My Life was Changed

Taffy was full of instructions as she told me to face the far wall so she could lather my back and buns. She had a special four-foot long cleaning tool with an attached sponge that she lathered before she washed the backs of my leg without getting soaked before she had me do both sides and the bottoms of my legs from the front. Taffy asked me to step towards her so she could do my front, and that was obviously the part I liked most. I decided she liked that most too because she dwelled on all of my wound areas as she sponged every abrasion and brush burn.

"Taffy asked, "Are you ready for the best part, Mr. Ford, or would you prefer to do it yourself?"

I replied with a devilish smile, "I'd rather do it myself, but I can't release my hold on the walker, Taffy."

"If you don't mind, Robert, I'm going to do your penis and scrotum with my bare hands rather than gloves and a sponge. Hands are much more personal, and I will be able to feel when everything is sparkling clean. You don't need to be concerned if you leak some now because I can wash it all off. Just hold onto the walker, and don't lose your balance."

That's when I fully realized she intended to jerk me off. That was the nicest thing any nurse ever did for me before, and I lost control after gripped my cock firmly and began to rapidly give me a hand job unlike ever I ever had before. I squeezed as hard as I could to prevent this experience from ending, but I exploded too soon and splattered the wall to my front. I still enjoyed five additional minutes as Taffy cleaned my scrotum and cock before I felt another erection beginning.

Taffy smiled and said if I wasn't in a hurry she would try to create another ejaculation, and I told her I had at least two hours before they were coming to take me away. I felt totally relaxed as Taffy prepared me for discharge, and when the nurse's aide came to haul me away, I was still nude with a gown over my lap. Taffy suggested they may want to keep him nude like they did in the hospital for the past week, but that was up to her.

I had my bones set and my wounds were healing well, and I knew it was time to move on, but I also knew I would never forget the nurses and doctors that managed to repair my wounds, but I also realized I had more work to complete before I was finished recovering.

Taffy said, "Before you leave Bea, wait a second and I'll show you Robert's wounds. We've worked hard to keep him safe and comfortable." Taffy lifted my penis and said this area needs special attention. You should have seen it when he came here.

This stunning nursing coop student, Bea, in her first year said, "I'll pass the word on to the powers that be, but with all the geriatrics patients, this will be a pleasant change. Then I saw her blush as she covered her mouth. As we went through the halls and rode an elevator to the ground floor, she said, "Mr. Ford, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Too often, I let my lips get in front of my brain."

Robert replied, "Not to worry, I'd never tell anyone, and I hope you will get to care for me. I'd love to have you bathe me every day like Trish did, and by the way, Bea, I'll take your lip anytime." Bea started to blush, but the youngest of my caretakers squeezed my hand until we entered my new residence, and she rolled me into my private room where she placed her little hand under the sheet and smiled beautifully as she cradled my erection gently. Bea promised to care for me as good as Tracy. And I knew we would become good friends.

 

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I was not particularly excited about the rehab center because of the mostly older patients and no young people other than Bea working that day. As a twenty-one year old, I didn't have much in common with most of the nurses, and I had no friends or relatives beating the doors down to visit me. My parents were still upset that I bought the motorcycle in the first place, and they lived over a thousand miles from me. Their only visits were when I was in the hospital, and having mom and dad seeing me in my birthday suit wasn't enjoyable, particularly when dad said, "You reap what you sow, son." In his defense, I knew he was right, and he apologized before they returned home after I said I'd never ride another motorcycle.

Fortunately, the administrator of the rehab center was a young man who realized I had no one to communicate with every day, so he arranged to have me situated in a private room with young help. Each shift had an RN supervisor, but the worker bees were much younger and some had no nurses training and some were even younger than I. Thankfully, Bea was the person that comforted me in many ways, and I'll always be beholding to her. She selectively told three other new young assistants how to care for me, and they followed her instructions completely. These young attendants were the ones that gently continued the extensive care for my slowly healing wounds that obviously needed cosmetic surgery. They were all compassionate, and that's the one thing I found with nearly all of the help there as they attended to my healing brush burns and deep lacerations all over my front side.

