A Studly Nurse Gives The Judge And The Marine Some Extra TLC

Two hospital stays for a stupid tick bite! But it wasn't all bad - the "care" was . . . excellent. I will also add that those who know us will see that we did NOT anonymize the name of the dirty bitch nurse who provided such care - at his request. Given the smallness of the community hospital nearest our house, where my husband was admitted, I contacted the nurse in question, and after quelling his enthusiasm for a re-meet, told him I was about to post the story completely accurately. I asked him if he had any reservations, given the potential for identification though his name had been altered, and, as enthusiastically as he'd bitched himself for both my husband and me in the hospital, he asked that I leave his name. So, thanks for the awesome care, Andrew . . . and here's some free advertising!

A Studly Nurse Gives The Attorney And The Marine Some Extra TLC

by Billy C / [email protected]

My husband was in the hospital recently – my big, strong, muscled, ex-Ranger husband was taken down by . . . a tick. As a great fellow author here and friend said when I disclosed that, “Nasty buggers!” Indeed. So, after a couple of days with a reddening, swelling arm and what looked like a scab from a branch, he finally went to the ER and was immediately admitted – much to his chagrin – as he was having an allergic reaction. Some benefits presented after he was admitted, however, one in the form of a few hot male nurses who immediately homed in on Jim.

One such HOT nurse was Andrew. An exceptionally well-put together man, Andrew was late 20’s or maybe very early 30’s – we never asked his name. He was about 6’ tall . . . maybe just under; medium brown hair and body fur in plentiful but not excessive evidence on his muscular arms and appearing from the v-neck in his scrubs; medium brown eyes; an ass so well-defined in scrubs that it could stir the cock of even the straightest horny man; and did I mention MUSCLES? QUITE the muscle bitch indeed, as it turned out.

The first dose of extra TLC . . . and the follow-up . . .

Jim had initially teased Andrew into giving him a sponge bath, which led afterward to a spooge bath. Jim FaceTimed me at just the right time when I’d just finished CrossFit, which he’d insisted I go to without him.  I was about to start my truck, but when I saw an unfamiliar thickly-veined hand in the vicinity of my husband’s LONG, HARD cock and heard my husband ask if I’d mind if his nurse gave him a helping hand with his “problem that had popped-up after his sponge bath”, I told him, “I’d only mind if you didn’t leave this connection on until the last spurt of your load!”

Andrew was only in the frame with one muscular, hairy arm and two veiny, strong hands, one resting on my husband’s hairier thigh, the other resting on Jim’s fur-accentuated abs. I didn’t like that the nurse had already laid hands on him without having been given permission, but I was obviously joining this party a few minutes late, so I’d hold off any punitive commands . . . for now. To the nurse, I said, “Nurse, you may jack my husband off.” Andrew wasted no time in gripping Jim’s hardon, standing proudly at or near its full ten-plus inches, and the nurse first used two hands.

When he had both hands barely wrapped around it and still had the head and some of the shaft left over, he whistled in appreciation. “That’s a mighty piece of man meat you have there!” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to my husband or to me, as in my possession of such a stallion of a husband.

As Andrew worked Jim’s big, long cock with both of his muscular hands, Jimmy’s foreskin ample to enable full strokes up over his hooded head and back again, he then alternated working my husband’s hairy bull nuts which spilled over and out of his one hand and long-stroking his shaft with his other hand.

I couldn’t restrain my own arousal any longer. I knew the feel of my husband’s steely fuckshaft, the slide of his soft skin and foreskin over his prominent veins, the tickle of his bush against the heel of my hand at the down-stroke – or as my nose met groin, the feel of his plum-sized head, the heft of his bull hairy bull nuts . . . the smell of him . . . the sounds of his breathing and audible exclamations of his pleasure.

I unbuttoned the cargo shorts I’d taken for after my workout and let my twisted cock free of its prison in my stinking, sweaty jock strap, which I purposely had not exchanged out after my shower. The mild air conditioning in the car made my cock and balls tingle – because of course I’d freed those frustrated, filled monsters, too – with a frisson of added stimulation. As Andrew’s strokes increased in pace, I joined in with them, stroking, throwing a glance to the well in my door to ensure I had plenty of napkins which, by the way, are not there for this purpose usually. .

“May I – may I suck it?” I heard the nurse’s deep voice ask, with a bit of heavy breathing thrown in, and my nuts sparked, my cock throbbed, and a huge glob of precum burst from my shining purple head.

“If you’re man enough to suck a stallion cock that big and do it justice, you may,” I consented, rubbing my precum around my head with my finger under my ‘skin. When Andrew bent down and went to work in earnest on Jimmy’s big cockhead, my own handwork went serious.

I have one of those clips to hold my phone in the vent in the truck much to my very particular husband’s chagrin . . . not that he hasn’t used it when he’s driving, but it’s just not quite to HIS standards.  Those standards aside, it was coming in (pun INtended) very handy for me to watch the action and to display mine, which I could tell Jim was seeing by holding his phone with the camera in the forward position toward his cocksucker.

I pushed the button to have the seat recline some, and I went to work myself, enjoying Jim’s sighs and words of instruction and encouragement to the cocksucker nurse and a few directed to me as well. He obviously enjoyed the sight of me whacking his favorite toy, and he didn’t need to express reservation about me not having anything left for him later – he knows better.

After maybe ten minutes of our detached menage a trois, Jim came first, loudly as always. It was quite a wild load, even though I’d made sure his nuts were well and fully drained when I’d left his hospital room for CrossFit at his urging. In fact, he’d mentioned that if I didn’t leave, the way I’d been working him, his nuts might implode. It was less of a protest than a compliment, and I knew he wanted me to not miss another CrossFit sitting vigil by his bedside.

