Nursing: More A "Calling" Than A Career

Finally ... my editor has given me an assignment that combines human interest and technology and I think I'm just the right person to tackle it. I actually feel sorry for my editor. His wife just had a serious surgery and her recovery was not what they expected. She responded to the trauma and anesthesia very poorly and her kidneys have had a hell of a time bouncing back. He's missed a bunch of work and I swear his hair is much more gray in just a few weeks time. But the idea of doing a story on the prominence of kidney dialysis and kidney disease is inspired.

I just met with Darrell Kilgore. He's the information director for one of our local hospitals. Mr. Kilgore was kind of a "blah" on the manmeter ... just your average 40-year-old middle manager with mousy looks and a pleasant personality ... but, man, did he dig his heels in to help with this piece. He provided me with a fact sheet on national and state dialysis patient stats and some additional research that will save me tons of time. Then he took me to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and introduced me to Brandon, a registered nurse who works exclusively in the hospital's dialysis unit.

I was in mid-sentence with Darrell when I noticed a sturdy young man in dark sweats approaching our table from the left. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he was going to be my "tour guide" for the remainder of the afternoon. For fuck's sake, I salivated in my brain, how am I gonna remember anything with this stud leading me around?

Darrell stood quickly and clapped Brandon on the shoulder. My eyes registered that the administrator's mouth was moving, but I just sat there in a sexual trance taking in all of Brandon's manly splendor. Guessing he was 26 or 27 and 5' 10" or 5' 11", Brandon had the build of a wrestler ... stocky and thick and extremely masculine. His hair was dirty blond ... my favorite ... and in a longish style. A goatee formed a reddish-blond frame around Brandon's succulent lips, growing in sparsely at the corners of his mouth. Like in a dream, I eventually stood and grasped his outstretched hand. My eyes darted around like those of an animal, taking in his icy blue eyes, the abundant darker hairs covering his exposed forearms and peeking out of his neckline, and the thick line of his cock lying beneath the tight scrub pants. No underwear, I surmised, my kind of dude for sure!!

I was still clinging to Brandon's warm mitt when Mr. Kilgore reminded me to call him with any additional questions and then exited the cafeteria. Brandon and I stood there for a few awkward seconds. "So I guess I'll be showing you the dialysis center," he commented with a velvety voice that hinted of mint juleps and Southern hospitality.

"Arkansas?" I guessed, watching as his eyes turned almost white in the harsh hospital lighting.

"Good try ... southern Georgia originally. Been up here for about two years. My friends say my accent is so much lighter than when I started work here." Brandon dipped his head as if embarrassed. His fringe of bangs fell over his forehead.

"I think it's sexy," I blurted, and then realized I'd meant to say youthful or attractive or something more complimentary and less I'd-like-to-jump-your-bones-ish. Brandon didn't respond, but one side of his mouth quirked up into a half smile. "Let's get going," he finally said and led me out the opposite side of the cafeteria deeper into the health care complex.

We passed a few people and Brandon nodded to each but kept up a focused dialogue with me. "Nationally, we're facing nearly 27 million people with chronic kidney disease. Almost 400,000 of those individuals are facing what we call End Stage Renal Disease where dialysis several times a week is all that's keeping them going while awaiting a kidney donor." I tried to keep a solemn look on my face while I occasionally jotted down a note as we walked briskly. But mostly, my eyes were glued to the ridge that told me that Brandon's cock was jostling around playfully as we traversed the hallways.

We arrived at the Dialysis Unit and he ushered me in. "Here in Ohio, we have about 13,700 documented dialysis patients, including post-surgical trauma victims, renal disease patients, and people with complications from diabetes, hypertension, and other urological disorders. Everyone from small children to someone's favorite grandma."

The unit looked very new and classy, almost chic. Muted colors and designer touches created an attractive outpatient ward but with a more "standard" looking in-patient section hidden toward a back elevator. A few nurses and technicians scurried about but Brandon quickly led me over to a heavyset, middle-aged woman hooked up to several machines and monitors. "Hey, Ms. Clara ... how's my favorite patient in the entire four-county metro area?" Brandon patted the woman's shoulders and I could feel the waves of genuine compassion and concern flowing off him.

