Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:15:49 -0700 From: Greg Reese Subject: EMT Tryst - Chapter 3 - Adult Friends EMT Tryst - Chapter 3 This is a work of fiction, all the usual legal jargon applies. The characters in this story live in a disease free world, the use of condoms is not portrayed. The real world is very different, practice safe sex, use a condom. I had at least had the foresight to turn my alarm clock on at some point and at six the next morning it was telling me, quite loudly, that it was time to get up and get ready to go on shift. I rolled over to snuggle up next to Tim and discovered that he had left at some point during the night. I replayed yesterday's events in my mind and my cock soon let me know that it really enjoyed the adventure, unfortunately my bladder was letting me know that it needed to be emptied. I got out of bed and managed to will my cock down enough to start pissing. Tim had written a short note and had taped it to the mirror, thanking me for the wild fuck and hoping I'd enjoyed taking his virginity as much as he enjoyed having it taken. My cock hardened as the last drops of piss dribbled out. I sat on the toilet and proceeded to stroke my hard cock, crying out as my cum shot out and pooled at the base of my cock. I love the taste of my own cum and was soon wiping the pool with my hand and cleaning my cum off my hand with my tongue. "Fuck Tim, you were fucking hot last night." I whispered to the quiet air and proceeded to get ready for work. The firefighters at my station work a schedule of four days on and four days off while the EMTs work five days on with five days off. Today was the start of my normal five day schedule, I would spend the next five days sleeping at the fire station. The door bell rang while I was packing my clothes, I looked at the clock, seven in the morning, and went to answer the door. Bill was standing at the door, steadying a new bike in one hand and holding out the clean shorts for me in the other. "Hey Bill, you're up early." I said as I reached for the shorts, "thanks, you didn't need to get these back to me this soon though." I continued. "No problem, I'm usually up this early as I like to get a couple hours in of riding before work. Don't think I'll go that far today though, am still sore. So, you busy tonight? I thought I might come over and see if we couldn't get ourselves into some more trouble." He said, winking at me. "Can't tonight Bill, I'm on shift." I replied. "Oh what time do you get off?" Bill asked. "Umm, seven at night on Friday." I said, "I work five on and five off, I'll be staying at the station." I continued to explain as I saw the look of confusion wash over Bill's face. "Oh, well, I guess I'll see you on Friday then." Bill said and started to turn around to leave. "Yeah, I'll come over and see you when I get home." I said. "Sounds good." Bill said waving as he hopped on his bike and rode out of the driveway. "Fuck I gotta taste his ass, and I will, I will have some of that if it's the last thing I do." I thought, patting my hardening cock and silently telling it to settle down. I locked the door behind me, threw my gear in my car and headed to work. I arrived at the fire station a few minutes later and headed for the locker room to put my stuff away. Matt Billings was just coming out of the shower as I walked in. Nude, dripping wet, I had just enough time to check out his body and cock before he wrapped a towel around his waist. "Hey Craig!" He shouted. "S'up Matt? Quiet night?" I asked. "Yeah, had a car fire at three this morning but other than that, nothing." He said as he removed the towel and began to towel dry his hair. Matt Billings always reminded me of a young version of Joey Lawerence. Same sleepy, dopey good looks that Joey had, his body was a spitting image of Joey's and his cock was truly a beautiful masterpiece. He was cut and, soft, he didn't appear to have much in length (not that that matters to me, I've always made it work!) but was thick, very thick and his piss slit was on the underside of his cock head versus in the center. I never inquired as to why or what had happened, no need to really, but knew he was unable to use a urinal because of it so all of his business was done in the toilet. Matt also had two dimples above the start of his ass that matched the two dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. You didn't know which you wanted to do more, hug him because he's so damn cute or just fuck the shit out of him because he's so damn hot. I always sensed a mystery with Matt, he rarely talked much about girls, in fact he rarely talked much about his life outside of work. There are private people in this world and I greatly respect that but I couldn't help but wonder and fantasize that maybe by day Matt was a pure wholesome clean cut lad but by night maybe he turned into a leather pig or a cum slut. What I felt pretty sure about was that I'd never be able to taste his cock or tap into that ass of his, I just didn't pick up a vibe that he and I shared the same tastes, if we even shared anything at all, regarding men. I left Matt to finish drying off and headed to check in with the Captain. James Rockwell was the Captain of our fire department. Most of the