By: Sorority2

This is a story with some reality, some fantasy, and I'll let you guess what is what! This is for every lady who fantasizes about the men she cares for online.

I had been corresponding with Brent for about a year now. We discussed our work, the weather, what we loved, our philosophies on life, but he never discussed the really personal stuff.

He had just gotten divorced when we began writing. He talked about meeting at first, but knowing I was tied down to this area, and he lived in a neighborhing state, and also that he was newly divorced, I declined. He never once talked about his divoorce. He is my only male internet friend who never overtly discusses sex. Brent is a OB/GYN. He would sometimes say something about hearing women complain about having pap smears all day. I said, hey if they are my age, don't believe it that its a big deal. Some of my friends kid that its the closest to sex they have had in a long time. Then he would start saying that you can tell if the woman is aroused, because she feels hot to the touch...

Anyhow, my fantasies about Brent have helped me through some lonely hours.. and I'm very fond of him. One Thursday evening, he came on and IM'ed me about 10PM, and said he was in the hospital! He said he had had an emergency appendectomy that morning, and was a little woozy right now, and that he was being discharged tomorrow afternoon. He said he had no idea how he would manage alone, and said this is one of those times he missed his wife. I was surprised to hear him say that. I said "Isn't that an awfully short stay after surgery? " He said thats how they do it today, they expect you to get help at home, or just manage. ..

I asked him how he got a computer? He said the nurses let him sign on at the nurses station. Doctors have their privileges I guess. I took a deep breath...I said "what you need is a private nurse!" "Oh, " he chuckled" we don't have too many of those around here, but one of my clinic nurses offered to check in on me,, but I told her no." "You know Brent,, my weekend is free,, I'm about four hours away,, I could come after work on Friday. I'd be there about 10PM. I promise I'll take good care of you, and not take advantage of you!" I could stay til Sunday afternoon.

long pause.."Oh, Cindy,, I wouldn't put you out like that..". "No, really Brent, I'd love to do it. My husband and sisters have had appendectomies, so I have some idea... and I take directions well!!" "Well,,, the house is a mess,...." he worried aloud. "Brent, I can fix meals for you, get your laundry done, help you with the bandaging, all that.. give me directions "....So under his groggy and vulnerable state, he gave me directions.

I was distracted at work the next day, thinking about meeting him in person. I also kept reminding myself that he had not expressed any romantic feelings about me, and was in pain, and that in fairness I could be caring, but not sexual with him. I arranged for someone to take care of my dog for the weekend, and quickly packed after work. I knew this guy had a sense of humor, and couldn't resist packing these white summer pants with a big white shirt,, with a nurses uniform feel. I packed the homemade soup I made late Thursday night in a travel container, as well as my favorite nightgown and robe, and grabbed an oral and rectal thermometer... A doctor should have that stuff, but never know,, maybe I wouldn't be able to find them or something.

It was a nice drive,, and I brought favorite tapes to listen to,, so it went quickly. I didn't have any trouble finding the house. This area was so different from my own, so rural and small town, compared to the large city I lived in. I grabbed my stuff and went to the front door. A sticky note on the door said " come in" ,, so I did just that. I put down my bag in the living room,, and knew he'd probably be in bed. It was a split entry house, and I went upstairs, and saw an open door, and him on his side on the bed, facing me. He looked up at me,, and I knew he was in pain.

His gray hair was wet from perspiration, and he seemed pretty vulnerable, and he tried weakly to smile. He said he was hurting pretty badly, and was having trouble getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, and could I help him up? I helped him swing his legs down over the side, then sat down next to him, and grabbed his left arm firmly and put my other hand around his waist, and said "ready?" and slowly stood up. He was wearing pajamas, a solid color, no nonsense type. He had a bathroom adjoining his bedroom, and I headed there, and flipped the toilet seat up.. He said' Ok,, you can go now" so I went out and shut the door for him. I waited there, then heard him washing his hands, and when he came back out, took his arm again. I could tell this guy, with a doctors ego, and used to being in charge, was having trouble accepting help.

