Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 22:41:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Playing With Fire, chapter 3 (re-release)

Chapter 3  Prom Party Disaster     by Boris Chen


I started my third year at the burn center. I still really love my job and
my patients are usually really great people, thankful for my close
attention and excellent care.

It was my first of three nights in a row and I only had one patient, a post
surgical guy who had a hernia repair in his belly button area. Not much
going on really. He would go home tomorrow. They only admitted him because
of his bad medical history and old age, he was 86.

I got a call from bed control that I was getting a burn patient, a nineteen
year old male who was burned on both legs at a prom party where some joker
accidentally set the hotel bed on fire. He was a high schooler from
Evanston and was due in about one hour.

They arrived from the university hospital. He was really doped-up and came
with parents and two friends, two boys. The boys were in tuxedos, the
parents in street clothes, the patient in a hospital gown but his legs
wrapped in gauze from the above knees down.

I looked at his chart. He was drunk and emotional but cooperative. He was
healthy as can be, only had first and second degree burns and would see the
burn doc in the morning then maybe go home in a day or two.

I got them settled and the friends convinced there was nothing going on
tonight that they should go home and come back tomorrow afternoon. The
father stayed everyone else left. I got my patient moved into our bed and
his belongings packed into the closet in the room.

Seems he was asleep in a hotel room at a post-prom party with a keg of beer
and some dope. He said he never smoked any but his urine drug screen was
positive for cannabis. His blood-alcohol was .201 which was pretty drunk
for a nineteen year old.

So some loser kid was smoking a joint sitting on the foot of the bed then
passed out and set the bed on fire which caused the burns and the fool that
started it ran out of the room when the bed caught fire. My patient had 1st
and 2nd degree burns to both legs below the knees and above the ankles, he
was treated for smoke inhalation in the ER then cleared to go to burns
where he became my patient.

I listened to his lungs, then pulled up his gown to look at the listen to
his heart and lungs checking out his stomach and chest in the process. He
looked great, like he'd been lifting weights for a couple of years. The kid
was too freaked out to know what I was doing.

He still had on his underwear so I left those on and never un-wrapped his
legs, but checked his toes and feet both had good circulation so all was
good with this kid. I replaced his gown covering up his body and went to
chart some. His dad went to the lounge and promptly fell asleep on the
sofa.

By 2am my elderly surgery patient got up to use the toilet then back to
bed. I went into the kid's room, he was sound asleep but had a nice boner
growing under his superman undies. I lifted his gown to look at his belly
and watch him breathe. His stomach had a faint 6-pack and a super sexy
belly with no signs of hair anywhere. He mumbled something and turned his
head a little but stayed sleeping.

I inspected his chest again listening with my stethoscope to his lung
sounds since he did inhale smoke. At the same time I checked out his small
but pointy nipples, nice pinkish red nips that just begged to be
sucked. Nice oval tits about the size of a nickel coin.

I moved my scope so it was right next to his tits, one at a time so I could
let my fingertips hold the scope down and also press gently on his nipples
in the process. I got away with this one all the time really. All was cool
as long as I didn't get a boner doing it, but it gave me good jack-off
pictures to recall at home later on.

While I was listening to his breathing he moved a bit, I looked up at his
face to see his eyes open. I finished listening to his sounds, I could
still smell alcohol on his breath. Jason, my patient, said he needed to pee
really bad. I told him he needed to use the urinal since he wasn't allowed
to get out of bed. He said he didn't care.

I grabbed one from the cabinet and moved next to the bed and asked him if
he wanted me to do it or if he was sober enough, he slurred his words and
told me to do it. So I pulled down his superman undies in front releasing
what looked like a semi-hard five inch boner with all the hair shaved
off. I tried to aim him down towards his knees like most people do, but he
winced in pain, so I went above instead. With gloved hands I placed the
urinal on his flat stomach and placed his semi hard boner inside and told
him to pee. While I was waiting he flinched causing his dick to pop out of
the empty urinal so I had to put everything back again and told him to
pee. Same thing again happened so I held his dick and told him to pee.

