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I swear, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on. I was riding the bus, halfway to the store when I realized that I’d forgotten the bags. I can already hear David’s smug, sarcastic voice as I drop my apartment keys on the sidewalk. *Miss me, Erin? You know they’re reusable, the stockpile of bags in the closet.* Fuck me. Forty-five minutes, wasted.

Knowing him, he’d still be parked on the couch playing video games. He’s one of those rusty-haired boys with effortless fitness, a trim body that never saw the inside of a gym; more Cheeto than Keto. It would have been nice if he offered to help with the shopping, even though it’s not his week. I guess dating Maria hasn’t improved his empathy skills. As quietly as I can, I unlock the apartment and slip inside. The living room is quiet, no shotguns or screams echoing in the shared space. Thank fuck, he’s gone. I tread lightly to the closet but hear a noise down the hall. It sounds like a woman moaning but with our thin walls, I *know* it’s not Maria. That cheeky fucker’s got a side piece.

Unable to quell my curiosity, I move down the hall, next to David’s open bedroom door. He’s on his bed, naked from the waist down, looking away from me, his attention focused on a bedside laptop. The panting and moaning coming out of his “gaming rig” speakers is remarkably clear, and the video of a woman being fucked in a modern but sterile kitchen leaves little to the imagination. She’s got a nice pussy and it’s getting furiously pounded by a beefy guy’s beefier cock. I guess David is getting his money’s worth.

David isn’t noticing me, too busy grunting and stroking his rather nice looking cock. I’ve only fantasized about it a couple times, and then stopped when he started dating Maria. It’s nice to know that his package exceeds my expectations. Wet from a lubrication, the sounds of his slippery hand moving like a piston compete with the porn star’s operatic performance and the combination makes me little horny. I bite my lip to suppress a moan from escaping as he turns onto his back and sighs, his ruby red cock shimmering and wobbling like a flagpole during an earthquake.

I’m barely able to move when he catches me in the corner of his eye and he turns his whole body towards me. We both scream but I’m the first one to move, swinging backwards and slamming against the wall. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I yell, face hot like a furnace. The door slams shut and the wind nearly blows me down. Shit.

“I thought you’d be gone longer,” he says from the other side. “Normally, I’d be more, uh, discrete.”

“I forgot my bags. Again. It’s my fault, really. I’m sorry.” I’m not one to get frustrated or emotional about embarrassing situations, so I hope I sound earnest. “I’m…I’m just going to go again. Need anything from the store?”

He opens the door and stands with one hand clutching a blanket around his waist. Despite the extra draping of fabric, I’m pretty sure I can see the outline of his erection. Such fortitude. “Wait a sec. I think I’m in trouble.”

There’s just a faint expression of plight on his face: a wrinkled brow, lips pulled down, beads of sweat on his temples. Maybe he’s hurt, or maybe he wants my opinion because I’m a nurse. Maybe he wants to fuck me raw. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I took a pill,” he starts, backing up to his bed, the porno still running behind him. “One of the *For men only* types. I think it fucked me up.”

“Why, David? You don’t strike me as someone who has erectile dysfunction.” I’d never known anyone, let alone *been* with a man who took boner pills. I’m sure whatever garbage he bought from some sketchy gas station was no worse than a Red Bull. “Do you have the packaging?”

He shimmies into his bathroom and presents me with a prescription bottle. Fuck. Fuck doctors with their noses up Big Pharma’s ass. There’s absolutely no reason for a healthy man like David to have these, and based on Maria’s moans when she stays over, there’s *nothing* dysfunctional about his junk. “Why are you taking these? How many?”

“Just one, after you left. I came already, really fast, but I… it… stayed hard. It’s like I can’t feel the climax coming, at all now.” He looks a little nervous, hands crossed over his lap. I can tell that the cotton is irritating his cock by the way he flinches.

Time to change hats. Nurse Erin is in the room. “Is it painful? Does it hurt when you touch it?”

He shakes his head and finally notices the video still playing and closes the laptop. “I mean, I can feel it tingle, but it’s not like getting kicked in the nuts.”

Holding up a finger, I tell him to wait and come back wearing blue latex gloves. I’m hoping the veneer of professionalism can help him relax a little for my next big ask. “Can you show it to me?”

