A bath in preparation for a discharge

"There's a reason why no one has ever said hospital beds are comfortable," Walt thought, "Because they're pretty fucking uncomfortable."

Lying on a metal bed with a mattress that was only an inch and a half thick, and with wires stuck to contacts on all over his chest being fed through the ratty cotton hospital gown, Walt felt miserable.

It had been four days since I awoke from his coma, and after the initial joy his family showed him and the shock the hospital staff showed him wore off, he'd been eating solid food again, and been checked on and even woken up every 2 hours like clockwork for physical therapy to get the muscles functional again. Nurses measured how much he drank and how much he pee'd.

The several days that had passed had given his wife and children to return home and visit him in his hospital room often. Most days and nights Barbara would sit on a chair alongside his bed, oftentimes curling up on the small couch with a blanket curled around her neck and torso.

As much as he appreciated the visits, Walt was getting cranky from all the interruptions and lack of sleep. He saw no purpose in Barbara killing herself by hanging around when nothing really changed much, anyway. It's not like he was on a **** watch or anything.

"Barbara?" Walt attempted to get her attention away from the book she'd been reading, "Barbara? Go on home... there's no need for you to be up here so late. I'll be fine. Besides, Nurse Ratchet will be in shortly to annoy me again, so I'm in good hands."

Stifling a yawn, Barbara stood up and after stretching and gathering up her things simply told her husband, "Yes, dear," and added, "I'll be back before they release you tomorrow afternoon."

Leaning over him, the married couple kissed before Barbara made her way out the door to the private room to the hospital floor, past the nurse's station, and into the elevator to begin heading down to the walkway leading to the parking garage.

It didn't even occur to Walt to notice that she'd done so with absolutely no pushback. No, "Are you sure?" No, "I'm fine, dear." Nothing but standing up, agreeing, gathering her things, then leaving the building. Perhaps he'd just assumed his wife and he were in agreement that her presence accomplished nothing.

No sooner had Walt drifted off to sleep (or at least it felt that way to him) than a young, fit & shapely young nurse entered the room and announced that she was just doing her rounds and offered to give Walt a sponge bath since it'd been a few days since his last one.

"Are you ready to be discharged tomorrow, Mr. Dee?" she asked, more chipper than she should have been that late at night.

Walt grumbled in the affirmative as the young nurse, not much older than Adrienne, his oldest daughter, moved the small bedside table alongside the bed and dampened cloth and lifted his nightgown to reveal the man's soft penis.

"I don't remember Mr. Dee having so large a penis a month ago when I was first assigned to this floor." she thought to herself. Still, it's not like giving sponge bathes was anything new to her, and she quickly brushed the thought aside.

Softly, she ran the cloth hand towel across her patient's skin, then dipped it again into the soapy solution before wringing it out and covering a different area.

Without intending to, Walt's penis was reacted to the soft cleansing and began to become erect.

"I'm so sorry, it has a mind of its own sometimes," he blustered, embarrassed at the inability to will his erection away.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dee," she replied, "I'm used to it. It happens all the time. It's natural."

As the bath continued, Walt found the situation quite erotic, and thought to himself, "Why don't you blow me to make it go down before you leave?" to the pretty nurse.

Then, inexplicably, just as the nurse finished up the bath and with the nightgown still raised up, she began to caringly jack her hand up and down the man's shaft. At first, he thought she was just moving it out of the way to wash it, but no, she was actually beating him off!

Surprised at the impropriety, Walt objected somewhat, "What are you doing?!" he asked, incredulously.

"I just thought you might like a little enjoyment after all you've been through. I don't do this for my other patients, but you're special."

Walt looked at her like she was insane, but couldn't help but feel his objections melt away as she lowered her head and engulfed his hard penis in her mouth!

The young nurse's mouth was warm and soft and moist, and she took turns taking most of his large cock in her mouth and then alternating taking one testicle into her mouth, then the other, sucking lightly around the fleshy globes. She applied short, shallow blows accentuated by long, deeper ones, nearly able to wrap her lips around the base.

"Ohhhhhh..." Walt moaned, "So good!"

In other circumstances Walt would've been better able to control his ejaculations, but he'd just spent several months in a coma without a sexual release, and the unusual, unsolicited blowjob he was receiving was so good that during one of her deep sucks {me} released a large load of built-up semen almost entirely down the young woman's throat.

"ARRRRGH!" Walt bellowed, followed by, "I'M CUMMING!"

Spurt and spurt of the warm, salty semen escaped from Walt's penis into her waiting mouth, and his testicles and his urethralis muscle visibly contracted with every spurt. The young nurse was not unfamiliar with oral sex and was happy to have made her charge feel better.

Walt's moans and groans subsided and the nurse's tongue and lips closed around the helmet, sucking out the last remaining drops before she once again ran her hand cloth around the sides in one last, cleansing effort.

"There you go, Mr. Dee!" she chirped with a sense of completion and accomplishment, "All done!" Now, don't you feel better?"

"Oh, Hell, yeah!"

He looked at her nametag and saw that it had both a given name and a surname: Landra Bell.