I asked him when he had taken his pain pills last. He said he was due now,, and they weren't helping as much as the shots he got in the hospital.. so he was really feeling it now. I handed him the pills he pointed to, and got him a fresh glass of water, and watched him gulp it down. "Brent, you're just soaked... I'm going to give you about 15 minutes for those meds to take hold, and then I'm going to give you a bed bath and then change the sheets. You'll sleep a lot better, trust me. Tomorrow I'll check those bandages and change them. Did the doctor treating you leave written instructions?" " Cindy,, I don't need written instructions..." "No, but I do,, they would help anyhow." "But the bedbath sounds good; I really feel sticky".

hmmm. I love to give bed baths, massages, and see men nude!! I went to the bathroom, and found some ivory soap, a washcloth, and several towels. Then I went to the kitchen to look for a large bowl, and found one. I filled it with fairly warm water, knowing it would cool quickly, and went back to his bedroom.

I arranged my towels at the bottom of the bed, and first removed the pillow from behind his head, and placed a towel there. I took the washcloth and dipped it in the water, but didn't use soap. I washed his face, and he tried to grab the washcloth from me. I looked intently into his eyes, and said "you don't always need to be tough,, and in charge. Let me take care of you.." He sighed, and quietly said "OK" and relaxed back into the towel.

I continued washing his face, then neck. His hair was wet with perspiration, and I went over it a little with the cloth, but it would need shampooing tomorrow. I pulled the bedding down to his waist.

I unbuttoned the top, and he helped pull his arms out. I told him I was going to reach under him and pull him up a little to slip it out from under him. I bent down over him, put my left arm under his shoulders, and said "now" as I pulled him up and tugged the top to the right. "There" I said. He had a small smile on his face, and said "That was almost like a hug....". "Yes, it was,, and I like your hairy chest. Hope you don't mind my saying that." "No, not at all." I took the wash cloth, applied some soap, and took each arm, and washed it down. I raised his arms back over his head to soap his arm pits, and then rinsed them off. I thoroughly washed his entire chest, with soap, then rinsing, and could see that this guy was very active. He seemed to relax, and the meds were taking affect. When I got to his waist, I pulled the covers to the bottom of the bed. Then I reached for the waist band, and said "can you raise your hips please? " and he did, as I pulled them all the way down and off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so I was treated to a full view of his nude body. I didn't offer to cover his "privates" with a towel. I took the washcloth and proceeded to wash his stomach and groin area, going around the bandages. He took my hand, and said "don't get those wet". I dried him off, then asked him to spread his legs so I could wash there. He did that, but said "You really don't need to wash there....".. "Nonsense", I said, is this the guy who tells people to take their clothes off every day?" He smiled "well you aren't really a nurse". "No, but I've seen plenty of naked men,, and I think I can handle a bed bath!" I soaped the washcloth, then reached between his legs, as far back as I could. He spread his legs farther. Then I washed his testicles, and taking a deep breath, his penis. I wasn't sure if I was doing things like a nurse would do them. I washed the glans, and entire shaft. A little moan slipped from his lips. He began to stiffen. I dried him off thoroughly. I then finished washing his legs and feet. I knew he couldn't lay on his stomach, so I asked him to roll to his side, so I could do his back. I again soaped, and washed, then dried his back, and went to his buttocks. I washed them, then put washcloth between his cheeks to thoroughly wash anal area. I washed forward to his testicles, hoping I didn't miss an area. then I dried him thoroughly, and he seemed to enjoy the texture of the towel against his skin. Then I did the back of his legs, where I could reach, and dried him. I asked where there was a clean pair of pajamas and he pointed to a drawer. I found them and brought them back, and helped him put them on. I told him I was going to change the sheets now, and asked where to find linens. His linen closet was messier than mine was , and I had to rummage awhile to find the king size sheets for his bed. I helped him into an easy chair, and began stripping the bed. He was watching me intently as I bent over the bed, and got the new sheets on it. "You know Cindy,, I just don't want to START something, if you know what I mean? I don't want to hurt you,, and I know I'm not ready for a relationship... And you told me all those reasons before why you didn't think it would work..."

