Around 1980, shortly after I had married and about 25 yo, I was in a car wreck and though not life threatening, broke a few ribs and got cut up some. I was in the hospital for I think four days. Mostly, I was so sore I could hardly move. Seriously, I could barely move to a sitting position or stand, much less bath myself.
First night there, I really don't remember much I was in so much pain. The second night, a black nurse came in and gave me a sponge bath where she removed my gown and bathed me naked in my bed with the curtains pulled. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I do remember her saying she would leave my "privates" alone until I felt like bathing myself down there.
On the third night, weekend shift, in popped Carolyn, a lady nurse about 10 years older than me that I knew well because she was my dad's best friends wife. Carolyn was very average looking of normal weight but a little tall, but she has the softest, most soothing voice I ever heard. Kinda Marilyn Monroe like. Anyway, she said she would take special care of me due to our bond and friendship.
That night, she came in later to give me my sponge bath, and I was feeling better and well enough to be a little concerned about her seeing me naked and bathing my manly parts. Even though that was back in the days when I was pretty well endowed and could get an erection with the blow of the wind, I was nevertheless, worried about it. She was very professional the whole time, and sure enough, when it came time to wash my groin area, I became erect. I really did feel embarrassed, and apologized for my unfortunate reaction. She said not to worry, she's seen it all before, and it was a natural reaction for any man to have. After she left, I remember I did become somewhat turned on that she not only saw my hard-on, but soaped me up while talking to me in that sweet, sexy voice.
On the fourth night, my last, she came in and told me they were very busy that night, and she would take care of the other patients first so she could spent more time with me if I didn't mind. Sure, I said, not like I was going anywhere anyway. It must have been close to 10:00 before she came back, and after a short conversation about how I was feeling and other general chit-chat, she pulled the curtain to start my sponge bath. After removing my gown and getting the top and bottom half taken care of, it was time to wash up my crotch area. Same as the night before, but this time while washing my balls and soaping up my penis, I got an erection that I knew was sensitive enough that any extra friction would result in an orgasm.
I tried not to come. I really did. Despite my best efforts, she continued washing my shaft while talking in that sexy soothing voice. Nothing sexual or out of place. It didn't matter. I just couldn't hold it, and erupted in an explosion all over myself, even hitting my chin I came so hard. She told me not to worry, that was common too, and just proceeded to clean me up when I came down from my climax and embarrassment. She didn't make a big deal of it, and I always wondered if she told my dad or her husband what I did. I guess it was just one of our little secrets because I never heard anything else about it, but I'll admit, I often fantasized about that night when I masturbated alone, and especially when I would see her again I would get a woody just reliving that moment.
Now, 30+ years later, my dad is dead and so is his best friend and her ex-husband. I recently started having prostate congestion and ED problems after my divorce, and now Carolyn is retired from nursing, but is helping me overcome my new problems, but that's another story for another thread.