Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 02:45:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Emergency 69 Part 2 Emergency 69 Part 2 By Bald Hairy Man Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles. The Captain was wrong about me coming five times that night. I only came three times, but he was right about everything else. I liked everything he did. I felt as if I were a new person. I had discovered new things about myself I hadn't even come close to admitting. I might have thought about being with a man, but never dreamed it could be so good. I had labored under the assumption a good jerk off session was as good as it got. It was as if I had thought a rowboat was an impressive ship and I suddenly was confronted by an aircraft carrier. The Captain and I rested after my first fuck session. "Will, I need to apologize to you." he said. "What for?" I asked. I couldn't believe a man as handsome and masculine as he, could be interested in me. "You're a nice kid and I don't want you to feel used." he said. "Shit, if it's as good as you sitting on my cock, use me all you want!" I said. He laughed. "I can get it a bit better than that." he said. "You know I'm turned on by big, hairy guys?" I nodded. "Well I'm also a size queen. Big cocks blow me from the water. Big bears and big cocks aren't the usual combination. This ain't love, it's pure sex. You're a nice kid and I don't want you to think this is any more than it is. I have an old friend waiting for me at home." "Quite frankly, I like the idea of pure sex." I said. "It seems so good to me, I don't think I ever thought about love. I didn't know sex could be that good. Was it good for you?" "An erection and a orgasm are the usual signs I've had a good time." Captain said. "Have you ever shot off and not liked it?" I was smiling now. "You've got a point there. It was pretty damn good!" "Women can fake an orgasm, men can't. Men are all up front and personal. They can't help it, it's the anatomy that does it." theCaptain said. "I love getting fucked, but it took me a good ten years to admit it. Looking back, that meant I had ten years less of good sex. I was too macho. It just didn't seem right to me I liked a cock poking in my shit hole." "It feels that good?" "It sure does." he said. "And unless my eyes deceive me, you are getting ready for another play period." I tried to hide my semi-erect cock. He stopped me. "You're with a guy who likes cocks, don't hide it; flaunt it!" he said. He stroked it erect. "Uncut, precum dribbling, prime beef. Will, you've got a gourmet's cock. It's a cock I've dreamed about. And damn if I don't want it in my ass again. Are you ready?" I was. This time he stayed on the bed and put his legs on my shoulders. I was afraid I would hurt him as it shoved it in, but he wasn't worried. He had liked it when he sat on it. He loved it when I fucked him. I was trying to be careful and slow. I was making slow strokes deep into the Captain's ass. He was moaning and quivering as I got deep. He squeezed my dick with his tight ass muscles. I was slow fucking when suddenly my cock took control of me. I started to wildly screw him, trying to force my cock even deeper and ramming him like a madman. I couldn't stop and I couldn't shoot off either. I finally popped and squirted a massive load deep in the Captain's gut. I was exhausted and worried. I hadn't considered Captain's feelings and was afraid I'd hurt him. I couldn't figure out what to say. "Damn, that was good!" the Captain said. "I haven't been fucked like that in years. Shit. It was worth the wait." Apparently, I didn't need to apologize at all. He pulled me to his side and kissed me. We made out like teen-agers. He rubbed his cock against me. I felt warm liquid spurt and knew he had shot off too. We both fell asleep. When I woke in the morning, Captain was already dressed. He had to get back to Richmond. I got dressed and went home. A week later, Captain called me and gave me the information I needed to get training. I gave notice at my job and two months later I was in the dorm at the Training Center in Princess Charlotte County. It was a new facility and I had a nice room, complete with a roommate, Mark. Mark was a tall, gawky guy from Roanoke. He had a thick accent and was a real country boy. We got along well. Neither of us had ever been away from home before. It was nice to have a guy who was sort of like me as a roommate. We shared the same likes and ambitions. The program was a combination of lectures, demonstrations and physical activity. The P.E. training was Marine-like and it wiped out about a third of the group. There were several big guys in the class and I was the only one to make it. My fight against flab was worth it. The training was difficult, but I could do it. Mark did well too. The academics were hard too, the worst part was a requirement that we give a weekly speech to the class. Education is an important part of Emergency personnel, but it was an ordeal. I did Okay. Not great, just okay. Much to everyone surprise, Mark was really good. He just spoke naturally, informally. He was well organized and fast. He said what he had to say directly and sat down. Mark and I were both stars in the shower room. There were a lot of good-looking guys in the group and we weren't in that group. Mark was horse hung and not at all shy about it. He was a bit goofy looking, but when guys joked about it, he just smiled and said he was manly where it counted. One guy, Joe Allandro, was on Mark's case all the time. He was well muscled, six two and handsome. He knew he was good looking and was proud of it. He was also smart and had been in the Marines for four