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Subject: Petty Officer Pervert, Gay, Adult-Youth Nifty isn’t free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at fty/donate.html I was a hospital corpsman 3rd class assigned to Naval Hospital Camp Lejuene, in the ICU. In case you don’t know, a hospital corpsman is what the Navy calls a Medic. There were a lot of military retirees living in Jacksonville, NC. Most of our patients in ICU were old farts with heart attacks. Sometimes I got lucky and got a hot Marine who’d been in an accident or had pneumonia or something. If I was really lucky, I’d have to insert a urinary catheter into the hot Marine. I don’t have a pee fetish, but any day I can touch a hot, straight Marine’s dick is a good day. Then there’s the “catheter care” to make sure he doesn’t get a urinary tract infection. Gotta keep the area clean, which means washing his junk. I always had a bet with myself: could I make him hard when I did catheter care? I’ve never had a rubber tube shoved up my cock so I don’t even know if you can get hard in this situation, but I did my best to find out. For the record, but most I ever did was get one stud to chub up a little and flex once or twice but no, he never got hard. Once every three months I had to pull 24 hour duty. It was no big deal. It meant I spent the night in the hospital in the Duty room-a vacant hospital room-wearing a beeper. The hospital was staffed 24 hours a day so it was rare that the duty corpsman was ever needed, but it did happened on occasion. Just my luck the duty beeper went off at 1 a.m. No surgeries are scheduled that late at night so the recovery room isn’t manned. For emergency surgeries, the ICU acts as the recovery room. Some Marine’s kid’s appendix burst and he’d had emergency surgery. He was being wheeled to the ICU and I had to do Recovery Room duty for him. Then he’d be moved to a regular room and I could go back to bed. I got to the unit, wiping sleep from my eyes, just before the patient was wheeled in. He was 12 or 13 years old, with black hair. He was still loopy on from the anesthesia. His eyes were closed and he shaking his head back and forth, clearly agitated. One part of “recovery” is making sure you come completely out of the anesthesia. Until he was fully alert there wouldn’t be much given in the way of pain meds. His mom and dad were standing kayseri escort next to the bed. I introduced myself and took the kid’s vital signs-blood pressure and pulse just had to be recorded since he was on the machines that took that. But other stuff had to be done manually. Like listen to his lungs. I told him what I was going to do and he opened his eyes for a second or two. Brown eyes. He reminded me of my best friend from 8th grade that I used to fool around with. “Hey buddy, I’m just gonna give a quick listen to your lungs,” I said. “I don’t wanna,” he whined. I didn’t take it personally. Like I said, he was still loopy from the drugs. I lowered the sheet and cotton blanket to expose his chest. I inserted the earpieces of my stethoscope and placed the bell on his chest. “Deep breath, buddy,” I said. He gave a feeble breath. “Come on. Big breath.” I let the pinky of my hand holding the stethoscope over his chest slide over his nipple. He gasped, which gave me the big breath I needed, or close to it. It also made his nipple firm up. I’ve never thought of kids in a sexual way before but he looks so much like my 8th grade friend, and seeing hard nip caused a similar reaction in my cock. I pulled the sheet and blanket back up, covering him. “No!” he said, and kicked off the covers, exposing his penis. An eyebrow of pubic hair graced the top of it. His nuts hung low. His mom giggled. “Stop that Riley! We can see your . . . butt.” I guess she didn’t want to embarrass him. I pulled the sheet over his junk. I took his vitals every fifteen minutes. The surgeon came in and declared him fit to go to his room and prescribed morphine for the post-op pain. The ICU nurse went ahead and gave him the initial dose thru the IV line and I rolled the gurney up to the fifth floor where he’d be admitted. This also happened to be where the duty room was, where I’d be sleeping the rest of the night. I signed over Riley to the nurse on duty and helped her get him settled in his room, down the hall from the nurse’s desk. By then the morphine had kicked in and he was snoring softly. His parents said it had been a long day and they were going home to get some rest. I told the nurse on duty to beep me if she needed me, but only if she needed me, and then went to the duty room . . . where I waited until I was sure the nurse had keçiören escort returned to her desk. Then I went back to Riley’s room. He was still zonked out on morphine. Damn, I couldn’t get over how