Fire in the Firehouse 23

The bridge leading into the latest chapter...

Cory's face lit up in pure horror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He cried out, "Wyatt, we've got to save them!" Wyatt had done all he could. It was now up to the men below to get on the rope. Precious moments began sliding away. If the men didn't respond soon, they were sure to become a meal to the ominous creature below.

The lurking she-devil of the deep seas waited in anticipation for her prey to die. She rationalized as best a creature like she could that the boat had been wounded and soon she could move in. She was going against most everything science had said. True, Great Whites have attacked man, but generally prefer to let us be. With nature having shaken things up, she was doing what her primitive instincts told her to do, fight for her survival.

One thing was certain, she'd caused utter chaos. Bryan began really blaming his guests. "I shoulda never gone out. But, no. You two had to go out to sea. Now my boat is sinking." He continued on for a while.

Colby had had enough. "Dude, get a grip. You bitch more than a Jewish woman on the rag." Bryan stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't too fond of that remark being part Jewish himself. The handsome man continued. "Look, no one asked for this. It just happened. I think getting off the boat is what matters most. And, don't you have insurance?" Silence.

"Ah, fuck. My premium was due yesterday. I was supposed to go in and pay it today. You fags caused me to forget." He was back to blaming the two lovers again. He was reaching for a scape goat, he knew it was all his fault, but blaming someone else made him have to deal less with his own faults.

Mitch took exception to this. "Look, you can fuckin meet Davey Jones in his infamous locker for all I care. Eat shit and die. We're off this thing. We have lives to lead. If you're content dying, so be it." 

Neil had backed off a safe distance. The others on board waited, hoping those on the boat below would resolve their conflict and soon. Time was getting away and fast. They didn't have much time to quarrel. There was little they could do but sit and wait, hoping they'd work things out sooner than later.

Mitch insisted his lover climb the ladder and fast. He'd stay on deck until his lover was safe on board the helicopter. Bryan had become erratic and Mitch wasn't trusting him. The erratic man was throwing poles, oars, life jackets, most anything he could. He'd become so disillusioned, he now wanted to kill the two lovers it it didn't seem as though he would cease anytime soon.

It was a toss up, who would enjoy the spoils of the day? Bryan in his attempt to destroy the two lovers, or the swimming leviathan? Both seemed hell bent on their quests. The shark was growing impatient. Her insides begged her to find a meal. For a brief moment she shot off, nailed an injured and slow moving sea turtle. She crushed its shell like a human would a sunflower seed. She devoured the nutrients and moved back for her main course so to speak.

Colby fought back his urges to help Mitch as he began scaling the rope ladder a second time. He hung in mid air, half wanting to make his way inside the flying machine, stalling because he wanted to be at hand to help Mitch. His twin brother began screaming at him to make his way inside. Cory had seen something coming and, aside from yelling "hurry' to his brother, there was little else he could do.

The shark had dove deep. The helicopter had moved about 25 feet away from the dying boat. She'd become quite agitated from the sounds above and rationalized it was a threat to her meal. Having honed in on it as best she could, sensing it was coming from above, she dove deep to stage an assault on it. The monstrosity gained plenty of speed, swimming as fast as she could muster and began racing to break the surface of the water. 

Colby had managed to make it about one-third of the way up the ladder. He was focused on getting inside. His focus clear on the intended target, safety. His insides were a mess thinking about how high up he was and there was nothing solid below him. He tried not to think of it, but the feeling of nothingness below him was making him nervous. His hands were sweaty, his heart practically threatening to escape his chest. The wind from the propellers and the seaspray was all cause for distraction. He was fighting hard against all the variables to maintain his balance and stay focused on the task at hand. His mind raced as he took in all that was happening, it was quite overwhelming. He'd hooked a leg around the ladder every so often to stop and dry his hands so as to maintain a solid grip. As he reached for the next rung, he missed, saved by the fact his leg was hooked. He hung upside down. What was up now was down and vice versa. His mind was screaming all sorts of ideas as he tried to process which made the best sense for his survival.

The female demon of the sea was mere moments from getting airborne. In an instant she had everyone's attention. She broke the water's surface and was rapidly making her way towards the ladder and the man attached to it. A rarely seen sight, something that had gone unknown about Great Whites, the female shark was doing what her kind had done for centuries. She was in a sense flying through the air to nail her prey. She looked so majestic as she seemed to just freeze in mid jump. For a split second it all seemed so surreal. All of the men stopped what they were doing just to take in the awesome beauty of nature. The reality hit Colby the most.

