Healing Hands E1 | I needed a hand after breaking my arm

Everyone is over the age of 18

Hey everyone! Something new and perhaps short here. Do you guys remember Antonio? Maybe only the original readers know! If you want, you can learn a bit about our maintenance guy here.

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I knew that fucking ladder looked shady as fuck, but my big head and I had to give it a try anyways. 

A fractured arm and a broken foot. Fuck my life. All that to fix some old lady’s goddamn light. My boss is definitely going to be paying for this after I get out of here.

I was still fuming in the hospital room when the nurse pulled open the curtain. Wearing the classic green slacks, this kid looks like he graduated from nursing school yesterday. His hair is coiffed nicely backwards, and I wonder if he's ever worked a day in his life. 

“Hi! I'm Tobias. Toby, if you want. I'm one of the nurses that will be taking care of you.”

“How old are you?” I ask him bluntly. I meant no offense, but with the pain I'm enduring right now, I didn't want an amateur jabbing needles inside me. 

Toby gives me a little smile as he checks my IV drip. “25. And you, Mr. Suarez –”

“Antonio is fine.” I interrupted him. “When can I get some food?” 

He looks down at my casted arm and foot and says, “I'll get it as soon as possible.” 

After he came back with a tray of food, I apologized to him for being rude. The painkillers had kicked in during the wait and I have started to accept the reality of what's happened. It’s shitty, but it’s not his fault what happened to me. 

“I'm sorry for being a clown,” I say as I awkwardly eat with my left hand. It was harder to coordinate than I thought. 

“It's alright. We’re used to it! Everyone comes in here having a hard time.” Toby takes the fork from me and starts to feed me. Up close, his boyish features are cute and I could also see the experience in his eyes. He’s just one of the twinks that are never going to grow out of it.

“So I take it you had a nasty fall?” Toby says while holding a fork full of food to my lips. 

“Mmm..” I mumble quickly in between bites. It's embarrassing to be fed as a grown man, but at least it's going quickly. At this point, I'm too hungry to care.  

“Alright Antonio,” he wipes my mouth with a napkin, “I will see you in a bit. Just press the button on the remote if you need something and I'll come back sooner.” 

“Wait, hold on.” I swallow what's left in my mouth. “Can you help me get to the bathroom before you go? I don't want to use the pan. It's just No. 1.”

“Sure,” he says with a little shrug as he moves the tray out of the way. 

“I'm a heavy guy, ok?” I wince as I move my injured limbs. 

“I'm stronger than I look,” Toby grunts as he puts my arms around his shoulder. We hobbled over to the bathroom with some effort, both of us breaking out in a bit of a sweat. 

“Thanks,” I say as I straighten out the ugly hospital robe they put me in.  “I think I'm good now.” 

“Most patients sit,” he says. “Even for No. 1. I'll wait outside so just call me if you need me.” 

Knowing that I would have a hard time getting up from the toilet by myself if I sat, I decided to chance it with standing. Leaning against the wall with my good hand, I quickly realized it was impossible to get my dick out of the robe with my fractured arm. 

I take a deep sigh of defeat and then call out, “Hey Toby?”  

“Yeah,” he says as he walks back in. He understands the situation as soon as he sees it and he doesn’t make me ask. 

I look forward at the wall as he stands behind me and hikes up my hospital gown, and I feel the cool air hit my exposed legs. I tried to use my good hand to aim, but it hurt too much to balance on my broken foot. 

“I got you,” he says softly. His warm hand touched my flaccid cock lightly and aimed it towards the toilet bowl. His other hand flattens against my stomach to hold up the gown. 

I try to piss, but am heavily distracted by the feel of his smooth forearm on my skin. That, combined with his light grip on my cock is making it impossible to let go. 

“Sorry, I ….”

“Not something you do every day, I know. Just pretend I'm not here.” 

How could I? The longer we stood there together, the more details I noticed about him. 

The light pressure of his small body pushing up against my back with his arms wrapped around me. 

The heat of his arm in a horizontal line across from my stomach. 

The delicate touch on my cock as he holds it away from my body. 

All these sensations are causing my body to react. I start to feel the uncontrollable process of getting hard with this cute boy’s fingers wrapped around my dick. 

“Maybe I don't need to go after all,” I say, looking for a way out of the situation before he’s left holding my boner in his hand.

“Don't be silly,” he says softly behind me. “Don't worry, this happens to a lot of guys.” 

Are his fingers moving?

It isn't enough for me to really be sure, because my cock is growing so quickly that it could be just him readjusting his grip as my dick changed shapes. Regardless of what the reasoning was, his shifting fingers gave my cock good enough arguments for it to get fully hard. 

“Just let it go, Antonio. It's okay, I'm not judging you.” 

I push strongly and the stream of piss finally comes out of me. It hits the back of the toilet first, because of the straight-ahead angle my boner is naturally at. 

“Shit!” I find it hard to cut off the stream now that it’s started.

“Hallelujah!” Toby says behind me. 

“Oh!” I grunt as he pushes my hard cock downwards so the stream hits the water. 

Pssssssssssssssssssssssstt

“You really needed to go. It could've been bad if you let me leave before you went.” He giggles cutely behind me at my endless stream. 

It feels harder to piss it all out with the hard-on and my steam became interrupted jets of liquid near the end.

Psst!

Psst!

Pssst! 

I sigh, pushing my stomach up against his arm around me. “I think I'm done.” 

“Alright. Just gonna clean you up here…” He waves my hard-on, shaking off with the droplets of pee from the head. Then he grabs a square of toilet paper and dabs the tip lightly with it. 

It feels humbling to be taken care of like this, but it also feels powerful to be serviced so attentively. Whichever way I was feeling more, it didn't help soften me up. 

He lowers my gown back down and we hobble back to the bed together.

“Next time, you'll get one of my pretty nurse colleagues,” Toby says as he turns to leave. “Sandra is a fan-favorite.”

“Don't swing that way.” I shrug, then immediately regret doing that with my injured arm. 

He turns back to look at me for a second, like he might say something. Then he walks out without doing so, and I check out his tight twink ass in those ugly slacks.