The summer of 88

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.