Usual disclaimers apply:
If you are not old enough to be reading this, or if consensual sex between two guys offends you, please don't read on.
This is my first attempt to write an erotic story, so please be patient with my writing style. Since English is not my mother tongue, I think I'll make more than one mistake, and the general level of narration won't be too rich in vocabulary. Anyway, at least I want to give a try. Please feel free to comment my story, and send me whatever feedback writing to tameimpala74@hotmail.com
The following story is true. I will just change names and some odd details.
The Male Nurse (M/M)
My name is Luca, I am 38 years old. I am happily married and I have 2 little daughters. I am a family man, and I never had serious thoughts of messing around with other guys, since I consider myself faithful and honest with my wife.
Anyway I had some previous thoughts of doing sex with males, and it happened in the past that I was thinking of men while masturbating, but it was just a light fantasy, and I never was too curious to follow that instinct and try to go in depth with that aspect of my sexuality. On the other hand, I'm open-minded and very curious about new experiences, and I never felt like suppressing that part of my personality, since it was never too demanding or troublesome for me. I just lived my life in a quiet balance between straight sex and occasional bisexual fantasies.
That happened until last year. During a vacation I was stung by a wasp, and since I'm allergic to that venom, I was medicated with cortisone and, since my symptoms didn't seem to cease, I was admitted to hospital under surveillance for a couple of days.
The first day was absolute shit, since I was alone in the room, and nurses were very rude and lazy. There was just a doctor, who came a couple of times to see if I was alive. This is quite normal in small hospitals during summertime, by the way. I felt better, drugs had worked, but still no one wanted the responsibility to discharge me from the hospital.
I was preparing myself to another dull day (the last, fortunately, since my general status was again healthy and I hoped that somebody would have noticed it), when a male nurse came in the morning. He wore a big smile and I was very happy to hear him saying me hello and introducing himself.
'Good morning, my name is Marco!'.
I replied with a gorgeous smile, as well, and I told him sincerely 'So nice to meet you Marco! My name is Luca and I'm bored to death!".
He grinned and looked at me, then he asked me some news about how I felt.
'I'm fine, even yesterday I was really better in the evening, so I suppose I'm just wasting my time and yours here', I replied.
While giving this answer, I felt a little uncomfortable, because I thought it was a little rude compared to his initial greetings. Then, there was another thing. His eyes. I got lost from the very start in that deep look he made to me. I was almost unable to keep my look back on him, since I was very embarrassed by his beauty.
Marco was in his late twenties, a wonderful example of a mediterranean man. A little shorter than me, firm muscles, dark brown hair and eyes, a nice shade of beard, and a light dark complexion. His lips were perfectly shaped and his teeth were really bright white. I became nervous while small talking with him, and I tried to relieve the tension by getting humorous.
'So, Marco, isn't it tough to work during these wonderfully sunny days?'
He replied: 'Yes, a little bit, but I love my job, and I'm really happy to be here'.
'Me too, now', I thought, but I didn't have the guts to say it loud.
'Whatever you need, please just ring that bell. I'll come now and then to see if everything is all right'.
'Thank you, Marco. So glad I've known you'. He smiled at me. That smile struck me again, I was definitely and completely captured by that handsome guy.
If you have stayed in hospital for a certain period, you certainly know that time never passes, and even doing things that you do in your normal life (e.g. reading or watching TV) isn't satisfying at all. You always have a nervous background that inhibits every joy in what you do. You only have one thing in mind: you want to go home, especially if you feel in good health.
So, after a hour or so spent wasting my time, I decided to explore the ward, and went into my slippers. Passing through the corridor I could notice there were very few patients, and everyone was sleeping or talking with his neighbor. I went past the infirmary and I saw Marco doing some paper job. He looked at me and he smiled at me again. Gosh! Every time his smile made that strange effect to me, a sort of vertigo, and I smiled him back timidly. After my sad stroll all along the corridor, I decided to go back to my room and try to read something. When I was close to the infirmary Marco called me:
'Hey, seems you're a little bored there. If you want, you can come inside'.