There were three attendants that always cared for applying the meds to my slowly healing penis, and they were the youngest girls. I had to believe they had they been assigned that duty because they had the least seniority or they volunteered, I never knew which. Other than Bea, they weren't the most attractive, and only Bea had a great figure, but they did their best to keep me comfortable for three weeks until I was discharged to my home and assigned a home health organization to look in on me twice a day. I planned to call Bea after I was totally healed, and I hoped she might even stop over to see me one day while I was undergoing home health treatments.

After a week in the hospital and three weeks in the continued care facility adjacent to the hospital, I was anxious to get home. By then, I was contacted by a slew of lawyers wanting to represent me as charges were filed against the man who collided with me and the company that owned the car he was driving. It sounded like he just didn't see me when he turned, and he was charged with failure to yield the right away. Of course, the attorneys felt like there were big bucks in it for them.

I was counseled in the hospital about my insurance and was notified that although I did not find a fault in the accident my insurance company will pay for claims until the charged driver's insurance came to terms. I was told this could take more than a year, but my policy limit of $500,000 would be more than adequate to see you through any potential treatments necessary.

Although I was taken home in an ambulance, a nurse I was assigned was home health care person who would visit me early every morning to provide my treatments and get me up every day, and another would come about 7pm to help me before bedtime. Because I was unable to walk due to the broken leg and the healing cuts and bruises, I was told a different agency will provide food until I was determined able to care for myself. The estimate was four to six weeks for all of those services.

Now I could wear loose fitting clothing, so I had my nurse helped me find something other than the hospital gown I wore when I arrived home. Nancy pulled every pair of shorts from my drawer and I saw a pair I had never worn that were very short and would leave my legs exposed to the air. She helped me off with the gown, and as I struggled to put them on, we noticed they had coarse mesh netting like swimming trunks, and I could tell immediately I couldn't have that next to my body all day long.

Nancy sorted through other shorts as I sat on the bed nude, and she asked what I thought about having her remove the netting because they looked more comfortable and looser than others in the drawer. They also had elastic, which made them easier to put on and take off. I agreed, and she had me lie back and lifted my legs to insert them into the net free comfortable fitting shorts, which weren't so comfortable, and the waistband crossed one of my most severe wounds. We decided to remain nude for a least another week or two until I was less sensitive to anything tight on my body. By the time we struggled to remove the shorts, my penis was beginning to be erect, and I apologized profusely as her face that blushed crimson.

"My husband has one of those just like you, so I'm not worried about it biting, Robert. I've been a nurse for ten years now, and although I blush a little, I blush at everything." I liked her sense of humor, and that's when I decided to start writing a journal. I figured I might need to have details when I need to hire an attorney. Nancy was very helpful as she prepared me to spend the next nine hours alone. She placed all the items she thought I would need close by so I could reach them without messing up my comfortable leather La-Z-Boy chair.

The last duty she performed was having me urinate in the portable urinal as she held and pointed my penis into the large opening at the top, and then she washed and dried the area before she added a few drops of prescription lotion to prevent the bruised area from becoming sore again. I could tell she liked this job as she lingered longer than I felt was necessary and gently tugged multiple times after the shaft had drained completely. She added lotion three times and worked it into the skin with vigor, and before she was finished I was erect again and she was ready to leave but decided to wait until my erection subsided.

"I'm going to place some towels over the chair until you can get up and go to the bathroom alone, Robert. There's too much of a chance you will spill urine on yourself and have to struggle to remove anything attached, so just sit like you are and cover yourself with this half-sheet. If you have a drip when you pee, you could slip the top towel off and still be comfortable. You can cover yourself, with this blanket, but I doubt you'll need it until tonight. The two other people that will visit today know the lock code for the door. If they forget, it's 0221. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Ford.

