As we boarded the plane that would take us from Sacramento to Des Moines, Iowa, Ross said, “now remember, we are just going to check things out. If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll come back home and never talk about it again.”
As we took our seats on the plane, I laughed, “relax, this is something you have wanted for a long time, I can get a job anywhere. If you like it in Iowa, I will be happy as long as I am with you.”
He smiled, “you know Ash, the cost of living there is a lot less than in California, we will be able to afford to buy our own house instead of renting a small apartment.”
I shook my head, “you don’t have to keep selling it, I told you, I’m looking forward to seeing someplace I have never seen before. And Iowa is definitely some place I have never seen before.”
Ross Nelson and I met in college and have been together for 8 years, married for the last 5. We both grew up in the Sacramento area. I really was looking forward to the possibility of moving to a new state. To tell the truth, I was starting to feel stressed out at my job and could use a change. I have been an ER nurse since I graduated from college. I loved being a nurse, but the fast pace and unpredictable hours of the ER were becoming a bit much, especially since the pandemic. I wasn’t worried about finding a new job in our new city, I had looked online and there is a nurse shortage in almost every city.
Ross worked for a large national company in their Sacramento Branch and for the last two years, his boss had been grooming him to become a branch manager. They had branches in Salt Lake, Pheonix, Dallas, Atlanta, Tampa Bay, Denver, Boston, as well as Sacramento and Des Moines. Ross had hoped to take over for his boss, but when the Des Moines job opened up, his boss told him that it would at least another five years before he would be ready to retire, so this would be the quickest path to becoming a branch manager. He also told Ross that he would be given preference if one of the other larger branches needed a new manager later.
To be honest, I was proud of Ross and knew how hard he had worked to move up the ladder in his company. Besides, I loved the guy and would follow him to hell if that was where he wanted to go. I chuckled to myself at that thought, because that is exactly where my self-righteous, bible-thumping mother told me I was headed when I came out as gay to her and my dad after I started college. Those were the last words she ever said to me and to be honest, I was glad to be away from the constant judgement and Ross was the only family I needed. My dad was a bit more understanding, we still call each other exactly 4 times a year, he calls me on my birthday and Christmas, and I call him on Father’s Day and his birthday. We aren’t super close, but at least he is aware what is going on in my life, I don’t know if he tells mom or not and I don’t care. I have a similar relationship with my sister, we call each other on our birthdays, and she sends me a Christmas card every year. Her husband is on my mom’s side about me being gay and as a result, I have never met my niece and nephew, because evidently, I am contagious and could infect them with my disease.
Ross’s family wasn’t much better, his mom didn’t tell us we were going to hell, but they just seemed indifferent to the whole thing. It was clear that Ross’s older brother Jake was their golden child and could do no wrong. His parents would always brag about Jake, his trophy wife and two perfect sons to anyone who would listen. When asked about Ross, the response was always, oh, he’s doing well too. Jake had moved to Dallas after college and if you believe him, he makes some kind of million dollar deal every day, and lives in a mansion, although he has never invited us or his parents to visit his house in Texas. Whenever he comes to visit his parents, he makes a big deal out of taking us all to a fancy restaurant and insists on paying. The last time he took us all out, I caught a quick look at his “gold card”, and the name on it was his father-in-law’s. Ross also thinks that is who Jake works for back in Dallas. We just listen and roll our eyes as he drones on about his success, while his mom just beams at how perfect her son is.
While we were eating, Jake asked, “so Ash, are you still doing the nurse thing?”
Just to see if he was actually listening, I said, “no, last week I got promoted to doctor.”
He took a drink as he nodded, “good for you, so next month Steph and I are going to Paris for a week, we just need a little time alone.”
Ross tried to control his laughter as he elbowed me, and his mother gave us a glare from across the table. I guess we didn’t make any brownie points with her.
We hadn’t bothered to tell anyone that we were considering moving. We figured we would let everyone know once we had made our final decision and probably even wait until after we moved.
