Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 17:55:49 -0700
From: Seattle Eater <pickle02@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Firemen's Hoses

Three Firemen's Hoses

Before the elevator on the tenth floor of my building, deep masculine
voices were bouncing up from the shaft and into my hallway. There were
murmurs then deep boisterous masculine laughter. Already I was half-hard
just hearing them. The doors slowly opened and my eyes almost popped out of
their sockets and I'm certain my jaw hit the floor.  Before me stood three
God's masquerading as earthly firemen.  They were all tall, between six
foot four and six foot six, each with wide shoulders and muscular frames.
They weren't bulky but I could see right away they were quick and very
masculine.

The one on the left was a tall blonde, probably swedish or norweigan with
bright blue eyes and bright blonde hair with the same bright blonde hair
running down each forearm. The middle one was a beautiful russian with
mischevious green eyes, square jaw with beard stubble, he subtly adjusted
the lump in the pants of his uniform. The one on the right was the tallest
of the three, deep dark german skin, dark brown-almost black eyes, huge
pecs where his nipples stood out even against the thick polyesther blue
uniform he wore. He overtly cupped his softball-sized basket, licked his
lips and winked.

"If you see something you like, c'mon in.' Mr. German ordered.

"We don't bite....hard."  The swedish fireman drawled in his mesmerizing
accent.

Suddenly the russian stud leaned out, his muscular hand grabbed my arm, and
me-bodily, into the waiting elevator.  He caught me off balance and I
stumbled right into his body, my face directly in between his thick
muscular pecs, where I could smell some masculine cologne mixed with
masculine body sweat. My right hand inadvertantly grabbing his already
swelling lump with my left hand splayed right in the middle of the swedish
mans hard abs.

"He doesn't waste time, he'll fit right."  Mr. German chuckled, leaning
over with his quite large hand roaming over my small ass cheeks, pressing
his middle finger in between the clefts. At almost a foot shorter I was
already at a disadvantage, feeling like a weed among tall cedars.  I had
wondered what he meant by 'he'lll fit right."  Would I fit right in or
would they?  I didn't spend too much time pondering the finer points of
their English, due to the thick cylinder tube, hard, thick and large, under
my right hand.  The russian it belonged to gently raised my chin up to see
his seductive smile.  He leaned over in the small elevator, giving me a
shock and a deep french kiss.

As we were kissing, I felt the Swedish Man's hand roaming over my other ass
cheek, he leaned over and began kissing, nibbling my cheek and
neck. Mr. German, meanwhile, had moved behind me, his huge arms encircling
my chest as his softball sized basket was nestled right in the middle of my
back. He was was easily about a foot long and thicker than my forearm.

The Swedish man broke away and said 'how about we slow this down a bit." I
was immediately disappointed, thinking the fun was over, however, he dug
out a keychain from his pants (that he quite filled out nicely) and
inserted a key into the elevator's panel.  He turned the key and the
elevator stopped a few floors down.

All three unbuttoned their uniform shirts, exposing some serious muscular
pecs and thick, hard abs.  These weren't some plastic pretty boys sporting
twenty eight inch-eight pack abs.  These were all man with a working man's
body. It was apparent they all worked out at the fire station, that was
probably equipped with a fully stocked exercise room. The Russian grabbed
my head in one of his hands and smashed my mouth on his erect right nipple.
Not one to turn down a pacifier, I greedily exercised my right to suckle.

Mr. German had unbuttoned his pants, but since he was standing with his
legs spread, plus his muscular bubble butt, they didn't fall down.
Mr. Russian had let his pants fall to the floor and I heard another thud,
therefore, Mr. Swede had forgone his pants as well.  Mr. Russian gently
brought my chin up again, he kissed me again then put his large mitts on my
shoulders, pushing me to my knees.

"I think we need some help here, you up to the job?" Mr. Swede asked in
that sexy accent.  I nodded, then Mr. German cupped my jaw with two fingers
on one hand, turning me to his cock.  I was not mistaken--it was fourteen
inches long and thicker than my wrist.  He nodded to the other two, pried
my jaw open and with one quick thrust of his hip, shoved his cock down my
open throat so all I could see was a black hairy crotch and feel two
bobbing balls bouncing off my bearded chin. He was really getting into my
open throat, fucking balls deep when I felt a hard cock at my open hole
(when had my pants disappeared?).

Mr. Swede had deftly unbuttoned my pants when Mr. Russian pushed me to my
knees. Now Mr. Russian had his lump free, he ran the length under my
quivering, waiting ass, inbetween my thighs.  He was easily ten inches and
the girth of my wrist.  I could see why they chose the holes they
did. Mr. German was moaning, throwing his head back while grabbing my skull
with both his hands, his cock thrusting in and out of my
throat. Mr. Russian had either greased up or spit on his monster cock and
while Mr. German had his balls deep, I was relaxed so he shoved his slicked
up cock down to his balls.  They held themselves for a minute to get me
used to them, while Mr. Swede was rubbing me all over to soothe the
assault.

