Fireman at the hole, Part 01

FIREMAN AT THE HOLE

This story contains explicit descriptions of man-to-man sexual contact and domination. If you find this type of story offensive or if you are not of legal age in your state or country, read no further. All of the characters in my story are over 18 years of age.

Story by Dick Clinton eyeMrich1@msn.com

1. Part 01, Condo Living 

I lived in the San Francisco area right after I had moved from Scottsdale, Arizona.  I had found a nice condo apartment in the Marina Area, which I was to share with three other men.  We each had our own bedroom and bath.

 The condo had a nice size back yard with a pleasant garden, patio, and a small pool. Next to the fence was a storage shed, which shared a wall with the neighboring condo. 

Bruce

The other three men living in the condo worked various hours throughout the day and night, giving me ample time to myself for either reading or relaxing in the back yard.
    
Victor was a handsome city police officer of Italian descent. He seemed quiet, until you got to know him, but when he did open up, he would joke, and tell a few stories about the people he worked with or his family presently living in New York.  He was fun to be around and I was especially fond of his Brooklyn accent.
 

Victor

Bruce worked as a trainer at a Gym during the day, and as a bouncer at a disco dance club at night.  We called him “Big Bad Bruce”, but he was a kind and gentle person once you got to know him. 
 
 Then there was Todd, the male model, and actor.  He was a narcissist who would spend hours in front of a mirror looking and talking to himself.  He was much sought after model, and had been on the cover of several magazines, including Playgirl.  He had a good personality but projected a dumb blond attitude, which I always thought was part of his act.

Todd

 My name is August.  I consider myself to be masculine, well built, 6 foot 2 inches tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a deep tan.   I am proud of my appearance and felt very comfortable and self-confident around these men.  I may not have the muscles of Bruce, the pretty face of Todd, or the humor of Victor, but I can hold my own with any of them.

The first week at my new home I spent just relaxing and enjoying the back patio and garden area.  I like to read, sunbathe, and exercise in my ‘alone time’, so this was ideal for me.
 
The patio was large enough to use as a ‘workout’ area. The storage building held some gym equipment, and our street bicycles. Part of the building was finished, and could be used for small gatherings or as a game room for card parties.  There was also a small hot tub in an open Gazebo next to the patio and garden. Overall, it was the center of many recreational facilities for everyone.

As I was exploring the storage building one day, I realized it could use some fixing up.  I decided that I would tackle this as my personal project.  After discussing it with my roommates, they gave me full approval and chipped in to buy the paint and supplies I needed.  They would occasionally drop in with new supplies or to chat while I worked.  Sometimes they might even lend a hand. It began as a small project, but it seemed to evolve into a much larger one as time went on.

We added new lighting, and covered one wall with mirrors and added more storage space and shelves. We discovered an unused window air conditioner, installed it, and opened one wall with French doors to the garden area.  Everything was shaping up very nicely and everyone enjoyed helping out.  In addition to my enjoyment of the company of these hot men, it also gave us a way to get to know each other better.

 I was working alone one day in an enclosed closet area, when I saw beams of light coming into the closet from the other side.  Hearing voices, I peeked thru the holes, and saw two men on the other side of the common wall

 I knew that four single men, working for the city fire department, occupied the condo next to ours.  I was curious, so I continued to peek thru the small hole. I had a good view of two men working out with weights.  I realized I was looking thru their closet to the other side.  They either had no doors on the closet, or it was presently open.  I was enjoying my present view, and I wasn’t about to tell any of the men in my condo for fear it might spoil my voyeurism.
   
I sat on the floor of the closet and leaned in closer to get a better look.  I was getting aroused watching these two hot men working out.  I could see right up the one man’s workout pants and see his scrotum. The other fireman had on tight cut-off jeans and was showing a huge bulge and nice firm ass.  I drew out my cock and started to masturbate while watching these two hot sweaty men work out.  I had my eye pressed tightly against the small hole, when a larger section, about the size of a large wooden shingle, fell from their side of the wall.  I was startled to say the least, and quickly sat back, hoping they couldn’t see me.  One of the men looked over immediately, then headed my way.   I grabbed my nearby toolbox to give them the impression I was working. 

