NIGHT SHIFT
Stan looked up at the clock, 12:55, and he heard his partner Bill shift out of his seat, pick up his keys and reach for the door. Well it's time Bill said, guess it's my time for rounds. Stan nodded as his partner opened the door to the Security room and stepped into the hallway. "Will you be stopping for your "constitutional necessities", Stan asked? Bill didn't even look back, just waved as he moved down the corridor, 'duty calls', was his only response.
Bill moved along the corridors dutifully checking doors that should be locked and found them thankfully locked. Occasionally he'd check his watch to see that he was where he should be along his route. It was good that the hospital had a floor dedicated mostly to
goods and supplies, it made things "easier" for what he wanted. He found the door slightly ajar, looked both ways then quickly entered the room, it was empty Again he glanced at his watch as he looked up the door swung open and a young, slightly built black male entered the room, and stopped. 'You're late, snapped Bill, you don't wanna do this, or what?
I'm sorry, the male replied, we had to move a patient at the last minute, and. . ." I ain't got time for no lame excuses, said Bill as he opened his trousers and dropped them to the floor., c'mere you know what to do.'
Without answering the male reached back and closed the door and locked it. As he turned towards Bill he pushed his scrubs to his ankles and slid to his knees, Bill nodded to himself as he stepped out of his trousers and moved forward his accomplice, his male member starting to swell with anticipation. His partner started to reach out to him, Bill unceremoniously slapped his hand away and guided himself into the his partner's open mouth. As he felt his partner's hands lightly take a hold on his hips Bill closed his eyes and broadened his smile. Damn he enjoyed the oral talents of his young partner immensely, hardly knew the boy's name, knew he was home from college, and the son of one of the Nurses, he'd caught him practicing his' skills' on someone in one of the basement john's, an, well you know, the k** need's the summer job, and Bill, well Bill just needed a little summer relief from time to time. They came to an agreement.
He couldn't help it, Bill loved his 'ethnic' partners, loved watching his long, thick white , manhood sliding into and out of soft brown, and black lips his ports of call over Asia and Africa had addicted him to such erotic delicacies Or the in and out maneuvers as he bounced on soft but firm backsides, listening to the sighs and moans of his partners, always bought a smile to his face, and a song in his heart. He'd missed it since leaving the Navy some six years previous. But he found a playmate for now, if only for the summer, he'd take it and enjoy the hell outta it.
Bill opened his eyes and looked at his partner, damn, k**'s got skill's, he thought as he acknowledged the beginning of "pressure", building up inside. He reached out placing his hands onto his partner's head in an effort to gain control of things, but even as he tried to guide his partner's efforts he could feel the pressure continue to build. The dancing tongue, those lips alternating their pressure along his stalk. The tilt and angle of his head as he ran Bill's member along the inside of his cheek and tried from time to time to get his member into his throat. Before Bill knew it, he was 'dancing' on his toes, shifting left to right an back again in an effort to reduce the building pressure. Before he knew it, before he could shift tactics Bill felt himself erupting in torrents into his partner's throat.
Bill was pissed, he felt cheated, 15 minutes he thought to himsel, only took 15 freak'n minutes, looking at his watch, he wanted more, much more as he staggered back to collapse on the bed behind him. 'Fuck, he said aloud, that was awesome.' His partner remained on his knees with a slightly dissatisfied look on his face. Bill looked again at his watch, almost 2:00 a.m. he was going to have to get back or Stan would come looking for him. He watched as his partner slowly began stroking himself in an effort to get off, he to wanted more.
Who's On Call Doctor tonight, Bill asked? Doctor Watson, his partner replied. Bill nodded, he never comes up here does he. Bill asked? Not usually, replied his partner, and tonight's not a busy night. Bill stepped back into his trousers and smiled. '3:45, he said, back here 3:45 see if you can do it again. It took almost no time for them to re-dress, Bill stepped back into the hallway and went straight to the Security room. Stan caught sight of his partner and leaned down and tossed his 'girlie mag' back into it's place in the bottom drawers. Fuck'n boring night, Stan mumbled to himself. be worse when they get computers and camera's installed He wondered why his partner was always so cheerful on nights like this.