It took him about two awkward minutes but he finally started to pee. He
almost filled the urinal!

I had to dump it right away so it didn't fall over anywhere. I went back to
my patient and carefully used a couple of baby wipes to clean along side
his nut sack and around his dick and the shaft since he dribbled a little
afterwards. Then put it back under his undies and covered it up. He now
looked fully erect too. Guess he liked my work.

About thirty minutes later he pressed the call button, he needed to pee
again. This is typical of the ER, they tend to dump lots of saline into
drunks to help them sober up a bit faster.

In time he was fully hard with the head of his dick out of his undies. So
like last time with the urinal on his stomach I placed his boner inside the
urinal and held him there and told him to pee, which he did. When he looked
finished pissing I dumped the urinal then saw him dribble some pee onto his
stomach. And again like last time I used baby wipes to clean up his pee
mess and this time I used gauze to clean out his shallow but wide inny
belly button. Now I think he had pre-cum coming from the head of his dick,
which was still hard.

J: "Sorry about the boner dude."

B: "Not a problem, we see 'em all the time up here. Was it the belly button
cleaning that got you dripping or what?"

J: "Yep, anyone that touches that makes me hot." And with that he slipped
his right hand down into his underwear and started stroking himself slowly.

I had rolled the laptop computer into the room to chart vitals off the
monitor and inspect his burns, so I stood there charting on the portable
while he slowly pleasured his boner. It didn't take long when he started to
pant and moan a bit then he spunked out onto his stomach, filling his belly
button again and making a puddle around the head of his dick and on the
side of his hand and thumb.

Being the decent person I am I grabbed some gauze 4x4 pads and started
cleaning his belly button out and catching the dribbles running down his
sides heading for the sheets. He wiped the cum off his hand on his upper
stomach and laid his arm back by his side. I took some baby wipes and
carefully cleaned it all up off his belly and around his dick, then gently
took his dick by the head lifting it off his stomach and wiping all the cum
off his shaft and the skin beneath it. He laid there watching with a
relaxed smile. I put it back in his undies and pulled the blanket over then
started taking off the gauze from his legs to inspect the ER's work.

By 5:45am I had my work done and charting caught up. He was asleep, so was
his dad in the lounge. My surgery patient was up and asking about breakfast
and the early day crew people were starting to appear in the hallways.

The next night my nineteen year old guy was still there. His parents had
gone home. There was a cute young girl in the room with him stretched out
in the recliner in the room. She had a tiny top and skin tight jeans on.

Around 11pm I noticed on the heart monitor that the kids heart rate was way
up for someone that should be asleep or quietly watching TV so I went to
investigate.

She was laying on the bed with him under the sheet. It looked like she was
jerking him off under the sheets so I went in, which pretty much ruined
their party. She flew off the bed, still fully clothed and said she needed
to go home, grabbed her coat off the recliner and flew out the burn
unit. He was laying there smiling in all his glory, naked from the waist
up, dick laying on his stomach like last night. I thought that it was odd
but this boy really seems to like to show off his boner since he made no
effort to put it away for her or when I came in the room.

B: "You need to finish up then?" I said nodding towards his dick laying out
on display on his stomach.

J: "Yep, every day!"

B: "Well go ahead and finish, I'll watch the door for you."

He grabbed himself and just like last night shot a load onto his stomach
then left it there for me to clean up. While he was watching I put on a
pair of blue gloves and ran my finger into the puddle of cum in his belly
button then poked it in my mouth and nodded approval. J: "Everyone likes
the flavor." He offered showing no interest in interrupting my cleaning
work.

I cleaned his belly like last night with special attention to cleaning out
his belly button and the shaft of his dick then putting it carefully
away. He smiled and said thanks then turned on his side and went to sleep.

