I do not know why I agreed. I had never paid for commercial sex before, and
yet I was about to.
Maybe I felt bad that these two girls had to struggle to earn a living, and
study part-time as well. Maybe I wanted to help them, but get something in
return.
Me: So how does this work?
M: You take us, or me, or them, to a hotel room. Then you let us do whatever
we want.
Me: How about payment?
M: You obviously don’t have to pay me. As for them, it’s up to you.
I flashed back to the threesome with Nicole and Natalie. Could I handle a
third girl? Would they be doing the same things? Did I really need viagra?
Would I still be walking properly in the morning?
Me: I don’t think I can handle all three of you. Realistically speaking of
course.
M: That’s disappointing. So who do you want?
Me: Erm.
My gaze swept from Laura, to Cherry, to Maryanne, and back. Maryanne
obviously had the hottest body, Laura was cute and all that, but something
was drawing me to Cherry. Perhaps it was her spectacles, and braces. Maybe I
wanted to feel what a metal-mouthed blowjob would be like. Furthermore, she
was the closest in age to me.
Me: I’ll take Cherry.
M: And us?
Me: I don’t feel up for a three or foursome…
Maryanne looked a little disappointed.
M: You sure?
Me: Yes.
M: You want her the whole night? Or just one shot?
Me: Erm. One shot?
M: Ok, then we’ll queue up behind her.
Me: What?
M: I think you can go more than once a night…
Me: How is this different from a threesome?
M: We’ll watch from the side…
Me: Are you kidding? Then I might as well take all of you….
M: Exactly my point.
Me: You’re crazy.
M: Nope. Just horny.
Me: Then get a few guys from here to satisfy you…
M: Look around. Do you see anyone who fits my criteria?
I scanned the remaining patrons in the bar. They were mostly middle-aged.
Me: Shit. Don’t be a cradle snatcher.
M: You don’t belong in a cradle.
Me: Erm. Ok. So now what?
M: Let’s go!
Me: All four of us?
M: Yeah. It makes more sense for us to share a cab back later.
Me: Which hotel is going to let the four of us in?
M: There’s a Hotel 81 and a Fragrance Hotel along Joo Chiat Road.
Me: And they will let us book a room?
M: You just have to pay extra.
Me: You seriously want to do this?
M: Yep. So now decide. Just Cherry or all of us?
Me: I’ll still choose just Cherry.
M: I’ll pay for the hotel.
Me: Why are you so desperate?
M: I haven’t had young cock in awhile…
Me: Shit. You’re not a succubus right?
M: I’m still human.
Me: Argh. Ok. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll go with you. Send Cherry and Laura
home first.
M: Seriously?
Me: Yes. I need to get you off my back. Give you a good fucking then maybe
you won’t bother me anymore.
M: Now that’s rather silly. If you gave me a good fucking, I will just ask
for more.
I obviously was not thinking straight when I said it.
Me: Crap.
I pulled out a fifty from my wallet and passed it to Cherry.
Me: Go home with Laura. I’ll go with your Tita.
Cherry was reluctant to take the cash but I practically shoved it down her
bra. She gave me a long, lingering, wet kiss.
C: Next time we do it, ok?
Me: I guess.
Laura gave me a peck on the cheek and she left with Cherry to get their
stuff.
I looked at Maryanne.
Me: Ok you slutty sex demon whore let’s go.
Thanks for the concern and well-wishes bros, I was only discharged from
hospital last weekend.
I was involved in a hit and run accident. One big problem that arose out of
this is that there were no witnesses, and neither I, nor my friend (the
driver) can recall anything, other than the car that hit us and disappeared
was an OPC black hatchback. I will not release any other details here to
prevent unwanted speculation and vigilantism.
Physically, I guess I’m fine, other than the fractured leg (which apparently
is the same leg I injured during training). My cousin, Esoterics1984, tells
me I was in a coma for a few days in the ICU. Other than the constant
headaches, and memory loss, I’m guessing nothing else is wrong with me.
Frankly speaking, I’ve been reading this thread over and over again, and I
can’t really recall some of these things ever happening. The doctor did say
I would suffer from amnesia.
I’m sorry but I’ve to disappoint the bros here with regards to the last
story, the one on Maryanne. I do remember her being my boss, and sleeping
with her on a couple of occasions, but that’s all I remember.