He pauses before opening the blanket. Between his legs is a beautiful, thick, red cock, still shiny from the lube. *Don’t lose your head* I kneel down before it and sit on my heels and look into his eyes. “Is it alright if I touch it?” He nods and I examine the glans first with two fingers. Even through the latex, I can feel his heat, the taut skin yielding to me. David doesn’t look in pain but I ask anyway.

“No, it still just sort of tingles,” he replies, breathing more normally. I easily slide my two fingers along his shaft and give him pinches to test how hard he is, until I finally reach his base. Each time, I look at his responses. So far, so good.

“It’s not swollen, and you say you’re not in pain, so I don’t think you have a priapism. Granted, it’s been less than an hour and I’d be worried if you were hard for more than four.”

“What is it then?”

“My professional opinion? You were trying too hard. I didn’t see much before, but it looked like you were competing in the jerk-off Olympics. You have to learn to relax, *especially* with these medications.” I pull off my gloves and they snap loudly before dropping to the floor. Nurse Erin has left the building. “You know, *I* could help you out, to relieve some of that pressure.”

The notion dawns on him and I can see it mulling behind his eyes. “I have a girlfriend. Maria is a good girl.” When he speaks, his cock twitches and bends towards me.

“I’m not going to fuck you, I’m only proposing a little empathy for your situation. Something to take the edge off? No strings.” Even though I’m between his thighs, I’m in his hands.

“Okay. But just this once, because I fucked up.”

“And I saw too much,” I say, licking my lips, “so this is just making us even.” I pull off my top and bra and let my plump breasts rest on his lap as I start sucking on his delicious cock.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans and tenses, his abs flinching with my first pulls.

Moving my hands over his belly, I guide him back down to the bed. “Relax, David. Just take deep breaths okay?” He follows my orders and I can feel his thighs soften, even when the hot throbbing shaft grazes my cheek. I go back to work.

Unlike the moshpit masturbation effort I saw him do before, my tongue and lips move with slow deliberate pressure, partly because it helps him relax, but mostly because I want to savor this dick. I love hitting the ridges under the bell, how the subtle play between my mouth and his member seal and release as I bob my head. David puts his hands behind his head and watches me and his eye contact is fucking hot.

“How does that feel?” I ask, spreading my spit over his cock with a loving hand. “Not like a jackhammer, I hope.”

“Yeah, it’s different. I like it.” He looks like he wants to say more and does. “I think your tits look amazing.”

Having propped them on his lap like that, I’m glad he notices. “Do you want to fuck them?” I find his bottle of lube on the bed and drizzle some on my chest, rubbing it in until I’m glistening.

“Y-yeah. Fuck yeah.”

Moving in closer, I hold my breasts around his cock until the tip juts out of my cleavage. He looks like he’s going to faint. “Just relax, remember, just breath. Feels good?” His wordless response is all I need to start sliding. I lean in to make us both more comfortable and his slick shaft moves in and out of my tits, like a slow moving whack-a-mole. I’d love to ride him, to fuck his brains out, but, boundaries. There’d be no way of walking that back. Instead I remind myself to save something for later and focus on him.

I interlace my fingers and pull them into my chest so I can feel his dick sliding up and down. The extra touch affects him in the most agonizing and charming way, a gasp escaping his open mouth. “I’m getting close,” he says with his eyes closed.

I take that as a signal to move faster and he doesn’t stop me, breathing a little harder. Bouncing harder, his cock begins to touch my chin and I dip, letting my tongue taste the drop of pre-cum from his hole. As he begins to crest, I follow him, moaning with the same eagerness as he does until at last, his cock erupts between my breasts, smearing cum up and down my skin. No convulsions, no spasms, only a single grunt from his lips as the last spurt leaks over my nipples and fingers. He’s softening.

“Feel better?” I ask, licking myself. I sure do. He gets himself a hand towel and gives me one too, though, I would have wiped him if he’d asked. “From now on, no more pills.”

“Absolutely. Are you… are you okay?” He slips on his underwear and jeans in front of me like it was nothing. It *was* nothing. I want to tell him how much I love it, how much more I’d be willing to give, and to take.

“Yeah I’m fine. I guess we’re even now.” Maybe later.