I stopped and turned around facing him... "I know that Brent,, and I'm not expecting anything in return..OK?"I continued to replace the blankets and comforter, then faced him again. "Brent, I know you have been in just one relationship for 30 years...and that you don't exactly approve of my past.. but I do care about you , and I'd like to show it. I'm not going to take advantage of your vulnerable state. But I think its Ok if I enjoy taking care of you,, and you enjoy it,, dont' you think? " I finished making the bed, and helped him back in it. I think I should take your temperature. Have you done that yet today? "No, I haven't". "Where do you keep it?" "In there, in the medicine cabinet". I took the oral thermometer, and slid it under his tongue. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him, and I knew I was going to enjoy this weekend. After several minutes, I took it out. It was elevated slightly. 100.5. He didn't think it necessary to take anything for fever. I asked him if he needed me to come in 4 hours for the next med time, and he replied he would try to sleep through without them. Ok, I wasn't going to fight it. I told him I'd be sleeping in his daughters room next door and to call if he needed me. I was pretty tired after the long drive. I showered, then put on my nightgown, and went to bed. I found it a little hard to sleep. I hadn't planned on meeting him in this type of circumstance!

I woke up about 8AM, and went to his room. He smiled weakly and asked me to help get him up. I shook my head side to side. He skipped the pain meds, and now was in tough shape again. I got him to the bathroom, then left, waited and helped him back to bed. I handed him the pills and he took them. I told him I was making coffee and eggs and toast for myself, and what sounded good to him? He said that sounded fine also. When it was ready, I got him out of bed, and helped him to the kitchen. His steps were slow and painful. We ate breakfast, and as we had a second cup of coffee, there was a knock at the door. I looked at him and he said, "OH, my colleague was going to stop by to check on me". I went to the door, and let this guy in who was in his early forties. He looked at me, and I had dressed in my "whites" today, and now felt rather foolish, who I was? I said "I'm Cindy, a friend of Brent's.. the whites are a little joke.. " and quickly changed the subject with "would you like some coffee?". "Yes, I would, and I'm Liam, a doc from the same clinic" he said and followed me into the kitchen. "Hey buddy, how are ya doin'? Who is this? You holding back on me?" "No, nothing like that. She's a friend.." Liam replied, "well let's have a look.." "Ok" and Brent gingerly got up and started towards his bedroom. I decided to be prudent and stayed put. "Nurse Cindy, you better come along. Have you changed bandages? " . "No, I haven't,, and I'm not a nurse". "I got that, but I'd like your help, and I think I can show you what needs to be done and save myself a trip here tomorrow'. Brent laid on top of the bed, and Liam quickly pulled his pajamas down to just above his pubic hair, and began removing bandages. I looked on, and hoped I wouldn't get queasy. Liam carefully looked over the area. "Cindy, did you take a temp this AM before breakfast?" "No, doctor, I didn't. I did last night, though, and it was 100.5". "Well Cindy you might want to remember that before giving your patient something hot to drink. He needs to have a temp taken first thing in morning, then in evening.

Turn on your side Brent,, " And Liam reached into his black bag and to pull out a rectal thermometer and a tube of KY, and lubed the thermometer. "Cindy, you can take a rectal temp in several positions, but on his side will do. Raise the upper cheek a bit so you can see what you are doing, and slowly insert it about three inches. I like to pull it out after three minutes, then read it, then reinsert it to see if it has finished registering. If the second one is higher, put it back for another minute".

Brent groaned, and said he didnt' think this was necessary, but Liam insisted he needed to know what it was now, while he was here. Brent turned on his side, and Liam pulled his pajamas down to his knees, pulled his buttocks apart, and slowly inserted the thermometer. The doctor left it there sticking out and turned to me. He began to pull out bandages out of the bag. He told me to bandage in the AM after he had either a bed bath, or could handle a shower,

Then he pulled out his stethoscope and reached around and put it to Brent's belly. "hmmm bowel sounds aren't normal yet. Cindy, anesthesia usually slows down a persons system, so often people get constipated after surgery. How many days has it been Brent?" "Well not since before the surgery... third day I guess," he muttered. "Cindy , have him eat some fruit and give him more coffee and see if that does it. If he hasn't had a BM by 8PM, I want you to use these enema kits I'll leave with you. Have you used one of these? " "No,, but I have given myself enemas". Liam responded, directions are on package. Test water first to make sure it isn't' too warm,, plain water will do,, don't have it higher than 18 inches over his body... he should hold first one just a few minutes, then repeat and have him hold it longer, about five minutes. Since he can't move very fast, you could have him bend against sink or tub. Then make sure he has a full body massage to relax him after that. Repeat the massage on Sunday also. Here is my cell phone number, feel free to call if you have any questions. Call immediately if his temp is up, or the incision site is reddish. ok?" "Ok, doctor". Liam reached down, pulled the thermometer out, read it and slowly reinserted it, as Brent squirmed a little and complained that this was humiliating. " Do you remember what they said in med school? Sometimes the best way to keep some empathy for patients is to experience being a patient ourselves!!" Liam then pushed it in a little further. "Easy for you to say, Liam,, but I hope I get the chance to return the favor!" said Brent. Ohh, yes thats the feisty man I know.

