The New Me - Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - The Nurse

Walking towards the house I had this feeling something bad was going to happen. I had only been here a few weeks, but it was starting to feel like a home.

The brown door stood ominously in front of me, my hand reached out and tried the handle; it was open luckily, I hadn't been here long enough for a key. The feeling of dread became more prominent as I opened the door.

"Hey! How was your day at school?" A female voice asked. I turned and saw them. A man and woman and a boy my age.

"Erm... It was ok thank you. Still getting used to everything," I replied with bated breath. The boy had a weird grin on his face as he looked at me and his parents were trying too hard.

"Honey, we need to talk to you about something," she started saying.

There it was. It had happened so many times before I just knew. They didn't want me. They'd come up with some reason but I just knew. 15 years being bounced around from one foster home to another gives you a sixth sense on these things.

"We don't think this is working out. We are sorry." To be fair she looked it. Her husband seemed indifferent and the son looked giddy.

I thought back to what I'd done. I had tried: I worked hard at school, did chores around the house and did as I was told. The boy though never seemed to like me. We had to share a room and I accidentally looked at him wrong and he called me a faggot and went off on me.

"No worries. Thank you for giving me a chance. I will pack my things and wait for Mike outside." I replied matter of factly. This caused the boys face to faulter he clearly expected a huge reaction.

10 minutes later, I was sat on their porch when a blue ford pulled up. I walked straight to it said hi to Mike, my social worker, and got in.

Mike went to speak to the family and when he returned, he tried being positive but it wasn't going to help.

"That's it Mike. No more foster families, I am not putting myself though this again. I need to look after myself."

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My eyes jumped open. I hadn't thought about that day for almost 10 years. Makes sense though till yesterday that had been the worse day of my life. After being beaten and left for dead my mind was clearly trying to torture me by showing me other events from my life that was just as bad.

That family had been the last straw. All my life I had tried to fit in with other families but each time being let down. That was when my walls really went up and I stopped letting people in. 21 years I've been alone. No family, no real friends except Martin. Alone. I needed to change to become the new me.

I rolled over and the pain hit me hard. I groaned involuntarily and shuddered as the pain shot though my whole body from my ribs. The knock-on effect was my bladder deciding this was the moment it needed emptying.

This was a dilemma I didn't know I would have. I hadn't considered this or even knew where I would go to solve it. I tried moving so I could move my legs over the bed, forgetting the needles in my arms. The IV drip moved and the pads on my chest pulled my skin. I looked down; they had shaved part of my chest to get the monitors on. My hairy chest was something I was proud of. To be fair I was hairy all over - an otter I would have been. I hoped it wouldn't look too stupid once the heart monitor was taken off.

I remembered the call button and pressed it quickly. The longer I waited the longer the situation became close to dangerous. Nurse Simmons appeared behind the curtains.

"You rang?" He said with a smile.

"Sorry to bother you but I need the toilet but I am struggling to get out of bed and don't know where the toilets are." I spluttered out embarrassed.

"Ah, no problem, give me a moment and we shall unhook you. I will get you a wheelchair as you should not be walking yet." With that he speedily went round removing my attachments, walked out and returned with a wheelchair. "We will take our time but try and be quiet as it's 2am and I don't want to wake everyone."

I hadn't even realised it was dark. The faint glow of machines had made it light enough to trick my exhausted brain into not realising the time. I concentrated hard on making as little noise as possible getting out of bed with the nurses help and getting in the wheelchair.

"I wish I could say that was the hard part but it wasn't," he tried his reassuring smile but it didn't help. He wheeled me to the toilets which weren't too far from the room I was in.

The journey gave me a chance to take in my surroundings. The room I was in had 6 beds and from the names on the charts was males only. Leaving the room, we entered a hallway which had several more rooms off it. The nurses station placed in the middle with 3 female nurses chatting while drinking tea. Nurse Simmons briskly took me passed here to the toilets.

"We need to discuss how this will happen," he looked sheepish when he said this which surprised me, "I am going to have to help you on the toilet but the rest is up to you."

He wheeled me into the disabled toilet as it was big enough for the wheelchair. It had a shower built, I suppose for accidents.

We tried to get me to stand briefly so he could guide me. However, it was slow work as the pain in my ribs made it hard to get up. As we attempted to get me to stand the situation became critical: my bladder decided it was releasing or exploding.

"I need to go now!" The desperation in my face was enough and without warning hot liquid gushed down my leg on to the floor and wheelchair. Luckily, I was wearing a hospital gown but had boxers on.

I was so embarrassed I wanted to ground to swallow me up. "I am so sorry! I couldn't hold it!" I cried.

