Submitted by thespian6575 last October 13th 2007, 02:10 AM

Category: Sex Stories

I was serving time in an Army hospital as recovering patient. Since I was ambulatory I was given duties to assist the overburdened staff. I helped those who were bed ridden, and while I occasionally dispensed meds, I was usually helping distribute meals, water, or help the guys with personal care.

The place was becoming loaded with orthopedic patients returning from places of action, and often the patients were in casts or strange wired hanging contraptions that looked more like they were intended for torture than for healing.

One of the duties was helping bedridden patients sponge bath themselves. This actually amounted more to distributing hot water basins and towels and later collecting them. But there were several of the patients who had one or both arms in casts or in support frameworks and they required more help since they could do little for themselves.

It was in this role that I first met Matthew. He had both legs in a support rig and one arm in a cast. He needed daily help with both bathing and shaving. Of course he also needed bedpans, which I handled. He could usually feed himself, but since he was in a private room, I sometimes stopped by to make sure he was feeding himself okay. Often, it was just conversation while he ate.

He was the first person I had ever had to help shave. It was really weird. It is totally different from shaving yourself and while not difficult it seemed intensely personal. I would lather up his chin and cheeks and get real close to start shaving him. He couldn't easily talk much while I was doing it, but I was very aware that I was in his 'personal space'. Though I was focusing on the razor, I was also watching his skin react - and glancing at his eyes.

Every guy knows that the razor does best if you are shaving against the direction the hair grows out. So I had initially had to stroke his chin and neck a little and asked him which direction he usually shaved in different places on his face and neck. Having him lean his head back so I could get at his neck or wrinkle his nose a little so I could get above his lip... they were just intensely personal things - certainly without being sexual at all.

But sometimes when your eyes make a certain connection - particularly when you have already crossed some invisible 'personal space' boundary - it dances beyond 'personal' and elements of it become sensual. I noticed that when my sleeve would brush his upper arm while working around his face, his arm would get goose bumps. Sometimes his eyes would linger on me too long. Maybe that's what they call gaydar today. I don’t know. It just seemed that I was getting signals that he enjoyed the skin contact and it was more than mechanical.

Though he could pretty much bathe himself one-handed, there were obviously places he had trouble getting to, so I would occasionally do a little more for him. After shaving him I would apply aftershave but then would sometimes help him wash his hair or wash his feet (hard for him to reach since they were up in traction). Sometimes after he bathed himself I would powder him lightly and give a short massage. I also spent time on his feet and lower legs, since he couldn't give them much attention himself. He wasn't ticklish, but seemed to love the attention I paid to his lower limbs. I must admit that I enjoyed powdering down and rubbing his chest too - and paying just a little innocent attention to his nipples, bringing then to attention with a few light swipes across the tips.

We would talk quietly while I attended to him, and one evening after supper, almost lights out, I had come in to offer a late rubdown (these usually happened during the late morning but I had been too busy that day). Everything was quiet in the hall so I pushed the door around and started in. His pajama top was modified anyway because of the cast, so I untied it and laid it back and started out with lotion on his upper chest, shoulders and arms. He seemed tense, so I worked the muscles a little and spent time on his arms as well. I worked my way down his free arm and started kneading his hand and working on each finger. As I worked with his palm and fingers I could feel them respond and lightly curl to stroke my hands in return.

I laid his arm down and started working up the arm to his shoulder, then across his sternum to the other shoulder and upper arm above the cast. As I leaned in, the fingers of the hand I had just been working on started a little exploration of their own. He cupped the hand so that his wrist and the back of his hand brushed against my groin, and started rubbing me back a little as I stroked his muscles. My fingers made patterns on his chest, circling his nipples and tracing the line of light hair that led down to and circled his navel.

My hands were playing his torso as if it were an instrument and we were making music together. My strokes became lighter as I tried new and different touches on this 'instrument'. Even in the dim light I could see his skin react to my touch... as my fingers moved across his body they left a trail of goose bumps or the small hairs of his chest and belly would stand upright as my fingers teased his skin, with as light a touch as possible. Quietly the intensity of our 'music' increased... I glanced from his belly up to his eyes and they were glued to mine, as if he were relishing my visual enjoyment of his body. I could hear his breathing now... and felt attuned to even the pulsing of his heartbeat.

The fingers of his hand reached tentatively out to the damp spot that was appearing on my pajamas and started to explore. I noticed that a similar damp spot and bulge was growing in his pajama bottoms as well. My fingers dropped down to make swipes against the string ties that made up the belt of his pajama bottoms, and I pulled the bowknot to release it. There was a visually teasing gap that opened in the fly beneath the string, and near the damp spot the glistening tip of his cock peeked out, almost like it was seeking permission to come out of hiding.

I ran my hands down his belly, playing with his navel and then down into the waiting bush of pubic hair. I pushed the 'jama bottoms open, revealing more of his erect shaft while his fingers explored my fly opening and invited my throbbing rod out into the open... as if introducing it to his own. My fingers ran down into his bush, pushing under his rod and raising it up a little. It dripped on the back of my hand. I leaned over to inspect it better with one hand while my other hand reached down and cupped his balls. He was moaning slightly now, and his fingers grasped my shaft as if making it his own and telegraphing to me what he wanted done to his own.

Given the physical restrictions of the traction setup, we couldn't minister to each other simultaneously, so I backed my hips away from his grasp in order to lean over further and lick his throbbing cock like a lollipop, tonguing it up from the base to the tip; then pressing my lips against the underside of the glands to alternately kiss and lick it. Still tickling and lightly massaging his ball sac, I took the head delicately into my mouth. He gasped and arched his hips as I did so. I didn't let him push into my mouth but took him slowly further in then back out to the tip again. I repeated this several times to let him get used to the heat of my mouth.

As I backed off, I would purse my lips around but hovering over the tip I would suck air into my mouth, drawing cooler air over the tip. Then I engulfed the tip and head in my mouth again and taking him a little deeper each time. I had some trouble and gagged a little when the head started pushing against the back of my throat. I closed my lips around the shaft and tried swallowing, creating a little suction action that pulled him a little further in. After swallowing a few times like that, the base of my tongue made room for and pulled in his shaft, pushing the head tightly up against the open back of my throat.

He was making groaning noises and had his good hand on my head, trying to push into me. The fingers of my one hand ran over his chest and continued to tweak his nipples while my other hand explored under his balls to trace the line back toward his butt. About halfway between his nut sac and his butt hole the puckered line of skin seemed to get real tender and when I rubbed it I could feel the vein on the underside of his cock pulse stronger. His panting, the throbbing of his cock told me he was getting close.

He started tensely whispering, "I'm close, man. I'm real close!" There was no need to warn me. I could feel the head start to swell as he pounded deeper into my throat. His hand had been stroking my head and alternately pulling my hair and pushing my head down on his rod, but as he neared climax he reached out and grasped to reach for my cock. I pushed it to within his reach and he grabbed on and started stroking me in time to his own pulses as he shot spurt after spurt into my throat. I shot all over the side of the bed just after he did, but I kept my mouth locked on to his cock.

Feeling his head might be real tender just after shooting (I know mine is) I stopped the tongue action and just held him in my mouth. He stayed hard for several minutes, and when he started losing the firmness of his erection I slowly raised my mouth off of him. I not only cleaned up the area a little but also decided he deserved a little more of a sponge bath before settling down completely for the night. We connected a few more times during our respective stays there, and one time even managed some workable 69 action with me lying beside him on the bed.