I had just graduated from college and had been lured by a good friend down to San Diego. Blithely unaware of the job market and finding a place to live, I'd driven down the coast in my aging car with all my stuff and he and all his stuff until we ended up with some good friends of his. We became friends as well, but after about a month it was clear that to remain so I should find another place to live. From the job I'd landed I was connected up with a small place on Fifth Avenue and went to talk with the owner.
The place itself had been some ancient two story mansion, but after time passed had first been converted into four small apartments (two on each floor) and then three of the apartments (the owner lived in the best one on the bottom floor) were converted into separate living spaces. The room I got was on the top floor left, in what had been the living/sitting room. This meant I had both of the large windows (although one when I opened the drapes showed me the brick wall of the nearby building) and faced the main street. It came with a bed, an old chest of drawers and a suspended garment bag. The best feature of this place, however, wasn't the price (which was actually good), but was its location. Behind the building was a section of Balboa Park and in that section was where the local fire departments came for their physical fitness exercises!
I quickly learned to grab a cheap lawn chair, a cooler of sodas and water, a good book that 'somehow' never got read and headed out every morning where the rest of the gay boys would arrange themselves in what was called "Queen's Circle." This loop of grass and sidewalk had a running path that bisected it and it was here that the firemen, almost all of them in their late twenties or early thirties would come jogging by, almost all of them shirtless and secure in their masculinity for a wave at the admiring gay boys along the way. One in particular, a swarthy young man with a lot of chest hair, would almost seem to pick me out of the group and smile at me. I would always smile back and watch as his perfect body would pass by, his bubbled butt moving delightfully in the tight dark blue gym shorts that all the men in the department wore during exercise. As the boys were almost always sweaty, this left dark stains as well as made the shorts cling even tighter, so a lot of times I could tell that they were going 'commando', the guy that returned my cruising stare was obviously doing so. I'd say a month went by before this young man broke away from the rest of the pack and amazingly ran over to where I sat.
"Hey, how'd ya doing?" he said, thrusting out a paw. "I'm Adam, good to meet you." I smiled and introduced myself. "Well, Mike, got anything cold inside that cooler of yours for a thirsty firefighter?" He selected a cold bottle of water and drank about half of it before doing that special 'cooling down pour' from the bottle over his head and chest. The queens around me sighed, perhaps a bit jealous, that I was the selected one, but hey, I was much closer in age and looks to this guy anyway. "Thanks," he said, grinning at me, aware that his pour had splashed on his chest and ran down to dampen even more the front of his shorts. We both knew that he was also aware of my interest in the protruding bulge in that particular area, and he grinned as he waved again and jogged off to catch up with his buddies. The 'girls' all sighed again at my good fortune and clucked like the hens they had become while I laid some plans TO get laid...
The next week when they came around again, I was all ready and when Adam ran up to me I smiled and handed him a larger bottle of water as well as held a towel. He grinned and performed his water trick again, but this time I was ready and, before he could run off, stopped him. "Hey, you probably shouldn't run around all damp like that, Adam, you'll chafe. Use this towel to dry off a bit." He stopped, then grinned even bigger and then carefully dried off his chest, abs and then lovingly caressed the wet bulge until it was clear he was getting off on this whole thing. When he'd completed the process, the bulge was now almost a thick line running from mid point to the left side of the shorts. "You'll need that towel when you are all done," I said, getting out of my back pocket a small white card. "Here's my address, you can drop by to return it later tonight maybe?" I brazenly tucked the card into the front waistband of his shorts, briefly touching the smooth lightly furry skin of his abs there as he grinned back.
"Sure thing, Mike!" he replied as he slung the towel around his neck and ran off. I had to get ready myself, so after his fine butt disappeared around the corner of the path, I gathered my stuff and headed back home to prepare. When the knock on my door came about three hours later, I was ready.
I opened the door and he stood there, laundered and folded towel in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. "Hi," he said, grinning at me, "thought I'd better bring a little thank you gift of my own for the use of the towel." I accepted the towel and wine and invited him in. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the firehouse logo on the upper left breast and a pair of jean cutoffs that were almost short enough to reveal his entire thigh. A pair of flips protected his sexy feet and he grinned as I scanned his muscular body.