"Oh, Brandon ... you know my diabetes is bad. Don't go hitting Clara with all that sugar all at once!! Hehe!!" One of Clara's hands grasped for Brandon; he leaned into her and rewarded her hand with a few playful squeezes. It seemed a very practiced but loving maneuver. He pivoted slightly to open up Clara's view to include me. "May I introduce Clara Harris, 61, hemodialysis needed due to diabetic complications. Clara, this is the reporter we discussed with you last week ... he's gonna ask you a few questions and snap a few photographs for a story about the clinic."

I almost corrected Brandon but figured his explanation was close enough. I shook Clara's hand and explained to her my need for her signature on a photo release. "And you're sure my head isn't gonna be in any of these pictures?" she asked as she scrawled a barely legible line of cursive.

"No ma'am ... I just want to get a decent shot of some of the equipment and how it is linked to a human body. Your face will not be featured."

Clara let out a loud laugh to which Brandon grinned widely. "Honey, my face is fine ... it's my hair that's a fright!" I chucked too as I snapped about 15 or 16 photos from various angles so I would have a selection from which to choose. I also used my moving about to "accidentally" bump into Brandon once or twice. Each time I apologized and he just gave me that half-smirk.

While I took my pictures, making sure that I captured as little of Clara and the female technician directly monitoring her as possible, I also got a brief background on Clara and her dealings with the dialysis center. "Been coming here for about a year, and let me tell you I was scared from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. But this one right here ..." she said, as she indicated Brandon, "he put me so at ease. Told me that while they figured out my medical situation, they needed to run my blood through a fancy kitchen strainer. He told me I would keep my 'noodles' all warm and delicious while getting rid of the stuff that would make me sick." Clara looked up and offered Brandon a very self-satisfied smile.

"Jeez, Clara ... you're making me look silly in front of the reporter." Brandon looked genuinely embarrassed as he gauged my reactions for Clara's retelling of their first encounter.

Swiveling her head, Clara fixed me with a knowing look. "I don't get the impression he," she started, thumbing her unencumbered hand in my direction, "thinks you're silly at all. In fact, well ... child, all this star attention has made me a little tired. I'm just gonna rest my eyes a bit. Be a dear and check back on me when you finish with your business." When Clara said the word "business," it was with a mix of playful accusation ... I know your game ... and a deep warning ... don't you dare hurt him. I smiled at her thankfully for not creating an embarrassing situation as Brandon nudged me away from the dialysis station and began explaining in a somewhat hushed voice some of the other monitoring and health data collection equipment.

Brandon was an excellent teacher ... he took me through a basic "history" of dialysis and used common analogies to explain the more technical aspects. Nothing as homespun as Miss Clara had shared, but I could tell immediately that this man was a gifted nurse. And throughout my crash course, his honeyed tones and peach blossom accent warmed me right down to my stirring crotch. I flirted when I could, but always in a manner where I could "back out" easily. I was being subtle ... at least I hoped so ... and Brandon seemed to be enjoying the game.

But I was at a distinct disadvantage because Nurse Brandon was like a magnetic force ... I wanted to be physically close to him. He was solid and comforting and seemed to fill the room with his masculine presence. He also possessed one of those smouldering personalities where you weren't always sure what a look or a touch mean. When he spoke, it was layered with meaning and emotion. And a facial expression from Brandon seemed to convey hundreds of pages of subtext in a millisecond.

After about 15 minutes of methodically working our way through the unit, the interview began to dwindle and suffer some awkward pauses. I found myself both overwhelmed and sad. I had so much information crammed into my brain that I felt like I could run my own "underground" dialysis boutique, but at the same time I didn't want Brandon to stop talking ... stop sharing. Our tour had come full circle and we were once again in the unit's reception and waiting area. Five people were waiting in various stages of nervousness for treatment. Looking around I tried desperately to manufacture some last-minute questions to stall my dismissal. In my head, though, each query seemed incredibly inane.

Brandon's voice cut through my mental panic. "If you have a few more moments, there IS one other thing I'd like to show you." He seemed slightly nervous, his steely blue eyes skidding off my hazel ones as if direct eye contact would give something away. "I'm not sure it will add much to the story, but it might offer a personal angle you weren't expecting."

