Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 10:37:57 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Fire on the Mountain

			   FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     There is a curious unreality about a major fire nearby on the
mountain. You can see the smoke, heavy, thick, a wall of billowing gray
smoke that reaches up and fades out until it blends with the clouds in the
sky and you can't tell which are which. The smoke clouds seem as harmless
as any other clouds. The trees block most of the sight of fire when you're
on the ground, there's never those majestic tongues of flame reaching up
that they show you on television, because those are taken from close up and
usually from helicopters. You have to be up next to the fire for that.
     But this fire was close to home just the same; it was on the next
ridge over from my home, and you could see from the smoke that the wind was
blowing it up the mountain's side, away from my home. So my home was
safe...this time.
     There was a big yellow pickup sitting in front of our
house. Department of Public Safety, and there was a man talking to my
mother.
     I walked up to them and they turned to me. "You must be Justin." the
man said.
     "Yes, sir." I said.
     He stuck out his hand and I took it, and he shook it, and I wondered
what was going on. "How old are you, son?" he asked me.
     "Fourteen, nearly fifteen. Mom, what's going on?" I responded. "Do we
have to evacuate?"
     "No, son, not that at all." the Public Safety man spoke up. "Just
asking your mother if we could send the fire crews here on relief."
     "Relief?"
     "Rest periods." the man clarified. "The men need a chance to sleep and
clean up, a place of safety. Not many cleared areas around here which are
safe and we have to keep the roads clear. This place is perfect, it's less
than ten minutes by vehicle to the fire line; it'll make a great rallying
place as well, for the new crews as they arrive."
     "So where they going to sleep?" I asked.
     "They'll have sleeping bags and we'll set up tents in the yard here
for them." the Public Safety man explained. "They just need to be able to
use your water and such."
     I knew my mother enough that she wouldn't leave it at that, and she
didn't. "I got a big pot of meat boiling, and by sundown I'll have a beef
stew waiting for them." she said.
     "You don't need to do that, ma'am." the man protested.
     "Nonsense." My mother had clear ideas about hospitality. "They're
protecting my home, after all. I know if my house were threatened, my
neighbors would be doing the same. Just tell them that they can make
themselves at home here. Anything they want, they can just help
themselves."
     "Really, Mrs. Lawton, you don't have to do that." the man said.
     "Give up." I advised him.
     "What's that?"
     "You won't change Mom's mind." I said. "The more you argue, the more
she's going to insist on doing to help."
     My mother beamed at that. "It's just being neighborly, that's all."
she said. "And with a fire on the mountain, you got to help out as best you
can."
     "I'll let the men know." the man said. "They'll appreciate it, I
know."
     As the Public Safety man took off, Mom said, "All right, Justin, I
want you to help me clear out the living room and dining room. Those men
can lay their sleeping bags in there, and watch television and I'll make up
lemonade and keep a pot of coffee going. Those men are going to want coffee
and cool lemonade, I'm glad I bought that big bag of lemons when they were
on sale...."
     Mom kept me busy, all right, but I sneaked looks as the trucks
arrived, men setting up the tents and cots. Looked more comfortable than
our floor, I figured I was wasting my time clearing the front of our house
for them.
     Around sunset, the men began to arrive from the fireline, taking a
rest while fresh crews took their place on the line. Fire crews do that
when there's plenty of men to fight the fire and it's not too intense. If
that fire got worse, they'd want the men as rested as they could, they'd
then work non-stop around the clock and sleep when and where they
could. Mom had me busy helping her serve out the stew she'd made and the
lemonade. The men were used to this sort of hospitality, I guess, from the
mountain people like us, for they didn't argue, just got in line and said
thank you and took it.
     I spent the time I wasn't digging into the stew pot watching the
men. Sitting around, either on the cots or folding chairs they'd brought
along, or just squatting on the ground, comfortable as so many Indians
resting just on their own heels. They wore these huge, heavy garments, like
rain gear only heavier, those coats barely moved on them and folded stiffly
at the joints. When they'd take it off, the coat would hit the ground with
a sort of thump, and every time (maybe it was because of those heavy
clothes), the man underneath was big, beefy, strong, like so many football
players or weightlifters.
     I was surprised, too, how good-looking nearly all these men were, it
was like firefighting attracted the cutest men. There was one group of six
men and not a one in the group was anything but great-looking. I mean, one
had dark-haired good looks, another was blond-haired with a thick mustache
good-looking, another was even blonder nearly white-haired and looked like
he'd be more at home on a surfboard, but they all wouldn't have any trouble
getting work in a movie or something.
