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The Fireman

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This happened to me about a year ago. Some of the long term members of this site, might remember some of my earlier accounts about my first homo-erotic experiences. As a quick recap, I'm a 38 year old straight man. I'm good looking by the average standards. And like many other straight men, (I've come to find out I'm not alone) I enjoy an occasional homosexual encounter. Not all the time, just once every other month or so. I still feel very guilty after my encounters, but the time in-between helps lessen the blow (no pun intended). My first encounters (not that I've had that many) were always in our local adult bookstore. Mainly in the dollar movie booths. I have had a few encounters since then, in local public men's rooms. But the story I'm going to recall for you began at the adult bookstore. Well, actually, it started on the day I was helping a buddy put in a fence in his back yard. I had just split up with a great girlfriend I had been involved with for a year, and I was using my pal as a sounding board to rant and whine to. The break up was hard, because she was really kinky and liked getting really wild with sex toys and other couples. The basic reason for the split up, was she wanted to move to a bigger town, but my job with the local air force base prevented me from going anywhere. So I saw her off, and a few weeks later, I was horny and lonely and the only resolve for me was to labor over an old fence, and sweat the frustration away. My buddy was great. He listened, and didn't pretend to have any magical solutions to my problem ... short of a six pack and a chance to vent. When the day was finished, we barbecued and had dinner outside while admiring the hard work we had done. I took a quick shower before dinner and amazingly felt much better for my troubles. As we ate, I spouted in a slightly drunken defiance that I was still a good looking guy, and had lots of potential to find plenty of other women. My buddy patted me on the shoulder and assured me, that was the right attitude. Well, I was on my way home after dinner, and the thought of going home to a bottle of hand lotion and a porno, didn't quite hit the spot. So I decided to take the longer drive home that took me past the adult bookstore. My heart pounded, and I could feel the usual sense of fear as the thought of walking into that brightly lit porn palace. My biggest fear of course was being recognized while I was in there, or worst, getting caught pounding my meat to a porno by someone I work with. But the thought that drove me there and into the store regardless of my fears, was the thought that there would be some other guy there, that would flash me his hard boner, or come into my booth and whip out his cock so I could watch him pump out a load. Or even better, having a guy come into my booth and slowly jerk my cock till I shot a wad into his hand. These are the thoughts that would get me past my dread and into the book store. Needless to say, I was walking down the long hallway to the booth in the corner. I like the booth in the corner because when you stood in the threshold of the doorway, you could see into the two booths across from you. On this occasion, I had put money in the machine and the movie started up. Having the buzz of a sixpack in me, put me in the mood for some raunchy sex acts, so I looked for a channel that had a gang bang going on with eight guys and a beautiful red head with the most amazing ass on a woman. As I watched the movie, I stood in the threshold of the booth. And within a few moments I was working up a nice boner in my docker shorts. As I stood there rubbing myself through the cloth, a guy about my height (6 feet tall) entered the booth directly across from me. He too put money in the booth and stood in his door way looking out. Which happened to be a direct view at me. He was a moose this guy was. He had a huge broad chest, with pecs that stood out through the loose T-shirt he had on. I figure he lifted weights because his arms were huge. Both arms were covered in a thick coat of hair, and I noticed a tattoo of the Marine bulldog on his left forearm. What stood out the most to me though was his mustache. It was one of those thick bristly kind that resembles a janitor broom. Only his was trimmed and shaped to his upper lip. I figured him for a lumber jack, but that was pretty dumb since the nearest forest was over two hundred miles away. At any rate, he stood there a moment or two. I had since stopped working on my dick, incase he was a vice cop or something. My paranoia is really unhealthy, but I can't help it. Anyway, we stood there a bit, and he didn't waste much time. Instead of rubbing himself or anything like that, he just unbuttoned his