Date: Tue, 21 May 2019 16:23:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: "The Fireman's Son" Chapter 54

Archive "The Fireman's Son Chapter 54" {Rob} Incest (MM oral)

I have finally gotten my lost files recovered. I hope my readers will enjoy
this next chapter that was written when my computer crashed. Although Steve
isn't in this chapter, it introduces Kevin Jones, a recent college
graduate, who is the main character in my spin-off story "Born to Serve"
(published under authoritarian-third chapter in the wings). Steve will be
back in the next chapter of his story where Kevin joins him in servicing
Coach Thomas and Captain Andrews. As always, glad to hear from
readers. Cheers, Rob

2019 Copyright mine

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The Fireman's Son Chapter Fifty-four - Coach Thomas and Captain Andrews
Find a New Boy

	The bus arrived at Madison and pulled up in front of the hotel
where the team was to stay.  The boys piled off and carried their bags into
the lobby, followed by Coach Thomas and Captain Andrews.  The coach had
arranged the room assignments so that he and the burly fireman shared a
room with two queen-sized beds.  Coach had worked it so there was an odd
number of boys so Steve was given a room to himself, which had a connecting
door to his dad's and the coach's room.
	Behind the registration desk, assisting the clerk with the rush of
check-ins was an attractive young man in his early twenties.  He was the
night manager, fresh out of college, and this was his first job.  He was
anxious that the coach's group get registered and settled in their rooms
without any hitches.  He also seemed pretty interested in Coach Thomas and
Captain Andrews.  His eyes kept glancing up from the desk to look at one or
the other of the two hot older men, and they invariably moved down to
linger on their bulging crotches.  Captain Andrews noticed the young man's
interest and, catching the coach's eye, called his attention to it.  The
two men smiled at one another and then looked back to watch the young man.
The next time he looked up, they were both staring straight at him and
smiling.  He blushed and lowered his eyes quickly, but not before he saw
both of the hot men inconspicuously rubbing their crotches.  He turned
bright red and kept his eyes down on the desk the rest of the time as he
assisted the clerk registering the rest of the group.
	When everybody was registered, the coach told the boys to check out
their rooms and meet in the restaurant in thirty minutes.  All the boys,
including Steve, quickly headed for the elevators to find their rooms.
Coach Thomas and Captain Andrews lingered a few minutes before they picked
up their bags.  The coach also had a big bag containing the team's singlets
and other supplies.  Before he could pick it up, the young manager was out
from behind the desk.
	"Let me help you with that, sir," he said as he grabbed the big bag
up from the floor.
	The coach gave him a big smile and said, "Okay, kid, we can always
use a helping hand.  What's your name?"
	"Kevin, sir.  Kevin Jones."
	"I'm Coach Thomas and this big dude here is Captain Andrews, the
father of one of my boys," the coach said, putting an emphasis on "one of
my boys," as they waited for the elevator to come down.
	On the elevator, Kevin kept glancing down at the bulges in the two
fully packed crotches, which were growing noticeably larger as he looked.
His fascinated interest was obvious to the two men.  They grinned at one
another, both imagining the young man's lips wrapped around their cocks.
	"You look pretty young to be managing this place," Coach Thomas
said.
	"This is my first job since college," the young man responded.
"And I'm just a trainee night manager.  My boss is the manager."
	"You look like a college boy.  You do any sports when you were in
school?"
	"Yes, sir.  I ran track and played baseball."
	"I bet you had some good coaches who taught you it takes discipline
to be a good athlete."
	"Yes, sir," Kevin responded with alacrity "I really miss them," he
said wistfully, almost to himself.
	When they reached the room, Coach Thomas opened the door and Kevin
followed him in carrying the equipment bag.  Captain Andrews followed,
closing the door after him and tossing his bag on one of the big beds with
which the room was furnished.  Kevin put down the bag he was carrying and
walked across the expanse of floor to open the curtains that were covering
the windows.
	"Don't open the curtains," Coach Thomas barked.  Kevin turned
around to see the two big men pulling their polo shirts over their heads,
baring their hairy torsos.  As he watched, spellbound, they reached down,
unfastened their belts, and unzipped their flies.  As their trousers slide
down their massive, hairy legs to puddle around their feet on the floor,
Kevin eyes were riveted to the huge mounds in the front of their gleaming
white Jockeys.
	"Come over here, kid.  Show us what you want," the rough-looking
coach ordered the stunned young manager.
	"What...what...d'you mean?" the young man stammered.
	"Cut the crap.  We know what you want, what you need.  You been