     I was staring at these men, I admit it, and one of them saw me looking
and lifted his coffee cup up in the unmistakable gesture. I got the
coffeepot, the metallic kind you heated on a stove or over a campfire's
open flame, and went out to fill his cup.
     "This your home, kid?" the dark-haired one asked me.
     "Yes, sir." I said.
     "Really nice of your mother to feed us."
     "You can sleep inside, too, if you want." I said. "We cleared out the
living room and dining room so you can throw sleeping bags or such. And,
and, if you want to take a shower or something, we got two bathrooms, one
of them's next to the kitchen, and the other is upstairs in my room." That
sounds strange until you realize that the upstairs of our house wasn't
really a second floor, just an attic, part of which had been converted into
my room. Dad and Mom hadn't wanted me walking down the stairs to the
bathroom at night, so they'd put in a bathroom for me when they built
it. In case you're wondering, my Mom and Dad were divorced, and Dad still
officially lived with us, but right now he was working the summer in an
off-shore oil rig and only came home a couple of days a month. I think he
and Mom still had sex sometimes on his visits home.
     The firemen were all dirty and grimed with the smoke of the fire
they'd fought all day long. "Thanks, kid, I'll take you up on that a bit
later." the man said. "Right now, I'm too tired to do anything but just sit
here and let my muscles ache." And he flexed a huge bicep which I stared at
hungrily. He watched me staring and grinned, flexed it again.
     "Justin?" Mom called me. "Justin, it's ten o'clock. Time for you to go
to bed, young man." Out loud, right in front of everyone."
     "Aw, Mom!" I groaned like any teenager would at that. The guys laughed
softly.
     "Better get what sleep you can." the dark-haired man advised. "We'll
be going up there for those showers in a bit. Be a whole parade of guys in
and out of your room, getting dressed and undressed. You sure you're going
to be able to sleep through that?"
     I threw a boner at the thought of these men, naked in my room, and I
stammered, "Oh, uh, tha-tha-that's okay, you just come up whenever you want
to."
     His eyes weren't looking at my face and I could tell he was looking at
my hardon. I looked down but it didn't stick out much. "We will. Now, go be
a good boy and head up for your bed. Better take your own bath tonight, you
may not be able to get in there in the morning."
     I took my shower but I didn't sleep, just got under the sheet and lay
there, waiting.
     Feet on the staircase, the doorknob turned, and I looked over. My
dark-haired friend was the first one upstairs. "You still not asleep?" he
asked me as he sat on my chair and worked on tugging off those thick, heavy
boots. I'd left the light on in the bathroom so the guys could see when
they came in.
     "Nah." I said. "It's a hot night."
     "You should sleep naked." he advised me. "It's what I do in summer."
     "I am." I grinned at him. "Just a sheet on me."
     "Attaboy." he grinned back. He stood up and hitched at his suspenders,
and those big yellow pants stood of their own, he had to sit back down and
kick at them to get them off. He was only wearing a pair of white briefs
and a t-shirt now, and he grinned at me. "Know how firemen are different?
We pull these pants on both legs at a time. Only way to get them up."
     I laughed at that and he stood up again and pulled the t-shirt over
his head. God, the look of a man's bare chest! Bulging, clean muscles on
his arms and the well-developed chest tapered down to a narrow waist, most
of the body clean of hair and shining from sweat. He took it off, stood
there with the t-shirt still dangling from one hand and looked at me and I
licked my lips, wondering if he'd strip the rest of the way, but he smiled
again and went on into the bathroom. He didn't close the door and I debated
the entire time he was in there if I could sneak a look in there. I had
pretty much decided to get up when he finished his shower and try for a
glimpse as he got out, but another fireman came in at that time, so I gave
it up. It was the blond mustached guy, and I watched him do the same as the
other guy, stripping down in front of me. I watched him like I did the
other guy, he just grinned as he took off his t-shirt. He was really
hairy-chested.
     "Hey, Gio, hurry up in there! I'm waiting!" he called out.
     "Keep your shorts on, Bob, I'll be out in a minute." Gio (my
dark-haired stud) returned.
     I heard the shower cut out and was wondering if I could get a look
anyway by pretending to need to take a leak, when Gio walked on out, stark
naked, and still dripping wet!
