Chapter 1

Jimmy Nichols looked so small and fragile laying on the hospital bed; it was hard to imagine the sleeping seventeen-year-old as a high school football star. But that was the problem – he was a football player and it was why he was in the hospital. His mother stood just outside the hospital room doorway where she could watch her son while talking to the doctor about his condition.

“I want to keep him here a few days for observation and to give that leg a chance to mend a bit. He’s got a pretty bad break there and that leg needs a chance to set before he starts trying to get around on it. He also got his bell rung good as well and I want to watch out for a concussion with him,” the doctor said.

“Thank you, doctor. I just hope he won’t miss too much school. He is a junior this year and is looking forward to graduating and heading off to college soon,” Jimmy’s mom said.

“Well, Mrs. Nichols, he will be back in school before too long – he shouldn’t miss so much school he can’t make it up. But I’m afraid that this has put an end to this football season this year. It wouldn’t be safe for him to try to get back into playing before his leg had a good chance to heal completely,” the doctor said.

“I agree. I know football is important to Jimmy, but I never liked him playing such a rough game. I hear all the time about concussions and how beat up and broken the professional football players are when they retire. I don’t want him to wind up like that – in so much pain all the time he can barely move or having suffered so many hard hits that his mind is mush. Jimmy is a very smart boy – I want him to be successful and healthy,” she said in a worried tone.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much Mrs. Nichols. Football may be the world to Jimmy right now but the odds of him making a long career out of the game are pretty remote. Jimmy is only sixteen is that right? He will probably change his mind half a dozen times yet before he decides what he wants to do with his life. And besides, making a career out of pro football is a long shot for even the most talented players. I read someplace that only eight out of every 10,000 high school football players actually gets called in an NFL draft. And not all of those make a career out of it – many get cut in their first few seasons,” he said.

“That’s why I tell him to learn all he can in school. He needs to have a regular job he can fall back on. I want him to go to college to learn, not just to play football,” she said.

“And I’m sure he will, Mrs. Nichols. This may be the wakeup call that changes his mind and his goals for his life,” he said. The doctor turned to finish his rounds and Mrs. Nichols went in to sit back down next to her son who was still sleeping.

A little while later as Mrs. Nichols was watching a program on TV, a nurse walked in the room. “Oh hi, My name is Pam. I’m just coming on shift and going around to check on my patients. I will be the night nurse tonight,” she said.

“Hi Pam, my name is Lisa. Lisa Nichols. And this poor thing is my son Jimmy,” she said.

“Well, I have his chart here and I will take very good care of Jimmy. You don’t have anything to worry about Lisa,” the nurse said, putting her hand on the distraught mother’s arm.

“Thank you, Pam. It’s not easy raising him all by myself. I worry about him so much,” she said.

“You don’t have a husband? I’m sorry, but the Mrs. part ... I just assumed you were married!” Pam said.

“Oh, I am married ... it’s just that Frank is a long-haul trucker and he’s gone more than he’s home. So it’s left to me to take care of the homefront and raising Jimmy. Frank brings in good pay, but to do it he has to be on the road. Jimmy is a good boy, though, and he tries to fill in when he can,” Lisa said.

“I can understand. My fiance’ was in the military. He was supposed to get out after his first tour in Afghanistan and we were going to get married. But when he re-enlisted for another tour, I couldn’t deal with the waiting and the uncertainty.

“You see, he was in one of the forward units, right up on the line in some god-forsaken hole in the mountains someplace that I never knew about and probably couldn’t pronounce if I did. He never told me much about it – probably so I wouldn’t worry. But not knowing made me worry all the more.

“So when he did come home, and all in one piece, I was so happy. But then he started missing his buddies and decided one day (against my wishes) to re-up and go back to Afghanistan. I told him if he did, I wouldn’t be there when he got home. I just couldn’t go through that again. And so he made the choice. Now he’s gone and so am I.” Pam said.

“I’m so sorry...” Lisa said.

“Oh, it’s all right. I’ve gotten past it. I have my work here and it keeps me busy,” she said smiling.

“Well, hopefully, our little man over there won’t keep you too busy!” Lisa said, nodding at the sleeping boy.

“I don’t think so ... he’s pretty out of it! He may not wake up until my shift is over!” Pam said with a big grin. “Meanwhile, why don’t you go home and try to get some rest too. Visiting hours are almost over anyway. Don’t worry, hon, I will take extra good care of Jimmy for you,” Pam said.

“Thank you, Pam. I will try to rest,” Lisa said.

Lisa went home after that and Pam went about her rounds. But true to her word, she did keep a special eye on Jimmy, checking on him as often as she could throughout the night. Jimmy slept soundly through until the following morning.

Pam was nearing the end of her shift when she stopped in to find Jimmy awake and sitting partially up. “Well good morning there! I thought you were going to sleep away my whole shift!” Pam said, smiling her trademark beautiful smile. “My name is Pam,” she said, pointing to her nametag.

