A Very Sexy Man, Part 4 of 4

 As I drove out of Pueblo and headed home, Walt said very little. When I glanced over at him his eyes were closed and I asked if he was doing ok. He said he was, although he did allow that he was tired and “a little sore”.I asked, “Are you in a lot of pain?”He turned and looked at me. “Not a lot, just… very uncomfortable, I guess you’d say. Painkillers, you know. Hurts inside. The incision hurts when I move around, but this other is all the time.”“That makes sense, with them poking around in there. They cut inside there too, so you need time to heal.”“I know.” He closed his eyes again, and I left him alone other than to put my hand on top of his, where he’d left it on his leg. He turned his wrist so that my hand was in his palm, then we interlocked fingers before he squeezed my hand, continuing to hold on. He dozed for a while, I think, still holding my hand but shortly after we passed through Ca​ñon City he asked if I could stop so that he could get out and move around some.I almost asked him if he needed a bathroom, thinking about his incontinence and sense of urgency issues the doctor and nurse had spoken of, but remembered that he still had the Foley catheter in place. I soon found a spot and pulled over, and he very gingerly got out of the Jeep and walked around slowly in the weeds along the highway. I got out and watched him for a moment and could see he was hurting.“Walt, you ok?”“I’m a little sore. You know, inside, like I said; it aches. The doc was right about that.”The doctor had recommended this, knowing we had a long drive, in part to help avoid the possibility of blood clots in Walt’s legs, a danger following any surgery, but also because he’d warned Walt that sitting upright for long periods might be uncomfortable. He’d explained that the position put pressure on the perineum, the area just behind Walt’s testicles, the area analogous to the inner place where his prostate had been.He’d said that the “insult”, as he’d called it, to the tissues and nerves in that area would cause pain and tenderness for some time, and that he’d likely find a somewhat reclined position far more comfortable than sitting upright until healing had taken place. He also warned him not to ride a bike for at least a couple of months. Walt had scoffed, telling the doctor that he hadn’t ridden a bike in decades, so at least that was one activity he wouldn’t miss. He’d sobered up when I asked about riding horses, and the doctor had said that sitting a saddle would be just as bad.Walt had found that answer much more distressing. He’s a “get back in the saddle” kind of guy when something goes wrong, and for now, he could do so in neither the sexual nor the equine sense. He didn’t say anything then, but I knew he was disappointed that we couldn’t go riding for a while.Once he’d walked around and felt better, we got back on the road. Since he was awake, I told him of our plan to move him into our home, at least for the first couple weeks until the staples were out and he was healing better. As expected, he objected to the idea, but I used our devilishly clever plan to explain that it was for our benefit, to make things easier for me and Richard. He grumbled but went along. I think he was grateful and felt better about being with us anyway, but felt obligated to make all the objections about being too much bother, imposing on us, etc. I’d nipped that early!We stopped one more time, along the river just south of Salida for him to walk around again, then went on home. Richie held the dogs back so they wouldn’t jump on Walt and hurt him, but Darwin about fell apart he was so happy to have his person back; I don’t think he and Walt had ever been apart that long before. We got him moved in and settled – he objected again when he found out we’d vacated our room for him, but saw the sense of avoiding the stairs – and he laid down for a nap.While he slept, we had a quick discussion and decided to run Bolu Escort to his house and get his recliner; we don’t own one, but we now knew he’d be more comfortable if not forced to sit upright, so we made space, went and got it, and brought it in. We gave him a prime spot for TV viewing.After our furniture moving we made some nachos – extra jalapenos – and sat at the kitchen table with a couple of beers while I filled him in on what the doctor and nurse had said. Richard asked some questions, sometimes shaking his head and making concerned sounds at some of the things Walt would have to deal with. When I was telling him about the wound care process, he said, “Are you sure you’re ok with doing this?”“Sure, why wouldn’t I be? Someone has to, and you’re a lot more squeamish than me.”“No, I didn’t mean that; I meant the whole, uh, very personal aspects of it. Kind of awkward and embarrassing, possibly.”“More so for him than for me.”“Yeah, no doubt. Still…”I shook my head. “We’re all adults, Richie, and he knows we’re doing this out of love, and that he needs the care. I’ll do as the nurses do and just try to keep it professional and business-like. Besides, it’s medical care; it’s not like he got caught playing with himself or something. Now that, I could see him being embarrassed about!”“Especially at his age.”“At any age. I think that’s a universally embarrassing situation even though we all do it.”