Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 08:50:56 -0600
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject: Cadet Firefighter, Part III

One by one they deposited their hot loads in his asshole then stepped around
to the other side of the bunk for him to suck their cocks clean.  Then
Johnson wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him up to his feet,
pulling him back against him.
"That was fuckin' awesome.  Are you okay, kid?"
	"Yeah, I--I think so," Sean said.  "Except it feels like there's about a
gallon of come running out of my ass."
One of them grabbed a towel and stopped the flow of come.  "It might take a
few minutes for your asshole to close up.  Do you wanta lie down for a
little bit?"
"No, I...I shot all over my bunk," he said sheepishly.
They broke out in laughter. "Fuck, kid, you not only wanta be a firefighter
awfully bad, you wanta enjoy getting qualified. Somebody change his bunk
while I take him to the shower,"
	Two of the men quickly began stripping his bunk to put on clean sheets.
Johnson helped him to the shower and steadied him under the stinging spray.
"Did I make it?"  Sean asked.  "Did I pass the initiation?"
"With flying colors," Lt. Johnson said.
When they returned from the showers, the others were standing around his
bunk, waiting and smiling.  There was something lying in the middle of his
bunk.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Put it on," Johnson said with authority.
He picked it up.  It was a deep red jockstrap with the firefighters' emblem
on
the pouch.
"That's your badge of achievement," Johnson said.   "Wear it with pride."
Sean pulled the jockstrap on and was surprised when the men adjusted it
around his waist and even adjusted the front, hefting the pouch that held
his heavy manhood.
"Am I allowed to sleep in it?"  Sean asked.
"Sure.  You would honor us if you did," Johnson said.
"One rule.  Don't ever wash it," Conner said.
He laid on his back looking up at the four handsome, muscular firefighters.
"You sure you're okay?  Do need or want anything before we all hit the
racks?"
"No, I think I've had about all I want or need or can handle for one night,"
he said.
	The men went to their bunks and someone turned out the stairway light.
"Good night, stud."  They all told him good night.
"Guys?"
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking....I proved to you guys that you could depend on me to do
anything and be there for you in any situation.  How do I know you guys will
do the same for me?"
There was total silence.  He didn't pursue it.
"Am I going to be expected to take on the whole company?"  Sean asked.
"No. We were elected as the initiation committee," Johnson said.  "Anything
you do with any of the others is strictly your own choice."
"But it would be a good idea if I did," Sean surmised.
"If you feel like you have to, or want to.  You're well broken in, it won't
hurt so much."
Before he went to sleep, Sean stuffed the dildo into his shaving kit.  He
had to take out the can of shaving cream to make it fit.  In the morning he
would sneak it down to his car and hide it in the trunk.

Sean was sure he was in deep trouble when Capt. Hale called into his office.
  He couldn't imagine what he'd done, but the captain didn't call you in his
office for casual conversation.
"Sir, Cadet Brady reporting as ordered," he said briskly as he stood at
attention.
"At ease and sit down, Brady," the captain said.
	That could be a good or a bad sign.  It was more casual and at-ease, but it
could also mean that he was going to be there for awhile and it could be a
long ass-chewing.
	"Cutting straight to the chase, Brady...are the rumors I'm hearing true?"
	"What rumors?"
	"Rumors about you."
	"I don't know what rumors you could be hearing about me, sir."
	"I don't want to know, officially, what goes on in the lives of my men,
either on duty or off, but unofficially, it's my job to look out for you."
	"Yes, sir, I hope that doesn't cause you any problem," Sean said.
	"You tell me if I've got a problem," he said.
`	"I don't know, sir, I don't understand..."
	"I think you do, but I'll put it in plain words so you do understand.  Are
there sex parties going on up in the sleeping quarters?"
	Sean could feel his face growing warm and he knew he must be turning red.
He didn't want to rat the guys out but he didn't want to lie to the captain
either.
	"Never mind, I'm getting my answer from watching your face," the captain
said.
	"It was..."  He had to stop and swallow.  "...well, there was...an
initiation, Captain," Sean said as bravely as he could in his defense.
	"Taking you to a strip club, or even a whore house...that would be an
initiation.  But you're not old enough for that. That's what bothers me,
you're not old enough to be messing around with a bunch of grown men.  Do
you realize what that could do to the department if it ever got out?  It
would close this unit down, probably loose me my job and land a bunch of
good men in jail."
	"Sir, I'm not going to tell anyone," he said, wondering why the captain was
making it sound like it was his fault.
	"Just tell me, are you being forced to do anything you don't want to do,
Brady?"  he asked.
	Geezuss, what a loaded question!  If he answered yes, he would be getting
the guys in trouble and probably a big investigation would follow.  If he
said no, he would be admitting that he...he liked it.
	"N-no, sir...not...well, maybe at first...the first time, because I thought I
had to go through an initiation...that's what they told me.  But...after that,
sir...now, I..."  He swallowed hard, too embarrassed to finish.
	"You what?"
	"I'm a willing participant," Sean he admitted bravely.
	"How old are you, Brady?  In years, months and days.  In other words when
will you be not underage?"
	"I'll be eighteen in a couple of weeks," he replied.
	"Well, the horse is already out of the barn and its not coming back, but
before, I didn't know about it.  Now I do, so I have to make some
choices...take some action."
Sean closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for the death sentence.
"This is off the record, you understand."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm ordering you, Cadet Brady, to keep your pants on and your mouth shut
till you have turned eighteen," the man said.
Sean blinked his eyes open and his jaw dropped.
"Hell, Brady, I know this shit goes on," the captain said with a warmer
smile.  "It doesn't matter to me, son, as long as you're a willing
participant, but somebody's got to show some sense about it."
"But...what do I do, captain, if...what do I tell them if they...I mean, I
can't s stop them..."
"Tell them not again, for a couple of weeks, when you turn eighteen.
That'll stop any sane man in his tracks.  Just don't let on that I know
about it.  If it becomes common knowledge that I know, then I'll be forced
to do something about it."
	"Yes, sir."  He couldn't believe the captain was so calm and understanding
about it.
	Sean was living a fantasy.  All except the one about the team in the school
locker room.  He was going to have to forget that one, what with graduation
right around the corner.  There was a sort of desperation among the seniors
those last few days; as if they had to get everything said to everyone
before they all went their separate ways. Sean made the rounds of all his
teachers first, to thank them for all they'd done for him, and especially
for being so understanding about him being a cadet firefighter. Then he
concentrated on his classmates. He proudly showed off his new watch, much to
the envy of all the guys.  Some of them bugged him about the applications he
was supposed to pick up.
	"It'd be better if you wait till I graduate from firefighter's school," he
told them.  "My word of recommendation will mean more when I'm a
full-fledged firefighter."  It satisfied them for the moment.
	He got the surprise of his life when Jennifer Locke came up to him in the
hallway, a warm, maybe mischievous smile on her face.  Jennifer was a
cheerleader and undisputedly the most beautiful girl in school.  She also
drove to the university close by to train as a gymnast which made her the
top cheerleader.
She was always friendly in her own way, but there was something about her
that made guys feel unworthy to even be around her, much less ask her out.
Part of it was because she dated a lot of college guys.
	Sean realized that he wasn't as nervous around her as he used to be but she
still rendered him speechless at that moment.  They stood smiling at each
for a brief moment.
	"Well, it's about over," Sean said.  It was lame, but he felt Jennifer was
expecting him to say something first.
	"Walk me to my locker?" she said with a flip of her long hair.
	"Sure," Sean said as he quickly stepped in stride with her.  He felt proud
as hell, walking down the hallway with Jennifer and all the guys wondering
what was going on.
	"I want your autograph," Jennifer said as she opened her locker.
	"Sure, but....we won't get our yearbooks till..."
	"Not the yearbook," she cut in, her smile growing more mischievous as she
reached in her locker.  "This," she said, holding something to her breasts
to hide it from passers-by.