I also knew that Jimmy and I are well-mated in that sense – the more either of us gets, the more we want, regardless of how overworked our bodies and equipment are. That was undoubtedly what had him hot when he saw the opportunity with Andrew, the nurse-bitch. And he probably DID need a good sponge bath after all we’d been doing in that hospital room and bed. Not that I’m complaining about my husband’s magnificent virility leading to him engaging the studly nurse, of course – I love that he and I are alike in that the more we get, the more we NEED, and I love that other men find him as irresistible as I do.

Jim’s hand clamped on Andrew’s head when he started pumping up into his mouth, breathing in gasps. Andrew was surprised when Jim began slamming his cock down the nurse-bitch’s throat – I could tell from his throat being distending as my husband’s fat cockhead pumped down it, and the bitch gripped the very base of Jim’s cock like he was holding on for dear life. There was plenty left to invade his throat and to deliver his seed down into the bitch’s gullet.

Finally, Jimmy loosened his grip after he’d started blasting, his usual loud cry muffled through his clenched teeth I could hear. Andrew managed to pull off Jim’s raging, throbbing cock, sputtering, and he exclaimed profusely about the volume and force of my husband’s continuing blasts as I saw him watching wide-eyed and then, as if regaining control, diving back on to catch some of the end of it. It was quite a mess Jim made, spraying his furry pecs, neck and face in thick ropes and then the spurts came less powerfully, coating his well-pelted abs before he was down to dribbles. Another sponge bath was in the offing!

When he was a bit recovered, Jimmy redirected the phone camera and showed Andrew’s scrubs tented some and wet. I couldn’t let that go. “Jack yourself off – NOW!” I ordered. He initially made a comment about my turn. I wasn’t in the mood for crap from any bitch right about then and barked gruffly, “JUST DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”

Andrew snapped to, and he had his littlish, precummy cock out and in hand immediately. Afterward, when we were alone at the hospital, Jim and I agreed that we’d both been disappointed to see that Andrew was, frankly, under-endowed despite having huge nuts. But he wanked that little cock of his a few times and momentarily was oozing a respectable load of spooge himself.

Then, he leaned down without being invited and began licking Jimmy’s cum ropes out of his furry torso as he continued to madly beat his cocklet. I was too far gone myself to reprimand him for his unauthorized move, and both what he was doing and that I was too hot to do anything about it both, surprisingly, set me off. Andrew, smacking his lips around some of Jim’s output and saying into the phone cam, “Lucky man – both of you!” helped push me out of control.

The force of my release caused me to use some of my street clothes which weren’t sweaty to wipe my windshield, dash and steering wheel – the napkins easily exhausted! Time for detailing!

Later, when I got back to the hospital before visiting hours were over – a rule I was still observing at that point! – Andrew was still on, and he was a bit sheepish when I engaged him in more friendly conversation than I had when we initially met that morning. I thought maybe he was tired – the LONG shifts they work AND a fairly draining (I know, sorry – another intended pun!) one at that, but then it was apparent he was uncomfortable. So I said, “I’m sure you’re not nearly so shy after you’ve been fucked until you have trouble walking!” Jim snapped his head at me, then broke into a wide grin.

Andrew stuttered, and then he smirked and said, “Well maybe you’ll find out,” with a widening grin, and then went to business, checking the electronics on the IV pump, and left the room with an over-the-shoulder, “I’ll check in with you before I go off-shift,” directed to Jim. I told Jim he obviously had a fan, and we both laughed.

I got to the hospital the following morning before Andrew’s shift. I had another terrible night’s sleep with my husband not home, I was up exceptionally early and had an unsatisfying dawn run on the beach, again alone, so I decided I’d do a stealth entry to the hospital well in advance of visiting hours, if necessary. It wasn’t – I had no problem walking right in, though later I was challenged for my visitor’s pass and had to go down and get one.

When Andrew came in at 0600, shortly after I’d arrived, in his scrubs but toting a bag, so obviously he WAS a fan, visiting before his shift started. I had my back to the door and was showing Jim just how much I had missed him . . . but pulled myself back into the leg of my shorts when I heard him.  Andrew NOTICEABLY glanced toward my prominently tented and wet-spotted crotch (cargo shorts, commando) and said, “I’d say ‘good morning’ but looks like a GREAT morning!”

Jim, always the brilliant one, had a great idea. To Andrew: “I could stand to take a shower, and if you had the time to ‘help’ me, and if my husband was in the bathroom . . . “ Air quotes – rare for my husband, accompanied the ‘help’.

Andrew grinned wider and left to tell Jim’s night nurse that he was in way early because his wife had an early shift herself, and he was going to help Jim get a shower before they did shift change. Apparently “Raffy” the night nurse I hadn’t seen, was grateful to not have to do that then, as he was entering stuff for shift change based on what Andrew told us.

When Jim was stripping in the bathroom, Andrew did, too – every bit – and MAN what a HOT body. Nicely furred, dark, soft, thick over olive-ish skin that I quickly saw was a tan, beautiful musculature, like a short-stop not a musclehead. NOT very well-endowed, as I indicated before; but nothing to be ashamed of, except those HUGE nuts took away a little from his unimpressive dick by comparison. And that ASSSSSSSSSSSSS, OH MY GOD! I was just standing there with my cargo shorts open, my cock waving in the wind, Andrew’s eyes were glued to it, he was rock hard and Jim said, “I really do need a shower, but I’ll enjoy the view.”