drooling for our cocks ever since we got here," Captain Andrews snarled as
he pushed his briefs down and hooked them under his bull's balls, causing
his half-hard dick to stand out from his thick jungle of pubic hair.  "You
probably haven't sucked any big men's cock since you left school and your
coaches, have you.  Get over here and get down on your knees.  We don't
have all night."
	Kevin quickly walked over and fell to his knees in front of the two
dominating older men who did indeed remind him of his college coaches.
"Please...please...don't tell.  I could get fired if anybody finds out.
This is my first job," he pleaded as he took the fireman's hardening cock
in his mouth and reached out to stroke the coach's massive bulge.  As he
sucked in one thick rammer, he pulled down the other pair of briefs and
began to stroke the other one.
	Both men stood there, side by side, enjoying the ministrations of
the young man as he went from one to the other, sucking and stroking,
stroking and sucking.  Soon they were moaning and thrusting their pelvises
forward to meet Kevin's downstrokes.  It didn't take long for them both to
spew their hot loads into his hungry mouth.  Coach Thomas came first.
Captain Andrews managed to hold off until the coach had finished before he
grabbed the young manager's head by his short hair and rammed his own cock
deep down into his throat, filling his guts with cum.
	Kevin slumped down, looking up at the massive pricks as they
gradually softened until they were hanging limp, draped over the men's big
ballsacs.
	"You better get goin'," Coach Thomas said as they reached down to
pull their briefs and trousers up and picked up their shirts from off the
bed.  "We gotta get down to the restaurant to meet our boys and you gotta
get back to work.  Come back later and we'll give you some more.  If you're
a good boy, we might even give you a good fucking," the coach continued,
patting the young man on his firm round butt as the three men left the
room.
	Kevin headed in the opposite direction from the two big studs,
mumbling, "I've gotta check on the laundry room."
	"Yeah, okay, but don't forget to come back tonight for your bedtime
treat," the coach responded, chuckling, as the two men headed for to front
elevator to go meet the boys in the restaurant.
	Kevin hurried to the service elevator.  As he stood in the bare
little elevator lobby surrounded by bags of trash and dirty linen, he
savored the taste of the two big men's cum still in his mouth.  They were
right.  He hadn't had any sex where he was dominated and forced to do
whatever his partner demanded of him since the last time his two coaches
had worked him over just before he left school after graduation, five
months ago.  His only relief had been his own hand as he jacked himself to
climaxes over the past months and a few one night stands with young men his
own age he had met in the local gay bar.  During all these times his mind
had dwelt on his subservience to his demanding college mentors and the joy
of servicing their massive cocks.
	As he waited for the elevator to arrive, his mind went back four
years to the time when he was an innocent, green freshman trying out for
the track team.  He had run track and played baseball in the little high
school in the town deep in the Bible belt where he had grown up.
	Although he had always known that he liked seeing his schoolmates
naked in the locker room, watching as they all grew from little, hairless
boys to young men with hairy cocks and balls swinging between their strong
legs, nothing ever came of this interest.  He didn't even know what it
meant.  He was popular with his male friends and, thanks to his good looks
and athletic prowess, the girls sought his attention as they all grew up
together.  He, along with all his buddies, dated and went in for light
petting.  Because of the moral climate in his hometown, however, there
wasn't any real sex expected of him and he, like most of his friends,
graduated from high school still a virgin where girls were concerned.
	He had had a one-time experience with the youth pastor of his
church at church camp the end of the summer before his senior year. He had
accidentally come on Pastor Mike, as he was called by all the young people,
taking a bath in the communal bathroom of the old dormitory. Under the
spell of the older man he had ended up sucking his cock and taking his cum
while jacking his teenage dick to an exciting orgasm. Although Kevin spent
his entire senior year reliving the experiece and jacking off to the
recollection of sucking the cock of the man he looked up to, there was no
repitition of or even mention of the event during his entire senior
year. In the earlt summer after graduation, because of the pregnancy of his
wife making it impossible for her making the trip to the camp, Pastor Mike
asked Kevin to come as his assistant. With his parents' consent, he went
and spent three weeks being taught the nature of his desire to serve and be
used by dominent men, alphas. During that time he had served Pastor MIke,
who he had learned to think of as his master, along with others his master
gave him to.
