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Hospital Stroking

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by NCeddie About 7 p.m, a male nursing assistant who was probably in his late forties came into the room. He had with him a box and a metal rod. I started feeling nervous. He put the box down on the chair and attached the rod to the corner of the bed�s footboard. He smiled and asked, �Have you ever had an enema before?� I replied, �No, I guess this is going to be a new adventure for me!� He explained to me what an enema was and told me that often enemas were given with the patient lying on one side, but that he usually put the patient on his back. And because I had been having some pain in my side, being on my back would probably reduce the possibility of any cramping and not trigger the pain to start up. He said he was going to give me probably four to eight enemas, or until the outflow ran clear. From the box he took out a large clear plastic bag that was open on one end. There was a flap on it with a hole in it for hanging it on the hook on the rod he had attached to the footboard. On the other end of the bag there was attached a long clear plastic tube. A couple of feet from the end of the tube, he attached a kind of spring clamp and clamped it shut. Then he turned to the sink and filled the bag with warm water. From his uniform pocket he took out a packet of glycerin, which he said was a mild cleaning agent like soap. He poured this into the bag of water and hung the bag on the rod. Next, he removed a firm cylindrical pillow from the box. He wrapped a bath towel around it and laid it on the bed table beside of me. He then pulled my bed sheet all the way down to the foot of the bed, slid my hospital gown up above my waist and palpitated my abdomen. Then he had me raise my knees and he placed the cylindrical pillow under my hips. Next he put on gloves, and took a tube of K-Y from the box. He put some K-Y along the length of one of his fingers and laid the tube on the table. He then pushed and held my scrotum out from between my legs, and with his free hand he applied the lube to my rectum, inserting his finger all the way in several times. I was feeling less nervous now as my attention was being claimed by feelings of arousal at being handled and looked at by this man. From the box he took out a white nozzle sealed in plastic. He opened it and attached it to the end of the hose from the bag. The nozzle was about 5 inches long, and was almost an inch thick in the middle of it, tapering down in each direction. He smeared K-Y all over it. He stepped back to the side of the bed. He was holding the nozzle with his left hand and with his right hand, he again pushed my scrotum up and back, and pressed the nozzle between my legs. He said, �Take slow deep breaths and try to relax the muscle between your legs and the nozzle should slide in with no discomfort.� I did as he said and with a few twisting motions he slid the nozzle all the way into my rectum. Then he extended two fingers of his right hand downward to hold the nozzle in place and readjusted his hand so that my testicles were cupped under his palm and the heel of his hand rested on the base of my penis which was lying across my pubic area. With his free hand, he took hold of the clamp on the tubing. He said, �Now I am going to start letting the water flow in. You may feel some discomfort at first until your body adjusts to the feel of the water flowing. I will be stopping and starting the flow until the bag is empty. Let me know if you feel any pain or cramping and I will stop the flow until it passes.� I did not feel any real discomfort. I could sense the rectal area getting full and then my intestines started filling up. I could hear and feel gurgling sensations as my abdomen started swelling from the pressure as the fullness increased. As he stopped and started the flow, he would readjust his fingers against the base of the nozzle. When he did that, the heel of his hand would shift and rock against the base of my penis and it started swelling. Soon, my penis was rock hard. I shifted my hips slightly and pressed the base of my hard penis briefly against his hand. At that point, he pressed down hard on it with the heel of his hand a couple of quick times, and said, �Don�t worry about getting an erection. It happens sometimes to guys because the water makes the rectum expand and increases sensitivity down there and it presses against your prostate and the flow of water stimulates it� even more, because you are lying on your back. Just relax and enjoy it.� When all the water was in me, he pulled the nozzle out with a quick twisting motion. He laid the nozzle in a little pan he had set on the foot of the mattress. Then he removed the pillow from under me and told me to straighten my legs out and tighten up to hold in the water. Then he said, �Now I am going to lightly massage your abdomen so the water will shift around and in all the crooks and turns of the intestines.