Ross’s company had paid for our flight, a hotel and rental car for us for the week. Once we landed, we picked up our luggage and got our keys for the car. Ross needed to go to his office and meet with the outgoing manager for about an hour. I dropped him off and went for a drive to check the city out. I was pleasantly surprised, while Des Moines was a smaller city, it still had most of the things that Sacramento did but was much less crowded. There was less traffic, and it was much easier to get around. I am sure things would be different when there was snow on the ground, but I found myself looking forward to seeing snow for the first time.
I picked Ross up after his meeting and we checked into the hotel and went out for dinner.
I asked, “so how did the meeting go?”
He smiled, “it went well, I really want this job, Ash.”
I smiled back at him, “I know you do, and to be honest, I can see us living here.”
The next day, Ross had a conference call with his boss and some other managers and by the end of the call, he had accepted the job. We spent the rest of the trip checking out places to live and finding banks, stores and all those things you need when you move to a new city. I brought copies of my resume along with me and dropped them off at several hospitals and nursing homes. By the time we left we had signed a lease on an apartment, opened up an account at our new bank and set things up with the post office so we had a mailing address.
As we flew back to California, Ross asked, “are you sure you are ok with this?”
I nodded, “absolutely, I’ve got nothing keeping me in Sacramento.”
I gave my notice at work the next week and by the end of the month the moving company had our furniture loaded and we were headed to our new home. Everything was timed just right, we spent Saturday and Sunday unpacking and setting up our new apartment. Ross was starting his job on Monday, and I had several interviews lined up.
On Monday, I got home from my interviews about an hour before Ross, so I had dinner ready when he walked in.
I gave him a kiss as I handed him a beer, “so how was my new branch manager’s first day?”
He smiled, “it was good, so far I think I have a good group working for me.”
As we ate, Ross asked how my interviews went, I told him they went well, and I had to more lined up for the next day. When we finished eating and cleaning up, I wrapped my arms around Ross and gave him a kiss, I said, “you know, we were so busy and tired from moving in, that we haven’t had a chance to break in our new bedroom.”
He grinned, “well, what should we do about that?”
I said, “let’s go in the bedroom and talk about it.”
We were naked within seconds, and I stood there admiring Ross’s body as he fell back onto the bed. We both had similar builds, neither of us were overly muscular, but we were both fit. Ross was mostly smooth, as opposed to my hairy chest, legs and ass. His hair was a medium brown, while mine was jet black, and his cock was long and thin, and mine was slightly shorter but thicker, we were both cut. We both loved the way each other looked.
I fell on top of Ross as we made out, our now hard cocks rubbing against each other. I broke our kiss and began my trek down his chest and smooth stomach, leaving kisses all along the way. I made it to my goal and licked the drop of precum that had formed on Ross’s cock head, God, I loved the taste of his cock. I sucked him in until my nose was buried in his pubes and Ross’s moans filled the room. I worked his cock and cum-filled nuts over until Ross pulled me up for another kiss and then pushed me onto my back so that he could return the favor. Once he had my pole rock-hard and my nuts thoroughly licked, Ross pushed my legs up exposing my waiting pink pucker for his use. He licked my hole and started to push his tongue in and out, causing shivers of pleasure to run up my spine. He continued to tongue my hole until I felt his slobber coating the entrance to my love tunnel. Ross looked at me with a sexy grin, moved up for a kiss and aimed his pole at my waiting hole. We continued to kiss as he slowly pushed in, not stopping until he had pushed my love button. I let out a deep breath as Ross began to piston in and out, sending my senses into orbit, I loved being filled with his manhood. We were still making out as I felt Ross’s breathing quicken, I felt the head of his cock swell as he let out a final groan. His warm seed flooded my insides as Ross went limp on top of me. When he caught his breath, he said, “I love your tight little ass wrapped around my cock.”
I chuckled, “not as much as I love my cock in your ass.”