I only had one love seat and the bed as seating, so he chose the loveseat and, after accepting a glass of wine I sat beside him with my own glass. His scent was a mixture of soap, some form of spicy cologne and a hint of something else I couldn't identify. We sat so close together that he just laughed and put his arm over my shoulders, saying that there wasn't room enough 'to swing a dead cat,' much less put his arm anywhere. "Might as well make it useful," he chortled as that muscled, hairy item moved across the back of the loveseat and then settled around my shoulders.
Our bare legs also touched at various places, his thighs thunderous with muscle and hard against mine, which were no skinny chicken thighs by any means. Adam noticed this and reached out a paw to grasp my upper thigh, only inches from where Mr. Happy wriggled in delight at the contact. "You got some nice muscles, Mike. Not at all like those other guys at the Circle."
I laughed and replied, "Well, it's not called 'Queens Circle' for nothing, Adam. I'd be shocked if the gym rats actually went there for fear of contamination." I smiled and reached out to grasp a thick thigh myself. "I went there because of a rumor that anybody needing a fire put out should head to the Circle on summer mornings."
He laughed with me. "So," he growled in a mock-serious fireman's way, "do you have a fire that needs putting out?"
I nodded, moving my hand onto his cock. "I do and it looks like you also brought a sufficient fire hose to do the job."
He nodded and we stood up, slowly peeling off each other's clothing and enjoying the feeling of each other's skin. I'm not that hairy, having localized hair on my chest, arms and legs, but Adam had a thick pelt everywhere but on his back. All of it had that spicy, musky scent as I sniffed and licked my way across his massive pecs and down his abs to his happy trail. He whispered that he was negative and I whispered back 'same here' and then pulled that 'fire hose' into my mouth.
Adam's cock was uncut, which was a good thing, for I've never really enjoyed giving head and, with the epidemic, had eschewed (so to speak) the practice with everybody else. Uncut cocks took very little coaxing to get hard and I was an expert at where all the kick points were. His cock was no exception and soon we had two hoses pressurized and ready to go.
I stood up and led Adam to the bed, handed him lubricant and a rubber and then got into the time-honored position with my back on the bed and my legs in the air. In a few minutes Adam's cock, rubberized and lubricated, was slowly entering me and I was in heaven. Adam, too, looked like he was enjoying the show and I smiled up at him when he managed to get all ten slender inches inside me.
"Come here often, mister?" I said, lightening the mood a bit as he grinned back and then began to carefully fuck me, his cock moving in and out in slow, long strokes that were sheer bliss. About the only sounds heard after that were the moans from both of us and the light slaps of his body against mine.
Adam was an expert top and had me wriggling with pleasure from the top of my head to my toes, modulating his rhythm just at the right times to heighten the pleasure. Mr. Happy was so excited he didn't need anything more than the visual of the hot, humping muscle man above me to flop about on my flat belly and spewing precum copiously. A few times Adam bent forward and kissed me expertly as well, then lowered his body so that we had almost full body contact, his cock still impaling me and slowly moving in and out while we enjoyed feeling each other's bodies together.
He seemed to sense when the exact time of my orgasm would be at its peak, for his rhythm abruptly changed into hard, short thrusts while deep inside me against my love button and that was all it took for me. My cock nearly did a Mt. Saint Helens as the cum blasted from the tip all over my chest and abs in huge gouts, the slit barely able to widen enough to allow it to surge out. Adam howled as his own orgasm, triggered by my sudden internal clutching, blasted into the reservoir of the rubber and, still pushed firmly against my prostate, kept me spewing from the added feeling on my love nut. Sadly, all good things must come to an end and soon, with a groan, Adam fell forward onto my cum soaked belly, totally as spent as I, and in less time than it took to realize it, we were both sound asleep as the lazy afternoon sun moved over us on the bed.
I woke up first, perhaps an hour later, and enjoyed greatly the male blanket that covered me for a little while before Adam woke up and began moving about. The cum, naturally, had dried to a sticky ooze and we both discovered why smooth men had it lucky. After a bit of careful pulling and separating, we still had some chest and belly hair left and wrapping towels around us, headed to the community bathroom. Two naked men were not going to scare the horses (the world's biggest slut lived across from me and I'd always see the two of them head in the same fashion to the bathroom to clean up) and we arrived at the bathroom without any mishap. To save water we showered together (a convenient excuse I must say) and discovered we were still a bit horny as our hoses repressurized from the contact. I know that the sight of Adam wet with all his body hair clinging to his skin was such a turn on that Mr. Happy all but was jumping around in excitement. Grasping my rod, Adam pulled me close and whispered, "I see that there are some embers still glowing, shall we use our hoses again?" I kissed him in response and we dried each other off, wrapped our towels around our waists (with some obvious bulging) and returned to my room. The bed was hastily stripped and readied for another round, but Adam had a little surprise for me.