With speed and momentum on her side, Neil had mere seconds to take the copter higher. He bore down on the joystick. Everyone feared Colby would lose his grip. Seeing the beast gunning for him, his senses burst into overload. He instantaneously locked his other leg on, fighting against air and gravity, using his leg muscles and abs that were now burning with lactic acid to tighten his grip. A career acrobat would be proud having seen what he pulled off. 

Hanging mere seconds from the hyper extended jaws of the bottomless pit of death Colby felt a wave of adrenaline expel from the insides of his body. He knew he was staring down death and he knew one false move and death was his fate, but he felt so alive. Though he couldn't be certain, due to the fact there was so much space between them still, but he could've sworn he smelled the remnants of her last meal.

Those on board the flying machine knew the man hanging off the rope ladder only could hang on so long before his grip gave out or he became too disoriented with the blood flowing to his head and possibly pass out, perhaps falling into the cold sea or into the hole of death that beckoned him there. 

Neil made his way over small formation of rocks where Colby was able to focus and lower himself to safety. Cory shouted they were going back to get Mitch and would be back for him. He was about to miss the demise about to transpire. 

The Great White grew enraged when she learned her prey had escaped. She searched in vein for her lost chance at food. She couldn't deduce what had happened. She just recognized her failure and the growing urge to feed. Her arial acrobatics out of the water had caused her to expend more energy than her body was prepared to do. Her stomach was urging her to find nourishment and soon. She honed in on the disturbances on board the wounded boat. The sounds mimicked the sounds of a dying fish in distress. The huntress circled awaiting death. 

The two studs on board the boat were locked in a fierce battle. Neil and his passengers circled the boat, hoping Mitch could make a dash for the ladder soon. Bryan wasn't relenting so easily. He was throwing punches at Mitch. The dark haired stud was deflecting the onslaught rather well. He managed to bury a few well placed punches here and there. He was doing quite well on offense. Bryan had made contact here and there, but he didn't possesses enough fighting skills to prove a worthy foe. Wyatt contemplated getting down and helping out, if not to speed up the process before nature won out and claimed the boat as hers.

Mitch ducked as a punch was coming towards his face. The predator below was growing restless. She would come close taking test bites at the boat, some rope, even the propellers. Nothing was satisfying her needs. As Bryan moved in with his extended hand Mitch had slipped to the side and was allowed to hold his own. In a swift move he leaned back on one foot firmly planting a crescent kick right in Bryan's jaw. Up in the air he flew, he danced in the air as he was struggling to find a place to alight. Sadly the air's moisture had made things a bit slick, as he reached to hold onto the railing, over he went right into the drink. Mitch was struggling to regain his balance as he heard the splash. Those on board the helicopter looked on in horror as the Great White had finally found her meal. There was no test bite and release, her anger, frustration and hunger took over as she easily downed the screaming man as blood gushed and billowed out his open cavities. He was screaming like a girl at a boy band concert. A grown man wasn't known very often to get his voice at such high octaves. The queen of the deep was satisfied as she devoured her meal, content for the time being and swam off in search of her next meal. 

Mitch trembled as he heard the screams. Part of being a Wiccan meant one was to value life at and all costs and to save the life of anyone in distress, even one's enemies. He didn't mean to send the man to his death. All he was focused on was getting enough of an open space to make a dash to safety, possibly crying out to Bryan to join him. Now nature had had Her way once again. There was nothing any one of them could've done, let alone have prevented it. Bryan had made his choice. Maybe Mitch's powers were protecting him, maybe Bryan's karma had finally caught up to him. Either way, he was gone. The darker haired hunk had a sense of guilt settle into his being. He'd have to work through it. He knew Bryan had chosen his fate and he'd have to learn to accept that.

Mitch quickly boarded the helicopter as it sped off to reclaim Colby from his rocky perch. Colby was relieved when he was finally safely on board the helicopter. Neil found a safe area on the beach to land and unload the men. The beach had become so dead because of the Earthquake, and it was also getting late and wasn't exactly beach weather.

The four men exited the chopper as Neil bade them farewell and headed back up the coast. The four men sat on the beach and talked gathering their senses after having gone through such an ordeal. Cory introduced his new friend to his brother and his lover. They began filling Wyatt in on their lives and all they'd been through and how it seemed never ending. 