 On my third night he was gone home. But in all honesty I doubt I'll ever
forget the taste of his cum, first time I had sweet tasting, almost sugary
cum. He has a little bitter aftertaste but the first impression is one of
sweetness and kinda watery too. His was almost like water based sex lube
with sugar in it.

I love my job sometimes.

A week later I was starting my short but intense work week. Unlike working
an eight hour day, working twelve hours leaves you with no time except to
go home, shower, go to bed, get up, eat, shower, and head back for
work. This was a problem I had to deal with in relationships, all of
them. This is one more reason why medical people tend to look for
relationships with other medical people because the twelve hour shift is
very common across our industry.

I arrived at work on Thursday evening. The place was a mad house. We had a
waiting room full of people. We had four patients, two were just simple
post surgical patients, one to be discharged before midnight, the other
tomorrow morning. They were both stable but were getting IV antibiotics
before they could go home.

Then we had a minor burn patient, waiting placement in a nursing home
probably tomorrow, she was blind and had multiple sclerosis but had family
to help care for her. Lastly, my fourth patient was also a burns patient,
he was 39 years old with burns to both arms and hands. He was wrapped up
like the invisible man or the Mummy or something. He was also stable and
looked like he was sleeping even though it was 8pm

From report I got from day shift, he was about my most stable patient, had
no family here, was here for a convention in the city, a convention for
software writers I think. He was burned when the waitress in his convention
hall tripped spilling a serving platter heated with boiling water onto the
tabletop scalding both his arms and hands resting by his plate while he was
waiting for his dinner.

I checked on my surgery patients and talked with both about discharge. The
one to go home tonight was ready as hell to get home. He had carpal tunnel
surgery and wanted to get home to his big screen TV and the basketball
games on his Tivo. I finished his charting then called for transport to the
lobby. Everything else for him was finished by day shift staff.

My MS patient was fine, no pain really, just waiting on the calls between
insurance and the nursing home to get finished then they would send their
own transport people to come get her. The family was up to speed and on top
of her care, so I moved on to Mr Burns as I called him.

While I was in checking his vitals and assessing his condition and
overnight orders the transport crew came for one of my four, I waved as
they rolled out the unit door. My burn guy was sitting up in bed but nearly
asleep. He had a morphine pump with a patient button and fell asleep
watching TV. He had a urinal between his thighs and the bed looked wet. His
dick was just inserted inside the urinal and his eyes were closed. There
was no way I could spare him any embarrassment, so I reached down to take
the urinal away which woke him right up.

At first he seemed confused, then he realized his dick was hanging out of
his gown and his bed was wet from his pee and his face turned all red as he
pulled the blanket up trying to hide the mess. Of course I already removed
the urinal so I already saw everything, he hadn't connected the dots yet so
I gave him time. I could hear my IV pump beeping in the surgery patient
room so I went over to start the next round of IV meds then come back once
this guy had enough time to figure out what happened.

B: "So is the sheet wet underneath?" Is how I carefully worded my question.

My patient whose name is Jeremy said it felt wet. I told him we needed to
keep him as clean as possible so I'd need him to climb out of bed so I
could clean it up and change the sheets.

He still remained mostly quiet. I motioned for him to get up on the side
with all the monitors and IV pumps, which he did, standing next to the
bed. I quickly pulled the bedding off rolling it up into a log and stuffing
it into the laundry hamper by the door. Next comes a quick wipe down, then
new sheets, pillow case, and blankets. Then I got a gown and handed it to
him without saying anything. Playing dumb I acted like I didn't realize he
couldn't change himself because his hands were both wrapped in gauze. His
gown was wet from pee, so I knew he knew he needed to change. He stood
there silently but by the time I was done cleaning up his bed and making it
ready for him, he finally got up enough nerve to actually speak and ask for
help.

