Short Stories by Dick Clinton

 

"FIREHOUSE BLOWS"

Posted 8-2015

Story by Dick Clinton at eyeMrich1@msn.com

I was invited to a party in the city with about 25 other people. Most of them strangers and older than I. It was a gay party with mostly men. Most were drinking and seeming to have a good time but since I did not drink nor did I know too many people there, I was getting bored. That is until I met another man about 40 that seemed to take an interest in me and noticed I was bored too. He talked to me for a short time then asked me if I wanted to go visit a firehouse nearby where he knew the night fire chief and most of the staff. I thought that might be interesting so I agreed and we left together.

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We took his car and drove only a few short blocks to a local fire department. It was going on 12 midnight and most everyone was bedded down except for the cook and the night fireman on watch duty.

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John walked right into the office and started to talk with the young fireman on duty and introduced me as his friend. He had explained to me earlier, that he had visited this firehouse several times, and had sucked off a few of the men. It was an accepted thing for a cocksucker to come around and offer the men a blow job, but this was the first time I had been invited to participate. I was excited yet nervous about the whole thing.

My friend, John told me he would be right back while he and the young firemen went into a back recreational room. I waited quietly and went into the kitchen to get some coffee. I started to talk with the kitchen cook while waiting for John. The cook was aware of the situation and sat down to talk with me. He questioned me about the same old chitchat and myself. As we chatted John returned and asked me if I wanted to suck off a few firemen. I was embarrassed with him talking this way in front of the cook and hesitated. The cook looked at me and said. 

"I would like to be your first fireman." He stood up and motioned for me to come to the back room. I followed him almost falling over my own feet.

The cook had introduced himself as Mike and was a local boy. He was still new at this ‘fireman thing’ and had two older brothers that were firemen at another station. Mike was about 21 with dark trim hair and a trim youthful body. His dark eyes penetrated you as he spoke in his mid-western twang. We were about the same age, so we quickly got acquainted. He seemed shy when I first met him, and I was surprised when he said he wanted to ‘be my first fireman.’ He was hot and I was anxious to suck his cock.

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We went to the semi-darkened room where he leaned against the counter and proceeded to unzip his pants. I walked towards him while he took out his semi-hard cock from his blue firemen pants. He immediately pulled my head down on his cock and started to pump my mouth. I took command right away as he leaned back against the table; I dropped to my knees to give him a good slow and sensuous blown job. It was my first ‘fireman suck job’ and I wanted to remember this later. It didn’t take long for him to realize I wanted to be in control. He relaxed and gave out a sigh as I started to do what I was here for. He had a larger than average cut cock and a nice set of hairy balls. I could tell he had been sucked off before. He rested his hands on the table as he spread his legs. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his white boxer shorts over his hard cock. I cupped my hands around his tight youthful buttocks and pulled him towards me as I took his hard manhood all the way down to his balls. He moaned out in pleasure and said.

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"Oh yes! That’s hot! Never had anyone ‘deep throat’ me like that. Wow! That is a good feeling. Oh, yeah! Do that again." Mike commanded as I continued to deep throat him. I knew he was going to cum soon. He suddenly held the back of my head and released his hot load down my throat.

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"Aaawww, shit, aww shit." Mike said as he found pleasure using my mouth to release his hot watery cum.

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I drank down his hot cum while he shook and sighed once more with pleasure. I knew his cock head would be sensitive, so I just held it in my mouth until he relaxed. I gently licked away the remaining cum from his cock. He relaxed as I reluctantly released his semi-hard penis from my mouth and quickly licked the remaining juices from his balls. He handed me a napkin from the table as I gently dried his flaccid manhood and licked his piss slot one last time, to savor the remaining juices. He slowly pulled his shorts and pants up, and put his dick back into his pants. He didn’t look directly at me, but as we walked back into the other room, he hit me on the shoulder and said.

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"Thanks buddy. I’ll remember that for a long time. You really know how to handle a man’s meat". Then he said, "Anytime you want a repeat on me, let me know. That was awesome buddy."

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I hardly had a chance to get my composure when another fireman entered the room. He was dressed only in his boxer shorts, T-shirt and work boots. He must have just awaken, because his eyes still had a drowsy sleepy look. He was a tall man about 30 years old, good solid build, and a small mustache on his upper lip. His arms and legs were covered with dark hair, and a small tattoo of a Marine emblem was on one arm. He nodded as he went into the room then motioned for me to follow him.