men called him "Cappy", which I think is a pretty standard nickname for the men in those positions, I just called him Big Jim. Cappy isn't a big man, heigth wise he stands around five foot seven. Body wise though the man is built and built very well. Big Jim was an amateur body builder in his day and the trophies he has lined on a shelf behind his desk, attest to the success he had when he was competing. Big Jim is also the perfect "Daddy", he's in his fifties, a thick head of salt and pepper hair, closely cropped on the sides, thick moustache that outlines his thick, full lips and a beautiful tuft of salt and pepper hair that sticks out of the collar on his shirt. My mouth always waters and my cock always twitches whenever I'm around the Captain. Big Jim speaks softly but has a loud booming laugh when something strikes him as funny and an even louder and booming voice when he's chewing one of us out for something stupid that we may have done. I've often fantasized about him turning me over his knee, yanking my pants down and spanking my ass until it's a bright red and then gently caressing my ass, trying to take away the stinging, his gentle voice telling me he's sorry but I must behave and he'll make me feel better if I want him to. Eventually his fingers find their way to my hole and his voice takes on a huskiness as he asks me if I'd like for him to make me feel good. In my fantasy I begin to pant as he wets his finger and begins to slowly slide it inside my ass, I groan and I imagine I can feel his hard cock poking my stomach as I lay, spread eageled over his lap. I fantasize him asking me if that feels good and I groan and nod my head yes. I fast forward in my fantasy and now I'm naked, standing in front him, he's nude as well and sitting in his chair, his hand is wrapped around my cock and he's gently stroking me while he strokes his own cock. I look down to take in the thick head of his cock, it's an angry purple and the lips of his piss slit are swollen and wet with his pre-cum. "You want your Big Jim to make you feel better?" he asks me. "Uh huh!" I nod and pant and watch as he leans foward, his moustached lips purse and he kisses the tip of my wet cock and then slowly slides his mouth over the head of my hard cock and down to the base. He's looking up at me, his browns eyes asking me if this feels good. I throw my head back and sigh, answering him that it does feel good and please keep going. I groan again as I feel a finger enter me again, followed by another and then another. I place my hands on top of his head and guide him up and down the length of my hard cock while he adds another finger, I'm now bucking my hips, my cock thrusting down his throat while I fuck my ass on four of his fingers. The fingers soon leave my ass, his mouth comes off my cock and, in my fantasy, he stands, pulls me too him, the hair on his chest scratching and scraping the flesh on my chest, my nipples hardening, he kisses me. He grabs our cocks and begins to stroke both of us while his tongue tenderly searches out my own. My fantasy continues to play out in my mind as I imagine him pulling off of me and asking me if I want his daddy captain to fuck me. I groan and nod my head yes as he spins me around, bends me over his desk and impales me with his thick cock. There's no pain as he thrusts into me, his cock bottoming out, his thick bush tickling my ass. I arch my back and I groan as he begins to fuck me hard, his hands slapping my ass. My cock twitches and throbs as the first orgasm hits me and I rear up, my cock shooting cum over the top of his desk. I hear his voice shouting at me, "Yeah, that's it pup, shoot that fucking cum all over my desk, soak the top of daddies desk." while he continues to pound my ass. I whimper and whine and thrust back, the hands that were slapping my ass are now pinching and twisting and pulling on my nipples. His fantasy voice tells me how much he likes fucking my bitch ass. He asks me if I like riding his daddy cock and I scream out yes. He tells me my bitch ass is making his daddy cock feel good and he asks me if I want his daddy cum and I scream out yes. He continues his dirty talk to me, telling me what a dirty bitch I am and how hot my dirty bitch ass feels around his cock. His fucking me is steady and I think he's never going to cum. He shoves his fingers in my mouth and I eagerly suck and nurse on them, as a pup nurses on his mother's teat. I scream out and cum again, he swipes his hand through the puddle of cum I've left and feeds it to me. He asks if I want to taste his daddy cum and I shout yes as he yanks his cock out of my well fucked and abused ass, spins me around and forces me to my knees. I open my mouth, waiting for his cum as though I'm taking communion, he slaps my face and tells me to close my bitch mouth, he wants to cum on my face. My cock fires again, my cum splashing his leg. He strokes his cock in front of me telling me he's going to paint my face with his daddy cum and to get ready. I close my eyes as he howls and I feel the first spray of his cum hit my forehead and begin to run down the bridge of my nose, my cock fires another load. I don't think he's every going to quit cumming as I feel spray after spray hit my face. It lands on my chin