I walked behind him and untied his gown letting it drop to the floor. Next
I stepped beside him to take the clean gown and took a few moments to snap
all the snaps while my eyes were actually inspecting his totally nude body
not three feet away from me.

He was rather hairy from the feet to the belly button, then it got thin the
rest of the way to his neck, then he had a days worth of growth
there. Finally I asked him if he wanted help getting dressed, so he raised
his hands as if to say I didn't have any choice but to help him.

Jeremy turned around back towards me so I could tie his new gown then watch
all the wires and tubes while he climbed into the nice clean bed.

He was kinda skinny really, not too muscular. He looked like he was active
but never worked out. Had some decent shoulder and upper arm muscles but
that's about it really. He had a belly button like mine, just a round hole
that went in and disappeared. His nipples were flat and about as big around
as a quarter with a little teat in the middle. He had hairs in the middle
of his chest in a small oval patch, the rest of his chest was smooth, just
like his stomach above his belly button.

B: "So like I said before my name is Brad, I'll be your nurse all night and
again tomorrow if you're still here. If you need anything at all don't
hesitate to ask. Just use the call button or the phone, whatever works
best. Keep in mind I have three other patients so I might not always be
able to drop and run if you need something right away so try to plan your
calls for help, like if you need to pee again.

J: "Yeah well that was an accident I assure you!" He proclaimed proudly.

B: "Look, we deal with pee and poop and farts and blood and stuff like that
every day at work. And we see naked people all day long. We're both guys,
believe me you got nothing to be ashamed of I see naked people every
working day, I really don't even notice or care about that."

J: "Yeah, well I'm a bit on the private side if you don't mind still, I'd
like to enjoy my privacy even in here if you don't mind."

B: "That's fine, I just wanted you to know it really doesn't matter to us
that work here, we see people naked for a living, we really don't care or
notice. You should try to feel perfectly at ease here, once you go home all
this time here and the stuff we do will all be forgotten moments after you
roll out that door in a wheelchair heading for your home town. Okay?"

J: "Got it Nurse Brad." He proclaimed with a smile.

I went from his room to my other two rooms to check vitals and see how
everyone was doing then start what would be about one hour of charting at
the nurses station. Then the phone started ringing and my hour of charting
turned into two hours.

1am I reported on my patients to the house manager and took a lunch
break. I wandered outside and over to a bench seat by the lake to watch the
stars. I ate my sandwich and drank my can of 7-Up and enjoyed a short
moment of the sounds from Lake Michigan and the cold winds blowing over the
shore sort of getting caught in the moment.

Back into the unit all my patients were finally asleep, back to
charting. Antibiotics were done on the surgery guy, he could go home
really, but who wants to be discharged at 2:15am?

My burn guy was asleep too. And the lady with MS was also asleep. Her
family should get a medal for the care they are providing. She was so well
cared for it was amazing. We see lots of patients who are taken care of at
home by non-medical family who show up with bed sores, stinking like pee
and poop, and getting worse because their meds were forgotten, etc. but not
this lady. She looked like she was staying in the most expensive rehab
hospital. I certainly took the time to express my delight with her care to
the family members present. They acted like my comments weren't
necessary... typical of excellent care givers.

4am and 5am came by, everyone was quiet except my burn guy needed to pee
since we were pumping lots of fluids into him, since he was still dripping
from his burns and running a fever. I went in the room acting almost like
we had never discussed this procedure before giving him the chance to start
anew with me.

B: "So how you want to do this?"

J: "Can I just use the bathroom?"

B: "Jeremy, we don't have patient bathrooms in this unit. Each room has a
fold away toilet under the countertop. There is a visitor bathroom outside
the unit in the hallway, which is where I go too."

J: "Can I walk to that one?"

B: "You are loaded up on morphine and should not be walking that far, you
have a huge risk for falling and need to be monitored, which I cannot do if
you leave your room."

J: "Can I just stand by the bed and and use one of those plastic urinals
then?"