After a few hours past and the men had fully regained their senses Cory and Wyatt had decided to rent a suite of their own at the same hotel. They were too tired to rent a car and drive back up north. Wyatt booked the room and Cory persuaded him to allow him to pay for it. Wyatt made his way upstairs. Extra clothing not being a problem as Colby and Mitch had extra clothes and all four men were pretty much the same size, especially the twins.

Cory talked to the manager a while. Just making small talk. One thing led to another and soon the manager was showing Cory the books for the hotel. As he was out on the beach Cory had stolen a few unnoticed glances and had had an idea form. 

A little more time had gone by when Cory had made up his mind he was going to be speaking to a Realtor the next day and arrange a meeting with the hotel owner. He was prepared to make an offer on the place and rebuild it into his club. San Francisco wasn't for him. Santa Cruz was also very gay friendly and if he could get permission from the city to expand and build a club as part of the hotel, he could realize his dream. And seeing as how the Earthquake had caused some damage here and there in the city, they might be keen on bringing in new business. It'd be good for the local economy having a good hot spot.

Cory finally made his way upstairs to find the others had made dinner plans. It was high time the men got out and enjoyed themselves. Mitch gave it a moment's thought; it seemed every time he planned time alone with his man, somehow his twin would wind up being there. It wasn't like Colby planned it. It just happened and Wyatt seemed cool enough plus it might be cool to make a new friend he thought.

After dinner and a night out, the men headed back to the hotel. Mitch and Colby had had a few drinks, giving them full excuse to be totally relaxed and almost completely uninhibited. Not quite drunk but close to it. In their blissful state they'd both gotten quite worked up sexually. Mitch couldn't keep his hands of Colby. All the way up the elevator Mitch kept grabbing Colby's basket, firm, forceful, but not in a painful way. Cory and Wyatt had taken another elevator up and didn't have to bare witness to all the hot sexual games.

Colby fumbled with his key card as they tried to get inside. Mitch was a man possessed. He had to have his lover and now. Nothing was going to be taboo tonight. All doors were going to be open. Colby's heart raced, begging to escape his chest. His lover took pleasure in making the other feel on fire with lust, passion and wanton desire. It felt so good to be so at ease and just enjoy being with one another.

They finally stumbled into their room as they giggled and laughed, made raspberries with their tongues and all sorts of silly noises. They practically flew across the room as they made their way to the bed. They barely took the time to roll back the covers. They were all over one another. Their silken skin rubbed across one another, the sweat they were working up proved to be a soft lube that only seemed to heighten their erotic touches. They began undressing one another, helping with a stuck button or zipper, anything to get undressed faster. They both noticed how much their bodies were responding to the other's touch. In almost a year's time the two men had grown quite accustomed to the other's needs and what made the other feel good.

Mitch was so far gone by now there was no turning back. He positioned his lover in a position he desired and began servicing his partner. He whispered, "Sit back and enjoy the ride. It might get bumpy, but the passion is yours to enjoy." Colby laid there wide eyed in anticipation of what could be coming his way. He face almost seemed to glow in anticipation of what be coming.

The brown haired stud was going crazy inside. It was though he couldn't take in his lover enough. He had to remind himself to slow down and enjoy the moment. The first spot he began working on at a slower pace was Colby's asshole. He rolled his lover's legs to his defined chest. With the knees bent it allowed the hole to be accessed better. He began lapping his tongue at the warm private entrance to the deepest, most private crevice. He began flicking his wet budded tongue against the soft hairs. The hole gave off such a manly scent. It was clean as could be, but the deep, heavy natural perfume of his lover's body made Mitch's cock ooze precum. The sticky-clear liquid pooled up on the mattress. There was so much masculinity scent that drank in the clear air in the room. Mitch's body was trembling with desire and need. 