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I swear, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on. I was riding the bus, halfway to the store when I realized that I’d forgotten the bags. I can already hear David’s smug, sarcastic voice as I drop my apartment keys on the sidewalk. *Miss me, Erin? You know they’re reusable, the stockpile of bags in the closet.* Fuck me. Forty-five minutes, wasted.

Knowing him, he’d still be parked on the couch playing video games. He’s one of those rusty-haired boys with effortless fitness, a trim body that never saw the inside of a gym; more Cheeto than Keto. It would have been nice if he offered to help with the shopping, even though it’s not his week. I guess dating Maria hasn’t improved his empathy skills. As quietly as I can, I unlock the apartment and slip inside. The living room is quiet, no shotguns or screams echoing in the shared space. Thank fuck, he’s gone. I tread lightly to the closet but hear a noise down the hall. It sounds like a woman moaning but with our thin walls, I *know* it’s not Maria. That cheeky fucker’s got a side piece.

Unable to quell my curiosity, I move down the hall, next to David’s open bedroom door. He’s on his bed, naked from the waist down, looking away from me, his attention focused on a bedside laptop. The panting and moaning coming out of his “gaming rig” speakers is remarkably clear, and the video of a woman being fucked in a modern but sterile kitchen leaves little to the imagination. She’s got a nice pussy and it’s getting furiously pounded by a beefy guy’s beefier cock. I guess David is getting his money’s worth.

David isn’t noticing me, too busy grunting and stroking his rather nice looking cock. I’ve only fantasized about it a couple times, and then stopped when he started dating Maria. It’s nice to know that his package exceeds my expectations. Wet from a lubrication, the sounds of his slippery hand moving like a piston compete with the porn star’s operatic performance and the combination makes me little horny. I bite my lip to suppress a moan from escaping as he turns onto his back and sighs, his ruby red cock shimmering and wobbling like a flagpole during an earthquake.

I’m barely able to move when he catches me in the corner of his eye and he turns his whole body towards me. We both scream but I’m the first one to move, swinging backwards and slamming against the wall. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I yell, face hot like a furnace. The door slams shut and the wind nearly blows me down. Shit.

“I thought you’d be gone longer,” he says from the other side. “Normally, I’d be more, uh, discrete.”

“I forgot my bags. Again. It’s my fault, really. I’m sorry.” I’m not one to get frustrated or emotional about embarrassing situations, so I hope I sound earnest. “I’m…I’m just going to go again. Need anything from the store?”

He opens the door and stands with one hand clutching a blanket around his waist. Despite the extra draping of fabric, I’m pretty sure I can see the outline of his erection. Such fortitude. “Wait a sec. I think I’m in trouble.”

There’s just a faint expression of plight on his face: a wrinkled brow, lips pulled down, beads of sweat on his temples. Maybe he’s hurt, or maybe he wants my opinion because I’m a nurse. Maybe he wants to fuck me raw. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I took a pill,” he starts, backing up to his bed, the porno still running behind him. “One of the *For men only* types. I think it fucked me up.”

“Why, David? You don’t strike me as someone who has erectile dysfunction.” I’d never known anyone, let alone *been* with a man who took boner pills. I’m sure whatever garbage he bought from some sketchy gas station was no worse than a Red Bull. “Do you have the packaging?”

He shimmies into his bathroom and presents me with a prescription bottle. Fuck. Fuck doctors with their noses up Big Pharma’s ass. There’s absolutely no reason for a healthy man like David to have these, and based on Maria’s moans when she stays over, there’s *nothing* dysfunctional about his junk. “Why are you taking these? How many?”

“Just one, after you left. I came already, really fast, but I… it… stayed hard. It’s like I can’t feel the climax coming, at all now.” He looks a little nervous, hands crossed over his lap. I can tell that the cotton is irritating his cock by the way he flinches.

Time to change hats. Nurse Erin is in the room. “Is it painful? Does it hurt when you touch it?”

He shakes his head and finally notices the video still playing and closes the laptop. “I mean, I can feel it tingle, but it’s not like getting kicked in the nuts.”

Holding up a finger, I tell him to wait and come back wearing blue latex gloves. I’m hoping the veneer of professionalism can help him relax a little for my next big ask. “Can you show it to me?”