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He stood briefly in front of a kitchen chair, pulled down his white boxers and waited for me to come to him. I immediately stood in front of him and dropped to my knees to present my appreciation to his pliable cock and low hanging balls. His firm handsome body was covered with sexy downy hair. I gently caressed his manhood and brought my mouth to taste his piss slit. His partially cut cock head was steadily moving from beneath his lacy foreskin as his penis muscle continued to harden. He kicked his boxers off one leg, spread his legs, and adjusted his balls before he comfortably settled.

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I was admiring his manhood while moving my hand up his rippling hairy abdomen to his pectoral. He pulled his T-shirt up and about, to give me easier admission to his protruding nipples obscured in his hairy chest. I sucked his semi-hard cock deep into my mouth. He signed with pleasure as I proceeded to service this hunk. He closed his eyes and soared into a sexual fantasy world, while I engulfed his generous erection. It had grown larger than I anticipated it would, and I was more than pleased. I sucked his member into my mouth and slowly moved downward to his wiry pubic hairs. I moved off his manhood and proceeded to gently suck one ball into my mouth. His rough masculine hands caressed his pectoral muscles, encircling and fondling his sensitive nipples, buried in his thick hairy torso.

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I took a deep whiff of his manly scented balls, as I inched one hand around his hairy buttocks and caressed his firm ass cheeks. My other hand moved to his balls, and then up to his anus. He slightly spread his legs to give me better access. I wanted to taste his ass and give it a good rimming, but our time was limited. He was just here to get his ‘nuts off’. I managed to position myself under his balls, and tongue lick the perineum area under his balls and near his ass hole. He extended his legs further apart for more enjoyment. Soon I was under his scrotum licking and savoring the musky manly sweat from his perineum.

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After a few moments of enjoyment, he softly pushed me away, and positioned himself on the chair behind him. He spread his hairy legs, adjusted his balls, and then pulled me back to his bulbous cock. I continued to service and make love to his tasty manhood. My tongue would lap around his large cock head, and then I would go down on him as far as I could. He would occasionally moan with satisfying pleasure. I placed one hand on his balls and slid one finger towards his moist sphincter. As he spread his legs, he placed his booted feet on my legs as I knelt on the tile floor before him. He raised his legs a sufficient amount, so I was able lick the outer edge of his sphincter. I caressed his black fireman work boots and ‘tongue licked’ my way down his hairy leg until I reached his work boots. I started kissing and licking his boots as he jacked on his big hard cock. I moved back up his leg once more, licking and kissing him all the way, until I reached his wet low hanging balls.

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He lifted one leg and put it over my shoulder. My mouth went to his balls, as my tongue lapped its way to his warm, musky, hairy ass hole. He gave out another soft moan, as my ‘tongued fucked’ his anus and inhaled the pheromones of his manly body. He constantly flicked his nipples with one hand, and masturbated passionately with the other. Then he suddenly spoke out in a profound tone of voice.

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"Eat my ass hole, cock sucker! Aaaww. Lick it clean. Put your tongue in my ass hole, cocksucker. Oh, yes. That’s it. Lick that punk hole. Eat me, cocksucker, eat me! Make your man feel good! Oh yeah, that’s good. Fuck! I’m going to cum. Get your cock sucking mouth over my big prick. I’m going to give you my load. Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Fuck, Fucking yeah. Drink my spunk cocksucker. Drink my love juices. Oh, sssshhhhiiiittt. Here it comes! Aaaawwwww." He moaned out so loud that it must have echoed throughout the station. Surely someone would hear us, but at this moment I didn’t care.

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I almost came in my shorts while I was serving this hot stud fireman. He was a wild one, after he got going. “I would like to include this one again. What a stud!” I thought to myself. I continued to lick the remainder of cum juices from his dick. His hand still contained gobs of man sperm on several of his fingers. I hungrily licked his digits savoring every tasty drop. He stretched out his hand for me to clean, then placed one finger into my mouth. I eagerly sucked off the cum. He looked down at me in the dimly lit room as I clean his hand, cock and balls. I took the cloth napkin from my last fireman’s session, dried and cleaned him, wiping and kissing his balls as I showed my appreciation to service him. He once again spoke softly to me.

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“Good performance, young man. Hope to see you around here again some time soon. Ask for Harry, when you return.”

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‘Thank you Sir.” I was pleased and told him my name as I placed his shorts back over his boot.