“I’m Jimmy. Jimmy Nichols,” he said.

“Yes, I know. I met your mother last night when I came on shift. I told her I would take extra special care of you!” Pam said. “Now would you like to clean up a bit before breakfast?”

“Yes, please. And I really have to go to the bathroom,” Jimmy said.

“I’m afraid you can’t walk on that cast – it’s only a temporary one until the doctor puts on your sturdier, walking cast. So you’ll have to use a bedpan (port-a-john). Have you ever used one of those before?” she asked.

“No, I’ve never even been in the hospital before ... well except when I was born!” he said.

“Well, we will try not to use diapers on you!” Pam said giggling. “But these things are really simple to use and I will help you.”

Pam pulled his blankets and sheet down pushing them all the way down until only his feet were covered. “Now I have to raise your gown and remove your underwear so they don’t get dirty, is that okay?” she asked.

“But you’ll see my ... dick!” he said, shocked.

“Jimmy, I am a nurse, I’ve seen lots of ‘dicks’ in my line of work. It’s okay, trust me,” she smiled.

“Okay ... if you have to,” he gave her permission to continue. Pam raised his gown up above his waist and he held it up there.

“Now, I have to pull down your underwear – is that okay?” she asked. Jimmy blushed red as a tomato but he nodded his head. Pam went ahead and pulled down his underwear to his ankles. “There. Now do you want to do the rest or would you like some help?” she asked.

“I-I can do it,” he said sheepishly.

After Jimmy was finished Pam took the port-a-john from him and set it on the small table next to his bed. “You know it’s still a little while before breakfast will be here and you are pretty sweaty and sticky from sleeping in this bed. How would you like a washcloth bath?” Pam asked. “It would make you feel a lot better.”

“I suppose that would be okay,” Jimmy said.

“Good. Let’s take that gown off then. I will give you a fresh one to put on when we are finished,” she said. She walked over to the door and shut it so they would have some privacy and then drew the curtain around his bed for added security in case someone accidentally walked in by mistake. The nurse helped him take off the dirty sweaty hospital gown and she bought a basin of warm water and a clean washcloth to his bedside.

Pam began by soaking the washcloth and starting with his face, she gently and lovingly washed his face, his neck and then each arm down to his fingertips. She washed his chest sides and back next. She washed his legs and when she was done she paused for a moment. “Would you like me to continue? I’m sure the rest of you would like to feel clean too,” she said politely.

“Yes please,” Jimmy said so softly Pam almost couldn’t hear it.

Pam smiled understandingly. She knew that young boys were oftentimes shy around pretty women. And Pam was definitely a pretty woman. The five-foot-three inch tall twenty-six-year-old nurse had long chocolate brown hair down to the small of her back, soft green eyes, and a smile that couldn’t help but make you smile back.

She dipped the washcloth in the warm water again and moved up his body a bit. She began washing his stomach and abdomen and then around his hips. Finally, she came to the point where the only thing left to was was his “privates”.

Pam paused for a moment before continuing to give him a chance to get prepared for what was to come or to stop her from going any further. Jimmy looked up at her and she could see in his face he wanted her to continue but was too bashful and afraid to ask her to. She smiled at him again and took his small cock in her hand, washing him very gently and tenderly.

Jimmy closed his eyes as he felt her soft caressing touch. “How does that feel Jimmy?” she said softly.

“Oh it feels ... nice,” he said, half moaning the words. Pam could feel his cock growing and hardening at her touch and she considered it a compliment. Jimmy began making soft cooing sounds and she could tell he was enjoying her ministrations very much.

She washed around his nuts, cradling them as she bathed them and rolling them around to clean under him. Then she washed his cock a bit more. Suddenly Jimmy’s eyes flew open and before he could do anything he came all over the washcloth and Pam’s gentle hands!

“Oh God, I’m sorry Pam! Oh, crap – I’m so sorry!” he apologized profusely.

Pam wiped her hands off on another towel. “It’s okay Jimmy, it happens sometimes. It’s all right, really. I consider it a compliment when a guy does that as I wash him ... it shows me that he enjoyed what I did. I would hate to think you didn’t enjoy it!” she said, trying to reassure and calm him down.

She began to clean up the cum mess and wiped him down again cleaning up what he had done. “You did like it, didn’t you?” she asked as she wiped his shrinking cock with the warm washrag.

“Yes ... a lot,” he said, still embarrassed over the incident.

“I’m glad to hear that, Jimmy. Now how about some breakfast – you must be hungry missing dinner last night!” she said.

“Yeah I am hungry,” Jimmy said.

“Well, my shift is about over, honey. But I’ll be back on duty tonight. I will see you then, okay?” Pam said.

“Okay. Thank you for taking care of me,” Jimmy said.

“It was my pleasure,” she said with a smile and a wink. Jimmy blushed again at the wink.