B: "Yep, that's what you've been doing since you arrived except for the
time you fell asleep peeing and pissed all over the bed and your clothes."

J: "Really? I did that?"

B: "Yep. You're a lot more stoned than you realize." I handed him the
urinal and like previous times he tried to grab it but the dressings on his
hands were too thick to grab much of anything, he also forgot about that.

J: "How are we gonna do this then."

B: "Last times you just had me hold the urinal for you while you pee'd,
remember?"

J: "No, not really. Like how do I aim in the hole?"

B: "I did that too, really it's not a problem, we do this every day with
our patients. Jeremy, what do you do for a living?"

J: "I teach high school science, biology, anatomy, sciences like that."

B: "Good then. We deal with patients pee about as often as you deal with
students questions, really, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, we've
done this now about four times since I got here at 7pm. Remember?"

J: "Oh yeah. Maybe I'm just too shy. Look, I gotta go really bad, can we
just get this over then?"

B: "Fine then. You can close your eyes if that makes you more
comfortable. Just keep leaning against the bed railing so you don't fall,
okay?"

J: "I'm not as dizzy as last time I stood up."

I got to my knees in front of him to lift his gown. I had my gloves on to
lift the urinal up to the end of his dangling dick, gently grabbed it
stuffing it in the end of the urinal then told him to go ahead and pee. I
stood there staring at his nuts and dick while the stream of dark piss
nearly filled the urinal. I hoped to do this once again before the day
shift people arrived. He had a constant flow of saline into his IV so the
odds were in my favor.

By 6am the place was starting to get lively, I had one more chance to get
Jeremy to his feet to pee in the container. Over the night I reduced his
morphine allowance so he was slowly sobering up as the pain from his wounds
naturally decreased. He'd need more juice during the day for his skin
cleaning - which hurts really bad.

For the 6:10am pee party he never said a thing and even lifted the front of
his gown for me to grab his penis and insert it in the urinal again for
him. He still doesn't watch, I do. He has a really nice belly button,
really.  Did I just say `really' twice in one sentence?

By 8am I was walking into my basement deluxe apartment, dropped my stuff by
the door, stripped off my clothes and took a nice hot shower and jerked off
thinking about Jeremy's junk and his belly button the whole time. He had no
idea. I had no idea if he was married or what he was into. Probably never
would.

I was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow. Next thing I knew my
alarm was going on. Re-start the rush and repeat yesterdays process, back
to work and see how things changed during the day.

My MS patient was still here, so were her family peeps still providing
expert care, Jeremy was still here - he looked totally stoned and asleep in
his room. His wrappings looked new. My guess is he had his arms in the tank
today to scrub and scrub and got stoned and then slept because of the
narcs. They said he had a huge poop today but only a tiny appetite. All was
good.

As it turns out I did not get any admits on my second night. Plus at 7:35pm
the nursing home called, they were sending transport for my MS patient. I
told the family, they were thrilled.

By 9pm Jeremy was awake, I had the papers ready for my MS lady to depart
and the transport people were here. I watched as the family and staff moved
her from our bed to their cart. And just like a whisp of wind, they blew
out the door and were gone.

Moments after the parade, the call button went off in my burn patients
room, my guess was he needed to pee or something.

J: "Nurse Brad, I need to pee and my stomach feels like crap, can I have
some nausea meds and maybe something small to snack on?"

B: "You can have anything you want to eat, have anything in mind that
sounds good that won't upset your stomach?"

J: "Can I get some soup or something? I think that would make my nausea go
away."

B: "Sure, let me go order that, I'll be right back."

I went to the nurses station and ordered the soup then back to the room
just in time to see Jeremy trying to do the pee thing on his own. It would
be sort of like watching a drunk Captain Hook trying to roll a joint. Ain't
gonna happen but it was briefly amusing to watch anyway. By now I had seen
him so many times he was getting over his fear of having my see and handle
his private parts.

