Open Heart

The last place I imagined being on Thanksgiving was in a hospital bed. It was my first time being a patient even at 44. Two days prior I went to the emergency room to resolve severe indigestion. Many tests and one open heart surgery later, the indigestion was gone. In its place was a new scar neatly stitching my chest together and tubes and collectors, electrodes and telemetry monitoring every moment. Even though I smoked almost a pack a day, I wasn't overweight. At 6 feet 1 and a 150 pounds, my doctor said I didn't fit the profile of a heart patient. I even eat all my vegetables and work out 5 days a week. But, here I was. Feeling like i had been run over by a bus, and worst of all laughing or even breathing hard or moving hurt my newly stitched chest. Feeling sorry for myself was made up for by the around the clock care and attention and, of course, the steady drip of whatever good painkillers were in my IV.

The first day out of intensive care, which was all a blur, I barely remember the goings on. My efficient little hospital gown was hoisted up every time a nurse or doctor checked my incision or the tubes still coming out my lower chest. I'm not a modest person but I felt a little naked after being shaved from my neck to under my balls. The tubes had these small round globe collectors gathering stuff draining from my chest that rested on the bed right below my balls. I guess it made sense to put them there since it was the lowest spot and gravity doesn't allow things to drain upwards. I know everyone caring for me was professional and had seen it all, but shaving the little bit of hair off my chest and every bit of hair around my dick just made me feel so exposed. I may have even been a little proud to show off the goods, but without my full dark bush i felt a little humiliated. But then the painkillers would kick in i was like - whatever.

Day 2 started early with the 7am nurse shift change. I wasn't into waking up but there were pills to swallow, pressures and temperatures to take and everything to be checked. My new nurse was Berk and I was glad he was quiet and not chipper so early. He spent alot of time checking my incision and cleaning up a little dried blood. I was already used to my gown being pulled up and on display by then. He then told me he needed to empty the collectors. I was too interested in going back to sleep to engage in conversation. I could feel him moving things around my balls then hearing the water at the sink then more sensations around my balls. It felt sort of nice and picked my interest. I lifted my head a bit to check out the tubes and collector to see Berk trying to attach the tube to the collector. It seemed my dick hanging down over my balls was complicating the process so Berk indifferently moved my dick up on my belly to get him out the way. In just a few quick seconds my dick instinctively went back to his place. Ever since about age 12 when my dick started sizing up, I have always tucked my dick below my balls. This prevents any hardon from being obvious tucked down. In Catholic school class, I got a very obvious no-place-to-hide hard that wouldn't subside that caused giggles and disruption. Sister Angelique called on me to stand and being skinny you could see my hard all the way up to my left pants pocket, She sent me to principal Sister Reginald for punishment. Ten ruler whacks on my knuckles made me figure out a solution in no time. So, I was amused when my dick went right to his spot under my balls right on top of the second collector Berk was disconnecting to empty. I laid my head back and let him figure it out. I could feel him brush my dick over to the side and sort of hold it there with his hand, More water at the sink and feeling my balls tussled a little bit. All good and tubes connected. Since i was sleepy and drugged up a little bit I don't know if i imagined this but i felt my balls being sort of touched or played with then my dick rearranged - but it felt so nice. Maybe it was part of positioning the collectors. I could feel Berk moving my hospital gown down and covering me up nice and comfy.

Berk interrupted my doze and asked me if I had urinated since my catheter was removed. I responded that I didn't realize I had one. He pointed to the plastic urinal hanging on the side of the bed. Use this and keep it here until I can measure your output he said laughing quietly under his breath. If you need some help , press the button and we'll be here.

All the food for lunch seemed nauseating so I drank the yummy orange juice and coffee and water, i was so thirsty. In a bit I felt the need to urinate so i figured out the plastic urinal and whizzed out over 200 ml. My amusement in how my output was being charted quickly turned to alarm. My penis burned like I had an STD. I knew I hadn't caught one during surgery, so i hoped the sensation would subside. The burning eventually eased but it was replaced by a dull little thumping pain at the tip of my penis. Compared to getting my chest sawed open I thought it was minor.