Bill moved along the corridors dutifully checking doors that should be locked and found them thankfully locked. Occasionally he'd check his watch to see that he was where he should be along his route. It was good that the hospital had a floor dedicated mostly to
goods and supplies, it made things "easier" for what he wanted. He found the door slightly ajar, looked both ways then quickly entered the room, it was empty Again he glanced at his watch as he looked up the door swung open and a young, slightly built black male entered the room, and stopped. 'You're late, snapped Bill, you don't wanna do this, or what?
I'm sorry, the male replied, we had to move a patient at the last minute, and. . ." I ain't got time for no lame excuses, said Bill as he opened his trousers and dropped them to the floor., c'mere you know what to do.'
Without answering the male reached back and closed the door and locked it. As he turned towards Bill he pushed his scrubs to his ankles and slid to his knees, Bill nodded to himself as he stepped out of his trousers and moved forward his accomplice, his male member starting to swell with anticipation. His partner started to reach out to him, Bill unceremoniously slapped his hand away and guided himself into the his partner's open mouth. As he felt his partner's hands lightly take a hold on his hips Bill closed his eyes and broadened his smile. Damn he enjoyed the oral talents of his young partner immensely, hardly knew the boy's name, knew he was home from college, and the son of one of the Nurses, he'd caught him practicing his' skills' on someone in one of the basement john's, an, well you know, the k** need's the summer job, and Bill, well Bill just needed a little summer relief from time to time. They came to an agreement.
He couldn't help it, Bill loved his 'ethnic' partners, loved watching his long, thick white , manhood sliding into and out of soft brown, and black lips his ports of call over Asia and Africa had addicted him to such erotic delicacies Or the in and out maneuvers as he bounced on soft but firm backsides, listening to the sighs and moans of his partners, always bought a smile to his face, and a song in his heart. He'd missed it since leaving the Navy some six years previous. But he found a playmate for now, if only for the summer, he'd take it and enjoy the hell outta it.
Bill opened his eyes and looked at his partner, damn, k**'s got skill's, he thought as he acknowledged the beginning of "pressure", building up inside. He reached out placing his hands onto his partner's head in an effort to gain control of things, but even as he tried to guide his partner's efforts he could feel the pressure continue to build. The dancing tongue, those lips alternating their pressure along his stalk. The tilt and angle of his head as he ran Bill's member along the inside of his cheek and tried from time to time to get his member into his throat. Before Bill knew it, he was 'dancing' on his toes, shifting left to right an back again in an effort to reduce the building pressure. Before he knew it, before he could shift tactics Bill felt himself erupting in torrents into his partner's throat.
Bill was pissed, he felt cheated, 15 minutes he thought to himsel, only took 15 freak'n minutes, looking at his watch, he wanted more, much more as he staggered back to collapse on the bed behind him. 'Fuck, he said aloud, that was awesome.' His partner remained on his knees with a slightly dissatisfied look on his face. Bill looked again at his watch, almost 2:00 a.m. he was going to have to get back or Stan would come looking for him. He watched as his partner slowly began stroking himself in an effort to get off, he to wanted more.
Who's On Call Doctor tonight, Bill asked? Doctor Watson, his partner replied. Bill nodded, he never comes up here does he. Bill asked? Not usually, replied his partner, and tonight's not a busy night. Bill stepped back into his trousers and smiled. '3:45, he said, back here 3:45 see if you can do it again. It took almost no time for them to re-dress, Bill stepped back into the hallway and went straight to the Security room. Stan caught sight of his partner and leaned down and tossed his 'girlie mag' back into it's place in the bottom drawers. Fuck'n boring night, Stan mumbled to himself. be worse when they get computers and camera's installed He wondered why his partner was always so cheerful on nights like this.
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