Fire in the Firehouse 21

The rush of the ocean to meet the cool sand below was picking up steam as high tide was coming in. The waves intensified and the sounds made the act between the two men in love that much more dramatic. Their robes became torn off in the heat of their passion. Mitch threw the two robes inside all rolled up into one. The heaters bore down on them and the cool sea air stole kisses on their smooth skin. 

Time stood still as they melted into one. They barely noticed a small aftershock from the prior Earthquake. They heard nothing being said about there being an emergency as a result so they continued on, allowing themselves to be aware of anything that might have come to pass from the small movement. 

After about 3 minutes they got back into one another mentally and physically 100%. They heard the waves crashing behind and below them, albeit slightly. They were deeply engrossed in expressing their love for one another. It'd been so long, this is what they hungered for.

The night seemed to fly by. Both men came four times each. Their first orgasms came easily since it'd been so long. But the three subsequent ones came at an even pace. They dozed off somewhere around 5:00 in the morning, with still enough darkness to make them sleepy. They'd brought a sleeping bag out prior, uncertain if they were going to be just cuddling or what. They had prepared for whatever would come their way. So, before collapsing into a pile of man, they'd grabbed their sleeping bag, a king sized one and bundled up. The delicate ocean gusts were so intoxicating to inhale. The air seemed so pure and healthy. The heat from above rained down on them, in a mixed blend of temperatures. If one moved too much, the other hurried to find the warmth of the other.

The sleeping bag reeked of a heavy man-perfume. It blended with the air around. They'd swallowed a vast majority of the others cum, sometimes their own in a kiss after the classic 69. Yet, some of their sperm lay on the material where it dried and left a rich smell. 

Another feature, the balcony had a canopy that lowered to keep bugs out, but mostly wayward seagulls. The two lovers had lowered it down before drifting off to sleep, fearful of seagulls and other marine birds. They wanted no interruptions. Their cell phones were off, all calls at the front desk were held unless an emergency came up. The two men desperately needed this time together.

When they woke up they realized they'd miss checkout at noon. Colby called down to the front desk apologizing. Being a classier hotel the manager scoffed at his attempt to apologize. He was more than happy to accommodate them. Actually, since the Earthquake they were just happy to get any room rented for the night and since the two lovers took their most lavish room and ordered room service and plenty of beer-a sizable tab, the manager made nothing out of the issue. In fact he even offered them the place another night for $100 off. The two men discussed the matter and agreed instantly.

They laid in their sleeping bag waking up, soaking in the scents and sounds of the sea life around them. It was one of those days they could just sleep all day. The ambiance was soothing and comforting. They lay there thinking they needed to get going with their day. Mitch considered making coffee, but having it brought from room service was less a bother. The staff was so willing to accommodate that they had a staff member run down to Starbucks to get them their order. The rest of the hotel was basically deserted with all that had transpired. The two young lovers almost had the entire place to themselves.

After having a four star breakfast brought to them the two men chose to shower and get out and enjoy the day. They really had no set schedule and were using it to their advantage. It had to be close to 1:30 PM by the time they dragged themselves into shower. They didn't have sex but couldn't stop making out. It was like they were hard pressed to keep their hands off each other. There was finally an element of their relationship that had been missing they managed to implement again. It felt good to be this close and be alone.

Once under the shower head they kissed, fondled and caressed one another. There was no crevice left unattended. They'd lick, suckle, nibble and basically almost devour one another. Mitch began lapping the water droplets off his lover's perfected frame. He found a personal liking for water drops on his lover's body hair. It seemed more succulent and devious. He found it almost exotic to lap the dew-like drops out of his underarm hairs. Colby's breath was hard to come by. He arched his head back and uninhibited passion, forcing his well developed abs to jut outward, all the other chest muscles on display. He was completely gone in the moment. 

Mitch couldn't contain himself. It were as though he was drunk and Colby the root of his condition. He began administering attention on his lover's nipples. He sucked them to full staff. The sensation sent sexual ripples through his man's body. Hard to fathom almost, but the other began sweating, even under a steady stream of water. There was a pungent and rich smell of testosterone in the bathroom. Colby, enraged with lust and desire grabbed his boyfriend's enlarged penis and began blindly stroking the fleshy rod. Colby's sexual appetite for hot cum in his mouth took over all his thoughts. He could think of nothing more than milking the other's cock and then taking the wad in his palm and downing the hot, salty fluid. 

The love making session went on for quite some time. Colby, after getting his lover off once went at it again full force edging his partner, bringing him close and then backing off. Mitch's piece responded viscously by leaking a-seemingly-endless amount of precum. Colby was drinking the liquid in as fast as Mitch was oozing it from his loins. 