Berk came by at 2 and we talked a little since I was feeling more alert. I found out he was 28, born in Turkey, and moved to the USA with his college professor parents when he was 3. He had short black hair, glasses, and was friendly but in a quiet all business sort of way. He did all the checks, gave my meds, congratulated me on successfully urinating and seemed to revel in the fact that he could write 200 ml on my output graph. He lifted my gown to check my incisions and listen to my breathing with his stethoscope. He checked out the collectors that tussled my junk a little bit. I thought I had better mention the burning to him instead of the next shift nurse that didn't seem so sympathetic to me. He asked me what it felt like and at what point the burning started. He immediately said he suspected that it was irritation from the catheter. He unclipped a small pen light from his pocket and said let's take a look. He asked if I wanted to pull my foreskin back or if I preferred he do it. I declined telling him that bending forward was very uncomfortable causing my incision to pain me. I could feel him push my foreskin back over my penis head and just heard him say "Oh." My penis head is on the bigger plumper side and fairly lengthy but he pushed my foreskin completely back and spread the tip open. I didn't know if that "oh" was "oh shit" or "oh no" or "oh my" but it sounded worrying.

He said that my urethral meatus looked inflamed. While we were talking he released my penis and my foreskin closed back over the head. What does that mean I asked. The opening of your penis is red and swollen a little bit but i suspect the inside of your urethrea is probably irritated too. He bent down again and this time put his hand around my penis and slowly pulled my foreskin over my penis head and then put his thumb and forefinger on the head to spread the little lips open. He shone his pen light in and examined closely. Even though his thumb and index finger were on my penis head spreading the opening the remainder of his hand had hold of the rest of my penis. I don't know if his slightly tightening grip was reflexive or just trying to get a better grip but i could feel a little throb make my penis head swell ever so slightly. Berk finished his closeup examination none too soon. It had been a long time since I had gotten hard, since before surgery, but you know that feeling when springing a hard is close. He said I probably needed an antibacterial cream and would be back after he saw his other patients.

Berk returned with the medicated cream and proceeded to put on those little plastic gloves. He lifted my gown and I was so used to being exposed by now that it didn't phase me but knowing he was going to put medicine on or in my penis I began to anticipate some pain. Berk explained that the cream in addition to being an antibiotic had a pain reliever that should work quickly to stop the dull pain. The i saw the bunch of long slender cotton swabs and i knew I was right about the pain part. Berk put quite a bit of cream on the swab and with his left hand pulled my foreskin back over my penis head and while keeping a firm grip on my penis spread my penis open. He dabbed the creamy swab just on the opening gently and rubbed it in a little circular motion. He applied more cream and then ever so slowly inserted the cream soaked swab slowly in my urethra. I inhaled deeply not because it hurt, but it did hurt slightly, but that I hadn't ever felt anything like this before.

"Does it hurt?" he asked concerned and looked for my reaction, No I explained that it just feels funny. He explained as he pushed it very slowly deeper that the cream would help it heal faster if we could get it in directly instead of just on the surface. Berk took the swab out slowly and retrieved a new swab.

He soaked this one with more cream and adjusted his hold on my penis and spread it open again. His grip seemed tighter but he proceeded just as gently. I always thought that my penis head was a good size and i could pee a strong stream so i thought my urethra was maybe on the bigger side and the swab could insert easier.

This time Berk went down a little deeper and pulled the swab back up but not out. He released his hard grip on my penis and my penis reflexively throbbed back a little bit. I immediately became alarmed - that little reflexive throb back after being squeezed was always the first sign of an impending hardon. My foreskin inched back up so Berk pulled my foreskin back and fully exposed the head and gripped me as he focused on the swab.

"We'll insert this one just a little bit more and we're done with the swabs."

This time when he went down slowly it felt so good, maybe the pain reliever was starting to work. It made me gasp a little and Berk stopped and asked if he was hurting me.