They must have gone without sex for awhile because Mr. German didn't last
very long before he was feeding me a mid-afternoon snack. Mr. Russian
wasn't very far behind before he was shooting ten inches inside my
ass. They held their positions, I was wondering what was going on.
Mr. German leaned over and whispered in a sexy voice "hope you're thirsty.
Whether or not, here it goes--better swallow." Mr. German was pissing a
torrent of clear, tasty Man Piss, he didnt need to hold my skull so hard, I
wasn't going anywhere.  Mr. Russian immediately started pissing up my ass
as soon as he stopped cumming, his arms were holding me close, his hands
intertwined with Mr. Swede.  Mr. Russian nibbled my ear and started
whispering something in Russian in my ear, all the while cumming and
pissing. He was still thrusting, not knowing if he was doing either.

They popped out with audible snaps, I felt so empty, Mr. German laughed,
saying "dont look so sad, you stil have this one" He slapped Mr. Swede on
his chest, running his fingers through the dense, bright blonde fur,
running across pec to pec and from chin to crotch. Mr. Swede cupped the
side of my face with his slender, muscular hand, spreading his shirt and
pants on the elevator floor, laying me down gently while the other two were
standing in corners with satisfied smiles.

He kissed me deeply all the while raising my legs on top of his wide, furry
blonde shoulders, ensuring my ankles wouldn't slide, his shoulder tops
thicker than the side. Besides, the other two had grabbed an ankle each, so
I wouldn't run out the top of the elevator shaft.  Mr. Swede's cock was as
long as Mr. Russians but even thicker, if that was possible.  He placed the
head of his dick against my hole, I was worried I would spew cum and piss
but I needn't worry, due to the thickness of his cock--double
Mr. Russian's!

He gingerly placed his cock head inside my ass, his eyes glazed into
pleasure, talking gently to me in swedish. His muscular arms with twenty
inch biceps, on either side of my head, he leaned over as if to crush me
but placed his furry, pelt-lined nipple right inside my mouth.  When I
started suckling and nibbling, he would thrust and pound harder and faster.
I was grateful Mr. Russian had gone first. We were gone for what felt like
days, in a sexual frenzy, when he shoved balls-deep, let loose a stream of
Swedish, that I was guessing wasn't a nursery rhyme, then he slid down and
gave me another deep kiss.

Mr. German picked me up off the floor, kept me on my knees and asked if I
wanted another snack.  I was confused, then Mr. Russian smirked, turned
around with Mr. Swede and showed me two hairy, muscular pairs of twin-man
peaks. I gave Mr. German a great big grin and showed my tongue, he winked,
nodded and dropped his drawers. He turned around to show me his pelted
German high and tight ass.  It was the most beautiful Man's ass I had ever
seen.  Mr. Russian laughed, said they hadn't had time to 'properly clean
up' and shoved my head to Mr. German's ass.

I could smell a wonderful, masculine aroma of Man Sweat, Ass Sweat and Shit
Sweat.  My dick was hard again, I gave broad licks to clean off the dried
sweat and shit from around Mr. German's furry asshole sides, when the thick
chunks were cleaned off, I began thrusting my tongue in and out of his ass.
He was shoving back, moaning and hanging his head in bliss.  He reached
around to hold my head still, with his asshole inside my mouth. I
understood, docked my mouth open to his furry hole and kept my tongue down.
There was a small fart and a medium sized log that popped down my throat to
join his cum in holy matrimony. He let my head go, turned around, winked
and playfully shoved me to Mr. Russian.

Mr. Russian caught me, kissed me again and pointed to Mr. Swede who had
'assumed the position' against the wall.  Mr. Russian joined his side,
'assumed the position' with him, which caused their asses to jut out, so I
saw two perfectly muscular Man's Asses, each asshole and surrounding
up-down areas slightly streaked with dark brown. Their hairy holes opening
and closing, winking at me, inviting.  I dove right in to Mr. Russian's
ass, giving broad licks, then going to Mr. Swede's blonde furry ass,
grabbing his furry cheeks to give me better access. I gave him the same
broadstroke licks. I went back and forth like a kid in a candy store.

Quickly, Mr. Russian held my face to his asshole and a thin, long log of
manshit raced down my throat. It was masculine shit, dark like bitter
chocolate, whereas Mr. German's log was all Man, like he--thick and
masculine. Mr. Russian let me go, all three were getting dressed and
Mr. Russian tossed my clothes. I looked at Mr. Swede and asked "So, no
dinner?"

He gave that masculine, hearty laugh I had heard through the elevator shaft
then answered: "not this time, I promise the three of us will make it up to
you."