Date: Wed, 23 May 2018 20:42:14 -0400 From: Yellow Stang Subject: Tom the Fireman Part 40 Tom the Fireman Part 40 Nifty is kind of enough to host/publish this and other stories, let's show your appreciation by donating to help defray costs, they need your donations, so they can continue to host other stories for your enjoyment. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. A big thanks to Zach for his help. Note: The story contains an HIV positive character, protection and safe sex are practice where necessary. Though not an advocate of unprotected sex, it is usually left out my stories for your enjoyment, this installment is different. It was a brisk morning when Tom and Steven drove to Oxford. Tom mentioned how he hadn't seen, Barry, his old friend, in a long time. Tom was glad he got back in contact with him, as of the last time he chatted with him Barry was returning to Scranton to finish out his days. Realizing he wasn't going to die Barry dusted himself off and got back into living again. Barry was an older gentleman, Tom had met in Allentown, taking a liking to Tom, but he also educated Tom on the risks of HIV. Tom had met Barry during an orgy, where they took turns fucking a guy named Brian. Barry's boyfriend, Philip, at the time was also there, the extent of his involvement was passionately kissing Tom. Tom noticed a distance between Barry and his `boyfriend', Philip did not fully participate in the group fuck, Barry's comments indicated it was that their relationship was basically over. Barry, being positive, made sure everyone was safe. With their cocks wrapped, they both took turns fucking Brian's ass. When one got close to edge, he would withdraw, the other would take over, giving Brain a constant supply of cock up his ass. Brian was an insatiable bottom, who basically liked to be fucked all night. With his legs in the air Tom and Barry took turns on Brian's hole with Philip watching on, Tom and Barry fucked the hole with abandonment, Philip occasionally kissing Tom while jerking on his own cock. When Barry laughed, it came from deep inside (a belly laugh that roared), it was infectious causing everyone around him to laugh or just shake their heads. Barry wore clothes to the bar that left nothing to the imagination as it showed every bulge on his lean body. Barry liked a certain look, he knew how to reelin his catch-of-the-day. Tom always remembered how Barry got him to cum when he was fucking Brain's ass that evening. While he was fucking Brian's ass when Barry reached behind Tom, tickled his balls, triggering Tom to fill the condom. Barry pulled the condom off Tom's cock, holding the contents to the light, commenting on the large thick load. Barry's cock quickly replaced Tom's inside Brian, fucking him with a condom clad throbber. Brian kept taking hits of popper as Barry buried his larger than life cock into Brian's ass. Tom will always remember that evening, as the older man approaching him asking if he wanted to fuck, it was straightforward, and Barry pointed out the other two. Tom was impressed with the bulge in Barry's football shorts and spaghetti string tank top. That's how the orgy got started: from a tryst; to an orgy; to the beginning of a strange relationship; but there was something about Barry Tom liked. While they both had their wild days, an unlikely friendship had formed. Though they may not see each other's for years, when they get together it seemed like it was just yesterday. Though they don't talk much, the imaginary bond reconnects each time they meet up - they connected on a different level. Tom liked Barry and his carefree attitude about life. Barry had his passions: one which included men and the other included clocks. Barry moved to Oxford to take over an old clockmakers business. Barry was your unconventional gay man with long hair and rough around the edges. Tom had known him when he was clean shaven and watched him give over to the wild-man look. Though Barry seemed too rough on the exterior, Tom found a very sensitive side hiding inside. Tom got to see that on quite a few occasions. The last time he saw Barry, they headed down to Sandy Hook outside of New York. They spent the day at the nude beach, enjoying their time together. Barry never liked to cause problems with Tom but would inquire how his relationships were going. With both being well-endowed, they have no problems of men sitting near them on the beach. Barry would make comments about the `neighbors' laughing loudly. Soon they were surrounded with beautiful naked men, all chatting about coming to the beach, on their recent trips. Barry and Tom both felt welcomed, Barry commenting about being naked on the beach is a lot better than being in the bar putting up with attitudes. When Tom was napping, Barry would wake him by grabbing his nipple, then laughing loudly. He even made rude comments when Tom got hard during a nap, telling everyone around who stared at Tom's that he was bigger. Fearing a fine, Barry knew it wasn't cool to touch anyone below the waist as the park rangers kept patrolling. Barry loved to watch men, making comments when someone would wander off in the dunes, and another one would follow. When Tom got up to go into the water to cool down, Tom bent over in front of Barry. Barry told Tom to quit teasing him, as he commented on