All characters depicted in sexual actions are over 18.
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12 days, I've been in this hell hole for 12 days now. I was bedridden with only a tv mounted so high on a wall I could barely see it. I never took my home tv for granted, I loved it. It was a 60" screen and I sat close to it so I could take in all the detail. I also subscribed to all the internet services available so I could always find something to watch. This little 12" tv on the other side of the room I now found myself in was terrible. The hospital bed I was in had a built in remote to it, which I couldn't operate because both of my hands were in casts. I also had a leg in a cast and placed in suspension. I didn't know that was a real thing. It was something you'd see in cheesy comedy movies when someone had gotten hilariously injured. My injuries didn't seem comical to me. I had wrecked my motorcycle 12 days ago flying down the interstate when I hydroplaned. I got the motorcycle for my 22nd birthday, and now only a few months later I was stuck in here. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They told me I may be able to walk again someday, with a cane and after at least a year of physical therapy. Maybe.
12 days was a long time to shit in a bucket. 12 days was a long time to be stuck in a bed alone. 12 days was a long time to almost be able to see what was on that little tv. And 12 days was the longest I'd gone without getting off since I first started masturbating at 13. I was naturally horny usually, I almost never went a day without masturbating at least once. This was at least seven kinds of torture. My mind was running again, thinking about the hell I was in, and the hell that awaited me in the coming years. I wasn't the type to cry, but I felt that if I didn't distract myself my mind would consume me to that inevitable point. The nursing staff had rigged a call button for me by what I would now refer to as my good foot for the rest of my life. The tv station I was watching had shifted to infomercials sometime ago, I hadn't noticed until now. I rang the buzzer.
One of the nurses came in, pleasantly. That was one good thing about this hospital, the nurses all seemed kind and never impatient. I really appreciated that right now, they were my only social interaction. My parents had come in the first few days of my accident. Then my dad had a business meeting out of the country and my mother always went with him, she didn't trust him at all. That started after some event in Japan that I still have no details to, though I can imagine it amounted to an affair.
"What do you need honey? How's your bedpan?" The nurse asked reaching to check.
"No that's not it, it's still clean." Actually it was full of piss, but I found that embarrassing so I only had them change it when I took a dump, which I held out on as long as possible.
"Really? I'm gonna up your fluids, we need to get that hose of yours going." She made a note of it on my chart, I didn't correct her. When she finished writing I spoke again.
"Actually I was wondering if you'd change the tv channel for me. I can't believe anyone would willingly watch something like this." The infomercial was for some small blender that didn't look like it could hold more than a cocktail. She laughed.
"I know right? Sure thing sweetie, what channel?" I hadn't had cable since I was a teenager and everything was different now, although I was becoming reacclimatized to scheduled programming and commercials. It was crazy to me the way we used to live before streaming services.
"I guess the comedy channel again." She walked up next to the bed and reached beside me to where the remote was mounted. I could smell her perfume, it was pleasant. Anything sensual was both welcome and despised as I could do nothing to appease myself. Her hand brushed against my hip as the remote was very close to it. She was attractive. Maybe 40 but she still looked amazing, most of the nurses here did. She had dark blonde hair with lighter highlights streaked throughout, or maybe the other way around, I wasn't sure. As she flipped through the channels manually she simultaneously prodded my upper thigh with every button press. I don't think it was intentional. Thankfully that wasn't a place where I was injured being on my good side. In fact, the simple touch felt good. Her hands were soft, delicate. It was about 50 channels to go through the way she was going, she could have gone down and started back at the top but I was kinda glad she didn't.
"I can't believe there's so many channels on cable now, we used to only have 12 when I was growing up." I smiled at her as she continued the progression. The jostling motion she made against me was shaking my member a little bit, every new flicker of the tv marked a time my penis would rock along my thigh. Having gone so long without orgasm this thrilled me way more than it should have, I started getting a little chub. Having my leg strung up like it was would serve to hide that though, so I embraced it thankfully. When she finally reached the comedy channel she looked as though she just finished a brief workout.
"Whew! Alright sweetie, if there's anything else you need just let us know okay? I know it must be hard being stuck in this bed." She had no idea.
As she walked away I checked out her ass. I loved these nurse uniforms, they were thin and tight around all the right places, and she had a nice round caboose. I watched her cute butt jiggle as she reached the door. She caught my gaze as she exited and smiled with a quiet embarrassed laugh. I hope she didn't mind me looking. I looked up at the tv to see it was one of those coming of age movies that would have a lot of high school and college kids hooking up throughout the movie. I wondered for a moment what kind of hookups, if any, awaited me in the coming years. I had heard that some women go for handicapped men as it let their maternal instinct flourish, I pondered if that was true. My penis had not subsided and felt hot against my leg, it was bittersweet as it was good to know it still worked fine, but once again tormenting that I could not grant myself release. I looked longingly at the women on the little screen, squinting my eyes to better see the cleavage and curves.
Impulsively I started rocking my hips, grinding myself against my leg. I became hopeful as my erection and the stroking intensified, I got a little carried away though and felt pains in my bad leg as I tried to go a little faster, forcing my pace to slow. That brought me to my senses a little bit and I weighed the pros and cons of this situation. I could get off, if I kept a slow pace and didn't hurt myself, though I figured the pain would be worth it. The real downside would be that I had no way of cleaning myself and it would be noticed the next time I got a sponge bath or my bed pan changed, or maybe sooner if there was a large wet spot on my lap. I didn't really want the nurse to have to deal with that, but the thought of my last sponge bath filled my mind.
The nurse that had performed it was about my age. She was professional about it, unfortunately. I honestly did become erect then too. She was a redhead, my weakness. I staved it off while she washed my face and good leg, but when she opened my gown to get to my torso and groin I couldn't keep it down. I told her I was sorry and so embarrassed which I was, though also a little proud of my size. She said it was okay, and that it actually usually happened. She cleaned it anyway but it was brief, just what was necessary. I fantasized about it going further now though.
"Unh, what a nice cock. I've never seen one so biiig." I realized that was cheesy, and more than likely untrue with the way she looked, but hey, this is my fantasy.
My sexualized version of the redhead now had her hair down and was straddling my good leg as she sudsed up my shaft.
"Do you like the way I clean it for you?"
"Yes" I said aloud, to the empty room. I was rocking again, absentmindedly deciding to go ahead and allow my ejaculation.
The imaginary redhead was stroking faster now. "I want you to blow that hot load aaaaall oooover me."
"Oh... yeah..." I was getting close, my leg was covered in slick precum. I had to twist slightly to keep my penis against it. It was very uncomfortable but wouldn't last much longer. Just then I felt my foot hit the little nurse buzzer again.
"Shit shit shit!" I rolled a little too far back the other way and felt a sharp shooting pain in my bad leg, much worse than before. The same dirty blonde nurse that had changed the channel for me came in smiling, then frowned when she looked at my face.
"Hey, are you okay? Got some pain?" She looked at my heart rate monitor which had a quickened pace and rushed over to me.
"Where is it? Your arm?" She asked and looked me over.
