noise outside your door, so you quickly put the chart down
and go back to unpacking. The door opens and in walks your private duty
nurse (you must remember to thank your Doc for suggesting that.) She
looks you in the eye and smiles... That guilty look has given you away.
Hmmm... not bad, you think... she has short dark hair and warm,
sparkling eyes, and her snug fitting starched white uniform only barely
conceals her assets. She suggests you get changed into your hospital
gown... so she can "prep" you. Hmmm... what's "prep"? You remember
seeing that on the chart but hadn't yet had a chance to read what it
might involve. She holds the gown out for you to slip into. You protest,
insisting that you'd be more comfortable in your own pajamas. She gently
insists that the gown is a hospital requirement. You mutter something
about how undignified they are, but finally realize she isn't going to
give in, so you agree. She says she'll be back in about 10 minutes to
As soon as she leaves, you decide to look at the chart again. Somehow
that word, "prep" has a very unsettling sound to it. You quickly scan
down the page... here it is: SURGICAL PREP: 1. Shave surgical site. OH
SHIT!!! You just knew you'd live to regret moving that piano for the
sweet young thing down the hall! You blush DEEPLY at the thought of your
pretty nurse SHAVING a part of you that you'd really prefer to keep as
it is! NO WAY!! What if she SLIPS?!?!?! As your eyes quickly scan the
page, the word you'd feared most LEAPS off the page: Soapsuds ENEMA! Oh
NO! NO WAY!!! The last time you had one of those, it was at the hands of
an overzealous corpsman when you were in the service and you remember it
being a most unpleasant experience! You close the chart and think
seriously about packing your clothes and getting the hell out of there
when the door opens again and your nurse comes back in. "Good, you've
changed," she says brightly. "Now hop into bed."
Her soft smile reassures you slightly, but your thoughts keep drifting
back to two words: SHAVE and ENEMA. She must notice your discomfort. She
takes your hand and squeezes it, smiling gently. "Don't be afraid. I
won't let anything hurt you." You realize that more of what you're
feeling is fear than embarrassment, but that this lady means what she
says. It will be OK. Her words might lie, but her eyes wouldn't. You try
to relax and trust her. She pats your hand again, then turns to a
covered tray. She turns back toward you and reaches for your arm. You
tense briefly then relax when you realize she just wants to take your
blood pressure. WHEW! That you can handle! She tells you to be still for
a minute while she takes it and your pulse. You gladly comply. You watch
her even breathing strain the front of her uniform as she sits on the
side of your bed. You feel a stirring in your loins that you'd do just
about anything to prevent! The LAST thing you want is to have an
erection when she pulls back the covers to begin your prep. (Quick!
Think about screwing Bella Abzug! There. That's better.)
She makes her notes on your chart, then picks up a thermometer and
shakes it down briskly. You think you'll have at least a few minutes'
reprieve while the thermometer's in your mouth, but when she tell you to
turn over on your side, you know something's going on! You watch as she
pulls on gloves and lubricates the thermometer with KY (She CAN'T want
to take it THAT WAY, can she???) When she gently places her hand on your
hip, you know she's serious about it! "Why not by mouth?" you protest!
She smiles that soft smile again and you know you're not getting out of
it, so you turn over, grudgingly. You just know every sq. inch of you is
blushing! With one hand resting lightly on your hip, she pulls back your
gown and deftly inserts the lubricated thermometer. You tense as it
probes for your anus, but relax as it smoothly slides in. It feels cold,
but not at all unpleasant, as you'd expected. In fact, you're surprised
to feel that stirring again in your cock. Since you're over on your side
where you know she can't see it, you just enjoy the sensation. She rubs
your hip and backside gently while you wait.
Mmmm... that feels nice. You still aren't sure why she took your
temperature rectally, but you're not about to complain. You didn't
realize that she was watching your reaction to it very closely. Being
private duty has it's fringe benefits. She winks and smiles as she
leaves promising to be back in a few minutes. She's already decided to
make this a pleasant experience for you. You just don't know it yet.