So please be patient as I recover my memories.
There is one story I’ll share with you, and it happened while I was in the
hospital. But I’ll type it out another time.
Once again, sorry if I’ve disappointed you, and thanks for your patience.
Hi Bros, my friend, the driver, just informed me that he’s being investigated for reckless driving and causing hurt? Is that even possible?
We were hit by a speeding car and after impact he lost control of his vehicle , skidded, and hit the centre divider. I fail to see how this is his fault…
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blohsg
Only witness is the centre divider and what not right?
Hopefully there wasn’t any alcohol involved.
Any impact residue/transfer on the accident vehicle where it was being hit?
I just asked my friend, he said the police told him they are still investigating.
I also asked my friend in SPF, he said usually they don’t reveal status of investigations, especially since the guy is under investigation for reckless driving, but if there’s proof of a collision then they will investigate further.
Well, anyway, while I was warded in hospital, after being discharged from
the ICU, I was initially in a 6-bedder B2 class ward. Susequently, I was
upgraded to a 2-bedder A2 class, with attached bathroom, air-conditioning,
television etc. The meals were also better (when I was able to eat solid
food of course), and I had a great window view, of the next building.
Shirley was with me almost every night, and apart from my cousin,
half-brothers, Jason and Jenny, I hardly received any visitors, other than
the occasional drop-in from my camp mates who snuck me out on a wheelchair
to a car park damn far away just to smoke.
Now here’s where the story gets a little interesting.
We have all heard about stories of hot nurses and frisky patients. Some of
us, me included, have actually watched porn with nurses and patients
fucking, or even the overly unrealistic hentai series, Night Shift Nurses.
The first week or so after I was out of ICU, I was still relatively
immobile, and baths were just a wipedown at the bed, usually by one of the
senior enrolled nurses.
I had assumed that usually this kind of thing was supposed to be done by the
male nurses, but somehow, the nurses at the ward I was at were mostly
female, and the only male nurse I saw was usually on the day shift, and
bathing of the patients were done in the morning, usually just before the
night shift handed over to the day, or just after the day shift took over.
The last week I was in hospital, I was allowed to move around on crutches,
or a wheelchair, and I found myself heading to the patients’ lounge to watch
television rather than stay in bed like a paraplegic.
When it came to bath time, I attempted doing it myself on the first day, as
the nurse assigned to bathe me was the male nurse, and I did not like the
idea of a dude handling my private parts, however professional he may be.
It was a huge mistake. No doubt I had been hospitalised before for my
previous training injury, but the accident made me rather weak, and I
struggled to even get out of the hospital gown. I probably spent an eternity
in the attached bathroom, refusing to pull on the red cord to ask for help,
before I struggled back to bed. I decided that the next day, I would not
bother who it was who was tasked to bathe me, and just let them do their
job.
I was in for a pleasant surprise.
The next morning, after an absurdly early breakfast and medication, it was
barely 8am, I was greeted by two student nurses from NYP or ITE, I never
really asked. One was probably a Myanmmar or Vietnamese national, judging by
the name on her name tag, and the other was a Malay guy who appeared to be a
little effeminate.
Nurse 1: Hi! I’m Tina!
Me: That’s not what it says on your name tag…
T: Tina’s my English name, it’s easier for the patients.
Nurse 2: I’m Fairuz.
His voice was rather shrill, and I swear his eyebrows were plucked.
Me: Ok. You’re here to check my temperature or blood pressure?
F: We’re here to bathe you.
Me: Both of you?
F: No. Only one.
Me: You mean I get to choose?
T: If it’s a sponge bathe, I can do it, but if you want to go to the
bathroom, he’ll do it.
Me: Any particular reason why?
F: No reason. Female nurses are allowed to bathe both male and female
patients, but obviously male nurses can only bathe male patients.
Me: I see. So I’m like a guinea pig?
T: Not really, we’ve both bathed patients before.
F: The staff nurse mentioned that you tried to shower by yourself yesterday
and you looked really tired after that, so we’re seeing if you need any
assistance.
Wow. A-class wards really had a higher service standards compare to other
wards. Or maybe it was the nurses job to notice such things.
