The teamster guides his racing steeds through the panicked streets reaching Market Square in minutes to find a three story apartment building in the city’s main market fully engulfed in flames. “Sound a second and third alarm! We’re going to need everyone and all engines on this one!,” cried out Captain MacMurray. Within moments more firefighters were converging from throughout the city and fire hoses were hooked into every fire plug and brave firemen fighting the glowing demon.
“HELP! HELP! MY BABY IS ON THE THIRD FLOOR!,” came a frantic cry from a lady. Just then Captain MacMurray leading three other men rushed into the hopeless inferno against the orders of Chief Jones. “It’s hopeless Mac! We’re loosing the building!” Regardless MAC and his brave crew rushed into the inferno as every firehouse was concentrated through the windows trying to open a clear path up the stairs before they collapsed in the daring rescue attempt.
Finally after several close calls Mac and the other men found the child, a little girl about four years old hiding under a bed passed out from the smoke and heat. “SHE’S ALIVE! GET US A LADDER UP HERE QUICK!,” came the cry from the exhausted rescuers. Chief Jones directed the ladder company into place and the first of the rescuers emerged from the window and positioned himself to take the child in his arms and then began his decent. Next came two more men, one nearly fell half way down from exhaustion. Finally Captain MacMurray appears at the window, just as he begins to climb out the floor beneath him gives way as everyone gasps ...... “What the hell? Mac are you trying you hand a fiction again where you’re the Hero of the Hour?”
Mac turns around in his chair to come face to crotch of fellow firefighters Jones and Hampton standing behind him looking over his shoulder at the computer monitor. “Oh hey guys! You caught me,” Mac replied with a laugh. “So what’s up?,” he asked looking up at the two muscled studs before him. Jones stood at 6’2”, around 225# of solid muscle with ice blue eyes and black as soot hair at Twenty-five and deep tan, his nickname was Husky because of his eyes and build. Hampton, or Hamster as they called him was twenty-three and a good 6’, around 200# with hazel eyes and fire engine red hair. MacMurray, or as everyone called him Mac was the shorter of the trio at 5’11”, 195# with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes with a flair for writing. He was also the station’s Captain at the ripe old age of thirty five and senior member of Station One with fourteen years in the service. “Chow’s on, its your favorite. Pot roast with all the trimmings” chimed Husky with a broad grin.
Most of the guys in the twenty-five member engine, ladder & medic company were gay or at least gay friendly, one had to be at with working close quarters as they did. They shared a communal shower and bathroom, slept in an open bunk room only a few feet apart, ate together, and much more, working 48 hrs on 48 hrs off. A dozen were on duty at all times as the other dozen were off. Each group lead by a Lieutenant with Mac as their Captain. In such a situation the occasional hanky panky in the showers and bunk room was bound to happen.
Late one night after the crew handled a small fire and all the equipment was cleaned up and ready to go again Husky and Hamster were alone in the communal shower. Laughing and carrying on about Husky having no tan lines verses Hamster with thong tan line. To accent Husky’s physique he kept his fur trimmed close which enhanced his muscled pecs and abs which drove all the gay crew members mad with lust. Without warning Husky leaned in and started kissing Hamster. Instantly Hamster’s seven and a half uncut cock sprang to attention as Husky wrapped his burly arms around him as his tongue probes Hamster mouth sucking it in. As Hamster’s hands slid down Husky’s broad pecs he began toying with his hard nipples making Husky kiss him that much more passionately. Soon his hands found the massive eight and a half inch and almost as thick cock of the Husky and began slowly stroking it. Hamster had dreamed of this chance ever since he joined the station following his transfer from Ladder Three a few days earlier (guys throughout the department were lined up waiting for a chance to transfer there). Without missing a beat Husky spin him around and dove tongue first into Hamster’s eager ass as he bit his hand to keep from alerting the entire station of what was going on in the shower.
Husky pulled away from Hamster’s lips and began nibbling his way down to his nipples taking each in turn. Hamster’s moans grew as Husky continued down taking his cock into his mouth swallowing to the base with expert skills. His hands explored his balls and found their way to his bubble butt and began kneading slowly as he engorged himself. Husky worked Hamster till he was about to blow when he stopped, standing slowly as he pulled Hamster down and impaled his throat, tickling his gag reflex on the massive meat. Not letting Hamster up for air but a few times when he’d get close to blowing, Husky continued to face fuck him for what seemed an eternity.
“Fuck me please Husky, I want that massive pike pole inside me”. Husky didn’t hesitate and spun Hamster around on all fours as he eased his massive pole down along the trace of the thong tan line until the head popped inside Hamster’s tight hole. Hamster let out a sharp gasp and nodded for Husky to keep going. Slowly he eased in not wanting to hurt him and finally was trimmed pubes fully in. Slowly and steady he began pumping his hips filling that tight ass with everything he could take and then some. Within minutes Hamster was blowing his load and as his seed slipped away down the drain Husky unloaded what seemed like a gallon of juice into his hungry ass. A few minutes later Husky slid out of Hamster’s ass just as a sudden round of applause came from the doorway. “Welcome to Station One Hamster!,” came the cheers of the other guys. “Now we have some work to finish then it’s my turn,” Mac said with a grin.
