During 2006, I chose a course in college that was currently in demand. It promised a bright future of working overseas. As a homosexual, being a nurse is a something of a treat.
Since most female patients prefer a female nurse, I was always assigned to males. Young or old, single or married, fat or buff or slim, tall or short. I've done a lot of catheter insertion and removal, assisting in changing clothes, and my favorite, administering enemas. I've also seen a lot of flaccid cocks: big, small, cut, uncut, bushy, shaved, trimmed, smooth, dark, thick, thin, local, and foreign; as well as a variety of asses: hairy, smooth, dark, flawless, bubbly, flat, flabby, and muscled. The stress brought by a toxic 8 hours of duty is usually gone because of these.
Forgive me for being like this. I know that I should be professional, but when a dick is in front of me, especially if owned by a very cute patient, I can't help but to let the gay guy inside of me rejoice. I still do my best act decent and discreet though. I don't want to lose my license.
When I was still a student, I had a male patient which was scheduled for tonsil removal. He's in his late 20's, bespectacled, and kinda cute in a geeky way. His companion was also a guy several years younger than him. I knew they are not related the moment I saw them. The looks they gave each other were something I am very familiar with. The look of someone deeply in love. Awww. Someone giving you constant care when you're sick. How sweet, right? I had so much fun nursing that patient back to health. No, silly, I didn't have a threesome with them. *hahaha* Besides, I didn't tell them I am gay too. But I guess they already know that, using their gaydar and all.
My favorite part in my career so far is my 6 months of training in a well-known military hospital in 2011. I love military men, with their rugged look and authoritative charm. I love watching them jog; their muscled butts and legs accentuated by their thin skimpy shorts. It was like heaven being there. Oh God.
I had this remarkable patient when I was assigned in the ER for the first 2 months. One evening, a guy was rushed in. He was suffering from some kind of brain tumor and he was having an attack. He was unconscious but responsive. His muscles were in constant spasms. When the doctors and his relative left him to discuss the prognosis, I was told to look after him. I noticed he was still young, around my age. He's very handsome and he looks like Eric Fructuoso. His shirt and pants were already removed (I don't know why), so he was only wearing a black underwear. His muscled and tanned body was exposed for my entertainment, but I focused my gaze at his bulge. Oh my, that bulge, it was huge. I was guessing his penis is thick and around 7 inches long. Because he's moving involuntarily, he was regularly brushing his cock by accident. I resisted, with much difficulty, the urge to touch and feel it, as well as to take a peek at it. Actually, he was very pitiful. What happened to him was tragic; suffering something like that at an early age. Hence I felt guilty in taking advantage of him. I just covered him with a blanket and tried to restrain his arms until the doctors returned. He was transferred to the Neurological Ward hours after. Sadly, he never recovered.
I spent the last 2 months in their Orthopedic Ward, which was often full of male soldier patients. Since most of them were in line for operation, I got to see so many penises (for catheterization) and assholes (for enemas). Every day, I was looking forward to go to work. *sigh* I miss being there.
Being a gay nurse, amidst the toxicity of work, has its silver linings. However, you must keep in mind one very important thing. Don't shit where you eat.