“Hello?”  He said as he bent over to peek into the hole.  

I didn’t know if I should speak but I did anyway. “Hey there.  It seems like we have adjoining rooms.”  I said nervously as I sat up to a kneeling position.

 “I’m August from next door. We have been doing some repairs over here, and apparently the wall is rather thin in this spot.  I was painting and must have knocked something loose on your side.  Sorry about that.  I’ll fix it right away.”  I said nervously as I gathered up some tools from the toolbox.

The fireman sat down at the other side of the wall, trying to peek thru the hole and said.  “Oh that’s O.K.  That hole has been there ever since those gay dudes lived there.  This was our ‘relief station’, as we use to call it, but since they moved away, it hasn’t been used.”  He seemed very nonchalant about sharing this information.

 It was still dark on my side of the wall, and he couldn’t see my face but I was observing his, in the light of their room.  He had a nice strong face with a slight cleft in his chin.  His face glistened with sweat and around his head; he wore a sweatband, keeping his dark blond hair from his face.  I had seen his body earlier in his tight Jean cutoffs and he looked great.
 
 His buddy walked over to see who he was talking to at the hole. 

 “Hey Brad, who the fuck are you talking to?  Did the cocksuckers move back, or just come to give us a visit?  I sure miss those hot cock sucking mouths.”  He said as he grabbed his cock thru his shorts.

  “If it is one of my gay buddies, I could sure use a good blow job.”  He said as he walked over next to Brad.

 Brad didn’t say anything, but stood up as Carl pulled his cock from under his shorts and moved towards the hole.

  I was rather taken back by the casual way they talked about getting a blow job from the gay cocksuckers that used to live here.  Before I knew it, Carl had placed his semi-hard cock into the large hole waiting to be serviced.  I hesitated but realized I might as well take advantage of this situation. After all, I loved to suck a good cock, and I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this. I was already positioned on my knees, so all I had to do was lean forward, and touch his cock with my tongue. When he felt my eager tongue, he pushed his body against the wall.

 “Yeah! Hot damn! We’re back in business. Our ‘relief station’ is open.  Wait for me to get my nuts off, then you can have a turn.”   Carl said to Brad.

  “ Man, I’m so fucken horny.  Wow!  That feels so fucking great.  Oh yeah, cocksucker.  Work it.  Work it.  My ‘old lady’ left me a couple months ago and I haven’t had any pussy since.  I need my fire hose drained.  At the rate this cocksucker is working, it’s not going to take me long to pop my nuts,” Carl continued as he shoved his dick farther into the hole. 

  “Oh yes, baby.  Make it feel good.  That’s it.  Suck it! Suck it!

 I continued to service Carl’s big hot cut cock as he moaned, sighed, and talked dirty to me.  He back from the hole just long enough to pull his shorts down, and then he returned to give me full access and control of his balls as well as his cock.  The manly scent from his sweaty and musky balls was a real turn on.  It wasn’t long before he was ready to cum. I was trying to hold off his orgasm as long as I could.  I sucked on his cock for a few more minutes until he started pumping my mouth begging for relief. Then he let go and shot his load.  His bittersweet cock juices flowed into my mouth as he moaned and groaned with pleasure.

He bumped hard against the wall as he shot out several gushes of his cum and shook with orgasmic spasms.  He must have been right about no sex for months; because he came so much I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. It ran out of my mouth and down my chin.  I finished draining his cock and licked off the remaining juices from my hand as he was still jerking and moaning enjoying the feeling of sex.  He sure loved to cum.  Slowly he pulled his cock out of the hole. 

 “Man, I’m glad you’re here” he said.  “I needed that, but I need it every day.  I come here to work out all the time, so keep watch.  Thanks buddy.  Later”. Then he pulled up his shorts and moved away.