Colby broke off from his mate's attention, got on his knees in the shower and began furiously devouring his prick. In one fell swoop of sexual ecstasy he took the engorged man-meat and swallowed it down his throat like a circus-sword swallower. His throat muscles began summoning the other's seed from the deepest parts of Mitch's sculpted and perfected frame. Mitch thrusted his head back in a deep and passionate cry let his torrent of man-seed spew forth from the head of his dick. Colby drank the warm liquid down his gullet like a pro. He wasted nary a drop. It all found its rest in the deepest parts of his body.

Mitch, not missing a beat leaned over, touched his toes, saying not one word and spreading his pink bud wide open, the pucker seemingly speaking to the other to slide on in. Mitch had no reservations at all, his body willing accepting the invader. They were fused as one, the lighter haired man buried balls-deep to his bush on his companion's ass. It only took a few intense pumps and thrusts to unleash his seed deep into the deepest tunnel of his buddy's body.

After both men expelled their DNA inside the other respectively, they cleaned off. Funny thing, neither men were spent in the least bit. They both stunned the other by displaying an energy level the other never expected. They ran from the shower, still dripping wet, grabbed some clothes, then towel dried themselves. They began competing like school kids to get dressed first. 

Colby had an idea, he wanted to take this play down on the beach as the day had warmed up quite nicely. Mitch was pulling his shirt over his head when he heard the wheat-colored-haired man call back to him, "See ya on the beach stud-muffin." The blew an air kiss and was out the door. He bolted down to their truck, they no longer referred to their stuff as their own but as theirs. He grabbed his portable CD player, one with amazing sound quality and ran to the beach. He also snagged a Frisbee and a football. He was determined to make the most of this time alone.

When he arrived on the sunkissed sand he didn't have to look far to see the man of his dreams waiting for him. Mitch stared on puzzled, but was so relaxed and mellow, yet brimming with energy and curious what was going on. Colby motioned for him to go long. Mitch needed no further encouragement. Finally the two young men could act like young men and not like modern day super heroes. It felt so good to just get out and be themselves. 

They threw the football back and forth for a long time. Some young boys came over and watched them. They didn't speak one word to the other, they shot their winning smiles to one another and began putting on a show for the boys. The kids were excited by what they saw and longed to be like their older peers. They invited the younger guys to play a little touch football with them. It felt good to be around other people again. 

Their little game went on for about a half hour. A small crowd of high school jocks and teen girls had gathered. They ended their game with the kids and started another with the teens. The girls stared intently at all the well-sculpted man flesh. The men were all covered in sweat and sand. Mitch and Colby far outweighed their teen peers in size, speed, agility and over all manliness. The two men were so masculine and butch no one ever gave it a second thought they weren't straight men. 

The game ended with there still being several hours of sunlight. Everyone high fived and congratulated one another on a game well played. All the teens took off but two single girls. The girls waited to be alone with the handsome young men and made their moves. Mitch and Colby knew what was coming.

One girl, Tanya, introduced herself and her friend Dana. Tanya began, "My friend and I here couldn't help but notice you two guys. Do you guys go to college around here?" The two lovers broke out in laughter. 

Dana looked at Tanya, both girls wondering what was so funny. "Did my friend say something wrong," as she tried covering up for something possibly said wrong? The two men shot one another a look, they had developed a way of communicating with their eyes.

Mitch spoke for the both of them. "Not in the least. And no, we're not in college. We're actually firemen and we're on hiatus from that for a while. Been a lot of personal matters that have come to pass of late and we're just clearing our minds. Anyhow, you two young ladies have a nice evening." The girls both deduced the two men were arrogant and stuck on themselves.

Tanya called out as the two men walked off, "You both are a couple of stuck up assholes!" Colby took the lead, which was usually his lover's thing. And walked back over with Mitch a few footsteps behind.

"Its not like that," he began. We're both involved already and wouldn't want to give you the wrong ideas." He smiled, nodded and turned back around. Neither girl was going to let this go. They'd been insulted and were really interested in the two men.

Dana cried out, "Well, fuck you both. Couple of pricks. You couldn't handle our pussies if you tried." Mitch let out a huge laugh, turned around and went into man-bitch mode.

He got in a close proximity to the girls and spoke, "Yeah, see. This is all good and well, but first off we're involved. Secondly, we're over 18 and I doubt either of you are. Again, have a nice night. And let's drop it here, k?" Neither girl was going to back down this easily.

Tanya and Dana talked and yelled out in sync, "Probably a couple of fags anyhow." The two men stopped dead in their tracks, looked at one another, said nothing, leaned in and began french kissing and groping the other. The two girls stood looking in amazement, mouths dropping wide open.