I quickly pushed him off me and turned Ross on his stomach and grabbed the firm round ass and spread his cheeks. Ross moaned as I drove my tongue into his hole, and worked it over, just as he had done to mine minutes earlier. As soon as I had him good and wet, I crawled onto his back and wedged my pleasure stick into Ross crack, finding his entrance. I kissed the back of his neck as I pushed in, his hole clamping down on my cock with every stroke. Ross really knew how to get me going, I picked up speed with every thrust. Minutes later, my cock exploded, sending my seed to the deep recesses of Ross’s guts. I caught my breath as my deflating dick slipped from Ross’s cum-filled hole. He held each other for a while, then got up to take a shower.
As we crawled back into bed, Ross grinned, “ok, we have the bedroom broke in, how about the living room tomorrow night?”
I wrapped my arms around him and said, “sounds like a good idea.” We drifted off to sleep completely satisfied.
I saw Ross off to work the next morning and got ready to go to my interviews, I had two more set up for today. One was at an urgent care clinic and the other was at Colonial Manor, a nursing home. The three yesterday were two hospitals and another nursing home. I wasn’t thrilled about the hospitals, because one was looking for an ER nurse and the other was for the night shift. The urgent care clinic would be a rotating shift, days one week, nights the next. I really wanted something that would be more in line with Ross’s schedule. Both nursing homes were day shifts, but Colonial Manor seemed cleaner and the staff that I met appeared to be more caring. I got offers from both hospitals and had a second interview at the clinic, I told them I would call with my decision by the end of the week. I was glad when Colonial Manor called me on Thursday morning, I accepted the job over the phone, filled out all my employment paperwork on Friday and would start to work Monday morning.
Ross and I went out to celebrate our successful first week on Saturday night and broke in the kitchen after we got home, checking off the last room of our new apartment.
I showed up to work early Monday morning and Pam Keller, the head nurse greeted me at the door. She introduced me to the rest of the staff as she showed me around the nurse’s station and supply rooms that I would need. So far, I was right, it appeared to be a well-run facility and the rest of the staff was very friendly.
Pam smiled, “well, are you ready to meet our residents?”
I returned the smile, “sure am, it will be nice to have the same patients instead of patching them up and sending them to another nurse.”
She nodded, “yeah, we do get attached to our residents here, it makes it hard when one passes on, but we do our best to make them comfortable as long as they are here.”
We started at one end of the hall, going from one room to the next. The first few rooms were sweet little old ladies, who smiled and welcomed me. Of course, there was one that was mad at the world and nothing that anyone could do or say that would make her happy. I made a mental note to just be pleasant and understand that she would rather be back in her own home instead of in a nursing home. The next few rooms had older men that were more interested in what was on TV than meeting someone new. Most of the residents were pleasant and I could see how a person could become attached to them quickly.
As we walked to the last room at the end of hall, Pam warned me, “Harvey Rockland is in this last room, he is always kind of grumpy, just like Alice Winter in 104. Maybe he will be in a good mood today.”
Pam knocked as we walked into room 119. I saw a man sitting in his chair that he had moved to face the window, He was looking outside and didn’t turn when Pam greeted him.
She said, “hi Harvey, how you are doing today?”
He continued to stare out the window, “how many times do I have to tell you, it’s Mr. Rockland, and I’m not doing worth a damn today.”
Pam rolled her eyes as she looked at me and said, “I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Rockland, I just wanted to introduce you to our new nurse.”
He threw up his hand, “oh, another new nurse huh? We’ll see how long this one lasts.” He was still looking out the window.
I said, “it’s nice to meet you Mr. Rockland, I’m Ashton Munson.”
He immediately turned to look at me when he heard my voice, and smiled, “a man nurse? What are you a queer?”
I paused a second, a little surprised by his question, I stuttered, “well yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I just moved here with my husband, Ross.”
He looked me up and down as a crooked smile appeared, he chuckled, “well, it’s about time you hired someone good-looking. He’s a lot cuter than those fat, ugly hags you usually bring in here.”
I stifled a laugh as Pam shook her head and said, “I’ll be sure to let you screen any more new hires Mr. Rockland, ok.”
