Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 20:33:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Scott Langford Subject: Home from State University - 6 A Firefighter's Annual Fund Raiser Ball "Who's got the biggest balls of all?" Who sang that exactly? In our town this is something that happens every August. A way to drive the funds up for the Station. Throw a charity event, and auction off items, bake sale, and to decide which guy gets what month on the yearly calendar. It happens every year, and is attended more than the county fair. Everyone gathers to help out the community. During the day is the bake sale, and items for bid, furniture, etc. at night time is the guys on the calendar contest, letting parents get their kids home early so keeping it a family event during daylight hrs. I couldn't believe this year, that I would be one of those on auction, for a calendar shoot, for a month. How embarrassing is that, to be displayed in homes on the calendar wall, with my shirt off. I don't think I can do this one. This is Keith's style, not mine. "Say Jake, you're up on auction block next!" I wasn't ready for this, but what the hell, it's for a good cause right? I felt Lancer's arm on my shoulder, telling me I was next up on stage for calendar month. Say, Jake, you go out there and swing it like I know you can, get us the $. I went on the stage with jeans and my baseball top on, cap too, moving to the music, and I was slowly taking it off, I took it off and threw it into the crowd. As I danced around topless, I looked into the crowd to see a couple of my former classmates from high school. Jeff and Tracey in the front row holding hands cheering me on. Jeff was a local cop and always known back in the days as a hell raiser and so was Tracey. Jeff was on the high school baseball team with me. He was so damn cute, blue eyes, and dark hair, he played "fill in" for spots on the team, and was a switch hitter up at bat. He wore the lucky #7 jersey, and considered himself Mickey Mantel re-incarnated. He always had such a wild side that refused to be tamed. It was Jeff that got his chest hair first, and gladly went around the locker room after training, beating on his chest like Tarzan. If he saw you had a hair on your chest, since he was the first to bloom, he would come up to the guy, and inspect, and then rip the hair out, claiming "Me king of the jungle here!". So fearless, and luckily I never had to worry about him since I was always smooth. Tracey had been a cheerleader and she was his equal. If I had been a switch hitter, she would have been my first choice. Blonde long hair, and bangs and wore a smirky smile at all times. They were meant to be. Even before they knew it. Just seeing them there, I noticed Jeff had my shirt in his teeth acting like a bulldog tearing it up. I cackled as I continued my dance for the crowd. I was thinking he must be smelling my sweat that I gave off in that shirt, getting nervous about what I was doing. I silently thought, enjoy the rank of it bud! Rewind the clock back to 9 th grade... We all had a homework assignment for English class, to recite poetry in front of the class. Well Tracey decided to give our class a thrill, and recite some AC/DC lyrics. From their album "Dirty deeds done dirt cheap." We had an evil teacher, she had the nickname of Bubbles amongst the students, she was a former playboy model, that one of the dad's had recognized from a magazine back when, and the kids all knew it, even though she was now an English teacher, and was very "Another Brick in the Wall-ish". It was also the same year that I sat behind my grade school crush in class, Jeff. I used to stick my leg right up next to his ass in his jeans in the seat in front of me in class at his desk. All he said about it, is "that feels good". I would have my thigh there all class long in his cleft and he would lean back on it, us feeling the warmth, of the touching. When the bell rang at the end of class, I would reach under and pinch his ass, all he would say is "Oh, nice, me likes." When we would gather at his house at the end of school with the guys from the baseball team, he was one sick fuck, he used to entertain us by making his younger brother suck the dog's dick. We just laughed at it back then. Bubbles announced: "Tracey your poetry reading". Tracey got up front, and started in: I'm ever upper class high society, God's gift to ballroom notoriety, I always fill my ballroom (The event is never small) The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all Oh I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No-one can take you higherEverybody says I've got GREAT BALLS OF FIRE Oh I've got big balls Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best. My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night Oh I've got big balls And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish... Ball sucker! Tracey, was singing it to the lyrics a bit, and groped herself, while reading it to give it full effect. At the end of it, we all cheered and clapped, whoo ooh! Bubbles with a very furrowed brow announced "Tracey to the Principals office now! That's an "F"! Tracey, said it's a real song! It's played on the radio all the time pleading her case. Tracey just rolled her eyes, and strode out of class. Jeff turned back to me, and told me "dude she has balls for that!" and I winked back, "but I'm not sure as big as yours are". Jeff, clasped his balls in his fist, going you can come over after school to find out for sure. Gave me a wink and a tongue roll around his lips looking me dead on as he did it. What a tease! Or was it a more of dare me, just try me. My dick got hard just thinking of it. Bubbles inflamed, shouted out - Jeffrey next! So hunk got up, and opened by saying I have another American poet, from his "Don't say No" series is Billy Squier.. Jeff started in: Now everybody have you heard If you're in the game, then the stroke's the word Don't take no rhythm, don't take no style Got a thirst for killin', grab your vile... You put your right hand out give a firm hand-shake Talk to me about that one big break... Spread your ear-pollution both far and wide... Keep your contributions by your side and stroke me, stroke me Could be a winner boy, you move quite well... You got your number down... Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now You put your left foot out keep it all in place... We couldn't believe it! We went nuts, cheering, and Jeff gave a gracious bow to the class as he finished . He was so proud of himself, Bubbles just looked at him "Go join Tracey Now! That is another F and enjoy Saturday detention" As he walked out of class, Jeff gave a stroking motion to the crowd. I said to myself what a stud! I'd stroke it for him anytime. My hard on in my pants was just bursting. It was that Saturday detention "Breakfast club" that Jeff & Tracey got together. the present: My childhood flash back, in my mind, was shook up as I glanced at the two in the front row. It was Jeff that bid $200 for me to be Mr January. I just blushed, as I carried on. His bid won, so he met me back stage, going "So stud ready to strip for the month of January?" I was like "depends on who's watching...." Tracey said I have the digital, so anytime! Well hon, I told her, I remember you have big balls so you scare me away. She said "Silly boy, then I'll let you shy boys do the photo shoot, and I'll do some shopping. Just don't do the Stroke without me to watch you two boys." Tracey was as cool as ever. Gotta love a girl that has that much confidence and will just let things roll along. I went "whew!" as Jeff clasped me by the neck, and told me I was his next "victim". I felt at ease in his arms, aren't all police officers supposed to be Mr Friendly? He had that nice warm feel to him, and I easily relaxed. I could smell his sweat from his pit, and it had me intoxicated. I was under his spell that is for sure. He released my headlock, with a brushing of my hair. So, tomorrow, about 3 pm? I was like sure. ********************* The next day at the Station I was soaping up real good, and next to me was Brad. "So, you're going today for your photo shoot?". I was like yep, but I don't know if I'll equal your Mr March done by Noel. "How much did your cattle ass go for anyway $25?" "You wish, more like $525." Oh so now you are an owned bitch, for that amount. Brad just smiled, and turned to me with the big smile and perfect teeth, and said, "and I'm worth every penny". I got out dried off, dressed and headed over to Jeff's place. It was a modest place, and he greeted me at the door in a bathrobe. I felt comfortable with him. He told me Tracey was not to be found, just to let the boys play. I didn't know if that was good news or bad. Remembering Jeff's mean streak from older years. So he led me back onto the deck in the backyard. He barked at me "Now strip!" I was a bit hesitant, but did it. I was loose, and not hard at all as my dick just was on display. Jeff, with a gleam in his eye came closer, and took my dick in his hand, and went good boy. He caressed my manhood, and let his fingers go around my nuts. Letting his fingers work on my limp dick. Now I want you to sit in the lawn chair. I did as told. He claimed to be taking only pics above the waist, it was being sexy down below, that lead to great photos. What he did next was come and sit on my abs, taking close ups. I felt his dick under his robe on my body. He seemed to be enjoying me all like that. He said I think these will be enough, meaning the photos, of my torso. Then he leaned forward and kissed my lips. I was like, oh this does feel good, so I just let it happen. We traded tongues for a bit. Then he went to my nips, and licked each one gently. I couldn't move, it was just too good, just a moan from me. A ring, means you like to be dominated right? Thinking of how hot he was, I just agreed nodding my head. He pulled at it, and I groaned more. He got to my dick now hard, and took it in his hand, and pressed his up with mine. He started to jack us both off, with his hands. He said I can do better, and he leaned down and sucked my prick into his mouth. I let out a groan. He bobbed up and down on it. I told him I'm close buddy, he said "not yet" as he moved his ass forward, and then went to sit on my totally hard prick. I was lost at that time. He was working like it a pro. I finally hit his nut and he groaned, as he rode me. We were in bliss, his hands on both my pecs, then I groaned out, and spurt it up his ass. He collapsed on top of me. Kissing my neck, and back to my face, holding my head in his hands. It was at that point I felt him release all over my abs and pecs. "Oh man that was so good". "Now can I tie you up?" I was kind of thinking what does he have in mind? I shrugged my shoulders as he brought out the real handcuffs. He told me to roll over. I did, just thinking how cute he still is. He held my hands together, click. I was face down laying naked, thinking oh, he wants some anal also. It's what I had always thought of, so why not, I just relaxed. I felt his bone at my globes, as he teased it back and forth. Um, Jeff please use some lube dude for both you and me. He obliged and took off for a minute and returned. He had slathered up his cock in that time, I felt it slippery reaching for my hole. He was like "this won't hurt a bit" as I rolled my eyes, thinking yeah sure, easy for him to say. I felt his arms on my back caressing and telling me, how he had dreamed of drilling my hole since teenagers. I felt his head enter, I grunted out, he pulled it back out, so "not ready yet, I can fix that.". He gasped and took a full hand of my hair. Going "so I have to work you up to ride that hot ass, bitch." He reached out with his tongue and went to my ear first, licking the lobe, and he was so sensual, I felt his slippery cock dipping in my ass cheeks, but he was taking his time. He went to my neck next, and I felt electric, as he did it. It was driving me crazy. I felt my ass ache wanting it to be filled by Jeff. This cute boy that turned out to be a cop. He continued down my back kissing and finally got to my ass. He blew on it first. I felt his hot breath. He took his index finger and wetted it with his mouth and slid it in. I moaned in approval. He said "thought so". You just need to be warmed up a bit. It was then he flipped me on to my back, my hands still in the cuffs under us, and he brought his cute face closer and closed down on my mouth, giving me the most sensual kiss ever. I was feeling electric as we laid there kissing. It was then that I felt his cock knocking at my back door now, I was so ready, relaxed and it slid in. Jeff was somewhat of a sloppy kisser, lots of slobber, but I didn't care at that point, and I felt his head enter again. I didn't groan this time. I accepted it and felt the warm of us like we had many years ago with my thigh in his butt cheeks in Bubble's class everyday. He long dicked me slowly, and started up the pace. I took it, and it felt great, this stud on top of me and kissing me back. He hit my right spot, and I didn't care about anything anymore. He shoved my legs back toward my shoulders more, and grunted, and came in me. I felt more alive then ever. I shook with passion. I caressed his big arms and sucked his pecs, and nips. Jeff let out a big groan. He was out of breath, and just collapsed on my chest. He was frenching me, as he did, gasphing for breath.