My favourite patient, Sam

I was scanning through Sam Johnson's medical notes whilst in the passenger seat as we were driving to his house. It is always best to look at the patient's history before going to see them. This way you know more about them, and the reason for your visit(s) before you arrive. Margaret was also chatting to me about him, explaining in more detail about what had happened to him. She explained that he was a 29 year olld guy who had a bike accident and was in hospital for several weeks, due to a very badly damaged leg. They had managed to save it, and repair broken bones, etc, but now he was home, he wasn't yet back at work and he still needed the community distict nurses to go twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays to change the dressings. Which is where we came in. Today was Monday.

Margaret had been going to Sam's house for about 2 months now. Each nurse had their own regular patients, which was great, as it made the patients more relaxed, and a good relationship could be formed between them. Now Margaret was retiring in 2 weeks, I was to take over from her. For the last 2 weeks or so, I was to go with her, learn about the patients, and what she did to each of them, so I could easily take over without problems. 

I had just started the job the previous month, and after the numerous amounts of paper work, and legal jargon, I was able to go alone and have my own patients, of which I was eager to do. Being a male nurse, does have it drawbacks, but then again there aren't many male distict nurses about, and so a lot of male patients prefer this. I thought it would be wise in the beginning to tell the bosses about my sexuality, get it all out in the open so there would be no suprises when I talked about relationships with men (which was bound to happen sometime). They weren't at all bothered by this, but did warn me that a few of the older male patients wouldn't approve (due to different generations), so not to go flaunting about when not necessary. This was fine by me, but I said I wouldn't deny it if they asked. It wasn't as if I was a feminine gay guy, in fact quite the opposite. Not at all butch, but just a regular average looking 26yr old guy, average build and 5ft 9, short brown hair, and blue eyes. I wasn't in a relationship at the time, having broke up with my boyfriend 2 weeks beforehand.

Anyway, so Margaret was still chatting away, as we parked outside Sam Johnson's house. It was a normal semi detached house, well kept and looked after (from the outside anyway). You tend to have your opinions when you visit patients, what they are like, especially from the way their house is on the outside and in. We got out of the car, and headed up the path. Margaret stopped me and casually said

"You will like him, he's cute!" with a wink.
I tutted, shook my head and walked behind her. She knocked on the door and walked in, calling out to him that we were here. (A lot of the patients left their door open when they were expecting us) 
"Usual place Margaret" A male voice shouted out.

Well, cute wasn't the word for it....unbelievably fucking beautiful was more like it! 

There he was, this hunk, sat in a chair with his leg up on a stool, ready and waiting to be re -dressed. He had the most gorgeous, chizzled features, piercing dark eyes, kissable lips, and what looked like a nice toned chest under that black t-shirt he was wearing. I could also see the nice shapely toned legs, as he was wearing a pair of shorts. He smiled at Margaret, then at me as I followed behind. I tried hard not to show the lust on my face, but Margaret could see it straight away. It's a good job he didn't catch me staring. All I could think about, was how I was supposed to concerntrate on my job when he would be looking at me the whole time. 'This would be difficult' I thought.

"Sam, this is Jake, who I was telling you about. You know, that would be taking over from me when I finish." Margaret said. She smiled at us both, then as we both smiled at each other and said hello, she carried on. "Now Jake, why don't you get Sam's stuff together that is kept in the kitchen, while I get myself ready here. Sam has a shower before we come, so we don't have to remove the dressings. But that's ok as you will soon see what we do here."
I nodded and walked to the kitchen to grab the big box of dressings, then walked back in to find them making small talk about the previous weekend and such.

"Now Jake, I will do this one today while you watch, and then on Thursday you can help me. Next Monday you can do it yourself ok?" Margaret suggested.
"Ok that's fine with me, what about you Sam?" I asked. God he was beautiful, and those eyes!
"Yeah, no problem. Have to start sometime I guess. But I will miss Margaret though, she's been like my third Grandma, and has wonderful hands!" He replied with a big grin, that showed off his sparkling white teeth.
"Oi cheeky, but thanks for the compliment." She said as she gave him a nudge.
So Margaret talked me through it step by step. Even about applying the greasy cream up and down his legs, to soften the skin, keep it from drying. 'hmmm now that will be a challenge I thought. I could feel my cock twitching now, God knows what it will be like when I have to touch him!
After half an hour, we were done and ready to go. It was a shame to leave him, but I was gonna be seeing him alone twice a week for a few more months yet....and I couldn't wait. 

We said our goodbyes, and walked out the door.
"You like him don't you?" Margaret asked.
"My God Margaret, he is one beautiful guy!" I admitted. "It's going to be difficult to keep my mind on his leg and not other parts of him instead."
She laughed at my choice of answer.
"Well Jake, you know if you think you will find it hard, I can get him transferred to another nurse. That isn't a problem."
"No no, I will be fine, don't worry. Once the initial shock is over, I will see him just as another patient who needs help." I answered. Hell there was no way he was leaving my books. I was gonna have him to myself and that's final.
"Ok, but you will tell me beforehand if it gets too much for you" She asked, a little concerned.
"Of course"
Then we drove off to another patient, but my thoughts still on Sam Johnson, the hunk who lived at 54 Stern house Way. 'I know what my solo jerking session will be about tonight' I imagined to myself.

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Thursday didn't come around soon enough for my liking. Margaret and I went to most of her patients, and although they were all nice, (mostly elderly, with bed sores and ulcers), none were like Sam Johnson. He hadn't left my thoughts all week, and now we were off that way again. My cock was stirring yet again at just the mere thought of him. I hoped it stayed down for when we got there.

In we went, and as like Monday, he was sat there, same position waiting for us to arrive.
"Morning" Sam called
"Morning" Margaret and I said together.
I automatically went to the kitchen to retrieve the dressings and knelt down in front of him next to Margaret. Here I was on bended knee in front of this God. I would serve him however he wished at that moment. But I snapped out of it, and my attention went to his damaged leg. 
So again, Margaret talked through it, but this time I helped. I put the dressing on, bandaged his leg, while she applied the cream. Although his leg was a mess, he could still walk on it, but not far distances. He explained to me how it all happened, that the physiotherapists came once a week to get the knee bending more. He said he hated it in hospital which is why he wanted to get back home, despite the arguments from doctors and his family. He did live alone, after splittng from his girlfriend 5 months previously. (Thats him being gay out of the question, I thought) He said she couldn't handle it all. 'Some girlfriend she was then, if he was my boyfriend would never let him go' I thought.

It was him just mainly talking, letting me know from his point of view what happened. Then we had to leave. Next time I do all the work.

So the next Monday came around, and I was at his house again with Margaret, and she let me get on with it, while she wrote up the notes. She kept a close eye on me to make sure I was doing it correctly, and as I put the cream on all up and down his leg, my body shivered, not sure whether he felt it but I hoped he didn't. I looked up at him as I did it. He smiled at me. I smiled back. Margaret said I would also know what to write in the notes the next time. Which I did.

The next couple of times, I had it perfect, even Sam praised my talent and said I was a quick learner. I blushed at that. 'I have many other talents as well' I was going to say, but thought better of it. On the last day that Margaret was to visit Sam, Sam gave her a thankyou card and chocolates. I think she nearly cried, she was so grateful. In fact most of the patients had bought something for her. It was nice to see so much thoughtfulness in the public. 

The staff held a party for her, and even after 2 weeks, I was going to miss her as well. 
But next week, I was alone. It was scary, but I was ready for the challenge, especially with Sam.

To be continued.....