“You – get to work HERE!” I ordered Andrew, gesturing down to my raging bone and knowing Jim could easily shower himself, even with the IV line trailing to the packet on its rolling stand.

The naked nurse was on his knees and went to work quickly, first commenting about my precum and huge nuts before he tried to swallow my cock. Jimmy said, in a comment I thought was uncharacteristically insensitive, given Andrew’s exclusion from the stallion-hung club meeting in that bathroom, “Well-matched to his horse cock, don’t you think?” Andrew didn’t seem to mind, as his mouth was (very) full at the time . . .

I had my back against the bathroom door as it didn’t have a lock . . . just in case. That was my contribution to the logistics other than planting my feet wide for easy access. Andrew was amazing but no Jim, and he struggled with Bill Jr. until he finally sat back and, while stroking my cock and working my nuts, exclaimed about it again and said he was afraid he couldn’t do justice to it with his mouth.

Jim immediately picked up on that as he was languidly lathering himself and commented, “Well, you have a fine looking ass on you!” I couldn’t argue, by the way – everything on Andrew was HOT except that dicklet – lucky or unlucky wife? I’ve heard that women don’t like big dicks . . . but know nothing of such things – women or small dicks! LOL And he’d make a fine bitch for other men he played with, and his eagerness thus far told me he did!

Of course I was horned up beyond any control, and despite my brain telling me I really didn’t want to fuck Andrew, my cock and nuts were definitely not listening. SO I did the only thing I could do and protested on the basis of not having any “provisions”. And the big slut had that covered and got a triple strip of My.Size (never heard of them) condoms out of a gym bag he had thrown on the floor in the bathroom. The dirty bitch. ANY hesitation I had then was DONE! And there were several lube packs, too. He NEEDED fucking!

I repositioned that ho bent over holding the bathroom sink edge so I could watch his face as I balled him, and I didn’t waste time eating that invitingly hairy and already sweaty ass . . . then lubed it, fingered his TIGHT hole, pulled on the still tight rubber besides being an extra huge size, slathered more lube on the latex and then WENT AT IT. He used the hand towel for a gag as he screamed when I entered him – but I knew he wanted it because he pushed back into my thrust while he was screaming and chewing that towel.

Despite adversity in the form of his tight cuntring, I gave him a GO and was IN and then balls-deep immediately. I fucked him hard and fast – the shower water, his muffled screams, growls and moans and my grunts combined to make me think of a gym or locker room and just pushed me to fuck him HARDer!

It didn’t take long at all, and I was fucking a load out of him – much to his – and my – surprise . . . and I believe delight, though the screaming wasn’t quite specific and could have been horror for soiling the hospital floor or something. LOL Jimmy was enjoying it, too, given his cock’s alertness and his eyes glued on the cumspray on the floor. Myself, I wasn’t anywhere near close despite his spasming fuckchute as I continued on pistoning him and feeling him convulse and clench as he made a puddle on the floor, the splats of his cumdrops adding to the soundtrack. I wasn’t close UNTIL . . .

I admit I hadn’t even noticed that Jim had gotten out of the shower was drying off (with a TINY gym-like towel!). He hadn’t turned off the shower, presumably as we were next – I sometimes have to prompt him about being more environment-conscious. And I’d had my eyes closed summoning up my intensity of excitement to try to get myself THERE. When he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me and giving my nuts some incentive in the form of the very firm grip and strong yanks and squeezes he’s so very good at, I got a great boost in that effort.

Andrew, who apparently felt my renewed vigor, was looking up in the mirror and gave his note of appreciation, having quickly returning the towel to his clenched teeth and squelching his loudness again. And just like that I was hurtling toward the edge. When Andrew let loose a second unexpected load that seemed to wrack him harder than the first had, I lost mine as he clenched around me TIGHT, and I pumped out as Andrew yelled – “FUCK I can feel it!”

I was barely conscious of his cry – whatever conscious ability to think I had was overwhelmed by him cumming hands-free a second time in a very short period of time. He was young and studly – and I remember the days with great fondness! But my thinking was strained as my body exploded, and I thought he meant my cock spasming and pumping into his already very wet cuntchute – the bitch self-lubricated like crazy, based on the wetness versus the lube I’d applied.

Then I was vaguely aware of plenty of thicker stuff running down my swinging nuts, rubbing off on my legs and generally making a mess beyond any self-lubing cunt of any bitch. I found out shortly thereafter that the condom had broken - when I pulled out, a rush of cum gushed out of him. Andrew felt it running out of him and, dropping the cloth from his mouth exclaimed jubilantly, “FUCK! I KNEW IT!” and before I could react to what I thought was his horror, he put his fingers back there in his frothing, gaping cunt and got some to taste. DEFINITELY A PIG.

I was mortified, and Jim looked like he sympathized but was startled, too. We’re completely clean, but who knows about the nurse bitch? And really, it’s pretty bad form to stealth-bareback a guy you don’t know, isn’t it? (I’d NEVER do that, by the way!)

I started an apology to Andrew, but he was having none of it. He quickly told us he’s on PrEP and completely clean himself, tested regularly because of his work. He added that he didn’t have any experience with that brand of condoms and had only gotten them “hopefully” the night before from a shop we knew of, where he’d asked for the biggest they had.

Despite the incident, I was REALLY liking this little slut about then! He checked his watch and decided that if he hurried he’d make shift change, toweled off some sweat, slurped some more of my cum from his gaping ass and in passing said he was going to have to get some men’s Depends from the store room so he didn’t “wet” his scrubs while he worked. That made us both laugh.