While he was pausing his grip tightened for some reason. I told him no but the pain was subsiding a little. Just a little more, he said. He pushed the swab deeper and something happened. I felt a strong wave of something good and my whole penis had one of those reflexive twitches when it jumps to get hard. Berk stopped and loosened his tight grip and the loosening made my penis reflexively throb back and jump and thicken up and lengthen so quickly.

"Should we stop?" he asked.

No, I told him.

"If it's ok I want to finish applying the medication", he said.

But I was embarrassed I got semi-hard. Berk now gripped my penis a bit more gently, quite a bit thicker than when we started and much longer practically standing straight up. The long slender end of the cotton tipped swab sticking up from my now fully swollen penis head looked like it should be painful but it really wasn't. I never realized how much like a plum with a big ridge all around it my dickhead looked when it was free of all the foreskin and feeling full.

I was such a sucker for having my dick played with, but I might be dreaming this. Berk more slowly inserted the swab and as I felt it go deeper it felt so amazing that I had to lay my head back and I could feel myself get full on hard. And I could feel Berk still inserting the swab. I was relieved when he said "all done with the swab" as he slowly pulled it out..

The pulling out felt so good that i was certain that my dick was probably throbbing in Berk's grip. My soft dick is pretty unassuming maybe 4-5 inches and the foreskin covers the head. But it hardens up very very quickly, gets fairly thick and a little over 8 inches. God I hoped I hadn't started leaking. I came out of my reverie and looked at what Berk was doing. He almost had the entire swab out and I swear he must have been a few inches from the head of my hard. I could feel his exhaled breath on the ridge of my moist penis head, Berk released the grip at the base of my penis and moved his hand right up under the head.

I was so stiff he angled the head down and looked at it intently. I thought for a second he was going to kiss it but he spread it opened and looked in for a second. I think this will be better in a day or two he said . We're finished the antibacterial part. Lets do the pain reliever part - this is really quick and then you can get some rest. Your pulse is up to 109.

Berk disposed of the swab and retrieved the tube of cream and in a second had his hand back around my hard penis and began rubbing a dab of cream on my penis head. First dabbing the opening then going up and down all around the opening so nice and gently like he was oiling up a plum.

Then he surprised me by putting a little more cream on his finger and rubbing under the ridge of my penis head. Mine is fairly flared out and it is very sensitive to touch. I could feel Berks grip on my penis seemed to flex a little, first gripping tightly, then releasing, then gripping harder again almost imperceptibly all the while rubbing under the ridge of my head. Was he really doing this or was it the drugs making me daydream it?

I was certain there was a big drop of wetness on the opening. Seeming to go about his work, Berk said that I have a broad inner mucosa where the keratin layer is very thin. Any topical medication administered there hits the bloodstream very quickly. He said he would administer a little there and we'd be done, He put another dab of cream on his fingertip and began to rub the sensitive skin below my penis head exposed when my foreskin is pulled back all the way. He did this so slowly and gently but this is one my most sensitive areas.

When his finger reached the underside he rubbed his finger all the way up to the top of my head successively a few times. I could feel his finger glide so smoothly i knew he had dabbed his fingertip in my precum. it felt so sensuous. I know he had to see my penis head throb bigger and feel my hard twitch.

But he was right all the pain was gone , the burning gone too. When i felt his hand release my stiff hard i hadn't realized he still gripped it. God I wanted to cum but i wanted to sleep more.

"We're all done", Berk said.

"I'm sorry I got hard", I told him.

Berk said its natural and we needed to get that antibacterial cream in that the inflammation was very pronounced. Actually, your erection a great sign. One of the first indicators of vascular problems is erectile dsyfunction. Your getting hard in such a fast manner shows strong blood flow and that everything from your operation is flowing strongly. Get some rest he said as he lowered my gown , checked those little collectors and re-positioned them. I probably imagined this part too but i felt my balls cupped and my penis placed back in his place below my balls. Let me know if the pain returns, the pain relief cream is temporary and we may need to administer the antibacterial cream again tomorrow if the inflammations persists he said as he washed his hands. I noticed he untucked his scrubs shirt tale. Surely this all didn't just happen, but the burning was gone and so was the pain. Does every patient get this great care I wondered or does Berk like me a little better?

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