He scoffed, “it’s a little late for that.”
I grinned, “well, if there is anything you need, Mr. Rockland, just let me know. I’ll be glad to help you.”
He gave me a wide smile, “you can call me Rocky.”
Pam gave me a questioning look and looked back at Rocky. I smiled, “thanks Rocky, and you can call me Ash.”
Rocky said, “good to meet you, Ash.” Pam and I turned to leave and as we walked down the hall, she said, “I think he likes you, he doesn’t like anyone and insists we all call him Mr. Rockland. The rest of the staff will be happy when I tell them that you will be taking care of Harvey from now on.”
I smiled, “I’ll be glad to look after him, it could be very interesting learning his story.”
I spent the rest of the day shadowing one of the other nurses, learning the routine and schedule of all the residents. When it was lunch time, the nurse that was showing me the ropes said, “since Mr. Rockland likes you so much, why don’t you bring him to the dining room.”
I knocked as I entered room 119, “hey Rocky are you hungry?”
He smiled, “I guess so Ash, what kind of slop are they feeding us today?”
I chuckled, “I think its meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Do you like that?”
He shrugged, “it’s not the worst meal they make us eat.”
I stood beside his chair and asked, “do you need a walker or a wheelchair?”
He looked at me, “if I can hold onto your arm, I can walk.”
I held out my arm and said, “ok, grab on and let’s go.”
I helped him up and let him take my arm and we started to walk down the hall, he said, “you are a strong one, aren’t you.” He squeezed my bicep, and we made our way to the dining room. This became our routine for breakfast and lunch, and I began to learn more about Rocky.
He had never married and had no family, he was born in Des Moines, but moved to California for a while when he was a young man. When got into his forties, he moved back to Iowa and worked for the post office, delivering mail until he retired. I kept thinking about his comment about me being good-looking, but I never asked if he was gay. I guessed that he was in his late seventies or early eighties.
On my third day, Pam smiled as she said, “today is shower day, I’m sure Rocky is waiting for you.”
I laughed, “thanks.” I knew this was part of my job and had been trained to be professional. I had given many baths and showers to patients before, so I wasn’t bothered at all.
Rocky greeted me with a smile as I walked into his room, I said, “morning Rocky, are you ready for a shower?”
He nodded, “sure am, as long you are going to help me.”
I laughed, not sure if this eighty-year-old man was flirting with me, I said, “yes, I will be helping you, shall we go?” I held out my arm and walked down the hall to the shower room. As I sat him in the shower chair, I noticed that he was still a pretty handsome man. He still had a full head of wavey hair that the years had turned white. I could picture him 50 years ago with blonde hair that would have made his blue eyes pop. He held his arms up as I pulled his shirt over his head. Again, I pictured a young Rocky with a toned chest and stomach. He was still in pretty good shape for a man his age. I continued to undress him, I held him up as I pulled his pants off. The shower was set up for the patient to remain seated while I used a handheld shower to rinse him off. I knew water would probably splash on me, but I had an extra set of scrubs in my locker and would change once I had all my patients showered.
I said, “ok Rocky, lean on me so I can I take your underwear off.” I helped him stand as he put his hands on my shoulders, and I pushed his underwear down. I quickly had to stifle a gasp when the biggest dick I have ever seen flopped out. Rocky was uncut, at least eight inches long flaccid. I was embarrassed that I was envisioning a foot long cock if he was hard. He was thick too, at least the same thickness as the drainpipe under my kitchen sink.
Rocky laughed, “pretty impressive, huh? You should have seen it when I was your age, and I could get it hard.”
I was trying to remain professional and just nodded, “yeah, I’m sure it was a sight.”
He laughed again, “yep, that thing has made me a lot of money.”
I turned on the water and said, “oh?” Still trying to remain professional, I had seen a lot of naked patients in my years as a nurse, but Rocky by far, was the most impressive.
He beamed with pride and said, “yep, fifty years ago, I was one of the most popular porn stars in the business.”
To be continued…