I noticed he had flowers on a vase on his bedside stand. While I was
holding the urinal for him I glanced at the card in the flowers it said at
the bottom `Love Always, Teresa'.  He said he was done, I pulled away the
urinal. His pee looked lighter, which was a good sign that the gunk in his
body from the destroyed tissue was starting to clear, which matched his
blood work results too.

J: "Any chance I could take a shower or something?"

B: "Not tonight. We could do a bed bath, you could even stand by the sink
for a washcloth type bath if you like. You're my only patient so we could
get it done quickly and nobody will come into the unit, I know that matters
to you."

J: "Okay, let's do that. I feel really nasty, used to taking two showers a
day and it's been like two days since I last bathed."

B: "I'm right there brother, let's get this done right now."

I un-hooked him from all his cords and tubes, he could tolerate being
disconnected for a while with no harm really.

After un-hooking I stood him on a few towels by the sink in the counter,
got out the soap and towels and stuff. First I had him lean his head over
to shampoo his hair, luckily his hair was short so it didn't take too
long. Next we did his face, neck, shoulders, arms, pits and upper back.

He stood there nude, dripping wet as I slowly worked my way lower and
lower, while he stood leaning into the counter for support.

I made my way down his back and washed his crack, then down his legs and
his feet. Then back up the front of his legs to his waist avoiding his
groin. I noticed his dick had grown substantially but was not truly hard,
but it was not truly limp either.

Next came his chest and stomach. I figured he had almost no experience with
being bathed in the hospital so about anything I did would be new to him,
he didn't know this routine so I could do about anything I wanted at this
point.

My patient had hairs in the middle of his chest but none around his tits,
so I scrubbed there carefully noting that his nipples didn't shrink when
rubbed with the washcloth but it had the opposite effect on his dick. Seems
Mr. Jeremy likes his titties being played with. The dick never lies!

Then I got to his stomach and gently washed there poking my finger inside
the washcloth to do inside his hole of a belly button, which also seemed to
have the effect of making his dick harder and longer.

By the time I got to his pubes his dick head was almost pressed against the
edge of the counter.

J: "Sorry about that, not used to having someone wash me like that."

B: "We see `em every day here really, it's nothing to be ashamed of. If I
got a dollar for every erection I saw in these five rooms I could pay for
my yearly trip to Key West!"

He smiled and turned sideways to the counter now seeming to be proud of his
show. I now washed above his boner in his pubes, then along the sides of
his nut sack. I stopped to rinse the washcloth out several times with the
sink just a couple feet from the end of his boner aiming right at my hip.

Now bending over to wash his testicles and behind them seemed to fully
inflate his boner. I noticed he was watching my every move now whereas when
we started he wouldn't even make eye contact.

I rinsed my wash cloth after doing his nuts then went back to wash his
rod. I started at the base and gently worked my way to the head.  He jerked
a few times when I got to the head of his dick which was aiming a little
higher than straight out. He looked to be about six inches long and fully
hard. A really nice dick, bet that would be nice to suck on I thought to
myself.

I rinsed my wash cloth then hand rinsed off the soap from his groin and
boner and nutsack.

Last step was to take a towel and dry him off from head to toe following
the same pattern as I washed him in. Then as an added bonus I took some
lotion and did his back and lubed up his groin and balls and dick shaft.

J: "Why you do that?"

B: "To keep you from getting itchy and dried out, our skin soaps are much
stronger than what you use at home. If I didn't you'd be miserable by
sun-up today."

J: "Oh, thanks man." He said with his dick still fully erect and now looked
like he was dripping a little.

I put my hands on his shoulders and helped him from the counter to the side
of the bed, got a new gown and got him dressed with a huge tent pole
looking thing right in front of him.

While he stood by the bed I changed the sheets and blankets, sort of taking
my sweet time too. About the time that was done I noticed he had a growing
wet spot at the top of his tent pole.

