Early doctors and nurses - hospital awakenings

As I was growing up I had to spend a lot of time in hospital having operations on my legs and up to my waist in plaster of Paris.

In those far off days nurses wore proper uniforms. Usually a three-quarter length stiff uniform dress with starched white collars and caps, starched white aprons that seemed to crack as they moved about their duties and black stockings (yes, real fully fashioned stockings) and black shoes. The senior ward nurse (Si-ister) was always strict about uniform.

The colour of the uniform dress defined the grade of nurse and her belt colour showed her rank within her grade. And always a filigree silver buckle was worn which was often an heirloom. These were nurses with a pedigree. They were well brought up, well spoken, intelligent and educated.

Being a boy of a certain age, old enough just not to be placed in an adult ward, I was interested in girls (and boys too, but that's another story...) and who were similar to my female siblings in age and maturity. I was certainly aware of the sexual possibilities that could arise (sic) during my stay within the limitations imposed by my limited mobility.

Before the operation and the application of the plaster I was always assisted in the bath, to make sure I didn't drown I suppose! I vividly remember enjoying these sessions. I was always instructed to make sure that I carefully washed my privates, which of course I always did by standing up and carefully cleaning my little cock and balls with a soapy face cloth. The doing the same to by bottom. My pubic hair was just starting to grow and I had little pale bush of thin hair around the base of my cock. Often times I would end up semi-erect by the end of bath time. Nurse would rub me down with a scratchy towel which I enjoyed very much. I think it was the personal attention I got that I enjoyed. Sometimes there would be one or two others in the bath with me, this was always fun for us all after the serious medical business of the day.

After bath time comes bed time naturally. At home this was always my favourite time as my br-o-ther and I could go to our room and masturbate together until we ran dry. Or suck each each others little almost hairless cocks and little smooth balls in delicious 69 sessions until somnolence took over. No one bothered us in our room unless invited when we closed the door. But what was I to do in hospital, in a ward full of other patients and adults around all over the place?

There were two answers, one was to go to the toilets and masturbate in the cubicles and the second was to wait until well into the night when all was quiet and masturbate under the sheets as quietly as possible, perhaps pretending to be dreaming. My sperm such as it was then would stain the sheet or stick my pyjamas to my belly. I never thought about it then but surely someone will have noticed the stained sheets. But being a hospital I suppose stained sheets were the norm.

My masturbation fantasy at these times always involved the nurses in their starched uniforms, crackling white aprons and black stockings, masturbating me in my bed. All the while I using my hand up their uniform dress to caress their stockinged thighs and stimulate their exposed cunts. They never wore panties of course unless they were black, lacy, French knickers which could be easily moved aside. Best of all was the fantasy where two nurses helped masturbate me. One working on my cock and balls while the other caressed my back and bum ensuring a sweet stimulus of my anus. I always shot my cum load onto the breast of their starched white apron. The tell tale dark pools of my wet sperm spreading out across their bosoms. They were never naked in my fantasy, they were always in their beautiful clean and starched uniforms. How a lad of my age knew all this is again, another story.

So the big day arrived and I was made ready for the operation. I relished the opportunity to be naked for a nurse again. Firstly I was carefully bathed by the nurse, who cleaned my privates for me, a most memorable occasion. She dried me down thoroughly then helped me into an operation gown. This is a backless robe made of thin cotton and tied with tags across the back. It was pure white and I looked quite angelic except for my semi-erect penis bulging slightly at the front.

Then I had to go back to bed to be given my pre-med which is a kind legal high, I remember feeling quite dreamy but fully aware at the same time. Which is an odd feeling. Naturally my fantasies floated through my brain and my cock responded producing a wonderfully proud erection. I wanted everyone to see my beautiful cock large and proud with it's purple head sitting atop. I slid my operation gown up exposing my waist down. My erection lifted the bedclothes to a noticeable bulge. But this wasn't enough for me. Despite it being daylight and the ward full of the usual people, in my dream state I pushed down my bed clothes ensuring anyone could see my fully erect penis.

Very soon one of the nurses noticed that I had exposed myself to all and sundry. She came to my bed and drew the curtains around so that I was hidden from everyone. I don't remember what she said, but I do remember her lovely smile. She drew down my white gown which then looked like a bell tent with my cock as the central pole. Then she used her hand to squeeze the head of my cock very tightly. It seemed to last for several minutes to me but I was in a medicated state don't forget. This action eventually made my cock relax to normal size. Then she covered me over with my bed clothes. The next thing I remember is waking up back in bed after the operation, up to my waist in plaster of Paris.

I don't know if these experiences affected my sexual proclivities or not, but later in life I spent 3 years living in a nurses home and worked in hospitals for all of my career. So when I was grown up, I spent all of my time in hospitals. ;)