Gentle 2
The nurse looked into the wastepaper basket immediately she came in, looked
knowingly at Roger who blushed. "You have a nice girlfriend," she said sternly,
"I hope you appreciate her, young man."
"I do, I do," Roger stuttered.
The nurse flipped the sheet back to tuck him in and Roger, mortified at the
sudden exposure blushed deep red. "I've seen plenty," she said coolly, "don't
worry about it," she cheerfully said as she began the daily sponge bath, a
ritual Roger hated but with his arms, shoulders and chest in rigid plaster, he
had no choice but to endure it.
Roger had a restless night and woke in the early hours of the morning with a
throbbing hard-on. Normally, he would have settled back into the bed, slipped
his hand around his cock and jerked off so he would feel comfortable and relaxed
for the coming day, but, now he couldn't even reach his cock, let alone jerk it
off. The feeling of helplessness made his cock harder.
A young nurse brought him breakfast and fed him while chatting away about the
day ahead. All the time she talked, Roger found himself glancing down her
uniform top to see the hint of white lace. He still had a throbbing erection,
separated from the nurse by only one thin white sheet, for the entire meal.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I've had enough," he mumbled, turning his head away.
"Now," the nurse said sternly, leaning forward to push the spoon into Roger's
mouth, "you must get your strength up." The sudden proximity of the young nurse,
her breasts pushing against his arm, the expanse of white stocking under her
uniform and the knowledge he couldn't jerk off, made his erection even harder
and throbbing, so much so, his cock jerked against the sheet. The nurse's eyes
fell to the bulge in the sheet and she smiled. "A little morning tension?" she
laughed and pulled the sheet back to reveal his throbbing cock. "I guess you
better hope your girlfriend comes around today," she giggled and dropped the
cool cotton sheet over his red and pulsing cock.
When she left, Roger wondered if it was just his imagination but did she swing
her ass just a little more than usual? What did she say? 'I guess you better
hope your girlfriend comes around today.' That was it and the realization that
all the nurses knew Carol had jerked him off yesterday made his face hot.
And still his cock was hard, even more so when the young nurse placed a box of
tissues on the bedside table and winked.
Mid afternoon, the young nurse returned for the sponge bath and Roger was deep
red when she pulled the sheet back to display his hard, throbbing cock. "Guess
your girlfriend hasn't been to visit yet," she giggled and began the sponge
bath, carefully avoiding his red cock. "Tomorrow we might try a shower, we just
put a plastic sheet around the plaster. Maybe your girlfriend will shower you,"
she said cheerfully with a sly wink. As she tucked the sheet in, Roger couldn't
help stealing a glance down the top of her uniform again, rewarded with wispy
white lace and his cock pulsed.
The day dragged on and his cock, even though the erection left, was semi hard
all day as his entire focus was on thoughts of Carol, would she show up and more
importantly, would she jerk him off again?
But she didn't show up that day and Roger spent a restless night, tossing and
turning, all his sleepy thoughts on relief of the sexual frustration that had
built up so quickly that day, hoping that Carol would show up the next day and
would take pity on him.
Another hard throbbing erection did show up when he finally groggily awoke. He
so needed to come and thought of moving his cock against the cotton sheet, a
little tension and he knew he would explode. Then, the sudden thought, he would
make a mess in the bed and he was sure the nurses would laugh at him. No, he had
to pray that Carol would turn up sometime.
All day long he suffered with a throbbing cock, the nurses seemed to wriggle
more than usual, bend over a lot more and he couldn't keep his eyes of their
legs in the white nylons. This was the longest he had endured without coming in
his life, it was becoming too much!
Late in the afternoon, Carol appeared, smiling broadly and Roger's cock was
throbbing painfully at the sight of her. As usual, she was stunning but this
time dressed in a short black skirt, black nylons and a white blouse as, again,
she had come straight from the office.
"How are you?" she asked, a gentle kiss on Roger's cheek before sitting on the
visitor's chair.
"Okay, I guess," Roger said, his eyes riveted on Carol's legs as she crossed
them, the rustle of the nylon as her legs rubbed together driving straight into
his cock.
"Just guess?" Carol teased and her eyes fell onto the bulge in the sheet across
his groin. "Aren't you pleased to see me?"
"Yes," he croaked, his cock pulsing as she laid a soft hand on his thigh, he
could feel her warmth through the sheet.
"Sorry I couldn't get here yesterday but work has just piled up. Did you miss
me?" Again, her eyes twinkled as she looked at the bulge.
"Yes, Carol," he said hoarsely, "I need, you know," he faded under her twinkling
eyes.
"Need what, darling?" A raised eyebrow and her fingers traced a small circle on
his thigh through the sheet.
"I need you to jerk me off," he blurted out, his voice hoarse and his face red.
"Please, Carol," he begged. "I'm desperate."
"Desperate?" she said coolly, flipping the sheet back to display his rampant
cock. "Is that all I am to you?" she demanded, anger starting to rise in her
voice as he swollen cock pulsed on his groin.
"No, no..."
"Am I just your regular milking machine now you can't do it yourself?"
"No, not at all. Carol, I meant....."
"I thought you would be happy just to see me!"
"I am, I am......"
Carol angrily flipped the sheet back over his cock. "I thought I meant something
to you, Roger Manson! Apparently I was wrong!"
Heart sinking to his stomach, cock still hard and with no hope of coming, Roger
watched Carol flounce her way out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Straining, he could still smell her sensual perfume in the room and he still
needed desperately to come, urgently needed to come with no relief in sight!