	"What is it?" Sean asked.
	She held it up to show him.  He could feel his face growing hot and his
head was spinning.  It was a lavender thong with tiny white lace around the
triangular patch of material.  There were a couple of names already scrawled
on it.
	"Geezuss, Jennifer, that's..."
	"I'm only asking a special few boys to autograph it," she said.  "Boys I
don't want to forget.  And you are one of those guys."  She handed him a
deep purple pen and placed the thong on a textbook for him to write on.
	"Geez, Jen...I didn't know..."   He stammered as he took the pen.  There
was Ben Strader's and Jock Mitchell's names already on it.
	"You might have, if you'd asked me out just once in the last four years,"
she said.
"Dam, Jennifer, everybody was afraid to ask you out," he said as he signed
his name at the lower-most point of the triangle.
	She held it up and looked at his signature.  "Is there some significance in
where you signed your name?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
	"Yeah...yeah, there is," he said.  "Goddam, Jennifer, I wish I'd known!
But you were so damned beautiful and..."  He paused to look her up and down.
"You kept yourself in such terrific shape as a gymnast, and you always dated
college guys."
	"The reason I dated college guys was because I never got asked by anyone
here at school," she said.
	"And the reason we didn't have the balls to ask was because you were dating
those older guys and we thought you would turn us down," he said. He made a
swipe at the sweat breaking out on his forehead.
	Jennifer laughed, that soft, husky laugh that drove guy's nuts.  "Well, I
think that's the first time I caused a boy to break out in a sweat," she
said.
	"No, it's not," he assured her emphatically. "You've caused guys more sweat
than Phys Ed class," he said.
	"Come on, Sean, you can't be so desperate that you break out in a sweat
just from talking to me," she said.
	"It's what you're telling me...that I could've dated you, and now...dam,
now it's too late!"
	"Why is too late?" she asked with a coy grin.
	He gaped at her.  Was she saying it was okay?  That she wanted him to ask
her out?  "Y-you...I heard you were leaving for college someplace right
after graduation," he said.
	"Yes but I have three days," she said.
	He swallowed so hard it became an audible gulp.
	"It might surprise you to know that you've caused me to break out in a
sweat lots of times, but girls are able not to show it," she said.
	"Why would I...Come on, Jen, you're blowing me away here," he said, laughing
nervously.  "I feel like I had the winning numbers for the lottery but lost
my ticket."
	"Can we go someplace after school and talk?" she asked.
	"Yes.  Hell, yes," he said.
	"I have to take my car home.  Can you pick me up?"
	"Yeah.  Sure," he replied.
	He couldn't feel his feet touching the ground as he walked to his locker.
	"What the hell is that stupid grin all about?" Jock Mitchell asked him as
they met in the hallway.
	"You should know," Sean said. "You signed it, too."
	"Hey, you too, huh?"  Jock said with a broad grin.  "Who else?  I was the
first to sign it."
	"Ben."
	"Just three of us, huh?"
	"So far," Sean said. "Did she tell you?  About nobody asking her out?"
	"Yeah, I'm going home and shoot myself after last bell," Jock said.
	"I would join you but I have to pick her up at her house," Sean said
cockily.
	Jock reared back with a surprised, grinning scowl.  "Oh yeah?"
	"Yeah, she has to take her car home then she wants to go someplace."
	"And do what?"
	Sean shrugged.  "She said to talk."
	"Yeah, right," Jock scoffed.  "There's only one reason she asked you
instead of any of the rest of us."
	"Why?"
	"That pocket rocket you're carrying between your legs."
	"Oh, yeah, right, like I'm going to get a chance to shoot off the rocket,"
he scoffed.
	Jock put out his hand.  "Bet you.  You're gonna fuck Jennifer Locke."
	"One can only hope," Sean said.
	"Goddam, what I wouldn't give to be in your shoes.  Can you just imagine
how flexible she is, being a gymnast, not to mention that body, and she's
gotta have the tightest pussy in the state with all the training and
exercise."
	"Look, Jock, I gotta get going.  I've got stuff to get out of my gym locker
before I go pick her up.  And I'm going to pop the rocket right here just
talking about it."
	"Hey, man, where're you taking her?"
	"I don't know, she didn't say."  He laughed.  "Hell, I wouldn't tell you
anyway, you just wanta sneak around and watch."
	"Shit, man, I feel like I'm in the presence of a god," Jock said, holding
up his hands.  "Just do me one favor...no, two."
	"What?"
	"Tell me about it; all the details.  And give her a few jabs for me."
	Sean laughed.  "I can do that, but I doubt she's feel any difference," he
said.
	"That's okay, you'll know it and I'll know it.  I'll be thinking about it
and I want you to concentrate and say to yourself, Okay this one is Jock.
And this one, and this one and..."
	"Hold on, you're only getting two or three thrusts," Sean joked.

Jennifer climbed into Sean's pickup and settled anxiously in the seat.  Sean
waited to see where she wanted to go.
	"You know, this is the first time I've ever ridden in a pickup," she said.
	"Oh, really.  I'm glad mine is your first," he said, rather awkwardly.
"Where did you want to go?  Anyplace in mind?"
	"Yes.  I would like to go the mill.  I'm sure you know the way."
	"Like the back of my hand," he said as he drove off.
	"I've never been there," she said.
	He turned and gaped at her.
	"You've never been to Sutton's Mill!  Nobody's never been to the mill."
	"There was nobody to take me," she reminded him.
	"Dammit!!" he swore, pounding the steering wheel. Suddenly, he felt sorry
for her.  It was ludicrous; she was the most beautiful, purportedly the most
popular girl in school, and he was feeling sorry for her. "Jennifer, I'm so
sorry," he said.
	"Oh, don't feel that way, the time for feeling sorry is past."
	"No, I'm really sorry.  And I apologize."
	She laughed.  "You have nothing to apologize for, Sean."
	"Yeah, I do.  I apologize for not having the balls to ask you out.  My
Godd, how damned stupid is that!  I wish I'd known."
	"Well...," she started, then paused and smiled.  "From what I hear, it
certainly wasn't because you don't have balls," she said.
	Sean blinked and dam near ran off the road.
	"Jennifer!??"
	She laughed her throaty laugh.
	"W-what're you s-saying?"
	"Word gets around," she said.  "Just as you were the envy of the boy's
locker room, you were a legend in the girl's locker room."
	"A legend!?  I know there were some guys who jealous of me, but...a
legend, in the girls..."
	"Girls talk," she said.  "Girls talk probably more than boys."
	"But who..."  He stopped with a scowl, trying to think.
	"Let's see, there was Angela Bott...and Christy Larson, I believe, was the
other one."
	"Angela...Christy!  Hell, they were both seniors; I was a sophomore then.
That happened right at the end of their senior year."
	"You don't think that caused a stir in the girl's locker room?  A sophomore
and two senior girls...at the same time, I heard!"
	He felt his face flush read with embarrassment.
	"It's true, isn't it?" she chided him.
	"Okay, yeah, it's true.  I was just a green kid, I didn't know what I was
doing, or what they were going to do to me."
	Jennifer laughed.  "Well, that certainly established your reputation," she
said.
	"I didn't even know I had a reputation," Sean said.  "Nobody ever mentioned
that, none of the guys ever said anything."
"Suffice to say, every self-respecting, warm-blooded girl in school was
dying to sleep with you.  I was one of them."
Suddenly, Sean pulled over.  He shoved his foot on the brake and let go of
the wheel with his hands held out in a helpless gesture.
"Okay, this is more than I can handle and drive at the same time.  This is
blowing my mind," he blurted.  He took in a deep breath and asked, "Where
are we going with this, Jennifer?  While you're spilling your guts, my guts
are churning like a mixer and I'm breaking out in a sweat...all over."
