Fireman of a Nextdoor Neighbor

fiction I was laid off half way through the summer after I graduated from high school. My parents both and all of my friends worked, so I spent my time sleeping in, and lounging around my house. One July morning, as I fixed myself something in the kitchen, I perchanced to catch a glimpse of my next door neighbor through the window. Tom was a piece of work to say the least. He was in his mid 30s, really tall, with light brown hair, and a handsome mug. To top it all off, he worked as a firefighter. I often found myself staring into his windows, hoping to catch a peek of him. But on this particular morning, Tom was washing his car in his backyard. I admired his bare, hairy chest. He was tall and lanky, but his chest was very well built. I grabbed a basketball (an easy excuse), and headed outside for a closer look. We waved to one another, and I began shooting around on my basketball goal. Every so often, I’d glance at Tom to watch him scrub and hose down his truck. I could barely stand it. After he finished, he shouted, “Hey, you want a game?” Of course I eagerly accepted, so he hopped the fence and came over. Greeting him, I shed my shirt. We agreed to play a game to eleven. Through out the game, I covered him closely, hoping to brush up against his strong chest. I found if I turned my back to him and the hoop, he’d spread his arms wide and hover right over me. He won the game with ease, as he had nearly half a foot on me. I invited him in for a drink, which he accepted. Inside, we refreshed ourselves, and chatted. He turned out to be a really charming guy. He asked me about my college plans, and I excitedly listened to his harrowing tales of firefighting. Eventually he brought up plumbing trouble at his home: “Hey, my shower’s been out of commission for awhile. Usually I have to go to the Y, but do you think I could use yours?” And of course I agreed. Tom followed me upstairs and I showed him to the bathroom. I left him there to fetch a set of towels from my parents' closet. When I returned, I found that Tom had stripped off his shorts, and was now completely naked. I offered him the towels and attempted to act unfazed, all the while sneaking peaks of his cut cock, hanging freely between his hairy legs. I soon realized that my own cock had stiffened, and now poked out against my nylon shorts. My face reddened, and I turned to leave. “Could you show me how to turn the shower on?” Tom asked as I began to make my exit. I hastily turned around, and walked past him to the shower. I turned it on for him, and fiddled with the knob. “You can adjust the temperature like this,” I explained as I turned my head to him. Tom now cradled his semi-hard cock in his hand, and stared at me intently. I didn't react, but my cock was about to rip through my shorts. Tom then reached out a hand and grabbed the head of my cock through my shorts. The simple caress sent a wave of pleasure through my body. He let go of my member, and seemed to invite me to touch his. I too reached out a nervous hand, and stroked the head and hardening shaft of his thick dick. “Come here,” Tom beckoned, as he backed away. He told me to stand before the sink basin. He stood behind, took my hand, and again placed it on his shaft. I continued to slowly stroke the completely hardened eight and a half inch cock. “Good. Now take off your shorts,” Tom instructed. I removed my hand from his warm shaft, and lowered my shorts, kicking off my shoes. He then took two moistened fingers, and started working around my hole. I enjoyed then feeling, and he soon began probing me. “Now just relax,” Tom said, gripping my hips with his strong hands. He placed the head of his hard cock against my tight hole, and slowly began to push in. It sent an initial shock of pain, but he continued to force it in. I grunted as his cock slowly, but smoothly made its way into me. With his hips firmly braced against mine, I felt his whiskered chin grace my shoulder as he whispered, “Hold on tight.” I gripped the sink basin's edge and leaned forward as he suddenly pulled back. I let out another grunt. But he then pushed back in. In and out his cock moved slowly, but with sheer force. With every cycle, I anticipated feeling his hips against mine, his warm strong body contact my own. Feeling his strength, channeled through his thrusting cock. Inviting the pain with my passivity. He gripped the base of my cock and balls with one strong hand. He squeezed with every thrust of his hips, forcing a near yelp from me. Preceding every yelp, a low grunt was heard from my fireman of a next door neighbor. Tom fucked me with shorter and faster thrusts. I was pushed into the sink basin with every push from behind. Suddenly, Tom stopped, and commanded me to get on the floor. I slowly lowered myself down, and Tom followed, his cock never leaving my ass. On the cold tile floor, I rested on my hands and knees, while Tom crouched behind me. He quickly resumed fucking me first with slow long strokes. However, his pace soon heightened. Tom now bellowed louder and more animalistic growls and grunts. My whimpers of pain and surprise accompanied his moans. With his strong arms, Tom drew me in at the peak of every thrust. My legs began to shake, and I collapsed on the floor. Tom mounted me and continued to fuck my ass. He now just sent short sharp thrusts of his cock into me, fucking me into the cold tile floor. He breath heavy, his growls frequent, Tom fucked, fucked, fucked, and then let out a climactic moan. Upon that final strong thrust, I finally felt his load of cum shoot into my ass. Again, Tom moaned quieter as he milked his juice from his cock. Tom withdrew, and stood without a word. He made his way into the shower, and bathed himself. With my cock still hard, I lay on the floor, unsure of what would happen next. Tom nonchalantly finished his shower, grabbed his clothes, and left without saying a thing. I remained paralyzed on the bathroom floor, with cum dripping out of my ass, bewildered at what had just happened.