By now I was really enjoying exposing myself to the multitude of caregivers that had cared for me. I had become pretty expert when I was at the rehab center of positioning myself so others could see me while I faked being asleep. When the lunch lady came at 1pm I heard her very soft tap on the door, but she immediately entered the code and opened the door to find me sleeping soundly and fully exposed with my flaccid penis resting on the white towel between my legs. I heard her stop in her tracks and retreat through the door and knock loudly.

"Yes, who's there?"

"I'm the lunch lady with today's food, Mr. Ford. May I come in?"

I pulled the sheet and covered myself from the waist down, and told her to come in after I was sufficiently covered. Her voice sounded Asian and soft as I heard her enter the code for the second time and enter my apartment. She apparently recovered from her shock as she approached me with a small cooler and explained what was in each container. This woman looked like she was still in her teens as she had very little bosom and was less than five feet tall.

"I have been instructed to stay until you eat lunch and consume a tall drink of water. There are two other containers, one for dinner and the other for breakfast in the morning. I slid down a little lower in the chair, and that allowed the helmet of my penis to be seen if she looked from the correct angle as the sheet slid farther up my body.

I knew she could see me because her face reddened, and she moved her eyes to avoid being seen staring at something she thought she shouldn't see. I carried on a conversation with her as I ate the sandwich and asked her about herself.

"My name is Lin, and I just started this job on Monday. I provide three people meals at lunchtime, and I work preparing meals in the morning. After I'm finished here I deliver lunch to a senior citizen that is unable to prepare her food. I am paid two hours wages to deliver your food and see that the food is consumed, thirty minutes for the second person, and thirty minutes to travel time. I also delivered a meal to another person, but that was only a drop-off without any services provided."

She asked me about my injuries and I explained the motorcycle accident and the last four weeks of being in the hospital and rehab center. She could see the wounds on my legs and chest and said she thought they must be painful, to which I told her they were very itchy and I needed to be careful about tearing the scabs. In the back of my mind, I was planting a seed thinking that perhaps in a day or two she would help relieve my itching.

When she was ready to leave, I rearranged myself as if my position was bothering me, and she kindly asked if I needed help before she departed. I wiggled one more time as I said I could take care of it, and as I wiggled again, my full penis was on display. Quickly, I pulled the sheet down and said I was sorry and turned my head away as if it were an accident and I was ashamed.

"That's ok, Mr. Ford; I'll see you tomorrow. I wish I was qualified to do home health I could be more help to you." I looked at my watch and noticed she stayed a full two hours before pulling the door closed on her way back to the store. Then a new thought entered my mind, and I wondered if I could persuade her to help relieve my itching tomorrow and maybe get one of the nurses to show her what a health professional did for people. I thought this would be a great challenge with a comforting reward in store for me.

I watched TV and took a nap after Lin left that afternoon, and four hours later, about 7pm, I heard Dawn knock on the door. I knew I didn't need to be theatrical for Dawn because she had orders to treat my wounds, and that would allow me to be exposed to her, and that was my new objective. I never felt so bold in my life, and if I was healthier and it was legal, I'd walk down Broadway nude. I never felt as free as when I was exposing myself to my nurses.

Dawn was a tall stout woman in her forties, and she loved being a visiting nurse. Her innate ability to make people feel comfortable was welcomed when she visited people confined to their home during an illness or injury. Very businesslike, she kneeled in front of me and took my blood pressure and temperature before she lowered my privacy sheet.

"My instructions are to check all your wounds to ensure there is no infections present so I need to ask you to lie down on the sofa, or if you don't mind on your bed. First, I need to wash my hands and prepare the medication to apply." She went into the kitchen and washed thoroughly before coming to the bedroom with the medicine and had me lie back while she gave me a complete sponge bath, which she said she would do, every day. She worked her massaging fingers coated the solution gently into my sores, as a full erection developed before her eyes."

