Diary of a Teenage Hunk 6 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At the Fire House
Went to the firehouse. Everybody was great, and friendly. The place ought to be named the fuckhouse. Had dinner with them. Guy named Skip made lasagna. It was good. After we ate the guys told me Skip's secret recipe; after he bakes the lasagna all the guys stand around and jack of and shoots their loads on it, he spreads the cum around with a pastry brush and puts it back in the oven to brown. I still don't know whether to believe them or not. Glad I didn't take seconds. I helped Dave clean up while guys sat out in front of the firehouse.
Skip, and a guy named Mitch who came through, went upstairs to their sleeping quarters. Dave told me they were the two guys that would be interested in me; Dave and I went upstairs too. They were pretty quick about undressing me. Mitch liked my ass. Skip liked my cock so he sucked my cock while Mitch rimmed me and fingered me. They gave me poppers, first time to use that stuff. It made me fly, just like they said it would. Okay, I sucked cock, and took a big load of cum. I liked it, sucking cock and the cum, maybe because of the poppers. Gotta admit something else. I got fucked! Poppers probably made me do it; I know they helped. It hurt like hell at first but then it started feeling food. I liked it. It was wild, sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time, and the guy fucking me was getting fucked himself. I want to blame it on the poppers, but the guys said that I was secretly wanting to do all that stuff, the poppers just helped me find the courage to do it. They might be right. I got invited back. I will probably go. I like having sex with these studs.
At The Fire House
Brandon arrived at the fire station at the appointed time on Friday evening, in time for dinner. That day's cook had made lasagna; he could smell the garlic. Dave greeted him and made the introductions to the other men seated around the table. They were friendly and out going as Skip, the cook of the day, served up his specialty to the waiting, hungry crew. They all bitched and complained about the lasagna but it was all in fun, and the conversation moved to more raucous things.
Brandon told him how great it was and the men all looked at each other and laughed.
"What?" he asked. "What'd I say that was so funny?"
"You gonna tell him?"
"Not me."
"Not me."
"He'll probably throw up."
"Tell me what?" Brandon asked.
"Well, I guess you oughta know, since you've already eaten it," Mitch said.
"Know what?"
"Well, Skip's got a secret ingredient that he uses in his lasagna. After he bakes it, he takes it out of the oven, we all stand around it to sort of warm our balls...well, no, actually, we stand around and jack off and shoot cum all over it and he spreads that around with a pastry brush then puts it back in the oven for five minutes. That's gives it that golden brown look."
Brandon dropped his fork with a bite of lasagna on it and reached for his Coke. Everybody burst out laughing as he gulped down the coke, trying to wash down the taste of the lasagna.
"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Brandon said, laughing with them, but it was weak laughter, not as hard. He looked at Skip and he really couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.
One of the guys got up and began clearing the table. He reached for Brandon's plate, hesitating. "Are you finished?"
"Uhh...I think I am," Brandon said. "Is anybody going to tell me if that's a joke or not?"
"Would you believe us if we did?" one man asked as they all laughed again. They never told him.
Brandon pitched in to help with the dishes while the others went outside to sit in front of the firehouse and watch the traffic. All the while he wondered what might transpire, and when, or if it was to be simply an evening of camaraderie with the firemen. He thought they might just join the others outside for a while. He still didn't know who the "couple of guys" were that Dave said he would like meet him. Just then Mitch came in from outside.
"I'm going upstairs and lie down," he said. He disappeared up the stairs. Skip finished wiping up the counter while Dave and Brandon straightened the chairs. Then when Skip started for the stairs, Brandon had a feeling it was going down.
"You coming up?" Skip asked Dave at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, we'll be up," Dave said. He looked at Brandon when Skip had gone. "Skip and Mitch, they're the two guys," he said.
"What about the rest of the guys?" Brandon asked.
"They won't bother us," Dave said.
"So they know. I mean, they know, if I go up with you and Mitch and Skip instead of us going outside with them, that...."
"Yeah, they're all cool with it," Dave said.
