Can't beat the real thing

Setting: A hospital room. Glass sliding door with a curtain at left, Bed with IV rack and monitors to left, a couple of chairs located on right, one chair located by the door.


He groaned slightly and bit his lower lip as he pictured her slightly round features with their soft dusty rose colored lips, and the most beautiful almond shaped brown eyes, Eyes that seemed to change from an almost liquid chocolate to a creamy caramel… He was getting ahead of himself, and he knew it. It wouldn’t do her justice. Somehow, he would have to hold back or it wouldn’t be as good.
I slipped into the room as quietly as I could manage. When I heard the soft almost painful sounds coming from the bed, I knew I couldn’t have arrived at a more opportune time. For a moment I paused and watched. Then silently I shut the door and moved softly over to the bed.
My eyes twinkled in the soft glow of sunlight that filtered in through the gauzy curtains across the room. I leaned slightly into the view of the young man propped up in bed. He gasped slightly when he saw me. He was picturesque with his cheeks all rosy and flushed and his hair more askew than normal. His usually sharp blue eyes were softened with desire and I had to admit he did look rather adorable with that standard issue open-back hospital gown on. I forced myself to breath again before I could speak.
“Been dreaming again have we?”
His cheeks flushed more and he answered, “I couldn’t quite get the picture in my head right.” I bit the inside of my own cheek to keep myself from chuckling and I could not help but notice that when I spoke next it was with a reasonable amount of humor.
“Well then, how does this compare to the real thing?”
“I’ll let you know…” Was all he had to say and I sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to wrinkle the blanket too much. It was then that I found the evidence of just what he had been doing. Hidden under the blanket, he had his penis in hand and he was stroking, apparently he was having a hard time reaching completion. Every time he tugged at it, the tip would weep just a little bit more but it would just wasn’t enough.
With a slightly wicked grin I said, “Oh you poor thing, let me help.”
I softly grasped his shoulders and he placed his head on my shoulder. I put my left palm on his thigh. And it was only a few moments before he became completely hard, almost painfully so. I relished this for a moment but was distracted when he pressed closer and nibbled at my collarbone. It felt good and I groaned. Apparently that was exactly he needed. He shuddered slightly and moaned so deeply it was as if it had been torn from the bottom of his soul. I was smiling and I reached down to feel the blanket above him and it was warm and slowly becoming damp to the touch. He had come, and it made my spirit soar within me. To think I had that kind of power over someone. His eyes where glazed over completely now and I knew my job was done. I placed a small kiss on his damp forehead and listened to him mumble something indecipherable.
“I’ll come by again later if I can.” I whispered and with my hand on the door handle, I looked back at him. What I saw made me catch my breath once again. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. His high cheekbones were still flushed with erotic exertion. His hair looked like a golden halo in the soft light.
He was an angel in the midst of chaos, and he was mine. I had almost closed the door behind me when I heard him faintly murmur, “So much better in person.”
I smiled.