Sitting on the bed near the nightstand where I kept my lube and rubbers, he pulled me towards him and sucked my cock into his mouth. Hmm, I thought lazily, he's an expert at this as well. When I was good and damp, he shucked a rubber down over my nine inches and then put on enough lubricant for my cock to enter a pin hole. He was finally satisfied and Adam, the big, muscular and hairy fireman, had me lay down on the bed and then, straddling my body, sat down on my cock!
"Mmmm," murmured Adam as my nine inches slipped inside him, "I'd wanted this all day long." I was back in pig heaven as well, for not only was Mr. Happy in his favorite type of scabbard but my hands were free to explore virtually every inch of this muscled man at my whim. Naturally, I did so, grasping those thick hairy pecs and mauling them in my excitement. Adam just rode my cock, keeping his hands away so that my hands could get anywhere I wanted. I grasped his full, bubbled hairy ass as he bobbed up and down, pulling those meaty cheeks open and causing him to groan with delight. I stroked his working thighs and hips, played with his flat belly and returned to my first love, his pecs, mauling them again and again, tweaking the hard nips that sat proudly upon them until Adam moaned that he was almost ready to blow.
I moved my hands down to his flopping ten inch hose and, grasping the shaft, gave Adam something I bet he'd not had done before. Bending forward slightly, I was able to put the skinned back tip of his cock into my mouth and let my tongue rub against that very sensitive area where his foreskin connected, the frenum. Adam howled at that and I quickly pulled him out and fell back on the bed, the ropes of cum flying from his cock as I jacked him, strings of man juice coating our chests and bellies as he came and came again. My orgasm triggered and he later told me that he could feel each thrum of my spew against his prostate, turning him on even more as he helplessly spewed. We learned our lesson this time and wiped up our spew with cum rags before he carefully pulled off my cock, lovingly removed the rubber from my slightly softened hose and tossed it into the trashcan before arranging himself over my body again like a man blanket. We slept again and then, as the city lights snapped on, we both woke up, got ourselves showered and dried off, and then returned to my room to decide what was next.
We were both fucked out for one day and decided to get some food, which we did and then finished off the bottle of wine he had brought. Nestled in his warm embrace on the loveseat, I whispered that I liked him a lot and hoped we could do this again soon. Adam grew quiet and kissed my forehead and then said, "I really like you too, Mike." We sat there for a little bit longer and then, turning towards me he said, "I like you so much that I'd like you to come live with me."
At my stunned look he grinned and said, "Look, Mike, I do make good money as a fireman and I'd like to find myself a good guy to settle down with. You look like you could be that guy." He told me all about his fire station and that six times a year he'd have to be on station duty and live at the fire station. "I have a nice condo near the fire station and I'd like it if you would move in with me, keep an eye on the condo during my duty and perhaps, when I am done with duty you might welcome me home?"
I nodded and hugged him, his joy on his face radiating brighter than the lights from outside. We remade the bed and decided to call it a night, Adam claiming that this would be the last night in this bed for me so he'd better make it memorable. I just laughed and, before we went to sleep a few hours later, mentioned to him this was just like that old lady joke.
Adam sat up on one elbow and looked at me, his free hand wandering over my chest. "What joke is that?"
"An old lady observes the local fire department's men out exercising in the park beside her home and watches them shirtless and sweating in the sun. There's a call to the fire station that the old lady's 100 room mansion is burning down and 100 firemen hurry to the scene. As they pull up to an obviously non-burning house, the youngest firefighter, by tradition, headed up to where the old lady stood on her porch and asked where the fire was."
"I do have a fire," replied the old lady as she appraised the young man before her, his fireman's uniform fitting tight enough to show the muscled young body inside it. She reached out and grasped the bulge at his crotch. "However, 99 of you can go home..."
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