Joel & Mrs. Ingram 01
Damn, mental hospital outpatients, am I right? 45 minutes of absolute bliss and boom, 15 minutes of terror. Not that I should talk because I definitely should be committed myself. Yet, some way or another, I just keep ending up for an overnight stay in the oxygen room at the regular hospital.
"Joel, you've been my patient for so many weeks now, that I think we're dating, LOL."
"OMG, Nurse Ingram, I wish I was dating you. You seem so cool, calm and collected. You're the best."
"Oh, don't put me too high on a pedestal just yet young man, I've sponged bathe you a few times and even though I'm a professional, well Joel, you have a lot to offer the female gender. You look good naked, not that I would say such a thing because I'm a professional."
"Oh, geez, Nurse Ingram, if I have to apologize for responding to one of your thorough sponge baths, well, I was out of it, right? You shouldn't think poorly of me. I mean, the male body, right Nurse Ingram?"
"Hmmm, after our last sponge bath, maybe you should call me Isabella, although only when we are alone in the hospital room or your bedroom. Now listen Joel, put the oxygen mask back on and breath normally. And by the way, as a professional, I feel obligated to apologize to you, although I would prefer that you didn't file a report on me. I've been lonely lately and you've become quite the regular patient and I'm ashamed of how my last four sponge baths have gone."
"What? You're not lonely, you're busty, so men everywhere, right Isabella?"
"Men my age are, well, not as sturdy as young men of your age, but thanks for noticing my chest. I must confess that I have switched up my bra on Saturday nights. Mad at me, Joel?"
"Ah, no, um, did I at least moan and groan? I mean, I liked it, right?"
"Now Joel, I think we both know that you moan three times and shoot off just after the first groan, but it's cute. Almost as cute as you. And to maintain my honesty, well, that wasn't a bruise on your left ass cheek two weekends ago. I gave your butt a hickey and I'm not proud of it, unless you liked it and then I sucked your butt cheek until I couldn't breathe anymore."
"So, um, we're safe in this hospital room? Like no one will just burst in? Like the little chicklet Nurse or maybe your husband?"
"Well, I am the head Nurse, so I have my privacy. And the little chicklet that you speak of, well, we shared once, but she's busy tonight. And the no-good lousy faggot cheating ex-husband, well Joel, I caught him giving some twinkle toe faggot name Butch a sponge bath, so he's on the curb asking for handouts. Mad at me?"
"Oh no, but Nurse Ingram, you noticed how quickly I recover, right? I mean three moans and a groan and then I was ready to go again, right? You noticed that, right?"
"Oh, my o my Joel, you do recover very quickly. Breath normally into the mask, Joel. Or shall I crawl up on your chest and pump your chest for you? By the way, I no longer wear undies on my Saturday night shifts, although I need some fair warning to grab some sex lube."
Ahh, recovering in the hospital oxygen room, right? Everyone should try this at least once.
"Beep, squawk, squeal. Head Nurse Ingram, Head Nurse Ingram, please report to the front desk on the first floor. Beep, squawk, squeal."
"Geez, I'll be back as soon as I can, Joel. Just say to me that I sucked you off pretty good? I'm old and need a boost."
"Ahh, Nurse Ingram went all Isabella on my fat cock and I'll never to be same."
Hah, a new Saturday shift bra? No panties on Saturday night shifts? Cool. But OMG, yet another need for sex lube? I have to get back into the club scene, right? But the privacy of the oxygen room was nice.
"Oops, sorry, I was, ah, I had an itch."