Part time job at the VA hospital.

One of my graduate school professors approached me after class one day and asked me if I would be interested in a part time job. I told my instructor by all means yes. He told me to stop by his office and he would give me the contact information. Mr. Tipton was the name of the gentleman I was given and a local phone number. That afternoon I was in the student union and stopped by one of the offices where my roommate worked for his work study campus job. I used a butterscotch touch button office phone and called the number.

On the second or third ring the person on the other end answered, he said, Myron Tipton, hospital pharmacy…how may I help you?” His voice was smooth yet sounded very strong and like a man who was very assured of him self. I introduced myself and it’s like I could hear a smile in his voice…his response was, “I was hoping to hear from you.” I’m not sure what my instructor had told him about me but I’m glad he had made the initial contact. After a brief conversation we had arranged for me to meet with him the next day around four o’clock.

I had morning classes the next day. I returned to my dorm, took a shower….I felt clean and refreshed using Irish Spring soap. I arrived on the grounds of the VA hospital and followed his detailed directions and found the staff parking around back of the hospital wing that was marked for doctors and administrators. As I stepped out of my international Scout I immediately noticed the aroma of pipe tobacco. The cherry tobacco has a distinctive smell and my grandfather always smokes a pipe. Mr. Tipton extended his strong beefy arm and we shook hands. We stood on the patio of the courtyard and chatted while he leisurely enjoyed his pipe. As we entered the side entrance he held the door for me as I walked through the door. I was so close to his strong body and his massive chest was impressive as I brushed by him walking through the door.

As we entered the pharmacy area we walked through a locked caged area and I followed him to the back of the area to his private office. I looked around the important walls that displayed his awards, photos from Vietnam field hospitals and his degrees from Vanderbilt and University of Tennessee at Memphis. Once he shut the door he took a small office chair and sat beside me instead of sitting behind his desk. He asked very common questions of home town, family, my undergraduate studies at Tennessee Tech and said my pharmacy professor spoke very highly of me. He shared he and William served in Vietnam in the late 1960s at a medic hospital. I had no clue my instructor had served in the war. I told him my cousin lived with us on our tobacco farm and he had been home from Vietnam for two years.

The interview was going well. Mr. Tipton was very engaging and damn….he had eyes that definitely held my gaze. He discussed part time hours, generous pay of eight dollars an hour. In 1977 that was very good money for a part time job especially when one was a student. He asked me if I was interested…I indeed was interested…interested in dropping to my knees and taking out the cock in his trousers. His smile, grin and wink from time to time was amazing. At one point he reached into the jacket pocket of his white professional smock and offered me a stick of Wriggles spearmint gum. My finger grazed over his hand and it felt like an electric jolt running through my hand. As we were wrapping up the interview we arranged for me to work Saturday at one o’clock and he checked his calendar. He said it was his weekend to work so he would be training me. My cousin from Vietnam had trained me to suck cock so if this man was going to train me….maybe I could show him some of my previous training I had to offer. The night pharmacy tech was in the caged area and Mr. Tipton told the older lady he had hired me for the weekend tech position. The older lady spoke with a friendly voice and said she was pleased I was starting to work. I later discovered the staff had been rotating the weekend shifts.

Mr. Tipton walked me to my truck. He was impressed with my International Scout and I told him my grandpa had given it to me when I entered pharmacy school. He looked inside the interior and noticed it was a straight shift on the column. He leaned in closer and again I got a sniff of his pipe tobacco and I started to chub up. He placed his strong hand on my shoulder and said he looked forward to be starting my training on Saturday.

The rest of the week flew by. I got up Saturday morning and showered, shaved, washed my cock and balls and jerked off in the shower. I arrived at the same parking lot ten minutes until one. My grandpa had always instilled in me to never be late, always shine your shoes and carry mints or gum. When I entered the pharmacy area Mr. Tipton met me at the caged door. He unlocked the security door. He had a glass pop in his hand and peanuts in his soda. This was just another detail that reminded me of folks from home. As he worked an order from the nurses center he explained the color coded trays for various wings, etc….I shadowed him as he started preparing evening meds for Saturday dinner meds. He instructed me to count pills, place cups in the trays. The cubby trays reminded me of my mom’s muffin tins. From time to time I noticed Mr. Tipton’s open collar and his hairy chest. I took a bathroom break and went to the mens room and jerked off thinking of this mans hairy chest. Yes, I’m a sex hungry college man. I learned at the age of fourteen that I loved sucking a fat pecker.

As I returned from my bathroom break there was a 7-Up waiting on me. He said he wasn’t sure if I’d want a pop and peanuts. I laughed and told him I loved peanuts in my soda but I was particular about my nuts. He laughed and said he had had the best nuts to offer. I wasn’t sure I’d he was joking or picking up on my sex interest. I’d admit I did stare at his chest hair too much but he seemed to enjoy the attention. As it was getting closer to six o’clock he was showing me where he had placed the night meds in a locked cart. It reminded me of a large tool box my grandpa had ordered from Sears. We took the locked cart and placed it in a locked closet outside of the pharmacy area. He waited for the security guard to come and double lock the door. It reminded me of a two key system like going to the bank and getting in your safety deposit box. I returned to the counter, got note cards ready for the morning and placed them beside the type writer. He was impressed but I had worked at a drug store during my breaks at Christmas and summer vacations.