jeans and opened the fly wide for me to see that he had on a pair of pink lace panties. This was something new to me. I'd never seen a cross dresser before, but the site of this big ox of a man, wearing lace panties was somehow really got me horny as hell. I brought my hand down to my crotch and started rubbing my cock for him to see I had a hard on. But he was way a head of me. He was a lot bolder than me, and he slowly lowered his jeans down past his mid thighs. His legs were just as hairy as his arms. Thick dark hair covered the entire girth of his thighs. And yet, the area around his panties was smooth as a babies ass. For a moment, I thought this was a dangerous move on his part, because anyone walking down the hall would see this guy with his jeans down to his knees. But the store had few customers and it seemed like nobody would be coming by anytime soon. So I unzipped my fly and put my hand in to feel my boner underneath my jockeys. As I rubbed on my hard dick, this guy leaned against the wall and pushed his crotch forward. And I can tell you, the sight of this guys huge cock, thick and hard against the delicate lace was a total turn on. He slowly ran the tips of his fingers along the ridge of his boner. So slow, I could almost feel the tingle he was giving himself. He let his fingers trace the ridge of his cock head. It was bursting through the panties, and with a delicate tiny tug, he brought the waist band down to expose his throbbing cock head, and a thick drop of glistening pre-cum oozed out of the dick slit. And with one flex of his bone muscle his cock came flopping out of the panties. Thick and meaty, it just stood out from the pink lace, and his balls were half exposed to show me he shaved his nut sack clean. Then, as if his huge cock meat had fallen out of his panties by accident, he quickly pulled the lace over this cock again, with this look of the perfect tease on his face. I knew then, this guy was somebody I wanted to get to know better. I slowly pulled my cock out to show him my seven inches of hard on, kind of mimicking his tease. But I was such a horny fuck, I could feel myself rushing to get my hand pumping on my rod. He looked at me jacking off, and with a lift of his right eyebrow, showed me he approved of what he saw. This excited me, and I wanted to show him more. But before, I could get my hands into my shorts to expose my nut sack, he began to slowly pull up his T-shirt. I wasn't surprised to see a thick mat of hair that went from his navel up his stomach, and as he exposed his chest, instead of seeing the thick carpet, I saw he was wearing a very tight support bra. Not the playtex wonder bras my mom wore, it was the sports type with wire under it, like my girlfirends wear. And to my amazement, this guy filled it out pretty damn well. His pecs were big and full, and the spandex spread over them with a snug fit. I have to tell you, this guy looked damn sexy in it. It was almost as if it was made for him, the way it showed off his pecs. He let his fingers roam toward his nipples as he looked me right in the eye, and then sheepishly, almost shyly, he rubbed his nipple and I heard him moan. Loud. It sounded so deep and hard, that I almost felt the ecstasy. Well, I started jacking really hard, and he must have known I was close to shooting a thick wad of jizz into the hall, because he stood up straight and waived "no" to me. He pulled up his pants, and at first I thought he was leaving. He tucked in his shirt. And as I stood there with my dick in my hand, he crossed the hall, and stood outside my booth. I thought at first he was going to come in. But instead he whispered to me "I have a place to go. Follow me out." And with that he left. So without thinking about safety, or the fact that I'd never, ever gone anyplace with another guy for the purpose of engaging in a homosexual act, I zipped up, and almost ran out the of the store so as not to loose this guy. He was quick too. As I walked out into the cold night air, I didn't see him anyplace in the parking lot. Just then, a huge white diesel Ford pickup, revved up. I turned to see the lights turn on, and the truck backed up out of the slot. It was then I noticed the fire department logo on the license plate, and the all too familiar red fire helmet sticker on the back window. The guy was a fire man, not a lumber jack. He pulled up with his window half down, and without looking at me, he said in a gruff voice, "Follow me." I jumped into my car, started my car and whipped out of the parking lot, to find his truck half a block away up the road. I sped up, and was right behind him in no time. We drove about four blocks, he turned into a business district, and I began to imagine the worst. Like what if he was a cop, or a serial killer? I know, my paranoia is pathetic. And all the while I'm