The Patient

"Hey what the fuck, you're just going to stare at it?" Alex blinked, and looked over. The patient was still detoxing, and the cloud of musk hung heavy in the tiny room. He was cuffed to the safety bed, dressed only in a thin hospital gown, which had become like a sheet of wet linen, revealing ever line and curve of the patient's body, clinging to his drenched skin. The patient was sneering at him, his glaring green eyes, piercing right through Alex's mind. The patient had a throbbing erection, which flexed, and jumped repeatedly, ever so inching the clinging fabric up the patient's hairy thigh. Alex never understood why they didn't provide a covering in this isolation room. Patient's were only brought here under suicide watch, and required a single staff member to monitor, and observe. Alex never volunteered, but with the sudden shortage in the hospital, they mandated him to watch the patient for a full 12 hour shift, with only two breaks in between. He glanced down at his monitor, "shit", it had only been two hours since his break.

"Man, can't you at least cover me up or something?" He looked down, and could now see the head of the patient's throbbing dick, peeking out of the wet gown. He'd forgotten how sensitive some of the patients became, after being medicated. "I can't engage, or physically interact with you. You're in isolation." He wasn't even supposed to acknowledge the patient, but he didn't want to come off as a creeper. "Fuck that, man, you know how it is. Would you want someone just watching you in my position?" "I'm sorry." He tried to look away, but as the patient was talking, his movements had caused the gown to ride up even more, and he could now see most of the shaft, and balls. The patient was well endowed. He'd guessed at least seven inches. It was dark, and red, and dark, course hairs surrounded the balls, and extended up part of the shaft. The head was a little lighter than the shaft, but it could've just been the light reflecting off the sweat. He tried not to stare too much. "Ok, ok, how about you just look away for a few minutes, and maybe it'll just go down?" The patient had a pitiful whimper to his voice. "You're also on suicide watch." Damnit, why was he even explaining himself?

"You know I didn't mean that shit, man. I had a moment of weakness." "Well, words have power." "Fuck that. I can't go soft with someone watching me like this man, fuck." "What?" "Aw man, shit. Ok, see, my girl and I always do it in public, cause I like to be seen, and caught. It's fucked up, but I had to share a room when I lived at home, and I was always getting caught jackin off, and when I had a girl over. It just, I don't know man, it's just a thing now." "Like your family would catch you?" "Shit yeah, everybody caught me. My family, friends, the neighbor, the housekeeper, delivery guy. I jack off like all the time, man." "Did you ever think to go in the bathroom?" "Nah man, I had to share a bathroom, too." "You ever hear of locking the door?" "Shit, when you have four brothers, you can't keep those bastrds out, man." The patient adjusted himself, fully revealing his groin area, and his dick stood almost straight up, now. "Shit, this shit ain't goin down, man." "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

The patient groaned, and fell back against the thin, plastic pillow. The patient's eyes had softened at this point, and he looked up toward the ceiling. "I remember this one time, I was 19, and I had just got done working on my car, and my girl wanted to come over, but I wanted to shower and shave, and clean up a bit. I had such a hardon, and my Dad walked by my room, while I was getting my shit together, and I turned around, just as he's reaching in to close my door, with my dick just pointing right at him, and he just stood there, with this dumb look on his face, and then got like that proud look, you know?" He looked over at Alex. "No, not really." "Fuck, well he just was beaming, and I didn't even cover up, I just let him look at me. I jacked off in the sink, while the water was running, leaving the door open a bit, in case he wanted to watch me, but I guess he'd left. I just, wanted him to be able to see me, for some fucked up reason." "That's, yes, that's a little fucked up." "You ever just wanted to hear what people were thinking? Like, while you're jackin off, or fucking your girl, and just get some feedback from people?" "You should go into porn, I'm sure you'd get a lot of feedback?" "No shit?" The patient's face lit up, and he smiled at Alex. "You think I'm big enough for porn?" Alex noticed the patient's dick was standing straight up, and his balls were tight up against the shaft. He'd triggered a compulsion. Fuck.

"I mean, they tend to give people feedback about their...actions? I shouldn't have said anything." He bit his lip, nervous that the patient would form an unhealthy attachment. "Man, tell me more, please. What do you think about my dick though?" He was now flexing his dick. it arched up, and then fell back against the patient's stomach. He squirmed a bit, as the gown creeped up, even more. Alex could now see all of the patient's lower body, up to his lower ribs. He was glistening, with dark, curly hairs covering his groin, and parts of his thighs, and legs, tapering up his abs, and disappearing under the wet gown. The patient giggled, like a child, and swished his hips back and forth, making a tapping sound, with his dick shaft, slapping on both sides of his hips. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, can you cover me back up?" Alex sat there, wondering what the outcome was going to be. He was crossing too many lines already. Would this be too much of an interaction? What if the next staff reported him?

He felt anxious all of a sudden, but slightly aroused by what was happening. He would never cross boundaries with a patient, and found their behaviors detestable, but this was on a another level. This one was putting on a show for him. Just him. "If I cover you up, you can't tell a fucking soul about all of this." "Nah man, I promise, just hurry up though, I'm so close." The patient was biting the inside of his cheek, and Alex got up, not wanting to reach over the patient, to get to the other side of the bed. He was trying to carefully pull the fabric, that had tucked under the patient's side, the hot smell of musk and body odor hit him like a brick. "Can you push up a little, so I can get the gown untucked?" The patient bit his lip, and arched up to give him room, and then let out a low growl, and came like a hose.

