I work at Medical City, a complex of hospitals. You'd think a guy who works in one hospital wouldn't get lost in another. And you'd also think getting lost is an unpleasant experience. Neither is necessarily the case. Let me explain.
Today I had to leave work early for my own doctor's appointment at a nearby hospital. I met with the surgeon to discuss elective surgery. We agreed it should be done. But there was no rush. The nurse suggested that while I was there I might as well get the preliminaries out of the way, the lab work, EKG, and X-Rays.
I went to the various departments to get stuff done. My last stop was X-Ray. It was late, dark out, around 6:30.
X-Ray turned out to be a bitch. I wandered from wing to wing trying to find the damn place. This hospital which I'd never been in was confusing. Finally decided to go the main floor, ground zero, and ask at the desk how to get there.
When I entered the elevator I pressed the wrong button. I exited to some kind of sub-basement. Again I wandered a maze of corridors. The place was deserted. If I could have found my way back to the elevators, I would have. But I was totally lost and tired and frustrated.
I finally came to a dead end, some kind of supply area filled with pallets of hospital supplies. Through an open door I saw a man, a live human being, in green scrubs, reading a newspaper and eating an apple.
"Excuse me."
"Yes," he said, looking up.
I melted. He was about 55, had salt and pepper hair, and was built husky to solid. He sported a mustache that yelled "Major Dad." And, well, he just looked - sexy.
"I seem to have gotten lost, " I explained. "I was trying to get to the X-Ray Dept."
"Okay," he said. He paused for a moment, got up, and approached me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. It's just been a hell of a day."
Stepping behind me he put both hands on my shoulders. I thought that was odd for one man just meeting another. But I figured he merely intended to turn me in the right direction.
Nonetheless a bolt of lightning surged through me. "Thanks."
"This way."
I followed. We traversed the corridors of the sub-basement for several minutes. I was still lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. So I felt better.
He stopped at a men's room.
"I have to take a leak. I'll just be a minute. Better stay with me. I'd hate for you to get lost again."
I followed him and went to the sinks across from the urinals. I took off my glasses and jacket, laid them on the counter, and turned on the water.
I looked at this kind man in the mirror above the sink. I looked at myself. I was a mess. My hair was disheveled. My shirt was hanging out and half unbuttoned from the EKG.
I glanced in the mirror at the man pissing.
"Oh my!" I said to myself. He did turn me on. I cupped the flowing water to my face.
I imagined his hands caressing me - hands destined to catch me in my tiredness. I thought I was fantasizing. I wiped my face with a few paper towels, turned about, and came face to face with the kindly Samaritan.
This was no fantasy. His hands went inside my shirt to my nipples.
"Just relax." But something in his voice told me I had no option. He started to nibble my neck and my ears.
"Ohhhhh," was all I could utter. Still I held my ground-though I wanted to collapse in his arms.
Despite my staged passivity I guess he had me all figured out. Because he unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and laid it on the counter.
In the mirror I watched helplessly as he nibbled down my shoulders, and when he reached my lower back, his nibbling turned to biting. With the sensation of his lips and teeth and tongue on my skin, the need to do anything else that day, to go anywhere, was totally obliterated. The intimacy which at first had been imposed I now welcomed and yielded to.
OK, so there was no way I could hide my pleasure. I must have let out a tiny moan which he took as a signal he could have his way with me. Because he unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and my briefs down to my ankles.
"Oh wait, I said.
Wait!" he exclaimed.
I told him I was unprepared for this
"Do you have to be prepared for sex?"
The tone of his voice told me he wouldn't take no for an answer. I had gotten myself in this situation. Lost in this maze of hospital corridors. It was going on 7 PM, and I was in this little used men's room with a total stranger who was about to exploit my vulnerability. Far as I knew, there was no one else on this entire floor. Again I gauged him physically. I knew he could easily overpower me if it came to that.
I should have been concerned. There are bashers and murderers. Though such seemed unlikely in a hospital. I wasn't really afraid of him, but I was unaccustomed to being so totally at the mercy of another human being.
Deep down I wanted him. My sexuality had been aroused almost from the first moment I'd first laid eyes on him. I began to crave fulfillment, and I believe he read that in my eyes.
Abruptly he shoved me forward across the sink counter with lukewarm water still gushing from the faucet and bent over to nibble my ass. I pushed out like I was going to take a crap. For all I knew I could have.
I was giving myself over to this guy who then raised himself up and entered me with no lube other than the spit from his mouth and his precum. I loved it!
He started slowly. His dick came out once or twice, and he had to reinsert it. By then his precum was flowing freely. And like the animal I am, I gave up all pretense of resistance as my ass began to sway in the rhythm of sexual intercourse.
