Gentle 6
The first two days were surprisingly easy, he wasn't that aroused all the time
like he was the previous week. Sure, Roger woke up with an erection but after
the shower, it subsided and he spent Sunday dozing in front of the television.
Monday, the young nurse returned and smiled at him. "Your girlfriend called, she
forgot to arrange for more of your favorite soft drink and she's going to have
some sent over. It won't get here until tomorrow, though. Isn't she great to
think of you like that?"
"Yeah, she's one in a million," Roger mumbled as she slipped another spoonful of
cereal between his lips.
"She did ask me to do something to make you more comfortable and I'll get onto
it after you've had your breakfast. Open up, here comes the airplane," she
giggled and pushed the spoon in again.
After breakfast, she pulled the sheet back and Roger felt his cock start to stir
under her watchful eyes. "It has a life of its own, doesn't it?" she smiled and
placed a bowl and several items on the bedside table.
"What are you going to do?" Roger asked, alarmed at the sight of the razor and
electric clippers as well as embarrassed at being naked in front of the fully
clothed and smiling nurse.
"We're going to get rid of that ugly hair," she said, tugging at Roger's thick
pubic hair. "Don't worry, I've prepped many guys before surgery, I won't cut
you," she reassured him.
"But I'm not having surgery!"
"I know, I know but Carol suggested it, said that the hair makes you hot and
that's one of the reasons you are hard all the time." Roger noticed that the
nurse now referred to 'Carol', rather than the 'girlfriend' and worried that
they were all becoming pretty friendly.
"I'm not hard all the time," Roger protested weakly and the pretty nurse smiled
and pointed down at his groin.
"You're hard now. Let's get to work." The electric clippers buzzed into life and
Roger watched his pubic hair mown down as the young nurse expertly reduced the
hair to a shave able length. Her fingers deftly pushed his now hard cock aside
as she worked and Roger groaned a little at her touch. Carol must have realized
this would get me hard, Roger thought, maybe it will be all right if I ask this
woman for a quick hand job? Even as he thought it, he knew that was a bad idea,
that Carol would get really angry with him, especially since he promised to cum
only with her.
Shaving cream was applied next and as the young nurse bent down to shave him,
her mouth came tantalizingly close to the head of his cock. "This is a
nuisance," she said, indicating his hard cock with her hand. "Can't you get it
to go down?"
"I don't think so," a red faced Roger mumbled, wishing he could get out of the
plaster that entrapped his upper body.
"The older nurses sometimes hit it with a cold spoon, I could try that?" she
asked hopefully, the razor removing the pubic hair above his cock.
"No, please don't, it would hurt," Roger cried.
She went back to work and after she toweled him, his hard cock jutted proudly
from his denuded groin. "Makes it look bigger," she said with satisfaction as
she packed up, "and you could use a little bit of help there."
"What do you mean?" Roger blurted out as she covered him with the sheet.
"Well, I've seen a few and you're certainly not above average. Never mind," she
said cheerily from the door, "your girlfriend cares for you and that's all that
matters. You're a lucky guy and," she winked, "I'll tell her you didn't ask me
to do it to you even though you thought it, right?" She laughed and left an
anguished Roger. Am I small, he wondered, do I have a smaller than average cock?
That one thought slid into the back of his mind and lodged there to eat away at
him.
Tuesday morning his groin started to itch a little and he ignored it. "Open
wide," the young nurse said as she fed him lunch.
Roger couldn't help himself, he had to ask. "Do you think I have a small one?"
he blurted out after swallowing something he guessed was egg.
"Small what?" she asked, head down while she stirred the mixture, her blouse
slightly open and Roger felt his cock tremble into life as he spotted a black
bra strap.
"Doesn't matter," he mumbled sulkily and turned away.
"Your girlfriend sent some of your soft drink over," she said with a smile as
she opened the can. "Have a sip. She takes good care of you, doesn't she? Even
when she's away on important business she still thinks of you. She's one in a
million."
"I guess so." He took another sip and wondered for the millionth time if his
cock was small.
The nurse left and about half an hour after that, a wave of arousal swept over
him and his cock leapt into full erection. All afternoon he tossed and turned,
wanting relief but the thought that he didn't know when Carol was returning,
tantalized him even more and drove him into despair.
Wednesday, his cock was continually hard and his groin itched and itched, he
didn't know what was worse, the continual need to cum or the desire to scratch.
"My groin itches," he moaned to the older nurse who flipped the sheet back and
looked down.
"It's the shaving, it will subside in time," she said calmly, looking at his
hard cock.
"Can't you rub some cream into it?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said scornfully. "I thought you were going
to be faithful to Carol?"
Does every one around here know Carol, wondered Roger? "No, I meant to soothe
the itching, that's all."
"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and won't tell Carol you tried
something." She flipped the sheet back and left Roger to his own small hell.
Thursday he was in a sea of lust and itching. His mind was focused entirely on
sex and any glimpse he could get of any part of a female. When he was being fed,
he would lean forward to suck on the straw in the soft drink so he could peek
down the nurses uniform or gaze at their legs in the white nylon.
He suspected they all knew what he was doing but in his lust driven need, he
didn't care. He also suspected that some of them let the hem of their uniforms
drift up a little when they sat to tease him with a glimpse of white nylon
covered thigh while others appeared with two buttons undone on their uniform,
offering small tantalizing glimpses of the top of their bras.
Even the stern nurse arrived and as she bent to tuck his sheet in he caught a
glimpse of a red bra strap and his hard cock pulsed even more.
Friday, he was a drooling idiot with a rampant hard cock that would do anything
to cum, anything at all and he knew the next nurse that walked in, he would beg
and beg for a hand job, anything at all just so he could finally cum!