Tom's sweet ass. Flickering his tongue, as Tom walked down to the water. As Tom waded in the water, Barry came up from behind, tackling him, submerging both. Barry held Tom his arms as they floated along the shore. It was this closeness Tom enjoyed with Barry. Barry would announce it's time to get out of the water as his dick is shriveling up. Grabbing Tom by the hand, leading him back to their towels, commenting on how he needs to keep an eye on him. They left the beach after the lifeguards left, Barry leaned against Tom's chest as they watched the naked boys start playing on the sand. Having to be out of the park by sunset, the eye-candy left for the day, only the desperate seem to stay behind, having seen enough Barry stood up, starting to clean their area of the beach, shaking the sand from the blankets and towels. Gathering their belongings, they headed back to Barry's truck, packing it up before heading back to Tom's place. It was near the end of Tom's relationship with Randy when Barry appeared in his life again. Tom knew Randy was seeing his old drill sergeant from the police academy at this point, so having Barry to talk to was a welcomed relief. On their way home from the shore, Barry and Tom decided to get a bite to eat. Tom confided in Barry about Randy's indiscretions. It was a matter of time before Tom would move out. Barry could always be relied upon for a sympathizing ear. As they were driving back the topic turned to sex, mentioning how listening to a radio show they had mutually liked had listeners call in talking about masturbating while driving. Barry thought that was awesome, saying he listened to the show as well. Feeling Tom out, Barry hinted about playing with each other as they drove home. His truck sat high enough that most people couldn't see in. And didn't give a fuck if truck drivers saw what they were doing. Tom was horny and liking Barry, decided to reach into Barry's shorts as he drove home. As well hung as Barry was made Tom look modest. Tom wrapped his hand stroking Barry as he drove along the highway. Barry not to be outdone reached over pulling Tom's cock out his shorts. They both stroked each other, Barry occasionally looked out the window to see if any truckers were watching. Barry being concerned wanted to make sure if it was ok with Tom. Tom reassured him, he mentioned if Barry hadn't moved away, they could have been in a relationship. But at this point in life, Barry wasn't looking for a relationship. After a day being naked together, Barry let Tom know his desires, which wasn't unusual, this is what generally led them to getting into trouble together. Pulling the bottle of sunblock from Barry's backpack, Tom squirted some in Barry's palm, so he could wrap it around Tom's big fire hose. Barry commented how he missed holding it, as well as his adventures with Tom. Tom lowered the seat, laying back in the cab, as Barry stroked him. A trucker followed alongside them for several miles watching Barry manhandle the impressive tool in his hand. When Barry looked into the side door window he was able to see the trucker was enjoying the view. When the trucker blew his load, he blew his horn, as he passed the two heading down the highway. Barry commented that the trucker liked what he saw and he liked what was in his hand. Barry kept edging Tom wanting to see a big thick load. When Barry decided it was time for Tom to cum, he concentrated on Tom's cock head, screwing his hand expertly around the sensitive head. Tom's ass lifted off the seat, his breathing labored. Tom's fingers dug into the seat as he gasped. His head thrashed about, and Barry was coaxing him to release him of the thick warm load. Tom not able to hold back any longer, scrunched up his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, erupting thick ropes of creamy cum into the air, landing on windshield, dashboard, console. The last of the thick creamy load, oozed down Barry's fingers that wrapped around Tom's manhood. After Tom shot his load, Barry licked his fingers. Tom sat up wiping the remnants from his stomach, he used his own natural juice stroking Barry's monstrous cock. Tom always loved his hand wrapped around Barry's obscenely large manhood. Barry sat back as he drove, spreading his legs. Encouraging Tom and feeling Tom's cum against his own cock Barry was soon cumming. His cock boiled over, sending the thick load down his shaft and over Tom's fingers, as the made its way to Barry's closely cropped pubes. Barry deviously laughed, told Tom it felt great, as he pulled Tom in for a kiss. Leaning over Tom kissed Barry on the cheek. Barry wore a smile as his cock still hard exposed to any truck driver passing by. The waist band was under his balls, Tom drooled over the site. Barry told Tom to get a rag from behind the seat to clean up. The two talked about sex the rest of the way home. When they arrived at Tom's house Randy greeted Barry with a smile. Barry having said his goodbye to Tom was about to leave when he had to use the bathroom. Randy having thought Barry had left ripped Tom a new asshole (figuratively speaking). Randy's mouth dropped open when Barry walked out of the bathroom and gave Tom a strange look Barry told Tom to gather his belongings, he is coming with him. Ever since that time, Tom has lived with Sam. He had to thank Barry