The accident was like so many I'd heard of before, car pulls out in front of bike and the rider flies thru the air. Well, that was more or less what happened to me. Luckily for me I had two riding buddies along with me, one who had been in the army with me. As an ex-army medic Dave made all the right moves and basically saved my life, riding in the ambulance and talking to me all the way. Not that I could hear anything at the time, as my last recollection prior to waking up in hospital four days later was my helmet connecting with a street sign post.
What I'll never forget is opening my eyes, looking down to find my wrists securely tied to rails of the bed. Standard practice for patients in my condition I was told later. Understandable, as my first reaction upon coming to was to rear up and strain against my shackles. That didn't last long as the intense pain of my numerous injuries made me lay back, whimpering like a puppy.
Anyway, my sister Kate was in the room, Kaye, Dave and his wife, several doctors and nurses, all looking on with varying degrees of interest as I was brought out of a drug induced coma. My sister Kate, six years older than me was all the family I had left, and she looked oh so tired. As the doctor asked me for my name and ran thru a list of questions the group gathered around me looked relieved. The helmet had saved me from serious head injury, but the rest of me had not fared too well.
After a few minutes with the doc I knew that two broken arms, one broken leg, two broken ankles and various lacerations would leave me with more scars than I'd gathered on two tours on peacekeeping missions. The greatest irony of all was that the ride we'd been on was a quiet mid week run, not one of our Sunday morning manic blasts thru the countryside. Oh well, shit happens I guess, at least I was still alive.
Kate, Kaye and Dave spent four days and three nights in a bedside vigil that I can never thank them enough for. The way Dave shrugged it off in his usual way, just wanting to see if I turned out OK from my 'deep sleep' or if he could steal Kaye from me showed he just wanted to laugh about the situation. Dave and his wife Barbara had been good friends ever since we'd both left the army. The joke for the last couple of years, since Kaye and I had been an item, had been how she was 12 years my senior and more suited to Dave. Barbara being about 10 years younger than Dave would make a good wife for me, this just being a joke of course, neither Dave nor Barbara knew what Kaye and I got up to in our own time.
The first few days of being awake were the hardest, getting used to not being able to do anything for yourself, I mean even taking a leak required help! Next came the constant stream of visitors, friends and colleagues, well-meaning of course but how many times do you really want to retell the same story? It's not as if I even could tell it first hand...
My sister and Kaye took charge of the visiting numbers nicely, they got on famously it seemed. Kate had never openly quizzed me about Kaye, why I was dating an older woman etc, but I had a feeling she'd rather see me with someone my own age. Kate tried to start off on the subject the second week I was in hospital, something along the lines of Kaye just using me, but at the time she started and then stopped herself. To be fair, Kaye being at my beck and call, looking after anything and everything hardly fitted the profile of user...
What was more troubling though was when Kaye left my cell phone at my bedside. It rang often, messages and texts were being left by many of my lady friends. Normally I'd be able to respond in a timely fashion, now I couldn't even hold the damn phone, let alone reply! One morning I woke up to find Kate flipping thru the texts on my phone. As I opened my eyes I saw what she was doing and by the look on her face she was rather startled. The direct approach used by many of my lovers had my sister stunned.
Pretending to be asleep for the moment I stirred and groaned, making Kate place the phone back on the bedside table and nothing further was said about it. Kaye arrived a little later and Kate left us alone. I mentioned to Kaye about the phone and the messages, she just laughed it off adding I should be more worried about the nurses fighting over who got to give me the daily sponge bath. Kaye, forever the cock tease, had been groping me on the sly from the first day I had awoken. In the second week she cranked it up by coming to hospital dressed to kill, making sure I got a good look at her assets and teasing me mercilessly.
The doctor I had was pretty laid back and upfront about what I had ahead of me, some further operations and then a period of recovery and rehabilitation. Day four after the accident, the day I came out of my coma, he reckoned it would be eight weeks before I'd be able to go home, albeit with daily nursing assistance required. He saw Kaye teasing me one day, in one of her typical cock tease outfits, stroking my cock under the covers, and he joked that if she kept up her 'treatment' I might be going home sooner! Motivation and attitude make all the difference to a patient's recovery he laughed, referring in a round about way to my obvious desire to bone Kaye.
My frustration at being laid up was mildly allayed by the wonderful care of the many nurses. The charge nurse in my ward had me worked out pretty soon, the number of mature ladies visiting may have been an obvious clue. Maria, the charge nurse, was a pleasant enough woman in her early forties who was efficient in the way she carried out her duties. No comment was made initially about the lady visitors who seemed more concerned with why I wasn't in a room by myself, than the injuries I'd sustained.
Vera was the boldest of the lot, pulling the curtain around my bed and jerking me off whilst the other three guys in the room had visitors around... She was quiet enough in her wrist action, but the soft grunts I made as I came gave the game away.
Maria knew why of course, the talk about me being 'a fine specimen' took only a few days to get around the ward. The rotation of nurses giving me sponge baths, done morning and afternoon, suggested that there was a waiting list... By the end of the first week I was moved to a private room, partly because of my medical insurance and no doubt partly to allow more privacy to play.
Kaye took full advantage of this, now stroking and sucking me before tucking me in for the night. She'd never been an avid cock sucker before, but for now she willingly practiced the previously avoided act of sucking my dick.
Suffice to say Kaye wasn't the only visitor that left with smeared lipstick. I wasn't complaining of course, but it did make the sponge bath routine easier to endure. Occasionally I'd have a male nurse do the sponge bath and upon seeing traces of lipstick he'd only grin slightly and carry on. One of the regular nurses, Fiona, was a bubbly woman maybe forty five or fifty, always having a laugh and flirting with me, and of course I enjoyed that! She was the first nurse to jerk me off during a sponge bath, not that I was expecting it or asked for it, she just did it and carried on. Just taking care of you is what she said, adding that I better take care of her when I got better. Whether she was flirting or making a future date I didn't know for sure at the time....
