Date: Tue, 19 May 2020 19:39:16 +0000 (UTC) From: fmhar1969@aol.com Subject: The Fireman;s Son, Chapter 56 Archive "The Fireman's Son, Chapter 56" {Rob} (BBs oral) Here's a new chapter covering Steve's activities Saturday mornng, during and after the meet. I've already written a good deal more of the day's ation, but have been having diffuculty finishing up the day. Some readers have written asking when and if the next chapter is coming so I decided to break up the chapter and submit this first. rather short section as a separate chapter. Hope you like it. I promise there's more to come. Rob fmhar1969@aol.com The usual applies re rights, being of legal age. and remembering it's only fantasy. AND REMEMBER TO DONATE TO NIFTY The Fireman's Son Chapter Fifty-Six Saturday Morning Blowjobs At breakfast Mark Deacon asked Steve where he was last night. "I came by your room wanting another blow job, but no one answered." Steve lied and said, "I heard the knock and looked out the peephole, but the connecting door between my room and Dad's and the Coach's was open and I was afraid to answer. "I really need it bad this morning. I was thinking and dreaming about your hot mouth all night." "I have my kit down with me. If we make it fast, we have time to go up to your room before the bus leaves." The two boys headed to the elevator. They were followed by another boy, Robbie Robbins, also a senior. When they got on, Mark said to Steve, "You know Robbie. He's cool. He's a friend of Jon's and Jim's. We're sharing the room. I told him last night about you blowing me on the bus. You don't mind him joining us, do you?" Steve looked over at the tall, muscular wrestler standing with his back to the elevator door, taking in the prominent bulge in the front of his chinos before saying, "Not if you don't. But we've got to make it fast. We only have fifteen minutes before the bus leaves." The two seniors unzipped and pushed their pants down to their knees as soon as the room door closed behind them, and Steve got down on the floor and quickly satisfied the well-hung jocks with his talented mouth. The two zipped up and the three happy boys rushed down and made it just in time to be the last ones on the bus. Steve's dad gave him a look as they passed down the aisle to their seats in the back. Saturday at the Meet and After They arrived at the high school gym where the meet was to be held, and one of the host coaches showed the team to the visitors' locker room. There wasn't much time so all the boys quickly began stripping off, getting into their singlets and doing warm-up stretches. Coach came in with Captain Andrews and gave them the usual pep talk before they left to head out to the gym. Steve's dad stopped him on the way and said, "You three almost missed the bus." "Yeah. I'm sorry, Dad. We got busy talking." "Did you give them what they wanted?" Steve blushed beet red and hung his head. "That's good. I want you to get all the cock you need. That's why I had the little talk with Coach, remember?" "Yeah. Thanks, Dad. It's working out good." "Okay. I'll talk with you after the meet. Good Luck!" Captain Andrews said as he gave Steve a fatherly slap on the ass and made his way up into the bleachers. The meet went well. Steve's first bout was with a good-looking muscular wrestler named Harry Wright from Franklin High, one of the other visiting teams. He had dark chest and under-arm hair and a dark shadow on his face. In addition, there was a very large cock and balls evident under his singlet. Of course, they were the same weight, but Steve figured the other guy must be older, maybe even a senior, As they made their first moves, Steve heard him say, "I heard there's a cock-sucker on your team, a pretty boy like you, you it?" The taunt and the feel of the massave bulge as it was fleetingly pressed against his ass or legs in the course of their struggles almost threw Steve, but he managed to concentrate and beat his adversary. As they broke away at the last Steve said in a low voice, "Could be," as he stared hard at the other guy's crotch. It was harder than he expected, wrestling to win against so many sexy guys, feeling their cocks and balls rubbing agsinst his ass, sometimes his face, but he and the rest of the team all defeated their opponents. It was a real takedown. After the ritual hand slaps with the other teams, the boys, high as kites, made their way into the locker room where they stripped out of their singlets and crowded into the large showers. There was the usual horseplay, grab-assing and all among the boys, but gradually the senior members of the team gravitated into a huddle in one corner, and in its middle was Steve, on his knees surrounded by eight big jocks, all with hard cocks sticking out from their hairy groins. In addition to Mark, Robbie, Jack and Peter, there was Carl Smith, a tall 225-pound muscular hunk who had no body hair except under his arms and a small trimmed patch above his thick seven-inch cock with a "high and tight" cut to his light brown hair. Michael "Mike" Browning had a body and cock similar to Carl's except his chest, belly and thighs were hazed over with a thin, dark curtain of fine, dark