The summer of '88
This incident happened over 15 years ago, but the memory of it still excites
me.
My first job after graduating from college was in a community hospital about 20
miles south of Boston. I worked the overnight shift (12 midnight to 8 AM) in
the laboratory. I worked alone and collected blood samples from patients then
analyzed them for chemistry, blood count etc. It was a challenging job. Most
night I was pretty busy, but in the summer the number of patients in the
hospital dropped and I could spend an hour or two sleeping or visiting with the
nurses. I made a lot of 'friends' with the nurses but, since I was going out
with the girl who would later become my wife, didn't fool around (well, I was
young and stupid then).
One hot night in mid July I was visiting in the emergency room about 1:00 am
when an ambulance brought in a motorcycle accident. The driver had wiped out at
the bottom of a hill and was banged up but not seriously hurt. He had sprained
his elbow though and so could not drive his bike home. He was from out of state
and had no one to take him home so the emergency room doctor admitted him
overnight for 'observation' until he could arrange transportation in the
morning. I drew a blood sample from him and exchanged a few friendly words- as
I would with any patient. From his chart I saw that his name was John. He was
25, rather muscular, with dark hair and a moustache.
Every morning at 5:00 am I had to collect 'fasting' samples from some
patients. This night I had only three samples, my last one being on the fourth
floor which is where a lot of the nursing home patients go for short term
admissions. I finished my work there and was about to leave when I looked
across the hall and noticed the motorcyclist, John.
He had been admitted to a ward of 4 beds, but his was the only bed occupied.
The nurses had let him borrow a scrub suit, the blue drawstring pants and shirt
that the nurses wore in the operating room, rather than make him sleep in his
clothes. What drew my attention was that he had a large hard-on, clearly
visible through the thin material. I was not and am not gay. In fact I had
never seen an erection besides my own in real life before this. I knew that I
often had a hard-on when I woke up and figured that was what was happening
here. A glance proved that his eyes were closed and he was asleep. I curiously
stared at his cock, which was clearly larger than mine. No one was visible in
the hall- I knew that there were only 5 patients on the whole floor and that
the nurses were drinking coffee in the break room. Crossing the hall I stood in
the door of his ward to get a better look.
Suddenly his cock twitched. Startled I looked up to see him looking at me with
a grin on his face. Guess he wasn't asleep after all! I was rather flustered
but tried to act professional. I marching into the room, pulled the curtain
shut and announced that I was there to take a blood sample. But my eyes
couldn't stay away from his erection, which was now even larger. The head was
even starting to peak out under the drawstring waist of his pants. I blushed
and stammered, still trying to act professional when with a twist of his hips
and a little slide his pants fell down a little, and almost his whole cock was
exposed. It was big- both thick and long. It appeared to be about half erect,
still slightly floppy. His pubic hair poked up from below and his balls were
outlined by the material. It throbbed as I looked at it, getting longer and
stiffer. "Touch it" he whispered.
I didn't know why, and still don't but his whisper sent me into action. I
touched, then began to stroke his cock, pushing down his pants until the balls
were exposed and then touching them. It felt strange, but somehow familiar. His
cock was heavy in my hand . Compared to my own when masturbating his felt huge.
My own cock was leaping in my pants as the strange erotic sensation of touching
another man surged through my hands down to my balls. I gently ran my fingers
up and down John's cock, concentrating on the bottom side of the head where I
knew (from jerking myself off) it was most sensitive He was getting harder all
the time, now standing stiffly almost straight up. I played with his cock as I
liked my girlfriend to play with mine- stroking firmly then tickling, enjoying
the feeling of the blood coursing through his cock as he got even harder and
harder. I almost came right then, in my pants, with excitement. The skin on his
cock skin felt smooth and warm, and I unconsciously grasped it tighter to feel
his throbbing pulse. My entire being seemed to be concentrated on my fingers
and the sensation of his hard-on in my hand. I felt in turn excited and
repulsed, but could not, would not stop playing with this large piece of
manhood.
