Patient at the End of the Hall

Edited by Lance Vargas

(Fb, ped, 1st)

"Have you been in 418?" she asked me at the station.

I know I looked confused because I could not think of a reason
why the charge nurse would ask me about a room not on my rounds.
I've been an LPN at University Medical for almost a year since my
graduation, and I've always tried to anticipate what my
supervisor might need, but now I was at a loss.

Thinking I may have overlooked orders I quickly scanned the
board.

"Uh, it's anaphylactic. Are they ok? Peanut?" I asked with a hint
of confusion but showing that I had a grasp of what might be
going on.

"Yeah, he's fine. It was a bee sting, actually," she said
casually rearranging charts.

"Oh wow, so he's staying overnight?" I replied still feigning
interest but hoping she would get to the point of why I should be
in there.

I grabbed the chart for 418 and scanned it.

"Do you want me to take 418, because I have four beds on the
North wing, but I think I can manage..."

"No, I don't want you to handle it, but you might just want to,"
she said with a smirk.

I saw it was a person named Joseph Anderkenn, white male and
DOB... what? Twelve years old? Now I was really confused. Why did
she want me to visit a kid? Was he scared? I have no special
skills with children. And I've never really shared that much of
my personal life.

Of course, as the new kid on the block, I've had my fair share of
hazing and fun at my expense from the more seasoned staff on
here. And of course, as a young woman, I get a lot of teasing not
only from the older nurses but the male orderlies. I don't want
to sound immodest, but I've been asked out by most of the single
men on the unit and a couple of married doctors as well. I refuse
to mix my professional with my personal life.

Was I being hazed here?

"So what's up with Mr. Anderkenn?" I asked Erin.

"Yeah, that's one way of saying it," she laughed. "What might be
up! Hah hah! Let's just say that the stripes will get a real
surprise if they give him a sponge bath."

Now I was really confused. Did the child have a deformity? Why
else would a candy striper be surprised. I've never seen Erin
joke about a patient during my ten months here, so I was really
at a loss.

"Erin, just tell me, ok? I'm not sure what you want me to do." I
pleaded.

"Lighten up, Krissy," she smiled. "It's nothing bad. It's just
that. Well, the little boy isn't so 'little,' if you know what I
mean."

Then it hit me, and she laughed at the surprised look on my face.

"Ohhhhhh," I exhaled.

"Yeah, the kid is blessed. I came into the room with the cart
when they were putting him into his gown. And don't you tell a
soul, ok? I wasn't looking but I just caught a glance, and I
swear I didn't believe I saw what I thought I saw. I'm not into
kids at all, but I had to make sure there wasn't edema in his
scrotum from the sting. So I had to check."

"I asked him if he was OK, and if his bottom hurt. He said no, so
I just point-blank asked him if it was always this size. He
turned beet red, but he nodded yes. And then it started to swell
a bit. I couldn't believe it! I haven't told another soul, but
you have to see it."

"Why me?" I laughed still thinking this was another prank on the
new girl.

"Because you're the youngest on staff, and you might, well,
appreciate it more. So, let's just say you're temporarily
assigned 418. For evaluation. Ok?"

"Uh, ok. Wait! You want me to check out a 12-year-old boy?"

"Hah! You make it sound bad. No, I just want you to see something
you have probably never seen before. But it's ok if you don't
want to. I just thought I would share."

"No, it's ok." I had to admit that my curiosity was more than
piqued. If it was a prank she would get a good laugh and the
floor would know that I was a goober. But if what she was saying
was true, well, I guess my feminine curiosity just needed to be
satisfied.

"I'll take 418 for tonight," I said.

"Well, he's just in for tonight for observation. He's doing fine
with the epi. Just watching his vitals. He'll be released in the
morning. But it might be good if he's clean when he goes home.
And the stripers won't be in until 8. I think he might need a
sponge bath before your shift end.

So she was asking me, a licensed practical nurse, to give a
patient a sponge bath at the end of my 12-hour shift before 7:00
a.m. Right. I wasn't thinking about the deformed boy. I was
thinking about my professional life, and this was outside of the
call of duty. But she was my charge nurse so I had little choice.