“What? You masturbate?”I laughed. “No, never. Not unless I have a free hand and a few spare minutes.”“Well, you know that if I’m around you can just come and climb on. Face or cock, open for business!”“Oh, I know, and I do, but you’re not always around.”“Well, in that case, take pictures – or, better, video!”“You bet. Post it online for all the horny guys?”“Be sure to send me a link.”I laughed. “Perv.” “Yes, but you knew that.”I enjoyed our verbal sparring, especially about sexual things. It often worked as foreplay and led to better things, and might have then except we knew Walt would be awake and hopefully hungry soon. A little later, Richie browned and seasoned a package of ground beef, and I opened a few cans, grabbed some spices, herbs, and garlic, and made up my special recipe spaghetti sauce. Quick, easy, and only a few more minutes needed to make the pasta and garlic bread and we’d have a hearty dinner.When Walt woke up he was hungry, so we had dinner a little early. He didn’t eat a lot but said he was full – and that the kitchen chair was becoming uncomfortable. He was touched and his eyes welled up when he saw that we’d fetched his recliner for him. I knew he was going to be emotional for a while due to the trauma he’d been through, but I still found it very sweet, and I was so glad we’d thought of it.We watched a little TV, Walt mostly dozing, and then he and I retired to the master bathroom so that I could help him with emptying the catheter bag and cleaning up. He kept apologizing to me for having to do it until I said, “Walt, please stop! I don’t mind at all and it only takes a few minutes. You’ve done so much for us that it’s wonderful to be able to help you for a change, although I do wish it was something more enjoyable for you than this!”“Well, thanks. You’re sweet and I do appreciate your help. I hope you don’t find it too embarrassing.”“Me? I’m not the one with my privates on display!” I laughed when I said it, and he chuckled.“True, I suppose. It doesn’t bother you though, to see that and have to touch me?”“No, and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed either. Believe it or not, I’ve not only seen the occasional penis here and there, but I’ve also touched them before! Had them inside of me, even, and in my mouth. Occasionally, when the mood strikes, even up my keester. Honestly, Walt, dicks are my favorite piece of sports equipment.”He was laughing, blushing crimson, but his exposure and what we were doing were completely forgotten. I’d hoped Bolu Escort Bayan he would respond that way and that I could take some of the awkwardness off the table forever, and I think we had.“Rayne, the way you talk! God, I never knew you were so crazy!”“Well… I guess you should have dropped your pants sooner! I always get inspired that way.”He grew serious. “Yes, sooner. Before I was ruined.”“Walt, you’re not ruined; you just have a ‘Temporarily Out Of Order’ sign hung on it. You’ll be fine, but it takes time as the doctor said.” I finished cleaning him, made sure the tube was securely attached to the bag, and pulled his pajama bottoms up for him.“There, all set.” I stripped off my latex gloves and moved to stand behind him, massaging his thick shoulders. “We’ll do it again in the morning and get your bandage changed, but if you need us during the night, just holler.”“Thank you, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do without you and Richard.”“Fortunately, you don’t have to think about that. You can focus on getting well.”“Do you think I’ll ever be a man again?”He’d surprised me, and I got a little choked up, hurting for him. “Walt, please! You’re one of the sexiest, manliest men I’ve ever known and this didn’t change that. Don’t ever say that again.”“I’m sorry. I just… do you think I’ll ever be functional?”“My opinion isn’t worth any more than the doctor’s and he seems to think so. Were you ‘functional’, as you put it, before?”He shrugged. “Not like I was twenty anymore, but yeah, usually.”“From what I’ve read about this surgery, that’s a good sign. I guess if you could have a good erection before it’s a good indicator of how likely you are to recover that ability. Especially since the nerves weren’t damaged.”“Oh yeah?”I shrugged. “That’s what I read. I’ve been doing some studying on this, hoping to be able to be of some help. Out of curiosity, you said you were ‘usually’ functional; what did you do in the event of a failure to launch?”He laughed. “God! I never imagined us having these conversations.”I smiled. “Me either, and yet here we are. So…?”“Oh, you know, the usual stuff. Got embarrassed, apologized, and then made sure that she still had a very enjoyable time. Sometimes that even resolved the issue.”I laughed. “Perfect! That’s just exactly the right way to handle it, I think. Do you like performing oral… I hope?”“Rayney! This is all so personal.”I kissed his forehead. “It is, but remember, I just had your dick in my hand a few minutes ago, so I think we’ve broken that barrier.”He was laughing at me, but he agreed. “Yes, I suppose. I’m just not accustomed to a woman – and a young,  beautiful one at that – being so open and free about these things with me. You seem very comfortable talking about it, and I’m squirming.”I shrugged again. “I love sex, everything about it. Why be a prude, especially among friends?”