What Happened with the Nurse in That Empty Room

I’d spent two and a half hours pacing around the waiting rooms, all of them packed with people with the same flu I had, all of them wearing masks, all of them with their phones in hand and that exaggerated cough people put on when they want to win sympathy.

Triaging was the only fast part of the day. A tall, broad doctor with a deep voice, arms defined beneath his white coat, and a stare that drilled into you without asking permission saw me. That’s where my horny streak started.

Otherwise, there was nobody worth mentioning in those rooms, except for a man they sent to pee in a bottle and a male orderly in his thirties, dressed in blue, who would show up every so often pushing a wheelchair. He had striking features, and every time he passed by I’d get hard as a rock. I kept myself entertained watching him, pretending not to, while the minutes dragged on forever.

Until the screen told me to go into the nursing station. And there he was.

At first glance, nothing special. Mid-thirties, maybe pushing forty. Around five foot seven, lean, blond hair cut almost to the scalp, and a perky ass the white uniform pants didn’t quite manage to hide.

But he had a soft voice and a way about him that made an effort to please. The kind that makes you feel like the center of the room even if twenty people are waiting their turn.

He drew my blood and put in an IV. That was the entirety of our contact, and yet it was enough to keep me thinking about him for the next two hours.

***

After seeing some random doctor, I had to wait again for nursing to call me to inject the antibiotic. I crossed my fingers and prayed to a god I don’t believe in that he’d be the one to see me. For once, my prayers were good for something.

—Come with me, Marcos —he said, reading my name off the screen.

He took me to a room and told me to sit down while he hung the antibiotic bag from a metal stand. When he stretched his arms out to handle it, his T-shirt rode up and showed a flat stomach and the waistband of some branded boxer briefs visible beneath the white pants. I got hard without meaning to.

—I’ll be back in a bit —he said before leaving.

Another while to fantasize and, in the process, torture myself with an arousal I’d have to relieve at home if I had any energy left after that awful afternoon.

—You almost discharged? —he asked when he came back, checking that the bag was nearly empty.

I told him yes. I was about to add something, but he had to rush off. A few seconds later he came back escorting an old woman.

—I need a chair —he said to the air, and I made a move to stand up—. Not you, man —he said, laughing and pointing at me—. I meant for the companions.

I felt a bit embarrassed, but it passed quickly, because I really was going to give the woman my seat. I didn’t need to be sitting.

He finished with her and came back over.

—Thanks for offering —he whispered.

He loosened the elastic, removed the bottle, and warned me he was going to take out the IV.

—It might sting a little when I peel it off, don’t hate me —he said. I didn’t answer; I’d never hate a guy like him—. Press the gauze down, otherwise you’ll get a bruise and you’ll remember the nurse who did it to you —he joked.

—I’m going to remember him anyway —I dared to say.

He looked at me strangely, not quite sure how to take that. I was about to ask him what time he got off, straight out, but he beat me to it.

—You mean the needle prick?

—No, not at all. I didn’t even feel it.

Then our eyes met and understood each other on their own, with a smile that left no room for doubt. He wanted confirmation in my eyes of what he suspected. I nodded, bit my lip, and he licked his lips.

—Give me a minute.

***

I don’t know where he went or what excuse he made up, but he came back asking me to follow him down a corridor. He turned around to ask if my arm hurt; I shook my head and he brushed my hand with the tip of his finger, I suppose to make sure we were really going where we were going.

We crossed a dark, rarely used area, as if that part of the hospital had gone years without being touched. He opened a door with a push button and led me into what looked like a locker room or an abandoned consultation room: an old gurney, several stacked chairs, and two cabinets beside a metal sink.

—No one will bother us here —he said, to put me at ease.

And without more, we threw ourselves at each other. We kissed in a hurry, tongues and all, while our hands seemed to move on their own because there was no time to waste. Mine went straight for that hard, perky ass; his went to my crotch, which had already reacted under the fabric.

—You’ve got me so hard, asshole —I whispered in his ear.

—Fuck, and you’ve got me too. Are you going to fuck me?

I knew it had to be quick, because he’d skipped out on his post. So I swallowed the urge to eat him out or linger on his ass, and got right to it.

He pulled his pants down. I lubricated his entrance with spit, slid in one finger to test the waters, and confirmed there was going to be no problem. He leaned over the gurney, propping himself on his elbows, and offered me his ass. I entered him slowly, working my way through those hot walls that squeezed me until my mind went hazy. I had to bite back a moan.