I immediately agreed and, after telling the receptionist that he would be back once the "newspaper thing" was handled, Brandon escorted me out of the dialysis clinic and down a series of small corridors. We passed almost no one and arrived quickly at a dead end. Before us was a small door that read "Departmental Storage: Approved Personnel Only." Access required a keycard which Brandon swiftly produced as if by magic. One swipe and the lock clicked from red to green. Brandon pulled the door open and stepped into the darkness beyond. A soft click was followed by the room being bathed in bluish light. I took a few tentative steps inside the chamber. It was a simple storage area jammed with several padded "lounges" like from the dialysis unit and monitors similar to the ones I had just seen on my tour. Metal shelves along one wall housed a variety of boxes and bins containing who-knows-what medical miscellanea. As I was gawking at the room's assortment of supplies, the door closed behind me and the lock engaged.

"This was a real coup for the dialysis people ... dedicated storage." Brandon's voice sounded muffled in the small space. "Only a few of us have clearance to access this place, so it's pretty private."

"Real homey," I chuckled as I continued to look around and wondered what story details could be hidden here. "So this is where you ..." As I turned, Brandon rushed up to me and placed his moist lips over mine. After my initial surprise faded, my mouth parted and accepted ... no, welcomed ... the nurse's exploring tongue inside. God damn, I thought while an involuntary moan softly escaped my chest, this fucker can kiss!!

As our mouths melded and churned, my hands began to roam over the beefy contours of Brandon's torso. His flesh was strong, but yielding. Moving lower, my hands found the hem of his scrub top and began pulling it up. Our kiss broke momentarily ... long enough to work the garment over his head. Brandon eagerly leaned back in to resume the liplock, but I held him at bay. His hairy chest and large pinkish nipples were glorious. I also noticed that, like me, he had an intricate tattoo on his left shoulder ... his Celtic while mine bore a tribal design. "Fuck, you're beautiful," I whispered. Brandon's signature smirk surfaced and I took that as a "go" sign. I began licking the hair on his pecs into sticky whorls. The nurse responded with a quivering in his body and a catch in his breath. I zeroed in on one salmony nip and began to tug and chew lightly. Brandon's continued sighs urged me on.

While I stood there "nursing," Brandon worked open my belt and unzipped my pants. The sound of my descending zipper was unusually loud and sensual in the storage room. Suddenly I realized that Nurse Brandon and I were moving at full speed into serious sex territory and a case of unexpected nerves swept over me. I pushed away, panting slightly as I observed both my briefs-covered bulge peeking out of my pants and the wet spot on Brandon's scrub pants where his cockhead was leaking pre-cum. He IS freeballing, I thought briefly. Cool!!

"Dude," I exclaimed, "what if someone needs something and comes in here. Our jobs ..."

"Shhhhhh, sexy man. Like I said ... limited access. I'm the only one on duty this shift with a keycard ... except for the maintenance supervisor, and he's kind of cute." Brandon winked and continued, "and if there is an emergency, they'll page me." He pointed to the small beeper attached to his discarded top. "Plenty of warning."

"Well, you've thought of everything," I stated as I exhaled a deep breath I didn't even realize I was holding in. "You must do this a lot," I added as I began unbuttoning my shirt.

In a blur, Brandon used one hand to stop my actions and the other to lightly grab my jaw. His eyes were so clear and they bore into my own like tiny lasers. "No ... I ... don't," he said emphatically. "But I was really afraid to let you leave today without making a move. This is very unusual for me ... but I just got this feeling I couldn't shake. Almost a ..."

"Panic." We said the word together. I grinned and Brandon finally graced me with a full smile of his own. I pushed my slacks and briefs down past my knees, my uncut cock bouncing free. Brandon's eyes dropped to follow the motion of my phallus. Then, with the agility of a gymnast, the blond health care professional dropped to his knees and began lapping at the crown of my dick. Brandon rolled his neck, working my pecker seductively around his warm mouth. Then ... before I even registered the movement ... my rod was gone. Buried. Brandon's lips were clamped around the root of my stalk and his throat and tongue were working my entire shaft. Jesus Christ, I screamed in my head. Where the fuck did this dude learn to suck cock!!!