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He stood as I remained at his feet looking up at this hairy stud fireman. He reached his hand down to help me up from the floor. Just as he pulled me up, we heard another man’s voice talking to Mike in the kitchen. Harry seemed to know the voice and rubbed my head and left by the rear door.

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I was reminiscing on the contentment of my last fireman, and wondered if I should return to the kitchen. I dusted off my pants and sat down on the chair to rest as another man entered the room. He didn’t seem timid as he walked over to me where I rested on the chair. He unzipped his pants and maneuvered himself directly into my face. I glanced up at him briefly and dropped to my knees to suck on his cock. His cock seemed average size at first, but as I continued sucking his prick and licked on his balls, it grew to be rather large. I continued sucking on him and with out a word to me, he let loose with a moan and dropped a big load into me. He sighed and after he was satisfied he walked away from me and put his semi-hard member back in his pants and left the room. He spoke to someone in the other room after he left.

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I wiped my lips and chin just as another fireman entered the room. This one was taller, wide shoulders and very masculine. He was fully attired in full dress uniform: a jacket, tie, white shirt, pants and cap as if he had just come on duty or from a meeting. As he walked towards me I stood. He immediately looked at me and said in a deep questionable voice.

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"Are you the new cock sucker?" 

 

Before I had a chance to answer, he took off his cap and jacket and placed it on a near by chair. He was wearing red suspenders under his jacket, and as he undid his pants he motioned for me to come to him. He sat down to take off his boots. I immediately dropped to the floor at his feet and proceeded to remove his firemen black boots. He seemed surprised but delighted at my gesture. I removed both boots and continued to remove his musky work socks. I wiped his damp feet with one sock and then leaned over to lick the apex of his long manly foot. The crest of his foot was sparsely covered with soft bristles of hair. I licked first one foot then the other. He stood as I removed his neatly pressed, blue fireman’s slacks from his long sturdy legs, and then I placed them on the near by chair with his coat, hat and other clothing.

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I looked up at his towering manly form; I was pleasantly surprise, to discover he was wearing a black netted Jock Strap instead of the traditional white boxers. The impression of his large bulge behind the cup of the netting was exciting. I arose from the floor and positioned myself to a kneeling position to respect and provide pleasure to my new master. I lean forward to breathe in his alluring masculine body. I inhaled another deep whiff of his moist jock strap to engulf his body sweat, a hint of urine, and possibly dried pre-cum. I began to kiss and caress his jock region, and the incredible bulge hidden within the halter. I could not contain my lust. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I had to touch and make love to his prized manly equipment. I tugged slowly at the side of the Jock Strap to release my prize. I managed to energize him during his undressing and foot worship procedures. He was very hard and ready for sexual love and release.

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I tugged one side of the strap to release his huge balls and hefty uncircumcised cock. His member was already fully erect and I assumed to measure to be about 8 or 9 inches long and 6 inches around. I respectfully guided his cock to my mouth, to taste the piss head and to tongue underneath his long hooded foreskin. I could taste the sweet previous pre-cum smegma: perhaps the residue of a previous orgasm. It had the alluring aroma of sperm from his manly cock. Gently I caressed his balls and released them from the netted cup and then I inhaled another whiff of the moist musky man sweat on his balls. I licked and kissed them to show admiration to his sperm producing ball sacks.

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He was getting so aroused, that his large crimson cock head was beginning to crest from the long lacy foreskin that sheltered his manhood. I knew he desired me to begin to suck the burning love juices from his big cock before he burst into spasms of sexual fantasy. I positioned my lips once again on the cock head and moved my tongue into the caverns of his foreskin. He sounded out a sigh of pleasure.

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He had such a beautiful large cock that I lustfully desired to give pleasure to him. I began my practice of cock sucking, going up one side and down the other side, licking and loving a well-deserved cock. It was magnificent as it jetted out from his solid frame. It was truly the essence of fireman masculinity resembling a fireman’s hose.

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I continued to make love to the cock and balls. He stood there like a towering tree with his hands on his hips and his legs spread. I went under his balls to lick and savor his manly body musk. I was in a heavenly location of pleasure. I sensed his passionate desire to release his load. I immediately went back to his manly cock to drain and savor his love juices. He thrust his body forward as I continued my cock sucking motions. I first tasted his sweet pre-cum before he let loose with a long deep vocal moan, shooting a gusher of hot delicious cum into my welcome mouth. I could not swallow fast enough. He kept cumming and cumming until his love sperm was running from my mouth, down my hand, and onto his feet.