"Go and check on him and say hello," Erin said handing me the
chart.

I didn't respond but took the chart and walked down to the end of
the hall on the West wing.

Last door on the left was cracked open slightly. I saw the
flickering light of the television, and I quietly rapped on the
door. A small voice croaked "come in."

I peered around the corner and the cutest young man looked
completely surprised at me and perked up and tried sitting up in
the bed.

"Hi, I'm Krissy. I'm your nurse for tonight. Do you need
anything."

He tried talking, but nothing came out. I think my blonde
ponytail threw him a little. And there's one thing I know about
young boys is that they are suckers for a pair of breasts. All of
the other nurses wore sweaters on the floor. I preferred just my
whites. But of course, D cups in white have an effect on some
patients, especially males. And specifically on Mr. Anderkken
because he couldn't look me in the eye.

"Are you ok? Do you need some juice or a snack?"

I finally managed eye contact.

"Um, no. I'm ok." he stammered in a breaking voice indicating an
onslaught of puberty.

"OK, I'll be checking on you throughout the night. How is your
wrist?" I asked just to prolong the visit a bit more. My other
four rooms were sleeping peacefully, so I was comfortable staying
a bit longer. Or was I hoping against hope for a reason to look
under the sheets?

He lifted and shook his wrist for me. "It's ok. It doesn't hurt
or anything. I guess I was more scared than anything."

"Yeah, I hate bees and wasps, too. I always run away when I see
them. I bet you can run fast."

"Heh heh, yeah. I play baseball so I run a lot."

Good. He was getting comfortable with me.

"I bet your good at it." I said somewhat dreamily.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I bat like 400."

"Wow!" I said having no idea what he was talking about, but he
sounded proud of it.

"So how old are you, Joseph?" I asked while scanning the chart
knowing full well that he was twelve. But he actually looked a
couple of years older.

"I'll be thirteen in three weeks" he replied excitedly.

"Wow, a teenager! What's the first thing you'll want to do when
your a teen?" Don't know why I asked that, but the conversation
was pleasant.

"Probably get a real girlfriend," he said matter-of-factly.

That response shook me a bit. "A REAL girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know, not like in middle school, but a real one that I
can go out with and kiss and stuff."

I smiled at him and said "And stuff?"

His cheeks were beet red again and he didn't respond.

I finally took charge and put down the chart and said "OK, let's
check out things."

And I went to the bed and began to turn down the sheets. He
lifted his arms to accommodate me not even asking what I was
checking.

"So where are your folks? Didn't anyone stay with you this
evening?" I asked more for my information than his. I didn't care
for overnight visitors anyway, but was kind of surprised that a
boy would be left alone in the hospital. I felt his legs from his
ankles up for any swelling.

"Well, Dad was on a business trip and Mom had to say home with my
little brother..."

And he quickly shut up when I lifted his gown and I saw his arms
and legs get rigid. I looked at his crotch and... HOLY SHIT! Erin
was right! That was the largest penis I had ever seen in my
entire life. I have dated 250 lb football players with a lot
smaller package than this little kid.

I felt like such a pervert, but I swear this child was deformed.
Yet it was a perfectly formed penis but just two or three times a
normal sized one!

I estimated it to be between eight and nine inches in length but
much wider than my wrist. I hoped I hadn't gasped out loud but
I'm afraid I might have. Or maybe my gaze was having an effect
because it looked as if it were coming to life.

I lowered his gown and lifted the sheets, straightening them out
around him.

"Everything looks good," I said trying to temper my excitement.

Again he couldn't respond. After all a pretty girl had just seen
all of his junk. He was probably seeing stars.

The movement beneath the sheets was very noticeable, and I could
tell he was getting agitated at his inability to control it. I
smiled at him and told him to get some sleep.

"I'll be back later to check on you, ok?"

He nodded his head, and before I turned to leave I glanced at the
bed and saw would looked like a fireplace log under the sheets.

For the first time I felt a twitch between my legs, so I knew I
had to exit quickly.

I made quick rounds to my other charges and returned to the
nurses' station. Erin was busying herself with necessary
paperwork, and asked without looking, "Been in 418 yet?"

