With those words, she stopped the flow again and changed her gloves. I watched in anticipation as she picked up a scissors and approached the bed. She pulled the tape from my leg that secured the catheter and snipped off one portion of the top of the catheter tube where it spilt before joining the tube that lead to the urine collection bag. I felt a strange feeling in my bladder as it seemed like something was collapsing inside of me. She then took my half-erect cock in her hands and held it slightly outward and downward. Sue went on to explain that this for a short period of time may be uncomfortable, but that I would soon be free of the catheter and its restrictions. With those words, she held the tip of my penis with her left hand as she began to withdraw the catheter with her right.

I at once began to feel a burning sensation in my cock and felt a strange feeling in the back of my throat. Sue looked at me and smiled and said that the worst would soon be over. Then as she continued to withdraw the catheter from me, I was overtaken by this incredible feeling in my groin, a feeling like I was about to cum with the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. Sue only smiled as she looked at the perplexed look upon my face and said, "Relax, that's normal. We're almost done."

As quick as the feeling of an impending orgasm came, it went. The final inches of the catheter were removed from my penis, which now had a strong burning sensation. When the catheter was removed, Sue took a moistened towelette and cleaned off the tip of my cock and rested it on stomach. As she took her hand away from it, she looked deep into my eyes and said, "You can let this do what it wants to do, without anymore discomfort from that nasty tube. Don't be embarrassed, this happens to a lot of men and it doesn't bother me a bit."

With that, she opened the clip on the enema tube for the last time and the remains of the solution bubbled within my bowels as she massaged by stomach. Free from its intruder, my cock now sprang to life and within seconds I had a ranging hard-on in full view of my caring nurse.

When the can was empty, Sue closed the clip and took a seat next to the head of my bed. She gently stroked my head and told me that I should hold the solution for at least a few more minutes, so that she wouldn't have to repeat the treatment. The cramps built within my bowels and soon I was squirming and sweating in discomfort. Sue began to massage my stomach in large arcs, which only added to my embarrassment as my cock was in plain view and hard as rock. Then, without warning, as she sensed my discomfort, she grabbed my cock with her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and whispered into my ear that she could cure this problem too.

After the allotted time, Sue slide a bed pan under me and bleed the air from the tube in my bottom. As she withdrew the enema tube,

I felt the urgent need to go. Laying flat, in traction, with a bed pan under my ass, I felt the water explode from my asshole. Sue replace the now full bed pan with another as she went into the bathroom to dispose of its contents. This was repeated numerous times over the next 15 or so minutes. In between my expulsions of the enema water, Sue continued to massage my stomach urging the solution out of me. When I was emptied, she took a large handful of white toilet paper, reached between my legs, and cleaned me off. She then went to the bathroom, got a warm wash cloth and clean towel, and cleaned my entire bottom with soap and water. She also cleaned and sponged off my now semi-limp dick. After removing the pillows and absorbent pad from under she, Sue straightened the bed, and asked me how I felt. While I was clearly worn out from the treatment, I did feel much better.

Sue then came up to the top of the bed and sat down next to me. She said that I didn't need the catheter anymore, which came as quite a relief. Sue then whispered into my ear to be quiet, and she would finish my treatment. She stood up and took a small bottle of baby oil from the cart. She squeezed a tablespoon or so of oil into her hand and warmed it by rubbing it between her hands. Then, with a smile crossing her lips, she took one hand and began to massage my cock with her other oily hand caressed by balls. I was shocked, but quickly overcome by the feelings in my dick. While her actions felt good, I still had a gravel like feeling inside of my dick from the catheter that distracted me from cuming, even though I was hard and enjoying it.

Sue gathered that something was amiss, when she stopped and cleaned her hands on a towel. She then whispered in my ear that perhaps I needed a little additional encouragement and she opened the front of her dress, released the clasp of her bra, and let her beautiful tits swing loose. Her small nipples were hard and sticking straight out as she cradled her tit her hand and offered it to my mouth. As I sucked on her nipple, I felt her hand grab my dick and begin to furiously jack me off. I had an explosive orgasm and shot cum all the way up to the top of my chest. Sue just smiled, and began to lick the cum from the chest and stomach as she slowly massaged by dick and balls back to normal. After she had lapped up all the cum, she quickly straightened her clothes, replaced my hospital gown, and covered me up.

On two other occasions during my convalescence, I required an enema, which was administered by Sue in a similar fashion. The war in the gulf is over, and I have recovered and returned to civilian life. I know that Sue's reserve unit was also demobilized. I have met Sue on several occasions when I travel on business and thanked her for her special care. She explained that she felt so sorry for the men and women who were wounded that she tried to be extra good nurse to them.

One time, I met Sue and found that she needed help for a medical problem, which I tried to help her out with, but that is another story.