Chapter 2: The Home Visit
I last saw Tyronne, an athletically built young black man, when he was stuck in a hospital bed with both arms strung-up in traction and casts from his shoulders to his fingers. As a nursing assistant I was called in to do private duty, since he was pretty much helpless at that time.
Tyronne needed total care with eating, bathing and toileting at that time and said he hated to have others take care of his intimate needs. He said he found it so humiliating using a bedpan and having someone else in his shit and wiping his ass. I assured him that it's what we do and we're used to it, and he seemed less embarrassed with me giving him a bath and wiping his ass than with the female aids that worked in the hospital. In fact, Tyronne confessed to me that he was unable to get sexual relief for over a week with his arms in traction, and I offered to assist him. In other words (and don't spread this around) I jerked him off.
I thoroughly enjoyed playing with his seven-inch ebony boner, and would like to have gotten more personal than just a very clinical hand stroking. Tyronne enjoyed the sexual release, but went through the entire "procedure" with his eyes closed, probably pushing out of mind that it was a man getting him off.
Tyronne got out of traction, got smaller casts on both arms and was allowed to go home. The insurance company still provided Home Health coverage, so he had an Aide come in daily to assist him with bathing. He also had a girlfriend who moved up to this college town to stay with him while he was recuperating. She could take care of the little tasks of helping him eat, wiping his ass and I suppose releasing his sexual tensions.
On this day Tyronne was on my schedule and he seemed very glad to see me. He said that most of the Aides are women and he still feels uncomfortable having them undress him and help him in the tub. He always tells them that his girlfriend will clean his private parts, so they don't have to mess with that. Still, he said he catches them peeking at his dick. I told him that he can't blame them, it is an eye-catcher.
Perhaps remembering my little extra service when he was in the hospital, he mentioned how nice it was having his girlfriend stay with him. He told me he wasn't gay, but he had no problem with me stroking his dick. In fact, he keeps wondering about it, and how much he enjoyed it and has been having doubts about his being straight. He and his girlfriend have sex nearly every night and she's really great, but he can't get rid of the feeling that having sex with guys would also be nice. I told him that a lot of people are bi and maybe he's just discovered that about himself.
His girlfriend, Jessica, arrived with the groceries and I helped her bring them in and put them away. She had long straight blond hair and very white skin, quite a contrast to Tyronne's dark brown. Tyronne mentioned to Jessica that I had worked with him in the hospital, and she gave me a knowing look that made me think Tyronne had told her about the extra service.