I thought I'd go ahead and post a second experience for those that enjoyed my first.

It was 1997 and I was attending a large state university in the south. On a Thursday in September I started feeling ill. Even though it was in the 90s outside I had a chill and couldn’t get warmed up. That night I really struggled and when my aide got there in the morning I was running a fever of 102. For fevers that high they have to admit you to a hospital. There were a few hospitals in town and I decided to be admitted in the university hospital. It really wasn’t a conscience decision; I just felt terrible and wanted to go to the closest one.

This was my second time in their emergency and it appears that the emergency room has an experienced staff. It is a real hospital so it makes sense that they’d have experienced staff in emergency, not a bunch of students. I showed up on a stretcher in just my underwear so there’s no need for undressing at this point. I was pretty sure I had a urinary tract infection (UTI) as that is rather common for us. They confirmed it and informed me that I’d need an antibiotic by IV so I’d be staying in the hospital for a few days.

Before going further I should explain something. I have what’s known as a suprapubic catheter. It’s a catheter that is inserted just above the pubic bone directly into the bladder. It was a very common procedure done to quads at my rehab hospital to make life easier. Being that it’s only about an inch or so above the penis, you have to be shaved for the surgery and keep the hair very short thereafter. I would have the whole area shaved, save for a little Hitler mustache above me penis, every once in a while and let it grow back some until it’d get shaved again. It just so happened that I had it shaved earlier that week.

Back to the experience. I don’t remember how I ended up in the general issue birthday suit and gown, but I did. I was then taken up to the 4th floor were I’d spend 4 days receiving fluids and antibiotics by IV. The first noticeable change from the ER was the nurses. I went from 30 and 40 something’s to girls my age, early 20s. The very first one that visits me is a beautiful curly haired blonde, unbelievably cute! She takes my temp and blood pressure and grabs me some water. I saw a lot of her that 1st day because my temp was still high so she had to keep checking on me. We developed a good report, even flirted a bit, but no nude situations, which was my preference at the time.

Saturday was pretty mundane. I laid in bed watching college football while a number of average to well above average nurses came in and out. I was really surprised that there were no ugly girls around. It’s not uncommon to have nurses that outweigh you in regular hospitals, but the young girls here were in good shape. The only CFNM that day involved a possible ass flash while they helped me turn in bed. Nothing to write home about.

Once Sunday came around I was in need of a shower. Apparently the staff thought that’d be a good idea also. At about 10 AM they sent 2 girls in with a bucket, soap, shampoo and washcloths. The first girl was a chunky black girl, probably around 30. The other girl looked very young, high school, but I figured she must be at least 18 to be sent on this task. She had a pretty good face, not like some of the knockouts I had been seeing, but her body was killer. She was obviously in some type of training and the other girl was the supervisor. Now if it had just been the older black girl I would’ve been fine with the bed bath, but at that time I was a bit uncomfortable with the young girl. The thing was, besides her age, I’m more of a grower than a show-er and didn’t really want her to see that. On top of that I have this rare catheter and I’m shaved, and I’m not sure how common that is in 1997. I needed an excuse. I told them I’d need my own face soap from my dorm and that my aide would have to get it. So they left and I gave my aide a call. She said she’d bring it about 3:30. This was perfect, I’d get my much wanted bath and it’d get done after the 3:30 shift change and the young girl would be gone.

At about 3:15 my aide showed up with the soap. I let the nurses’ station know and they said they’d send a crew after the shift change, about 3:45. So I laid there in nervous anticipation, and boy was I nervous. I was glad that the young girl was gone but so was the other girl, so who knew what I’d get next? Right on schedule I hear a young voice, “Knock, knock”. In walks the two and I immediately notice the 2nd girl; it’s the young girl again! I let out a shocked, “Oh! You’re still here?” The other girl immediately went to fill up the bucket with water, so I chat with the young girl for a minute. She says she’s just out of high school and just started at the local community college. She’s going into nursing and volunteers at the hospital for 12 hours each Sunday, hoping it will help her resume for getting into the 4 year school I attend. This was her 2nd day.

So now I have no choice but to go through with this, and I’m nearly sick from nerves. The other girl returns and now I want to vomit. I hadn’t really noticed her because she was in and out so quickly. She was nearly as hot as my Friday nurse. A gorgeous face, long wavy blonde hair and a southern accent. She looked to be thin and had a small chest, but her ass was great. She later said she was a 22 year old student in her final semester.

They start by laying the bed flat and wash my hair and face. If it weren’t for my nerves this would’ve been great. After that they raise the head of the bed and lower the gown to my waist, carefully negotiating the IV cords. They both thoroughly wash my torso and help me lean forward to get my back. I know what’s coming next so I try stalling a little longer. I have them towel me off so I don’t catch a chill and try to figure my next move.

Well I came up with nothing. The 18 year old took the washcloths to the bucket of water while the 22 year old reached for the gown. This was the moment I dreaded. There’s no doubt in my mind that my catheter alone is going to draw extra attention to my genitals, and I have no idea what they are going to think about my size and manscaping. The 22 year old grabs the gown and totally removes it, the moment of truth. I look down and am pleasantly surprised by what I see, I look pretty hung. I’ve since realized that my tighty whities greatly contribute to my shrinkage. When I’m commando with just a sheet or gown covering me my boys really like to stretch out, sort of like being in a warm shower.

