Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 19:55:01 -0400 From: Chris A. Subject: My Nursing Education This work contains scenes of sex between two males. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your state or country, or if you are offended by this type of material, then please do not read any further. Please remember the following: This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone's life is sheer coincidence and not intended. Furthermore, this story is based upon the author's fantasy. Any comments, feel free to email me at samdabisa@gmail.com **************************************************************************** My Nursing Sex Education During my senior year of high school, I became a candy-stripper at the hospital near my house. It was something that was recommended to me by my guidance counselor since I wanted to go to college for nursing. Luckily, when I arrived to the hospital, they were starting a new program for teenagers interested in healthcare and I was going to be paid for the time I'd be spending at the hospital. For the first few days that I was at the hospital, I had to sit through a series of videos on appropriate work attire, behavior, germs and HIPPA. The videos were old boring ones, probably made back in the 1950s. Once I was done with the videos, they assigned me to a unit in the hospital that could use a hand at the desk for the unit clerk and also give the nurses a hand, since it was a high paced floor. Ms. Flett led me to the unit, it was on G2. It was the ICU area. Big open area with about 12 different beds, each separate from the next and with a curtain to give some privacy when needed. She led me to the unit clerk. "Joe," she began, "this is Charlie. He's a high school senior looking to get into the medical field. He is to help you and the nurses with whatever you may need." "Sure, no problem!" Joe replied. Joe then starts chatting with me, basic introductions to the unit, where the charts are located, fax machine, and basic operations of the unit. Boring stuff that I don't think you'd want to be bothered with. Let me tell you about myself. I am Charlie, 18 years old, 5'8", about 170lbs, dirty blond hair, decent shape but I am not ripped, but do have some average definition. I don't play team sports, but I do go swimming at the local county pool a few times a week; I enjoy it more than a gym because you wind up seeing other guys naked in the locker room, even if briefly, and no one really gives it much thought because you have to change. I don't try and stare, at least not at the older gents since I'm not into daddies, but at least those closer to my age. I also consider myself lucky, I am not too hairy; I have a light coating on my chest, not much on my stomach, except a nice full treasure trail down to my nice bush (which I keep trim and not wildly). My legs have a nice coating too, but not grizzly like a bear. Thankfully no back hair! Ha ha. Now that I've told you about me, let me tell you about Joe. Besides being a similar build to myself, he has the most vibrant red hair I've ever seen and it is a medium dark red; the true definition in my opinion of being a ginger! He is 25, lives in the area, has a baby face and smells oh so sweet. Though I'm sure that last part is from good hygiene. (Always a turn on) As I was getting acquainted with the unit, I tried to hover around Joe without being too obvious that I found him attractive, but I did try to secretly suggest it too. Joe took me around to show me what I could do to help him out, a lot of it being some simple things like adjusting pillows, adjusting the beds, putting the automated blood pressure cuffs on, nothing crazy. After the first two days, we have gotten to know each other a bit, talking about school, music, movies, and even a little bit about relationships. Joe mentioned he had a few short term relationships but nothing that panned out the way he liked just because there wasn't any true love between them. It seemed interesting that he never talked about any of them specifically, in which to suggest whether he was into guys or gals, or both like me. In asking about my love life, I admitted to fooling around with a few people and going all the way once or twice, but never actually had a true relationship. Our conversation didn't really go much further, other than stating the obvious of our interest in finding someone to love. The next time I was in, I was helping all of the nurses on the unit, but I tried to stick with Joe as much as I could. I think that he was catching on that I was becoming his little puppy so to speak. As I was helping him out with patients, as he was starting