I knew it was appendicitis long before I ever went to the ER, so it was no surprise to me when the doctor told me it was going to have to come out. I listened as he detailed the plans to remove my appendix as soon as everything was set up and they could get me prepped and into the OR.
I participated in all the presurgical tasks required, marking the site, signing consents, scrubbing the surgical site and the like. As the matronly looking nurse rolled my stretcher into the OR I took note of the big wall clock with red numbers 7:58pm, I remarked on how dark and quiet it was at that time of the night. She cheerily said, “Yep you’re probably going to be our only care tonight honey.”
A tall thin lady came into the room and introduced herself as the anaesthetist, “I’m going to give you some medication in your IV to help you sleep then we will do a few other tasks and the doctor will be right in.” She leaned over me and said count backwards from 100.” Already feeling the effects of the drug, I managed to make it to a respectable 97 and my world went dark and silent.
My next memory was hearing a lone male voice off in the distance somewhere, I knew he was talking to me, and I couldn’t discern any words from the baritone melody of his voice. I did know he was moving closer to me as the volume was increasing, or maybe I was moving towards him. I wasn’t sure. Slowly my mind was awakening but my body seemed to be disconnected from it, at least for the moment. The first true sensation I remember was a warm snug safe feeling, like being wrapped in a warm cloud. I never wanted to leave; the baritone voice was telling me I had too though. “Wake up buddy, open your eyes and look at me,” the voice crooned. I decided I was going to pretend to be asleep for just a short while longer, I desperately wanted to stay in that warm soft place.
The voice was kind and gentle, it began telling me things that were going to happen, “Taking these leads off from you now, flushing the IV.” I kept my eyes closed as though asleep. As things began to happen to my body, I began to become more and more aware, I felt the cool of the IV flush, I felt the tug of the adhesive electrodes being removed from my skin, none of which particularly bothered me though.
Next the voice said, “I am going to remove the catheter from your bladder, you just rest, and I will take good care of you.” I felt two unseen hands pulling back my soft warm cloud and the chill of the hospital room hit me for the first time. This seemed cruel, why couldn’t this voice, this person, just go away and let me sleep. I felt the warm gloved hands on my skin and the voice talked me through the process of removing the tube that was in my penis draining my bladder. It was uncomfortable but the warmth and strength of the hands working in my groin felt good. Eyes still closed I chose to focus on the touch of the man I knew was attached to that smooth voice. Moments later the catheter was out, and the hands released their hold on my penis. I was glad the catheter was gone, but I missed the hands. I felt the warmth of my soft cloud return and I began to drift back into my dreams slightly.
I must have fallen asleep again as I remember being awoken by a second voice I did not know, saying something and “Taking him up to the floor.” Soon I heard the soft baritone voice reply, “He is still out of it, I will stay here a while and take him up then he is more alert.” This other voice seemed to be pleased with this replay and cheerfully said, “That’s fine, well I’m going home then, see you in the morning.” The two voices exchanged greetings and it was soon quiet again. I sensed the presence of the man I knew was attached to my smooth baritone voice, he sat on a chair pulled up next to my bedside. “Take your time buddy, wake up when you’re ready, I will sit here with you. We are the only two down here so there is no rush,” he said.
I drifted off to sleep again at some point. I remember feeling a movement in my soft warm cloud, as my foggy mind began to focus, I felt it again, I realized it was a hand moving under the blankets that made up my warm cloud. A moment later I felt the hand touch my bare hip. I wasn’t particularly surprised by this as the hands had touched me several time before that as it carried out different duties. I felt the weight of the hand as the fingers grasped the top of my thigh, suddenly I became aware that this time the hand didn’t have a glove on it. The warmth of the hand felt good and the slight rhythmic squeezing on my upper and inner thigh felt good. I decided to relax and enjoy the hands wanderings. Soon then hand had made its way the between my legs and I felt the light stroking of fingers along the base of my scrotum. I felt my cock begin to throb and I knew I was getting hard. I wondered of the hand would follow my growing cock. It did.
As the warm hand began to trace the length of my ever-hardening cock I could feel it beginning to slowly and gently slide up and down my shaft. Enjoying this sensation and not willing to risk ending it, I was content to lay with my eyes closed pretending to sleep. Feeling me relax under its grip the had become more intent in its purpose and started a steady rhythmic motion, down my shaft and back up to my swollen head. I could feel the wet sticky leaking of my precum on the underside of the blankets. Still the hand slowly and intently worked my cock. I could feel the growing sensation of an impending orgasm of the hand continued milking me.
Somehow sensing I was getting close the hand concentrated its efforts at the head of my cock, I felt my body convulse as the first wave of cum exploded from the tip of my swollen glans and splattered on the underside of my warm blanket cloud. Again and again, I shot thick ropes of cum, the hand cupped my tender glans and used my own cum as lube to massage the head of my cock quickly and rhythmically, intent on forcing as much pleasure out of my rock-solid cock as possible. Finally moaning out loud and breaking my disguise the hand pulled away quickly. I felt the man this magic hand and that sweet voice was attached to move away quickly. Moments later he has back at my side with a warm rag to clean away the results of his efforts.
Eyes open now and fully awake I feigned ignorance and said in a groggy voice, “What happened?” He smiled a soft smile and said, “Sometimes anaesthesia can cause younger men to orgasm, it’s a completely normal process and nothing to be ashamed of.” I will clean you up in just a sec and get you some clean fresh linens.” Once he had me clean and a fresh blanket covering me, he said, “I’m going to wheel you up to your room now, the nurse on the floor will take good care of you tonight.” “Ok, thank you,” I said closing my eyes to rest. “She won’t take care of me like you have though,” I thought to myself and smiled.
