Nurses Saw Me Naked And Felt My GenitalsThis goes back to the late 1980s when I went into hospital for a gallstones operation. These days, it is usually carried out by keyhole surgery, but I went in for the old style operation and was in hospital for some days afterwards. I was in my early 30s at the time.
I went in on the evening before the op, and the male nurse told me to shave completely from 'nipples to knees', as he put it, and gave me some clippers and also a razor. I went into the washroom and I think I did a pretty good job. When I came out I asked him if he wanted to check if I had done it satisfactorily, but he said he was sure it would be OK and didn't need to check.
The next morning I had the pre-med injection and lay on my bed waiting to be collected. Eventually a staff nurse, probably in her 30s arrived and drew the curtains around my bed. She told me to take off my pyjamas and put on the gown which she was holding. I hesitated, but she just stood there holding the gown. Oh well, I thought, here goes. I took off my pyjamas and stood naked before her. She looked me up and down for what seemed like a long time, though I expect it was only a second or two. To be honest, it was the first time I had ever had an operation and I was very nervous, so I didn't feel to excited about the situation! She then handed me the gown and I put it on. She told me to get back on the bed and someone would come to collect me soon.
Shortly, a hospital porter arrived with a trolley. He helped me to climb onto it and I lay on my back. He covered me with a blanket and he wheeled me to the operating theatre. We went through a pair of doors and were met by a nurse in theatre greens. This was obviously the hand-over point. The porter went back through the doors we had come through, leaving just the nurse and myself together. Ahead of us was another pair of swing doors leading into the operating theatre. Before moving on, however, the nurse removed the blanket and told me to lift up so she could pull the back of the gown from underneath me. I was feeling a little drowsy, but managed to do so with no problem. So now I was just lying with the gown loosely on top of me. She asked me if I was thoroughly shaved and I said that I was. She said she would just have a quick check and slipped her hand under the gown, feeling all over my stomach. "Mmm, that feels OK " she said. She moved her hand downwards and stroked my pubis. To my surprise, she then put her fingers around my penis and stroked it up and down a couple of times very lightly. Next she moved her hand down over my scrotum, cheekily tickling the bottom of it with her fingers and lifting my testicles up and down as she did so. "All seems fine", she said "Don't worry - see it's not all bad is it!". She then slipped her other hand under the gown as well and took hold of my penis. She cupped my scrotum in her other hand and gave them both a gentle squeeze simultaneously. I just lay passively as she did so. She smiled and winked at me, but before I could respond in any way, she whisked me into the theatre. I never saw her again.
The final experience I had was the day after the operation when a nurse, or nursing auxiliary, I am not sure which, came to give me a bed wash. I would have thought she was probably about 10 years older than me. I was in a bit of pain and feeling quite weak. She drew the curtains around my bed. Next she pulled the bedclothes fully down to my feet and said I would have to take off the gown. So, she helped me out of the gown and I lay there completely naked. She had a flannel and a bowl of water and some soap.
She commenced by washing my face, followed by my arms and as much of my stomach as she could whilst keeping clear of my stitches. Despite my situation, I could feel a twinge - you know where - and my penis beginning to react. She moved down to my pubis, massaging on the soap and then removing it with the flannel. I knew I had at least half an erection at this point and knew she must have seen it.
She ignored it and went down to my feet, working her way up my legs. She asked me to open my legs and washed my inner thighs right up to my groin. By the time she had worked her way up to there, I now had a full erection. I saw her look at it and then she looked at me and gave me a knowing smile. She handed me the flannel and told me to finish off myself whilst she went to get me a cup of tea. A cup of tea - what a disappointment! I really thought she was going to wash my genitals. Maybe it's as well she didn't!
So, that's it really. Nice to look back on but I wish I could have made more of it at the time. Anyone else had similar experiences?