much he looked like Jeff, my old jerkoff buddy. I wondered how far the resemblance with. For instance Jeff’s dick had a little curve to it when he was hard. I wonder if Riley’s dick did the same thing? I ran my hand thru his hair, brushing his bangs off his forehead. He didn’t rouse or make any indication that he’d felt anything. The door to his room was closed. There was no reason for the nurse to check on him for another four hours. I lifted the sheet. I just wanted another look, but the damn nurse had put some hospital issue pajama pants on him. If I wanted to see his dick again I’d have to lower the PJs or else fish his dick out of the fly. I thought about it, and decided the morphine would keep him under. All I was gonna do was give him nice dreams. I unsnapped the fly of the pajama bottoms. There was just enough light from the backlight over the bed for me to see a few of those pubes. I reached into the fly and ran my finger over them. So soft. Not coarse at all, They weren’t even very curly yet. My finger ran over his soft dick. I wasn’t ready to take hold of it, so I just ran my finger softly up and down the shaft, just barely grazing the corona, where the shaft meets the head. I felt it flex. It felt a hair bigger than it had a second ago. I withdrew my hand. He was still shirtless. I eased the PJs down just until they cleared his scrotum. His penis wasn’t fully hard, but was halfway there. I ignore his dick for now, remembering how his nipple had responded to just my pinky grazing over it. I licked my index finger and rubbed his left nubbin. Just like before, it hardened at my touch, I rolled the hard nipple between my thumb and finger, pinching it softly. Still he made no noise. I leaned over the bed and stuck out my tongue and flicked it over his right nipple while I continued to play with his left one. Still not a sound from him, but he was definitely reacting: his dick suddenly filled with blood, going from semi to full-on-throbber in two seconds. I alternated between flicking my tongue against his nipple to slower licks, to gentle sucking. But that cock was calling to me. So was ankara kendi evi olan escort my own cock. I pulled my cock out of my scrubs and hoped no one would noticed the wet spot on them if I ran into anyone later. I gripped my dick and gave it a couple of strokes, moaning. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, though. I left Riley’s nips and turned my attention to his three inch nail. I’d never sucked a boy’s dick in my life. Even when I was Riley’s age, messing around with my friend, all we did was jack off in front of each other, maybe feel each other up once or twice. He was straight and I was closeted, so that was as far as either of us dared to go. I’d dreamed of doing more with him when I diddled my jizz when I was alone, and now, looking at his doppelganger, it was easy to pretend I’d gone back in time to fulfill an unfulfilled dream. Up until now I’d only ran my finger along Riley’s dick. Now I took it between my fingers. Damn, it was so hard! His balls, which had been hanging so low before were drawing up tighter. I gave his sack the same oral treatment his nipple had just been treated to, flicking, licking, gently sucking. One nice thing about hospital rooms, KY Jelly isn’t hard to find. There was a small tube in the bedside table. I squirted some onto my finger and rubbed his rosebud. I wasn’t sure the morphine would let him sleep through a finger fucking but I had to see how far I could go. I slowly slid my finger in, a millimeter at a time, until it was buried to the knuckle. I didn’t slide it in and out, but just manipulated his prostate with my fingertip, not too hard. Then I took his dick into my mouth, sliding it in and out. He still made no sound but he was breathing faster. Spit leaked out of my mouth as I hoovered his dick and rubbed his prostate. He was still out of it, but he finally made a noise, a single grunt as the head of his dick swelled just a little and my mouth was filled with his seed. I’ve blown a lot of guys, but none of their cum tasted as sweet as Riley’s. One spurt. Two. Three. I wanted more, but that was all the had to give, I coaxed out some final dribbles before releasing him from my mouth. I withdrew my finger and grabbed my own dick. It only took a few strokes before I had the strongest orgasm I could remember. I aimed my dick at the IV machine, where my cum landed, running down before landing on the floor. I got some toilet paper from the bathroom and wiped up most of it and flushed it. But I save one little glob and carefully it on the the head of Riley’s dick and in his silky pubes. I’d give him a wonderful wet dream. It seemed a shame not to leave him with any evidence of it.

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