"Um, yeah. I just did an eval."

She slowly turned in her chair to look at me with such an evil
smile on her face.

I bent down quickly to her and whispered quickly, "How can a
little boy have such a big thing?"

She threw the charts on the desk and quickly scooted toward me
saying "I know! He's hung like a horse! Or two horses! Shit, if I
were a teenager again I'd probably rape him."

"Erin!" I screamed incredulously. "How could you say such a
thing?"

"Because that big thing is probably going to go to waste for
another three or four years. I don't know why I said that."

She moved her chair back and grabbed the charts. Without looking
my way she said, "you know, it would be nice if he knew how to
use that thing before he hurts little girls. Just saying. He
probably doesn't know anything but his own hand."

I couldn't believe what she was inferring. Did she mean that she
should teach him how to please a woman with his penis?

Then she looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Me?" I almost screamed. "Oh, no way. Nuh uh. I don't need a man
that bad."

"Oh, come on, Kristen. I'm not saying marry him, but that young
man has a handicap, and if he's not trained in using something
like that he could seriously injure someone."

"Did you see how big it was?"

"Well, of course I did. I told you I was there when he was
admit...."

"No, I mean fully erect."

"WHAT? YOU DID NOT!"

"Well, as a matter of fact I did. But he was under the covers.
Still they didn't cover it up."

"Yeah, he got a look at your boobs and BOING!"

Just then another nurse came into the station, and we immediately
shut up.

I went to the other end of the desk to complete my charts. Erin
came close to me.

"Just saying that he might need a bath at 4 a.m. I can cover
until 5."

Then she walked away, and I was left to mull over what she was
saying. An hour bath? An hour? Holy cow, an hour? What did she
think I was going to do? Oh no, she expects me to... no. Yes, she
does. Ohmigod. Do I even want to? It's so big. It might even be
too big for a grown woman. Oh, but... oh this is bad. I don't
know if I can do my job like this."

Three hours later I was still thinking about it, of course. I had
been in his room twice since and he was sleeping both times. But
the large prominence under the sheets was quiet evidence of what
lurked beneath.

It was 2:00 a.m. and I peeked in once again since I heard
movement. He was still sleeping, but his hand was busy! Oh my, I
don't know if I ever saw any boy or man play with himself, but
young Joseph was rubbing himself in his sleep. I was mesmerized.
I know there's no way he could reach his hand all the way around
it, but he was rubbing with the palm of his hand. I couldn't
estimate a size under the sheets, but it really did resemble a
log.

My groin ached and I felt myself getting wet while watching him.
I finally managed to tear myself away from the show. For a brief
moment I wanted to make sure whatever dream he was having to come
true. But I finally regained my professionalism and left the room
quickly.

At four o'clock I took vitals in two of the rooms and brought the
charts back to the station.

Erin was there with another nurse. She was a contract so I didn't
remember her name; Pam I think. Without looking at me I heard
Erin say "Kris, stripers won't be in until 9 and 418 is being
released at 8. Could you make sure he's cleaned up before
release? I'd rather do it before rotation, too. So if you're free
right now."

The other nurse didn't raise an eyebrow, but I knew she was
thinking "that new girl gets all the crap. Poor thing."

"OK," was all I said. And I went to housekeeping for towels and a
sponge kit.

I was so nervous walking down the hall I almost fainted. I was
light headed and couldn't believe that I was going to do this. In
fact, I didn't give myself a chance of going through with it.
Just give him a bath and get out.

Tap. Tap. "Hi, are you awake?"

"Huh? Uh yeah, I guess." he mumbled rubbing his eyes.

"'They' want me to clean you up before you are released from the
hospital."

"Huh, ok. What time is it?"

"It's 4:11. Did you want to sleep some more?"

He saw me standing there with towels and a sponge. Then he woke
up!

"Uh no. It's ok. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give you a bath, if that's ok with you."

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, do I have to go in the bathroom?"

"No, I'll do it right here in the bed. Is that ok?"

"OK. Uh, how are you going to do that?"

"Well, first we have to take this off," I said reaching for his
gown.

