Avery is cooking for the firefighters at the local station when an emergency leaves him with the hunkiest of them all! Can Avery service his every need?
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The sauce bubbled redly and hot, little circles of tasty goodness growing and popping and spraying droplets over the pristine surface. It was a little pale and watery still, Avery thought, but it would soon thicken up. He had never made such a huge amount of spaghetti sauce.
All four burners were on, with four pots — two big ones, two littler ones on the smaller burners — bubbling away. The air smelled rank with tomatoes, onions and garlic. It had smelled good at first, but now Avery’s nose was inured to the scent, and he didn’t pay attention to it until he left the kitchen and came back only to be sent reeling with the potency of the scent. The firefighters down below must have smelled it too, because they kept coming upstairs to see if it was ready for tasting.
But Avery wasn’t cooking it for them to eat. It was a fundraiser for Independence Day, and in lieu of donating money — because he had none — Avery was making the sauce. It wasn’t jarred either, he made it from scratch. The tomatoes were canned, but other than that, it was all fresh and homemade. Hopefully many people would come and buy a ticket to the raffle in exchange for a plate of spaghetti.
The baritone voices of the firefighters emanated up the stairs, and Avery waited for them to appear so he could tell them he wasn’t giving them any spaghetti sauce until the fundraiser, and then they’d have to buy a ticket like anyone else.
“She looked like a cartoon hippo, like a sexy hippo in a Bugs Bunny cartoon-“
“Okay, man, shut up, she wasn’t that fat-“
Someone was passing by in the hall, two people with deep, cavernous voices and dimpled smiles you could hear in their charming tones. The laughter was too loud for Avery to make out what was said for a few moments, as firemen filled up the hall outside the kitchen.
“I swear, man… hey, why does she have such big teeth? Did she eat Little Red Riding Hood?”
“She don’t have big teeth! She sucks dick like you wouldn’t believe!”
Those were the guys from the photo shoot. Avery had only really gotten interested in this July 4 fundraiser because of them. He heard the local firefighters were doing a calendar — a shirtless, maybe even nude, calendar — and Avery really wanted to be the photographer.
As it turned out, they hired a real, professional photographer. Avery was annoyed. He got stuck somehow making sauce for a completely different fundraiser. He didn’t mind, but, he thought, they could at least give him a shirtless fireman as a helper. The whole point of getting involved was to see the handsome firefighters.
But they hired a professional, and Avery got stuck cooking spaghetti sauce by himself.
“Damn, that smells good!” The two firefighters from the hall looked into the kitchen. “Oh, shit, man, can I have a bowl now?”
“Yeah, lemme take a taste-“
“No,” Avery said flatly. “I haven’t made the pasta yet anyway. It’s just sauce.” He turned around and blushed at the sight of those two firefighters. They were both nearly naked, one wearing brand-new boxers — you could still see those fold-lines on them from when they were in the package — and the other wore a skimpy bathing suit, his blond hair slicked back with water. They had been working out, apparently, in the gym downstairs, and they were going to take a shower and change when they smelled the spaghetti sauce.
They were both handsome, with physiques like Olympians. They were Adrian and Chuck, Mr. January and Mr. February. The bulge in Adrian’s underwear made Avery imagine throwing himself in Adrian’s arms — oh god, I could start a fire or something, make him rescue me, oh god, oh god — but he tried to remain professional.
“Man, I could eat a bowl of sauce. I’m so hungry, I could eat anything right now,” said the blond, Adrian.
That made Chuck guffaw. “Ha ha ha! Holy shit, man, I know, you demonstrated that when you made out with that ugly chick-“
“Shut the fuck up, Chuck!”
“Did you eat her pussy? Was it nasty? I bet it tasted like old orange juice, the really cheap kind we got in elementary school-“
“Shut the fuck up, Chuck! She — she’s not a girlfriend, okay? She just… She loves sucking dick, she begged me to suck my dick, and yeah, sometimes she wants a little oral too, and I don’t mind-“
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Shut the fuck up, Chuck! At least I can get a girl! You got no game-!” They both laughed over each other’s simultaneous accusations, drowning out each other’s voices as they walked away. They ignored Avery, spaghetti sauce forgotten, and headed back down the stairs.
