For work, I had to take a course in First Aid. I arrived at the centre with a group of around 30 others. We found out that there would be 6 sessions all on different skills. We broke off into smaller groups of five.

The first session was about the recovery position, when to use it etc. It was pretty interesting and I was focusing pretty hard, making sure I took it in. The second sessions was about sterilising wounds and how best to avoid infection. Again, I focused hard, making sure to take the information in, getting involved in the practical examples. Then we had the third session, which was CPR.

My group and I walked to the next room, and found that on the floor was a dummy. Kneeled next to it was a Paramedic. The first thing I noticed was how thick his legs were, pressing nicely against his trousers. The more I studied him, the hotter he became. He was clearly a tall guy, with a moustache and gauge stretched earrings. He had a chain hanging loosely around his neck, above chest hair exposed by the first few buttons of his shirt being undone. He had awesome tattoos scattered over his arms. Dark, messy loose curls on his head, with dark deep brown eyes. I was stunned.

Then he opened his mouth. His voice wasn’t particularly deep, but it had a gruffness to it. He started to explain what we were going to do in the session, and the acronym we were to follow when practicing on the dummy. At least, I think that’s what he was saying. I honestly have no idea, he could’ve been saying anything because I was not listening. My eyes were too busy scanning his body kneeled on the floor next to the dummy.

I zoned back in, realising I do actually need to know what he’s talking about. He showed us the correct technique for chest compressions (his arms flexing, and the speed of his breath increasing). Fuck. I thought to myself. This guy is stunning. He started calling us 1 by 1 to try the CPR on the dummy, and I started paying attention to the critiques and corrections he gave to the others in front of me. He was charismatic, and funny in his corrections, making you feel at ease.

Eventually I knelt next to him, over the dummy. Being closer, I could smell his cologne, a deep delicious smell. I performed the list of steps as best I could remember but considering I’d spent most of the session lost in the thought of him, I made some mistakes. He corrected my form for the chest compressions by lifting me upright slightly. He was strong. The difference in our size became very clear in that moment. I’m only 5’7 and he must have been 6’3. He told me ‘Good Job’, flashed his sexy smile and moved on to the next person.

The session ended maybe 10 minutes later and he told us that would be the lunch break time, and that we had an hour to take a break. I sat and ate, which only took about 15 minutes. I needed to go to the bathroom. I went in and there was no one in there. I went to urinal closest to the wall and started to pee. 10 seconds later, he walks in. I don’t look over, just carry on minding my business, until I realise… he chose the urinal next to me.

I want to flash a look, but don’t. I finish up and move over to the row of sinks to wash my hands. He finishes up and stands at the sink next to me.

“You did great with the CPR. Your form was perfect,” he said beaming at me.

My form wasn’t perfect at all. He had to manhandle me to correct it.

“Must have been your excellent teaching,” I reply letting out a small laugh.

He chuckles in reply. “I can teach more than CPR”. His eyes seemed to fix on me more intensely.

“Like what?” I laugh along.

He stops for a moment and leans in closer, whispering in my ear “like how to be a good boy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”.

Immediately I felt my dick start to harden. Is this really happening? All of a sudden, my breath speeds up and I’m unable to speak. I manage to nod my head slowly, our eyes still locked.

“Then follow me” he said, making his way to the disabled stall at the end. I follow him without question. We go into the stall and he locks the door behind me. There he is, standing over me, beautiful.

“You’re going to suck my dick, aren’t you good boy?” he whispers sensually in my ear. I manage a slow nod again, dick now like rock in my underwear. “Answer me properly” he whispers, slightly more forcefully.

“Yes” I squeak out.

“Yes what?” He replied.

“Yes sir” I corrected myself.

“That’s a good boy” he whispers. “On your knees”. I do as I am told, quickly dropping to my knees and looking up at him. Our eyes lock as he unzips his fly, reaches into his underwear and takes his cock out. It’s about 7 inches, thick and uncut, an untidy bush above it. The head is pink and juicy.

“Tongue out” he commands. I stick my tongue out for him. He started to slap his cock against my tongue, enjoying the wet noise it made. He let out a small moan. After that, he started to rub his cock all over my face, pulling the back of my head into it. My nose nestled in his balls, his musky smell was all I could smell. He then slapped my cheek with his dick before telling me to “Open up”.

I do as I’m told, opening wide for him, his juicy cock head entering my mouth. I close my lips around him and start to suck, taking about half of his length into my mouth. His dick is thick. I can already taste salty precum on my tongue as I swirl it around him inside my mouth.

“Open” he commands, before removing his cock from my mouth. “Are you going to be a good boy while I fuck your throat? Don’t pull away.”

“Yes sir” I respond, having learned from the first time. He grabbed the back of my head, plunging his cock deep down my throat. I immediately start to gag and choke but he holds me on it, his balls resting on my chin. It feels like hours, my eyes starting to water and my body screaming for air but he eventually pulls out, his cock dripping with my spit.

A guttural moan comes out of his mouth, a cheeky smile on his face. “More?” he teases. “Yes sir, I want more” I reply.

“I’m gonna cum deep down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?” This time when he’s speaking, he’s more stern. This isn’t his cheeky sensual side. This is his commanding voice. And I can’t help but do as he says.

“I understand sir” I say. Almost immediately as I had said it, his hand was once again on the back of my head and his dick was in my mouth. He started to thrust his length in and out of my mouth, with a fast rhythm, his balls slapping my chin. He started to moan, and I hummed around his length. He started to get rougher, fucking harder into my throat. Spit was dribbling from my mouth down my chin. I was his toy in that moment.

After a few minutes of this, he said “I’m gonna cum. Drink it like a good boy” he choked out, clearly ready to explode. His moans got louder, and thrust wilder until he thrust deep into my mouth and held me on his dick. Hot creamy cum filled my mouth. He came loads. It tasted incredible, and I savoured the taste in my mouth before swallowing it down. He was breathing heavy, moaning, his cock spent and dripping in front of me.

I looked up at him, his deep eyes locked with mine, and a cheeky smile on his face. “A good boy who knows how to do as he’s told” he whispers with a chuckle. I stand up. I feel his hand reach round me and slip beneath my waste band, his strong hands squeezing my ass cheeks.

“It’s a shame I don’t have time to ruin that hole too” he says sensually, before pulling up his trousers, zipping up and leaving.

I had to stay in the bathroom stall to jerk off. I was so turned on I came quickly. I cleaned myself up and went back out to the lunch room. When I saw him later that day, he just smiled at me and carried on his training.