	"I thought we were going to the mill," she said coyly.
	"Yeah, the mill is just up ahead.  I wanta know why we're going to the
mill; what we're gonna do when we get there.  Seems the talking is all gonna
be over when we get there."
	"Then we don't have to talk," she said.
	"Don't play with my head, Jennifer," he said.
"You can make love to me."
	His head down, he let out a swoosh of air to keep his head from spinning.
Then he put the truck in gear and drove away.  Nothing was said for the rest
of the short distance to the mill.  He turned into the drive, got out and
opened the gate, drove through and got out again to close the gate.
	"What's the point of the gate there if it's not locked," Jennifer asked.
	"Sometimes it is.  But then they give up because kids just bust the lock
off."
	"Is it safe, and private here?"
	"As long as there are no other cars here," he said as he drove around
behind the mill.  "We're in luck. Nobody's here."  He looked at her and
turned the key and got out of the truck.  When she hesitated he thought she
was waiting for him to come around and open her door for her, but she was
out of the truck by the time he grabbed a blanket from behind the seat and
got around there.  He took her hand.
	"It's dusty inside," he said in a raspy voice, by way of explaining the
blanket.
	"Are you always so prepared?"
	"Yes," he said flatly.  "Although, not for this particular occasion.  I
couldn't have been prepared for this in a million years."
	He took her inside and dropped the heavy beam across the double doors.  He
led her up the stairs.
	"We'll go up to the wheel house," he said.  "There's a good lookout up
there."
	"You've been here a lot," she said.
	"Enough to know my way around," he said.
	He shoved the trap door open leading up inside the wheel house.  He helped
her through the opening then let the door back down.
	"This is so perfect," Jennifer said as she walked over and bent down to
peer out the small windows.
	"Yes...yes, it is," he said in a raspy voice as he spread the blanket out.
She turned around.  "And I'm not talking about the wheel house," he added.
	She smiled.  He walked over to her and put his hands around her arms.
"Jennifer...My Godd, I can't believe I'm here with you," he whispered.
	She laid her hands against his chest. It made him shiver when she touched
his pecs and his tits.  As he moved his hands up over her shoulders to the
front of her blouse, she tugged his shirt out of his jeans.  She pulled it
up to expose the slope of his rock-like abs, up farther to reveal his thick,
broad pecs that hung from his rib-cage.  He raised his arms to let her pull
the shirt off.   He watched intently for her reaction to seeing his bare
torso.  Here eyes were raking over his muscles.  Half the buttons of her
blouse undone, he saw she wasn't wearing anything under it.  She shrugged
the blouse off and was as naked as he was to the waist.
	"My Godd," he whispered when he saw her bare breasts.  They were stunningly
beautiful; not too big, but not small.  They looked firm, maybe even solid
from all her physical exercise and activities.  Below were the most
beautiful abs he'd ever seen on a woman.  "You have a beautiful body," he
said.
	"Thank you.  So do you," she said, as she flattened her hands on his pecs
again.  Her hands moved down his stomach till her fingertips were under the
waist of his jeans.
	"Wait," he whispered as he undid the button and zipper at the side of her
shorts.  He wondered if she had anything on under them.  She wriggled her
hips to help him get her shorts off and they fell to her feet.  Sean suck in
another swoosh of air.  She was wearing the lavender thong!  There was his
name, right down there at the prize!
	"When did you put that on?" he asked.
	"I ran up to my room when I got home.  I wanted to wear it for you."
	"Thank you," he said.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Godd, Jen, you
are gorgeous!  I can't believe any woman could have such a perfect body."
	"You something of a god yourself," she said.
	She reached for his jeans again and he dropped his hands to his side and
let her undo the buttons.  He was glad he'd worn his button-down jeans.
Buttons were so much sexier than a zipper.  When she had the last button
undone his jeans fell open and loose from his hips but clung to his butt.
He reached back and shoved them down off the sharp curve of his butt and
they fell but got stuck around his thick thighs.
	"It's hard to get my jeans off my butt and my thighs, sometimes," he said
as he balanced himself on one foot then the other to pull his jeans off.
Jennifer was eyeing his briefs.  They were hip-briefs, narrow across the
front and back with only a one-inch strip at the waist.  He was proud of the
way the weight of his manhood pulled the waist down to his hairline.
	He swallowed hard again, unsure what he should do next.  With any other
girl, he would know, but it was different with Jennifer. He knew what he
wanted to do, but he didn't want to charge at her like a barbarian.
	"You smell so good," he said, as he ran his hand over the curve of her hip.
	"Gardenia and lilies," she said.
	"I love gardenias and lilies," he said.
	She laughed softly.  "You don't even know what gardenias are," she chided
him.
	"I intend to find out," he said.  With those words he found his courage to
end the awkward standoff.  He dropped to his haunches in front of her, face
to face with the tiny, lavender triangle, and put his hand around her
smooth, firm thighs.  He looked up at her with a lopsided grin.  "I want to
check and see if I spelled my name right," he said.  Her husky laugh made
his stomach do flip-flops.  He leaned in and pressed his face against the
patch of lavender.
	"Ohhhh, Sean," she gasped softly, putting her hands on his head.
	He was heady from her beauty, and the delicate smell of flowers.  He looked
up at her, his chin still pressing against her pubes.  "You're so
beautiful...I want to worship you."
	"Sean...please..."
	"No...no, let me," he said.  "I've never felt like this with a girl before.
I feel like a gladiator at the feet of his queen.  Let me..."
	"Yess," she hissed softly.
	He opened his mouth and blew his hot breath through the lavender material.
She moaned softly.  He didn't know if she knew what he was going to do.  Not
just get her heated up to fuck her.  It would be more than that.  He was
going to make love to her.  He was going to worship her the way a woman of
her beauty should be worshipped.
	She pressed herself against his face.  He stuck out his tongue and lapped
at the soft satin material and she let out a little squeal.  He kept doing
it, like he was licking a lavender ice cream cone.  When he had the material
wet he carefully got it in his teeth and tugged it to one side.
	"Ohhh, Sean...ohhh, no one has ever done this before," she whispered.
	"You mean none of those college guys..."
	"No," she cut in.  "College guys can be such little boys."
	He had never done it either, but he'd seen pictures in magazines and he'd
read about what it did to a woman to have her clit licked.  He held the
material to one side and began licking the lips of her pussy.  She was
smoothly shaven except for a tiny tuft of short trimmed her that crowned her
womanhood.  He loved the feel of her smooth lips.  He continued to lap at
her pussy as he pulled the straps of the thong down off her hips.  She
wriggled free of it and lifted her feet to let him take it off.  He never
stopped licking her pussy.  His spit made it easy to use his tongue to part
her pouting lips. He took his time in his search for her love button.  He
didn't know exactly where it was located but he would know when he found it.
  There was no rush.  Each passing moment made her all the more receptive to
his love-making.
	He found it.  His tongue touched the firm, nipple-like protrusion nestled
up between her lips, begging to finally be discovered.  He flicked it
gently.
	"Ohhhhhhh!" Jennifer gasped aloud.
	Yeah, he'd found it; the center of her universe.  He flicked it again, as
if to say hello, and she trembled and moaned.  He licked it, slowly and
deliberately, causing her to tremble worse, and she dug her fingers in his
hair as if to hang on.
He urged her legs apart and dropped lower on his knees so he could tilt his
face up between them.  He lapped up and down the outside of her pussy, then
forced his tongue inside and licked up and down the inner slopes.  He found
the heat of the opening to her treasure and drove his tongue through it.
	"AAAhhhhhhhhh!"  she cried out.
	He stopped and reared back on his haunches.  "Lie back on the blanket," he
told her.  He helped her lie down then stretched out between her legs.  He
saw the look in her eyes when she saw his bulging briefs; surprise and maybe
a little fright.
	"Don't worry about it," he told her.