He sighed and returned to his sauce. He heard more laughter in the locker room down below. Adrian and Chuck were changing their clothes, putting on civilian gear. They came out a few minutes later, still talking about the merits of Adrian’s less than desirable female companion, their voices carrying through the ventilation system.
“Man, a mouth is a mouth, you don’t even know. I’ll let anyone suck me off, I don’t care, I love blowjobs. I don’t gotta look at her face to fuck her mouth. If some chick wants to…”
“Anyone?”
“Any adult and consenting woman, that’s what I meant, man, don’t be a dick-” Adrian again stopped at the door to the kitchen. He was ravenous. He wanted his six-pack to be popping today for the photoshoot, so he hadn’t eaten all day. His belly rumbled. “Oh, shit, man I want spaghetti. Hey, we don’t have to pay at the fundraiser tonight, do we?”
“Of course we do, it’s a fundraiser. That’s the whole point.”
“But it’s our fire station!” Adrian threw his hands in the air.
Avery looked down the window from the second floor kitchen to the ground floor, where the firetrucks were parked and where Adrian and Chuck emerged from the locker room freshly dressed. They looked good in a tee shirt and shorts too, Avery thought. His eyes roamed up and down both men’s bodies. He decided this was good a time as any to make his offer, so Avery made his way downstairs.
“Hey, uh, Adrian, I’ll pay for your bowl of spaghetti at the fundraiser tonight,” Avery said. “If you let me jack you off.” A long awkward pause filled the air. “Just… since you said you would take any mouth… I can assure you I do it good, all the way down, to the root, swear to God-“
“I meant from a girl, man.” Adrian said, blushing as he stalked out. “Woman!” Chuck followed and laughed with him. They both headed out the front door.
Avery blushed too. That had been a resounding failure. He wondered if he was going to be asked to leave the station. If Adrian complained, the fire chief might say Avery wasn’t allowed to volunteer here anymore.
Oh well… He sighed and returned to the upstairs kitchen and his pots of spaghetti sauce. As a great admirer of male physiques, Avery propositioned a lot of men, and many of them turned him down. Can’t win ’em all. Maybe there would be another fireman later, at the fundraiser tonight. They would be hot in the crowded community center, they’d be tired and too loaded with carbs to hit on chicks. Adrian was obviously unwilling, but there were eleven more firemen on that calendar.
Moments later, the siren erupted, followed by an incomprehensible voice announcing something through the loudspeaker — the 911 dispatcher — and then a torrent of activity. More sirens turned on. The stovetop turned off, but came back on a few seconds later when the loudest of the sirens had fallen silent.
Avery was so shocked he dropped his wooden spoon into the sauce, and he had to use tongs to get it out. He heard masculine shouting, grunts and heavy footfalls as the firemen scrambled to get ready. They threw their gear on, barking commands and encouragement, and somebody started the engine of one of the firetrucks.
In just two minutes, the fire truck was pulling out of the station. Avery went to the window to watch. It was exciting, and it felt good even if Avery didn’t really have anything to do with it — he felt like a part of the team, even if he wasn’t.
Then, it was all over. The firefighters were gone. Avery was alone.
The fire station was sepulchral, liminal like an abandoned home. A half-eaten cinnamon bun from the vending machine lay on a coffee table. One tennis shoe was scattered near the door, its partner missing. There was an air of activity, but it was a hollow aura, an echoic silence, a dwindling remnant of activity that had thrummed and hummed just moments ago.
Now it was nothing. It was almost spooky.
Alone again, Avery cleaned up a little the best he could. He put the dirty dishes in the sink in the kitchen — he had already filled up the dishwasher and turned it on, so he couldn’t wash anything just yet. He returned to his bubbling sauce. He felt more lonely now that the station was empty, even though he had been alone in the kitchen for most of this afternoon.
