sensations were wonderful, and he and I were both lost in a world of pure lust and desire.

With our paces so well matched, we soon reached a shared climax and there was jizz everywhere. We knew it would be obvious when the sheets were removed for cleaning, but Hell, this was a hospital full of randy young men, who if they weren't stroking off every night were probably having the biggest wet dreams of their lives! So the sheets weren't a problem.

After we spent a few moments just enjoying the afterglow of a great shared orgasm, I went and got a warm wet towel to help clean him up and get a little more comfortable for the night. He just laid there with a big grin on his face and when I was near finished, he reached out and took my hand and said, "Thank you... you don't know how I needed that. I can take this shit a little longer because of that."

Well, he was in that room for three weeks more before he got shipped off to another hospital for yet another operation. I made damn sure that he was well cared for during that time, and that he was always really relaxed so he could get a good night's sleep... every night!