A couple days passed by and Hamster found himself the center of attention as everyone wanted a chance with the new guy, not to mention the occasional group play in the showers after a call. As it turned out Husky and Mac were actually engaged as were a few of the other guys. Although department policy deterred couples from working at the same station the Fire Commissioner made an exception for Station One. One boring afternoon Mac was in his office when the door opened, “There’s some chick and dude out here claims they’re from headquarters to do a story on this old station,” Hamster stated. “Yeah and something about a calendar,” chimed Husky.
Mac showed them into his tiny office where the duo explained that the Fire Commissioner’s Office authorized their college magazine to do a story on the oldest firehouse still in use in the city’s fire department, not only for its history but for the unique company of men that manned it. Station One was the only station comprised of a 2:1 gay to straight ratio. They also mentioned that the Commissioner suggested a calendar shoot with the men to help raise funds for the Firefighters’ Relief Fund, which helped those injured in the line of duty and their families. After a quick call to the Fire Chief and the Commissioner’s Office Mac gave them the go ahead and the duo set to work.
The lady reporter interviewed everyone working that day as her photographer, a fine looking twenty year old student from the college with lean body, curly locks of blonde hair and blue eyes by the name of David wandered the station taking pictures of the guys doing various odd jobs of maintenance or lounging about, not to mention notice the looks he was getting as he was obviously checking the guys out. “This is a quiet day,” Husky chimed out to the duo. About that time tones started chiming on the radios. “Attention Engine Six, Engine Four, Station One all units, Medic Twelve Signal Eleven, with possible entrapment on fifth floor” followed by an address downtown. Rushing about the crew suited up and almost before the dispatcher had finished. Somewhat taken off guard, Dave did his best at taking action shots of the commotion. He and his reporter jumped in the command vehicle with Mac as they sped off.
The duo kept back as instructed and David snapped away at the guys in action. Once they returned to the station the reporter continued to interview the guys as David continued snapping shots. The lady reporter and David kept referring to what they deemed a heroic rescue of the fire victim which everyone brushed it off as a routine call. Mac advised the duo that he had messaged the guys that were off duty about the interviews and calendar shoot which would go down the following day just before shift change for those that desired to join in.
The next day the duo returned as David set up things for the photo shoot. Mac gained permission from headquarters to stand the station’s crew for a few hours for the calendar photo shoot and it was a good thing too. Out of the entire station crew everyone of the guys including the guys married with kids participated. All sorts of steaming poses were set up and David even brought some “special outfits” which barely covered for modesty one could say. David even went to the extent of piling the guys down with baby oil to enhance their already impressive physiques. Everyone of the guys had a ball working with David as the kid had a knack for this sort of thing. Once the shoot was complete and everyone had a chance to change back into their normal outfits Mac placed the station back in service and completed the shift change.
A couple days later when Mac, Husky and Hamster came back on duty David showed Up unannounced. He presented several of his photos he had shot over the two days he was with the two crews. “Lots of great action shots there David,” Mac stated. Then came the calendar shots and mouths began to water. “I’d like to do some follow up work with you guys for the calendar along with perhaps some for my Personal Portfolio, and needless to say your own use,” David added with a shit eating grin. All three of the trio looked at each other with similar grins and agreed.
David went to work doing his follow up shots with the duty crew, getting everyone to strip down to their skivvies as they worked on various chores. Some in briefs, others boxer briefs yet others like Husky running around in jockstraps and fire boots or only their bunker pants. After returning from a fire, they even stripped again for “clean up” just for the camera. Several times David nearly dropped his camera from the sexiness he was seeing. Once the equipment was cleaned up and back in service they hit the showers and David followed, without his smaller waterproof camera.
Soon David couldn’t take anymore watching the magnificent show he was seeing and stripped down himself and stepped in with the guys, stepping between Husky and Hamster where he began lathering them up. Within moments every cock in the room was rock hard as soap and water ran across their rock hard bodies as this young cameraman fell to his knees sucking their cocks. First one then two at a time, sometimes a third shoved into his mouth with the skill of a porn star.
David begged for them to take turns fucking him which indeed wasn’t necessary. Mac slid in behind him and as he was sucking off one of the guys and slipped his cock inside David who took it like a pro. Each member of the company took his turn, yet held off cumming till everyone had their turn with David’s mouth and ass. Then after Husky worked his magic pole as the last man in that hungry ass, they stood over David where they finished off blasting stream upon stream of cum all over David’s face and chest as he lapped up every drop he could catch.
After cleaning up and everyone got dressed, wearing the yellow and red jockstraps David brought with him for the crew, they worked more poses in just the jockstraps as David worked more of his magic with the camera. This photo session was strictly for the crew and David’s personal portfolio and the heat would steam up any window and camera lens. Once David and the crew were satisfied with the photo shoot, it was time to retire to the bunk room, and needless to say the action didn’t stop there and only a call out could postpone.
David would be unofficially adopted as the station’s new mascot and because of his exceptional photography skills was hired as the department’s official photographer based out of Station One. Oh and the calendar? Let’s say that sales has outpaced supply every year since especially when it features Station One. As for Mac’s writing? It became a serial in the department’s monthly magazine.
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