Brandon shrugged and followed Dave up the stairs. It was a small dorm-like room with rows of bunks on each side and narrow lockers against the walls at the end of each bunk. The lighting was dim, and it took him a moment to adjust to it. When he did he saw Mitch stretched out on the last bunk, naked except for his socks. Skip was sitting on the edge of his bunk also naked. There was an empty bunk between them.
Dave approached the middle bunk with Brandon in tow and Mitch reached out and squeezed his thigh.
"We're really glad you decided to join us," he said to Brandon.
"Yeah, mighty glad," Skip said as he sat up as well, feeling Brandon's butt.
Dave tugged Brandon's shirt up and pulled it off while Mitch was undoing his jeans. Skip, behind him, pulled the jeans down and they all three pulled them off of him.
"Fuck!" Skip said. "The next opening, you need to apply. We want you in this station house."
Mitch felt the front of Brandon's briefs. "Damn, dude, you look so hot in those shorts I hate to take them off of you."
Brandon felt Skip pulling his shorts down in the back. "Get a look at this ass."
You're gonna love it." He urged him to turn around so Mitch could see his butt.
"Ohh, fuck! Perfection!" Mitch said.
Skip laughed. "I knew you would like it."
"Mitch is an ass man," Dave explained.
"Geezuss!" Mitch exclaimed hoarsely as he squeezed and kneaded the firm muscled ass. "Fuck, I gotta have this." With that he slipped off his bunk onto his knees and began licking and kissing Brandon's butt.
Dave, who was naked now too, began kissing his chest and playing with his nipples. Skip was pulling his shorts down in front.
"Ohh, my Godd," he gasped. "He's a horse! Fuck, Mitch, you gotta see this cock."
"Later," he murmured, his voice muffled by Brandon's butt.
"Like I said, Mitch is a true ass man," Dave said.
Brandon moaned as he felt Skip's mouth envelop his cock. From then on, it all happened so fast, it made his head spin. The three hunky firemen seemed to all have their own specialties. They eased him down onto the bunk and Dave and Skip took turns between his tits and his cock, but Dave spent more time sucking his tits and generally tongue-worshiping his muscles. Mitch remained glued to his butt. They had him turned up with his legs up in the air while Mitch tongued his ass and gradually inserted a finger.
Brandon started to stop him but the way they were entangled he couldn't reach his wrist. Then he didn't bother as the finger shoved deeper inside him. This was not new to him, and he didn't want to act like a baby.
"OOHhhhh," he gasped softly.
"He's got a real educated tongue," Dave said.
"I think...h-he's using his finger," Brandon said.
"Well, let his finger do the walking, Mitch is an expert ass man."
"Ohh...Ohh...Ohh, fuck," he gasped as he felt Mitch touch a very sensitive spot up inside him.
"See what I mean?" Dave said.
"Ohh...Ohhhh....Ohhhh Godd!" Brandon moaned.
Skip stood up and moved to the head of the bunk where he got on his knees to straddle Brandon's head.
"Hey, I think he's one way," Dave pointed out.
"That's a temporary situation," Skip said.
But Brandon turned his head as he felt Skip's heavy balls against his head and saw his cock sticking out over his face. Skip held a small brown bottle down to his nose. It was open and Brandon could smell the acrid aroma. He twisted his head further but that only facilitated Skip putting the bottle to his nostril and he closed off the other nostril with his finger.
"Take a deep breath," he told him.
"It'll make you fly," Dave said. "We all use it."
Brandon took a light sniff then sucked in a deep breath, taking in the acrid aroma that was like fumes now.
"Lift your head," Skip told him and when he did he put the bottle to the other nostril and told him to breath it in.
Again Brandon easily obeyed as the stuff had already began do to it's magic on his brain. He felt a strange warmth and the inside of his head was sort of spinning and he was seeing stars, then he was seeing Skip's heavy balls that he had turned away from hanging over his face now, and instead of turning away again he was opening his mouth.
"Uhhmmm," he moaned softly as he began sucking gently on the warm, hairy gonad.
"Thata boy," someone said.
Then someone was taking his hand and lifting his arm that was guarding against the big cock sticking out over his face. As his hand was guided, he took hold of Skip's cock. He jacked it a few times, and it felt hot and hard and alive and good.
"You like the feel of that?" Dave asked him.