for standing up to Randy, helping him get out of the bad relationship. Tom realized he meant nothing to Randy as the old drill sergeant moved in the following weekend. Barry was using meds and natural remedies to help with his HIV. He was doing well. He thought he was going home to die, but realized he was going to live. With the help of several spiritualist, Barry got into alternative medicine. Barry had made trips to South Dakota to learn the healing powers from some Native Americans. Barry said how they taught him a lot and are still teaching him. While out on one of these trips he had befriended a spiritual leader. Though there was nothing sexual between the two, the man was a great help guiding Barry down a spiritual path, Barry sounded more at peace with himself. Tom told Steven most of the story before they left, Barry had invited them out to do a Native American sweat, to help cleanse the body of toxins. Tom was curious, accepted Barry's invitation, wanting to see his old friend after a few years. Barry claimed how much better, as well as healthier, he felt. Barry's spirits were significantly improved. Tom had met Barry right before his darkest times. Steven was asking questions as Tom drove, Tom just didn't know how to explain Barry, you just had to experience him. Tom thought Steven would like his eclectic friend, as Barry had similar traits as Barron, from what he heard and seen in pictures. When they arrived, Barry was standing in his backyard with a fire. His hair grown out and down his back, he was still lean but looked good. He was cooking the rocks for their hour of sweating. Standing next to him was a new-found friend who was an expert on sweat lodges making sure no one would be harmed during the ritual. Barry greeted Tom and Steven with open arms. Tom introduced Steven to Barry before Barry introduced the spiritual leader to both the men. The four stood outside around the rocks. Steven saw the long dark hair on the handsome men checking out both as Tom stood there reacquainting himself with Barry. Tom held on Steven's hand as he retold his account of how they met. Steven remembered he brought along a calendar, broke free from Tom's grasp, heading to the car. Barry watched as he walked away, telling Tom, he did well. Tom hugged Barry, telling him you don't know how much that means to me. Barry tousled his hair and jabbing at him "I wasn't invited to the wedding." Barry announced he could have married them. Tom smiled jabbing back, "Well you were a few weeks too late contacting me. You know I would have wanted you there." Steven returned with the calendar, handing it to Barry. Removing the plastic wrap, Barry paged through the months, commenting on each guy. Tom was glad to see Barry's passion for men was still intact. Standing next to his friend, they both looked at the men that graced the pages. When May appeared, the spiritual leader looked at Tom, pointing to the page, he looked at Barry pointing out the aura. Barry held the calendar out, staring at something Tom didn't see. Barry turned to his friend, asking, "You think?" Barry placed his arm around Tom as they walked back to the house, comforting Tom that he found his soul mate. Tom felt the chills, the hair on his arms stood up. Barry placed the calendar on the table. Tom heard clocks ticking, not just one clock, but a wall of clocks. Barry commented how he tries to keep them all in sync, wait till you hear when it reaches the hour. Barry laughed again, hugging Tom, Barry told him it's good to see him again. They turned around, Barry's arm around Tom's shoulder as they rejoined Steven and Barry's friend. After joining Steven and the spiritual leader, Barry explained the detail under the supervision of the leader, the day was warming up, but still a little cool. Barry took a pitch fork, moving the stones from the fire into the earthen floor of the little hut, made of wood, covered with tarps and blankets. Steven eyed the Native American, his dark skin, dark eyes and hair tied in a ponytail that hung down his back. Feeling the chill, the spiritual leader suggested they strip, asking if they brought shorts or underwear to wear inside the lodge. Tom quickly jogged over to the truck, gathering the gym shorts he brought along for both. Braving the chill, the spiritual leader was the first to remove his shirt. Both Tom and Steven's stood there, admiring the man's chest. Barry coughed, getting Tom and Steven's attention, as he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, displaying his furry body from his neck right down to waistband. Tom pulled his shirt over his head, folding his arms over his chest, rubbing his hands up and down his arms trying to keep warm in the chill. Steven was the last to stand there half naked. Barry checked out both, asking Tom if he had been working out. The four stripped down to gym shorts entering the `lodge'. The four held bundles of sage to their nose, breathing through the sage to purify the body. The leader poured water on the stones, causing them to steam. As the steam filled the lodge, the temperature started to rise. The four sat inside starting to sweat, breathing the steam through the sage. The leader sang the songs in a tribal dialect unbeknownst to Tom and Steven. Between the songs, the leader recited prayers. The sweat dripped down their