Later in the stay, when Jim was finally getting discharged, Andrew came in and said he was going to miss US. He also said he was glad we “got to know each other the way we did” . . . and clarified that he’d heard I had given the discharge nurse significant grief because Jim’s release paperwork apparently wasn’t a priority after infectious disease doctor had cleared him for release. He’d come to the room after reading Jim’s last lab report. Yay – a string of dependencies, all met, and yet we SAT waiting! Let’s just say that Raffy got his basic training in a concentrated dose! But when he’d said unconvincingly earlier when I’d assaulted the nurse’s desk, “Ten to fiften minutes,” I told him I’d be back in five if he wasn’t in there to get us out of there. He was IN the room in four, not surprised to see Andrew bidding us farewell!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

But, NO, there’s more . . .

Another dose of the nurse-bitch’s special brand of TLC . . .

Unfortunately, a week and a half after we got Jim home, despite having gone for continuing blood tests for four days, having taken the antibiotics religiously despite the havoc the wreaked on his digestive system, the infection from that damned tick returned.

Jim was back in the hospital after an insane fever that was only found after he began speaking gibberish to me on the way home. I went straight to the hospital, he was admitted and, fortunately, was quickly on the road to recovery again – or at least headed back to the road to recovery that we’d somehow strayed from.

And, to welcome us, Andrew was there to dispense his very special brand of hospitality and care.

This stay I’d eschewed any adherence to the hospital’s visiting hours and no-sleepover-allowed rules. The next morning after Jim was readmitted, at about 0610, Andrew waltzed in and stuck a sign to the outside of the door and closed it. The cocky bitch walked RIGHT up to the closer side of the bed and puts his hand up Jim’s boxers and gets a grip and says – “So, boys, ready for some extra special care this morning?”

I BARKED at him – probably a little too loud for a fairly quiet 0600 in hospital! – “Did I give you permission to touch my husband’s cock?!”  

Andrew’s head had snapped toward the door and back because of the volume of my reproach, and he had yanked his hand away from Jim’s crotch but had a devilish look on his face. “I’m sure the punishment will be worth the pleasure of the infraction,” he cracked back with a smirk.

“OVER HERE! ON YOUR KNEES!” I barked and pointed to the place in front of my chair. He was there in moments, and he had his hands ALMOST to my sleep shorts but stopped and looked up and met my gaze. He asked, “May I?” with a bright glint in his eyes.  

Jimmy got in on it at this point and said, “You may feel my husband’s cock, but only with your face and head . . . for now. No hands, no mouth . . . yet.”  

Andrew looked HOT on his knees, I’ll give him that . . . all freshly groomed and smelling of only soap, hair styled carefully messy, deliberate two or three day jaw shadow . . . looking up at me expectantly – then snapping to look at Jim in the bed – then back up at me with a dirty grin. He began to rub his stubbly jaw over my sleep shorts . . . and the Kraken’s awakening quickened . . . as did Jim’s. The studly nurse moaned as he rubbed along the extending length of me and nuzzled into my full nuts. He put his hands up and looked up at me, his jaw maintaining contact. “May I?” he growled.

Jim – again started Andrew so that he threw a glance his way – answered. “You may. Hands, not mouth . . . yet.” HUGE grin from Andrew then, as he was realizing how his morning was playing out.  

Andrew ran his hands up my legs slowly inside my tightening sleep shorts, deliberately letting his thumbs catch my sac and pull my nuts up as his fingers traveled over the edge of my ass and then on up my back while his fingers traced my cum gutters. His hands then came around and rubbed my groin, abs, pecs, and then his thumbs found my nipples and began rubbing them. His face was still buried in my crotch as I moaned a little . . . and his jaw followed my cock to where several inches were then protruding from the leg of my sleep shorts. His stubbly jaw caused me to tense as he gently teased my head with it, even rolling back my ‘skin with his face, my very sensitive head feeling his beard stubble now . . . me squirming a little, hands gripping the chair arms in a death grip.  

I could feel his breath hot through my sleep shorts as I tensed in the chair from the brush-like rasp of his beard on my cockhead and ‘skin and the exposed inches of my shaft. My precum was flowing despite my edge of discomfort, and when Andrew looked up at me and I saw my pre glistening on his cheek my restraint was GONE!  

I snapped my head at Jim as I took hold of Andrew’s carefully messed hair. Jim’s grin told me he was ready to move on. I yanked Andrew off my crotch and enjoyed his surprise but obvious enjoyment. “I trust you are as prepared as you were last time?” He smirks up at me and tells me he added the lube and extra-huge condoms to his gym bag on Monday, when he first saw Jim back on the roster. I had to do a quick recon – I’d forgotten I’d seen the gym back slung over his shoulder when he came in, and it was discarded by my right foot on the floor. “Dirty bitch!” I said, grinning.  

“YES SIR!” he replied, still in my grip in his hair, which he strained against enough to get the side of his face to rub against my wrist, sending a jolt there in memory of the way his stubble felt on my cockhead.  

I threw him back and laughed, and we all three laughed. “To the bathroom like before,” I half-laughed mostly at my own effort to bark a command while I was laughing.  

Andrew stood, having snagged the gym bag, and his own basketball-type shorts were obscenely tented and wet in front. He noticed me looking, looked down at the unmistakable wet spot, then up to meet my eyes with a  sheepish look. “You can see what my priorities were – remembered the rubbers and extra lube, but I forgot to bring my other shorts or scrubs in my gym bag, so I’ll be hoofing it to the locker room like this,” he explained, pointing at his tented, wet-spotted crotch.  