She lifted her knees and set her feet wider apart.  Sean hovered over the
apex then lowered his mouth again. He never dreamed he could enjoy doing
this, but he was suddenly passionately obsessed.  The more he explored and
discovered the more emboldened he became.  He pulled her lips open to expose
the folds of her inner pussy, palpitating and beckoning him.  He shoved his
tongue out and lapped up and down over the gaping portal.  She nearly
screamed.  He licked upward and found her clit again, and she covered her
mouth with her hands to stifle her scream.
	It was as much having her under his power and making her scream as it was
the act itself.  He played her pussy like a finely-tuned instrument, licking
and sucking on her clit then locking his mouth over her entire pussy and
flailing his tongue inside her.  She was trembling and gasping and begging
something, but he couldn't tell whether it was stop or not stop.  He attuned
his ears to listen.
	"Oh, please, Sean...I can't take any more...GOddd, what're you doing to me!
  Please...give it to me...give me your cock!"
	He was shaken to hear the word `cock' come out of her mouth but it excited
him no end.  He raised up on his haunches.
	"Oh, My Goddd!"  she whimpered when she looked at him.
	He glanced down and saw his cock sticking up out of his briefs.  Most of
it.
The briefs were barely able to cover the base of it, and there was at least
nine inches of cock exposed and flattened against his belly.  He shoved his
briefs down off his butt, letting his cock fall free.  It fell heavily, like
a timber falling, and swung majestically.
	"Oh My Goddd," she gasped again.
	"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," he told her.
	"It's all right if you do, you can't help it.  God, it's beautiful, Sean.
You're beautiful."
	"Can't we settle for good-looking?" he joked.
	"No, beautiful, you take my breath away"
	"Yeah, I was hoping I was doing that," he said.  He found it hard to
believe that he was actually talking to Jennifer right in the middle of
having sex.  He'd never felt so at ease with a girl.  He inched up to her on
his knees and pushed his cock down from its mighty arch so the head pressed
against her wet pussy.
	"Are you sure you don't want me to do it some more?  I knot it was feeling
good," he said.

	"Oh, it felt wonderful.  But I want you, Sean," she said.  "I've wanted you
for so long...I ache inside for you."
	"All right, but...just one more time," he said as he leaned down and buried
his face in her pussy again.  He lapped and licked and kissed and tongued
frantically for a full minute, till she was thrashing around and trying to
stifle her screams.  Then he raised up and guided his cock between her lips.
  They parted and formed a big O around the girth of his cock and the inner
muscles squeezed and pulled him in.  He entered her slowly, gently, only
about half way.
	"Ohhhh, Sean...Ohhhhhhhh, you feel so good."
	"Yeah, so do you," he said. He gave her some more of his cock and she
trembled and moaned.  He gave her another couple of inches.
	"Ohh, Goddd, how much more is there?" she asked.
	He glanced down.  "Only a couple more inches," he said.
	"You're so big!  I never dreamed any man could be so big.  I never believed
how big everyone said you were."
	"I'm just trying to live up to my reputation," he joked.  "Sorry, that was
a bad joke."   He looked down to watch the final inches of his cock
disappear into her pussy.  He pressed his pubes hard against hers and buried
another half inch or so in her.  "That's it," he said.
	"Yessss...Ohh, yesss...Ohhh, Sean, you feel so wonderful, so deep inside me.
  Godd, I can feel you moving and you're not moving."
	"No, that's just me throbbing," he said.
	"It feels wonderful."
	"Jennifer...?"
	"Yes," she said, lifting her head.
	"I was...I was pretty shocked to hear you call it my cock," he said.
	"What should I call it?  That seems the only appropriate thing to call it,"
she said.
	"Yeah, and its okay.  More than okay.  I was just shocked, that's all.  But
I liked it, coming from you," he said.  "I was just wondering if I could...if
you would be offended if I...said...the big word."
	"Let me hear you say it, and see if I'm offended.  Tell me, Sean, what you
want to say."
	"I wanta fuck you, Jennifer," he blurted timidly.  "I know it can sound so
vulgar and wrong, but it doesn't sound like that, saying to you."
	"No, it doesn't, not coming from you."
	"Then I want to...fuck you...so bad," he said.  With that he pulled his
cock back then shoved eight inches back inside her.
	"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried softly.  "Ohhhh, yess...do it, Sean...you big,
wonderful stud...do it...fuck me..."
	He shivered at the sound of the word `fuck' coming from her lips. He did as
she asked.
	Sometime in the middle of it, he realized that he hadn't bothered with a
condom.  But she hadn't said anything, so he figured it must be all right.
Unless she simply forgot about it, too.  It wasn't too late, but he was
coming up on the big tremor time after time and he didn't know how long he
could hold it back.
	"Jennifer...?"
	"Yes."
	"I, uh...I didn't use a condom," he said.   "I can.  I can put one on.  But
I was so excited I just forgot all about it."
	"Can you pull out?"
	"I don't know if I can."  He tensed as if to raise up.  "I'll get one," he
said.
	"No," she said, wrapping her arms tighter around his broad shoulders. "No,
don't...I trust you."
	"All right.  You can trust me," he promised.  He reached down with one hand
and spread her pussy wide open then pressed himself against her.  Then he
moved his hips around in slo-mo circles, rubbing his pubes against her clit
and at the same time, lobbing his cock around inside her.
	"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, barely audible.  "OOOHhhhhh...OOOHHHHH,
Ohhhh, Godd, Sean...Ohhhh...Aawwhhh...Awwwhhhhh...EEYYYAAHH!"
	Her outcry gradually built up to a scream and an animal-like shriek that
he'd never heard before.  She locked her legs around his hips and her arms
around his shoulders and humped up against him like she was in a sling.
	"Awww,  Jennifer!"  he gasped.  What the hell was wrong with her?  What had
he done to her.  She shuddered and trembled against him as he ground her
pussy harder against his, as if she were trying to twist his cock off.  She
yelled again then choked on it and began to relax.  Gradually, she went limp
and her body dropped back to the blanket.  His cock was half-out of her now.
	"Jennifer?" he asked quietly.  "Jennifer...are you okay?"
	"Yes," she managed to whisper with a weak smile.  "Oh, yess, I've never
been so okay."
	"What happened?  What'd I do?" he asked.
	"You don't know?"
	"I thought I knew what I was doing," he said with confused innocence, "but
all of a sudden you went...crazy."
	"It's the first time it's ever happened but I know what it was," she said.
	"What?  Tell me?"
	"I had an orgasm," she said.  "You gave me an orgasm, you big, incredible
stud.  The big O."
	"I did?  I guess I didn't know...I was just..."
	"I know.  That's what makes you so wonderfully gorgeous.  You don't have a
clue about yourself."
	"Maybe you want to rest awhile," he said as he gently extracted his cock
from her clenching pussy.  He moved off of her and laid on his back.  His
cock towered up over his abs, throbbing angrily.
	"My, Godd, look at it!" she exclaimed.
	"Yeah, it's...still hard," he said as he put his hand over it to press it
to his stomach.
	"Don't be embarrassed," she said, moving his hand.  "Don't ever be
embarrassed over something as awesomely beautiful as that."
	"It embarrasses me that you call me gorgeous and beautiful," he said.
	"Then I won't," she said.
	"Jennifer..."
	"Yes?"
	"I don't want to sound like stupid ass, but...what, exactly, is the big
O...an orgasm, for a woman?  I mean, I know what it is for a guy, it's pretty
obvious, but..."
	"I can't explain it.  I just know that it's not all that common.  I've read
that some women never have the experience."
	"Wow!  That must be awful.  I can't imagine not...getting my full
satisfaction."
	"You didn't," she pointed out.
	"Yeah, but I was hoping..."
	She laughed.  "Don't worry," she said.  "But I appreciate you letting me
rest for a moment."