“I suppose – and yes, I love to perform oral on a woman, to be able to offer that kind of pleasure. Why did you say you hoped I did when you asked me that?”I blinked coyly at him. “Ohhh, you never know…” He smiled, and I went on, “I asked because you’re such a sexy hunk of a man it would be discouraging to think you didn’t have one of the most basic things in your repertoire. I love having a man lick me, and I’ve never met a woman that didn’t.”He smiled softly. “Maggie loved it too. She said she got some of her very best orgasms that way; I’d hate to think that I’d missed the chance to do that for her, and I did so love to see and hear her reaction.”“And taste, huh?”He grinned. “Yes, Rayne, and taste. Scent too, and the way she felt on my lips and tongue, everything is so very sensual. I absolutely love everything about it.”“And guess what?”“What?”“You can still do that, even while you’re recovering. Luckily, you didn’t have any tongue surgery at the same time.”He laughed. Seeing him smile and laugh was my reward, knowing that he still Escort Bolu could do that and not sink into a pit of despair and depression. That became our pattern, talking about anything and everything as I did his bandage changes and other chores to keep him clean and infection-free. Nothing was off the table, and while I sensed his concern about his loss of sexual function on many occasions, he no longer seemed obsessed about it. The light at the end of the tunnel was still a long way off, but I felt like he was starting to see one and not think it was a train.His doctor arranged with a twenty-four-hour clinic in town to have a nurse practitioner inspect his wound and take the staples out twelve days after his surgery. It took her a matter of minutes and caused no problems at all, so it would have been silly to have to make the five-hour round trip to Pueblo just for that! His urine was still lightly tinged pink with blood at that point, so she recommended leaving the catheter in a few more days and explained to me how he or I could easily remove it when things cleared up.Before that day arrived, I asked him about needing some pads for the expected temporary incontinence. His reply? “Fuck, how would I know, I’ve never needed the damn things before.”I was prepared for that and got on Amazon so he and I could figure out something. We browsed the options, but he was adamant that he didn’t want anything like a diaper so we went to the pads. We selected a well-known brand.“Walt, you’ll need light ones for day use and thicker, more absorbent ones for overnight.”“You think? I never thought about it.”“Trust me, women know these things. Equip for the expected conditions.” I put a pack of each in the cart and moved on. “What brand of underwear do you prefer?”“I have plenty of underwear.”“You can’t wear the pads with your baggy boxers; you need briefs or boxer briefs, something like that to keep them in place.”“Oh. Well, shit. I guess it’s a good thing you’re helping me.” I asked, and he told me he wore a 38 waist, which seemed to equate to a large or XL in most brands.I’d found a package of three very tiny bikini briefs with a pouch in front and almost nothing in the back, in animal prints. I clicked on the leopard print pair to enlarge it. “How about these?”He stared and made some kind of strangled sound. “What? Good lord! I can’t… I’ll need something like that?” I couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing, and he knew he’d been had. “Oh, you’re a bad girl! You had me going there for a minute. Goddamn, imagine me in that.”“Oh, I can – not with the pads of course, but after. I think you’d be very sexy.” He just shook his head – but I snuck a package in his size into the cart. We settled on Hanes boxer briefs and I ordered him three packs of three, in assorted colors, which he thought was funny; on his own, he’d have gone for tighty-whities, I’m sure.Everything arrived a couple of days later, by which time all traces of blood had cleared from his urine. He asked if I’d mind helping him remove the catheter, a little squeamish about pulling something like that out of himself; of course, I agreed to help, although I was very worried about hurting him.We cleaned everything up, removed and drained the bag, spread a towel to catch any random leakage, and we were good to go. The catheter tube splits to a Y-shape after it exits his body, with a longer tube going to the bag and a little short one branching off several inches below the tip of his penis. That one is capped off and runs separately inside the main drain tube to a small balloon which is inflated with a few milliliters of water, probably sterile saline, after it’s inserted into his bladder, and is what holds a Foley catheter in place so it doesn’t slip out.It all sounded perfectly diabolical, but we were told that snipping the end of that little Y tube allows the water to drain, the balloon deflates, and then the cath tube can be slid out. With my latex gloves, a pair of bandage scissors, and very shaky hands I cradled Walt’s cock in my palm and cut the rubber tube. A small amount of water ran out, rather abruptly, I suppose because of the pressure in the little balloon.