Then the truck came back. Avery breathed a sigh of relief. It had occurred to him that it was possible there had been a real serious fire; maybe the firemen were all dead; maybe the news would be here any minute to collect on-air nostalgia about all those dead heroes.
But it was just the firetruck. Avery watched as one young man — Josh Taney — came out of the driver’s seat. No one else. Josh wore his fireman’s suit, but the helmet was off, and he carried the jacket, so he just wore a wifebeater over his broad chest, the fabric matted to his skin with sweat. It had been white at one point, but now it was dingy gray. He wore this wifebeater beneath his fireman’s suit all the time, and rarely washed it, so it had become so sweaty and nasty it was wet all the time. He didn’t care. It kept him cool, and nobody expected him to be clean.
There was soot smudged over his face, and his hair was singed. A trickle of blood ran down from his eyebrow. “Hey,” he said. Josh had heard that the spaghetti-cooker had propositioned Adrian to jack him off, which Josh thought was hilarious — Josh didn’t even know people did that outside of prison. Adrian was a prettyboy, obviously he would never do it, Josh though, Adrian was squeamish, he was only a fireman because he thought it would help him pick up chicks.
Not Taney. Joshua Taney was from a long line of firemen. He was a fireman because it was in his blood. And he didn’t need to be on some stupid calendar.
“What happened?!” Avery’s eyes opened wide. Was Taney the only survivor? What had happened out there? Josh’s eyes had a certain deadish, thousand-yard stare.
“Oh it’s fine. No biggie. The rest of them had to go get checked out cuz a beam of wood hit them on the head. Concussion,” he said. “It’s fine.” He shrugged.
“Okay.” Avery’s heart still raced. That sounded serious — a blow to the head leading to a concussion! “I was just talking to Adrian a few minutes before they left. I hope he’s okay.”
“He’s fine. They just made him go to the hospital.” Josh sneered. “Adrian’s a damn prettyboy. I bet he comes to the fundraiser tonight with gauze around his forehead, which he totally doesn’t need, he just wants to look like an injured-fucking-warrior, and he wants to get all the fat chicks to come hug him, he is so like that — you know he had a fake sling on once at a party — well, it was a real sling, but he didn’t need it-“
“He is kind of a prettyboy.”
“I know, right? Like if one of the Hardy Boys became a lifeguard and got injected with self-righteousness. I hate that dickhead,” Josh said. “I could have a six-pack too if I spent all my time doing sit-ups and shit. Like an asshole.”
“Yeah, what a dick-” Avery realized that Josh wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.
“I didn’t even wanna be in the damn calendar. It’s just so old ladies can gawk and shit, man, fuck that,” Josh said. He stalked past Avery towards the locker room. He acted like he expected Avery to follow, so he did.
“You didn’t get in the calendar?”
“I know tons of girls who say six-packs aren’t even hot. No one cares about that shit. If you spent your time working on your firefighting skills, you wouldn’t even have time to do sit-ups all day. So anyone with a six-pack must be less competent at firefighting. Dick.”
“Uh-huh.”
Josh angrily dropped his thick firefighter pants, revealing a big bulge beneath the boxers he wore. He scratched his dick and sighed — that felt good and made him relax some — his balls got so sweaty in that warm fireman suit, it was nice to let them hang free. He sighed and leaned back against the lockers, legs spread.
It occurred to Josh Taney only then that the man in the locker room with him was checking him out. Now his legs were spread, the bulge in his too-small boxers so big it looked like he had aimed it at Avery.
“He talks a big game too,” Avery said. “But Adrian’s all talk, no action. He was bragging about how he loves to get sucked off by any woman, no matter how ugly, he doesn’t care. I offered to do it and he said no. What a douche! He was just talking shit. He wants to talk about his dick as much as possible because he likes the idea of people thinking about it.”