	"You said it was your first time, to have one?  I figured you and those
college guys...Aww, I'm sorry, that was out of line; I shouldn't presume..."
he said.
	"It's all right, I don't mind.  Yes, there were some college guys.  Other
gymnasts, mostly. They have gorgeous bodies but they're mostly lacking where
it counts, and none of them even comes close to what you made me feel."
	"I don't know what I did," he said.
	"Think about it," she said.  "It was the first time any boy ever
concentrated so much on foreplay."
"Oh.  Well, that wasn't foreplay," he said.  "That was part of the main
event; making love to you.  It was the first time I ever did it.  First time
I ever wanted to."
	"It was absolutely wonderful, Sean," she cooed.  "I never imagined in all
my dreams that I could feel so wonderful."
	"Do you dream about it a lot?" he asked.
	"All the time," she said.
	"You do!  I thought boys were the only ones...I know we're a bunch of
animals."
	"Trust me, girls are just as bad," she said.
	"I could...do it again, Jennifer," he said in a hoarse voice.  Then he
quickly retreated.  "Or, not.  I don't have to."
	"It doesn't look like you don't have to," she said.
	"Aw, that's nothing unusual," he said, smacking his throbbing cock.  "It's
like that most of the time."
	"Not today," she said.  She raised up with a funny, pleasant smile.
	Sean didn't know what she was going to do but his mind raced with a dozen
possibilities.  He gasped when she bent over him.  Awww, she's going to suck
it!  Her long hair brushed over his bare skin, causing him to shiver.
	"Awwhhh," he moaned softly as she took his cock in her hand.  "Ohh, your
hand feels like soft velvet."
	"My Godd, you're big," she said.  "I can even begin to get my hand around
it."
	He couldn't describe what her mouth felt like as she filled it with his
cock.  Good enough that he choked on his breath.  Her mouth was so soft and
delicate, her hands so gentle, her tongue so very feminine.  She seemed
unsure, even awkward with what she was doing.
	She raised up.  "I've never done this before," she said.  "I hope I'm doing
it all right."
	"Aww, yeah...yeah, Jennifer, you're doing all right," he said.  He was
surprised, somehow, that she hadn't done it with any of the college
gymnasts.  His hand, on her butt, moved down to find her pussy.  She set her
knees apart when he touched her.  He found her clit and she squealed around
his cock.  He didn't think he should do too much with her clit; she might
get excited and bite his cock.  Instead he used his fingers inside her
pussy.
	She sucked him lovingly while he lay there gazing up at the heavy beams
that gave support to their love nest.  It all passed before him like a
re-wind of a video; how they had connected all of a sudden and he brought
her out here because she wanted to be with him and he'd fucked her and ate
her pussy and now she was sucking his cock...Goddd, it was all too much to
believe.  Suddenly he realized his mouth was watering.
	"Jennifer...let me..."  He urged her over to straddle his face.  He ran his
hands up and down the smooth muscles of her thighs and leaned up to kiss her
lower abs, arched over him.  He squeezed her taut butt muscles and pulled
her apart.  He blew his hot air into her pussy and leaned up to flick her
clit with his tongue.  She lowered herself anxiously for more.  He pulled
her down to bury his face in her womanhood, devouring her pussy with his
mouth.  She squealed around his cock and sucked him furiously.  He didn't
care if she bit his cock off.
	They gave each other mutual satisfaction till Jennifer was beside herself
again with lust.  She was like a porn actress that he'd seen in the videos,
going wild with lust, only that was faked, he thought, and Jennifer's lust
was real.  She raised up suddenly, squeezing his cock terribly as she ground
her pussy into his face.
	"Ohh, Sean...stop...stop...I need you," she gasped as she raised up and
turned around.  She straddled him and guided his cock to her pussy and sat
down on it.
	"AWWWhhhhhhh, Godddd!"  he cried out as she rode all the way down on his
cock.  He kept on moaning as she rode up and down on it.  He drove up to
meet her downward slams.  He wished they were filming it.  He wished he
could watch her over and over again as she fucked him madly.  It wasn't
making love anymore. It was pure sex.  She was fucking him!  He squeezed her
firm tits that bounced above him, then pulled her down to suck her tits.  He
loved their firmness.  She was almost as firm as his own pecs.  He was
concentrating on everything but holding off and by the time his brain caught
up it was too late.
	"Oh, Geeusss!" he gasped, almost with surprise.  "Ohh, Jennifer...ohhhh,
hey, I'm...I'm gonna shoot...!"  And he couldn't pull out with her riding his
cock.
	"Tell me when you're ready," she gasped.
	He didn't know what she was going to do but he held his tongue till the
very last crucial second then he cried out.  "Now!....Awww, fuck...NOW!
I'm...gonna...coommmmmm!"
	Suddenly she raised up off his cock and took it in her hands to finish the
motions that her pussy had started.   Her hands felt almost as good as her
pussy.
She pumped his cock with both hands till he was shaking so bad that she was
shaking with him.  Suddenly he exploded.  Like a rocket, his cock acted as
the booster and sent a blast of come spurting up in the air about six feet.
It looked like a rope.  Another followed and the two ropes tangled in
mid-air.  Jennifer was gasping and squealing with delight as she watched the
fireworks.  Some hit her in the face, more slathered up across her tits and
then she was pressing his cock into her pubes, against her lower abs, to
smear his come all over her stomach.  She drained him, pulling and milking
his cock to force every drop out of the thick, hot tube.  She drained him of
his strength, too; even the air from his lungs.  He lay under her like a
defeated warrior under his victorious queen.
	"Holy Shit!"  he gasped, finally, when he was able to speak.
	She laughed.
	"That was incredible," he said.
	"Yes, it was," she agreed.
	"Dam, I really made a mess," he said.
	"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said. "You're just
plain phenomenal."
	"I'm beat, is what I am," he said.  "Dam, I don't think I've ever felt so
beat afterwards.  He reached out and lifted a glob of come that was about to
fall from her right tit.  "I didn't bring a towel or anything to clean off.
I guess I was expecting to use a condom and there wouldn't be this kind of
mess."
	She had hold of his hand with the come on his finger.  With a mischievous
laugh, she guided his hand to his mouth.  He recoiled and easily resisted.
	"Go ahead, I dare you," she said.
	He took her dare and stuck his finger in his mouth and licked his come off
of it.  Jennifer squealed with delight.
	"Ohh, that is so sexy!  Swallow it.  You have to swallow it."
	He forced it down.	"It's awful, is what it is," he said. "You taste it."
	She took his challenge.  She leaned down and began lapping his come off his
chest.  Not just a taste; she was lapping the stuff up and swallowing it.
	"Aww, Jennifer, now that is sexy," he said.
	"It's not so awful, I think, because it's yours," she said.  Her voice
trailed off as her face steadied over his.  She moved her lips in a pouting
manner and he leaned up to kiss her.  It was a kiss as passionate as their
love-making, exchanging the taste of his come back and forth with their
tongues.  She let out a desperate gasp as she raised up.  He leaned up too,
to help her unstraddle him and stand.  He went to his knees to steady her on
her feet.
	"We could go down to the creek and go for a swim to wash up," he said.
	"Yes, I would like that, if you think we'll have the will power to leave
this place afterwards," she said.
	"I'm not making any guarantees," he said.
	They went for a swim and they washed up and they didn't leave right away.
They didn't even get back to the mill where their clothes were still
scattered around in the wheel house.  He took her again in the soft, thick
grass along the creek, and she gave herself to him like a woods-nymph
surrendering to a young god.
	They were comfortably quiet on the drive home, and it was the first Sean
had thought anything at all about the Marines and the firemen.  For those
hours, he was a straight stud again, with no thought or desire whatsoever
for other men.
	"I'm never going to forget the wheelhouse at the mill," Jennifer said.
	"I'm never going to forget you walking up to me in the hallway," he said.