"MMMnnnn," he moaned to say he liked the feel of the thick cock in his hand. Then suddenly Skip was rising up, pulling his balls up from Brandon's face and he saw the thick cock being aimed at his open mouth.
"No, man," he said weakly, but he didn't sound very convincing even to himself. He felt powerless to stop the towering man flesh even as it came closer to his mouth, and then the big cock descended downward, entering his mouth and Brandon's tongue came out to welcome it first, then his lips as they closed around it, and suddenly he was sucking cock for the first time in his life!! He wanted to resist it, to rebel, to stop this awful thing from happening. but the little brown bottle was against his nose again and he couldn't resist it either. He wanted it. All of it. The hard, throbbing cock and the warm balls, and Skip's muscular thighs against his head, and he needed the good floating feeling from the bottle, and the courage it gave him to do what he didn't want to do.
"Told you it was a temporary situation," Skip said with a chuckle. "Look at him eat that cock."
As he breathed in the macho-saving aroma he felt something different at his ass. He had been only vaguely aware of the increased intensity down there as Mitch tongued his ass and fingered him and massaged that Godd-oh-so-good spot inside him, and it felt like he was using more than one finger now and he was fucking him with his finger.
Suddenly Mitch's face appeared above him, a little blurry, and his broad shoulders, and his arms were crooked around Brandon's legs, tilting him up off the bed, bending him in half and there was a hot bluntness pushing against his asshole where his fingers had been before.
Brandon could feel his insides palpitating, almost quivering from want of those wonderful fingers to be back inside him, doing their magic.
Mtich bent down and kissed Brandon's mouth that was wrapped around Skip's thrusting cock.
"You're gonna like this," he told him.
The bottle was there again at his nose. He was glad because the stuff didn't last very long and he wanted to keep soaring on his new journey into ecstasy. He sucked it in and soared higher. Some part of his brain cried out, weakly now, to stop it. This wasn't who he was. It told him he was about to be impaled on the hard heat bearing down against his asshole. He was about to be fucked. But he silenced the fading voice and the pressure grew, then became irresistible, and he was soaring so high with a warm, hard cock in his mouth and another one pushing to gain entry from the other end. Ohh, Godd, get it in! Maybe it can find that spot that was still aching for attention. Shove it in, for chrissakes! Fuck me!
"Ooohhhhh!" His surprised cry was muffled by the cock in his mouth, and the bottle appeared yet again to numb the pain and numb his brain to the fact that his asshole had been pried apart and there was a thick, hot cock being imbedded into his guts. Mitch continued to kiss him around Skip's cock, murmuring soothingly to calm him, telling him to hold on, take it like a man, it was going to feel good in a minute.
He was sure he believed him but he was helpless to resist. Not that Mitch was that much bigger than him; he simply didn't have the will. It was as his macho common sense was being flooded and he was drowning in a seat of lust. He held his breath as the big cock sank deeper and deeper into his body. He held it till he felt Mitch's balls pressing against his butt and his pubes grinding against his spread butt. And suddenly, Mitch was right. Suddenly, it was feeling good.
His asshole clenched involuntarily around the thick girth till it worked through the last of the pain and what emerged was the most wonderful feeling Brandon had ever experienced. Even as the poppers wore off, the hard, throbbing cock felt so incredible inside his ass and he even relished the feel and taste of Skip's cock in his mouth, that was by now sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat.
Where was Dave, he wondered. It was a few more minutes as his mind cleared that he realized that Dave was fucking Skip.
The poppers had sent him into orbit and now the melding of male flesh into his body kept him floating in that orbit. Mitch moved his cock in and out a few times.
"How does that feel?"
'MMMMnnnnn!" he moaned, nodding as he hunkered his butt up to meet Mitch's cock sliding into his ass. Then he squirmed free of Skip's cock and held it in his hand. "Godd, I never dreamed anything could feel like this. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard," he said breathlessly. Then he took Skip's cock back in his mouth. Skip had moved around and he buried his head in Brandon's crotch to suck his cock. "MMnnn...MMMmmm!" Brandon moaned around Skip's cock. His brain became seared with lust so that he was unable to make heads or tails of any thoughts, but they came and went swiftly...of his Dad...what would he think of him?...and of all the others who so eagerly serviced him without a thought of reciprocation. They wouldn't believe it.