He tentatively pulled at the ties and finally managed to fumble
it off. Of course, I stared right between his legs. His penis
laid there like a lounging cat, and I swear I saw it breathing.

I turned to fill the basin with warm water. Then I returned to
his bedside and wet the washcloth.

"We'll start with your face. Is the water too hot?"

"No, it's fine," he said closing his eyes allowing me to steel
another look at his cock. I knew it would start growing, and it
was. I estimated him to be fully erect before I even reached his
stomach.

I dried his face before going on to his arms and chest. I took my
time washing his chest rubbing slowly and somewhat sensually.
Somehow my conscience was not screaming at me for seducing a
pre-teen. I think it's because my conscience saw how big his dick
was.

"Oh, I'm splashing all over the place," indicated some small
drops of water on my blouse. I nonchalantly unbutton my blouse
like it was part of the sponge bath routine. Now my cleavage was
fully exposed to him, and it was on.

There was no way the child could become any harder than he was.
But I fully expected him to be much more embarrassed. He stared
at my chest without a single hint of shyness. I guess he figured
turnabout is fair play.

"Are you ok with me like this?" I asked in a somewhat sexy voice.

"Yeah" he kind of laughed. "Your chests are really big."

I laughed to myself but didn't respond. I had to maintain my
professionalism, you know.

I washed his stomach constantly rubbing underneath his penis that
extended past his navel.

I moved the cloth to one side of his groin and then the other. I
know I was teasing him mercilessly, and I figured I would go in
for the kill.

"Joseph," I asked as professionally as I could. "Has your penis
always been this large?"

"Uh well, yeah, I guess so. I mean it's been big since I was 8 or
9. It just grew like that."

"Does it hurt you at all?"

"No, it doesn't really hurt."

"But sometimes when it becomes erect like this it begins to
ache?"

"Yeah, sometimes when it's really hard."

"Uh huh. OK. So, it finally just loses its erection."

"Uh what?"

"I mean, does it just go down by itself." I knew that it probably
never went down without some kind of assistance.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Have you ever had a seminal emission?" I asked remembering the
textbook term.

"A what?"

"Have you ever ejaculated semen from your penis?"

"Uh I don't know..."

"Have you ever cum?"

"Oh! Oh yeah, I mean yeah, once or twice."

Once or twice an hour I'm thinking to myself.

"Yes. I was wondering if you had or not." Here comes the bullshit
I had been formulating in Pmy head. "I was afraid some of the bee
serum might have made its way to your scrotum and we would need
to express it before you leave."

I finally made firm contact with his cock and he was shaking like
a leaf. He was definitely not circumsized, but his glans was not
fully exposed. So I pulled his skin all the way down and examined
the huge purple mushroom before me.

"You definitely have a large penis." I cooed.

"Uh hum" he was stammering.

"I don't think I've ever seen one larger."

"Oh."

He wasn't going to be in control much more.

"It's just so long and just big!" And I pulled and squeezed his
dick hard. That was it. He began to spasm and cum began to shoot
everywhere. He was moaning and groaning so loudly that I was
afraid others would hear.

Semen flew as far as the head of his bed and some landed on his
shoulder. I placed my hand above it to contain it. Well, he
certainly had balls to match!

When his spasms finally subsided I said "Well, that's what the
doctor ordered all right. We're going to have to clean you up
again."

He never apologized or even said anything. He just laid there and
let me wash him again.

I looked down and was very surprised to see that he was just as
hard as he was before he came.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah. A lot."

"Did you like that?"

"A whole lot?"

"Do you think you could do it again?"

"Uh huh! Yeah, I could."

"OK, but we need to do it different."

"What? What different?"

I stepped back and began to take off my blouse.

His eyes grew wide.

I reached behind me and slipped off my bra and released my
breasts.

I heard him moan and reach for his dick. He began to stroke
himself up and down.

"Don't get too far ahead of me, ok? Do you want to touch me?"

"Oh hell yeah."

It sounded funny to hear a kid say hell yeah, but there was
nothing funny about that giant hard cock he was holding.

He felt my breasts with one hand rubbing all over them.

