One day Tim was working in Nurse Frye's examining room when there sounded that knock on the door. He stood there motionless, except for the crawly feeling of his prick growing hard, while Nurse Frye looked at her appointment book. He felt almost disappointed when at last she jerked her thumb in the direction of her apartment and said, "Get out."
The waiting was difficult in there that day for Tim was plagued by his vivid imagination. He knew it was probably just another newcomer to the Agency or perhaps Mr* Scantland with Nurse Frye, but his active little brain was picturing a gorgeous girl in there, fresh from a beating, raising her skirts for the application of soothing salve on a reddened bottom. The more he thought about it the more certain he became that there was a lovely young girl in there with Nurse Frye, perhaps two of them, and the thought of it had him pacing the apartment behind a bobbing stiff dick. At last he couldn't stand it any more. He threw himself down in the big chair, pressed the button that activated the movie projector, and began to jerk off.
His prick ached so badly that he couldn't help it. It was strictly forbidden that he play with his prick without Nurse Frye's supervision, but this time he just couldn't help it. The movies seemed particularly erotic that day, but what really had his prick so stiff and needful was the increasingly sure knowledge that Nurse Frye had her fat hands on a tender young bottom and was perhaps even spreading soothing balm on a pair of apple-perfect young titties, cruelly striped with Mr. Scant-land's riding crop. Of course he had no intention at all of beating off to an ejaculation. He was quite sexually mature for his age and was confident he had the self-control to stop at the right point. But he knew too that his recuperative powers were good, and that if he did go beating on to a rousing good climax that he'd recover quickly enough to screw Nurse Frye if her visitor had left her in the mood for that kind of attention. So he held back, squirming happily in the big chair, watching the movies and trying not to think about what was happening in the adjoining room.
Accidents, however, do happen. Young Tim gave that one extra stroke to his terrifically swollen prick and, BANG!, he started to cum in a big way.
He did his best to hold it back, groaning and tensing, clamping his fist about the erupting end of it, but it was simply too late. Despite his best intentions he'd gone overboard, and now to make the best of things he flogged his meat to a fare thee well, letting the hot cream fly, just as his imagination was flying over the bodies of every girl he'd ever seen in his life.
It left him pleasantly tired. He'd never really had the chance to enjoy such self-indulgence before and now he found that he liked it. After his ejaculation he could just sit there sighing, relaxed, with no need to deliver kisses and embraces and endearments to Nurse Frye, with no need to get up and fetch her a cool drink, not even the need to rise up and clean up after them. Clean up!
His jizm had squirted all over the floor. It lay in ropy strings of pearls on the carpet, making him leap to his feet and rush to the bathroom, grab a long ribbon of toilet tissue and destroy the evidence of his forbidden act of self-abuse. He Cleaned it up in seconds, barely in time, really, for he'd no sooner flushed v the evidence down the toilet when Nurse Frye entered the apartment, beaming, looking radiant, looking sexy.
"You'll be pleased to hear we have a newcomer at the Agency," she said. "A perfectly beautiful blue-eyed blonde, whom I've invited to spend the night here. Do you mind, Tim-my?"
"Mind?" said he, beaming back at her now. "Heck, no! It'd be great! What's her name?"
Nurse Frye smiled and said, "Her name is, uh… " She came to the eagerly waiting boy in her apartment, ran a hand over his silk-covered loins, raised an eyebrow, and said, "His name is Freddie, and he's got something a good deal more interesting than you do right now. Freddie, come in here, please, and meet my assistant."
The kid really was beautiful. His face almost looked like that of a girl, with long pale eyelashes, an uptilted nose, and cupid's bow lips, all framed in long wavy blond hair. But his chest, covered with a coarse cotton smock, didn't have the requisite bumps on it to qualify him as a girl, and the stiff prick protruding redly from under the hem of the gown eliminated any possibility at all that he was of the female gender.
He shook hands with Tim, just like a little gentleman, and Tim wanted to kill him. He spoke a hello to Tim, but all the while his eyes were on Nurse Frye, standing close at his side, big bosom proudly out-thrusting, hands moving nervously over her hips and belly.
"It's rare when I've had two boys in here at the same time," she said. "I do hope we all get along well together. Do you enjoy home movies, Freddie?"
“Yes, ma'am. If you do."
"These are special," she said, swaying closer against his side, making him shiver and squirm and smile as she ran her hand up and down his back. "They might… shock you a bit."
"If you and your friend Jim like them, I'm sure I will," he said, almost making Tim sick with the simpering smile he directed at her.
"If they shock you at all, we'll just turn them right off. Watching them makes me feel good," she said, hand working up under the front of his smock now. "They're dirty movies, Freddy. Nasty old things. They make me feel so warm I just want to take my clothes off every time I see them."
He looked her up and down, grinned, licked his lips, and said, "I hope I like them too. I have the feeling I will. To be perfectly honest with you, I feel like getting all the way undressed already. This gown is so scratchy against my skin."