The pleasure intensified.
"Listen, Brandon, let us know when you're getting close, we'll give you a real send off," Skip said.
"Yeah, Skip, I know how much you want his load but don't be a cum pig. You gotta share it with Mitch and me," Dave said.
The send off they gave him was something he would not have thought possible to experience or to endure. He was able to give warning through his desperate groans and his body language, that he was approaching his climax. Suddenly the bottle appeared again.
"Here, one more time," one of the firemen said. "This is going to blow your mind as well as your load."
Brandon took the offering eagerly and set sail yet again. His mounting climax served as the rocket booster and suddenly he was cumming. It felt like his insides were churning in a whirlwind as his climax gained momentum. He wanted Skip to stay on his cock and accept it and draw it out of him but he moved away and replaced his mouth with his hand. Brandon was suddenly jolted to the core as his asshole tightened around Mitch's cock and his prostate vibrated like an electrical current was shot through it. Then he came.
Godd, did he cum!! The stuff shot up through his cock so hard, it almost hurt.
"Holy Fuck!" Skip exclaimed, and he knew he had hit him with it his hot rocket fuel.
Again and again his hard, aching cock fired off salvos of thick, hot cum in long ropes, while Mitch continued to fuck him. It was like he was fucking his load right out of him.
"Godd! He is a horse! Look at that stuff shoot out! Fuck, I can feel his prostate almost pounding against my cock with every shot," Mitch said.
Brandon was seeing stars, and he thought he might've blacked out for a couple of times for seconds. As he felt himself floating back down in stages, he felt a hot sensation deep inside his ass, like he was being shot full of liquid heat and being bathed with warm honey. Mitch was cumming inside him! When the stuff heated his prostate it quivered violently.
"Shit, there's more!" Skip exclaimed as Brandon shot out several more spurts of semen. "Aww, fuck, this is so hot, kid, I'm gonna cum, just watching you!"
It never really registered in Brandon's mind that Skip was going to cum in his mouth till he was doing it. The warm semen gushed out, coating his tongue, waking his taste buds as it flooded his mouth. He heard himself moan with perverted pleasure as he swirled the stuff around the swollen cockhead and when there was too much, he instinctively swallowed, but he could still feel the stuff overflowing out the corners of his mouth. The incredibly intense climax slowly took its toll. He closed his eyes, only vaguely aware of eager mouths licking up the cum from his chest and stomach and then kissing it off his face.
"Damn, Dave, where did you find this stud?" one of them asked.
They took a few minutes to rest and catch their breath, and Brandon felt totally in his element, lying on the narrow bunk with a muscular fireman crowded on each side. When they were showered, they remade the bunks
"So, are you ready to become a fireman?" Skip asked Brandon as they were getting dressed.
"I don't think I would have enough strength to go out on calls," Brandon said.
They took him down the brass pole and outside to say goodbye to the others, then Dave walked him out to his truck.
"You were awesome," he told him. "And that's not just my opinion."
"You guys were pretty awesome too," Brandon said. "You made me do things I never dreamed I would ever do."
"You wanted to do those things...it was in there, waiting to get out," Dave said.
"Yeah, I think the poppers pretty much flushed it all out of me," he said, laughing.
"I hope you come back," Dave said.
"Fuck, yeah, any time the three of you are on duty," Brandon said.
"We don't all have to be here. Any one of us can take care of you."
"What about the others? What will they think if I just start showing up?"
"They join in sometimes, to get their cocks sucked, or maybe to fuck when their wives aren't putting out for some reason, and now that you know you can handle that."
"You're going to tell the others that I got fucked."
"We don't keep secrets from each other. We're too tight for that," Dave said. "But listen, you don't have to get fucked every time. You lay the ground rules, the guys will respect that."
"Man, I never thought I would ever be doing that stuff, but the poppers sent me over the edge."
"No, dude," Dave said with an arm on his shoulder. "You went over the edge yourself, the poppers only gave you the courage to make the jump.
Brandon pondered that all the way home.