"They're heavy," he said.

"Yeah, but probably not as heavy as that thing you got down
there. Joseph, I have to ask you a question. Have you ever had a
girl play with you like I just did?"

"No ma'am."

"So no woman has ever made you do that before."

"Well, I mean, my mom did it like that one time. But I was little
like 10."

His mom fondled him to orgasm? Oh my! That was just weird. But
then again, what in the hell was I doing?

"But not another girl or a friend."

"We'll, some of my friends... sometimes... we...."

"But not a girl."

"No ma'am."

"So you've never played with another girl like you're playing
with me."

"No ma'am. Am I ok?"

"You're fine, Joseph. But I want to show you something."

"What?" And he looked at me worried.

I unsnapped my skirt on the side and carefully removed it.

I put my hands in my panties and looked at him "Joseph, I'm going
to show you how to act around a woman with that thing. Are you ok
with that?"

"Yes ma'am," he said while still stroking his dick up and down.

With that, I pulled my panties completely off and stepped out of
my shoes.

We were now both completely naked and he stared intently at the
blonde patch between my legs.

"You might have to get out of the bed. Can you come in the
bathroom?"

He jumped out of bed so quickly that his cock smacked me in the
leg. He was tall for a 12-year-old, and for some reason I didn't
feel as weird seducing a kid anymore.

He followed me in the bathroom and I turned around an immediately
held his penis in front of him.

"OK, I'm scared you might go off too quickly, so can I take care
of something?"

"Uh yeah, I guess." I knew he was puzzled, so I quickly got down
on my knees and stroked him a little bit before trying to swallow
his head.

"Oh Miss Kris, oh, oh" he started moaning as I tried fitting his
huge member in my mouth.

I felt his hips start to thrust towards me and held him tightly
before he choked me.

And then he let loose. I felt a volley of semen hit the back of
my throat and swallowed. Oh, young boys taste real good I thought
to myself. He continued shooting in my mouth until I felt his
erection erode slightly.

I released him from my mouth and stood up.

"Oh, you're such a good boy." I smiled.

"You swallowed it?" he asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, and you taste delicious. Are you still hard?"

"Uh yeah," he grabbed and showed me his penis.

"OK, I want to show you something else."

I took his hand and put it between my legs.

"Feel that?"

"Yessss."

"Good. That feels good, just keep rubbing right there."

He was rubbing me with one hand and stroking himself with the
other.

I finally took over stroking him and he withdrew his hand.

"OK, stick your fingers right here.. OH! Yes, right there! Ohhhh
that's wonderful."

He bent down making me release his penis, but he kept thrusting
into me. I saw him trying to look down there so I leaned against
the lavatory and spread my legs for him. He looked enthralled
examining me.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Joseph, stand up. Quick."

He did and I took him by his shoulders and stood him in front of
me.

Then I grabbed his fully erect cock and guided it towards my
vagina. I watched his face intently as his penis touched my lips.
His eyes fluttered half-closed, and I fed more of him into me
little by little. I had to readjust myself often to try to
accommodate him. I was no virgin, but he sure made me feel like
one.

I cannot believe I was initiating this big dick into the joys of
sex, and almost immediately I wondered if I would ever get this
chance with him again.

He couldn't get far in, but he was far enough in to get the idea
to go back and forth.

Thankfully he was lasting longer than he had before. I knew he
had a hair trigger that had to be defused, but I hope two cums
would temper him. They did because I was lost in dreamland as he
plowed more and more into me. I felt his hands on my breasts soon
followed by his mouth. He was having his way with me, and I was
not going to stand in his way.

When he had more than half in me, I was getting a feeling for a
change. So I said "wait a minute." And I pulled him out. I saw
the sad face and said "No, just wait. Watch."

And I turned around facing the lavatory, my back to him. I bent
over and said "Come here."

He moved forward and I felt his knob poke my butt. I reached
between my legs and grabbed him guiding it towards me.

He had no problem continuing where he left off. I felt him go
deeper and knew I wouldn't last.

The tingle started, and I knew I was going to be out of control
in less than a minute. Never in my life have I had an orgasm from
penetration, but this would be a night for first times for both
of us!

