I'm retired now, but I was a Fire Fighter for more than 20 years. My department was paid, and the other guys and myself would rotate shifts between two fire stations. The main station was big and always had a lot of people around and a lot of emergency to respond to. The satellite station though, was a one-man/one fire truck operation, used in conjunction with the main station to supplement emergency responses to the farthest end of the district we covered.

I was working day shift at the satellite station and my evening relief man was due in at 6PM. Sam was the eternal macho playboy and would screw anything in a skirt. His wife just turned the other way, wanting to ignore his trysts with other women for the sake of the family. Sam was a hunky bear: great face and powerful body, with just a bit of a bearish tummy. His olive complexion was a magnet for my fantasies. Beards weren't allowed in the department, but mustaches were, and Sam's was thick and dark, and neatly trimmed to the edges of his mouth .

It had been a slow day, almost unbearably quiet. When Sam walked in, I gave him the update on the daily truck and equipment checks and passed all pertinent information along to him for his evening/night shift. Going over this stuff at the desk put me in close enough proximity to him that his aftershave was not only evident, but really nice. I asked him about it and he said, "My new lady gave it to me last week. She said it was her favorite." "I just keep it in the glove box of my pick-up; no sense in having wifie find it on the bathroom shelf." All I said was, "Well, it just smells nice, what's the name of it."

He got a little bent out of shape and said, "It's supposed to attract women, not my station-house mates." "Unless there's something more to your question." I got up from the desk and headed towards the outside door. He got up from the desk and followed me. Hoping to bait me into a confrontation, he says, "A couple of us guys always wondered about you." I stopped short of the door, and reached over to close it, and I said to him, "Well Sammy, you don't have to wonder any more." He was practically breathing down my neck at this point, and I reached back to find his crotch within arm's reach and I pulled him to me. I reached behind him with my other hand grasping his wonderful bubble-butt, all the while rubbing his manmeat through the fabric of his uniform.

He didn't resist. He didn't pull away. He just let me grope him thoroughly until the front of his uniform pants was stretched to the limit and I knew Sammy-the-man was really enjoying all the attention I was giving him below the waist. Undoing his belt and fly was a joy as his 7 inch cut cock sprang out in a full salute through the fly of his boxers. Still clutching onto his ass, I knelt down and kissed his cock, running my tongue up the length of its heavily veined sides. A veneer of my saliva ran up around the purple head of his cock as I traced around the ridge of its helmet. Sam's balls were huge fuzzy orbs hanging low between his hairy and muscled thighs. The scent of his freshly showered crotch was clean and warm and vaguely musky. It was intoxicating. He put his head back and breathed my name heavily. "Oh, Curt. Don't stop, it feels so good." I'm not about to miss a cue like that, so I stood up and grabbed him by his stiff prick and lead him into the bunk room with his pants around his ankles. Macho-man Sammy was on the leash of his privates.

This time, he shut the door behind us and it was clear he wanted all of it. He began tearing at his shirt buttons, and I slowed him down, saying, "Easy Tiger. Let me do it." I began to unbutton his shirt, and slip it back over his huge shoulders, letting my fingers lightly brush across his chest and bulging bi-ceps. His arms were covered with hair and the neck of his T-shirt had hair sprouting out the neck. I was nearly shaking with excitement myself. We had crossed paths in the workout room at the main station many times before. I knew that his Italian heritage had gifted him with a thick pelt of wonderful black hair on his chest and abs. His legs were dark with hair and there was this patch of hair that hovered over his waistband at the back. I had wanted Sammy for a long time, but the fire station isn't too conducive to homo-erotic relationships. I had lusted quietly for way too long. Now this hairy stud was mine.

One of us had to stay somewhat ready to respond to a call if it came in. Since Sammy was in no condition to respond to much besides my mouth, I tried to stay as dressed as possible. But that was hard to do. It seems that as much as I had wanted Sam, he was wanting me. His hands were all over me while I undressed him and toyed with his body to the point that he was leaking precum. His nipples were erect and huge, poking up through the hair on his pecs. I pushed him onto his back on the bunk and he pulled me on top of himself. I went to lick and nip on those nipples and he pulled me up to his face and he kissed me deeply, fucking my mouth with his tongue. I couldn't believe this was Sam. I kissed him back, my 5o'clock shadow rubbing against his freshly shaved face and neck. I eased down to kindle the fire a bit at his chest and he arched his back to let his pecs meet my lips, tongue and teeth. My light nips were driving him wild and he ground his hips into my own swollen cock as he wound his legs around my back and pulled me even more tightly to his hairy torso.