some IVs and drawing up medications and some other things, he began holding my hips as he went to move behind me. A few times I could of sworn I felt either an erection or at least a semi hard-on. As the week progressed, and I spent more time on the unit, the feeling of sexual tension I felt seamed to grow. It seamed the hip grabbing was more pronounced, grabbing my chest slightly from behind as well as he did this too. To be fair, I was trying to test the waters and I would stick my nice semi-jock ass out and I could swear I'd hear him moan slightly. At the end of the second week there, it was a calm Friday afternoon. The unit didn't have too many patients on it, so not too much for me to do. On my way in, I happened to get a Venti Quad Skinny Vanilla Latte from Starbucks, which I finished about 2 hours prior and I now felt my bladder crying to be relieved. In managing to slip away to the staff bathroom, I rushed in, undid my scrub bottoms and felt like I released my soft cock in the nick of time. "Ahhhhh," I let out in a sigh of relief. "Been holding it in that long, Charlie?" Joe inquired as he walked in. "Dear God, yes," I reply not realizing he came up to the urinal next to me. "It's just about as good as an orgasm!" Joe chuckled. "It looks like you have a decent weapon there, despite not being at full mast," he added. I looked down at my junk, which happened to be half mast in response to my straining bladder. "Yeah, that I do." I add in a laugh. I then slightly glance over at Joe's and see him fully aroused despite pissing. He appeared to be about 7" and a nice thickness, like the size of half-dollar coins. I couldn't see much else. "How big is it fully hard? If you don't mind me asking," Joe asked me, as he turns his head to face me. "Just under 7 inches. You?" I ask back, I looking him back in his eyes. "Just above 7 inches," he smiles back. "I think we both want to see more of each other. Don't deny it, we've had a sexual tension growing between us." I take a deep swallow, "Umm, I . . . . er . . . .uh-huh," I muster out and nod my head. "It's ok, don't be nervous," Joe tries to calm me down. "Meet me in the on-call room, basement of the E wing at the end of our shift. I have a key, we use it more so for trainings now then as an on-call room. No one will bother us." With that, he tucks his deflating cock back inside his scrubs, washes his hands and walks out without waiting for a response of any kind from me. Earlier in the day, Ms. Flett had called me at the unit desk to give me some great news. She told me that since I was going to be going to school in the area for nursing, she spoke with HR about me (since I was also doing a great job so far) and they're going to hire me into a medical technician spot for the unit I was on. I'd have to do some additional trainings, which she said would look good for school. I texted my mom, adding a little white lie that I would need to stay past the end of my shift just go see where I would be meeting for trainings and other things. She, of course, bought it. On my 15 minute break, I went and got a cup of coffee and went to see where it was that Joe wanted to meet later. After some searching, I found it and made my way back up to the unit since my break was just about over. The rest of my shift was mostly uneventful. Joe and I continued to cross paths as usual, and his brushes against me were becoming more pronounced and intentional. A few times, I wasn't sure if it was his beeper or possibly him having a raging hardon bushing against me every so often. As I was walking back towards the unit station, Joe came up next to me for a couple of paces. "Can you print the discharge information for me for bed 7A?" he asked. "Sure, no problem. Need an envelope too?" I responded. "Yes please," he replied. As he parted ways, I felt him place something into my pocket. As I got back to my seat at the station, I checked to see what it was that Joe put into my pocket. In pulling out my wallet, I also pulled out a key that wasn't mine with a note attached, which read: * * * For you to use later, possibly hold on to if you like what happens. * * * 7pm came around, which was the end of the shift. Joe was giving a report to the nurse taking over his patients for the evening shift. I gave my turn over to the overnight clerk, and we chatted for a little bit. Without me noticing, Joe had left the unit, so I gathered my stuff and headed towards the on-call room. I felt my heart beating; I was completely nervous. As I approached the room, I looked around and saw no one. I was about to knock on the door but realized I had the key Joe slipped me. As I entered the room, there was a small