I looked at Tina. She was short, hair tied up in a bun, and had a very sweet
smile. I estimated her boobs to be a small B-cup, her extremely tight nurses
uniform not doing me any favours. Then I looked at Fairuz. He certainly
looked effeminate, coupled with his higher-than-usual pitched voice, I
wondered if he was gay.
F: So what will it be?
Me: I guess I wanna shower.
F: Ok. Can you get up by yourself?
Me: I think so.
T: Hold on. I’ll get the commode.
I sat up on the bed. Maybe I was paranoid but I felt Fairuz eyeing me the
minute Tina left. I was no homophobic or anything, but in my vulnerable
state, being taken advantage of by a male nurse, and a student at that, was
not very high on my priority list.
Tina returned with the commode and Fairuz helped me onto it. He then wheeled
me into the attached bathroom and shut the door. Tina remained outside.
Damn. Alone with a male nurse, who might or might not be gay, in a bathroom
when I can’t run away.
I removed the hospital gown and the disposable underwear, sitting on the
commode with nothing to protect my modesty.
For what it’s worth, Fairuz was extremely professional, donning latex gloves
before handling me, and even checking if the the water was warm enough. He
wrapped my injured leg in a plastic bag before wetting my body. Thankfully,
there was a bath sponge which he used, instead of his gloved hands.
However, I could not help but think that he was staring at my crotch, and
silently licking his lips.
The washing of my upper body went well, and he moved to my lower body. His
touch was gentle, and caring, as a nurses touch should be, and had he not
have the same thing between his legs as me, I might have gotten an erection
from the bath. Thankfully, I did not.
Me: Erm. I can wash down there myself.
F: Oh it’s ok! We nurses are trained to be professional!
Damn.
I tried to imagine that Tina was the one who was scrubbing my cock and balls
but it did not work. Fairuz seemed to take great pleasure in rubbing the
sponge on my groin, making sure it was clean. Well, at least he did not get
down on his knees to do it.
My relief was short lived as he actually did get down on his knees to scrub
my lower leg (the uninjured one), and his face came dangerously close.
But I really have to give him credit. Although I felt mentally violated, not
once did Fairuz touch me inappropriately. Or that’s what I felt anyway.
He rinsed off the soap suds.
F: All done!
His high-pitched sing-song voice was getting kind of irritating.
F: Oh no! I forgot the towel!
And he opened the door. Tina was still hanging around outside and I saw her
looking in. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands. I saw her
stifle a giggle. Fairuz re-entered with the towel.
F: Sorry about that!
Me: Just get over with it…
He took his time wiping me down, taking an exceptionally long time at my
nether regions, making sure I was completely dry.
F: Don’t mind me saying, but you have a nice cock.
What the fuck. So he was gay.
Me: Er?
F: I like men who take the time and effort to groom their pubes.
Groom their pubes? Who the fuck uses that term?
Me: Yeah, I shave. It’s more hygienic.
F: Exactly! I wax mine though.
Me: I didn’t need to know that.
F: Sorry. It’s my personality.
Me: Yes. You are rather outgoing…
F: It’s good for nurses to be friendly. It sets patients at ease.
Me: Ok.
F: Don’t worry. I’m not interested in you. I’m already attached.
Me: Really?
F: Yeah! She’s a staff nurse at another hospital.
Me: She? I thought you were-
F: Gay? Haha! I get that a lot.
Me: Sorry. It’s just-
F: My voice? I damaged my voicebox when I was a kid.
Me: Oh. I’m sorry.
F: Don’t be. Just think of me as a metrosexual.
He finished wiping me down and passed me fresh clothes.
F: There you go!
I got dressed and he wheeled me back to my bed. Tina was at the other bed
helping my room-mate get up. He was changing into his civilian wear.
Me: Getting discharged?
Roommate: Yeah. It’s about time.
Me: You were in a car accident too right?
R: Yeah. Fucking drunk driver.
Me: Well, it’s good you’re better.
R: Thanks man. You take care too.
I settled back into my bed. So I would be alone for awhile until someone
else occupied the bed. Well, at least I could now watch TV at a louder
volume without disturbing anyone.
F: Ring us if you need anything.
Me: Yep. Sorry I assumed you were gay.