Colby and Mitch spoke together as the girls had, "Guess you're right about that. Have a good night now." They strolled off laughing and grabbing the other's ass. The two men hadn't let their hair down like this in so long. It felt so stimulating to be so free.

They headed back to their room tossing the Frisbee back and forth as they glided across the warm sand. Colby had an idea as they headed back. He saw tied to the wharf a fair sized boat, about 25 feet long that was docked. The sign above mentioned that the boat gave whale-watching tours. He pointed to Mitch, they said nothing, ran the stuff back to their truck and ran to the wharf to see what time the last cruise went out.

When they got there they saw a man about 10 years older than them in equally great shape gutting some fish. They approached him and asked how much to take a cruise. The man looked at them for a few, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Tourism had taken a huge dip since the Earthquake. He couldn't figure out why these two wanted this trip so badly.

Before going any further they all introduced themselves. The lovers learned the man's name was Bryan, a single man married to the sea. He'd opted to earn his living as a fisherman after the dot com boom went belly up. Life in Silicon Valley had proven too daunting and too much to handle. The sea had always spoken to him. 

Bryan confessed the fishing had been sorted since the Earthquake. The fish seemed not to be present as much. And as for his whale sight seeing, about the same. The movement seemed to scare the marine life away. Although there seemed to be a slight increase in sharks in the area. Perhaps the magnetic field and all factored in. Bryan could only speculate as a fisherman, he wasn't a marine biologist.

The two men offered Bryan $500 for their trip. They told him a small "Reader's Digest" version of their lives. Bryan confessed he was bisexual and knew where they were coming from. He'd not been involved seriously with a man or a woman much since leaving his job. He'd engage in casual encounters here and there with both sexes. But he was truly enjoying being free. 

Bryan spoke to his younger guests. "Shouldn't be too much further and we might see some whales in this spot. Used to see 'em here all the time. But since that damn shaker, there's been little in terms of action anywhere." The sun was edging closer to the horizon. There wasn't going to be much time left to look for whales. A cooler breeze came up and the two lovers escaped inside and watched from the windows of the boat. They'd come out if one was spotted. 

Bryan looked out and saw there were precious hours of daylight left. He began turning the cruiser around to head back, feeling bad the two men had spent so much money and got nothing to show for it. He slowed the speed to just below stall, kind of drifting on the open water. He called out, "Let's just wait a few more before we head in. I hate like hell not giving you guys something for what ya paid." He half expected them to ask for half, if not all their money back. The two men agreed as they helped themselves to the coffee Bryan offered to them to help warm up. They were about a mile from shore. They could start to see the wharf as the boat bobbed up and down on the mostly gentle sea. The waves were helping them reach the wharf, just at a slower pace. 

Another hour passed. They were growing bored, but the silence and atmosphere from the approaching evening made the money spent well worth it. They'd edged closer to where they'd started from. The wharf more visible. Bryan called out, "Ready to head in guys? Sorry about there being nothing, but its getting late." The men called back their acceptance and sat back to head in. Bryan went to start the engine, it spit and sputtered. Odd. A newer craft and seemed to be having trouble. Again he tried, again it failed. He went over to gauge a look to see what might be causing this. Everywhere he looked came back empty. Nothing made sense. He went and hung his head over the rail to see what he might around the propellers, the water in this are wasn't as pristine as some areas, so visibility was going to be hampered. 

As he peered over the side, a puzzled look washed over his face. He saw some nylon rope and it seemed to be floating aimlessly. He reached for a hook and grabbed the rope, taut, much to his chagrin. He tugged on the rope, contemplated cutting it, but if it had become entangled, that would be useless. He called back for his two guests to help him, all the while explaining it to them. The three men grabbed the rope, hoping it'd only gotten hung up slightly. 

At first they tugged in one direction, but the rope would only go so far. Then they went the opposite way, that seemed to help some. Bryan gave a three count and they all pulled as hard as they could, Bryan being the front man on the rope. As they tugged, a conical snout pierced the water showing its dark gullet, pink gums accented with bright white, conical razor sharp teeth. The bottomless pit seemed to be calling for Bryan. The massive leviathan of the deep seemed to be summoning him in. Bryan dropped the rope in shock. His body broke out in a cold sweat, as chills ran all over his body. His face had grown ghost white. He stumbled back falling onto the deck.

Mitch and Colby were stunned at first. They tried to make light of Bryan falling. But when they were greeted by his face, they bore witness to his look of fright and terror. They both ran over to see what could've caused this look. They looked down and saw the reason for Bryan's terror. They looked at one another as if to say, not again.