Working the hospital registration in the ER at night can be exciting or boring. There's no rhyme or reason (unless you count the full moon). The highlight of any night was when the paramedics came in. To be fair, they visited more than just when they were bringing in an accident victim.
Every time a new member joined the team, they were brought in an introduced to everyone. Even though it was a large city, we saw the same medics routinely. The first night I saw the new medic Logan was memorable, not because any accident victim, but because he was stunning to look at. I was guessing early thirties, six foot two or so, 220, long black hair, blue eyes, constant 5 o'clock shadow and olive skin. He was a cutie.
The next couple of weeks, Logan became more friendly, as did I. There was some flirting in between medical disasters (that's what we called busy nights); typical side eye glances, smiles and the like. Then, suddenly....no more Logan. I tried to casually ask what happened to Logan and was told he was on loan to another location, as they were short staffed. That was a relief.
About a month or so later, as I returned from my break, there was Logan and team at the desk. And he had got a hair cut. If he was a cutie before, he was down right stunning now! His hair was cropped up the back and side (almost buzzed) but he left the top of his hair long. It's hard to described but let me tell you, he turned heads! As I walked up, Logan turned around.
"Hey there!" he said.
"Hey. Nice cute" I replied as coyly as possible.
""Thanks bud" he said with a smile.
I had another register so I left and, as quickly as possible, finished up and returned to the desk, I learned Logan was in the restroom. I, of course, had to go as well so I headed to the closest restroom to the desk, hoping he was there as well. I entered and saw Logan at the urinal. I saddled up next to him and pulled out my dick.
"Gotta' drain the lizard!" I said as manly as possible.
"Mmm hmmm." Logan said not breaking his stare in to the urinal. I thought maybe I'd misjudged his energy. I wasn't sure what to do but chanced a quick glance. He wasn't peeing at all. He was slowly stroking his cock. His olive colored, cut dick was very large and peaked out though a few black hairs. If its shovel shaped head was engorged with blood -- if that was his size soft -- his cock would be a monster at full mast.
I was dumbfounded by what I saw. I've seen all kinds of cocks in my years, bot none attached to such a sexy, masculine man. Being locked in to a sideways stare with his cock, I neglected to start actually peeing.
"Like what you see?" I hear him ask as he snapped me out of my trance.
"Yeah...uh...wha'..." I didn't know what to say as he shook his meat in his right hand. I wasn't fully hard because it bent like a garden hose when he shook it. If I had to pee there was no way I could now. My heart sank knowing I was busted. And while I thought he was in to guys (my gaydar isn't always accurate) there was a chance he wasn't. Maybe I'd get punched. Or outed to the group. I had a lump in my throat and it seemed as if time stood still -- like we stood there for hours.
He pulled his dick back in his pants and stuffed his monster down the side of his leg.
"If you ever want to see more..." he said as he leaned in close to my wide eyed self "...call me!" He handed me a piece of paper with a number on it and walked towards the door as I heard his radio say "Logan -- we gotta' run". He left the room and I stood there stunned and turned on at the same time.
The rest of the night was a blur. Thankfully it wasn't busy so I didn't screw up anyone's registration but a slow day seems to run forever. I pondered my next move all night. By morning I was no closer to a decision than when the work day started.
As I walked in the door at home, I decided I'd text him a simple message, then go to bed and dream sweet dreams of Logan and I living forever after. Or just rough sex. Either one. I typed up a message that said something to the effect of "Hi it's Brian from the hospital", it SEND and plugged the phone in to charge. As I walked towards the bathroom I heard it vibrate. It was about 630AM so I wondered who'd be texting me at this hour, not thinking. I jumped in to the shower, brushed my teeth, slide in to a pair of boxers and headed to bed totally forgetting about the text. Until I saw my phone light up. I looked at it and it was a number I didn't recognize. I slid open the phone and it read something like "Hi Brian. It's Logan. Hope you enjoyed the show last night and you get back with me soon".
I didn't expect a reply that nice or that soon. I sat on my bed with my phone in my hand with, I soon realized, a hard on in my boxers. I guess my dick had a mind of its own and it really like Logan. I pecked another simple message and hit SEND. Bubbles popped up as I waited for a response. It arrived.
"Glad you replied again sexy" it said. Did Logan call me sexy?! I'm a very typical all American guy: five foot ten, 289, brown hair and eyes with a beard and short hair. Not fugly but not a model either.
"Who you callin sexy" I texted.
"You u sexy ass" it said.
