Zach's Nurse
This is a follow up to my first story- Head Nurse.
It can be read as a stand-alone story or as a sequel to the first story.
The shower water felt wonderful on my skin. It was probably a combination of the warmth of the water and the endorphins that were streaming through my body right now. A part of me was still in disbelief of what I had just done. In some ways, it didn't feel real, how often do your fantasies, especially sexual ones, come true. Even rarer, must be, reality being better than what you had fantasized about.
Ever since I had read the book Scruples as a teenager, I had been curious about and dreamed about blowing another man. This was all fueled by a scene in the book that involved a glory hole and two guys. Over time my interest in that had increased although, I dated women, and enjoyed sex with woman, but as I grew older the curiosity about, and the fantasies of sucking dick grew.
As my curiosity and fantasies grew my ability to be visually aroused by men increased. I would still look at more women than men but certain parts of men, mostly from the chest through their groin, would turn me on. I also really enjoyed looking at pictures of their dicks. A hard, cut, thick veiny cock was a huge turn on to see.
I was pretty shallow in my tastes when it came to my fantasies, I liked the stereotypical hot men; cowboys, construction workers, cops, and especially firemen. When my female friends would share memes involving those types of men on social media, I had to fight the urge not to hit the like button myself while being jealous I wasn't tagged along with the women they shared it with. The firemen fantasy was a little ironic because I worked as a paramedic for the fire department, so I spent a lot of time, a third of my life, around firemen including sharing the shower and locker room area.
Up until a few days ago no one had known I had these desires besides me. It was my deepest secret and one that I never thought I would share. I ended up spilling it to my work partner Anne. We had worked together for three years, she was a little more than ten years older than me, but I was her senior as a paramedic. This had resulted in me being her work mentor and her being almost like an older sister I had never had.
She had been visiting me at my home for drinks, something we did occasionally, and the subject of our deepest secrets had come up. We both had drank one or two to many, so our lips were a little looser than normal. She went first and confessed to a onetime girl on girl experience with a younger woman she had gone to paramedic school with. I confessed my fantasy of performing oral sex on a man and the fact that I found firemen hot.
Afterwards, in typical older sister fashion, she had teased me, good naturally, about the guys I worked with and which ones I thought were hot. I had been worn down and told her that the guys on the ladder truck were hot firemen calendar worthy and that one, Zach, was really hot. The fact was I had a bit of crush on him based on how hot he looked. He was tall with broad shoulders, muscular biceps, and rock hard, washboard abs. He also had a sleeve tattoo on one arm and another over his rib cage on the opposite side.
Zach had suffered serious burn on his hands in a fire a two months ago that had required numerous surgeries and skin grafts that he was still recovering from. He still had to wear bulky compression gloves on both hands that severely limited his use of them.
While he was in the hospital his wife had gotten a hold of his phone and saw texts and photos that had proved that he was sleeping with many different women. She kicked him out of their home and this resulted in him having no place to continue his recovery when he was released. The department's EMS and Health and Safety Chief had asked if I would take him and they had detailed me for a month to help take care of him.
Zach had moved into my spare bedroom yesterday. This morning an older occupational therapist had been here to work with him. She had left, saying that if he didn't knock off his rubbing up against her and making inappropriate comments, she wouldn't come back. When I confronted him about it, he basically said he hadn't gotten off in two months and was very frustrated.
When the home health nurse, who had come later that afternoon, stormed out, I found him on the couch with a hard dick. I made a quick decision to take care of it for him and ended up on my knees, sucking the beautiful cock of one of the hottest men I had ever seen. I had swallowed his cum and left him on couch to nap with the promise I would do it again later and to serve him dinner afterwards.
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I stepped out the shower and began to dry off. I went to my room and took a second to decide on what to wear. If it was just me by myself, I would have thrown on a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless t shirt, my normal around the house and sleeping attire. I decided to up it just a little and grabbed a t shirt that had sleeves. I heard my phone vibrate and picked it up.
Anne was responding to my earlier text that had basically told her I had hooked up with Zach. She had texted-
OMG GIRLFRIEND!
That didn't take you anytime at all.
I can't wait to hear ALL the details, everyone of them!
Still on for coffee tomorrow, right?
Crazy busy day here hope the night side is quiet.
We had made plans earlier in the day to meet for coffee tomorrow morning at 08:00 after she got off her shift. I sent a quick reply-
I am excited to tell you about it!
Hope the night is quiet.