“If we don’t exhaust that hardon and send you on your way without it, then shame on us,” Jim interjected, eliciting a grin from Andrew. “The wet spot I can’t help you with.”

"But at least with that pathetic dicklet you won't be renting those shorts enough to get too much attention!" The words escaped my lips before I even realized what I'd said. I almost never get into humiliation scenes like that, and Jim's look of surprise was what I felt inside.

Andrew, however, looked lustily first at my cock protruding from my sleep shorts and then at the prominent bulge Jim was absently rubbing. "No, sirs - nothing like you two hung gods!"

“Turn around!” I ordered, startling him, but he did. I put my hand up his shorts leg and found his hole, greased up and ready for action, as I’d surmised. He jumped and tensed when I pushed my long middle finger fully inside him “You ARE a VERY dirty bitch, aren’t you?” I observed, and he gasped a little as I as quickly withdrew and then held up my greased middle finger for Jim to see.  

“We’re obviously wasting time,” Jim observed, grinning at me.  

We encountered some challenges of logistics getting into the bathroom. Like the room Jim had before, this was a private room with an exceptionally large bathroom. Now that I think about it, that is probably standard – the bathroom size – for wheelchairs, etc. But when the IV line started shrieking after we’d disconnected it from the power and apparently its battery backup wasn’t working, and then not being able to plug it in inside the bathroom because those outlets have warnings that they aren’t sufficiently powered for anything other than a razor, so a minute of Andrew trying to decide if he should shut off the IV pump or not and deciding that wouldn’t be good because he’d have to write it up in Jim’s online chart. He finally pulled the thankfully long cord under the bathroom door and out to an outlet outside, so that the only infraction was that it was plugged into an outlet not sufficiently surge-protected. “While I expect the jolts will be electric, I don’t expect them to affect the wiring in the wall,” he joked.  

I enjoyed him pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his tanned, furry, well-sculpted torso . . . as I had the first time around. His tan was deeper, probably owing to the intermittent warm, sunny days we’ve had – whatever the reason, he looked even hotter than before. And stepping out of his shorts I was reminded of his slightly-stubby, thinnish cock as it waved free. Those NUTZ . . . mmmmmm . . . as hairy, big and yummy as the first time.

I stepped in and took a firm hold of the nurse-stud’s nuts – big, even by our BIG standard. He tensed in my grasp, which sent a jolt through me, causing my grip to tense involuntarily. Andrew sucked in a loud breath, his body having gone rigid . . . and then shivered. I tweaked his nuts again, and he almost convulsed that time, grabbing a corner of the wall by the shower stall for purchase and my shoulder with the other.

Jim came from behind and put his arms around the nurse from the back and commandeered his nipples, eliciting an “OH FUCK!” as he did so. I felt a drop of Andrew’s precum on my wrist. Jim and I met eyes . . . and I flicked mine to the sink counter where Andrew had put out a small bottle of Wet and a foil strip of 6 condoms he'd gotten from the magic gym bag, the logo the same as last time. Hopeful?  

I used my free hand to snatch up the condoms, my teeth to open one and get the condom out in my teeth – lubed blech! – and then tossed the strip back to the counter. Then I took the condom from my mouth and motioned for Jim to turn to his side. He looked at me quizzically, as did Andrew, who I subdued with a firm squeeze to his nuts . . . and got a GLOB of precum on my wrist in response, along with a sharp moan. “YOU will fuck this bitch first!” I told Jim firmly.

Jimmy’s eyes lit up, and Andrew’s eyes snapped back to mine, a broad smile in place of the grimace of pain and pleasure of a moment before. I deftly suited Jim Jr. up and then helped guide his raging horsecock to Andrew’s entrance. The height difference caused Jim to squat a bit – I fucking LOVE his calves and quads, to say nothing of those amazing glutes! – and Andrew to go up on tiptoe, with a bit of cueing by pulling his nutsack upward. "That's it - give him easy access to your bitch hole." Jim’s hands hadn’t left Andrew’s nipples, and I saw him pinch them hard, felt Andrew’s near convulsion in response, gave his sac a yank, and then saw Jim PUSH in with a grunt and a sigh.

“FUCK!” Andrew yelled. But we had him – me by his balls in front with my left hand and I’d put my right hand on his shoulder to control him, Jim now impaled into him in back. The nurse was hissing through his teeth like he was in a Lamaze class, but I also felt him push back confirming just what a bitch he is, causing both him and Jimmy to exclaim by way of louder grunts and moans.  

Jimmy began nip-tweaking with twists, pulls, pinches and rubs as he began to pump into him, and I maintained a rhythmic squeeze, twist, pull, rub motion on the bitch’s big nuts. Andrew’s dicklet kept pumping out precum, and I briefly glanced down to see that it was running off my wrist and onto the floor between my feet as Jim’s pumping thrusts became more rhythmic.  

“OH FUCK!” Andrew was regularly exclaiming faster and with more hissing. And then, much to Jim’s and my surprise, Andrew hissed out, “FUCK YOU’RE—“ and tensed up,  then convulsed and began blowing his wad all over my thigh and nuts. Jim and I looked wide-eyed at each other in the moment of surprise and then grinned, as he drilled Andrew through his convulsions, causing Andrew’s moans to be continuous and far too loud for a hospital room bathroom. We both eased up a bit – me on his nuts, though I didn’t release them, and Jim on his nipples, just rubbing the hardened nubs continuously – but Jim gave no quarter on the bitch’s fuckhole and upped his drilling intensity to a jackhammer pace.  