I apologized as I saw my sleeping giant gradually increase in size, but she told me this was a normal reaction considering my age and where she was applying the solution. "I need to work this other medication deeply into you penis too, so please let me know if you think you're going to ejaculate. She had a wet washcloth at her side to capture any eruptions. When she finished, I told her about someone that is considering a career in her field, and she wanted to know if she could see exactly what you do during a home health visit. I mentioned, Lin, the Asian girl that delivers my food, and that she feels she would do more good in a health position than delivering food.

Dawn answered, "I'll be happy to show her if you have no objections, but most of my patients are older people that need help after hip or knee surgery. Do you want a young lady exploring your body while you are incapacitated?"

 

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Lin's knock on the door the next day at noon was louder than the first time she came to my door with food, and I called for her to come in. Her task was the same as the day before, and this time, I was covered with my sheet. She told me what she brought, and then she asked me how I was feeling. I explained that in the mornings and in the evenings after the nurses visit me, I'm pretty good, but by noon I begin to itch pretty bad. It just doesn't get better until the next nurse comes again and rubs the meds into my skin. I need to be careful not to scratch too hard or I'll have bigger problems.

Lin's eyes opened wide and she exclaimed, "After you have lunch I'll try to help if you wish, Mr. Ford." That was the exact response I hoped I would hear, and I told her the evening nurse would show you what she does as a home health care professional. "She's really nice, and I think she's probably a good teacher too, Lin."

I finished my sandwich and a small salad with a cup of gelatin, and after Lin cleaned up the leftovers she asked where I itched and if I wanted her help. I admitted I would like her help, but it was way beyond the scope of her business. Maybe she should return about 6:45pm if she had the time.

"Yes, of course, I'll be back, but I want to help you now too, Mr. Ford. Is it your front that bothers you so much?" She gently lifted my sheet and removed it to the small table beside my chair, leaving me totally nude in front of a beautiful nineteen-year-old petite Asian. I brought some soothing salve we use at home. It's made in China, but I think it is very effective reducing the dreaded itch. "May I please try it?"

Just the thought of her little fingers applying salve on my chest, groin and penis was thrilling for me as she asked if she could begin on my upper leg, which seemed to be the most healed. She placed a glob of salve, which her parents had used for years, on my leg sores and very gently massaged it in until there was a sheen covering the entire area. She spent nearly ten minutes circling the scabs from the perimeter, working her way to the center until they were permeated with a paste-like over-the-counter product with a Chinese label. When she finished with my leg her sharply focused eyes met mine and she asked if it felt better, and I had to admit it hadn't felt so good since my accident.

Nest, she started at the top of my chest and very gradually worked her way toward my throbbing cock with its veins full of pulsing blood and plainly visible from our eyes. Three times before she finished with my stomach and groin scabs and deep cuts, she stopped to take a Kleenex to remove the dollop of semen leaking from my urethra.

Mr. Ford, we have a special cream for red areas like you have here as she touched several spots on my penis with her index finger. You will find it has a cooling effect, like menthol, and it will expand the skin cells to their largest size. That permits more saturation and a speedier healing process. May I use it, please? I agreed, and as she squeezed the light blue cream from a toothpaste-like container I could feel the chilling effect and actually see my penis becoming a more neutral skin color, but I couldn't confirm it was larger. I believe my penis was already at its maximum blood capacity.

"Mr. Ford," she started before I interrupted and asked her to call me, Robert. It just didn't sound right having an attractive young woman calling me by such a formal name as she worked on my fully extended penis. "Robert, I need to continue massaging you for several minutes to work the material inside to the dermis where the healing begins. I expect you may ejaculate, so please give me some warning so we don't make a mess. Not once, but two times I ejaculated as Lin continued to lather me with the newly applied soft cream that she added as necessary. Never once did my erection die until after she was finished and starting to pack her bags after washing her hands.