I am 6ft 2 just a bit on the chubby side , brown eyes , and hair cut short. Thanks to my dad and the Army , I can sleep most anywhere , (hell I even s...ept standing up a few times) , know good survival skills, shoot decently well, and am a bit stubborn. Not all of these things can help you versus some of the oddities in the world , but that's enough about me , lets get to the story.I take a deep breath , feeling the humidity preventing me from feeling refreshed. Taking a look at the conditioner. Nearly foolproof, every time. Moseying down the corridor with a trolley cart of cleaning supplies in-hand, not a single nurse or doctor even made eye contact with me. To them I was just another minimum wage dog’s-body doing the scutwork.Claire’s room was on the downstairs right wing of the hospice and the second to last room on the right-hand side. No security and the floor nurse seemed far too busy to pay any further attention me and no one saw me enter Claire’s room with my rolling cart. I. ’ ‘How do you know I’ve never had sex with a woman before, is it that obvious?’ Who was I kidding? My experience with sex was strictly hetero and not with that many men. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about what it would be like having sex with a woman but never enough to actually go out and find it for myself, but if the opportunity presented itself…’ ‘You better believe it kid.’ My hand had found its way between her legs which wasn’t hard because they were spread wide in an open invitation,. I could barely feel what he was doing and my arms and legs were unresponsive, my young friend kissed and sucked his way back up and whispered into my ear '...I think you are just about ready for me, don't you...' He looked deep in my eyes and kissed my lips again saying '...be patient I've got to get something...' He rolled off the bed and disappeared out of sight. He returned quickly and lifted one of my legs to his shoulder, I could not see what he was doing but I soon felt a cool liquid.