I stood there writhing until Brandon scooted forward, pushing me back against one of the spare dialysis cots. I sank slightly into the cushions but stayed at a good elevation for the blond cocksucking maestro to continue playing me like a piccolo. Brandon's lips kept a tight suction on my meat while his face rode my rod. Occasionally, he would peer up at me to get my attention. As soon as our gazes met, he would perform some sinister movement with his tongue that stretched and prodded my tight foreskin ... or hollow out his cheeks to squeeze my shaft even more tightly. Brandon's hands also kept busy, playing with the root of my cock as well as my carefully-shaved balls, his movements running the scales from short, staccato slurps and tweaks to lavish, legato licks. He hummed as he worked his magic, sending shivers radiating down my thighs and deep into my chest.

Brandon planted his hands on my hairless thighs to stabilize himself, his eagerness producing ghostly impressions on my flesh. His tongue continued to dance along the sensitive underside of my dick. My breath was coming in rasps and my body instinctively humped forward, trying to drive my cock even faster and further into Brandon's maul.

How is he doing this? kept running through my mind. In less than five minutes, I could feel my balls desperately wanting to detonate. I had never received head like this in my life ... it was definitely something I could get used to.

As I felt a definite contraction deep in my groin, I put on the brakes and pushed Brandon away by the shoulders. By the time he released my cock he had a wet grin on his face ... he most certainly knew the skills he possessed. "You look pretty happy," he said, his accent taking on a cockiness.

"You think so?" I replied, leaning back into the bed for support.

"What I think," he lewdly said, "is that I could use some similar attention from you."

Brandon rose to his feet and kissed me tenderly, using his tongue to offer me a taste of myself. As we necked, Brandon and I rotated positions so that he was standing against the dialysis lounger. His pre-cum stain had spread further along his tool, causing the fabric of his scrubs to become translucent. I knelt quickly and lapped at the stickiness. Brandon sighed and actually grabbed my head lightly, shoving my face firmly against his rock-hard cock. I sucked the sweet man-nectar through the fabric. I then turned my head and announced, "dude ... I may not have your deep-throating abilities, but I'm gonna do my best to rock your world!"

Brandon kicked off his shoes and deftly removed his socks. I grasped his pants and helped him shimmy out of them. He stood before me completely naked and I took a moment just to appreciate his beauty. Brandon's flesh was creamy and covered with patches of hair. A very light sheen of perspiration dotted his chest and tummy. His cheeks were reddened from his oral exertions. His blond hair was slightly damp, appearing darker and even more enticing.

But it was the spongy cock now displayed before me that held my attention most. Flushed with a healthy pink tint, Brandon's prick was contoured with heavy ridges and striations, many runnning the length of his 6 1/2-inch member. The base of his dick was crowned with lush ashy curls of pubic hair that peppered lightly down onto his ample scrotum. His shaft looked thick and moist and my jaws ached to get started sucking along the pronounced ridge along the top of the shaft.

"Shit, man," Brandon hissed as he drilled me with his blue orbs. "I need to feel some tongue on my cock!"

I batted playfully at his sturdy prong. "So you want me to taste it? Need me to lick that bitch cock?" With deliberate slowness, I ran my left index finger over the head and sloppily deposited a drop of drooling pre-cum into my mouth. Brandon reacted to my delicate touch with a raking shiver. My lips smacked noisily as I guzzled its sweetness.

"Fuck, dude ... stop teasing. Please ..."

Wasting no more time, I encircled Brandon's mushroom knob and applied gentle but steady pressure. The sexy nurse emitted a low moan as I relaxed my throat muscles and his prod pushed further inside. "Damn ... shit ... that feels great!! You're no fuckin' slouch, dude ... aggggghhhhh!!"

I gurgled a reply and continued to work my tongue as Brandon moved his pelvis ... thrust and retreat and thrust and retreat. His hands began to weave through my hair, distracting me from the thickness of his tool. My head bobbed on his meat and he offered quiet, urging words. After a few moments, I sort of lost myself and my nose met the surface of his stomach.

"Choke on it, bitch!" he hissed at me harshly. "Choke on my fucking cock!!"