Andrew’s eyes rolled, and his head did, too, falling back against Jimmy’s sweaty chest, his mouth open in a long, silent exclamation as he took Jim’s assault. I felt his cocklet go slack as the head rested on my hand, all gooey and soft.  

I jerked Andrew out of his bliss with a sharp yank to his nuts and a bark – “MAKE HIM CUM!” I ordered, knowing he was far too blissed-out to be milking my husband’s cock properly. "That's what you're here for!"

Andrew’s eyes went from wide surprise to narrowed determination, and I saw Jimmy react as I felt the bitch's sac in my grip evidencing whatever cuntmuscle work he was doing. “That good, husband?” I asked Jim.

“FUCKN GOOD, Billy,” he huffed out, sweat now rolling from his hairline and neck. Fuck - he looked DAMN good! Why don’t I watch him fuck some wanton bitch more often? I wondered.  

My cock was achingly hard, and I knew my own precum was on Andrew’s groin and the floor – I felt the gooey midsection on the bitch, and my feet were feeling the now-slick tile. I watched as Jim’s breathing became more uneven, and I knew it wouldn’t be all that long, so I STRETCHED over with the hand I’d had on the bitch’s shoulder, reaching out to get the condoms – WHY had I carelessly tossed them so far?! – and snagged them, did the same teeth-move to get one open, then clumsily suited myself up as well as I could with the tight condom that didn’t go full length, as it hadn’t on Jim.

“I intend to paint his face!” Jim proclaimed, which I’d anticipated, knowing my husband, and he YANKED himself out of the nurse so suddenly and so violently that the bitch actually YELPED. I let him loose from my grip, spun him around as Jim was wrestling off the condom, and I pushed his torso down so that his face was about half a foot in front of Jimmy, who’d stepped back to accommodate and was manically stroking his fuckrod.

It took only a moment, as Jimmy was on the edge when he’d pulled out. Jim started to blast his wad, and I SHOVED inside Andrew, who yelped louder that time. I held him by his hips and drove balls-deep as Jim’s first blast splattered Andrew’s face, some of the strong blast splatting up over onto his back, the force of my husband's loadspray hitting my face, too, which made my thrusting go nuclear in a heartbeat.  

Jim’s first pump was enough for Andrew to reach out, grab his cock, and pull Jim toward him as he stepped toward him, pulling me. Neither of us smacked him for his impudence that time. "Yeah! Suck up my husband's seed, BITCH boy!” I ordered as I drilled his still-tight cunt. He had his lips around Jim’s cock before the second blast was fully out, and he groaned and grunted appreciatively as he sucked down every drop that came out while I slam-fucked his hole hard enough to make my nuts ache from slamming against his upper thighs as they swung wildly.  

Andrew's body reacted to every time I bottomed-out inside him, and he finally loosed Jimmy’s cock and found purchase with his arms against the wall and sink counter and planted his legs. He began meeting my thrusts and begging for it. “FUCK I WANT IT!”  

Jim smacked him in response to that, startling both of us . . . and making me have a tough time not laughing! “You’ll get what HE chooses to give you, just like he CHOSE to have me fuck you.”

I felt Andrew’s cunt clench more tightly on my pistoning cock when Jim said that. “I bet this bitch wishes all that seed was deep in his cunt instead of down his gullet,” I told Jim. And I felt Andrew’s cuntmuscles again respond and knew I was on the right track. “You want my seed, don’t you?”

The nurse, huffing, moaning and sweating looked up into the mirror and met my gaze. “God help me, I do!” he answered, almost pathetically. “It’s been so long—“

THWACK – Jim smacked him again. “You will only answer your master when you’re told to. You won’t speak to him otherwise! And if you lie again, you’ll get NOTHING!” God I loved it when my husband went all Alpha!

Attempting to keep it under his breath, the nurse-bitch hissed, “OH FUCK!”, and I felt his body going rigid. Since we knew what that meant, I thought about really punishing him by pulling out and stopping - but my cock and nuts were having NO SUCH THOUGHT!

I changed my angle enough to nail his p-spot head-on, confirmed by his howls every time my fat cockhead slammed it . . . and what I thought was happening happened, more forcefully than before. He came violently, reaching and finding and shoving a cloth into his mouth as he shouted the ecstasy of his release into it, his body convulsing as he pumped out his second load onto the bathroom floor. His wildly spasming cunt was pulling me closer, but it wasn’t until Jimmy stepped around behind me and began massaging my balls and licking and kissing my neck shoulders that I felt myself ignite. “You REALLY want it, BITCH? You want my manseed DEEP in your worthless cunt?” I asked, and we were both looking into the mirror – Jim over my shoulder – when Andrew’s head snapped back up and his eyes bored into mine.

He let the cloth fall out of his mouth and answered. “GOD I SHOULDN’T . . . but I fucking DO! PLEASE I want to FEEL IT!”

My eyes went to Jim, and his look was clearly half surprise and half encouragement, so I took that as 2 to 1 in the voting! LOL I ripped myself out of him, causing a LOUD yell from him – as my huge, flanged head breached his cuntring – without the cloth gag to muffle it, clawed off off the condom, practically ripping my cockskin off with it because it was so tight, and SHOVED back into the nurse’s VERY wet cunt. The bitch had been self-lubing bigtime, in addition to the lube. That time he had the cloth back in his mouth for his screaming, gasping shout when I reentered him.