table just inside the door with a sign: * * * Leave your bag here, come in. * * * I swallowed hard not knowing what to expect and put my bag down. I am glad that I decided to use the bathroom right before coming in since I had pee and feeling this nervous wouldn't have helped. Walking further into the room, I found Joe laying on one of the beds with his shoes already off, his scrub top off but still his undershirt on. "Come on over," Joe invited me, as he turned his head towards me. "Take a seat, take a load off, maybe shoot a load or two." "Um, . . . . . sure," I responded nervously. "Charlie, you don't have to be nervous with me, ok? I know deep down you want this, you want to have some physical contact with another person, another dude. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, right? Think about it." I sat down on the bed, and followed suit to how Joe was dressed. I kicked off my shoes and took my scrub top off, revealing my light blue wife beater. "Come lie down next to me," Joe cooed as he gently grabbed me around my waist, guiding me down. "I've never done anything like this before." "With another guy? That's fine. I'm Bi myself, still enjoy sex with chics too. Everyone had to have their first time with guy fun at some point." "No, I mean . . . . I'm . . . I'm a virgin. I haven't had sex before. I've had a few blowjobs, but not yet sex." "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. But we can fix that right now cutie. Would you like that?" Joe asked me. He moves closer to me onto his side and lands a kiss right on my lips. The two of us don't break the kiss for a good 2 minutes at least, Joe's tongue exploring my mouth and mine exploring his. I felt an electricity in my groin I've never felt before and it felt amazing. My cock stiffened up almost immediately. I could feel Joe's enlarged cock against my leg. We started grinding a little bit, nibbling on each other's lips, ears, and even some licking. Joe moved his hands from my back to underneath my wife beater, his hands caressing my sides and my chest. Soon enough he was lifting my wife beater over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I followed suit and caressed him back and removed his undershirt. I was greeted by a nice mat of hair in the middle of his chest and nothing else except a nice full treasure trail going underneath his scrub pants. Joe slowly moved down my chest, kissing it, licking my nipples. He made his way down to around my navel. His hands grab my thighs, rub them gently, and he reaches for the daw sting to my pants and undoes the knot. "Lift your butt," Joe commands with a sweetness. I comply and in one swift motion, he slides my pants and boxers down revealing my yearning prick and my well trimmed bush along with my chestnut sized balls. Before I could say anything, Joe starts devouring my shaft with his mouth. He took the whole thing into his mouth. As he's working my pole up and down, I feel him circling my ass hole with a finger. It felt odd but mystical at the same time. As I laid there in a trance, I didn't notice Joe put some lube on his one hand until I felt him little by little fingering my hole deeper and deeper. "Oh my, . . . Oh my," I stated to coo, "feels so good." "The best has yet to come my friend," Joe responded. He got up and dropped his pants and boxer briefs revealing his cock to me again and a beautiful looking bush on top of and around it. He took the bottle of lube, and took a little into his hands and lubed my cock up. The next thing I know Joe is straddling my cock and lines my raging hard-on with his hole. Once it's lined up, he pushes himself down, taking my cock up his ass slowly initially and then BOOM, I was balls deep inside Joe. He took a minute and got adjusted to me being inside him, letting out a big sigh. He starts moving up and down, riding my cock. I move my legs to support him a little and also to thrust in and out of him to match his movements. He also try and kiss a bit as well. After a few minutes, we roll over and I start pounding away as Joe's legs are on my shoulders and I put my full body into it. "Oh my, oh my god, I'm going to cum. Ah, ah, ah, I'm close, I'm really close!!" I say as I am trying not to scream. "Unload in me," Joe begs with lust. "Dump your seed into me like I'm your whore." After another couple of thrusts, I thrust one last time and explode, dumping at least 4 or 5 hot streams of cum inside Joe's gut, possibly more. I collapse onto Joe, my cock slowly deflating, his I felt still raging. "My turn cutie." "Huh?" I ask. "You'll see," Joe promises me. He rolls me over and he gets in between my legs, lifting them up. The next thing I