years. He was made the Captain of the Corps of Students and was the school's front man for interviews and publicity. He would have been a natural leader, if his personality had been right. It wasn't. He was nasty and demeaning when someone made a mistake, or didn't do it exactly the right way. He also had a clear idea of the way a fireman, or paramedic should look. Mark was as far from that ideal as a man could be. I was second furthest, but he didn't seem to think I was worth the effort to bother. Mark was his target. At first Mark just laughed it off. One day Joe went after Julie Novac, one of the best women in the group and Mark went after Joe big time. From then on it was open warfare. Mark was out gunned until we met in the shower. Joe lived off campus since he lived near by. We were in the final P.E. tests and doing a five-mile run, when Mark's fortunes changed. Immediately following the test we were to have a banquet honoring the Governor, who was visiting. The Governor was on a tight schedule and had to be gone by eight. Joe didn't have enough time to go home to shower and change, so he was assigned to our dorm to get showered and dressed. Some of us guys were in the shower when Joe walked in. He hung up his towel and took the shower head next to Mark. Mark took one look at him. "Where in Hell is the rest of your cock?" he asked. Joe was health club toned and just about as well built as you can be without major chemical enhancement. He was shaved smooth and perfectly tanned and he possessed a two-inch dick. There is nothing wrong with a two-inch dick, I later discovered all inflate well, but Mark was a good seven inches soft. Mark's cock was flanked with bull balls in a hairy sack. Joe had two marbles. "Is it big enough to work? How do you work it in a cunt?" Mark continued. Joe was so taken back by the comments he was speechless. Everyone in the shower was trying hard to keep from laughing. "It sure explains why you've been on my case. They asked me to donate mine to the Smithsonian. Maybe they would want yours, if they have a children's section." Johnny Miller, another one of Joe's victims burst out laughing. I will admit that cock size insults aren't the most sophisticated form of attack, but Joe's personality made all things fair. We all left the shower, dried off and went to the dinner. The Governor was boring, Joe gave the introduction, but seemed a bit subdued. He watched Mark talking to the people at our table and was sure he knew what Mark was saying and what the tittering of laughter in the room was about. He was not a happy camper. Joe tried to get the upper hand again the next day, but wasn't able to do it. Mark had what he called his possum eating shit grin and he just grinned as Joe ranted. Julie added to Joe's embarrassment by referring to Mark as her man with the meat. The month long session was over. We had a week off, then returned for a second session. A lot of people were gone, but they had separated the men and women from the boys and girls. It was harder, but we were use to it and we got a lot more out of it. Joe was the leader of A Squad this time and we weren't in his squad. Much to my surprise, Mark was the leader of B Squad and I was his second in command. We were a week into the new session when Captain called and asked, if I would like to visit him in Richmond for the weekend at the end of the month. He said, he had a friend who wanted to meet me. The Captain said, it would be a nice party and asked, if I would mind playing in a group." "Shit no," I said, "you couldn't keep me away." He gave me his address and said, to get there around eight Friday evening. I hung up. "You've got a date? Mark asked. "No, not really, just visiting a friend." I said. The phone rang again and Mark answered it. I wasn't paying any attention to the conversation. You need to do that if you want to remain friends with your roommate. About a minute later, I realized Mark was having the identical conversation to mine with Captain. I looked at Mark. The same thought struck him at the same time. It was an "Oh Shit" moment. He hung up. "I'll be damn if I didn't get an invitation for the weekend too." he said. "Are you a friend of the Captain?" "He recruited me for the school." "Me too." Mark said. He looked at me for a few seconds. "I guess you could say he gave me some special lessons too. Not in the regular curriculum." "Me to," I responded, "it was the best night of my life." "He said he liked bears." Mark said. "He said he liked horse hung guys." I replied. "Damn. I can't believe we've been roomies for a month and hadn't figured it out!" Mark said. "I could have spent the last few months practicing rather than going to bed early." I laughed. "We would have been kicked out if we did what I wanted to do." I said. "They'd never have caught us" Mark said. "I'm not worried about getting caught, there would have been damn little studying in this room." "You have a point there." Mark conceded. He got close to me and whispered. "Had you done any of that before?" "Not really." "Me neither. It was all new to me." Mark said. "Looking back, it should have been disgusting. I loved every minute with the Captain. I couldn't believe it could be that good. One thing worries me." "Someone will find out?" "No. I haven't been able to practice. Practice makes perfect and I've had no practice at all." he said. "I trust Captain and if he says he knows a nice guy I will like, I believe him. But I wish I had more practice at man sex. He said, I did it fine, but who knows?" "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I asked. "Lights are out in fifteen minutes." Mark replied. We didn't need to say anything else. It