It was the peak of the pandemic, I had signed up to become a travel nurse and agreed on an assignment to go down to Louisiana to help with severely understaffed hospitals. My first assignment was a small town in southern louisiana that's on the bayou. Little did i know what southern hospitality had in store for me
Being a male nurse was always different. Most patients and families expected the nurse to be a female. I've always enjoyed caring for people and becoming a nurse was my way of helping people during their most vulnerable times in life. I had always been a bit of an enigma. A college gymnastics jock with big muscles on my 5'7 frame and an even bigger smile with my blue eyes. Despite my size, I stood out in the crowd and people took notice of my presence. A good sense of humor also went a long way in making me attractive for most women including many nurses I've worked with over my career.
One of the busy nights, we admitted an elderly woman to the ICU who needed respiratory support and was not doing so well. Her family was trying to come in and see her but the policy was to allow one visitor at a time. Her daughters would come in during the day and her son would come in the evening after his work. Anthony was hard to miss when he was in the room. An older, 6'4 black man with a muscular build, a well trimmed beard, and a bald cut, he would stay with his mom until visiting hours were over. I would often say hi to him and update him about the plans of care as passed down to me from the day shift. He would tell me stories about his mom and his big family including his ex-wife, his current girlfriend and his two daughters. I came to learn that he was a financial advisor in a big community bank and he was known in his community for all the good financial advice he gave his clients.
One evening, I was repositioning his mother when I stepped out to ask for help with the physical task. No one was available as we were short-staffed and everyone was caring for other patients. Anthony offered to help me and I took him up on his offer. He came closer to the bed and I was showing me where to grab the sheets. The height difference was so apparent, I barely reached his shoulder. "Man, you are a tall dude" i told Anthony in a joking manner. Anthony laughed about it and replied "No one has called me dude in a long time Alex". I laughed it off and told him I'm not southern and it's been an adjustment getting used to saying "sir and ma'am". We eventually repositioned his mother and he must have saw my arms bulging when i was pulling her up. "You're a strong dude Alex" as he let out a big laugh. "Touche" I replied as i told him about my gymnastics career and all the muscles i had built in college. "Your blue eyes stand out with this green scrubs you're wearing" he told me as I froze not knowing what to say back to this man. My heart had started racing for unclear reasons and i felt some heaviness in my throat that tied me up from saying anything back to him. Several seconds later i was able to manage a mere "thank you for the kind compliment sir" as he gave me a big smile.
The next morning i went to the gym after my shift and tried to run and lift like i usually do. Everything felt out of sync. My arms were trembling, my legs felt weak. I managed to do whole body workout for about an hour before heading to my small furnished apartment to sleep. Sleep eluded me as I couldn't fall asleep and stay asleep for long. The heart racing sensation and the adrenaline rush kept waking me up and i found myself aroused but i wasn't sure what was making me aroused.
Later that evening, I was heading back to the hospital to continue my shift. I chose a pair of 'designer scrubs' that mold your body very well and are extremely comfortable to wear. They were light purple/pink as i had bought them in honor of breast cancer awareness month. I walked into the hospital feeling a little silly with my color choice. My fellow nurses all commented about how they "loved" the color of the scrubs. I started my shift and got sign out as usual and was assigned to Ms. Robinson as i had been for the last several nights. Little to my surprise his sisters were there and Anthony had taken the evening off to be with his family. I had a great conversation with the sisters and we talked a bunch about their mother, Anthony, and the family overall. I learned that Anthony himself was a cancer survivor and we connected over my scrub color standing in solidarity of cancer awareness. The rest of the evening was uneventful but I felt a sense of disappointment that night.
Four days later, i had returned from a few days off to find out that Anthony's mom was deteriorating and the family were withdrawing care. She passed later that night and we went through the paperwork as usual. I had felt connected to that family but I've had similar connections with many families over my short career as an ICU nurse
A few days pass by and the nurses station got a care basket from Anthony and his family with it a card dedicated to Alex. I opened it and much to my surprise, it only had his cellphone number listed in there. Again, I felt my heart racing and my throat closing up and i felt my muscles trembling as before. "What do i do with the number" i thought to myself? Do I text him? Do i wish him condolences? I. had wanted things to end a little differently than they did!
"Anthony, I wanted to pass along my condolences for your loss. It was a pleasure taking care of your mother in her last few days with us" I texted him two days later. I had never texted a family member before. I knew this was uncharted territory but i couldn't resist the urge to text him. The iMessage first read as 'delivered' and i kept staring at the screen until it changed to 'read'. my heart sank into my stomach, i realized he can now see if i read his messages and vice versa. The iMessage typing dots kept rolling until i got a text from him saying "Thank you Alex! I know you wore those pink scrubs for me ". I felt a sense of doom and a knot in my stomach. "how do i explain that to him" i thought to myself.
I defended myself by saying i was out of other scrubs and that i was traveling and didn't have a lot of other choices. He was playful about it, commenting that his sisters had thought "your booty was the definition of a bubble butt". I couldn't help myself but quickly reply that yes it was muscular and bubbly from all the squatting i've done. He replied " I wanna see it for myself and be the judge of that"I froze as i hadn't thought of Anthony as a bisexual man. He had kids. He had a girlfriend who was younger than him and was a good looking woman. "In person or just a picture?" I replied, hoping he would say he just wanted a picture to satisfy some intrigue he has. "In person and wearing a pink jockstrap" he repliedThe dots kept moving and i knew i was in for some deep trouble. and then the picture i wasn't expecting came in. A picture of his massive black cock and his muscular body including his head in the picture. "I guess there's no doubt it's you in this picture, wow!!" I replied with my mouth dropped from how massive his cock was. I couldn't unsee what i had just seen."I honestly didn't think you'd be into guys, I'm a little surprised" i followed up"Few things in life make me happier than seeing a white jock on his knees, sucking my BBC and bending over for me""Wow, you have some deep seeded interracial fantasies Anthony" I replied"You are exactly what i want in male. Handsome, short and muscular young guy" Anthony replied
After much conversation, I had learned that Anthony and his girlfriend like to cuckold white couples where Anthony sleeps with the white wife and his girlfriend sleeps with the male, but afterwards Anthony likes to fuck the male as well. He has always wanted a submissive white boy just for his pleasure but never has found the right one as a play partner.