When she comes back, she's carrying a basin of warm water and several
fluffy white towels. Uh, oh... you know what's next. She sees that look
of anxiety on your face and tells you to just relax. She's shaved
hundreds of men and never lost one yet. Fatality isn't what worries
you... surviving it with ALL parts intact IS! Your erection from the
temperature-taking has shrunk, so you decide the only way to get through
this is to close your eyes and pretend it's a male nurse. If you THINK
about who has her hands all over your genitals, you're sunk! OK... you
clasp your hands behind your head and close your eyes. You feel your
gown being lifted to your chest, but then she places a hand on your
abdomen. No way is that the hand of a male nurse! Try Bella again.
She feels the tension in your gut and strokes you softly. "Now just
relax..." she coos softly. You know you're in trouble... your cock has
already figured out that's not Bella's voice either, and begins to
stiffen in anticipation of her touch. You hear her lathering her hands
and steel yourself for what's coming, but the first touch of her hand to
your groin brings a wave of embarrassment that makes you whimper. This
comes as no surprise to her. She reassures you that it's only natural
for you to feel aroused, and that she's not the shy type, so just relax
and enjoy it. While it doesn't make you feel a whole lot better, your
options at this point are pretty limited, so you just lie back and
accept it. She lathers your most private parts slowly and methodically.
In a different setting, you'd be LOVING this!
With your eyes closed, you can't see the way she's enjoying this ritual
too. She smiles softly as she massages the soap all over your manhood,
kneading your balls between her fingers, cupping your scrotum, stroking
your cock. While you've relaxed some, your mind keeps reminding you that
this isn't a sexual situation, so despite your cock's insistence, you
remain only half aroused. The massaging has stopped, so you know the
shaving's going to begin soon. You stay relaxed, knowing her competent
hands have done this many times before, so as long as you stay still,
you're at no risk. You don't move a muscle as she deftly whisks off all
traces of hair. Ooh! That feels STRANGE! So naked... so vulnerable!
"There, all done," she says, rinsing her hands and soaking a washcloth
in the warm water. Ringing the cloth out, she wipes the remaining soap
off you, pats you dry then pulls your gown back down and the covers back
up. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You nod, sheepishly. She knows
you enjoyed it.
She slides off the bed, picks up the basin and leaves the room. As she
goes out the door, she tells you she'll be back in a minute to give you
your enema. "My ENEMA???" That's where you draw the line! Your panicked
brain tries desperately to think of a way out of it. As you're
contemplating grabbing your pants and fleeing, (you know you wouldn't
get far, she's just down the hall) she returns, closing the door behind
her. She sees the sheer terror in your eyes and her crisp professional
look softens. She hangs the full-to-bursting bag on a hook near your
bed, then sits down beside you and takes your hand. "Have you ever had
an enema before?" she asks softly, holding your hand firmly in hers. She
knows you have and it makes her angry that someone has turned what
should be a pleasant treatment into an ordeal.
She knows that especially for a man, the sensation of warm water in the
colon, pressing on the prostate, should be at worst, a neutral
experience, and at best, one that he'll always remember with a smile
(and a hard-on.) If she can convince him to relax and trust her, this
will be the best part of his stay here. You see the softness in her
face, feel it in the warmth of her touch, and begin to trust her. After
all, you were wrong about the temperature taking and the shaving...