The dirty talk fueled my libido and I continued sucking Brandon aggressively ... eating his cock to its base on every thrust ... for a dozen or so more plunges before a need for air snapped my brain back into focus. I slowly worked my way off his pecker and, after a few steadying breaths, I dropped my shoulders a few more inches and began to nuzzle Brandon's shaggy ballsac.

"OH FUCK," he howled. "Eat my balls, man ... chew me good! Yeah, like that ... God damn, suck those nuts!!"

I explored his gonads like a starving man. First I bathed the crinkled flesh in waves of spit. Moisture literally dripped from Brandon's scrotum as I gave each nut some individual attention, including popping each walnut-sized gland into my mouth where I could apply some pressure and stretch out the tiny cords and ducts hiding inside. Brandon, in turn, made noises like a large rutting animal. The sexual sounds just amped up my enthusiasm.

After what I deemed to be a sufficient amount of time, I released my hold on Brandon's balls. Working my hands to cup his fleshy ass, I prodded him away from the cot and onto his feet and manuevered him around 180 degrees. Guiding him so he slowly bent at the waist, I was presented with a dangling dick and Brandon's magnificently hirsute ass. The asscrack was a luscious forest of dark blond fur. A light musky scent met my nostrils as I leaned in and spread open his glutes.

And there ... ringed in a cluster of dense hairs ... was a dark tan asshole. The rim was delightfully crinkled and the flesh flexed and pulsed subtly as if Brandon was nervous about what was coming next. I moved to within inches of his rosebud, the hairs dancing from my warm breath. "Oh fuuuuccckkkkk," he moaned as I lightly trailed my fingers along his crack. As I continued to play with the satiny flesh, my tongue darted out and made physical contact with Brandon's anus. A jolt of sexual electricity shot through my head and on to my leaking dick. Brandon rocked softly on his knees as his rectal nerve clusters went out of control.

Brandon's moans quickly elevated to lusty growls as I continued to eat his velvety rump. With my plump tongue, I carefully swabbed all around the rim of his spasming pinch. Each contact produced a series of "oohs" and "aahs" that grew in volume as I zeroes in on his hole. I also used

my thumb to masage his taint to add to his pleasure. My lips smacked; his ass pushed back to envelop my face. "God damn, that feels sweet ... I love having my hole licked!" he exclaimed.

"Well I love your ass," I added between sucking strongly on his rectum, "I wanna own it!" And to accentuate my point, I spit on my index figer and roughly wormed it up his shitter.

"AGGGHHHH!!" he responded. "You fucker ... go deeper. DEEPER!!" I reached through Brandon's legs and milked out a thick squirt of pre-cum. In one fluid motion, I withdrew my index finger and plunged in two lubed ones from my other hand. "MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he practically screamed.

Using fingers from both hands, I poked and twisted around in Brandon's ass. Every time I grazed his prostate his cock dribbled a healthy dose of goo; every time I snagged or stretched his anal ring the nurse made a gargling noise deep in his throat like he was out of his mind with desire.

After a few minutes of working him over, Brandon's hole had relaxed enough so that my entire tongue was slipping deep inside. His hole had blossomed open before me, revealing the pink depths of his colon. The sensations of tasting and feeling the texture of his chute was amazing ... mindblowing. My entire tongue wiggled in the confines of his ass, lapping at his heated core. I felt connected to this man in a way that I had achieved with very few others. I was almost afraid to keep going for fear of breaking the spell. But my pecker needed some relief.

Using a reverent tone I broached a very simple question, hoping that my voice didn't sound like desperate begging ... "Can I fuck you?"

"I was thinking you'd never ask," he responded frantically. As I rose to retrieve a condom from my clothing, Brandon braced himself on his elbows and spread his ass even wilder. His gash was slightly reddened and shiny from my spit. Once the rubber was in place, I spit in my hand and applied a liberal amount of drool to my shaft. Brandon had lowered his head to rest on the dialysis bench; his legs flexed slightly as he lifted his ass and presented my with his molten pit.

"Stick that cock in me, baby," he urged. "Need that cock ..."

Stepping forward, I batted my hard dick against his sphincter ... teasing him with my swollen knob. "Feel that?" I asked.