� For me, that became quite erotic, as he moved his hands around on my swollen, sensitive abdomen, pressing here and there, and bumping into my tight erection with his arm. He would grip my penis and pull it up out of his way whenever he massaged my lower abdomen. My stiff penis would throb in his grip when he ran his fingertips through my pubic hair. And all the time, I was flexing and tightening the muscle between my legs to keep the water inside me. After about 10 minutes, he stopped. He pulled a tissue from the box on the nightstand. Then he gripped my penis, which by now was so hard it was aching, and began wiping the tip of it, "You're leaking some pre-cum here," he said as he wiped all aroud the swollen head of my penis. "Be careful that you don't do anything to cause an ejaculation, or your muscle between your legs will have contractions and the enema solution will escape," he continued. Then he told me to hold the water in for a few more minutes and then get up and let it out in the bathroom. He also told me not to flush afterwards as he had to check the color of the water. He pulled the hospital gown tightly back down over my hips. My erection stood up and quivered as the taut material slid over it. He put his hand on it and said, "I better pull the sheet up too." Then as he left the room, he told me to buzz the nurse�s station whenever I was finished and back in bed. I lay there, feeling all that fullness in my rectum. I put my knees up and lifted the sheet and tugged the gown up so I could see my penis. I wondered about what he had said. I reached down to it and stroked the shaft lightly. Then I stroked my swollen penis more and more firmly, testing my anal muscle. I quickly felt as if I might cum. I thought I was going to lose the enema solution, so I bolted for the toilet. As the solution gushed out of me, my erection slackened some. By the time I was done and back in bed, my penis was only semi-erect but it felt good all the same. I buzzed the nurses station for his return. While waiting, I reached down under my gown and stroked my penis back up to a rigid hard-on. When the nursing assistant returned and pushed up my gown to position me on the pillow as before, I noticed the wide-eyed stare he was giving my erection. "Sorry, I thought sure you would cum when you released the enema solution." "No," I said, "but it was a pleasurable sensation." As, he began the second enema, I gave in to the pleasurable side of it completely and decided I might as well enjoy all the �manhandling� I was being subjected to and not even pretend otherwise� just started making little off-hand remarks about my �swollen condition� and referring to the inflowing enema water as the �tide coming in.� He had positioned the heel of his hand at the base of my erection, as before, but this time he rocked the heel of his hand against the base, almost non-stop while delivering the enema. I was rock-hard and enjoying every minute of the stimulating attention. When, at last, the enema was all in me, he again massaged my abdoman. Every time he moved or gripped my rigid penis, he now squeezed it and gave it a slight stroke with the fingers curled around it. He paused several times to wipe the pre-cum off of it. In all, he gave me seven enemas. Each time, my erect penis received a little more direct attention. When the last enema was over, and he had put away all the equipment, he said he thought I might be feeling a little raw and tender �down there� (which I was) so he took out a tube of some aloe-based gel from his pocket, put on a glove and started applying the gel between my legs and up inside my rectum. When he finished, he tossed the glove and pressed around my abdomen some, asking if I felt any discomfort. I said there was none. But he continued pressing around my lower abdomen. He nudged my erection, lifted it up from my abdomen and said, �I imagine this thing is feeling some discomfort now since you�ve had so many erections during the enemas.� I agreed that there was discomfort. Then he smiled a little and said, �Well, it�s not standard procedure, but if you want, I can massage you in a way that will relieve you from the discomfort.� I said, �Go ahead, I need the relief.� He didn�t say anything else, but helped me slide my hips closer to the foot of the bed. He, then positioned my heels against the edge of the low footboard. He stood at the foot of the bed, put on a pair of gloves, rubbed some K-Y on his hands and proceeded to massage me from my inner thighs to my belly and everything in between. Eventually his massaging focused entirely on my erection and pubic area. Soon he said, �Are you ready to get some results from this massage?� I said I was ready. He spread the washcloth over my belly, applied some K-Y directly onto my aching, red penis. And then he really got down to business. He gripped my penis with both hands, and stroked it vigorously, working his thumbs over the sensitive spot on the underside of the shaft. I soon produced plenty of �results� all over the washcloth. Seeing it happen, he remarked, �Man, you really needed that didn�t you!� I was too tired and relaxed and satisfied to do anything but nod in agreement. Neither of us said anything else while he bathed my penis and genital region, dried me off and sprinkled on a little powder. He pulled my gown down, pulled the sheet up and said, �All done.� As he turned to leave, I opened my eyes and said, �By the way, Thanks for that.� He turned at the doorway, said �Sure thing!� and made the OK sign with his fingers, and winked. Then he left the room.