F: No worries. Have a good rest.
sorry for the lack of updates bro, i was re-admitted to hospital for a wound infection. but i’m out again… thanks for the patience…
The next day, after breakfast, it was time for my shower again. I was half
expecting Fairuz to come around again but it was Tina who brought the
commode over.
T: Morning!
Me: Good morning. Alone today?
T: Yep! Fairuz is on the night shift. Ready for your bath?
Me: I think so.
T: Don’t tell me you’re disappointed that Fairuz isn’t giving you a bath…
Wow, was this little girl flirting with me?
Me: No, no. Just wondering.
T: Don’t tell me you’re shy?
Me: Shy? I let a guy touch my private parts. What’s there to be shy about?
I got on the commode and she wheeled me into the bathroom.
T: Ah. Interesting. Did you get an erection?
Me: What?
Tina locked the door behind her.
Me: Hey. Fairuz didn’t lock the door.
T: Oh? He must have forgotten.
Me: Right. Why did you ask if I had an erection?
T: Well, I came by a few times to check your temperature but you were fast
asleep, but I noticed your, ahem.
Me: What?
T: You had a couple of erections while you were asleep…
Damn disposable underwear and hospital gown.
Me: Erm.
T: It looks like you’ve got a sizeable cock.
Me: Er, what?
Tina wasn’t being very professional.
T: Oh, it’s normal. You probably haven’t had a release for quite some
time…
Me: Huh?
T: I read your file, you were comatose for awhile. It’s been what, 2 weeks
since you had the opportunity to have sex or masturbate?
Me: Why are you asking all this?
T: I’m being friendly?
Me: But not very professional…
T: You’re offended?
Me: Not really. But I find it a little strange.
T: Why?
Me: Your questions.
T: I’m just curious.
Me: Right.
T: My guy friends wank twice a day on average. The attached ones are so
horny that they have sex almost daily.
Me: So?
T: So, you’re a guy. No ring on your finger so I guess you’re unattached.
Aren’t you horny?
Tina leaned towards me to remove my gown, accidentally pressing her soft
boobs on my shoulder.
Me: Er. It’s complicated.
She removed my underwear.
T: How complicated can it be? You get horny, you wank. Simple, isn’t it?
Me: Well, I certainly can’t wank when I’m asleep.
T: I’m guessing you’re a grower.
Me: A what?
T: A grower as opposed to a shower. As in small while flaccid but sizeable
when erect.
I did not know if I should be embarrassed or not. I looked down at my limp
dick. It was a little small.
T: Cos through your gown, I thought your cock was pretty huge.
Me: Er, thanks?
T: Don’t mind me. I compare the cock sizes of all my patients.
Me: What?
T: It’s like a fetish. I can’t explain it.
Me: That’s not very healthy.
T: But it’s fun! Especially when they get erections while I’m bathing them.
I get to see cocks of all ages and sizes.
Me: That’s pretty sick.
T: Then why is it twitching?
My cock was subconsciously waking up.
Me: Damn.
T: Haha. You ready for your bath?
Tina grabbed the shower head and turned it on. The cold jets of water hit me
and I squirmed.
T: Too cold?
She reached over and adjusted the temperature, while aiming the jets at my
crotch. Coincidentally, her boobs pressed against me again.
It was twitching like no tomorrow.
T: Better?
Me: I guess.
She finished wetting my body and set the shower head down. She grabbed the
shower foam and started lathering me up. It was then when I realised that
she was not wearing gloves.
I felt her soft hands rubbing my shoulders and chest, before moving down to
my stomach and back. It really had been awhile since a girl had touched me
like this. I thought I was going to cum without direct stimulation.
She went behind me.
T: Close your eyes.
Me: Why?
T: Shampoo.
I closed my eyes and Tina squeezed a liberal amount of shampoo onto my head.
She massaged it slowly into my scalp, creating an obscene amount of foam. I
felt it flow down my face, rendering me unable to open my eyes anyway. Then
she stopped.
I sensed that she had moved in front of me and began rubbing shampoo into my
pubic hair, whatever little of it was left. Then, she gave a few quick tugs
on my erect cock and stopped.
What in the world was she up to?
I heard the door being unlocked and opened, then closed.
Me: Tina?
There was no response.