"You know, I was scared almost shitless, wondering what you wanted; what you
were going to say."
	"True confessions...You know, I was scared to approach you," she said.
	"You where?  Why, for chrissakes?"
	"You thought I was unapproachable.  You were just as unapproachable to me,
with that magnificent body and your sexy ways and every girl in school
fawning over you, and I thought you were probably having most of them and I
was confused and hurt because you never seemed to want me."
	He laughed, a scoffing laugh.  "If you only knew..."  He cut himself off.
	"Knew what?"
	"Naw, it's not nice.  Not something you tell a girl."
	"Tell me.  If I only knew what?"
	"If you only knew how many times I've laid in bed and jacked off, thinking
about us like we were today.  You probably think that's disgusting."
	"Oh, no, that is so sweet," she said.
	"It is?  Sweet?  Most girls would be pissed to think a guy would be doing
that, thinking about her."
	"I think it's a great compliment, knowing you could drive a boy to do
that," she said.
	"You're something else, Jennifer.  I'm not going to forget you any time
soon."
	"I hope not.  I hope you visit me at school," she said.
	"To take care of all the things those studly college boys can't?" he joked.
	"To give those studly college boys lessons," she said.
	"You know what?"
	"What?"
	"It's my birthday," he said.
	"Happy birthday."
	"This has been the best birthday present I ever got," he said.
	"By the way, was your name spelled right?" she asked with a mischievous
twinkle.
	"I don't think so, maybe I'd better check again," he said.

There was a custom that on graduation night, the seniors spent the night at
the wilderness park north of town.  There were campfires, and drinking and
every boy brought his sleeping bag, hoping to convince a girl to share it
with him.  The guys at the fire house had invited him to come down to the
station for a little celebration but he had more or less promised Cody Hill
that they would pal around on graduation night. He went down to the station
the night before just to hang around.  It was after supper and he went in
the kitchen to help clean up.
	"This isn't graduation night," Conner pointed out.
	"No, I just came down to hang around," he said.  "That's okay, isn't it?"
	"Sure, anytime," Conner said.  "You staying the night?"
	"Is my bunk freed up?" Sean asked.
	"If not, you can share my bunk," Conner chided him.
	Conner's remark sent chills down his spine; worse because he knew Conner
meant it.  "What about the other guys?" he asked.
	"They can butt out.  Or not," Conner said.  "Whatever you want."
	"I wouldn't mind...sharing your bunk," he said, forcing the words out
around his thick tongue.
	"I'll put out the word," Conner said.
	"I didn't mean we had to have the place to ourselves.  I don't want to
force the other guys out of their bunks.  I don't care if the other guys
want to go up to bed, or watch."
	Conner grinned.  "You're an exhibitionist at heart.  So am I," he said.
"I'll put the words out...show starts at nine," he joked.
	"Do we have to wait till nine?" he asked.
	"You're a horny little stud," Conner said.
	"I get horny just looking at you, Conner," he said.
	"Okay, we can go up now.  But I'll still pass the word that the show starts
at nine.  That gives us an hour or so to get warmed up," he joked.
	Conner left him to wipe up the sink and counter top and went into the
lounge.  He didn't know what he told the other guys but he came back all
smiles, with a bounce in his step and Sean thought maybe he wasn't kidding
about the show starting at nine.
	"You good to go?" he asked.
	"Yeah."
	They went up the stairs into the dimly-lit bunk room.  Conner sat down on
his bunk to take off his shoes.  Sean stepped out of his and unbuckled his
belt.
	"Let me do that," Conner said, brushing his hands away.
	Sean moved his hands and let Conner unbuckle his belt and unbutton his
jeans.
	"You still coming down to celebrate on graduation night?"
	"I promised another guy we would hang out together," he said.
	"Another guy?" Conner asked with a twinkle in his eye.
	"Nothing like that," Sean said.  "Just two seniors hanging out, going to
the parties, hopefully picking up some girls."
	"You still do that?  Pick up girls?"
	"Oh, yeah.  None of this changed that," Sean said.
	"Good man.  It takes a real man to work both sides of the fence.  But you
can still come down to the station, can't you; the guys will want to
congratulate  you."
	"Yeah, right," he scoffed.  "Yeah, maybe, but it would be awfully late,"
Sean said.
	"We're not going anywhere," Conner said.
	Sean lingered in his socks and shorts and T-shirt to see what Conner was
going to do.
	"Take it all off," Conner said.  "I wanta feel those bare muscles against
me.  You can leave your socks on."
	Sean skinned off his T-shirt.  "Here, you take `em off of me," he said,
motioning to his shorts.  It was the first time he'd ever gotten so bold.
	"Yeah...fuck, yeah," Conner said as he leaned up and pulled his shorts
down.  He let Sean step out of them then straightened. "Goddam, you're
built," he said as he ran his hands over Sean's broad chest and down his
abs.
	"So are you."
	"But I'm not at your age. Fuck, what I would've given to look like you when
I was your age."  He lay back on his bunk and scooted over to make room for
Sean.  "These are definitely one-man bunks," Conner said as the teenager
stretched out beside him.
	Sean lay on his stomach on Conner's arm, propped on his elbows, pressed
tightly against his naked body.  Conner's long arm was able to reach around
and squeeze Sean's bare, tight butt.
	"Dam!  I've been thinking about your butt all day, and hoping you would
show up so I might get a feel of it," he said.
	"You like my butt?"
	"You know it.  You've got an ass that would make a preacher drool."
	"Does it make you drool?"
	"If I was into that, yeah, I would be drooling," Conner said.  "I've even
thought about that...
	"About what?"
	"My older brother always told me that a real man doesn't fuck anything he
won't eat first.  Well, I've eaten my share of pussies..."
	"Are you trying to say you wanta eat my ass?"  Sean asked, surprised.
	"No, I'm not saying that at all. I'm just admitting the thought has crossed
my mind."
	"I'm just playing with your head, Conner," Sean chided him.
	"How about you play with that head?" Conner said as he shoved Sean's head
down to his cock.
	Sean kissed the big cock up and down its length but the only attention he
gave the head was to lash his tongue back and forth on the underside till
his cock was hard and standing out, throbbing and bobbing up and down.
	"Man, stop teasing," Conner said.
	"It's not teasing.  It's called foreplay," Sean said.
	"Fuck the foreplay.  Suck it," Conner said with a tone of desperation.
	Sean laid his head on Conner's rock-hard stomach and let him hunker his
cock into his mouth.
	"Get down on it," Conner moaned as he pushed Sean's head down, forcing his
cock deeper into his mouth.  "OHhhh...Oohhh, fuck yeah, little stud...awww
that feels so good!"
	It tasted good too.  Godd, he loved the taste of fire fighter's cock!
There was something about being a fire fighter that made him so virile and
studly and Sean felt like he could suck some of that studliness and virility
out of Conner's body into his own.
"I have to admit, I've wondered if...if the thought crossing my mind,
if...well, if it'd be all that much different from eating a pussy.  After
all, I've fucked you ass."
	"I wouldn't mind if you did it," Sean said.
	"Of course you wouldn't.  But I think I would have to be drunk, or high, to
do that," Conner said.
	"You're not allowed to have booze or drugs on duty," Sean said.
	"I know.  You're right.  But..."  His voice trailed off with the unfinished
thought.
	"But what?" Sean asked, raising up from Conner's cock, suddenly very
interested in what he was about to say.
	"Hang on a second," Conner said as he slipped away from Sean and got up
from his bunk.
	"Where're you going?" Sean asked.
	"One of the guys keeps some stuff in his locker..."  He walked across to
the lockers and opened one of them.
	"Somebody keeps drugs in his locker!"
	"Naw, its not drugs, it's...Ah, here is it," he said as he took something
out of the locker.
	"What is it?" Sean asked.
	"Poppers.  You ever use poppers?"
	"No.  I know guys who have," Sean said.