With his legs around me, I was able to reach a free hand down around his waist and run my long fingers through his hairy crack. He clenched his cheeks in surprise, and I reassured him that it would be good and that I wouldn't do anything to hurt his virgin ass. Right before my eyes Macho Sammy was turning into a slut puppy with virtually no second thoughts. The more I groped his ass, sucked on his tits, and ground my crotch into his, the more he responded to my ministrations.

Sam wanted more though. He worked his hand between our bodies and expertly unzipped my work fatigues which was actually a jump suit for day shift workers. The thick blonde hair on my chest mingled and tangled quickly with his dark haired chest. Our stomachs were warm and sweaty against one another, and my own throbbing dick was peaking up over the waistband of my briefs. Sam's hand deftly moved the elastic down under my ballsack. Electricity seemed to shoot between us as my cock touched his. The puddle of his precum on his stomach clung to my hardon and our two hunks of sausage slipped easily against one another as we rocked in a powerful embrace.

Things were really heating up and both our dicks were drooling. I slid lower and lower on him, kissing his torso and that center ridge of hair that ran eternally lower to his crotch and the treasures that lie there. If I didn't know him to be straight, I'd say he had waited for me to warm them further with my breath and set them afire with my lips and tongue. Reaching my goal, I held his engorged prick lightly with one hand and placed my lips on the crown of his shaft. Pointing my tongue, I licked the piss-slit and wormed my way in as far as I could. Though he was cut, there was still plenty of skin to slide and up and down real nicely. With my lips surrounding the head, I began to take him slowly into the depths of my throat. Short strokes with my mouth became longer and deeper until my nose was buried in Sam's dark pubes. His cock in my mouth, my one hand squeezing a nipple and the other still in his ass crack, he was writhing putty and willing to do whatever I wanted.

I withdrew him from my mouth amidst his protests, and lifted his balls with my tongue. At the very base of his ball sac was a smooth, patch of softer than soft skin. It was a small island of sensitive hairless skin, and Sam decided loudly that he liked my tongue there. My nose is buried in the soft thick fur of his scrotum and my mouth is on bald skin, inching its way to that dark puckered hole where the sun don't shine. Sam is in ecstasy now, begging me to keep doing whatever it is I'm doing. Playing with his ass with my hand and mouth, and stoking his fire pole with my free hand, he's clutching at my hair, pushing my face deeper into his crack. As my tongue begins concentric circles around his dump valve, he says he's going to cum. His thighs begin to tense. His hips begin to pound. I want my mouth on that nozzle to take in as much of his cum as possible. But he has my head trapped between his thighs, and there's no sign of him releasing it. His ass crack is getting more and more sweaty, and he's not stopping. So, I keep licking and kissing and pushing my tongue into Sam's pleasure chute. I keep my hand moving on his shaft too, and he's going wild. He begins to shudder and he moans in sweet release. My nose is in position to feel every contraction of the muscles that shoot his cream upwards and out. I am drunk with his scent. I don't want to move. I want to breathe him in for the rest of the night. I want my pole in and up that chute. I think I've found my position in life, and it's in Sam's crotch.

He releases the thigh-hold on my head and lets me up. His cum is all over his chest hair, and he draws me up into another embrace, plastering both our chests with his creamy goo. He whispers in my ear a quiet thanks and squeezes me in his bearish arms. "I had no idea that sex with a man could be so good. You just eclipsed my wife and all my girlfriends." After a lingering embrace, he pulls my ear to his mouth and kisses me. "Can you come in early to relieve me tomorrow morning?" "It's going to be a long lonely night." Sammy is on fire. How can I refuse to extinguish him? "Sure." I tell him. We cleaned up, dressed and got our uniforms back in order As he walks me out to the door, his hand is on my ass all the way out. Tomorrow will be an early fire drill, no doubt. With any luck, it will be me that gets drilled up my ass. Sweet dreams, Sammy. See ya' in the morning. Neither of us slept that night; it was a long hard night for us both.