imagining the worst, my throbbing cock is leaking pre cum into my jockeys. It was so wet, I could feel the damp spot against my skin. Just then, he turned into the drive way of a small flea bag motel. I'd past this motel several times going to work, and it seemed odd to me that a fireman would be staying in a place like this. I figured he was from out of town and just dropped by the bookstore for a quickie. He parked, jumped out of his truck and almost raced to the door of room 224, before I could even find a parking space. I got out of my car, walked up to the door, and wasn't sure if I should just walk in, or knock. But when I got close enough, I noticed the door was open a crack, so I opened it, and walked into a very dark room. Then, the TV went on, and the volume was up enough to drown out any other noise. When I looked past the screen, I saw him standing there in nothing but those panties and the bra. His muscular legs and flat stomach made the perfect background for that huge cock in those tight lace undies. Man, I have to tell you, his cock was really big. It was thick, cut and had one of those big shafts that run the entire length of his rod to his nut sack. I got close to him and he slowly reached out and touched my hard cock. It felt so good to have a warm hand on my rod, that I just stood there and took in the sensation. Not sure about what I should do, I slowly reached up and started to feel his stomach. It was rock hard, and oddly enough, the hair on his body was very soft. I thought it would be course, but it felt gentle to feel his fuzz. He was breathing loud, neither of us saying a word, and I felt his hand undo my shorts and in one move they fell to the floor. The palm of his hand was huge, and I felt it completely cover the pouch of my white jockeys. He pressed hard against my dick and it made my blood pump hard into my shaft. I flexed my dick and he pushed my waist band down and I felt his hot hand on my hard cock. It took my breath a moment to come back after feeling that soft warm touch of his gentle caress on my prick. I stepped out of my shorts and pulled off my shirt. This was the first time I'd every been completely naked with another man for the purspose of sexual gratification. I mindlessly reached up his chest and rubbed my palm over his pecs and was amazed to find the thickest, hardest bullet shaped nipples under the spandex of the bra. I rubbed the nub with my thumb and he moaned loud, and leaned into me. I thought he was going to fall on me, but he held himself up and just leaned into me. I could smell him at that point. He smelled of that clean soap smell. Like he had just gotten out of the shower. And it struck me, that this is what my girlfriend smells when we have sex. His grip on my rod tightened and he moved his grip over my cock gently once or twice, and then brought his thumb up to my dick slit, and gently smeared my pre-cum over the head of my cock. I had so much pre-cum that it felt like he put a huge wad of lube over my prick. That was when he started to squeeze just the head of my cock, and jerked on it with the palm of his hand kneading the top of the head. It was amazing. Now it was my turn to moan and I almost did fall. He looked at me, and at first I thought was going to try and kiss me or something, but instead he just fell to his knees, and in one felt swoop, his mouth was on my cock. I looked down at him and he was looking right at me, with his eyes wide open and his mouth full of my hard dick meat. He sucked on it, softly but with great pressure against his tongue. He took it all the way down, with his nose buried in my bush, his eyes never left mine. He sucked me, and worked on my dick so perfectly, that I almost wanted to thank him for the best blow job I've ever had. But instead of speaking, I let out a deep low rumble of pure sexual delight. And to hear me moan with animal excitement, made his eyes brighten. He wanted me to let him know I was enjoying what he was doing. So as I usually do with women who like to suck dick, I reached down and put my hand on the side of his face, and said, "Oh, man, that feels so good". And with that, he perked up, and began to suck me while rubbing my nuts with his hand. Now that really put a cap on how hard my cock was going to get. From then on, it was rock hard. So I let him know I was happy. "You're a great cock sucker." He almost smiled with my boner in his mouth. "You like my hard cock in your mouth?" I asked him in a deep husky whisper. And he uttered a mumbled "Mmmm Hmmm". And I took his face in both my hands and began to gently feed him my dick. "I bet you'd like to taste my cum wouldn't you?" He moaned with a sound of pure joy as only a man can make when the right sex button has been pushed. It was new and exciting to have a man doing this to me, and the fact that