“Yeah! And those abs! He lifts his shirt so often, it’s crazy. Like in the 7-11 when we’re just getting hot dogs or something, and he’s like ‘I don’t put processed chemicals in my body’s so he just gets a salad with a dressing that’s like all processed chemicals, and he shows his six-pack to the Pakistani lady who’s like seventy and obviously doesn’t give a shit, just wants to know why some goddamn Disney prince is in her store baring his goddamn belly at her.” Josh blushed because he realized he was babbling and sounded defensive. “Anyway, whatever, I didn’t want to be on the calendar.”
“They wouldn’t let you on?”
“They said my ‘body-type isn’t popular right now’, and they said I had to shave my chest!” Josh stood up and showed off his bare body.
He didn’t have a six-pack, that was true, and he had a hairy chest. But he wasn’t at all fat, he simply didn’t have a six-pack. He’d probably only need to lose like five pounds and do a mountain of sit-ups to get a six-pack, Avery thought, but he didn’t say that out loud. It was obvious Josh wasn’t looking for that.
Neither was Avery. He enjoyed a six-packed prettyboy from time to time, but Josh’s powerful body and meaty frame was better. He didn’t mind the scruffy beard or the shaggy black hair — which was unkempt and nearly a mullet — and he loved Josh’s face, which featured a jaw that was almost too square, giving him a jutting, cavemany look. Avery thought it was hot, but Josh was not exactly “calendar material”, at least not without a haircut, a trim of his beard, a shave of his chest, a few days of cutting to get a six-pack and some makeup or photoshop to make him look less like a rampaging barbarian.
Luckily for Avery, ‘rampaging barbarian’ was perhaps his favorite kind of man.
“You want me to jack you off?” Avery asked.
Josh sucked in his breath. He’d never let a man touch him before. His father had drunkenly admitted once there used to be a guy who hung around the fire station to get guys off — he said it was normal and helped avoid being distracted during fire calls. But Josh had thought that was just stupid rumor-mongering. He never believed it.
Now it was happening! Josh watched his dick twitch beneath Avery’s grasp. Josh was surprised it had happened so easily — girls always wanted to mess around, go on dates, take endless showers to prepare. Josh was covered in sweat and soot and a little blood from where he had gotten dinged by a piece of broken glass that snuck in beneath his helmet. No girl would touch him like that.
That big caveman-like jaw rutted as he chewed on his lower lip. His dick was hard even before Avery pulled it out through his boxers, planted his lips on it and swallowed the entire shaft, all in one smooth motion unlike anything Josh had ever experienced.
Now that it was happening, Josh couldn’t believe how good it felt — it was almost frightening, he thought, like Avery was going to suck his cock right off. He gasped and leaned against the wall, unsure if he should touch Avery’s head — he felt like he wanted to, but didn’t know if that would be rude. His hands fluttered around, and his muscles rippled as Josh let out a long, chest-rattling groan.
“Hmmm…” Avery murmured around the cock in his throat, and the vibration of the noise made Josh moan out loud.
He couldn’t deny how good it felt, as Josh closed his eyes and felt a wave of pleasure crash over his body. Josh’s dick pulsated, and he sucked in his breath. He clutched his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at parade-rest. He alternated between scrunching his eyes shut tightly and opening them wide.
“Goddamn, man…” Josh bit his lip. “I needed this…” He felt like he might pass out. Pangs of bliss pounded like heartbeats up his body, making his tan face turn as pale as his bare ass — which was porcelain and unmarked except by the coarse black hairs in his crack.
“Hmmm… You taste better than any prettyboy,” Avery said, his voice a low murmur. He slurped up the salty precum that ran down Josh’s shaft. “They should have put you on the calendar.”
Josh couldn’t speak coherently. He just kept babbling, “Uh-huh, yeah, ah… Uh-huh, okay… Uh-huh, yep, uh-huh-” until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“You wanna get in my ass?” Avery asked. In seconds, he had his pants down, his ass bare and aimed up towards Josh’s cock.
Josh never thought he would plow a man in the ass. He’d only ever done one woman in the ass, and that hadn’t even lasted long. But Avery’s ass was tight and it beckoned beautifully. Josh was still pondering the possibility, stroking his dick and watching the copious precum leak out of his piss-slit, when his body moved of its own accord.