and drips onto my stomach, my cheeks, my hair, my ears. He finally lets out one long growl and tells me to open my mouth. I comply and I feel the cum covered head of his cock push past my lips, instictively I begin to nurse his cock, my tongue cleaning the remains of his orgasm off his cock. He grunts and another stream of cum shoots out past my tongue, landing in the back of my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I soon feel his tongue cleaning his cum off my face. He gets a mouthful of his cum and then feeds it back to me, our tongues duelling over how much each of us are going to get. He does this until my face is clean, my cock fires another load and I'm amazed that I can still cum. He orders me to get on my knees and clean up my mess and I begin to lick at the pools of my own cum that I've left on the floor of his office. He's stroking a hard cock again while he watches me lapping and licking at the floor, I see the mess I've made on his leg and I start with his foot, licking the top of his toes and foot and work my way up his leg. Before long I'm sucking and licking his balls, my tongue darting back and tasting the musk of his hole. I reach out for his cock and he gives me just the head of his dick, stiffens, and shoots another load down my throat. "Any questions Craig?" Big Jim's voice brings me back from my fantasy. "Huh?" I ask, a dazed look in my eyes and I can feel the wetness in my underwear from my leaking cock and hope that I haven't soaked through the front of my uniform slacks. "I asked you if you had any questions?" Big Jim says again, a tone of irritation entering his voice. I glance down, releived that I haven't soaked through the front of my pants, "No sir, no questions." I say, totally oblivious to anything he'd been telling me, I was too busy playing out the fantasy in my head to hear anything he was telling me. He stands and I take a quick glance at his crotch, "Oh my GOD! He's half hard!" I scream in my head as I notice the obvious tenting in his slacks. "Well if you have no questions, go check your equipment, make sure the ambulance is stocked and I'll see you at dinner." Big Jim says, a sly smile beginning to cross his face. "Um, OK." is all I can say as I turn to leave, my cock quickly rising to full mast, tenting out my own slacks, as I make a mad dash to the restroom. I practically ran Tim over as I run into the bathroom. "Whoa! What's the rush?" Tim says. "Nothing!" I shout back as I head for the first stall. I yank my pants down, sit on the toilet and, as quietly as I can, start stroking my cock. It doesn't take long for me to shoot my load as I replay the vision of Big Jim's semi-hard cock tenting his slacks. I wipe my cock off, flush a couple of times to make sure the evidence is gone and as I head out the stall stop dead in my tracks as I see Tim standing there. "Did you just jack off?" he whispers to me. I look around to make sure we're alone, we are, so I quickly walk over to Tim and kiss him. Tim pulls me off and scolds me, "Not here jackass. What if someone walks in?" "Big Jim was briefing me, on what I have no idea, anyway, I went into a fantasy about him." I tell Tim. "When he was done briefing me, he stood up and Tim, I swear to the God's of sex, he had a freaking hardon!" I continued. "You shitting me?" Tim asks, his hand running down to grab his cock. "No man, I'm not shitting you. His cock was tenting out his pants plane as day. Isn't he like totally straight and totally devoted to his wife?" I ask. "Yeah, but you don't know what he was thinking about, hell he coulda been thinking about banging his wife for all you know." Tim said. "Don't get your hopes up Craig, 99% of the men in this station are totally hetero and completely hands off and if you value your job, you'll leave it that." Tim said. "Yeah, you're right, what the hell was I thinking!" I exclaimed, walking over to the sink to splash some cold water on my face. The door to the bathroom opened and in walked the Captain. Nodding to both of us, he walked into the stall I'd just been in, newspaper in hand. We stood there for a few minutes as he heard the rustle of his pants being lowered. Tim nodded for us to leave and headed out the door. I hung around for a few minutes and soon heard what I thought was the tell tale rustling of clothes as a cock is being jacked off. I quickly left to let the Captain do his business and headed to the ambulance to make sure everything was stocked and ready to go. I'd no sooner finished doing my inventory when the fire alarm rang, we were being called to an auto accident on the freeway. As I and the other two EMT's climbed in, the radio crackeled to life and started giving us what few details were known. I was in the back of the ambulance and sighed as it sounded like this was a bad one and we could expect a fatality. This was the part of the job I hated the most and no matter how seasoned you get, it still hits you whenever a life is lost. We arrived on scene and were instantly relieved to find that everyone was, for the most part, going to be OK. There were a couple of broken bones and one suspected heart attack but no fatalities. We went about our business and within a few hours were rolling back into the station. I was flying high