Now I’m actually feeling a lot better about my predicament. I’m still embarrassed being naked in front of 2 women near my age and I’m not sure what they think about my shaving, but at least it looks pretty impressive flaccid. I can tell there’s a bit of tension now in the room and it gets quiet. I get the feeling that the 2 girls feel a little bit embarrassed because I might be embarrassed. To break the tension I say, “Well here I am.” The two giggle and the tension dissipates. As the two start on my lower legs I notice them taking peaks at my genital area. I thought it was a bit odd to take the gown off to do my legs, but didn’t really mind now. The two worked their way up to my thighs, soaping and rinsing off. Running out of “safe” areas to wash, the 22 year old is the first to touch a private area. She reaches between my legs and lifts my scrotum to wash underneath it. This made my legs spasm and both my heels came towards my ass, sort of “Indian style”. Holding my scrotum in her left hand and washcloth in her right she looks at me and asks, “Did I hurt you?” Something about a nurse looking at your face with your manhood in her hand is really hot. “No” I replied, “They just jump sometimes.”

As the nurse continues with my sack the young girl is just staring at my midsection while drying off my thigh. The spasm has left me rather spread eagle and, as spasms often do, my flaccid penis begins to grow. Now this has me very embarrassed. I was quite happy looking large flaccid because the girls could only guess how big it might get and I’d rather they didn’t know. Now they were going to see and I rather doubt either knew that I can’t control erections. So as the nurse works around my scrotum, Mr. Happy comes from pointing down at the bed to laying on my stomach. Both are obviously taking a good look at fluid mechanics in action. I think they were rather shocked at what they were seeing.

After witnessing the miracles of the male erection I think the nurse detected my embarrassment. She told the young girl to go get a change of sheets and a clean gown for me. She then grabbed my shaft with her left hand and began washing it. Looking back on this it is real hot, but it was rather nerve racking at the time. She starts soaping me up almost like she’s jacking me off, with the washcloth wrapped around my shaft in her hand. This sets off a couple more spasms that startle her. She does the same to rinse the soap off.

Now she has to clean around my catheter, which my erection lays on top of. She rinses off her washcloth and soaps it up while carrying on a conversation and taking peeks at my midsection. These conversations are always funny and meaningless, an attempt to pretend that we aren’t aware that one of us are nude. She comes around to the left side of my bed and lifts my rock hard cock off of the catheter with her left hand. She starts soaping up my Hitler mustache and the shaved area when I hear the footsteps of the young girl returning. She slips between the curtains and I notice it’s not the young girl but the nurse from Friday! We both let out a surprised “Oh!”

I couldn’t be more embarrassed. I really didn’t want this hot chick seeing me nude, now I’m nude with a hard-on in the hand of another nurse while she washed the base of my penis. Visualize that for a second. The Friday nurse took it in stride like nothing was happening. She was there to take my vitals as is down on every shift change. I figured she’d excuse herself until we were done, but she went right ahead with her work. So while taking my temp a blood pressure I notice she seems to take a bit of an interest in the other nurse’s work; whose now finished soaping me up and is washing the soap off. As she takes the blood pressure cuff off the young girl slips between the curtains with the gown and sheets.

So now I’m laying spread eagle with a hard-on and three girls standing around me. The Friday nurse says she’s never seen a suprapubic catheter before and asks if she can see the area and check the surrounding skin. “Sure” I say, what the hell, she’s seen everything anyway. She walks to the middle of the bed and asks the other nurse with gloves on to pick up my penis so she can see the area. I guess her not grabbing it herself saved me a little dignity. So one nurse is holding my dick and the 2 other girls are getting a good look at my shaved pubic region. After a good 10 second look she says bye and leaves me in the care of the other 2.

The final stage of my bath was getting my backside washed and sheets changed. All this manipulation of my dick still had it fully hard and this rolling wasn’t going to change that. They have me roll towards the young girl so the nurse can wash my backside and change the sheets. So the girl leans over my woody to grab my hip while the nurse gives me a shove up to my side. I’m now facing the girl with my dick pointed right at her and she doesn’t mind checking it out. At this point I don’t even care anymore. After a good minute or 2 they roll me all the way to the other side to finish the sheet change. Fifteen seconds or so later I’m back on my back, penis as hard as ever. The nurse takes the bucket and lets the volunteer girl put the gown on me.

And that’s where the story ends. She unfolds the gown and lays the top on my chest. She takes the bottom and tosses it towards my feet, which of course gets snagged on my woody. She embarrassingly picks the fabric up off of it and brings it down to my knees, pitching a tent. She helps my arms in and covers me with a sheet and both girls say bye. I never saw the nurse again, but the young girl helped me with dinner later that evening, never mentioning our earlier encounter.

This experience was quite different than similar experiences I had in rehab. In rehab the nurses and aides were a bit older than me, used to the situation and things that popup and I had gotten used to being nude around a lot of people. In rehab the feeling is much more relaxed and an erection joke may be cracked to diffuse any embarrassment. In this situation I was older than one girl and almost the same age as the other 2. I wasn’t being seen nude by 10 people a day anymore (this was 5 years after rehab) and the ones that were seeing me nude were older except 1 nurse and 1 aide that I had from time to time. I doubt either girl had much experience bathing men their age and probably didn’t know what to make of my erection. I don’t think they minded the show but they certainly weren’t going to mention that I even had a penis, let alone an erection.