Jim turned my head and kissed me and continued to work my nuts which were fighting to pull up. Nurse-bitch worked his cunt and slammed back into me harder. And within a couple of minutes of forcing my mind to replay the way my husband had cum earlier, I finally felt the ignition go to blastoff and almost howled out when I first blasted into him.

“OH GOD I fuckn FEEL it!” Andrew exclaimed around the cloth, half-falling out of his mouth as his head hung and bobbed with my thrusts – he was again in bliss.  

I pumped out, at that point having lost some awareness. I finally rewarded Andrew by pulling him up against us, my cock still deep inside him, and we three-hugged with Jim behind me. The smell of Andrew’s sweat, mine, Jim’s and the overwhelming stench of cum was heady, and I honestly could have enjoyed our sweaty bods and that smell for a long time. But saner minds prevailed.  

“We’d better get showered and let Andrew get changed for his shift,” Jim suggested, sensibly.  

“You shower first, Jim. YOU,” I said to Andrew in the mirror, throwing my look down to my greasy cock as I pulled it slowly out of him, “Clean me up, then the floor – as I looked down to the slick and sticky places – and then you can shower after Jim.”

 Andrew “Yes, SIR!”d me and was on his knees in a FLASH and gobbled up my lube-y, cummy, ass-y cock and was huffing and moaning on it in a most pleasing way. He was multi-tasking, using one hand with the towel he’d had in his mouth, wiping the floor around him.

Jim gave a smile, started the shower and stepped in. Easy to STEP because there isn’t even a threshold – the floor just goes on into the shower, probably for easy cleanup, I thought . . . though probably not intended for this type of cleanup.  

While Jim smiled watching and lathered himself with liquid soap from the wall, I patted Andrew’s sweaty hair. “That was damn good!” I praised him. He looked up, his eyes smiling, but he didn’t shirk his work cleaning my cock. When he started licking my nuts and stroking my cock with both hands, I kicked him backward. “Just because you’re a good bitch doesn’t mean you can take liberties!” I told him. And when he fell back I saw he was hard as a fucking rock . . . AGAIN! “While I’m showering you WILL jack yourself and cum again when Jim tells you to!” That got a grin from both.

Jim got out and toweled while Andrew dribbled spit and probably cum and jacked his littlish cock and I showered. He never asked, but he would look at Jim, PLEADING, and Jim would just not respond. I saw how he had to edge himself, even during the short 4 or 5 minutes I was showering, and for whatever reason I really wanted Jim to show him mercy.  

But Jim had other ideas. “I pass my control of your nutt back to my husband on the condition that you do it while you’re showering.” He looked at me with an “Agreed?” look. Andrew looked at me pleadingly.  

I just smirked and stepped out and used the only other dry towel, not caring that Andrew’s shower would end with either one of our wet towels or a cummy towel. Not really like I was indulging myself anyway – these things are more the size of a kitchen towel or a workout towel than a bath towel! “Get showered and DON’T STOP beating that dicklet of yours!” I ordered and began to towel off. I also sort of regretted belittling – as it were – his cock size when it ricocheted in my head after I’ve said it, but hey, sometimes you just get into it and can’t stop!

Andrew did as he was told, never stopping looking at me pleadingly, his cockhead engorged and his nuts almost gone up inside him – he was on the edge despite his multiple releases before, and his strokes were sometimes almost imperceptible, or his grip was so loose there was only the friction of the soap lather. He looked desperate . . . and I also didn’t want him to just lose interest. AND he HAD been a good boy . . .  

“NOW!” I ordered suddenly, causing him to jump, but also to grip himself tightly and in no more than 4 strokes he was shooting, his other hand clamped on the shower handle along the tile to steady himself. I’ll give him credit for a VERY respectable third load!

“May I thank you?” he asked afterward with a  smirk.

Jim had left the bathroom between Andrew’s final oozes and before he asked that. I just smiled. “We’re done, Andrew, back to non-play protocol, so you’re welcome.”

And before I could say what I wanted to, which was, THANK YOU, but we really should NOT have . . . !, he said, “Well THANK YOU for all of it – amazing! But particularly ! I haven’t felt a man’s dick in my ass without rubber or the gush of his load in a while!”  

I didn’t correct him that he’d very recently felt just that when the condom broke the first time I fucked him. Instead, I stepped to him, water splashing me as he finished washing himself, and I said – “Andrew, with us you can rest assured – in fact you noted week before last that you’d seen Jim’s test results, so you knew he was clean, and I can assure you I am, too – but you should SERIOUSLY be careful. Even my assertion right now is just words, Andrew. You never knew EVERYthing.”

To my surprise he didn’t brush my note of concern off. Maybe it’s having just spent a lot of time at the hospice we support recently, but how well we know that HIV/AIDS is not something to fuck with, even now. Having said that, I can count on my fingers the times I’ve used a condom in my life – surprisingly all since Jim and I have been together because I lived all my adult life thinking WTF it’s better fucking that way, raw, and there’s plenty of ass available that doesn’t demand it. STUPID, but I had a Marine’s fuck it all and take no prisoners view of life then I guess. Or something.

My rambling thoughts were broken when Andrew said, “Seriously, thanks. This was SO awesome, and you know, things become easy when you take that first step, so a reminder is appreciated. But I think I said it had been forever – college dorm days – since I’d gone raw. I’m willing to bet on you two, but I won’t be doing it again.”

I couldn’t help myself. With an evil grin I asked, “Even with us?”  

Andrew’s cock gave its own answer, but he verbalized it with a smirk. “Don’t recall you giving me the option to say no.”  