feel is his tongue lapping at my male taint, occasionally pushing against it trying to get in. Again, it was one of those strange but electric feelings I was enjoying. Soon, I felt Joe's finger again moving in and out of me yet again. Soon it became two, then eventually three. My head was tilted back and eyes shut, enjoying the new sensations. There was a pause in the fingering I was receiving from Joe. I felt him shifting his position, and him adjust my legs upwards. I figured for better access to my hole for the fingering. Next thing I feel is Joe poking against my ass and slowly sliding in. It felt different though, it felt fuller. And after what felt like 3 inches, I then felt Joe's hand along my sides. I took a huge gasp, both in shock of actually having another guy's cock in my ass, but also the crazy sensations I was feeling. "Oooooooh . . . . Ah, ah, ahhhh ohhhhhhhhh," was all I could muster out. "Mmmm, it's ok baby, it's ok. I'm going to go gentle," Joe soothed into my ear. He slowly slide his entire 7 inches into me, little by little allowing me to get used to it, trying not to make it too painful for me. Eventually I felt his pubes brush my ass and then press against me, Joe bottoming out in my ass. After what felt like a minute, I felt Joe take slow thrusts in and out, moving in and out in small increments and getting into bigger movements. Joe finally got to the point where he would pull out to where just his tip was still inside me, sometimes it would pop out accidentally. His cock slide nice and easy in and out, in and out, with care and not slamming in any fashion; his pelvic thrusting and rotating. My prostate was being stimulated, something I've never felt before and it was amazing. We continued this intimate interlude for a couple of minutes, lips locking together for a passionate kiss every so often. Joe would slow down, now and then, pulling out briefly. He kept muttering that I was so nice, warm and tight, adding that he didn't want to cum yet. At this point, I was rock hard again, leaking pre-cum and I haven't even touched myself this time around. Joe added a little more lube to his raging hardon, and slide back inside of me. He lifted my ass up and rolled me onto my upper back. He started picking up speed and began fucking me like a jack hammer. He was grunting, I was grunting. We were both sweating. "Fuck yeah, ungh yeah," Joe kept repeating. "Take it deep Charlie, take it deeeeep!" "Oh, ahhh, oh God," is all I could muster out. Hands were caressing, nipples lightly pinched, tongues exploring the other's mouth. Next thing I knew, I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and cock. I was going to orgasm again and I haven't even touched my dick since my first orgasm. "I'm gonna shoot again. Holy craaa-aaaahhhh-ahhhhh-aaap," I barely muster out as my balls and cock unleash another, and probably bigger orgasm then the previous. As I shoot out a few ropes, my body tenses up, including my ass, which is now tightening around Joe's cock. He takes a few last thrusts and buries his cock deep inside of me, balls deep. I feel his hot load unleash within me, followed by a few oscillations to milk the last little bit of cum out of his cock and into my ass. Joe collapses on top of me, slides his cock out of me. I feel the fresh air replace where his cock was. We laid next to each other catching our breath. Neither one of us spoke for what felt like an eternity, but was probably like 5 minutes. "So," Joe began, "was it everything you imagined it to be like, Charlie?" "Honestly, no since I always figured my first time would have been with a chick and not a dude," I replied. "But it was mind blowing." And after a pause, "when can we do this again?" "Don't worry, plenty of times now that you work here and we'll become best friends, or even fuck buddies." "I'd like that," I smiled. "Though I'd want to fool around with a chick too, maybe have a girlfriend as well." "No worries, I am the same way. I consider myself bi; no harm in experiencing the pleasures that can be had with guys or gals. Ya know? Hell, I might know a chick that would be into having a threesome. Would you be interested?" "Hell yeah, I'd be interested." Joe leaned in, kissed me, "Ok, let's clean up and get out of here. We'll make plans to hook up again." With that, we cleaned up in the bathroom, which also had a shower. We got dressed and headed out. No one was of the wiser of what transpired between us. We left the oncall/training room and left for the day. The next day, we couldn't help but smile at each other all day. This was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship . . . . Or would it turn out to be more?