But it wasn't a nurse that walked in, it was Carol. "Oooh baby," she said
perching on the side of the bed and kissing him strongly, her warm body pushing
against him. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes," he croaked, eyes watching her breasts move and shift under her blouse as
she smiled down at him.
"Really?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned. "I need you," he said, saying anything just to keep her
there in case she went without helping him, without giving him relief.
"You are sweet," she giggled and kissed him lightly which caused his cock to
pound strongly again. "The nurses tell me you've been good. Oh," she said
suddenly, "I almost forgot." Carol pulled the sheet down. "Does it feel cooler
without that ugly hair?" she asked looking at his hard red cock standing in his
bald groin and Roger desperately nodded. "Are you hard because of me?" Carol
asked slyly, her hand stroking his shaven skin, fingers rubbing against the
newly formed stubble "We'll have to shave again. Do I make you hard?"
"Yes," he croaked, "you do this to me."
"You did miss me," she giggled.
"Please Carol," he pleaded, "Can I cum? Please, please?"
Carol smiled at his desperation, his hard cock quivering, a faint covering of
sweat on his face. "You seem to be really desperate, baby. Are you?"
"I am," he whined, "I am. Please Carol, can I cum now?"
"I'll think about it. Do you like my new outfit?" she asked, twirling around to
show him the black business suit and Roger stared at the short skirt and her
long legs encased in black nylon.
"It's great?" he said enthusiastically, eyes glued on her shimmering legs.
"Do you think the skirt's too short?" she asked tugging it down so it molded to
her round bottom. "I don't want it to be too short, if it is, you'll look up my
skirt." Her eyes twinkled and she sat down on the visitor's chair, crossing her
legs. Roger's mouth went dry when he caught a glimpse of darker nylon on her
thigh. Was she wearing stockings, his brain screamed silently, was she wearing
black stockings? He vaguely remembered when he used to jerk off that his
favorite jerk off pictures were of women in stockings. Did he tell Carol that?
He shook his head, desire and lust controlling his body.
"Are you paying attention to me?" she asked suddenly and Roger jerked his eyes
away from her legs
"No, it's not too short, it's great. You're beautiful."
"Thank you baby. You keep looking at my legs, do you like my new stockings?"
Stocking, she was wearing stockings! "Yes," he murmured, a quivering, trembling
mess and she smiled at his cock.
"I should cover that up," Carol said.
"Please, no! Please let me cum!"
"It's been a few days,' she laughed softly. "Probably the longest you've ever
gone without it." She raised an eyebrow and Roger nodded pathetically.
"Please?" he whimpered.
"It's all you ever think about, isn't it? I don't think you respect me."
"I do, I do," he protested quickly. "I do respect you."
"You don't show it," she pouted. "Especially when I let you look up my skirt. Do
you remember that?"
"Yes," he admitted, face red. How could he forget that magic glimpse of her
white lace panties?
"I don't think you respect me as you should."
"How should I? I'll do whatever you want, please." His voice was filled with
desperation and it was true, he would do anything to cum, anything at all!
"Well," she said, appearing to think, her hand resting on his naked thigh, just
inches away from his straining cock, "I have an idea. You're shaking," Carol
said giggling, "You really are desperate." Roger caught another glimpse of her
stocking tops as she stood up. "Let's get you out of bed." Cock hard and
sticking from his naked lower body, upper body encased in the plaster cast,
Roger managed to stand as Carol moved the chair into the center of the room and
sat down. "Kneel," she said softly and Roger knelt before her, his eyes drawn to
her nylon covered legs. Was she going to let him look up her skirt again?
Behind him, her heard the door open but a look from carol told him not to turn
around. "I've invited the nurses to watch," she said calmly and Roger felt his
face burn. "This could be the last time as I may have a surprise for you next
week." Roger heard murmuring from behind him and Carol smiled. "Now, turn around
and say hello."
Humiliated, Roger turned his head to see three nurses, the older stern one, the
cheeky young one and the black one all standing against the door with broad
smiles on their faces. "Hello," he croaked, face bright red and Carol turned his
face around with a finger to his chin.
"Good baby."
Carol took the panties from the drawer, wrapped them around his cock and then
closed her lower legs on it, trapping the new panty wrapped clock between her
calves. "You remember the rules, don't you?" she asked softly, stroking his
cheek.
"Yes," he whispered, the feeling of being held between her nylon legs driving
him inside. "I have to ask you when I get close."
"Good baby," she said kissing him on his forehead. "I've put the panties around
your cock so your mess doesn't get on my new stockings. Go on, baby, move your
cock."
Roger didn't need to be told twice and the feeling of pushing his cock between
her legs was electric. The was a huge feeling humiliation as he realized what he
was doing, that the nurses were watching and that Carol was smiling down at him
as he fucked her legs but he didn't care.
"Can I cum?" he pleaded desperately as he rushed to orgasm.
"Yes, baby," she smiled, "fill the panties, baby, cum for me." A groan and he
convulsed as he erupted into the panties with his sweet release. The nurses
applauded and Roger hung his head. Carol gingerly took the panties and stood to
take them to the bathroom, giving Roger a fleeting glimpse of a stocking top.
He heard the nurses talking amongst themselves and to Carol when she returned.
"You've got him trained well," the stern one said and Roger saw she was smiling
for the first time since he arrived.
"I'm going to start on my boyfriend," the young one said. "Can you give me some
tips?"
"Of course," Carol smiled and Roger face flaming waited.
She helped him back into bed, smiled as he thanked her for allowing him to cum
and then kissed him goodbye. "I have to go, I'll get back next week with your
surprise.. I've left more soft drink for you."
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