bodies as more water was added to the rocks. The steamy air was breathed through the sage which soothed the body, as the cleansing process began. Tom and Steven sat there, as Barry sat next to his friend, Barry would repeat certain songs and prayers with the guidance of the spiritual leader. Though the four sweated, Tom noticed it wasn't like a sauna, something felt so pure about it. His hair didn't feel grimy as the beads of sweat rolled down his head. As the spiritual leader kept up with the prayers, Barry out of the blue mentioned another spirit was here. He felt another spiritual being had joined them, he described the very natural man with the long hair and beard. Barry turned to Steven, said it was Barron. Steven felt the chills tingling in his body. The spiritual leader spoke in the native language, as Barry tried to interpret what he was telling him. The four continued to sweat, their shorts soaking up the excess. Tom felt the sweat running down his body. More water was poured onto the rocks, raising the temperature as they sweat. The spiritual leader kept his eyes on Tom and Steven making sure they were OK. The daylight shone through the entrance of the lodge, Tom and Steven both felt enlightened. Stephen got into the spirit as he listened to the song and prayers. Knowing Tom was next to him, he felt a special connection between all three men, not sexual but one of brotherhood. The sweat continued to pour off their bodies, Tom was feeling the effects of the purification – an internal feeling of peace. He went to a spiritual place that was non-sexual, detecting another being sitting the opposite end of the entrance, he felt secure sweating in the hot moist lodge sitting on the ground with Barry sitting opposite of him keeping a watchful eye on both of them as Steven was next to him. The presence of the spiritual leader was soothing, feeling his life tensions melt away as his pores secreted the toxins from his body. Tom didn't mind the sweating, his body felt clean and he couldn't detect a body odor. The scent of sage filled his lungs as he inhaled, felt he could breathe freely. More water was poured onto the stones, the steam rose from the stone, creating a mist in the lodge. Tom felt the effects of the ritual penetrating deeper into his soul. In the dim light, Tom looked at Steven who was drenched, his hair clung to head, but he looked peaceful. Suddenly the leader stopped his song, asking, "Barron?" before he continued. Tom looked at Steven and Steven looked at Tom, they both felt their hair rise when they heard the name. Barry watched Tom and Steven as the leader spoke the name. The leader asked all to take a deep a breath. When the ritual was finished, one by one they crawled out of the lodge, the chill was felt against the chilly air, wrapping in blankets, the four gathered their clothes quickly heading to Barry's house. Steven commented on how great he felt, as he dripped. The sweat was a clean sweat, and he didn't smell an odor. He was amazed how he felt, the sweat dripped down his body, he was soaked but it didn't feel grimy, it felt like he just got out of a warm shower. When they got in the house, the spiritual leader released his hair from his ponytail. Shaking his head, the hair dropped down past his shoulders, the shimmer dark hair looked like something from the cover of a romance novel, in the right light, there was a hint of blue with his dark eyes. His chiseled face was framed with long hair, bringing out the high cheekbone structure as well as his square chin. Steven felt his eyes drawn to the natural beauty. Tom also commented that it was a unique feeling, he stood there dripping as his body temperature was returning to normal. Barry hugged Tom, chest-to-chest, their matted chest hair was the only thing between the two friends. The spiritual advisor hugged Steven, feeling the heat of the leader's body against his. Steven described it as a hug between two friends, there was nothing sexual about it, being in the spiritual mind. The leader looked Steven in the eye, "Barron is very happy for you, live your life, don't dwell on the past." Steven was shocked when the spiritual leader whispered that into his ear. They sat drinking tea from herbs that Barry made. Barry being Barry, lit up his pipe taking a few puffs. Looking at Tom, Tom shook his head no, saying this is a first. Passing Tom, Barry handed the pipe to Steven, who took two puffs of smoke into his lungs before passing it to the spiritual leader. Barry proceeded to tell Steven how he met his spiritual friend and how he helped him. Barry had no problem discussing his HIV status, telling Steven when he realized he was going to live due to the new medications, he read about natural remedies from a tribe in South Dakota. It was fate that brought me to his man, how he has been a big influence in my life. Looking at Tom, "You know I love you dear, but you and I constantly got into trouble," winking as he gave out another devious laugh. Steven turned to look at Tom, grabbed his hand, squeezing it as they sat around the table. Steven gave Tom an odd smile, as he chuckled to himself. Barry was the first to remove his shorts as they sat around the table, Steven looked at what dangled between his legs. Barry looked at Steven, commented about his size and comparing it to Tom. Barry