Before he could think twice, his dick was in the crack of Avery’s ass. He sighed and moaned. He wanted this so bad. He needed to hurry up though — the other firemen would be back from the hospital soon. Anyone who didn’t show signs of memory loss, sleepiness or confusion after one hour would be discharged — Josh had been through this before.
So he needed to hurry. Luckily though, his awkwardness made little difference to Avery. He had no sooner felt his dicktip slide into Avery’s tight hole before it was sucked in the rest of the way. Avery’s well-muscled ass pulled it in, and Josh let out a long, low, throat-warbling moan.
He found himself leaning over. “Oh god…” He hadn’t really meant to, but now he was on top of Avery, that rancid wifebeater rubbing across Avery’s back. His dick jabbed deep into his ass, and then he pulled out, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.
“Goddamn,” Avery said with a wrenching sigh. His prostate came alive as Josh began to plow back and forth, ramming his dick in and out.
It felt so good neither of them noticed Josh’s radio crackle into life — the 911 dispatcher asking if any police officers were available to drive a couple firemen from the hospital back to the station. Josh focused on plowing back and forth instead, on making a big frothy mess of his precum — or was it his actual cum? He couldn’t even tell.
It wasn’t like it was with a woman. He couldn’t tell when his orgasm began, and Avery seemed willing to get cornholed as hard as Josh possibly could. No girl would ever take Josh’s entire dick in her ass — he hadn’t even thought that was possible.
So now that he could, he pounded away with all his might. He jammed his dick in and sighed, and he even found himself nibbling on Avery’s earlobe as though he was a girl Josh needed to seduce. Josh pulled away and blushed, biting his lip as the last of his orgasm finally overwhelmed him.
“Goddamn, man… I’m cummin’, shit…” Josh sighed and leaned back once more, so he could watch his dick slam into Avery one last time. His whole body throbbed and jets of cum sprayed into Avery’s tight ass.
Avery muttered as he shot his own load on the floor and into his hand. He sighed and moaned, pawing at the ground. It was the best sensation of his life, he thought, and the best part about it was that it was unplanned — he had thought Adrian’s tight body was his perfect chance, not this rough-edged stallion with a perfectly chunky ass.
But Josh cornholed better than Adrian ever would, Avery was positive of that. He cornholed with abandon, and he kept cornholing even as he orgasmed, turning his cum into a big frothy mess that spilled out on the locker room floor. Josh nearly gagged at the sight of it, but he laughed and moaned at the same time, the constellation of sensations in his body so intense he couldn’t help but squirm.
His cock flopped moistly out of Avery’s ass. Josh’s head reeled. He couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or not. Should he keep this a secret? Or tell Adrian he had done what Adrian was too squeamish to do?
“Goddamn…” Avery said. He turned around and kissed Josh on the hairy chest, jacking on each nipple. Josh was sensitive enough that that continued his orgasm for what felt like an eternity.
At last, he was done. Josh lay limply against the wall of the fire station, which now stank of cum.
Ten-four, dispatch, I got them. I’m at the hospital now, we’re on our way out. They’ll be back at the station in service in five minutes. Less than that if I put my sirens on. The cop on the radio snickered like that was an inside joke — they weren’t allowed to put sirens unless absolutely necessary.
“Oh shit!” Josh leapt to his toes as he tried to think of what to do first. The locker room smelled like sweat and cum, and that was the first place those guys would go when they got back. Josh’s dick was rapidly limpening, but it was still covered in ass-goo and cum. Avery was sweaty and still focused on licking Josh’s chest clean of sweat, which Josh ignored. “We gotta clean up!”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Fine.” He got some paper towels and sighed. The cleanup wasn’t the best part. He wondered if any other firemen would be down to mess around. Josh erupted in activity, as he cleaned his dick off and sprayed air freshener around the locker room.
Maybe during the fundraiser itself, Avery thought. He could hang out in the kitchen and send word that any fireman who needed a little… attention could come to the kitchen and get his needs taken care of.