The following story uses derogatory terms for gay men. If this offends you do not read any further.
This is my first story. Any feedback is appreciated.
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I was in the Emergency room at Mercy Hospital having brought my elderly mother in. While we waited for a doctor, the nurse came in. A tiny Filipino man. At about only 5'3" maybe 120 lbs, boy almost felt like the right description. Of course he was a nurse so he wasn't a boy. With me being 6'3" 200 lbs, I literally towered over him.
Nurses scrubs, the loose fitting uniform they wear, tend to create an almost androgynous effect on the person wearing them. The bodies all tend to look alike and the only way to tell male from female is by their faces. In this case despite being a guy he had delicate almost effeminate facial features. Beautiful big dark eyes, full soft lips, perfectly curved eyebrows, and short black hair which didn't seem to have a single strand out of place. My Gaydar was going off like a siren in my head.
"My name is Matthew I will be your nurse this evening. So what has brought you in tonight" he asked my Mother with a typical sing song Filipino accent.
She explained her symptoms and he then asked me to step outside of the room while he performed a preliminary examination and obtained all her vital signs. From outside I could hear their voices but not make out the words. Interspersed throughout the conversation I could hear little moments of laughter. It was obvious he was putting her at ease. He came out of the room and said I could go in. She had a smile on her face, which is hard to get someone to do in an Emergency room.
Over the next few hours the doctor came in a couple of times, but Matthew was in as often as he could be to check on her. Eventually it was decided that my Mother needed to be admitted for more tests and I accompanied her upstairs when a room became available.
After getting her settled I left for the evening and had to walk back through Emergency since my car was parked over there. Shift change had just occurred and I ran into Matthew as he was getting ready to leave. I stopped to thank him for all his help over the last few hours.
He said, "No problem it is always nice to help good people like your mother."
Looking at him now out of his scrubs he was freshly showered and dressed simply. He wore a pair of jeans and a white long sleeve shirt with the top two buttons undone enough to show a typically hairless Pinoy chest. As I looked into those incredible eyes, my cock started to get hard.
Although I am a taller than the average man, not everything is proportional. My cock is "almost" average. Only two inches when soft and growing to not quite five and a half inches when it is hard. Not that he would have any idea how big it was when it was soft. As at that time all five and a half inches were on display. It was pushing against my khaki pants as I spoke to this sexy little Asian.
I decided to see if I could find a premise to get him to go out with me. I asked if I could buy him a drink as a thank you for everything he had done for us today. He said it wasn't necessary as he was just doing his job.
Then he turned things around and took the lead by saying, "If you want to buy me drinks because you want to spend more time with me then I would love to have some drinks with you."
I indicated I definitely wanted to spend more time with him and we made arrangements to meet at a bar near his condo.
We spent a couple of hours at the bar talking, drinking and getting to know each other. He led the conversation asking penetrating aggressive questions about me. For most of that time my cock was sticking straight up in my pants.
This is the place where many of my potential relationships take a wrong turn. Our world is filled with many stereotypes. One of those stereotypes in the gay community is that the taller more physically masculine man is more assertive in the relationship and usually the Top in the bedroom.
The fact of the matter is that socially and sexually I tend to be extremely submissive. It's great when my lover tells me to undress him. Or directs me to get on my knees, in order to either suck his cock or take it up the ass. And let's be honest it's so cliché to describe Asian people as submissive.
So according to what society expects, now is when I, as the masculine white guy, was supposed to push for him, the almost feminine submissive Asian guy, to come home with me to be my bottom for the night. As usual I was very uncomfortable at this point.
Matthew, however, leaned in, placed his mouth right next to my left ear and said, "I have been noticing that hard little bulge in your pants for a couple of hours now. Come with me to my place and all will be taken care of."
Then he licked around my ear with his tongue and nibbled on the lobe a couple of times. My ears are an intense erogenous zone for me. Many guys would have been offended by his implication that their cock was small, but the truth is I get turned on by verbal humiliation. Everything he was doing was pushing all of my buttons perfectly.
I got up and instantly started walking toward the door. As I did he slapped my butt hard. He left his hand cupping my ass as we walked out. I was literally turning into putty in his hands. Right there in public I was becoming his bitch - and I loved it.
We got to his condo door and I followed him in as he unlocked it. His jeans were tight fitting and my eyes were glued to his magnificent little ass as we walked in. The door opened into his living room and we both walked over to the couch and sat next to each other.