 
 I was hoping Brad would come back to the hole for a blow job.  I wanted to see if that bulge in his shorts really was as big as it looked.  He came into the closet and shut the door.  He undid his buttons very slowly and let his cutoffs drop to the floor.  His cock was already half hard and almost popped out of his cutoffs.  I took it in my hands before it got completely hard.

 He was uncircumcised and the foreskin was hanging down over his cock head.  I pulled him closer and placed my tongue under his foreskin searching and tasting the pre-cum juices along with a salty taste of sweat and a hint of piss.  He tasted as good as Carl. He relaxed and enjoyed my cock sucking mouth as he gave me his manhood. 

  His cock quickly got hard as I worked it up and down and in and out, sucking and licking every inch of his now 8-inch cock.   I held his balls in one hand and buried my nose next to his warm hairy balls.  I inched one finger towards his warm hairy asshole, then withdrew it and tasted his body sweat. He was sensitive near his asshole and I didn’t want to arouse him too quickly, so, I concentrated on his cock and balls. His cock head had emerged from the silky pink foreskin. 

  He slowly pulled away from the wall and turned around bringing his tight buttocks into view.  He bent over and spread his buttocks placing his brown asshole directly over the hole.  I was happy to accommodate him, as I placed my nose into his ass crack, and savored the manly scent of his sweaty ass. My tongue was desperately searching for his sweet sphincter as I continued to lick his butt crack.  Soon I found the puckering bud and did a deep tongue action into his sweaty asshole.  He backed into the wall as far as he could, enjoying my flicking tongue fucking. 

He continued to jack off as I rimmed him deep and fast. His asshole began to tighten.  He quickly moved his wet oozing cock back to the hole and shot his hot cum on my face and lips.  I guided his pulsating cock into my mouth to savor his warm sperm. He gasped and leaned into my face generously giving me the remainder of his juices.  I gradually sucked his cock dry and milked down every creamy drop of his sweet manly nectar.

 
  I finished sucking and licking all the cum from his nice cock.  He stood there for a minute to catch his breath and get his composure and then he leaned down to the hole. 

   “ I’m glad you’re here, too.  I was going to apologize for Carl’s blunt approach, but if he hadn’t spoken out as he did, this might have never taken place,” Brad said as he sat on the floor by the hole. “ I guess you know there are four of us here.  We all stay pretty horny, so you can be sure there will be plenty of dicks for you to suck.  The other two guys are sleeping right now, but they’ll be out soon to work out.  We’ll keep this closet door open and you can watch us and whenever you’re in the mood, just dangle your finger from the hole and one of us will be happy to accommodate you.

Brad got up and left the closet open.  Still within my view, he went over to the open toilet and took a short piss. I watched him point his semi-hard cock to the bowl as he pissed a golden stream.  His long foreskin was starting to cover his cock head again while he pissed. He milked it down and squeezed out the last drop of piss. 

 
 I heard the two firemen leave the gym shed, laughing and talking as they went back into their own condo.  I was still sitting on the floor of my closet attempting to place a shingle over the hole to hide it from my roommates when I heard the door open from the fireman’s side of the shed.  The hole was still exposed, so I sat quietly until I heard someone pissing into the nearby stool. 

I slowly peeked into the hole and saw another hot looking man standing in front of the stool.  He had lowered his workout shorts down over his firm buttocks and was exposing his hard muscular ass.  As he drained his cock, he flexed both buttocks, causing his butt dimples to flex.  I wasn’t sure that he knew of the hole yet.  He walked over to the barbell bench, sat down, and took a few deep breaths.  He stood quickly, pulled off his shorts, and dropped them to the floor, exposing his soft low hanging balls and cock.  He adjusted his balls, and then lay back on the bench to do his exercise.

 I had a great view of his full body and his big soft balls hanging down between his legs.  He continued with one exercise, then on to another, changing my viewing angle pausing briefly between each exercise.  I was getting aroused again, watching this naked fireman work out.  I once again released my cock from my shorts, and started to jack off as I watched this hunk do his thing.  At one time, I thought I saw him glance towards the closet.  He would pull on his cock; adjust his big balls and occasionally his hard protruding nipples.
 