Liam then pulled thermometer out, wiped it off, wiped Brent's anus with a tissue, and read it. It was still up several degrees. Liam went into his bag again, saying "Brent, I'm going to give you an injection of antibiotics,, just hold it there.....as a precaution". I watched in fascination as he took a vial out, snapped the glass top off, took a new syringe, pulled the cover off, pushed it down, then pushed needle into the jar and sucked the medicine up. Then he squirted the air out, and asked me to hold bottom of syringe carefully.. which I did. He took out an alcohol prep pad and vigorously wiped Brent's upper cheek/hip area. and then took the syringe and plunged it into the muscle deeply. Brent flinched a little. Liam then wiped with alcohol again, and pulled the pajama bottoms up to pubic area, and had him turn on his back. "Ok,, Cindy, I want you to watch while I bandage him up". He finished, the bandaging, and I walked him to the door. He said "nice meeting you,, take good care of the old guy ok? " Brent was in early fifties, not much older. "I"m glad you're here to take care of him,, he didn't have anyone close to him around,, as I'm sure you know.. where do you know him from? " "It was nice meeting you Liam,, and I'm not saying.. " Brent rested for most of the day. I made sure to give him the pain meds every four hours, and offered him soup when he'd wake up, as well as some fruit. He didn't have much appetite, and wasn't eating much. We played some cards after dinner.

At 8PM, he still hadn't had a BM. "Well, Brent, its time for your enemas". "Oh, Cindy, I think I can manage those myself".

"Oh, yes, you can hardly move, but you are going to reach behind you, and manage? I think those clinic and hospital nurses would love to hear you complaining and acting so modest! Should I call Liam?"

"Ok, Ok, no don't call Liam.. He would come back and have you do it while he watched!! He had threatened to have this rather mean older nurse at the clinic come twice a day. "