I bent over and took his long thick cock on my lips. A groan came from John
as took it in my mouth; he placed his one good hand pushed gently on the back
of my head. I tried to take more in but kept gagging. I pulled it out of my
mouth and began licking the shaft, playing with his balls as I did so. They
felt heavy and strong. His cock felt so good, tasted so good I wondered why I
hadn't tried something like this before. I opened my mouth wider and managed to
get a little past the head in my mouth. I tried to lick the head and shaft with
my tongue, as my girlfriend did with me, but his cock filled almost my whole
mouth. Gently he began to press my head down and then up, making little fucking
motions with my mouth on him. At first I kept gagging, but it felt so good to
have him in my mouth that I didn't stop. Each time I went down I managed to
take a little more in. Soon his cock was sliding across my lips and tongue
almost to my throat- but far less than half of the rock hard shaft fit in. I
knew he must be liking it to, from the quickening of his breathing. My mind and
cock were on overload with the new and very stimulating sensations I was
experiencing. I knew my girlfriend said she liked to give head, but always
thought she was just saying that because she knew I liked getting it. Now I
knew that giving sexual pleasure in this way was almost as good as receiving
it!
This continued for what felt like 15 minutes but was probably more like 5. My
entire attention was focused on his cock, his balls and the way it made my own
cock feel. I was getting a good rhythm and even stopped once or twice to lick
his balls, which were much hairier than mine. I began to realize that I liked
this, and obviously John did also. His smell filled my nose; the feel of his
pubic hair against my cheek was exciting. The hair was stiffer and courser than
a girl's pubic hair. I could taste the secretions his cock was making in
response to my work upon it and was hoping he would cum soon so that I could
taste that to.
Suddenly a noise right behind me made me jump up. Sonya, a nurse who I knew
very well, was standing right behind me with a strange look on her face. Sonya
was about 5'3 with tits that belonged on a women half again her size. We had
flirted once or twice but nothing ever came of it. She had long black hair and
a cute ass that I had noticed many times. Before I could say or do anything she
lifted her hand, which I could now see was inside the waist of her skirt. She
lifted her fingers to my face and I could smell the wetness of her pussy on
them. "I've been watching you for a while" she said. "Want some pointers on how
to do that right?"
She pushed me aside gently and began to slowly, then vigorously give the young
motorcyclist head. She was able to take his entire cock into her mouth and made
sucking noises as she bobbed up and down on her shaft. A look of glazed ecstasy
came over his face when suddenly she slowed down and took him out of her mouth.
I guess she didn't want him to cum too soon. She licked his balls and played
with his cock a while until he calmed down a bit. Then she went back down on
him with gusto, getting into a fast fuck rhythm I recognized from the best blow
jobs I had received.
As Sonya bent over her white nurses skirt, normally below her knees, rode up
her thighs. I put my hands under her skirt and massaged her ass cheeks (she was
wearing ver high cut white panties). Soon my fingers found her pussy and I was
dipping in and out of it, causing her pretty ass to rotate and wiggle and even
more lubrication to flow, running down my hand. Each wiggle caused her to take
him even deeper into her mouth. The sensation of fingering her pussy, with the
taste of a cock in my mouth, and watching her pleasure John was unbelievably
intense. I puilled my hand out and licked her juice off them. With my other
hand I undid my zipper and pulled out my cock, which was twitching and dripping
pre cum. I rubbed it against Sonya's ass cheeks and watched as she, a real
master, gave the John the blow job of his life.
As I watched I could tell he was loosing control, panting and groaning, his
hips lifting to meet the downward thrust of her lips on his cock. Her saliva
was soaking his crotch and the sheets of the bed. Suddenly he groaned and
convulsed, his cock spasming and hips bucking as his orgasm exploded in Sonya's
hot mouth. I could feel his orgasm ride through her body and end up in her
quivering pussy, which had three of my fingers up in it. At the last minute she
pulled his cock out and his cum shot into the air, helped by her tight hold on
his cock, squeezing every drop of cum out. One drop fell on my hand. I lifted
it to my mouth and licked it off- it tasted salty and slightly sweet, musky.
Sonya turned and smiled. Seeing my condition, she took my poor, overexcited
cock in her hand. With a few quick strokes she brought me off, with my own cum
mixing on the bed with the cum she had just extracted from John. I felt weak in
the knees, barely able to stand. John just lay there with a huge grin on his
face.
Suddenly we heard another nurse walking down the hall. The spell was broken-
quickly Sonya replaced her skirt and undergarments and I wiped my cock on the
bed sheet and put it back in my pants. I was still hard so it was difficult to
zipper myself without causing damage. John pulled his pants up, but the cum and
spit covering his cock caused the material to cling to his slowly softening
cock. I turned and fled.
John was discharged during the day so I never saw him again. Sonya and I
continued to get each other off occasionally. She would come down to the lab on
some pretext of delivering a sample and... well that is for another story.