had been a long day. Lights were out at eleven and the dorm became quiet immediately. I got out of bed, dropped my undershorts and found Mark fondling my cock. The beds were on squeaky springs, so I spread a quilt and blanket on the floor. Mark was a nice guy and we were friends, but he wasn't sexually exciting like the Captain was. I figured we would have a nice practice sucking session with some 69ing thrown in for variety. I thought attraction to a person was essential for good sex. Cocks seem to have a mind of their own, it seems and Mark's cock was both an inspiration and a challenge. The Captain hadn't been trying to make us feel better. We were great cock suckers. "I'm a big time oozer." Mark whispered. "The Captain said, it was okay. It means you are turned on. I hope you don't mind?" He was at half-staff when I took his cock head in my mouth. The skin had peeled halfway back. I tried to get my tongue into the space between the skin and head, but the head was already too big for that. He must have been twice the diameter of the Captain's and the Captain wasn't a small man. The second my tongue worked its way into Mark's slit, he oozed some cock honey. I had tasted something like it as I sucked the Captain, but Mark was plentiful and tasty. The sweet taste seemed to transmit directly to my brain turning up the intensity of my sexual response. Every movement I made seemed to bring forth another glob of the fluid. "You do ooze." I whispered. Mark stopped sucking. He ran his finger around my cock head a few times and then stuck his finger in my mouth. "Taste your own." he said. It tasted just like his. "Does mine turn you on as much as yours does me?" he asked. I said, "yes," and we went at it like dogs in heat. After a while we were both milking each other. He could deep throat me from the start. I never was able to do that to him that night, but I got damn close. I was nursing his cock head with my tongue shoved deep into his slit when I felt his cum tickling the tip of my tongue. I had trapped his seed in the shaft and it couldn't get out. Mark was all but having convulsions by the time I liberated his cum. I almost choked on the flood once it was released. I lose all interest in sex for a short while after I shoot. Mark didn't. He continued to suck until I shot off. We both fell asleep. I woke at five and began licking his soft cock. Even soft he was a mouthful, but I got it in and my nose was buried in his balls while his man choker filled my throat to my tonsils. The musky smell turned me on too. I finally got my tongue inside the foreskin and sucked his cock head. Mark tried to pretend he was asleep, but he finally gave up and he began to suck me. Somehow it was better than it had been earlier. I had been nervous and a bit up tight, now I was relaxed and sucking Mark's cock seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world. The wake up bell rang and we got all the bedding back on the beds and went to the showers. Mark wasn't 100% relaxed and the partial erection didn't hurt his status at all with the other men. His dick was impressive soft and only became more so as it enlarged. One guy, Tony Barnardo, all but stared at it. I asked Mark afterwards, if he noticed. "I sure as shit did." he replied. The classes were rough that day; heavy technical stuff about calculating the amount of medicines and sedatives to give persons in emergency situations. This was life and death information and we were to memorize it all. We would be tested on it, and one mistake was failing. This was followed by a field exercise in a muddy bog. It was 88 degrees with matching humidity and we had to extricate two bodies from a half submerged car. I was bushed that night, but the drug memorization had to be done. Mark and I were studying when Tony came in our room. He was wearing only shorts. The dorm was air-conditioned, but we were on the top floor and the temperature was around eighty. "It's impossible." Tony said. "I'll never get all the information correct." he had a study sheet with him. Tony was a small muscular guy. I think he was technically too short, but he was really strong and had no problem with. claustrophobia. The higher ups thought that was a useful characteristic in an emergency worker. He wasn't academic at all. I wasn't an academic star in school, but Tony was bad. He had no head for book learning. Mark looked at Tony's notes. He went to his desk and went over things one by one. Mark reorganized Tony's notes into types and families of drugs, associating similar drugs together. He also clustered those of similar dosages together so you only had to remember the group and the dosage. I had done some of that, but Mark had it worked out perfectly. Tony saw the light. It was 10:30; I went off to the bathroom. When I came back I shut the door. I had guessed Mark would use the time alone to good avail and I was right. When I got back, Mark got up and his shorts were tented. "Tony here needs some heavy duty relaxation." Mark said quietly. "I told him we had some fast acting but real relaxing techniques he might like. You don't have to help out, but Tony is willing." "That sounds good to me." I said. I took off my t-shirt. By the time I was dropping my shorts, both Mark and Tony were naked and Tony was sucking on Mark's monster meat. I got on the floor and sucked Tony. At first I though he had a big cock head resting in a thick pubic bush. A minute later I realized Tony had a lollipop cock, with a massive head crowning a long, but thin shaft. Tony shot off almost immediately as did Mark. I felt a little left out, but Tony had to be back in his room by 11:00, so there wasn't time for slow sucking.