hair that matched the crew-cut that covered his head. Manuel "Mannie" Lopez was a 200-pound Latino who reminded Steve of a younger version of one of Tio Jose's hairy mechanics, and the other Latino in the group, Diego Torres, who wrestled in the 185-pound class, was smooth all over except for the silky black hairs under his arms and surrounding his huge, dark nine-inch cock which made Steve think of a smaller version of Luis Mendoza. Mark seemed to be the spokesman. "Coach has had a little talk with us seniors. We all know you took care of Tony Alvoretti last year and his friends this summer. We know what you need and we're gonna keep you happy. No one's going to hurt you. Jack and Peter are sorry they got a little rough yesterday on the bus, aren't you guys?" The two nodded and said, "Yeah. Sorry, kid. We got a little carried away, your hole looked so inviting." "Now, we're all way up from the meet, and we really need to let off some steam. So, if it's what you want, how `bout getting that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around our cocks and draining us like I know you can. It's seniors only right now, but I'm sure the rest of the team, or most of them, are gonna want to try you out later. So! How about it?" "Bring it on, guys. I've waited long enough for this. Gimme those big jock cocks I've been hungry for, that I've secretly drooled over in the locker room and showers after every practice. And if anyone wants to try out my tight ass, I'm open for it!" Steve said as he moved over to Carl and took his cock all the way down to his trimmed pubes. "I think we'll save the fucking `til later, when we have more time," Mark laughed. "Just get on these dicks and pull the cum out of all our balls. We all need the release." Steve spent the next half hour on his knees going `round and 'round the circle taking load after load until all eight jocks' balls were emptied for the time being. A couple of juniors tried to edge in, but were repulsed with the warning, "Seniors only. You'll get your turn later." The younger members of the team, after looking on for a while, finished their showers and went to the lockers and got dressed. When everyone in the circle was satisfied, Mark pulled Steve up, put his arm around the younger boy's shoulders and said, "You were great. We're gonna have a great year, aren't we guys?" The other seven indicated their agreement as they quickly showered off and got into their clothes. Several of them slapped or grabbed Steve's butt with remarks like "can't wait to get into this" or "this is one fine ass" or "gonna take good care of this" to all of which Steve responded with a smile and a push-back. As the boys arrived at the bus Coach and Captain Andrews were standing beside it. "Everything okay? I was about to send Captain Andrews to check on you," the coach asked. "Sorry, Coach, we were just having a little initiation ceremony for Steve here since it's his first meet and he won his bout," Mark said. "We're proud to have him on the team, Captain Andrews. He's going to be a real asset." "I'm glad to hear it. I know he's happy to be helping out all you guys." As the boys climbed aboard and headed toward the back of the bus, Captain Andrews stopped his kid. "So?" "I sucked off all the seniors in the showers." "The other guys see it?" "Yeah, but it was seniors only today. Mark says the other guys will get to use me later when the seniors have had their fill." "How many? They have big cocks? They going to be able to take good care of you?" "Eight. Yeah! They're all big. A couple of them are really big." "Coach Thomas and I are going to be busy tonight with that Kevin kid. Why don't you spend the evening with your teammates. Give them your ass. Let them know they can use you any way they want. But all of you remember, you have to wrestle on the mats again tomorrow. We'll see you at breakfast." "Thanks, Dad. See you in the morning." Steve walked down the aisle. About halfway to the back his arm was grabbed and he was stopped by one of the wrestlers sitting on the aisle, a strong, muscular junior named Hank Johnson Steve had often taken notice of in practice and in the showers. As he stopped, Steve looked down and saw a huge hard cock sticking out of his Johnson's open fly. "This's what's waitin' for you as soon as the seniors get finished. My buddy Mick and me got plenty of meat, show him Mick, to plug you with." The guy next to the window reached into his unzipped fly and pulled out an equally impressive hardon. Hank let go of Steve's arm and said as he turned away, "Just remember, these'll be waitin to use that pretty mouth and ass." Steve made his way to the back and sat in the seat Matt was saving for him. He told him what his father had said, but didn't mention his encounter with the two juniors. His ass was itching as he thought about being fucked by their huge cocks, but he figured he was going to get plenty of fucking tonight. "So, I guess that means you're all ours for the night," the hunky jock senior said. "I guess so," Steve said with a big grin on his face. To be continued DON'T FORGRT NIFTY! THEY NEED OUR DONATIONS TO KEEP GIVING US WHAT WE WANT TO READ!