I was thinking to myself how I would like to suck this one off more than once and could feel him charging up for a nice long sensual orgasm. He began to moan, and then he pushed my head down on his big cock as he released his cum. He shot several loads as I pulled back so I could taste his sweet cum. I continued to swallow every warm drop of his manly sperm as he filled my mouth with his loads.

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I drank his cum as fast and as much as I could. I licked off his cock head and tweaked down his big cock as the juices dripped from his piss slit. I remembered some cum had dripped on his feet, so I dropped to his feet to lick off the remaining cum. He flinched as my tongue licked the very last of the cum. He was sensitive and ticklish. I set back on my hind legs and looked up at this towering stud as he looked down at me and said.

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"You’ll do, cocksucker! Very good young man. You can come back anytime you have the need to drain some more dicks. Just see me first, Captain Larry, and I line up a few men for you to service. See you another time. I have some sleep to catch up on."

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Then he walked out of the room leaving me filled with 4 nice loads of hot firemen cum. I thought I had done my good deed for the day and began looking for John. I went back to the kitchen where he was playing cards with the young cook. He looked up at me and said.

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"Ready to go? Did you get enough man cum for tonight?" Then he smiles as I nodded my head with satisfaction.

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We left the fire station and went back to the party where I got a lift home with a friend. He asked me if I had enjoyed the party and I said I had a very good time. He never discovered where I had gone that evening or of the pleasure I had given our well-deserved public servants. Needless to say, I returned to the firehouse several times that year, and had a nice fill of firemen cum each and every time.

Word Count, 3505 01/27/2005

Story written by Dick Clinton eyeMrich1@msn.com

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Garage Mechanic- Time for a tune up.

Story by Dick Clinton, eyeMrich1@msn.com

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I was brought up in a small farm town in the Midwest America. I guess I would be considered the town 'male whore'. Most of the guys in my town were straight, but was always willing to get a good blow job or fuck a young good-looking boys ass; and I was always ready to service them. I never thought of myself as being Queer, in fact I never thought of it until I was much older. I always preferred older boys and men because they treated me very well. I learned to get fucked when I was still in grade school by some of the older farm boys, and the more I got fucked, the more I wanted it.

I remember one day Dad and I went into town to get the truck worked on, so he left me at the garage with the owner, George, while he did some shopping at the lumberyard. George usually found someway to get me alone so he could fuck me. We hadn’t been together for several weeks. Not since the last time we took our truck into the garage to be fixed. George motioned for me to follow him to the back storage room of the garage; he locked the doors, quickly bent me over the 50-gallon oil can and fucked the hell out of me. He was so passionate and rough that day. I knew he hadn’t had a piece of ass for some time. I knew from my other sessions with him, that he was always rough with me, but I liked it that way with him.

He was such a hot dude. Most of the women in town were panting over his six foot two, hot muscular body. I think it was his rippling abs, his tattoos, his sexy dark hair, and that big bulge in his tight coveralls that got them horny for him. I knew most of them would be so envious of me, if they knew I was getting this straight stud’s dick up my boy pussy,… and what a dick it was too!.

He barely gave me a chance to pull down my jeans, when he was spitting on his cock and was quickly shoving it into my asshole. Boy, did I feel him that day! I gave out a whimper when he entered me so roughly. That didn’t stop him; in fact I think my whimpering turned him on even more. I knew that after I got used to his large cock in me, I would enjoy it. He fucked me hard and fast that day, and when he came in my ass, he hit my prostate and I shot all over the oil can. My sperm shot out of my dick, ran down the side and onto the floor. I often wondered if anyone ever noticed the cum stains on the oil can and on the floor. He never said anything to me before the fuck, but afterward, he leaned over to kiss the back of my neck, slowly eased his semi hard dick from my wet asshole, and slapped my butt.

“Hey buddy. I sure needed that. Your dad’s truck is probably fixed by now, but I told his mechanic to tell him he should bring it back in again next week for a tune up. I want you to make up some excuse to get away for the afternoon. I have a hot ex-marine buddy coming to visit next week, and I want him to experience a good piece of boy pussy. I’ll make some arrangements to go next door to the motel for a good fuck session. You might have to blow the motel clerk, but he’s cool. Okay?

Now get your sweet ass out of here before your dad wonders where you are.” He said as he slipped a twenty into my pocket and patted my ass as I left the storage room. “Remember. Next week for a tune up.”

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