lit up his pipe, leaning back his chair with his legs spread, smoking the herbs. The house smelled of pot as the spiritual leader and Barry shared the pipe. Steven felt the effects of his two puffs, he wore a smile from ear to ear. He sat back gazing as the three talked. Barry commented on how quiet Steven is laughing boisterously. Tom just looked at Barry, "You're corrupting him, but I would be disappointed if you didn't." Barry sat with a cat-that-just-ate-the parakeet look, as he blew the smoke from his lungs into the air. Handing the pipe to Tom, Tom refused, saying he's getting high just on the second-hand smoke alone. Barry reached for the calendar, looking through the pages again, he commented what he would like to do with each month. The spiritual leader got up, saying he was going to meditate in his room, as he left the three at the table. When Barry came to Tom's picture, he said he knows what this tramp likes to do as he laughed. Continuing he turned to September, Tom watched carefully, knowing Barry's eyes will pop out of his head. Barry commented about licking the sweat from his balls anytime. Barry leaned back in his chair, staring at the picture, his cock was growing. Steven saw the piece of meat between his legs rising, his jaw dropped. Steven quickly asked if it was getting hot in here. Barry responded, to just hold on to your seat. Barry quickly got up, returning from his bedroom saying let's look at some real men, as he plopped his old stash from the 70's through 90's. Paging through the old magazines, showing the pictures to Steven commenting sexually on each one. Steven tried not to blush as Barry got right down to graphics. Barry had to unstick a few pages, turned, and held them for Tom and Steven to see. Tom replied, "I see you still like the same one and looks like the same pages are stuck together." Barry laughed, taking a hit from his pipe, "Fuck you, this is classic." Steven got up to look at a black and white picture on Barry's wall, Barry saw the picture Steven was looking at, laughing. Steven was mesmerized by the picture of the two hairy torsos in leather. Tom quickly looked down, not wanting to acknowledge what Steven was looking at. Steven looked at the picture closer, saying how hot the two guys looked. Barry looked at Tom, who was ignoring the conversation. Barry got up, putting his arm around Steven, saying, "Isn't that hot?" Steven nodded his head, `yes'. Barry standing naked next to Steven pulled him closer to his side saying, "A friend of mine gave me that for helping him out." Steven asked, "Did your friend take the picture?" Barry pointed to the guy in front in the black leather harness with the strap leading into the black jockstrap, "That's my friend." Tom sat there as he kept looking at the ground. Steven looked over at Tom, "Tom, did you see this? Come over here." Tom hesitated before he got up. Walking over he put his arm around Barry's as he stood next to Steven. Steven commented that he was drawn to this picture. He pointed Tom to the picture, pointing out the man's amazing body. Tom gulped, agreed. Steven asked Barry. "Do you know who the photographer was?" Barry said, "It's from a private collection, I doubt you could find another copy." Steven looked at Tom, "That's sad, I wanted to get this for you, because it looks exactly like you." Shocked, Tom hesitated, "That's because it's a picture of me, I gave it to Barry the day I moved out from Randy's." Steven's jaw dropped, not knowing what to say. Barry knew what Steven was going to ask next, replying "Randy." Steven replied, "Oh!" as he thought about it, letting what they said sink in, he replied again, "OOOOOHHHH!" as he looked at Tom, who was looking down at the ground. While still looking down, Tom confessed, "Rex took it of us." Not knowing what to say, Steven commented, "He takes a good picture." Tom grabbed Steven's hand, leading him back to the table. Barry looked at Tom to see if he was OK, saying, "Sorry." Tom looked up, "No problem." Barry got up and sat on Tom's lap to cheer him up. Looking at Steven, Barry naked sat on Tom's lap, asking, "Wouldn't this make a better picture." Tom looked up, laughing, not expecting Steven to have his phone ready for a picture. When the flash went off, Steven turned the phone to look at the picture. Steven not satisfied, posed Tom with Barry, taking another picture. Satisfied, he showed Barry. Barry liked what he saw, asking Steven to send it to him. Steven smiled, handing Barry his phone to enter his phone number. Barry typed it in, pressing send. Barry's phone dinged, going into the next room, he looked at the message, happy with the results, and he sent the picture to his printer. At the end of the night, Tom and Steven decided to head back home, Barry hugged them goodbye, saying, "Hope to see soon." Tom and Steven ditched their gym shorts, getting dressed, going out into the chilly night air. As soon as Steven got in the truck, he leaned over kissing Tom and said, "That was interesting." Steven looked at Tom, "I can't picture you with the pothead." Tom laughed, he saw Barry differently, but thinking about it, `yes' Barry was a pothead. On the drive home, Steven commented that he still doesn't feel grimy from all that sweating. Tom concurred, once they got off the turnpike they drove the backroads home.