Alex only noticed the first blast of clear pre cum, because they shot up, right in front of his face. He thought the patient was peeing, because it was so thick. He tried to cover the patient in time, but a couple blasts of thick white cum splattered on his arm, and hand, and he jumped back, leaving the patient fully exposed, and writhing like an animal, on the plastic mattress. "Fuckkkkkkkkk," the patient moaned, softly, grunting, and whining, as his dick arched up and down, shooting out the thickest load of cum Alex had ever seen. He was mesmerized, and also terrified, because the room quickly smelled of spunk, and the patient was now covered in sweat, and cum. "Fuck dude, fuck." The patient was leaning all the way back, his dick still flexing up and down, as little bits of cum dribbled out. There was a long string of cum attached from the head, to the pool in the thick happy trail, and the patient was still biting his cheek. There was literally cum everywhere, and Alex just stood there, amazed. This dude should definitely do porn.

He stood there, not knowing what to do. He calmly pulled at the patient's gown, and lightly draped it over the patient's sweaty body, quickly getting back to his seat. He forgot about the cum on his hand and arm, and looked around for somewhere to wipe it off. There was a bin with an extra gown, and a bath kit, which he used to wipe himself off, and then started to wipe at the mess. The patient had shot cum over his head, and there were drip spots down the wall, across the patient's shoulders and pillow, down his sides, and almost the entire gown looked like it had a white glaze. "Fuck dude, that was...wow, I haven't been able to cum in over a month. That shit messes up your system, holy fuck. I came like a fuckin horse." The patient was glancing down, admiring his mess. His dick was still hard, but now draped down his side, the wet gown clearly revealing his throbbing shaft. His balls had dropped back, and were now hidden under the wet fabric, and dark hairs, out of view, between his glistening thighs.

Alex did the best he could, but you could still smell the spunk and odors in the air. "Do you want to change gowns? I would need to unlock one wrist at a time." "Yes, man please, get me out of this fucking thing." He brought out a fresh gown, and put in the code, freeing the patient's right wrist first. "Fuck, thank God." The patient shimmied the gown down his shoulder, and Alex helped him pull his arm through the short sleeve. He hadn't noticed how muscular the patient was, and there was only a single tattoo over his right nipple. A cursive S, with an arrow through it, or it looked like an arrow, through the light patch of hair. "What does the tattoo mean?" "Oh, that's personal." "Really? After you just shot a load from space, in front of me?" The patient laughed. "It was my for my ex. Her name was Sparrow." His eyebrows raised, and he nodded, waiting for the reply. "Oh, I get it." "Yeah, stupid. But I just never afforded to have it removed, due to, you know, my other choices of spending." "I hear ya." Alex walked around to get the gown. Hearing a fapping sound, he turned to see the patient, vigorously jacking off.

"What?" "Man, fuck off, I need to unload again, I don't know when my next chance will be, shit." He was breathing heavy, and in a matter of seconds, fell back, letting go of his dick. Alex stared, as the patient shot another large load, this time, hitting himself in the neck and face. "Ah, shit, fuck yeah." The patient was smiling, with his mouth open, as cum splattered up his hairy body. "ah, ha, God damn." He was breathing heavy, and grabbed his dick, slowly jacking it up and down, oozing out the rest of the load. He was humping into his fist, and looked down, grunting, "oh fuck." He quicker his motion, and grunted out a significantly smaller load, that dribbled down his shaft and fist, pooling even more at the base. "Fuck, I'm done." The patient closed his eyes, and lay back against the plastic coverings. "Oh my God." Alex grabbed the bath kit towels, he'd left on the floor, and hurriedly mopped up the rest of the cum. "This is why I should't have even engaged." "Man, I owe you big. This is the best I've felt in forever dude. I think I'm in love with you." The patient giggled, and draped his arm over his face. "Ok, that's a little much."

Alex dropped the towels on the floor again, guiding the patient's hand through the opening of the clean gown, and securing his wrist again, clicking the band closed. "Man, no for real, I just came three times, what the fuck does that mean?" "It means, you had a dry spell, and you're over stimulated from your meds. I'm just the guy making sure you don't kill yourself." "Fuck that, no one has ever made me cum that much." "You made yourself...cum." Alex was irritated he was even engaging, but he had to keep the patient calm, so this wouldn't become an issue. "Man, I fucking love you, for real." The patient was giggling again, as Alex unlocked the left wrist band, and quickly pulled the gown down his arm, tossing the wet fabric to the pile of cum soaked linens.He guided the patient's wrist through the other opening, and pushed the gown up over his shoulder. He secured the patient's other wrist, and noticed the patient was still hard, after all of that. He pulled at the extra fabric, lightly tucking it in at the sides, and getting back to his chair. The patient just stared at him, his piercing green eyes, were now soft, and relaxed. "Thank you." "It won't happen again." "I know, but for real dude, thank you. I needed that." He tried to look away, but those fucking green eyes just stared right into his soul. "You're welcome."