His playful laughter rang out in the small space. "Yeah ... feels great, but fuck me already, dude ... I want to feel you inside me so damn bad!!" With a push of my hips as my only response, the head of my dick disappeared into heaven. "Ohhhhhhhh shhhhiiiiittttt!!"

Brandon continued to pant and swear; I rubbed his shoulders and stroked his back as I buried more of my prick up his backside. "Fuck ... you're soooooo big!" he slurred.

When my balls pressed into the flesh of Brandon's ass I stood perfectly still to allow my body to process all the fantastic feelings flooding my mind. I could feel the nurse's internal muscles squeezing, urging me to get the show on the road. Very slowly, I withdrew my dickhead to the edge of Brandon's hole and then slowly worked it back in to the hilt. After doing this five or six times, the resistance lessened and the ride became tight and steady. "Ooooooh, yeah ... fuck that ass," he hissed. "Like that ... ooooh, fuck me ... fuck me!"

I continued my long strokes, sweat rolling off my forehead and chest. My arms and lower back ... still covered by my opened shirt ... felt damp, as did the backs of my knees and the crack of my hairless ass. Brandon's channel was like silk ... hot, savagely contracting silk. He milked my cock as it drove deeper into his depths. On most of my thrusts, Brandon made a squeaking noise that is difficult to describe but it made the animal part of my brain just want to shove in with a ferocity I had seldom experienced. I was meeting Brandon's grunts with sexual sighs and moans of my own.

I was so lost in this man ... this fuck. I was mesmerized by his body and by the sight of my moist meat pummeling his posterior. In ... out ... in ... out. Suddenly, I was pulling my cock completely free from his anus. My eyes widened to see his sphincter remain gaping a bit, beckoning my prick to come back inside. And it did ... deliberately and wickedly with a painful force I could barely stand.

"Dude," I whispered with some urgency. "I'm soooooo fucking close. Your hot ass is pulling the cum right out of me!" I slapped his ass playfully and then palmed each cheek, watching the accumulated sweat cling to his hairs. "What do you want me to ..."

"I want you to come inside me, babe ... I wanna feel that dick of yours kick out all it's got!"

"SWEET!," I snorted and gripped him by that hips in a savage stance. My fucking at this point had no finesse. I was slamming into his hot hole and he was forcing himself back onto my bulging prick. I was barely able to utter a scream before some magical switch tripped and I started unloading my seed into the condom and Brandon's beauticious ass. I continued to pump into him as my meat swelled, spit, and began to soften. I fell onto his back, relishing the sticky contact and the feel of his rushing heart.

After who knows how much time had passed, I felt Brandon stir to reposition himself and I pushed off. He turned and hopped up a bit to sit on the padded cot. His cock and groin were covered in semen and dark spots dotted the fabric of the bed in several places. Pretty stains, I thought. It was then that I noticed a small puddle of off-white ooze on the store room floor. Fuck, that boy's a gusher!! Brandon smiled as if he read my mind. His eyes dropped as he reached out and extracted the prophylactic from my penis. He held a bloated balloon up to the light and eyed it lewdly. "Nice sample, chief!" he said with a wink.

It took a few moments for Brandon to locate some basic cleaning materials. We mopped up our bodies and his spillage and were dressed in record time. Back in the hospital corridors, we retraced our steps slowly. Again, stalling for time. At the hospital atrium he extended his arm and we shook hands. Even the connection between our fingers was difficult ... at least for me ... to terminate.

"Well," I said as my feet shuffled nervously. "It was very nice meeting you. The information you ..."

"What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?" His burst of interrogative startled me.

"Um, strawberry ... or mint chocolate chip. Yours?"

"Good strong vanilla or Rocky Road."

The awkward pause returned, but with an even deeper texture. "You know, I have about 10,000 more questions I wanna ask."

There was excitement in my reply. "Me too."

"I don't work this weekend and there's two things I really wanna do."

"Such as?"

"Well, for starters ... ask some of those questions."

"And the second thing." My heart felt like it was skipping beats waiting for the answer.

"Have my turn at fucking that sweet ass of yours!"

As we exchanged cell numbers and agreed on the "terms" of my butt's weekend surrender, I knew that Nurse Brandon was maybe gonna become a big part of my life. My own face broke inmto a smirk of its own.

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