Self-Service E2 | It's my duty as a nurse to make him feel better X Healing Hands

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Everyone burns out from being an ER nurse eventually. That's my theory anyway. After one too many double shifts and a lot of anxiety, I finally decided to take the plunge and pull the plug. I found a temporary job of being a home nurse a couple days later. 

A lot of my job included helping seniors with this and that, but there are also some strange cases that you might not have thought of. 

For example, today, I had to go to a college guy’s place. He burned both of his hands so he needed help with care. So that's where this story begins… 

“Hi,” I looked down at my folder to double check, “Paxton. I'm Toby, your home health nurse.” 

Paxton raises his two bandaged hands up at me sheepishly. “Hey man. Thanks for coming. Sorry, I'm sure you have better things to do than this.”  

“Yeah, of course. Sorry you don't get my pretty coworker Jessica.” That's my classic joke when I have to care for men. It seems to relax them about another man getting all up in their business. “So, you want to tell me the story of what happened? Both hands is a little unusual.” 

“I had some late night munchies and I really wanted to bake that pie…”

“Alright, I've heard enough.” I laugh as I shuffle my papers around. “Let's see what's on the agenda today… When was the last time you took a shower?” 

The smile disappeared from Paxton’s face. What's interesting about people with injured hands is that they never know what to do with them. Nervous people usually put their hands in their pockets, but that wasn’t going to happen today.

“Remember what I said about how I’m sorry that Jessica couldn't make it? Blonde bombshell.” Paxton chuckles nervously at my joke. “Look, the first time is the most awkward, but you don't need to be ashamed of needing help. It's literally my job.” 

He nods at me. “It's been about a day.” 

“So, you want to do it sooner or later?” I ask. It's a rhetorical question because I want him to shower before I change his bandages.

He let out a big sigh before getting up. I put on my gloves before I follow him down the hallway. He's able to pull off his gown himself and I take it from him. 

“This is so fucking awkward,” Paxton says agitatedly. He climbs into the tub and faces the wall. His butt cheeks are clenched tightly from stress. 

“I could start with your back, but eventually you will have to turn around,” I remind him as I turn on the water. Testing the stream to see if it is warm enough, I splash his ankles and calves. 

“I feel like I'm in prison.” He jumps as the stream goes between his cheeks. “You know the first part where they have to shower in front of the guards.” 

“If you turn around, it's less awkward. I don’t want to be staring at your butt either.” I chuckle as I move the water up to his back. “Lift your hands so they don't get wet.” 

Paxton lifts both arms up and turns around at the same time. I spray down his chest and then turn off the water. 

“Alright. I'm going to put some soap on you now.” I hang up the shower head and lather up some soap in my hands. “You ticklish?” 

“No.” He squirms anyway as I soap up his underarms. He seems to relax as I move onto his long arms. Moving my hands silently, I lather the soap into his slim and lightly hairy chest. He turns around automatically and I run my bubbly hands over his back. 

“I'm going to move downwards now.” I give him a warning as I squeeze more body soap into my hands. Not getting any reaction, I massage the liquid onto his tight butt cheeks. They're so tense. 

“Oh hey uh… what's your name again??” 

I spread the bubbles down his legs. “Toby. Okay, turn around now.”

“I can't…”

“Paxton, I'm a professional nurse. I've seen it all,” I reassure him and lightly rotate his hips. 

“It's just been,” Paxton turns around, “a couple days.” 

Jesus, that's a long cock. 

I put on my best professional face and ignore the horse cock boner in front of my face. Lathering the soap furthering in my hands, I scrub his pubic hair first and then slowly grab his shaft. 

This is a two-hander. It stiffens up further in my hand as I rub him gently. 

“I need to get your anus.” His dick is literally throbbing in my hands. “Is that alright?” 

“Yeah.” His voice trembles. I reach back and slide my slippery hand in his crack and rub as delicately as I could. His cock bounces in my grip as I clean the tip with my other palm. “Ah fuck…” 

“Just a little rinse and we’re all done.” I hope I'm not blushing. I take off my gloves and throw them in the garbage. Then, I grab the shower head and rinse him off, trying not to stare at the super long hard cock in front of me. 

He never went back soft. Poor guy must be way backed up. I towel dried him after and got another feel of that rock-hard python underneath the fabric. 

“Do you have another gown?” I ask him. 

“In my room.” 

I hang up the towel before I follow him to his bedroom. He awkwardly maneuvers himself into laying down on the bed without his hands. 

Still so hard. 

“In here?” I point at the drawer. 

“No, it's in the closet.” His long cock points straight up in the air. “Hey Toby, dude I'm going to be so fucking weird right now but can you do me a favour?” 

“Yeah, as long as it's in my pay grade.” I sneak another peek of his erection as I walk past. Even though I just dried him, the tip is dripping again. 

“All you have to do is push up my legs.” 

What? I stop in my tracks and give him a quizzical look. 

“Just push up my legs and I'll do the rest.” His eyes look at his desperate hard-on. 

“I don't understand,” I say honestly. “What do you mean?” 

“Come here.” Paxton motions with his head. He scootches up the bed until he’s sitting up against the headboard. “Okay, put your hands under my knees?” 

I climb on the bed and do as he asks.

“More.” I push on his legs. He's skinny but his long legs are still heavy. “More!” I grunt until I succeed in pushing them further. The weight is relieved once he wraps his forearms behind his knees. “More!” His knees go past his ears. 

Oh fuck. 

“I'm so sorry. I have to do this.” Paxton flashes me an apologetic look and then lunges forward. 

“Oh my god!” I almost let go when he shoves half his long dick into his mouth. 

“Mmmm,” he lets out a moan that sounds like it's been stuck in him forever. “Mmm….mmm…mmmm…”

Slurp… slurp… slurp…

How is this… possible…? 

I've let go a little bit due to the shock, but Paxton just keeps lurching forward to suck his own dick. He completely folds himself in half to keep his lengthy meat in his mouth. 

Slurp… slurp… slurp…

“Tuhbe” 

Slurp… slurp… slurp…

I push up on his legs again and he succeeds in deep throating himself. I lean my body weight against him to prop his legs up. 

“MMmMM…MMMMm….mmmm,” Paxton whimpers loudly suddenly. I look down to see his ballsack pulsing rapidly. 

Is he? Oh my god, he is. I can see the contractions. 

“Oh….” He opens his mouth big enough to make a sound and I take it as a sign to let his legs down. They come down with a crash on the bed. “Oh my god…. oh…”

“I…” I grab the fresh gown and fumble with it. His rod of a cock leaks out white fluid and I instinctively wipe it. 

“OHHH!!!” Paxton's head thrashes in the pillow and his legs flail as well. “OH! Oh! Oh!”

Fuck, he's still cumming. 

“Oh...Oh…Oh…” His cock twitches under the barrier of the fabric. I dry him off as quickly as I can with the writhing and then I take the gown off his crotch.

“I'll put this in the wash,” I say nervously. Jesus, he's going to see my boner through these slacks. I can get fired for this. I can lose my license over this. 

“Toby, wait,” he says breathlessly. I stop halfway out of the door and look back at the naked man. His once steel-hard cock is now limp. “Thank you. Seriously. I was going crazy.” 

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