He pauses before opening the blanket. Between his legs is a beautiful, thick, red cock, still shiny from the lube. *Don’t lose your head* I kneel down before it and sit on my heels and look into his eyes. “Is it alright if I touch it?” He nods and I examine the glans first with two fingers. Even through the latex, I can feel his heat, the taut skin yielding to me. David doesn’t look in pain but I ask anyway.

“No, it still just sort of tingles,” he replies, breathing more normally. I easily slide my two fingers along his shaft and give him pinches to test how hard he is, until I finally reach his base. Each time, I look at his responses. So far, so good.

“It’s not swollen, and you say you’re not in pain, so I don’t think you have a priapism. Granted, it’s been less than an hour and I’d be worried if you were hard for more than four.”

“What is it then?”

“My professional opinion? You were trying too hard. I didn’t see much before, but it looked like you were competing in the jerk-off Olympics. You have to learn to relax, *especially* with these medications.” I pull off my gloves and they snap loudly before dropping to the floor. Nurse Erin has left the building. “You know, *I* could help you out, to relieve some of that pressure.”

The notion dawns on him and I can see it mulling behind his eyes. “I have a girlfriend. Maria is a good girl.” When he speaks, his cock twitches and bends towards me.

“I’m not going to fuck you, I’m only proposing a little empathy for your situation. Something to take the edge off? No strings.” Even though I’m between his thighs, I’m in his hands.

“Okay. But just this once, because I fucked up.”

“And I saw too much,” I say, licking my lips, “so this is just making us even.” I pull off my top and bra and let my plump breasts rest on his lap as I start sucking on his delicious cock.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans and tenses, his abs flinching with my first pulls.

Moving my hands over his belly, I guide him back down to the bed. “Relax, David. Just take deep breaths okay?” He follows my orders and I can feel his thighs soften, even when the hot throbbing shaft grazes my cheek. I go back to work.

Unlike the moshpit masturbation effort I saw him do before, my tongue and lips move with slow deliberate pressure, partly because it helps him relax, but mostly because I want to savor this dick. I love hitting the ridges under the bell, how the subtle play between my mouth and his member seal and release as I bob my head. David puts his hands behind his head and watches me and his eye contact is fucking hot.

“How does that feel?” I ask, spreading my spit over his cock with a loving hand. “Not like a jackhammer, I hope.”

“Yeah, it’s different. I like it.” He looks like he wants to say more and does. “I think your tits look amazing.”

Having propped them on his lap like that, I’m glad he notices. “Do you want to fuck them?” I find his bottle of lube on the bed and drizzle some on my chest, rubbing it in until I’m glistening.

“Y-yeah. Fuck yeah.”

Moving in closer, I hold my breasts around his cock until the tip juts out of my cleavage. He looks like he’s going to faint. “Just relax, remember, just breath. Feels good?” His wordless response is all I need to start sliding. I lean in to make us both more comfortable and his slick shaft moves in and out of my tits, like a slow moving whack-a-mole. I’d love to ride him, to fuck his brains out, but, boundaries. There’d be no way of walking that back. Instead I remind myself to save something for later and focus on him.

I interlace my fingers and pull them into my chest so I can feel his dick sliding up and down. The extra touch affects him in the most agonizing and charming way, a gasp escaping his open mouth. “I’m getting close,” he says with his eyes closed.

I take that as a signal to move faster and he doesn’t stop me, breathing a little harder. Bouncing harder, his cock begins to touch my chin and I dip, letting my tongue taste the drop of pre-cum from his hole. As he begins to crest, I follow him, moaning with the same eagerness as he does until at last, his cock erupts between my breasts, smearing cum up and down my skin. No convulsions, no spasms, only a single grunt from his lips as the last spurt leaks over my nipples and fingers. He’s softening.

“Feel better?” I ask, licking myself. I sure do. He gets himself a hand towel and gives me one too, though, I would have wiped him if he’d asked. “From now on, no more pills.”

“Absolutely. Are you… are you okay?” He slips on his underwear and jeans in front of me like it was nothing. It *was* nothing. I want to tell him how much I love it, how much more I’d be willing to give, and to take.

“Yeah I’m fine. I guess we’re even now.” Maybe later.

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