I headed downstairs and as I went by the living room area; I saw Zach still sleeping on the couch. He had pulled a blanket over him, but his shorts and underwear were still on the floor. I smiled at the thought of his dick under the throw blanket he had pulled over him for his nap.
I quietly stepped into the kitchen and tried my best to silently slide the lasagna, I had put together earlier, out of the refrigerator and into the oven. Then I sliced up some cherry tomatoes and cucumbers for a small salad and put some garlic butter spread on the loaf of French bread I had. I had the thought; I am pretty sure the way to Zach's heart was through blow jobs, but I figured showing off my cooking skills wouldn't hurt. After I had that thought I realized I really didn't care about his heart, his dick though, that was different.
I was just getting ready to go wake him up. My plan had been to try and get the blanket off him and wake him by starting to suck his dick. I had a girlfriend wake me up once doing that and it was still a favorite memory of mine. I heard some noise from the family room and peaked out and saw he was awake and putting his shorts on. The compression gloves made it a little tougher and he was struggling just a little.
"Hey, need some help? I would rather pull them down first though." I smiled as I said it coming out of the kitchen.
He kind of jumped. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Honestly, I was hoping you would still be asleep when I got done in there." I pointed back to the kitchen. "I had a plan for how I was going to wake you up that I thought you would like."
He was fidgeting and his eyes darted all over the room. It looked like he was trying to find an escape route. I stopped moving towards him and stood looking at him with a raised eyebrow waiting for him to speak.
"Umm, hey listen. I am not real sure how to say this." His eyes still wouldn't meet mine. "What you did earlier was really great and all."
"But?" I knew more was coming.
"Yea, but I don't want that to happen again. I am not gay. Honestly, if I had been thinking straight earlier, I wouldn't have let it happen then." He started to move across the room.
"I told you, I am not gay either. That is the first time I have ever done that, but I liked it and I would like do it again."
"Well, I still don't know if I believe that was the first time you have done that. It seemed way to natural for that. Doesn't matter though it isn't happening again. I don't want my friends to know I am having sex with a fag cocksucker."
"A fag cocksucker huh, I told you I am not gay. And how would your friends find out? Do you think I am going to run around screaming to everyone I got to suck Zach's dick?" I was getting angry now.
"Maybe not everyone. But I am sure you are dying to tell someone, how about Anne? I bet you have told her already. Everyone knows how tight you are. If you weren't a fag you would be fucking her. She may be a little older, but she has fantastic boobs and beautiful eyes. I would love to fuck that."
"Leave Anne out of this asshole and fuck you. Dinner will be ready to eat at 6:30. I will put some on a plate for you and set it on the table. You can eat it whenever you want." I turned and walked to the stairs.
"Hey, I am sorry. I won't talk about her, okay. Stop acting like a bitch."
I was up the stairs in my room by the time he finished. I closed the door and turned on the TV, then took my phone out and scanned social media. I was trying to figure out what was going on in my head. Was I angry because how he was acting? Was it because I wouldn't get to suck his dick again?
I heard him come up the stairs. It sounded like he had come up to my door and stopped for a moment and then walked away. I heard him go in the bathroom. I realized that when the home health care nurse was here earlier, she hadn't bathed him. A nurse wasn't scheduled to come back until tomorrow. I would have been glad to handle that task myself but not now.
I came out of my room a hour or so later and as I walked past my guest room, I heard the TV on through the slightly cracked door. I took the lasagna out and let it cool a little before cutting it, heated up the bread and put the salad into bowls. Eventually when everything was ready, I put Zach's plate on the table in the dining room and put water in the special cup he needed to use along with the utensils he required to be able to eat. I took my dinner out to the deck to eat there. It was the middle of October and the temps were starting to cool a little.
When I came in Zach was sitting on the couch with his dinner, watching TV. I rinsed my plates off and put the leftovers in the fridge. Looking out in living room I saw that he had put his plates on the coffee table. I walked out and picked them up.
"Do you want anymore?" I asked.
"No, thanks. It was good thank you."
I didn't acknowledge him and took the dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I filled up his cup and grabbed a water bottle for myself. I dropped the cup on the coffee table and headed up stairs. Climbing into bed and turning on Netflix while still trying to figure out what was going on in my mind. Was I angry, hurt, disappointed?
I woke up early before six and the sun still wasn't up. I was supposed to meet Anne for coffee at eight o'clock. I decided I could get a quick run in this morning if I went right now. I peed and brushed my teeth and quickly changed into some running clothes. The air was a little chilly which depressed me, I was a fan of Spring and Summer and really disliked Winter which I knew would be here soon.
