to hold it for him. There were lotsa guys who couldn't handle their own sponge baths, so again I would be the patient caregiver who would wash them down and then dry them off and make them as comfortable as possible.

This was certainly not uncomfortable for me, and I eagerly did my rounds during the daytime, serving each patient in my care. It also gave me a chance to (certainly with reason) do lots of touching and watching reactions to my ministrations. I soon found that I could easily determine which patients had "responded" to my touch in ways that indicated that they were experienced in this area and were willing for an after-dark tryst.

Other times it became obvious that I had found someone who wasn't at all experienced in this arena, but their body language betrayed them and responded to my touch in ways they would never have expected. You could see the surprise in their eyes, but could also easily sense their willing complicity in investigating it further.

This tended to make the nighttime hours very interesting. With little available staff, it was easy for me to be up and around in the darkened wards (I barely slept for three months!). It was simple to encourage an encounter with a patient who was in a private room. A little more challenging for one in a shared room and not at all easy for someone on the ward floor. But I quickly developed a routine, where I could count on easy connections for a little fun... and often with patients who were reciprocal in their response.

I vividly recall one guy who was in leg casts. He had a well-developed hard body but was in this totally restricted lower body contraption that allowed virtually no movement of his legs (they were firmly braced apart - spread). One arm was in a raised cast as well. He was young and naive and because of the severity of his problems he was in a private room. I struck up a conversation and soon had him comfortable and easily talking and sharing things about his life. Due to his restricted movements I had to do a pretty thorough sponge bath on him daily. It didn't take long for me to find out that he really reacted when I washed near his groin area. While he was kind of embarrassed at first, a little "Hell, don't worry about it, it happens to everyone" conversation soon put him at ease. I made sure he developed more and more confidence in me as a friend and confidant... a partner of sorts during his troubled times.

One afternoon when we were quite alone, I did a prolonged bath that took a few more liberties than normal, and was a little more aggressive when toweling him dry. I made sure I did it gently, but focused the fluffy terrycloth on stroking down his penis then on around the tops of his casts. I then gently lifted his balls to dry him off down there and that pushed his penis toward the side, where I made sure it rubbed against the towel again. I then used my fingers to explore the area right inside the casts, telling him we wanted to make sure it wasn't still wet. As I lightly toweled his growing rod I teased that we better be careful or he would make things wet again!

I continued this slowly until he was really growing rigid and was starting to leak pre-cum. He was obviously