he was having such a good time giving me a blow job was beyond what I imagined. It was then, I noticed he was jacking his huge cock off. The waistband of the panties riding tightly underneath his ball sack, and his huge cock was dripping a thick wad of clear juice down on to his hairy thigh. It was so dirty, so raunchy, so taboo. And I was loving it. So I reached down and played with his nipple again, and he let out a guttural squeal as he sucked on my rod. And he kept it up, like a little slut. I realized that was what he wanted me to think of him. A little slut cock sucker, in panties and a bra. This big lug of a man, wanted me to treat him like a cock sucking slut. And that thought made me want to venture into that fantasy with him by simply saying, "Yeah, you little whore. Work up my jizz. I want to cum all over your face." And with that, he let out tremendous expulsion of a sigh. It was what put me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum." I said in a panic, not sure if he would let me cum in his mouth. "I want to cum on your face." I told him. He pulled his mouth off my cock, looked me straight in the eye and jacked my cock off by squeezing only at the head. It sent a wild frenzy of excitement and ecstasy through out my body. My dick head was so sensitive to that stroking that I couldn't control the feeling of my need to shoot. I looked him in the eye and said, "Be my slut. Work my dick. Make me cum baby. Make me shoot my load on your face." His hand tightened on my dick head and with three more hard squeezes, my legs weakened and my body convulsed. The jizz flew out of my dick slit like a bullet, the first wad shooting past his face, over his forehead and the tail end of the strand landed in his hair. He stroked me harder and the next rope of cum landed over his nose and in his mustache. He moaned and moved his face to let the next strand of jizz land on his lips and let it drip down his chin onto his chest. My cum kept spilling out of my dick slit and glob after glob landed on his face and chest. He rubbed my dick in my cum and smeared it all ove his face. My sensitive shaft was burning under the prickly spikes of his facial hair. I'm telling you, it hurt something good. Then he let out a series of short gasps and a few grunts as he leaned back onto his haunches and I watched him jerk off his meat. He leaned far back and pushed his cock out farther and without warning he shot an enormous thick wad of cum that flew up and landed on my thigh. He was a quick shooter, with one wad following another and spraying all over the place. On my legs, on his stomach, on the carpet. Everywhere. He sat on his haunches catching his breath, and I stood there in a daze. Afraid to move for fear I might pass out from the ecstasy. Then without a word, he stood up and began to get dressed. He didn't wipe off the cum or even wash up. He just put all his clothes back on. I wasn't sure what to do or say, so I said nothing and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. It was then, I thought I should make small talk. But what do you say to a guy wearing pink lace panties who just sucked your cock? I wasn't sure, so I let it go. Into the bathroom I took a towel off the rack and started to wipe the cum off my legs. Then I realized that might be what I could use as an icebreaker. "Hey, you want a towel?" I asked. But there was no reply. I peeked out the bathroom door, and he was no where in sight. I stepped out, and suddenly heard the sound of his diesel pick truck revving the engine and suddenly pulling out of the parking lot in a flurry of gravel. And as strange as it may seem, as unfamiliar as this experience was to me, I had to remember my very first time when a guy jerked me off and how afterward, all I wanted to do was get as far away from him as possible so I could recoup from my moment of sexual deviancy. And I began to laugh. I washed up, started to get dressed, and as I pulled up my white jockeys, I felt a cold wet spot much bigger than my pre cum had left. I looked into them, and there on the puouch where the fly is, was several big globs of the guys cum. In a moment of insanity, I pulled them off and brought them to my nose and took in a deep inhalation of his cum sent. My dick got hard as a rock again. What is it about the smell of cum that can get the old bone upright again? I put on my shorts with out the jockeys and finished cleaning up. I turned off the lights in the room, closed the door and headed to my car. Looking over my shoulder as I drove off, I realized that It would be very hard not to pop a boner everytime I drove past this motel on my way to work. And like always, after a taboo encounter... I couldn't help but hope I would run into the crossdressing fireman again sometime soon.

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