     "Go on, get in there." Gio said as he toweled his body. He wasn't
covering up anything! I could see his cock, dangling down, water dripping
off it as it seeped out of his pubic hair.
     Gio finished with his head and lifted up one arm to towel under his
armpit and saw me staring. "What's the matter, kid, you never seen a naked
man before?" He asked me.
     "No." I admitted. "Just the kids at school sometimes."
     "The equipment's the same." Gio said. "Just bigger."
     He kept on toweling off, and now I got the feeling he was deliberately
showing himself off to me. I mean, there were times he would turn for no
good reason I could see, but that he was working on a part of his body that
would have been covered if he hadn't turned. When he was done, he tossed
the towel over the back of the chair and came over and sat down on my bed,
still naked and I sat up in bed. "You've been staring at me since I got
here." he said to me. "Mind if I ask why?"
     I kind of shrugged. "Never seen firemen up close before." I said.
     "Didn't know what one looked like?"
     "Not up close?" I admitted.
     "Do I look like a fireman ought to look?" he asked me.
     "Not now." I joked. "You aren't wearing your fireman's outfit."
     He stood up and I wondered if he was leaving but he just got the hat
which Bob (the guy now in my shower) had worn inside and he put it on. "Is
that better?" he asked me.
     "Yeah." I said. "Now you look like a fireman."
     "Want me to put on the rest of it?"
     "No." I said. "You look fine just like you are."
     He got up with one knee on my bed and one foot on the floor, facing me
and I looked up at him as his hand came in at me. I didn't move, just
watched as he grabbed the sheet top and yanked it back, tossing it toward
the foot of the bed, and I gasped.
     "Now you're in uniform." he said as he regarded my naked
body. "Thought you were sporting a boner in there."
     "Yeah." I admitted weakly.
     "You can't be a fireman if you don't know how to handle hoses." Gio
said.
     You'd have to be stupid not to know what he was saying to me, and I'm
not stupid. I looked down at his crotch and his cock was rising up at
me. It was big and thick, uncut, rising up the way a cow's head rises up
from grazing to stare at you, and my hand came up and caught that broad
dong and I looked up at Gio with his cock in my hand and he smiled.
     "I can handle it." I said.
     "I figured you could, kid." Gio said.
     I slid my hand up and down on that fat pud and Gio's hand came down
and caught my dick and I gasped. "I'm pretty good with hoses myself, you
know." Gio said.
     "Yeah?" I panted. Gio's hand was working my pud, really making me
quiver. God, I had this gorgeous stud, this muscled fireman, pumping my
dick.
     "But there's more to being a fireman than handling the hose." Gio
said.
     "Yeah?" I panted.
     "You also have to keep them clean." Gio said. "You know how to clean
your hoses?"
     "No, sir." I gasped.
     "You have to wash them off, like this." Gio said as he slid down onto
his stomach and I gaped as he took my dick in his mouth! I was a
fourteen-year-old virgin and this night, I was getting my cock sucked!
     "Oh, Jezuss!" I moaned out.
     "What the hell?" It was the surfer-type fireman, standing there
looking at us. "Damn, Gio, what the fuck are you doing?"
     Gio let go of my cock long enough to say, "What does it look like? Got
some teenage cock here." And he resumed sucking my cock.
     "I see that." the surfer guy said. "I thought he was staring at us a
lot."
     "Hey, Willis, wait your turn." Bob said as he came out of the
bathroom. "I get next shot at him."
     "Okay." Willis said to Bob. "Just don't fuck him too hard. Leave some
for me."
     The thought of these men, all of them, wanting me just drove me crazy
and I groaned, hit my climax. Gio choked a little when I shot my wad, but
he held on while I pumped my load of jizz right into his mouth, kept on
sucking me all the way until I finished spurting and lay back on my
pillows, panting heavily. Then he rose up and wiped his mouth, said,
"That's how you clean your hoses, kid. You ready for your next lesson?"
     Bob produced a jar of Vaseline he'd gotten out of the medicine cabinet
in my bathroom. "Here's some lube for you." he offered.
     "How about it, kid?" Gio asked me. "You ready to get ridden by an
Italian-American firefighter?"
     "Then a German-American one?" Bob asked.
     "Then a Danish-American?" Willis added.
     Another man walked in the door, looked at what was going on. "Hey
guys, this the line to the shower?"
     "Among other things." Bob said. "Line up behind me."
     Gio was rubbing Vaseline in a thick slather on his cock. "How about
it, kid? You ready to do your part to save our national forest?"
