Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:22:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cool Dude <yoursecretcrush33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fireman's Slut
The fire truck's siren screeched plaintively as David drove
madly through the streets of Metropolis. Underneath my suit, I could feel my
muscles flexing. An orphanage was on fire downtown, and I knew that the lives
of the kids there were in my hands.
The moment the fire truck came to a halt, I leapt out and
ran up to a woman crying in front of the building. A group of children, some
still sucking their thumb and some as old as seventeen, stood around her.
"Where are they?" I demanded.
"They're in their rooms upstairs," she wailed.
I took off and a couple firefighters came with me. We
climbed up the stairs as fast as we could. The fire flared around us. I kicked
down the door of the room. The fire had already invaded the room and I
couldn't see a single child. I looked around and saw a door at the far end. I
ran up to it and kicked it down. It was a bathroom and six kids were huddling
inside. I grabbed two of them and quickly carried them out of the building. I
set them down on the street and let the medical people take care of them.
I turned to the woman, out of breath. "Anyone else?" I
asked her.
She looked around at the children, then suddenly froze. "Jay! He was in
the same room as them!"
"Mother-" I dashed back into the wall of flames, alone
this time. I ran up to the room I had been in before and desperately looked
for a hiding place this Jay kid might have gotten to.
Then I saw it.
A bookshelf lying on its side right in front of a door. I
ran over to it and pushed it away. The moment I did the door fell open and a
kid fell out onto the floor, coughing violently. I tried to pick him up, but
he shrank from my grasp so I grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door,
down the stairs, and out into the street.
The boy fell to the ground, still coughing. I kneeled next
to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "You okay, kid?" I asked him.
He shrugged his shoulder away and turned to glare at me.
"Don't act like such a goddamned hero," he croaked.
My mouth fell open. "I just saved your life," I exclaimed.
The boy had hair so blond it was almost white, and his eyes were the bluest I
had ever seen. He looked to be about eighteen.
"Yeah, well," he got up, dusting off his jeans, "I
could've gotten out if I had really wanted to."
I was amazed he was in such good condition, but I tried to
remain nonchalant. I shrugged. The boy rolled his eyes and walked away.
Most of the orphans were moved to another orphanage down the
road, but it wasn't big enough for all of them, and six were left homeless. I
couldn't just leave them like that, so, as chief of the fire department, I
offered for them to stay at our building. The boys stayed upstairs in the
attic and only came down to use the bathroom and showers.
Jay was one of the boys who stayed in the department, and,
although he was rude to me, I was strangely attracted to him.
One night I was on call at the station, lying in a cot
reading a book when I heard one of the showers turn on. I set the book down
and began creeping towards the showers. On the way I glanced into a mirror.
I was 43 years old then, making me the oldest fireman there by far. But I made
up for it by my strength. I was barrel-chested, with huge hairy arms and broad
shoulders. I was 6'4 and weighed a whopping 260 pounds, most of it muscle. I
had a large chin that was always covered in stubble, and piercing black eyes.
I was wearing an old t-shirt and jeans.
I glanced around the corner and saw Jay, lathering his hair
in shampoo. He was much smaller than me and had a flat chest and an average
sized dick. Looking at it, I could feel mine hardening in my pants.
I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans and padded into the
showering room. I turned the faucet next to Jay's on. When Jay heard it, he
gasped and turned away from me, hiding his penis in his hands. His eyes were
still covered in shampoo. It suddenly struck me that I had never seen him
showering and I realized he must be embarrassed about his body. Looking over
at him, I couldn't imagine why. His legs were smooth and supple, and he had a
heart shaped bubble butt. I had to stop myself from reaching out and stroking
it. My dick was turning thicker as I gazed at the boy, who was trying to get
the shampoo out of his eyes. I looked down. My chest had a thick mat of black
hair, which was now wet from the shower.
When I looked back up Jay was gaping at me, his hands still
covering his dick. He desperately tried to keep his gaze from my huge member,
which was beginning to lift itself up. "Oh, sorry, Teddy," he mumbled,
turning away.
"Sorry?" I asked gruffly. "Why?"
"Um, I don't know," he giggled.
I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't!" he cried, moving away from me.
I raised my hands to show I didn't mean any harm. "Jay,
I'm not gonna hurt you."
He looked me in the eyes. His hands were drifting from his crotch.
"It's not that, it's just^Å"
"All right," I said turning around. "I'll go."
I started to walk away but stopped and turned around when
Jay called my name.
And then we were kissing, wildly. I drove him back into the
wall, my tongue probing into the corners of his mouth. My hands were around
his waist and his were around my neck, and I felt like I was in a dream. Water
gushed onto us from above.
Jay pulled away from the kiss and looked me in the eyes.
"Aren't you married though?" he whispered.
I looked down at the ring on my finger. "Don't worry about
it," I murmured.
I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away again. "I
want^Å I want you to fuck me."
I kissed him, but once again he wouldn't kiss me back.
"Teddy, I want to be yours^Å I wanna be^Å your bitch."
My dick was hard as a rock. I leaned forward to kiss his
neck, biting it softly. My right hand slowly moved down his body and my
fingers caressed his tight hole.
"Tell me I'm yours," he whispered.
I smiled. "You're my little bitch, boy," I murmured with
a low raspy voice. He let out a soft, light groan. "I'm gonna fuck your
boypussy `til I cum all over you."
I kissed him on the lips again, and let my hands travel down
to his smooth thighs. I lifted his legs up, and he was now pinned against the
wall, the head of my cock nuzzling his small opening.
I was still kissing him, but his lips had become loose, and
soon his head craned upward, and I felt an orgasm pulse through him, as a tiny
sound tore from his mouth. I glanced down and saw his boy-cum oozing from his
dick onto his own belly. "You like the cock, don't you, you little slut," I
muttered. "You like being made into Daddy's little bitch. Tell Daddy how
much you want him."
He was breathing heavily. "I need you," he cried. "Daddy,
I need you!"
I slipped halfway into him and he gasped.
"That's it," I said, watching his upturned face.
"That's how Daddy likes it." I pulled out for a moment, then thrusted
deeper into him.
"Uhnnnnnn." The sound escaped from his mouth like a demon.
I felt another orgasm shudder violently through his small frame. One of his
arms was still wrapped around my thick neck, as if I was the only thing
keeping him from falling into an abyss. His other hand was buried in
the dense hair on my chest.
"Daddy's gonna cum soon," I murmured into his ear. "And
he's gonna use your boypussy for his cumhole."
"Please," groaned the boy.
"You like that, huh? You wanna be Daddy's cumhole?"
"I want it," he begged. "Use me."
My cock was buried all the way into his cunt, and I felt my
heavy balls contract as my cum poured into him.
After I had caught my breath, I carried the boy to my cot
and laid him down on it. I stood over him and shot a load onto his chest. Then
I lay down next to him and held him in my arms.
"You're a good little slut, aren't you," I whispered.
He kissed me lightly in response.
"My little slutboy."