"Ok, let me get the stuff ready, and you can rest in bed". I took the kit out and took a look at it and quickly read the instructions,, nothing too surprising there.. I filled it with water about bath temperature, then let the air out of the tube and clamped the nozzle shut. I took out some of KY gel packets, and the rubber gloves Liam left me, and went to the bed. "Brent, I'd like to make this easier by lubricating you first before I start, can you turn on your side please." Surprisingly, he turned on his side, raised his hips and pulled the pajamas way down on his hips,, then pulled his top leg over and up... just like he would ask a patient to do for him. I put my right glove on, lubed my third finger with a big glob, then slowly lubed the outside of his anus. I could feel he was pretty tense, and nervous. I kept taking more KY, then putting more pressure on his anus, then put tip of my finger at his anus, told him to exhale, and pushed it in slowly,, then withdrew it, adding more KY,, then moved all the way up. I could feel he really needed the enema. I withdrew my finger and again put as much Ky on as I could, and plunged it in,, He gasped, and inhaled quickly,, then moaned quietly. I moved my finger all around, trying to relax and lubricate as much as possible so he wouldn't get irritated,, and I also love the massage a man's insides. I couldn't resist give his prostate a little massaging, and he said "enough, enough,, I'm getting hard!". "Ok,, didn't mean to turn you on" I said innocently " well lets go to the bathroom.. Let me help you up," and I reached down and took a tissue to wipe him off, took off the glove, and pulled his PJ's up. I had everything ready, and asked him if he wanted to bend over the sink or tub, and to remove his pajamas. I told him to take the top off so it wouldn't get wet,, just because I wanted to see him totally nude. He turned to me and said "hmm, there is no way I'm going to believe this isn't turning you on... but if you want the top off as well,, here goes, and over the tub would give a better enema, but might make me dizzy to bend over that long in my condition.. so the sink first." He spread his legs wide and put his head and arms over the sink. I got a towel, folded it and put it under him to make him comfortable. I was a little nervous, but took the nozzle, put on fresh gloves, and pulled his cheeks apart with my left hand, as I wiggled the nozzle in with my right hand. I pushed it all the way in, and it went in easily. He breathed in quickly again, and I unclasped the hose, and let the water flow in slowly. I had a towel hook for the bag that was just at the right height. After the bag was half in,, he said "stop it, stop it Cindy... Let the cramps stop a minute.." I took my left hand and reached around him and rubbed his belly,, then rubbed his lower back and buttocks. "Oh, Cindy that does feel good. Its been a long time since I've had a woman touch me. You can start the flow again, slowly, ok? " "Ok" and I started it flowing again, and let the rest of the bag flow into him without stopping. I pulled the nozzle out, but told him to hold it as long as he could. After a couple of minutes, he said "thats it," in his authoritative voice, that I didn't question. I got the toilet seat up for him,, and helped him down. He groaned as the water gushed out of him, then asked me to leave the room. "Sure?" I said, "or want me to rub your belly?" . "No, leave, Ill call you when I'm done". I waited outside the bathroom door, then after five minutes heard him groaning loudly and came back in to check on him. He was gripping his belly, with severe cramps. "Oh, what can I do?," I asked, while I rubbed his lower back and then asked him to lean back and rubbed his belly. He breathed deeply,, said,, "ok, its better now. I was pretty plugged up, so the cramps are pretty bad. " I stepped out and told him I'd check back in fifteen minutes. In fifteen minutes he was still on the stool, but I took the next kit out and prepared it, I asked him to stand up and took a washcloth and reached back to wash his anal area. "I can't believe I'm letting you do that," he half chuckled. "I guess I'm enjoying being taken care of. I have to admit I was needing some help. Guess I'm not invincible." "Ok, Brent, over the bathtub this time.. Want to stand or kneel and bend over? I'll get some towels to fold." "kneel, I guess". I put the folded towel on the tile and asked him to kneel with legs wide apart. "hey, thats my line" he joked...He bent down putting his head and arms into the tub, his ample testicles, and lovely cock, dangled down, visible between his legs. I put on the gloves, again parted his buttocks, and slowly put the nozzle in, and started the flow. I stopped the flow twice when he asked, but put two and a half quarts in this time, and drained it all into him. He held it for several minutes, then insisted on going.

I said, "no, try to hold it the full five minutes. I'll help you relax" and I pulled the nozzle out, then put back in several times, asking him to tighten around it. I put my left hand on his buttocks, resting it here, then rubbing his buttocks while he held the enema.

He moaned, and I asked him how he was doing. "I'm feeling really full, but that feels good" Finally he jumped up and on the toilet. I left him alone, I told him I'm come back in twenty minutes to check on him. I went for some diet coke, and had an apple while I waited. Then I went back and into the bathroom.. he was still sitting there. He sort of covered himself with his hands, and I had to laugh. "need some more time?" I asked. "yes, and knock first next time!!" "Ok Brent,," and I left. I let him wait for another 15 minutes. When I returned he was on the bed. He was lying nude on top of the bed, grinned and said "I'm ready for my sponge bath". " are you now? you sure? " I joked. I got my supplies together, and again gave him a thorough sponge bath. this time I had him lay on his back and pull his knees up and out while I washed his genitals. He was breathing hard, and got very stiff. "You know thats a natural response, don't you?" he said . ‘ "yes, Brent, I'm not taking it personally. Would you like me to put a little ky in your anus again so it isn't so sore?" Oh, that delicious tension in the air.. and I was quickly feeling very un professional. I took an glove, and lubed his anus, and massaged his prostate, and said" gee I was planning on saving this for the massage following the bath". "Brent, you want me to help you cum?" I said softly? "hmmm ...thinking.. yes go ahead, I've been longing to be touched again, and was so horny before the surgery. Know what? I often fantasized about you, what you were like in person? whether you were sexy,, and Cindy you sure are."