	Conner walked back and stood beside the bunk with the hunky, muscular
teenager stretched out on it.   He uncapped the bottle and took a couple of
long, measured breaths in each nostril.  "Want some?" he asked, offering the
bottle to Sean.
	"No, I wanta know what's going on," Sean said.
	"Oh, you'll know," Conner said as he put the cap back on the bottle.  He
tossed it aside and crawled on the bunk, this time between Sean's legs.
	Sean thought at first that the big fireman was going to go down on him, but
it was too much to hope for.  He hadn't dared to even hope for what was
about to happen.  Conner lifted Sean's legs and pushed them back against his
chest.
	"Hold your legs up, tight against your chest," he told him.
	Sean hugged his thighs tight against his chest, suddenly breathless as he
realized what Conner was going to do.
	Conner knelt there with Sean's butt in his hand, gazing down at the wide
crevice between them.  He flicked out his tongue and wet his lips. "Geezuss,
you've got a nice ass," he whispered, shaking his head.  "Stuff's kicking
in...
I don't know if I can do this, but I'm gonna try it. Don't yell out, I don't
want anybody to come running and see me doing this."
	"Okay."
Conner's nostrils flared out and it looked like his eyes were glazing over.
Suddenly, with a soft growl, he bent down and buried his face in Sean's ass.
	"Oh!" Sean gasped as he felt Connner's tongue flicking at his asshole.
"Ohhh...Awwhhhhh...Awww, Fuck, Conner..."
	As if in a frenzy, Conner dug his fingers into the clenching hole and
stretched it wide open and drove his tongue up inside the teenager's
ass.			"AAWwwhhhhhhhhhhh!"  he cried out before he clamped his mouth over
his forearm. "Awwnnnnn...ooohhhnnnnn...," he continued to moan.
	"Dam, your ass tastes good," Conner gasped.  "Fuck, it's so awesome!  I'm
gonna fuck it."
	"Yesss, fuck me, Connner," Sean whispered.  "Fuck me hard."
	Conner raised up and pressed the head of his cock against the wide-open
hole.  He spat on the head and shoved and his cock slid in.
	"Awwwoooohhhhhhhh!"  Sean groaned as he was slowly impaled on the huge
cock.
	Conner drove in to the hilt, held still for a minute, then drew back and
began fucking the boy.
"Hey guys!  Captain's here!"  somebody yelled up.
	Conner jerked back in a flash and Sean tumbled over the edge of the bunk
and scrambled for his clothes and made a dash for his own bunk. He hoped to
hell it was okay with Captain Hale that he was spending the night at the
fire house when he wasn't on duty. Brooks running upstairs to warn them was
the first time that there was any open recognition of what was going on with
him and the other firemen; the guys downstairs knew what he and Conner were
doing upstairs!
	The captain's footsteps came up the stairs like a storm-trooper.  It was
almost as if he were warning them that he was coming.  Sean didn't know if
he should pretend to be asleep or not.  Conner wasn't.  He lay there on his
back, naked, with his arms folded under his head, looking studly as any
fireman ought to.
	"Captain," he said as the captain strode down to their bunks.
	"Conner.  Sacking out early?"
	"Yes, sir."
	Sean was lying on his stomach, his bare butt sticking up, with his arms
folded under his head.  He was able to watch the captain, and he saw him
looking at him now.
	"Good evening, captain," he said, lifting his head.
	"Well, I see they've got you sleeping naked already, like everybody else,"
	"Yes, sir...they said it would be okay."
	"Just watch your back with these guys," the captain said.  "Or I should
say, watch your ass."
	"Nobody's bothered me, sir," he said.
	"You got your own bunk, now?"  the captain asked.
	"Yes, sir. They moved a bunk in for me early on," he replied.
	"Don't get too comfortable in it, you're not through firefighters school
yet," the captain cautioned him.
	"He knows we can move his bunk out as quickly as we moved it in," Conner
said.
	"That's right.  The uniform, the badge, the bunk...it can all be taken away
in a flash," the captain said.
	"I know sir.  I'm going to do everything I can to be sure that doesn't
happen."
	Captain Hale looked around, nodding, and turned and left.
	"That was close," Conner said.
"Yeah."  He wondered if Conner knew it was a charade; it was only that the
captain couldn't officially recognize what the men were doing with him in
their spare time; if he did, he would have to take action.  Especially that
it in involved a young cadet.
	"You wanta come back over here?  We oughta be safe now," Conner said.
	"Yeah."  He got up and went back to Conner's bunk.  Conner moved over to
make room for him again.
	"Where were we?"
	"You were saying something about these being one-man bunks," Sean said.
	"No, I think we'd advanced farther than that," Conner said.
	"Show me, then, where we left off."
	"Turn over on your stomach," Conner told him.  "I want to see and feel
those tight, round buns in my hand while I fuck you."
	Sean liked the position.  He liked any position where he was getting
pounded with a big, thick cock, but lying on his stomach was so relaxing and
he could breath a lot easier than being bent in half.  Conner went back to
fucking him, using long-cock strokes of his full cock, smashing his balls
against Sean's butt as he pressed against it.  Every few strokes he held it
in while Sean's ass squeezed his cock.
	Just then there were footsteps on the stairs and they froze.
	"That could be the captain again!"  Sean hissed as he tried to raise up.
	Conner looked at the clock.  "Naw, it's nine o'clock...its show time," he
said and resumed fucking the teenager.
	One by one, the very masculine silhouettes came up the stairs and into the
bunk room and made their way to the far end where Conner and Sean were
sharing a bunk.  There were five of them.  Sean didn't know who they had
left downstairs in charge.  They gathered around, groping their crotches.
	"Hey, thanks for warning us about the captain," Conner said.
	"We don't want him finding out.  That could ruin everything."
	In the shadows, Sean couldn't tell who it was who moved around to the head
of the bed opening his pants.  He made out the shadowy shape of a cock being
thrust over the end of the bed and he leaned up to get it.  He sucked it in
his mouth and the firefighter shoved it down his throat.
	"Hey, are we going to take turns with his ass?" one of them asked.
	"You can have your turn as soon as I'm done," Conner said.
	Sean could see out of the corner of his eye, the guys undressing.  They
moved in to the bunk, so close he could feel their body heat surrounding him
and could small the musky mixture of soap and deodorant and manhood.  It was
so intoxicating.

He and Cody hadn't made any particular arrangements about who would drive on
graduation night and they probably wouldn't even stick together the whole
night.  Sean was sure Cody would want to end up with Sandra White in a
sleeping bag and Sean didn't have any such ideas. He half hoped he could get
away and go back down to the station.  The ceremony dragged on as the
speakers droned on.  Finally, the diplomas were handed out, and some
scholarships and it was over.  Actually, the diplomas were nothing more than
pieces of paper rolled up with ribbons around them.  They didn't get the
real thing till they turned in the caps and gowns.  Everyone hung around to
greet friends and relatives and pocket the envelopes with money.  As the
auditorium began to clear out, the graduates went to change out of their
caps and gowns; the girls in the library and the boys in the locker room.
Ben Strader and Jock Mitchell didn't change.  They opened their lockers and
started drinking the beer they had hidden there.
"Hey, you have to turn in your caps and gowns to get your diploma," someone
reminded.
"I'll turn it in on Monday," Jock said.  "I'm wearing it to the parties."
"Why the hell do you want to wear it any longer?" someone asked.
He flashed a mischievous grin and looked at Ben.  "Shall we show `em?"
Both boys started unsnapping their gowns.  They pulled them open to reveal
their totally naked bodies.
"Geezuss, Guys !  You sat all through the ceremony, naked?"
	They broke out laughing and everybody laughed with them.
	"Fuck, I can't believe you walked up there on stage with nothing on under
your gown!"
	"Yep.  Balls rubbing and dicks swinging," Ben said.