"Then take it off by all means," she said. "We're all friends here. Gracious, we wouldn't want our guest to be uncomfortable, now would we, Tim?"
"Huh-uh," said Tim, scowling fiercely at the baby-faced kid whose dick, it seemed, was at least an inch longer than Tim's would have been if Tim could have gotten his up just then.
"Such smooth skin. I can see where that nasty gown would be scratchy on it," said Nurse Frye, and having untied the smock's ties, she ran her hands all over his back, around his waist, and on down to his stiff-standing prick.
"Oh, my goodness," he said, and reached back and smoothed his hands over her hips. "You have such good hands. It's plain to see why you're a nurse. Ooooo."
"Hurt you?"
"Not at all. Feels nice," he said, simultaneously rubbing his bare butt against her loins, squirming his shoulders against her tits, and pushing his prick through her hands.
"Let's look at the movies," said Tim, for he had hopes these would aid in getting his prick out of its shamefully soft condition.
"Love to," said Freddie. "But first Miss Frye would like to take her dress off. May I held you?"
"Be my guest," she said, and held out her arms like a fat scarecrow while he unbuttoned her dress and helped her off with it, undid her bra and exclaimed over the beauty of her big jugs, reverently took down her huge panties and sat back on his heels to gaze at her naked bulk with obviously phony worship in his eyes.
Tim plunked himself down on the arm of the chair and angrily punched the button that started the film. He didn't care if he saw the damned films again or not, but they might help in getting his dick up.
Nurse Frye settled herself down in her big red chair and patted the empty chair arm. Freddie made a little bow and sat down on it, his dick sticking up like some sort of stupid flagpole. His eyes opened wide and he grinned like a fool and said, "Gee, those are really something! Those girls are beautiful. Even though they are sort of skinny," he said, and he slipped his arm around Nurse Frye's shoulders as she cooed up at him.
His other hand started toward his prick, but Nurse Frye's hand beat him to it. "I'll take care of that," she said, and she began to stroke it very softly. Her other hand moved up and down Tim's leg, and though he knew he should be responding and he really felt like it, when her hand reached his prick it was still as soft as could be. But how could a normal guy be expected to get a stiffie when there was a longhaired blonde fairy in the same room with him? He'd get it up as soon as faggy Freddie was gone. Of this Tim was sure.
It was a pretty good film loop that was on. Nurse Frye and Freddie were giggling and exchanging comments on it as it rolled, and she was leaning ever closer to him, elbow across his lap, hand curled around his dick. He kept playing around with her floppy old tits, and that was okay with Tim. He didn't even mind it when they kissed each other, but when it lasted on for about fifteen minutes, or so it seemed, Tim reached down and punched the off button for the show.
Nurse Frye glared up at him. "Why did you do that?"
He shrugged. "You guys weren't watching it and I already seen it."
"Start it up again," she said. "Since you've already seen it you won't have to watch it again. Get down on the floor, facing me, and you can hide your face between my legs."
Tim started to argue but then thought better of it. To begin with it would do no good to argue, and secondly he'd be able to get back in Nurse Frye's good graces in a hurry by giving her a good cuntlapping. Down he went, parted her hairy lips with the heels of his hands, and started in to give her a really special time of it.
She was already nice and wet and funky down there. When he looked up for her expression of approval, she was squirming around very hotly, but once again she was kissing that damned Freddie. This so angered Tim that he bit her, right on the clit, whereupon Nurse Frye gasped loudly through the kiss, grabbed him by the hair, and went right on kissing the other guy!
At last she fell back from the kiss, obviously in the state of constant orgasm she liked better than anything else in the world, and still with her hand round Freddie's upright dick. He seemed inordinately calm about the whole thing as he kissed her and petted her and said, "My, your little friend Tim certainly seems to know what it's all about when it comes to kissing your pussy."
"I taught him all he knows," she gasped. "I'll teach you too. Oh-h-h, my God I love to have my snatch sucked!"
"I'm learning by just watching Jim," said Freddie, and Tim was helpless to stop it as Freddie's fingers slid down over Nurse Frye's heaving belly, through her pubic hair, and into the upper-most reaches of her spasming cunt.
Her fevered meanings and groanings reached a hew crescendo as Freddie's fingers joined Tim's tongue in rolling her most sensitive flesh. Freddie was diddling her clit and at the same time spreading out her cuntlips as far as they would go, while Tim was doing his best to avoid touching those fingers with his nose, and especially with his mouth. This was impossible to achieve, for Nurse Frye still had firm hold of his hair and was pulling him ever harder against her twat. He was starting to suffocate, starting to drown in her cunt juices when suddenly her hand left his hair and he was free to eat her as he chose to. Even Freddie's hand left her twat, and when Tim looked up he saw both of them moving about Freddie's loins.
"You like to get sucked off, eh?" said Freddie, as he slowly stroked his prick there before Nurse Frye's glazed eyes. "I think I'd like it too, but nobody's ever done it to me. Nice warm mouth on my cock, that'd feel so-o-o-o good. What do they call it? Blue job?"