As we were walking out the building he placed his hand on my shoulder and asked if I had an plans for the evening. I said nothing. He was fishing for clues….no date, a girl waiting on me, etc….I told him if I had a date it would not be with a girl. He nodded his head and said, interesting. As we approached our vehicles he asked me to go get a pizza and a pitcher of beer. He added, I know you are older than 21. I said, sure ….pizza and a cold PBR sounds great. He then mentioned…come ride with me. As we walked across the parking lot I noticed we were approaching a beautiful 1977 Saab 99. It was a very impressive vehicle. One of my undergraduate professors had a MG so for a country boy I just wasn’t around foreign vehicles.
As we drove to the pizza place we chatted about sports and I discovered he was a Braves fan. Every summer my grandpa always took me to Fulton County Stadium to see a couple of games. Mr. Tipton was a man’s man. He was 6’5”, ginger sandy blonde hair, shined wingtip shoes. He had on a light weight jacket and he was a handsome stud. We ordered a pizza and a pitcher of beer. When the waitress brought our beer I took the initiative to pour his pint first and hand it to him. My fingers grazed over his hand as we passed off the beer. At that moment he winked and said…”you are a very nice man.” His voice was a velvety smooth tone. Good thing I was sitting down because I was clubbing up. As we ate I discovered he moved to the area three years ago to take the lead pharmacy job at the VA. As a veteran that was to his advantage in getting a leg up.
After dinner he handed me his keys to his Saab and said I should take his car for a spin. It was amazing to drive such an impressive vehicle. The stick shit was easy to figure out and as I put the car in reverse my hand slid off the knob and I brushed against Mr. Tipton’s beefy thighs. He said He only had the car about three months and had never taken the cars virginity yet. I leaned over and kissed him….I told him to unzip his trousers and I’d be happy to be the one to give him a blow job in his car. We drove to the football field of the university and it didn’t take long to get his seat reclined and I licked his fat mushroom cock. I used my tongue to tease his piss slit. I was determined to take my time and make the most of this delicious pecker. Myron pulled his pants down and I sucked each of his nuts as I slowly stroke his dick. I continued all my attention on his needs….but at the same time I was getting exactly what I wanted, needed……He placed his hands on the top of my head and started fucking my face. In about five minutes he shot his creamy load down my throat. His cum tasted amazing. I raised up and kissed him. I still had some of his cum in my mouth as his tongue explored my mouth and his moans let me know he loved tasting his cum in my mouth.

As we drove back to get my vehicle he placed his hand on my right leg. He asked me to follow him home and let him return the favor. I spoke in a soft voice and said, “only if you promise to fuck my man pussy with that phenomenal dick.“ We got out of his vehicle and I climbed in my Scout and followed him to his town home. As we entered his home once again the cherry pipe aroma was a comfortable smell. He got us a long neck Coors and we got out of our clothes In his living room. He opened the sliding glass door and the fall crisp breeze was nice. Myron had me to get up on my knees on the sofa and he started kissing my shoulders, down my back and when he reached my bubble butt he nipped tiny bites on my ass. He instructed me to pull my cheeks apart and he licked my pink hole. I was loving his tongue entering my hungry hole. He reached is the side drawer of his end table and got a tube of K-Y jell. While he was up I asked him to please pack his pipe bowl and smoke his pipe as he fucked me. He walked around the couch and took my face in his hands and kissed me deep. He said, “son, I’ll do whatever you want.” While he was puffing of his pipe. After a second and third finger I could feel him grazing my spot. I was fucking wanting…..wanting more….wanting to be filled with his dick. As he entered behind me he leaned in close to my back and placed an arm around me hugging me tight as he plugged my ass with his cock. He rested his head on my left shoulder. Holy fuck he was deep in my man pussy….slow, even deep thrust. In addition, his pipe smoke was right above my head. I started working my ass and backing up on his thick cock. I begged him to fuck me harder. I felt his cock getting thicker in my ass and he rammed his dick about three times hard before he exploded in my ass. He didn’t pull out immediately but leaned into my back enjoying his pipe. Eventually he stood up and I could feel his long cock sliding out of my ass. He walked around the sofa, told me to open my mouth. Myron placed his pipe in my mouth. He returned to my ass and got under my bubble butt and sucked out his cum from my pussy. He rolled me over and swallowed my cock in his cum filled mouth and sucked me cock while I was enjoying his mouth and his pipe.
 

What an amazing evening. I worked three years at the VA hospital with Mr. Tipton. When I graduated pharmacy school I took a job in Bluefield, Virginia. Myron and I kept in touch. Every fall I’d meet him at his beach house at the Outer Banks. I recently attended a car show with my nephew at Charlotte Motor Speedway. I admired the classic cars from the 1960s and seventies. Mustangs, Corvettes and even a few Fiat Spiders. However, when I come across a 1977 Saab i immediately think back to sucking Myron cock in the parking lot of the football stadium. As James Baldwin said, “we’ve all got history.” I’m so very pleased of the history I have with Mr. Tipton.