I got him seated on the bed, then legs up and resting quietly on his back,
now the pole turned to a ridge laying on his stomach which he sort of
seemed to no longer be ashamed of and almost to want to show off in front
of me since he made no effort to pull up blankets or hide it in any way.

It took all the self control I could muster to keep from sprouting wood
myself.

I was trying to review doing my taxes last January or when my car was due
for it's next oil change or anything I could think of to distract myself
from the problem at hand.

Finally I was done, but we were making such good progress I rolled the
portable computer into the room to do my charting. First I hooked him up to
his monitors and his IVs and gave him a quick shot of morphine then got his
vitals done and started to chart my bed bath procedure. All the time Jeremy
laid on his back, eyes closed dick hard under his gown leaving a ridge in
the middle, blankets and top sheet still by his feet, still making no
effort to hide it.

I was sort of absorbed in my charting, fighting with the piece of crap
mouse that often stuck or fell off the tiny mouse tray thing. Jeremy opened
his eyes and spoke.

J: "Hey Brad, you got any more of that skin lotion stuff handy, I'm getting
itchy down here." He said gesturing with his gauze wrapped hands towards
his groin. I immediately smelled a rat, a rat with a six inch boner.

I stepped over to the sink grabbing some gloves in the process. "Yeah,
where is it bothering you?"

He pulled aside his gown exposing his groin and boner once again and said
he had a horrible itch down here.

I put some lotion on my right hand then massaged it into his pubes then
looked him in the eye. "Lower" was all he said, so I added more to my hand
and did the space between his legs and scrotum then re-did his scrotum then
stopped to see what he was doing.

"Higher" is all he said. So I took his boner by the base and slid my hand
vertically on his shaft slowly rubbing lotion on his boner about ten times
then stopped and looked him in the eye, he was looking right back at me but
without smiling he said, "Maybe some more right there please, I'll tell you
when the itch stops." I added more lotion to my right palm and started
slowly sliding it up and down the shaft of his dick silently counting
twenty more times.

On the fifteenth I saw his nuts were pulled up against his belly. On
seventeen he laid his head back into the pillow and on Nineteen jizz
started to leak from the head of his dick. On twenty a shot of cum shot
from his dick straight up in the air hitting the procedure light above the
bed, then several more shot up but only a few feet spraying all over his
body and my arm.

On twenty first stroke I stopped but kept him aimed at the ceiling until he
stopped shooting. I think I counted twenty shots of cum before the event
was over.

Jeremy raised his head to survey the scene, I slowly released his dick and
stood up to see how much of a mess we just made. "I am so sorry Brad, I had
no idea that was gonna happen." He said immediately. I stayed silent
glancing at the clock and eyeballing a gown over on the counter.

B: "Go ahead and sit up for me please." I said as I walked around the foot
of the bed. Luckily 90% of his semen landed on his gown. I pulled off his
gown tossing it towards the laundry hamper and quickly stuck a new gown on
his arms and behind his neck and tied it, telling him to lay back down.

I walked over to the sink to wash the cum off my right arm and one spot on
my forehead. He laid on the bed head back eyes closed. I pulled the sheet
up over his body then walked over to the roll-around computer and charted:
0610 bed bath complete, well tolerated by patient who seems to be coming
along really far with Dr Lustig's plan for treatment and discharge. Pt
tolerated procedure well.

I pushed open the curtain and door just in time to see the unit manage walk
in, smiling and sipping her coffee asking how the night went.

By 8am I was in my own bed jerking myself off twice in a row.

On my third night the unit had three patients, all late in the day surgery
recoveries, all being discharged before midnight. Jeremy had been
discharged during the day.

I walked into the room to meet one of my new patients. I saw a large white
spot on the lens on the overhead procedure light right above the new
patient, smiled but said nothing. It was my little secret.

The story continues....

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