"Blow job," Nurse Frye panted. "It's not something I… Oh, God. God, you're a beautiful boy," she moaned.
"That girl on the screen now, she looks like she loves sucking cock. It must taste good. No? At least some cocks must," he said, winking at Tim, but bending to kiss Nurse Frye's fevered brow. "Want to taste?" he said.
Nurse Frye uttered a dismal moan and grabbed Freddie's cock out of his hand, leaned closer and sucked it into her mouth. "Mm-m-m! Mmm-m-m-m-m! Mm-m-m-m!!!" she moaned, sucking and slurping noisily on it, milking its shaft with her hand and all in all treating it with a great deal more lusty passion than Tim had ever seen displayed on the screen under similar circumstances. Watching a guy get sucked off on the screen never failed to give Tim a hardon and seeing it happen in real life had exactly the same effect on him.
His tongue was getting tired but his dick certainly wasn't. It was poking right out of his shorts, reaching up toward the cunt Tim was licking, mutely begging for its turn. Nurse Frye had never even kissed his prick, but she was doing such a fantastic job on Freddie's that Tim even had hopes he'd get a blow job himself. To this end, he redoubled his efforts at cunnilingus, fastening his lips around Nurse Frye's clit in the most loving fashion and whipping it every which way with his tongue. He succeeded in bringing her off to a truly gigantic series of orgasms, which in turn inspired her to the point of sucking a whole mouthful of jizm out of Freddie's* thrusting cock. Caught between the two climaxes, hers and his, Nurse Frye fell back, cum dripping from her mouth as she uttered a joyful wail, and swooned into unconsciousness.
"Wow!" said Freddie, as he milked the last few drops from his turgid prick. "Old puss-gut sucks a mean cock. I really got my nuts off in a big way."
"Bully for you," said Tim, and he got up from his knees, stood between Nurse Frye's spraddled legs, with his stiff cock waiting to stab its way into her the moment she awoke and gave him the nod.
Freddies looked down at him and said, "That's not a bad looking peter you've got there, Jim."
"The name's Tim," he snarled. "It sure is nice and stiff," Freddie went on, still stroking his prick. "Do you like getting sucked off?"
Tim thought he detected a flicker of Nurse Frye's eyelids. "Dunno. Never tried it," he said.
"No? What a shame." Freddie licked his cupid's bow lips, still looking down at Tim's prick and still stroking his own. "It's really a delightful experience, when it's done by an expert."
"Hmf," said Tim, and his prick gave a throb when Nurse Frye's bosom heaved in a mighty sigh.
"Of course that's not the only way to go," said Freddie, slipping off the chair arm now and gracefully turning till he was looking at Tim from over his shoulder. Tim was staring fixedly at Nurse Frye's big cunt, but in his peripheral vision he saw Freddie's buttocks switch as provocatively as some of the girls on the screen. Freddie's words were equally hazy to Tim as he said, "I don't see how you can get excited about that old slut. I mean, she gives a decent blow job, for a woman, but who wants to settle for second best? Hm-m-m? And as for that dreadful old twat of hers, my goodness, it positively reeks and I'm sure it's just as loose and sloppy as can be. Why don't we just run along now while she's still asleep? You and I could stop in the men's room and have a little fun along the way, and then you could introduce me to all the boys in the barracks and we could all make a lovely night of it. Interested, dearie?" he said, and moved his bare ass in a way that made Tim focus on it, both with his vision and his comprehension.
"You…! You're a goddamned queer!" Tim exclaimed, and drew back his foot and booted that white ass halfway across the room.
Freddie howled, then seemed to shriek with glee, but whatever the source of the sounds they brought Nurse Frye out of her stupor. Tim barely had time to get in half a dozen good punches to the squealing faggot before Nurse Frye had hold of him, slinging him across the room, shouting at him.
"How dare you, you jealous little pipsqueak! This is the thanks I get for treating you so fucking good! Out of here, out of here, out of here!" she shouted, punctuating her commands with kicks and punches, driving Tim through the doorway to her examining room. "Report to Lester at the dorm! I'll deal with you tomorrow!"
She turned back before Tim was out of the room, and she caught Freddie in her arms as he tried to leave the little apartment. "Poor baby!" she said. "Did him get a bloody nose? Mamma will fix. Oh sweet Jesus, what a beautiful child you are."
"I'm not a child and I can't stay here!" Freddie cried, helplessly struggling in her behemoth embrace. "I lied! I'm twenty-two years old and I don't belong here!"
"You don't belong anyplace else in the world!" she said. "Sit down. Better yet, lie down. Oh, my angel Freddie, I've finally found the boy of my dreams, and I'm not going to let him go till he's had his fill of nice hot pussy!"
"Help! Tim! Take me with you! Call the police!" Freddie cried, but by then Tim was out the door, with Freddie's clothes in his hands.