I felt around for the shower head to try to wash the shampoo from my eyes
but I could not find it.
Shit, she left me there helpless, in a compromising situation, soap in my
eyes, and a raging hard on.
Truth be told, I was horny. Not having a release since the accident probably
screwed up my urges. And Tina was not helping me at all.
Instinctively, my left hand reached for my throbbing cock and. started
wanking, using the shampoo as a lubricant.
I tried to be as silent as possible not wanting to attract any unwanted
attention, seeing as the door was unlocked.
After around 5 minutes of intense and concentrated wanking, I felt the
familiar urge to cum.
Then I heard the door opening. Instinctively, I released the throbbing and
almost spitting monster and pretended that I was not doing anything.
Me: Tina?
T (sounding breathless): Sorry! Sorry! I had to attend to something. I know
I’m not supposed to leave a patient unattended in the toilet. Are you ok?
I did not know that. But I decided to punish her for it.
Me: You aren’t supposed to leave a patient alone in the toilet? What if I
fell down? And broke my other leg?
T: Sorry! It won’t happen again.
Me: And you left me here all alone with the door unlocked. What if someone
came in?
T: I’m sorry.
I decided to try my luck.
Me: And you made me horny…
T: What?
Me: Can you wash off the soap for me first? I can’t see anything.
T: Ok.
She took the shower head and hurriedly sprayed my face, rinsing off the
soap.
I wiped my eyes and contemplated grabbing her hands and directing them
towards my still hard cock, but decided against it in case she reported me
to the police.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. For someone who claimed to be sorry, and
had left me as she had something urgent to attend to, she certainly did not
look apologetic. I detected a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
She started washing the rest of body and ended up at my crotch.
T: Wow, you’re still hard, after so long. Either you are really horny, or
you’ll be a damn good fuck.
Me: How so?
T: Well, you can maintain an erection this long, without added stimulation.
I propositioned her.
Me: Wouldn’t you like to find out then?
Tina did not reply, but continued washing the rest of me. I decided it was
best not to ask again, in case she really took action, legal or otherwise.
She patted me dry with a towel and helped me into my clothes, then wheeled
me back to the bed.
The rest of the day was spent sleeping or channel surfing and I was getting
rather bored. Tina came by on her usual rounds to check my vitals and to
give me my medicine but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Either she did
not hear what I said or she chose to ignore me.
It did not really matter anyway. She did start it by flirting with me, and
when I hit back, I guess she was not prepared for it.
Before she ended her shift, she came over to talk to me.
T: Hey. You’ve got an iPhone right?
Me: Yeah.
T: What’s your number?
Me: Why?
T: You must be bored and need someone to chat with.
Me: Er.
T: So? What is it?
What was she up to? Was it against hospital policy for staff to fratenise
with patients?
Me: You can always get it from my file…
T: I know. But it’s not very sincere and a little stalkerish.
Me: Wow, I never actually heard anyone use that term before.
T: Stalkerish?
Me: Yeah.
T: Well, I just did.
Me: And I must comment that your spoken English is very good…
T: Thanks. My parents are both journalists, it must be their influence.
Me: Are you a PR?
T: Yes! I’m thinking of getting my citizenship soon…
Me: So you’re almost 21?
T: Actually, I’ve yet to reach 17…
Me: Don’t you have to be 21 to apply for citizenship?
T: Not really, both my parents are already citizens. I was born in Myanmmar.
And my three brothers had to serve NS before they could apply, I don’t.
Me: So what are you waiting for?
T: I don’t know. Maybe I’ll wait for awhile until my third brother finishes
his NS then I’ll apply with him!
Me: I see. So you’ve been here long? Where did you study?
T: Actually I’ve been here since after I was born. I studied at XXX Sec.
Me: So why do you want my number again?
T: I’m just being friendly.
Well, I doubt it would hurt having more friends, so I gave her my number.
Even if something sexual did develop from this, she was legal anyway.
T: Thanks. I’ll be leaving now.
She turned and left just as Shirley came in.
S: Awfully friendly nurse ain’t she?
Me: Jealous?
S: Of a little girl? Come on. It’s not as if we’re in an exclusive
relationship…
That was true. Although I was still living with Shirley, and we fucked
relatively often, there still was no concrete talk of a committed
relationship between us.