When I was drying myself off again he turned around and pushed out his ass at me. “How bad is it?” he asked.

“What—“ I didn’t finish.

“The gaping chasm that used to be my sphincter. I was washing myself and almost lost my hand!” he joked.  

Sure enough he was definitely gaping . . . still . . . and swollen/puffy – the most beautiful sight in the world. “I hope your wife doesn’t check your hole when you come home from being out.” I was joking, but it hit home.  

“Without over-sharing, it’s not out of the question. I’ll have to put some hemorrhoid cream on it and hope it subsides during my shift. If my hole isn’t closed and not swollen in 12 hours, well then I guess I . . . “ he trailed off.  

“Had an EXCEPTIONALLY good morning?” I asked with a grin.

When we both emerged laughing from the bathroom, Jim looked at us funny. I was already grabbing clean work clothes out of the closet, as I intended to go in this morning. I was mobile – had one of “the toys” to drive, and the parents, using my truck, would be there to keep Jim company before visiting hours, I was reasonably sure.

“You two are certainly yukking it up.” For a minute I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or what. But then he said – “That’s kinda hot. Like you two just sort of cut me in on some of the action, then sent me back to bed to continue on your own.” To be fair, he wasn’t in bed, he was in the incredibly uncomfortably reclining chair I have called my home for a couple of days.  

Andrew didn’t miss a beat. “I’m game if you are,” he said to me with a broad grin. “Care to reenter the playzone otherwise known as the bathroom?”  

He was standing there, still in just his shorts with a new wet spot, his t-shirt, socks and sneakers in his hand, and he looked delicious. Yeah, that first step . . . I thought to myself. In this case a random bitch RETURN ENGAGEMENT. NO, NOT going there! I was already buckling the belt in my slacks anyway. “Sorry, duty calls.”

Jim interjected then with – “And speaking of ‘duty’, you owe me one of what he got!”  

My cock stirred in my jock strap in my slacks. “DON’T make me spot my slacks!” I admonished him. “You know I ALWAYS take care of you.”

“Well, more so,” he answered seriousl, “I need to make sure I take care of you, my husband. Your eyes should not be compelled to wander.” AS IF!

“I’ll show you CUMpelled tonight . . . or this afternoon if they really do decide to release you later.”  

“I can check his chart now, if you want,” Andrew offered helpfully, moving to the door. The terminals were just outside each room.  

“I will see the doctor around ten probably,” Jim answered. “And I will FaceTime Billy into the discussion. There probably has not been any update about that to my chart since last night.” I enjoyed the way Jimmy subtly put Andrew in his place, reminding him this was between us.

Andrew was looking at me . . . then finally looked back at Jim. “It’s hot that you call him ‘Billy’. He’s so not redneck and SO not a boy!”

“HEY! I’m all boy! What the fuck?” I interjected indignantly.  

“Uh, SIR,” he said with exaggerated emphasis on the ‘sir’ – “I’m well aware of that. That was no BOY fucking me, as my gaping asshole can prove.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you meant all boy as opposed to girly,” I replied absently, tying my oxfords.

That struck Andrew as hysterical, and it took him a while to get himself under control. I had my shoes and suit coat on and was waving the electronic key to make sure Jim knew I was defiling his newest toy. I gave him a kiss over his broad smile and very quietly thanked him for this morning and said I’d talk to him. Andrew asked if he could give us both a kiss. “How ‘bout a brohug or something?” I barked back.  

Jim barked, “Stand down, Marine!” startling me again with the burst of Alpha – and sending a jolt of electricity from my nuts through the length of my cock in my pants – and told Andrew, “Sure you can, Andrew.” It was quick and nearly chaste, except for the way he had his hand on Jimmy’s furry quads when he bent over him. AHEM!

Andrew walked with me toward the elevator but lagged for a moment at the nurses' desk with greetings. One thing was bothering me, and I was glad when he caught up to me waiting for the elevator. When we got in we alone. I turned and was serious. "I owe you an apology for what I said about your cock, Andrew." He looked surprised and a bit like he was trying to remember what I said. "When I called it a dicklet and said it wouldn’t draw much notice in your shorts with the wet spot,” I clarified.

Andrew grinned and stepped in and grabbed a handful of me through my suit slacks crotch. “DUDE, first of all you’re hung like a fucking stallion, and I’ve got a dick that the statistics say is bigger than average but has never seemed like anything other than barely average. It’s no sweat whatsoever – I’ve had NO complaints. And second? That was fucking HOT to be treated like two big studs’ bitch. No apology applies whatsoever.”

He hadn’t let go of my cock, and it was giving its own response, which would be inopportune within a floor or three when the elevator doors opened. I looked down and then met his eyes again. “At minimum, I owe you a blowjob just because,” I told him, and I winked for good measure. I wondered where the FUCK that had come from!

Andrew seemed to look perplexed. “IF we three ever do this again,” I clarified, trying to regain myself. He grinned widely and, after a few more moments, released me, with a lingering brush of his hand along my length, straining my jock strap, his eyes boring into mine. That got a qualified grin from me. “You really are one dirty bitch! That’s why we like you! But make no mistake – it’s WE, Andrew – always WE!”

Surprising me, Andrew grinned. “You and the judge are an awesome couple, Bill.”

I clapped him on the shoulder and told him I appreciated it and to remember that he is a great guy, too. I wonder about men who are as male-male oriented as he is and are married to women. Bisexual? THAT MUCH? WTF?! I ruminated on that after I left him on the elevator, descending to the locker room to get ready for his shift.

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