     "Sir, I...I don't know." I gasped out. "I never done it before."
     "Don't worry, kid." Gio said. "Our company is expert at popping the
cherries of eager virgins like you. Just leave it all to me."
     I did, let Gio raise my legs and stick his Vaseline-slicked finger up
my butt, work it in and out. As he did this, more and more firemen began to
arrive. God, how many was I going to take on tonight?
     I looked at all of them, all studly, handsome men, and then at Gio and
I grinned. "I don't know how much I can take, but I'm ready." I said.
     "Attaboy." Gio said. "Let's test you out and see how well you do."
     A line of men waiting to fuck me and a hard, thick Italian dick
sliding into my ass, all in the hot summer night. How can I communicate
that night to you, the heat and the lust and the men, all waiting for me?
Gio's cock slid in like I'd been taking men's dicks up my ass all my life.
     Gio almost purred as his cock fitted into me like a hand into a
glove. "You really a virgin, Justin?" he asked me.
     "Yes, sir." I admitted.
     "Boy, you're a natural." Gio said. "All warm and tight, but I don't
feel any blood on my dick at all. You managed to relax your butt the very
first time. Usually takes a lot of practice to manage that."
     His cock was filling me full, and when he began to move his hips up
and down, my arms and legs around his sturdy body, I just moaned in sheer
pleasure.
     "Yeah, come on, Gio, give it to him." Bob said. He was pumping his
cock, naked and waiting. Willis must be in the shower, cleaning up for his
turn. Behind Bob, the men were waiting, all in a row, like this was the
line for the soup and coffee my Mom had ladled out this afternoon. Only
they were waiting for a chance to fuck my ass.
     Gio was a wonderful fuck, he was making me feel things I'd never felt
before. I was moaning and groaning and then I realized how loud we all
were. "Oh, God!" I gasped out. "My mother! She'll hear us!"
     "Don't worry about her." Bob advised. "She's got three men from the
Chicago unit in her room last I saw."
     I would have said more but Gio began to fuck me harder than ever now,
and I was lost in the raw lust of it all. The strong Gio humping my ass,
Bob waiting his turn, more and more men lining up behind him, God, the
thought of it.
     "Ah, shit, kid, I'm coming." Gio gasped out.
     "Come on, hurry up." Bob moaned. "I'm ready to go!"
     "Fuck you!" Gio panted. "Uh, uh, gah-GUH-HUHHHHH!"
     And I got my first load of fireman come right up my ass. I felt the
hot salty seed churning out of his prick, filling my butt and it was kind
of like an orgasm for me at the same time. I didn't come, but God, I loved
the feel of it and I moaned right along with him while he pummeled my ass
like a madman and squirted his jizz into my ass.
     Done, he was panting and gasping on top of me and Bob put his hand on
Gio's shoulder. "Come on, roll off and let me on." he said. He'd already
lubed up his cock with Vaseline.
     "Go easy on the kid." Gio heaved out. "It's the kid's first time."
     "He's ready." Bob adjudged. And I was.
     I had a drained firefighter roll off me and a fresh one climb on. I
put my arms and legs around him and felt that cock (this one cut, but
otherwise just at big as Gio's) slide into me. I moaned and my fingernails
sunk into Bob's back as he put his face down and his mustache tickled my
nose as he kissed me.
     My hands went down and grabbed Bob's buttocks and I pulled him on into
me. Shit, it felt good, having a second dick inside me, just like Gio was
still inside me, only refreshed and ready to go again. I felt ready to take
that entire line right then.
     Bob's movements were smaller, it was more like he wiggled inside of me
instead of lustily humping me like Gio had, but man, it felt terrific! I
saw Willis step out of the bathroom and Gio hand him back his helmet and
Willis looked at me, grinned, and he put it on, strapped it to his head.
     I ran my hands over Bob's hairy, heaving back and I murmured into his
ear for he was holding his head down with his chin resting on my
shoulder. "Come on, Bob, give it to me, shoot it in there, I want it, come
on, fireman, hose me down good!"
     "Huh, uh, guh, you got it, Justin, shit, such a hot boy, damn!" Bob
groaned and he shot his wad, all kind of quiet like he'd fucked me, making
the moment intimate even in this crowd of horny men waiting their
turn. Only the intensity of his breathing was anything out of the ordinary.