	Within weeks of starting his college career, during pre-college
sports camp, he had come under the thrall of the track coach who soon began
sharing the eager young man with his best buddy, the baseball coach.  Kevin
spent the next four years playing his heart out in both sports, achieving
an excellent academic ranking, and serving both horny studs in every way
imaginable.  During the entire time, a night seldom passed when he wasn't
using his mouth or ass to pleasure one or both of his masters.  Every year,
they took him to coaches' conventions where they offered his always willing
services to their special colleagues.  On several occasions, they had made
him available as the principal performer with other pet athletes at sex
shows and gangbangs involving coaches and other student athletes who were
attending these get-togethers.  Under the strictest rules of secrecy, they
had even given him to star members of the track and baseball teams as
rewards for outstanding performances.  By then, Kevin was so well trained
in pleasuring men that even the straightest of his teammates appreciated
his services and kept quiet about them.  During their senior year several
of his teammates had gotten married to their college sweethearts, and he
had been asked to be a groomsman in their weddings.  He had served as the
main entertainment at their bachelor parties, servicing the groom and all
his buddies.  At one wedding, he had spent the entire reception at the
country club in the men's locker room well-supplied with champagne and
taking care of the groom, his groomsmen, all his other buddies, and the
bride's and groom's fathers and brothers.
	The transition from full-time sex-slave to his two idols and all
the other men they made him serve to a responsible member of the adult,
straight world of business had been rough on the young man.  His quick
adventure with the two demanding guests of the hotel and the anticipation
of what they had in store for him later had him still stiff with excitement
	As the elevator finally arrived and the doors opened, he rushed in
without looking and collided forcefully with Ramon Valdez, one of the young
illegal aliens who worked in the laundry room.  Kevin slipped and fell to
the floor as a result of the collision.  He was momentarily stunned but
regained his senses as he felt the strong arms of the handsome Mexican
lifting him up.
	"Hey, boss, I didn't see you.  I'm so sorry.  You're not hurt, are
you?"
	"No.  No.  I'm okay.  Just a little stunned.  It's all right.  It
was all my fault, I didn't look where I was going."  Kevin was almost
babbling as he reacted to the steely, hard muscled arms that were lifting
him up, pressing him against the hot body of the laundry worker.  As Ramon
released him, Kevin glanced down and his eyes lingered on the young
worker's lightly haired chest, which was exposed by the jumpsuit he was
wearing unzipped almost to his navel.
	The young Mexican noticed Kevin's interest and pressed his hand
against the young manager's crotch.  "Hey, boss, you got trouble down
there.  You want me to take care of it for you?" he whispered as he rubbed
the hard mound of manmeat.
	"No!  No!  What are you doing!" Kevin moaned urgently.
	"Don't worry, boss.  The elevator's turned off.  Nobody'll know.
Ramon'll take care of that for you.  Ramon knows how to make it feel good.
He learned when he was just a kid in Mexico how to make gringos feel good,"
he crooned as he went down on his knees and unzipped the helpless young
man's pants, reaching in and pulling out his hard, dripping cock.  "Oh,
yeah, boss.  You need it bad.  Just relax and let Ramon do it for you."
	Kevin leaned against the wall of the elevator cab as the young
Mexican took his cock into his mouth and began to suck him.  It didn't take
long before he was filling the willing cocksucker's mouth with jets of
creamy hot jism.  When he was finished and Ramon had sucked him clean and
tucked his softening prick back in his trousers, the young Mexican stood
up.  He slid the zipper of his overall all the way down, exposing his lush
patch of silky, straight black crotch hair and the base of his thick cock.
"I'll bet you'd like some of this," he said as he placed Kevin's hand down
inside the jumpsuit letting him feel the silky hairs and thick tube of his
dark prick.  "You'd like this, wouldn't you? Not now, though, later.  Meet
me in the locker room at the end of my shift. You can suck me. Feel how
hard it's getting. If you want, I can fuck your ass. You want my big
chorizo up your pretty ass?" he said as he pushed Kevin's hand deeper down
into his crotch for a last feel of his half-hard cock and big hairy Mexican
balls before pulling it out and zipping up. I've got to get these linens
down to the laundry.  Stella's gonna chew me a new ass as it is, I've been
so long," he said as he hauled the big bags into the cab and started to
turn the key that would reactivate the elevator.
	Kevin, his mind reeling in confusion over the events of the last
forty-five minutes jumped out.  "I'll catch the front elevators.  You go
on," he said as the doors slid shut, hiding the smiling face and hot body
of the handsome young Mexican.