"Don't worry I have dealt with worse. There is a shower in here so we can clean everything quickly," he stroked my shoulder as he said this to calm me down. This had the opposite effect. "Take off your gown and we shall get started."

I sat naked as the nurse turned on the shower. I tried covering my genitals as having a complete stranger see them

wasn't something I was into. Not that I have anything to be ashamed of.

I reminded myself I was trying to be a new me. This embarrassed guy is who I used to be. I needed more confidence and here was the time. I slowly moved my hands. I saw him look and I could swear he licked his lips.

"Let me help you as I feel bad, I didn't get you there on time," with that he started washing my genitals and wheelchair causing my penis to grow to its fullest, 6.5 inches. He seemed to spend more time making sure my penis was squeaky clean while it was starting to show he was enjoying it to.

"Hmmm that is nice... Why don't you take your clothes off too as you don't want them

to get wet?" Had I just said that? I am in pain, in a wheelchair and just flirted with the nurse. I know I wanted to be confident, but this may be too far.

Before my eyes he dropped his pants and took his shirt off. His six-pack shone in my eye line and his cock fully erect pointed at me. He clearly was pent up as his huge balls hung very low. "I really shouldn't so don't tell anyone," he smiled.

His hand started rubbing my cock up and down pulling my foreskin back making me moan more. I reach a hand out slowly making sure not to hurt my ribs and started slowly wanking him. We didn't speak just focussed on enjoying the mutual masturbation. His hand moving up and down was driving me crazy, the slow stroke, the squeeze and the base and head, the gentle swirl of his thumb on the slit. I moaned; he really knew what he was doing.

I loved the feel of his cock in my hand. I couldn't grip too hard as it would hurt but the amount of pressure I did exert seemed to be doing the trick as he slowly moved back and forth fucking my hand and moaning.

"Fuck, shouldn't... be.... doing.... this... ahhhhhhhhh....." Simmons shot his load all over my hairy chest. This display of ecstasy tipped me over the edge also. I shot a huge load over myself as well. The downside was the pain from my ribs worsened as I throbbed and pushed my load out.

He washed me down again removing all remnants of our sordid time together.

"Listen, I have no idea what came over me but please don't tell anyone we did this I will lose my job." He begged. "Just from the moment you came in I just... I don't know, felt for you and you are easy on the eyes."

"I won't as long as we can maybe repeat this at some point," my cheeky reply came. This was the new me. Confident and putting myself out there instead of hiding away.

We got dressed, though my boxers needed washing. He pushed me back to my bed and slowly and carefully helped me back in. As Simmons was help me into the bed and checking all the equipment I managed one last grab of his bulge. I expected him to tell me off but instead he grabbed mine and gave me a huge smile.

"Tomorrow night?" He bent down and whispered into my ear.

"Hell yes!" I replied thinking about another hand job maybe more.

Nurse Simmons walked away closing the curtains behind him. I lay in the relative darkness going over the events that had just happened. That couldn't have happened? That never happens to me.

****

I heard movement, shuffling. Whispers around me, a whoosh of a curtain. Light flooded my senses as I slowly opened my heavy eyes. Groggily I took in what was happening. The doctor was checking my vitals and a female nurse walking around me.

"Sorry Luca, we tried not to wake you, you need lots of rest to help you're recouperation," the female nurse said. "I'm Suzi, if you need anything press the button."

"How's the pain? Any other issues arisen over night?" Doctor Fisher asked. You could tell he was experienced his bedside manner had become fact based. He was around 40 with grey streaks in his hair. The bags under his eyes suggested he was working long hours on little sleep.

"Erm... the main pain is in my ribs. Mainly when I move. I feel fine everywhere else." When cumming it really hurts can you help? Is what I really wanted to say but thought better of it.

"Good good. Pain is to be expected if it becomes too hard to bear please let us know and we can tweak the pain meds," he looked satisfied and walked out, the nurse following him.

Giving myself a few moments I thought back to the early hours. The dream/memory which woke me leading to the nurse helping me out. Did that part happen? Did I just dream everything? There was no way a nurse would jack me off in the toilet at 2am. It was clearly a dream. I smiled thinking how silly I had been thinking it was real.

I moved slightly and realised I wasn't wearing boxers. This was strange as I always did. I looked around slowly; my face dropped. There on the floor basically where the doctor had stood were my boxers. Clearly soaked though. My mind raced, did he see them? It did happen! And if it happened, we said we would meet again tonight. I couldn't wait for today to be done so I could see the sexy nurse again.

I couldn't foresee how well this new me would work.

If after only a day my confidence landed me a nurse who knows what will be next.

To be continued...