     Bob rolled off of me and it was Willis' turn now. He was as athletic
as his build indicated, he grabbed hold of my legs and lifted my lower body
up into the air, and then he shoved his dick into my
already-stretched-and-violated butt and fucked me like that, his legs
straight, bent over me, his hands holding onto my upper back, keeping me
practically standing on my head like that.
     His thrusts were intense, but his cock was thinner than Gio's and
Bob's and it didn't bother me. I felt again that sort of not-orgasm as he
hunched into my body and I kind of quivered as he rose to his orgasm and
ejaculated hotly into my ass. I felt it squelch out as he shot it, like my
butt was full now, full of fireman jism, and it ran hot down my back.
     The next man was a sturdy, black-haired man, built powerful and his
biceps were like cantalopes. He got hold of my leg as Willis finished and
when Willis was done, and barely done, he pulled and swiveled me around and
this man fucked me like that, half-standing on the floor, me on my back on
the bed, and he was a real pile-driver. I was fucked so hard my buttocks
began to hurt, not from the cock, but the way his body slammed against
them, almost spanking me with his abdomen. He came with growls, sounding
like a huge bear as he spurted his jizz into me and again I felt come
seeping out of me. Filled up, without a doubt, filled up with hot fireman
come.
     The next guy rolled me over onto my stomach and put me on my knees on
the floor, and he fucked me like that, doggy-style. I didn't even get a
good look at his face.
     The next two guys didn't want to wait, they shared me, one fucking my
ass while the other fed me his cock. I wasn't the best cock-sucker, but
they didn't complain, and I think these two were friends, for they came
together and darned if the guy I was sucking kissed the other guy instead
of me when he reached his climax.
     I don't know just how many times I was fucked that night. I know Gio
came back for a second turn and so did Bob, when dawn was touching the
window. I wondered if I'd be fucked non-stop but then the line was over,
and I looked out my window to see them all climbing into pickups and trucks
and heading out for the fire, still blazing on the next ridge. That fire
looked bigger than ever now, or maybe it was just closer.
     After a time, Mom came up to my room (I barely covered myself with the
sheet in time) and said, "Justin, are you awake?"
     "Yeah, Mom."
     Mom's eyes were shining, and I remembered she'd had her own firemen
visitors during the night. I didn't begrudge her those studs, hell, there
were plenty of firemen to go around!
     "I got a call from Mrs. Williams." Mom said. "She has to evacuate and
wants me to come help her."
     "Oh." I said. "You want me to come along and help?" I was worn out,
but like Mom had said, being neighborly was a way of life here in the
mountains.
     "No, I want you to stay here and keep the coffee going. There's still
plenty of stew left over for the men." Not surprising, Mom had made a huge
kettle of the stuff, depleting our freezer of meat and jars of vegetables
from her preserves to fill it.
     "So I just stay here?" I said. "Sure, Mom."
     A man stepped into the doorway and I saw her look at him and he smiled
and I knew he was one of Mom's visitors the night before.
     "After that, I'm going to stay with the firemen working on the other
side of the ridge." Mom went on. "They need someone there to keep camp for
them." And her eyes slid to the man who smiled again and I knew it was all
a ruse to get Mom and this guy together. "Will you be all right here all by
yourself?"
     "Sure, Mom." I said. "You go on and I'll stay here and take care of
the firefighters."
     "All right, Son." Mom said. "You remember, just help them out anyway
they want you to, give them whatever they want."
     "I will, Mom." I said, trying not to grin too much.
     She smiled. "That's my good boy. I'll bet you're going to be a
firefighter yourself when you grow up."
     "I might." I agreed.
     Mom took off and after a time I heard the trucks pull up. I got
dressed and went down to see the same sight I'd seen the day before, lots
of strong, handsome men all grimy and exhausted from the fight.
     Somebody had put the stew on the fire outside and it was already hot;
so I got busy ladling out the stew and kept the coffee brewing. Once the
men had fed, one of them came up to me and said, "You got a place I can
take a shower?"
     "Sure." I said. "Two bathrooms inside, one next to the kitchen and the
other up in my room."
     "Your room." the man said. "You must be Justin. Gio said your room was
a great place to take a shower. You know Gio?" There were three other men
behind him and they were all grinning in a knowing way.
     "I sure do." I said. "In fact, why don't you all just come with me and
I'll show you where it is." I went inside, a line of firemen behind me, and
more were coming along as they saw us going inside.
     A forest fire can take days to get under control. As for me, I hoped
they'd never put out that fire!

				  THE END
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