I continued the prostate massage, and with the other hand slipped my hand in the crack of his thighs, brushing it up and down, then over his balls lightly, then more firmly. And couldn't resist squishing testes gently.. Then I took my thumb and finger in a circle and circled base of his penis tightly. I enjoyed seeing him close his eyes, and wonder exactly what I would do!

He was panting lightly from the combined affects I then moved finger and thumb up shaft, over glans, and went back and forth over the ridge. He exclaimed "Oh God,, Oh God, that feels so good,, Cindy dont' stop. Cindy please open that shirt,, please.. and take off the bra... " I stopped, pulled off the gloves, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then reached around and unhooked my bra, which I pulled up just a sec, and then turned my back and took off the blouse, then the bra. I turned back to him " is that better?" " Oh, yes, let me touch them..lovely.. please." " Be careful, don't strain yourself. " "Oh, Cindy it hurts to lay on my side, would you kneel to my side and let your breasts dangle so my mouth can reach them?"

So I did and he touched, nibbled, and sucked my breasts, I was extremely turned on,, yet remembering this was a guy post surgery who had let me know he didn't want to get involved with anyone yet. He tweaked my breasts, and started trying to sit up. I pushed him back down, and told him to lie still now. I grabbed his cock with one hand, and then licked its sides, and lightly stroked him up and down. His hips thrust up a little. I pushed him down and told him to lie still. I flicked tongue up and down glans,, while he gasped,, then put on glove again. put two fingers in his anus,, and put lips securely around his cock,, and sucked him deeply and hard. He came quickly,, and I could see he was in a little pain when he came. I kept a grip on the base of his cock until he was completely finished. I got the washcloth, and washed him off tenderly. I finished his sponge bath,, and he worried aloud about me." Brent, remember I've been single a long time? I can take care of it?" "Oh, that doesn't seem fair, let me examine you, then help you along. I want to see you come! Please take off all your clothes dear" "I'm worried about you pulling stitches" I said. Thats the purpose of pain, to let us know our limits, now take off your clothes Cindy. " I slowly took off my pants and panties, and socks. He wanted to sit on the edge of the bed, and have me lay close to him. "You are lovely Cindy. You have no reason to be modest".

I laid straight down He did a breast exam, like a doctor would, but lingering a bit, playing with my nipples a bit. He caressed down my stomach, palpating his way down. Then he stopped to look at a mole, and said "I should have another look at this" and put his hands between my legs. "Pretty wet there. Please lay down with your head away from me, and pull your legs up and let them fall to the sides as much as you can ". He put on a pair of the gloves, and put two fingers in my vagina, then palpated my stomach again, then lubed a finger and put one in my anus, while the other fingers were in my vagina. He half was thinking , like a doctor would, half stimulating me. He then rubbed my clit, and continued to stimulate me from my ass until I grabbed my thighs tightly, tense, arched my back, and came with a groan. He smiled. When I had finished the orgasm, I laid next to him,, and held him gently, with my head over his shoulder. I nestled in, contentedly. Then I said, "Hey I need to do your massage still" and got up, got the lotion I brought from home, and gave him a full body massage. We slept together than night, and it was enough to last me months. I was a little worried not to toss and turn or hurt him, but I'm used to sleeping with small kids. The next AM, I kissed him quickly, let him go to the bathroom, and told him I needed his temp. I had him roll over, and he didn't resist this time, I put it in his ass gently, for 4 minutes. It was normal. Liam called and I gave my nurses report. Then he wanted to talk to Brent,, and I could tell he was giving Brent grief again about me, asking how the enema went. Brent chuckled, said everything was fine, and that Cindy had his breakfast almost ready. We had breakfast, then I took off his dressings and gave him another sponge bath. Then I put the bandages back on. I helped him get some dishes done, and laundry while he read the paper. I fixed him a nice lunch, and tried to get things done so he could cope on his own the next couple of days. I thought about parting this afternoon, and wondered if we would ever see each other again. I gave him the massage again early afternoon, following Liam's instructions. . We repeated the mutual masturbation. He really knows his way about a woman's body! I hated to go home, back to my life in the city.. but my dog was there, my house, my job and most of all my daughter who was with her Dad that weekend. But the memories, and our online chats keep me going. He started dating a widow later than year, and we never got together in person again. But if he needed me,, I'd be there in a flash!!