I happily accepted and stepped into the infirmary. He said to me:
'Please, have a seat, I'm finishing this shit but it will just take me a couple of minutes' and he headed back to his papers. I sat next to him and I had a chance to look at him closely.
I was stunned by the beauty of this young man. He wore a white coat, but nothing else under, so I could see his hairy chest and arms. His white trousers were really thin, so I could see the hair of his legs pressed against the fabric. I became a little nervous while watching this gorgeous guy, because I began to feel irresistibly attracted by him, and I wanted to have whatever contact with his body. I was fantasizing about how could it be to hug him and feel his body against mine, when he looked at me and stopped my thoughts:
'Hey Luca, I think you're bored more than before. If you want I'll reach you in your room when I'll finish this, and we can have a chat'.
I replied: 'Oh no, please Marco, go on, I'll stay here if you don't mind. I'm always curious about other people, and I like to watch new things, so I think I'll observe you a little more', with that I thought that maybe I was pushing myself too far, but he seemed comfortable with this, so he smiled and went back to his job, and I went back to mine!
One thing I could not control was the effect of my observation was producing to my bulge! I didn't realize, in fact, that my pajama could not hide the erection that was rising between my legs. Shit, I thought, and I put my hands crossed upon my lap, trying to cover what I could.
Maybe Marco was observing me as well with the back of his eye, because he looked at me and laughed, then he said:
'No worries, Luca, this thing is really normal. People here get so bored and nervous that their body calls for help!'
I laughed, too, and appreciated his nice try to make me feel less uncomfortable with what was happening. Then I stood up, always hiding my now full erection with both my hands, and I told him:
'OK, maybe it's better to leave!'.
Marco laughed again: 'Don't worry, man, I see a lot of these things in my routine job. Just think of what happens when someone undergoes surgical operations in the pelvic area. We have to shave them, and guess what happens most of the times!'.
I laughed back at him, and I notice that, now and then, Marco tried to sneak on what I was hiding. That could be a signal, I thought, but maybe no.
So I said OK, and I sat back. He seemed glad of this. He added, before going back to his papers:
'And please don't be tense, and try to relax'.
Was that an invitation? The first thing I did was to have a quick look at his groin. His leg was hiding the full view, but I could see a bigger bulge in his pants. Maybe he was having an erection. I became audacious, and I removed my hands from my lap. Now I was rock hard, and my cock pressed definitely against my pajama. Everything was visible, since my boxers were tight, and the whole shape of my thick 7.5 inch cock was now fully exposed. Now and then he found some excuses to look at me and to look at my cock. His bulge was growing more and more, I could see it clearly. The situation was getting interesting.
I started to touch my cock a little, repositioning it in my underwear, since my erection was becoming a little distressing. He noticed that, and took advantage of the situation taking up the previous subject.
'I always suggest to people undergoing surgical operations of that kind to jack off before we shave them. That would definitely make sense!'.
'Well, yes, Marco, you're right. But there so little privacy in a hospital!'
'Not always. Just take today, as an example. The ward is almost empty. What do you think I do when I have to spend hours without doing anything, when I am alone?' and he winked at me, smiling.
I laughed and told him: 'Well, yes, but you have your personal areas that you can use without being molested. We just have toilets, and they often don't have keys, so thing are more complicated!'
He replied: 'Well, when nobody's around, every place is good. I sometimes jack off here where I am, without even going to the restroom!' then he finally touched his cock, pressing his hands against his hard crotch.
I was getting seriously excited, just imagining that wonderful guy jerking off where he was now. It was too much. I tried a little approach, saying:
'Hey Marco, seems like you need some relief, too!' and I laughed. He looked at his groin and laughed, and added:
'Yes, talking of sex always makes me horny', then he exposed more of his crotch. I said:
'I don't believe you, anyway. How can you jerk off here, aren't you scared that someone might see you? Some colleagues?'
'Do you see any colleagues now? I know exactly their timings. The doctor is in the surgery room . The other nurse staying here today is helping our head officer with orders. She left me alone here because there is no particular need. There are just 4 patients today, and everyone is just under observation. As you could see, everyone is occupied in his business! In situations like this I can do whatever I like!'
and he touched again his crotch. I pressed my hands against mine and looked at it.