Much to my delight, he started to manipulate his soft cock until it was starting to extend and grow.  His legs, still spread over the end of the bench, gave me a perfect view.  His hot young body glistened with sweat from his workout, and his six-pack abs rippled like a washboard.  He adjusted his balls, placed one hand around his cock, and slowly began to jack himself off.  He gently pulled on his balls while a few fingers explored the moist crevice of his asshole area.  His body muscles constricted with each movement. 

 
 I was getting so hot watching this young fireman I too, was jacking off, but I was holding off, waiting for his orgasm.  His hand moved faster and faster and his breathing became quicker and shorter. He sighed, and moaned as he began to release his cum, shooting it up and over his taunt body.  His cum shot in several long streams of white creamy gushes. One stream of cum landed on his lips, and into the corner of his mouth.  His tongue quickly licked and savored his own sperm, while the remaining cum was shooting all over his wet body.  Sperm was running down his chest and gathered into his navel forming a pool.  He shook in spasms as he came, but finally became still as his orgasm subsided.  His one hand rubbed his body with his cum, and occasionally brought it up to his mouth to taste.  It was such a hot scene to watch.  I was about to cum, when he sat up on the bench, looked down at his semi-soft cock and rubbed his remaining cum on his cock.

 He stood momentarily, walked over to the closet, and carefully placed his semi-hard cock into the opening for me to savor. I quickly caressed his cum soaked cock between my lips.  I could taste the salt from his body sweat mingled with his spent cum. I licked and cleaned his semi-hard cock in my warm mouth. He sighed as I continued sucking on his sensitive spent cock.  Then his cock began to get hard once again, as I continued cleaning his cock and moist balls.  He pushed his body closer into the hole as his cock continued to swell, getting harder and fuller. I was pleased that he needed to be drained once more.  Then he quickly started to fuck my face anticipating his release.  His body stiffened as he grunted out loudly releasing another big load of his cum into my receptive cock sucking mouth.

 “Oh my God, I’m cumming!” he called out as he shot another stream of cum.

     

Once more, he stood quietly at the opening as I carefully held his cock in my mouth without movement. I let his remaining cum trickle into my warm mouth and slowly released his penis and squeezed down the last few drops on my tongue. It hung thru the hole still pulsating from the pleasure of his last orgasm. I gently licked the remaining juices from his wet balls and kissed his softening cock. He slowly backed away from the hole as I guided his balls over the partition. Then he said, in a seemingly satisfied voice. 

  “Oh.  Man, that was so hot.  I’ve never had a second orgasm so quickly or as pleasantly before.  You are great, you are great.”  He kept repeating as I was still licking the cum of this hot young fireman from my hand.
 
He walked away from the closet to the workbench where he had first begun.  He picked up his worn jockstrap and wiped his armpits, cock, balls and the crack of his buttocks and then he came back to the closet and pushed the jock strap into the hole as an offering for my services. 

“Here, cocksucker, you deserve a little prize for your job well done.”  Then he walked away once again, headed to the shower area, to wash away the remaining sweat and cum from his body. I would have been more than happy to clean his whole body with my tongue, but perhaps another time.

 
 I was ecstatic with the offering of his manly scented jock strap.  I placed it to my nostrils to inhale.  I could sense the musk of his body, a hint of his piss, sweat from his ass and perhaps his dried pre-cum.   I continued to jack off as I inhaled and licked his jock strap while watching his perfectly fit body under the warm waters of the shower. As I explored and caressed his jockstrap, I noticed on the back of the elastic band was an ink imprint, of a name.  It said “Robin”.  What a good name for such a hot man. 

 As I continued to masturbate while watching Robin in the shower, I heard another man’s deep voice speaking to Robin.  Into my view came a medium height man about 30 years old with short well-trimmed hair, and hard rippling muscles. Here was another hunk. A chain link tattoo wrapped around the large, ‘hard as steel’, bicep of his right arm.   As he strutted across the room he seemed to be admiring Robin’s nude, wet body. 

Continued.

Word Count 3.571

Story by Dick Clinton at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com