I participated in all the presurgical tasks required, marking the site, signing consents, scrubbing the surgical site and the like. As the matronly looking nurse rolled my stretcher into the OR I took note of the big wall clock with red numbers 7:58pm, I remarked on how dark and quiet it was at that time of the night. She cheerily said, “Yep you’re probably going to be our only care tonight honey.”
A tall thin lady came into the room and introduced herself as the anaesthetist, “I’m going to give you some medication in your IV to help you sleep then we will do a few other tasks and the doctor will be right in.” She leaned over me and said count backwards from 100.” Already feeling the effects of the drug, I managed to make it to a respectable 97 and my world went dark and silent.
My next memory was hearing a lone male voice off in the distance somewhere, I knew he was talking to me, and I couldn’t discern any words from the baritone melody of his voice. I did know he was moving closer to me as the volume was increasing, or maybe I was moving towards him. I wasn’t sure. Slowly my mind was awakening but my body seemed to be disconnected from it, at least for the moment. The first true sensation I remember was a warm snug safe feeling, like being wrapped in a warm cloud. I never wanted to leave; the baritone voice was telling me I had too though. “Wake up buddy, open your eyes and look at me,” the voice crooned. I decided I was going to pretend to be asleep for just a short while longer, I desperately wanted to stay in that warm soft place.
The voice was kind and gentle, it began telling me things that were going to happen, “Taking these leads off from you now, flushing the IV.” I kept my eyes closed as though asleep. As things began to happen to my body, I began to become more and more aware, I felt the cool of the IV flush, I felt the tug of the adhesive electrodes being removed from my skin, none of which particularly bothered me though.
Next the voice said, “I am going to remove the catheter from your bladder, you just rest, and I will take good care of you.” I felt two unseen hands pulling back my soft warm cloud and the chill of the hospital room hit me for the first time. This seemed cruel, why couldn’t this voice, this person, just go away and let me sleep. I felt the warm gloved hands on my skin and the voice talked me through the process of removing the tube that was in my penis draining my bladder. It was uncomfortable but the warmth and strength of the hands working in my groin felt good. Eyes still closed I chose to focus on the touch of the man I knew was attached to that smooth voice. Moments later the catheter was out, and the hands released their hold on my penis. I was glad the catheter was gone, but I missed the hands. I felt the warmth of my soft cloud return and I began to drift back into my dreams slightly.
I must have fallen asleep again as I remember being awoken by a second voice I did not know, saying something and “Taking him up to the floor.” Soon I heard the soft baritone voice reply, “He is still out of it, I will stay here a while and take him up then he is more alert.” This other voice seemed to be pleased with this replay and cheerfully said, “That’s fine, well I’m going home then, see you in the morning.” The two voices exchanged greetings and it was soon quiet again. I sensed the presence of the man I knew was attached to my smooth baritone voice, he sat on a chair pulled up next to my bedside. “Take your time buddy, wake up when you’re ready, I will sit here with you. We are the only two down here so there is no rush,” he said.
I drifted off to sleep again at some point. I remember feeling a movement in my soft warm cloud, as my foggy mind began to focus, I felt it again, I realized it was a hand moving under the blankets that made up my warm cloud. A moment later I felt the hand touch my bare hip. I wasn’t particularly surprised by this as the hands had touched me several time before that as it carried out different duties. I felt the weight of the hand as the fingers grasped the top of my thigh, suddenly I became aware that this time the hand didn’t have a glove on it. The warmth of the hand felt good and the slight rhythmic squeezing on my upper and inner thigh felt good. I decided to relax and enjoy the hands wanderings. Soon then hand had made its way the between my legs and I felt the light stroking of fingers along the base of my scrotum. I felt my cock begin to throb and I knew I was getting hard. I wondered of the hand would follow my growing cock. It did.
As the warm hand began to trace the length of my ever-hardening cock I could feel it beginning to slowly and gently slide up and down my shaft. Enjoying this sensation and not willing to risk ending it, I was content to lay with my eyes closed pretending to sleep. Feeling me relax under its grip the had become more intent in its purpose and started a steady rhythmic motion, down my shaft and back up to my swollen head. I could feel the wet sticky leaking of my precum on the underside of the blankets. Still the hand slowly and intently worked my cock. I could feel the growing sensation of an impending orgasm of the hand continued milking me.
Somehow sensing I was getting close the hand concentrated its efforts at the head of my cock, I felt my body convulse as the first wave of cum exploded from the tip of my swollen glans and splattered on the underside of my warm blanket cloud. Again and again, I shot thick ropes of cum, the hand cupped my tender glans and used my own cum as lube to massage the head of my cock quickly and rhythmically, intent on forcing as much pleasure out of my rock-solid cock as possible. Finally moaning out loud and breaking my disguise the hand pulled away quickly. I felt the man this magic hand and that sweet voice was attached to move away quickly. Moments later he has back at my side with a warm rag to clean away the results of his efforts.
Eyes open now and fully awake I feigned ignorance and said in a groggy voice, “What happened?” He smiled a soft smile and said, “Sometimes anaesthesia can cause younger men to orgasm, it’s a completely normal process and nothing to be ashamed of.” I will clean you up in just a sec and get you some clean fresh linens.” Once he had me clean and a fresh blanket covering me, he said, “I’m going to wheel you up to your room now, the nurse on the floor will take good care of you tonight.” “Ok, thank you,” I said closing my eyes to rest. “She won’t take care of me like you have though,” I thought to myself and smiled.