on the adrenaline and decided a long hot shower would feel pretty good and would relax me. The hot water cascading over my tense muscles felt good. I hung my head and just stood under the spray of the nozzle letting the hot water wash over me. I heard the shower room door open and was soon aware of someone standing at the nozzle next to me. "Odd, why would someone stand so close to me when there a twelve other nozzles around the shower." I thought to myself. I opened my eyes and turned to see the Captain standing next to me, staring right at me as he lathered his hair with shampoo. "Shit! Do not get hard, do not get hard!" I screamed to myself as I quickly took in the Captain's body. The Captain had his own shower, I found it rather odd that he was in here, especially with me. "Shower's broke." was all the Captain said to me as he continued to stare at me, his eyes soaking in my wet nude body. I glanced down at his cock again, he was getting thicker and it was obvious that he was on his way to a raging hardon. "Like it?" he asks me, I say nothing, trembling with a mixture of excitement and hesitancy. I soak in his body while he rinses the shampoo out of his hair. His chest is covered in the same salt and pepper hair that is on his head. He manscapes as it is neatly trimmed, his dime sized nipples are hard and jut out from his pecs. Hair covers his ripped abs and leads into a neatly trimmed bush. His cock is rock hard and swaying with the movement of his hands, he's thick, the mushroom head of his cock the same angry purple that I fantasized about. His balls are medium size and completely shaved, thick hair covers his massive tree trunk thighs that taper into well defined calf muscles. He turns his back to me and I marvel at the firm globes of his ass. The Captain bends over, his ass cheeks parting, showing me his shaved pink pucker, he makes it wink at me. "You're married." I finally manage to say. "I'm bi." He responds back as he soaks in my naked body and raging hard cock. "I locked the shower door." he says to me, indicating that the Captain wants his privacy. "How'd you know I was into men?" I asked him as I reach over to rub my thumb around his hard nipple. "Just a feeling," he says as he soaps his body up. My hands join his and I reach down, caressing his cock, he groans his appreciation and shoves my face into his freshly washed arm pit. "Lick it!" he orders as I start lapping at the hair in his pit, taking in the fresh clean scent of his skin. My hand reaches down and grabs his balls and I squeeze gently. His cock flexes as a drop of clear fluid forms at the tip and begins to fall to the shower floor. I pull off his arm pit, look at him as he rinses the rest of the soap off his body and say, "So you really were half hard when I was in your office weren't you?" He turns to me, kisses me, his tongue making love to my mouth and after a few minutes, pulls off and says, "I've been wanting to do that since you first came to work here." I groan, slide to the floor and suck his cock into my mouth, my hands caressing his ass, searching for his hole. I get no resistance as I rub my finger along his pink pucker so I start to push in. The Captain closed his eyes, gasping as my finger enters him, his cock flexes in my mouth and I'm rewarded with a stream of his clear nectar. "Oh yeah, fucking feels good." He whispers to me, pulling me to my feet he shoves his tongue back in my mouth again and begins to hump me with his hard cock, his own fingers quickly finding and penetrating my tight hole. "Mmmmm..." he moans in my mouth and I return my own fingers to his ass and begin playing with him. He bucks into me as I gently shove two fingers into his pouting hole. "Oh fuck! Yeah, stretch my hole Craig. Stretch my daddy hole with your fingers. Keep that up and I may have to take a ride on your hot cock!" He says to me. My cock flexes and my own clear juice runs out, coating the underside of his cock, mixing with his own clear juice. "Eat my hole!" the Captain whispers to me. He turns around and bends over, offering me his sweet delicious hole. I squat down and begin eating his muscle ass out. I no sooner started fucking his hole with my tongue when the alarm when off again. "Shit!" Big Jim shouted, "guess we'll have to put this on pause." as he stood up, turned off the showers and headed out to dry off. "Fuck!" I said, standing there, panting, trying to regain my composure. "Hurry up pup! No time to waste, we need to roll!" Big Jim shouts at me and I scurry to get dried off and dressed. As I walked past him, he slapped my ass and promises that we'll finish this up later. My cock jerked and a rope of cum shot out, landing on the floor. No time to wipe it up though as I quickly dressed and followed the Captain out, practically mowing Tim over as he was rushing in to grab something out of his locker. Right before the door closed, I heard him say, "Son of a bitch!" and I couldn't help but giggle, knowing that he must have seen the rope of cum on the floor that I'd shot out. Within a matter of minutes, we're in our vehicles and on our way to a three alarm fire in an abandonded wharehouse that was being used by transients. Stay tuned, more to cum!! 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