I felt that massive rod passing back and forth across my clitoris
and then hit my G-spot just right. And that was it. I heard the
moan starting from my diaphragm and make its way out of my mouth.
It was continuous and the volume increased as he continued
thrusting. Finally, I lost my vision and felt myself floating in
the most wonderful space as the fuse lit in my groins traveled to
my brain where it exploded. I grabbed the lavatory with all my
strength and clamped my butt cheeks.

I heard a noise behind me, like a squeak, and then I realized it
was Joseph who was cumming himself. He continued thrusting until
he slowed and finally was still.

After what seemed like hours I finally laid across the lavatory,
and I heard Joseph fall back on the toilet.

"Are you ok?" I asked behind me.

"Uh huh," he gasped.

I turned to look and saw his erection was now half-wilted and
losing height fast. It was slick with cum, both his and mine.

"Joseph, we need to get you back in bed. Quick get in the shower
with me," I commanded.

I washed him from face to toe, and then tended to myself. As I
was rinsing off I felt two hands come from behind me and grasp my
breasts. I smiled.

"Thanks for the help. I always need help with them," I joked.

He laughed too. He groped and tugged, and then I felt the
stiffness in my butt.

"Joseph, we have to hurry," I told him, but I wasn't sure what we
had to hurry.

He answered for both of us.

I felt him bend down and his giant knob pushed my lips apart. I
reached down and guided him in again. I was powerless to resist.

I heard him grunt as he renewed his thrusting in and out, and all
I could do was hold on to the shower head as wave after wave of
pleasure coursed through me. I tried my best not to get my hair
wet, but when I felt him push deeply and begin to cum I was
powerless against my own immense orgasm that it triggered.

Three more thrusts and he became still. I was gasping for air as
the shower poured over my head.

We finished washing without another word spoken. I got dressed
and changed his bedsheets. Then I dressed him in a new gown.

"Just like a guy," I thought as I saw him fall asleep before I
could pull up the sheet.

I looked in the mirror and tried to pull my soaking wet hair back
in a ponytail. I passed my hands across my blouse in an attempt
to straighten the wrinkles. Then I gathered the supplies and left
the room.

I avoided returning to the station until Erin walked away. I
checked in and then grabbed a brush from my purse.

I remember seeing a hair dryer in a patient's room. So I sneaked
in and borrowed it, something I could never imagine doing, but
then I've never done a lot before this evening.

Everything was back in place when I met Erin again. She asked how
everything was, and I answered "fine."

She said "Even 418?"

"Of course," I said without turning to look at her. She never
pried further.

I noted the pediatric allergist making rounds an hour later. Then
I saw the discharge orders on the desk before the ward clerk
scooped them up to process.

Later that morning as I was rolling the med cart back to the
station I heard another nurse say "That's her right there."

I looked up and saw a nicely dressed lady walking quickly toward
me, then I looked behind her and saw Joseph dressed and sitting
in a wheelchair.  I became nervous as the woman approached,
and I began to take a somewhat defensive posture as she began to
speak.

"You're Krissy, right?" she asked.

"I am," I answered nervously, "May I help you?"

"Oh no, dear, I just wanted to say what wonderful care you gave
my little boy, and I wanted to show my gratitude..."

As I saw her reaching in her purse I quickly stopped her "Oh no
ma'am," I responded, "I can't."

She looked at me with the large wad of bills in her hand and said
"I wish you would. Joseph said you kept him such good company
last night when he was scared. That's such an awful nice thing
for you to do. I know there are so many people you need to take
care of."

I looked at Joseph and saw a smile on his face.

"I swear it was no trouble at all. He's such a little sweetheart
that it was my pleasure," I assured her.

"Very well," she said. "Thank you so much again."

I saw the boy wave as the orderly wheeled him to the elevator.

"Kept him company? Hah!" a voice behind me chuckled.  "My
pleasure!" Erin laughed again and walked away.

I began to laugh a little to myself. I knew at some point Joseph
would find the note I left in his shoe with an address and phone
number.

After all, the boy wasn't finished with his lessons