	Sean and Cody agreed that they would go to one party then head out to the
park.  Ben and Jock were there.  It was almost more than Sean could take,
being in their presence with the other guests, knowing that they were stark
naked under the gowns.  He wondered when they were going to get dressed.
	The two boys left the party after a respectable length of time and headed
for the park.  They parked and walked through the woods.  There were already
camp-fires and as they approached they saw guys and girls already in their
sleeping bags.  They were obviously naked but everyone was so casual about
it.  They made the rounds rather aimlessly from one campfire to another and
spent a few minutes talking.  Jock Mitchell drove up at the last campfire
where there were three couples gathered one couple already snuggled up in a
sleeping bag.
	"Hell, he's still wearing his gown," Cody said.
	"Geezuss, Jock, why're you still wearing that thing?  It was so hot I could
hardly stand it," one of the girls said.
	"Yeah, it is getting pretty hot with it on," Jock said as he began
unsnapping it.  When it was open all the way down the front he shrugged it
off and tossed it on the hood of his car.  The boys whooped and the girls
shrieked as he stood there in all his muscular, naked glory.
	"Talk about hot!"  one of the girls said.
	"Hey, man, who's with you?  You got a date?"  one of the boys asked.
	"No, I'm going to make the rounds and share everybody else's date," he
said.
	The boys moaned and the girls shrieked with laughter.
	"He means it," Cody remarked as he and Sean walked back to their car.
	"Yeah, I know.  He'll fuck every girl in the park before morning," Sean
said.
"How about you?  I figured you would end up out here with Sandra White."
	"Fat chance," he scoffed.  "You know the Hawker twins, from Bolton High?"
	"Yeah, big black muscle-heads.  A couple of stallions, I heard."
	"Well, Sandra likes black stallions," Cody said.
	"No shit!  She's out here with both of those studs?"
	"She's somewhere with them."
	"Shit, she won't be able to walk tomorrow," Sean said.
	"Won't matter, she'll probably be on her back for the next two days.  Hey,
you wanta drive up to Bard's Hill?"
	"Uhhh...I don't think so, not just the two of us," Sean said.
	"I meant we could hike further up in the hills.  There won't be anybody
that far up; there's no way to drive it," Cody said as he walked to his car.
	"I didn't bring a sleeping bag," Sean offered.
	"I've got mine."
	"I'm not spending the night with you in your sleeping bag," Sean declared
as they were both getting in the car.
	"I wish you would," Cody said.
	It took a moment for it to soak and for the stunned look to come across
San's face.  "You...wish...?"
	"I've wished it for a long time," Cody said, his voice clear and strong as
he started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot.
	"Geezuss, Cody, what're you saying?"
	"I thought I made that clear.  I want to spend the night with you in the
same sleeping bag," he said.  "And that's where we're headed.  Unless you
tell me to turn right out of the park, I'm turning left...toward Bard's
Hill."
	"Geezusss, Cody...I...I had no idea."
	Cody laughed, a soft, gentle laugh.  "Guys like you never do."
	"What do you mean, guys like me?"
	"Big studs with everything going for you...looks, muscles...hung...sex
appeal dripping off of you."  He slowed at the park exit without a turn
signal on.  He paused for a few seconds then made a rolling stop and turned
left.
	"Cody..."
	"Too late.  You had your chance," Cody said.
	They drove in silence for the few short miles around to the north entrance
to the park.  Cody took the winding road to the parking area and parked as
far as he could in the trees.  He turned off the engine and got out.  He
opened the back door and got his sleeping bag.  When Sean didn't move, he
leaned in the window.
	"You sleeping in the car?" he asked.
	Sean fumbled with the door handle.  "No...n-no, I'm c-coming," he
stammered.  "Geezuss, Cody, I had no idea," he said again as they set out on
the path leading up the steep, wooded hills.
	"You said that," Cody said.  "And I said guys like you never do, and you
said..."
	"I know...I know," Sean cut him off.  "But you gotta give me a minute to get
used to it...I mean, hell, I deserve that much."
	"You've got till we get to the top of the hill to get used to it," Sean
said, "Then I'm going to be all over you like flies on honey."
	"Fuck, you believe in going after what you want, don't you?"
	"Once I get up the nerve to make my move.  That took me awhile in your
case."
	At the top of the hill, narrow paths led off in all directions.  Cody
looked all around then took one of the paths.
	"What if there's somebody else up here?" Sean asked.
	"There wasn't anybody parked in the lot, so if there is, they had one hell
of a long hike," Cody said.
	They ducked in under the limbs and forged their way through the overgrown
brush that nearly covered the path, till they came to a small clearing. An
enclosure, almost, with the thick growth of small trees and bushes all
around the bed of thick grass.  Cody untied his sleeping bag and rolled it
out over the grass. Sean helped smooth it out and Cody laid the top flap
back then took off his boots while he was knelt down.
	Sean pulled is boots off.  Cody watched him intently as he took off the
rest of his clothes, down to his shorts.
	"Those, too," Cody said as he pulled his own shorts off and tossed them
aside.
	Sean peeled his shorts down and stepped out of them, kicked them to the
pile of his clothes.  It felt good to be naked in the warm night up there in
the wilderness.  His cock felt heavy, fluffed up.  He was hesitant, shy, as
he watched Cody stretch out on the sleeping bag.
	"You going to sleep standing up?" he asked.
	"No...No, I..."  He stammered as he lay down.
	"You're nervous as hell about this, aren't you?"
	"Aren't you?"  Sean asked.
	"No, not after I made up my mind and found my courage," Sean said as he
reached over and flattened his hand on Sean's abs.  "You don't know how long
it took me to do that."
	"How long?"
	"How long have we known each other?"
	"Shit, I had no idea, Cody."
	"Will you stop saying that?" Cody said, laughing.  He moved his hand down
into Sean's pubes and felt his cock laying over his balls.  "Dam, that thing
is big." He lifted it and let it fall.
	"Uhn!"  Sean groaned.
	"So fucking big and heavy it hurts when I let it fall on your balls," Cody
said as he did it again.
	"Aahn!"  Sean groaned again when his cock landed on his balls again.
	Cody wrapped his hand around it and pulled on it.  "Warning; I've got a
long list that I've been making up for a long time, of things I wanta do to
you, so you'll have to stop me if I do something you don't like."
	"I can't imagine what that would be," Sean said.
	Cody laughed.  "You haven't seen my list."
	It was a long list and Sean wasn't sure he was taking one, two, three, down
the list.  He started out kissing his chest, back and forth, nibbling on his
tits till they were tall and turgid and sensitive.  Then he criss-crossed
down his abs but by passed his cock and crawled between his legs and began
kissing the insides of his thighs.  He kissed down to his calves, and lower,
to his feet.  He sucked his toes, sending Sean into a trembling frenzy.
	"Fuck, nobody ever did that before," he gasped.
	Cody made his way back up Sean's legs, working his arms under them along
the way.  The he hunched his shoulders to raise his legs up.
	"I'm gonna eat your ass, okay?" he said.
	"Yeah...yeah, go ahead," Sean managed to say as he pulled his knees into
his armpits, tilting his butt up off the sleeping bag.  He couldn't cry out.
  He could only moan and whimper and gasp and stifle it all as Cody lapped
and kissed and tongued his asshole.  He was about to beg him to stop when he
stopped on his own and moved up to his balls.
	"Ohh, Geezusss!"  Sean moaned as Cody sucked his balls, lapping them with
his tongue.
	Cody urged his legs back down and crawled up higher, leaned up over his
middle.  "My God!  You're bigger than I imagined."
	"What'd you imagine?"
	"Big.  But, fuck, this is huge," he said as he wrapped his hand around the
base and pulled it straight up.  "My Godd!"
	"You said that."
	"I'm going to be saying it a lot, get over it," Cody said as he began
lapping up and down the huge shaft.