He said: 'Feel free to get comfortable' pointing his look to my cock. That was it! Everything could happen now.
'Here?' I replied. Then he made something really unexpected: he pulled out his cock. His cock was a little smaller than mine, maybe 7 inch, but as thick as mine. Big veins ran all over his shaft, and he had a huge cockhead, a little darker than his dick. He pulled out his big balls, too, and I noticed they were very hairy, just like mine.
He started to jerk off slowly, looking at me with a smile, so I pulled out my cock as well, and started jerking off slowly, at his same pace.
'Yes, why not?' he replied with a grin. We looked at each other cocks while masturbating, and without a word we continued jerking for a couple of minutes.
Then he broke the silence: 'I'm getting seriously horny, man'.
'Same here, Marco. Long time without cumming, and now my balls are full!'
A lewd look was now on his face. His excitement was pushing him towards his instincts, so he said:
'Can I touch it?'
I said: 'Sure!', and he came closer. We heard some noises in distance, so he stood up with his hard cock swinging at few inches from my face, and he said:
'OK Luca, let's get more comfortable. Just follow me'.
Without even putting my cock back in my boxers I stood up and followed him. He led me to a little locker room with a table in the center. He locked the door, sat on the table, and invited me to do the same. We were sitting closer, then he touched my cock, and grabbed it firmly.
'Nice cock, man'.
He jerked it off slowly. I was getting wet and mad from excitement. I reached his groin and I grabbed his cock. It was wonderful, rock hard, thick and pulsing. I turned to him and saw pure lust on his face. His beautiful dark eyes were now a little closed, and he was shivering with desire. I pressed my lips to his, and we kissed with our tongues moving all around the mouth. Kissing that stud was so exciting. He was passionate and manly in the same time.
I was feeling his huge cock in my hands, but now I wanted it in my mouth. After some minutes of kissing and mutual jerk off, I said to him:
'Can I suck it?'
'I want it so bad. Why don't we try 69?'
I nodded, and we lied on the big table. I started sucking his huge balls. They were furry and savory, and I put them in my mouth, one after the other, then both of them. They filled entirely my mouth. In the same time he was licking the base of my cock, and with his tongue he ran all over my shaft. I was in ecstasy!
I grabbed his cock from the base and I shoved it in my mouth. I felt the cockhead with my tongue, and it was smooth and swollen. His precum began to ooze, and I tasted it. It was really good, and I got more and more excited. I began to push my groin towards his face, so I face fucked him. His throat was warm and wet, and it felt like paradise to me.
I went up and down his shaft while sucking that huge rod, and I felt like the best cocksucker in the world. I was literally taken by the frenzy of the moment, and I wanted him to shoot in my mouth. That experience was even better than I thought, and I wanted to go further.
While I was thinking of this, he seemed to read my mind, and he told me:
'Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste your man juice'.
I moaned with pleasure and pushed harder towards his throat, fucking him like a bitch. In the same time I pumped his cock like there's no tomorrow and I told him:
'OK cocksucker, now I'm going to inseminate that fucking bitch mouth'.
He appreciated my rude talk, and he had a sudden stiffening of his cock. He replied: 'Yes, man, I like that. I'm a swine and I want your cum. I want to taste it and to swallow it. Shoot your load down my throat!'.
'And I want yours, little faggot. You have excited me too much and now you have to swallow every single drop!'
He said: 'Yes, please! Give me your cock juice, please...', and he pumped faster. I felt the orgasm coming, and I told him: 'Here is it, bitch. All for you. Swallow it all!'.
When I began to shoot all my sperm down his throat, I felt his cum splashing all over my mouth. He came when he felt I was cumming, and he produced tons of hot sperm I tasted and I swallowed like a whore.
We stayed in that position for other few minutes, we took each drop, until our dicks were limp. Then we stood up and kissed, mixing the leftover of each other sperm. It was really intense and erotic.
We decided to exchange our telephone numbers and we promised each other we would have met again.
If you liked this story, I'll write down what happened in our second encounter. Thank you for your patience!
Luca tameimpala74@hotmail.com