I pushed harder, gripping his waist, fucking him at a brisk, steady pace, regretting that the position didn’t allow for more. But he read my mind: he sat up without taking me out, ending up with his back to me and pressed upright against me, and searched for my mouth over his shoulder while I kept thrusting.

—Fuck, man —he panted—. I get off at ten. Wait for me and I’ll give you the blowjob of your life.

—What I want is to empty myself right now —I answered, never stopping—. Is that what you’re after, getting filled up real nice?

—Yeah, man, fuck me, don’t stop.

I sped up while he kept turning his face to make out with me. I reached for his cock with my hand: it was thick, and that even though it wasn’t fully hard. Fired up by the thought of what would come at ten, I came in spasms, letting go of all the tension built up since the first doctor saw me and I fantasized about him, about the man with the bottle, and about the handsome orderly. I breathed deeply and offered to help him finish, but he was already pulling his pants up.

—Don’t worry about me. Will you wait for me, then?

I looked at the clock. Eight fifteen. What was I going to do for almost two hours?

—Should I give you my address and you swing by my place when you get off? —I suggested.

—Sorry, man, but I’m married and I need discretion. If you want, there’s an industrial estate right next door and we can do it in my van. It’s big, we’ll be comfortable.

I hesitated, and he noticed, so he opened the door ready to leave. Before stepping out of the dark area, he added:

—If you decide to, wait for me at the entrance to the staff parking lot. And if not, it was a pleasure.

He pointed me toward the exit and left just like that.

***

In the parking lot, sitting in my car, I didn’t know what to do. The fatigue from the afternoon, the antibiotic crash, and having just come were all working against me. I started the car and drove. But the moment I reached the crosswalk by the exit I changed my mind: the man with the urine bottle was crossing there, and the sight of him sent a jolt straight to my cock. “Fuck, I’m seriously horny,” I thought.

I stopped for a bite at a nearby bar and before ten I was already waiting for him. Dressed in street clothes and bundled up, he might draw less attention. Just thinking about what he was hiding under that uniform got me hard again.

But the friendliness he’d shown at work had vanished. His face was a mix of seriousness and worry, nothing like happiness at seeing me.

—Follow me in your car —he asked, looking around.

I then understood that his attitude was because he didn’t want anyone to see us together. I watched the parking barrier go up and a white van drive out. A few minutes later we arrived at a half-abandoned industrial estate, turned a couple of times, and ended up at the end of a deserted street, the perfect spot. We got out and he invited me into the back seat. He hadn’t been lying: there was plenty of room inside.

—Sorry about earlier, man, I didn’t want anyone to see us.

I told him not to worry. He smiled, devoured my mouth, and my cock reacted again. We started unbuttoning our pants, though I noticed he was somehow holding me back.

—Get comfortable —he asked, pointing me to the seat while he knelt on the van floor.

It was pretty clear what he wanted, so I let him do it. I felt his tongue playing with the head and a shiver ran through me. He spent a while licking the tip, the skin, the shaft, before taking the whole thing into his mouth. He set a rhythm of sucking and licking so perfectly timed I had to ask him to stop or I’d come too soon.

I pulled him up to make him stand, because I wanted to see his cock already, but he didn’t seem very eager. I rubbed him over his clothes to see if I could convince him, and all he did was turn around so I could fuck him again, positioning himself to let himself drop onto me.

—Don’t you like getting your dick sucked or what? —I asked, because I wasn’t about to leave empty-handed.

—Yeah, sure, but I prefer sucking or getting fucked. When you cum, if you want, you can suck me off. I won’t take long.

That was the plan. He climbed on top and started riding while he jerked himself off, maybe sensing I wouldn’t last long with him squeezing me like that. I warned him I was close and, as soon as my breathing turned rougher, he stood up, turned quickly, and swallowed me down.

—Fuck, man, you’re so good at that.

I watched him lick up the last drop, looking at me shamelessly while he kept touching himself.

—Got any energy left to suck me a bit? —he tested.

I nodded. He settled back on the seat, I leaned in, and finally I had that cock in front of me, and even though it wasn’t fully hard, it was so appetizing that I took as much of it into my mouth as I could fit. But, just as he’d predicted, it didn’t take long before he warned me he was about to come. I let him finish over his own belly, in spasms and with a moan he muffled in another kiss.

He recovered in seconds, cleaned himself up as best he could, and said he had to go. Just like in the ER, the wait had been much longer than the act itself. But two solid fucks with a stranger in just a few hours was, by a long shot, not a bad way to end such a disgusting afternoon.