maybe this won't be so bad either? Besides, what other choices do you
have? She tells you to turn over on your stomach and raise your backside
up so she can insert the nozzle. Your stomach has enough butterflies to
start a garden, but you comply, first turning onto your stomach, then
shinnying up to your knees, once again exposing your much too often
You shiver slightly, half from nervousness, half in anticipation. She
rests her bare left hand on your naked buttock, while she moves her
gloved right hand to gently spread your cheeks. Before you can react,
she smoothly inserts her well-lubricated index finger deeply into your
rectum. You jump slightly... that was a little more than you'd expected,
but still, it didn't feel bad. In fact, the pressure feels surprisingly
erotic. You also take note of the fact that it hasn't felt quite the
same way when your doctor's done a rectal exam. NOT AT ALL that way,
matter of fact. Hmmm... could it be the difference is who's on the other
end of the finger? At that moment, you realize how much she's enjoying
this! You remember the slight quiver you noticed in her voice and the
flush you saw spreading across her face and neck as she told you to turn
The thought and the sensations bring your once-flagging cock to
immediate attention. She notices immediately, but keeps her finger where
it is. As she senses you relaxing and accommodating the intrusion, she
moves her finger in small circles. The pressure inside is exquisite...
so intense, it's almost painful. Her left hand is still resting on your
cheek. She uses it as a gauge to sense your tension. When she senses
that it might be arousing you too quickly, she withdraws her finger,
satisfied that you're well lubricated inside. You moan slightly. She
knows that sound well. She smiles to herself. The rest will be easy.
After allowing the cooled water in the tube to run into a pan, she lifts
the nozzle to insert it. As the nozzle touches your anus, you gasp
slightly, but she continues, smoothly inserting it deeply in you. Your
cock is throbbing as the nozzle finds its goal. She tells you to turn
onto your back and she'll start the water. Although you're slightly
embarrassed by your erection, you're really past the point of caring.
It's nothing she hasn't seen before. You turn onto your back. As you
settle in, wondering what it will feel like once the water starts
flowing, you notice her eyes are riveted on the tent that your erect
cock is making under your thin hospital gown. Your eyes meet and she
grins nervously, then blushes. She's not used to getting caught looking.
You both realize where this is going.
She opens the clamp holding the warm water back. You watch as it slides
down the tube and flows into you. The warmth and steadily mounting
pressure fill you with a lust you'd never really known before. She
studies your face and body, then moves her hand to your abdomen. On the
pretext of massaging your stomach, her hand edges closer and closer to
your groin. Almost shyly, she rests her hand on your cock, then,
abandoning her reserve, reaches under your gown and grasps it firmly and
lovingly. She can feel its power and urgency pulsing in her hand. Her
own crotch is moist with understanding of what he's feeling and her own
lust. She remembers her promise to herself that he'd remember this
fondly and decides to take whatever steps are necessary to ensure it.
Responding to her gesture, you draw your knees up, allowing her to
crouch between them, facing you. She hungrily takes your cock deep into
her mouth. The combination of the pressure in your gut and sucking on
your cock is almost more than you can stand. NEVER have you felt like
this before! She stops sucking and starts lightly flicking the crown of
your penis with her tongue. Her enjoyment is obvious. Again sensing how
close you are to coming, she backs away, but still keeps her hand on
your rigid cock. This lady knows exactly what she's doing! She looks at
the now empty bag and closes the clamp but leaves the nozzle in you. She
tells you to put your knees down, and as she gingerly mounts you, you
realize she isn't wearing any panties! The little vixen had it planned!
You almost laugh but her hot pussy sliding onto your rigid cock brings
you back to focus.
You thrust your hips to meet her cunt. She gasps in surprise and
pleasure. You feel the lips of her cunt reach out to grasp you. As she
moves up and down on your shaft, you're not sure you can hold the water
inside you, but your cock and her pussy tell you there's no stopping
now. You clench your ass around the nozzle, making you even more aware
of its presence. You have a sudden realization of how a woman must feel
to be penetrated. You thrust your cock, plunging deep in her hot cunt.
She cries out in the fury of intense orgasm, her back arches and she
stiffens. Your own cum is only a stroke or two away. You thrust again,
then feel yourself melting into the sweet oblivion that only spectacular
sex brings. You shake in each other's arms. You know that after the
stitches have healed and your dignity recovered, you'll always remember
this moment. And smile.