With a heavy aroma of man saturating the private room, the two making love couldn't help but to be overcome with the toxic natural incense of testosterone. Mitch had to pace himself. His senses had become heightened and he was burning with the need to be at the top of his game. As he moved to Colby's soft belly to suck and tease his belly button, he became increasingly aware of his own feelings. First he noticed his cock was so swollen and his testicles had drawn up almost asking for permission to explode their contents. His body was drenched with perspiration. He felt a few soft drops of sweat wiggle their way free of his armpit hairs. They danced along the course of the hair until they finally escaped and trickled down the surface of skin. Mitch jutted in response to a few stray beads as they tickled his handsome body alerting him to the action. Then he took notice of his nipples. They were standing at attention, fully aroused. The few hairs that encircled the darker skin were matted down with perspiration. He found himself casually stroking his own thighs. He was so aroused. He took Colby's prick, opened the slit and slid the tip of his nipple inside of it, as though allowing the cock opening to suck his nipple. The sensation was breath taking for them both.

Colby could both see as well as sense his lover's urges. He gave him a look that they'd both come to recognize that gave permission to the other to do what was on their mind. Mitch turned over on his side, got up on his knees on the bed took his swollen member and gave a few firm strokes until his seed spewed all over his lover's masculine body. The dark haired hunk was all too eager to savor his own sperm. He quickly made his way over to begin cleaning up. Colby wasn't about to allow Mitch to drink the sweet man-juice all to himself. He urged his man to bring them together in a kiss. This was all too much for Colby. He began contorting, twisting, moaning and groaning until his own thick wad was expelled from his own body. They move in close together and allowed their bodies to mesh together, smearing the white cream between their bodies. It was symbolic to them. It wasn't just cum, it was their love they shared that was smooshed between them. It felt so natural, so beautiful, so right.

Mitch was still, making hardly any movements for a few moments. Unexpectedly he began to move more than just breathing. It started out subtle enough, but Colby was quick to notice his lover's change in demeanor. He scooted behind his lover and got a view of him in the mirror across the room. He stared hard trying to see what he could learn being kind of far to really see clearly. It started making sense. Mitch had begun crying. Colby wasn't sure how to react to this. It wasn't a heavy sobbing, but he was crying just the same.

The dark haired man wiped his heavy bangs out of his eyes as he rolled over. Both men reeked of sexual expressions, their cocks having both gone limp. Mitch stared lovingly in Colby's eyes as both pairs met and locked on to the other while he caressed his lover's fine features. He shocked his fiance saying, "No, baby I'm not upset, and yes I'm sensing your emotions right now. I'm crying because I realize how much I'm so deeply in love with you." Colby couldn't help but be blown away. He froze on the spot not believing his own ears. They'd made love before, yet somehow they never really exchanged their feelings verbally right after the act itself. It hit home, and hard at that.

Time stood still a bit. Colby drank in the words, let them swirl around in his mind. He treasured being so loved, wanted and desired. Tears suddenly wiggled free from his stunning eyes as the small droplets came to rest in the crevice of his collarbone. It was there the tears blended with some sweat. Mitch cuddled up next to his lover. Although it had never been spoken between them, Mitch had always assumed being the more present one in the relationship. Not that Colby was any less masculine. Neither were feminine by any stretch of the imagination. Colby had just grown comfortable with Mitch being more of the alpha male type while he'd become more of the more subdued. Notwithstanding he had his moments to shine in their relationship.

Seeing Mitch relax and give himself to Colby, allowing Colby to be more of the alpha male type. It wasn't much, hell it was in a hotel room in a bed. But Mitch needed to drop his guard and just allow all his walls to fall. He needed to be needed at this moment. Maybe it was all they'd been through, maybe it was just part of maturity. It could even be his powers, his Empathy that allowed him to sense his lover in all aspects.

Colby felt a sensation of empowerment wash over him. Things were changing in their relationship. One day they would look back and see this was the beginning of a turning point. Mitch finally lowered his defenses and allowed himself to be fully loved and loved by a man. There was always a small flame that remained burning that gave thought to being with a woman as society often dictated. No more. That was over. Mitch was fully 100% in love with Colby, a man. Somehow, some way Colby felt the shift and felt renewed. 

Mitch kept his head placed on his man's sculpted chest just barely below the collarbone and was free to be kissed and shown love. The wheat haired stud knew this and was prepared to take full advantage of it. He lowered his head to just the precise spot and met his lover's lips. The energy and compassion seemed to electrify between them. It was almost like they'd been reborn. Colby was fully alert and living in the moment. He took notice of how his lover's lips felt on his. He closed his eyes tighter. His tears were easily squeezed out, he said not a word. He feared he'd begin sobbing and give away his feelings. There was no sobbing to be had. It was just tears of love. Had he opened his eyes he'd have seen Mitch doing the same.