Fire in the Firehouse 3

Mitch and Colby, mere moments ago had both expelled their expression of love, laid there in a tight embrace. Slowly their cocks seemed to drift asleep. Feeling their sticky-wet lower regions. They couldn't break from kissing, not being able to get enough of the other. They'd try, only to have one or the other giving tiny kisses on the others lips which, in turn it drew them back in a deeper bond. It wasn't long and their cocks began to stir yet again.

Minds racing out of control, the two men laid in their present state for what seemed like eternity. Neither wanting to break from the other. They were wracked with feelings that almost bordered on separation anxiety. Neither needed to speak to the other, it was just a feeling they both felt inside.

Colby broke the silence kiddingly laughing. "I think we need a shower. We're both a mess. Plus we can continue on in there. I've not seen lightning in a while, I kinda think we're safe there." Mitch didn't respond. He remained still except for pushing back his thick, brown locks off his forehead. Colby was lost in the moment. Taking in the scene, enjoying it all for what it was worth. He was mesmerized by the beauty of the man he'd just made love to. It seemed almost scary. Two men, by most accounts that would be considered straight, were in fact gay. 

Mitch piped up, "Although another shower is a hot idea, I'm thinking more along the line of going down on you and cleaning up some of that mess we made." The words dangled there in the air. Without saying another word, Mitch began to get in position to do as he said. Colby wasn't about to let Mitch have all the fun. They didn't need to communicate their intentions, they simply rolled on their sides. Mitch's head now pointing down toward the foot of the bed. 

They both got to work licking up their spent wads of cum. Mouths tracing through wiry thick, yet soft pubic hairs. Mitch was first to take notice that his lover's crotch was saturated not just with cum, but with pheromones as well. The musky aroma was almost empowering. He cupped Colby's balls, feeling their heaviness in his hands. Then he began to delve deeper into his lover. He held his pulsating fuck-pole, and just bore his eyes into it. The sense of total control over another man's dick was invigorating. He'd let the shaft pop out of his mouth and he lay spellbound as he watched his spit and precum dribble down and bury itself in the pubes while the hardened cock before him swayed back and forth in rhythm with his companion's pulsating abdominal area and beating heart. 

Colby, too, was examining his boyfriend's shaft, balls and all. He'd lick the head, tasting the river of the other's man-honey. He'd lower his mouth over the entire unit, sans the balls, feeling the veins and cock-hairs over his tongue. He'd refrain from sucking cock and held the hairy testicles in between his fingers in a gentle, but manly fashion. His orbs were huge, hairy and full of the salty liquid his mouth was beginning to crave. He began to coo, "Suck me baby. I need to be sucked and swallowed. C'mon baby, give it to me." 

Mitch was all too willing to oblige his lover's needs. He bobbed up and down, then got his chance to finger his peer's pliable fuck-pit. He could imagine, though not see with his eyes being closed, the tight, pink, hairy orifice throbbing, almost winking luring him inside. Begging to be invaded. As he entered, he was met with slight resistance. Possibly due to the fact he'd entered it dry. Thinking quick, he caught hold of the next river of precum, used it to lube his finger and was quick to enter the hungry hole. The muscles tightened, welcoming the invading digit. Colby's body was heaving in excitement. The sensations were controlling his body. It was as though he had no control of his body in the present state.

Colby cried out in pure elation, "God baby, I love you! I need you! I want you! My body's yours to use. Keep making me feel this fucking good. Suck me and finger fuck me like only another man can. Yes, Mitch...FUCK YES!" He'd not cum yet, but the heat of the moment was acting like it was taking possession over his body. He was definitely a man possessed by love and overwhelming emotions. And for another man. A scenario he'd never knew was so empowering, exotic, beautiful.

Colby, although barely able to think on his on reserve copied what Mitch had done. He used his lover's nectar, lubed his finger and began invading him, too. They became entangled in a game of "what you do to me, I do to you." Colby was amazed as he thought about all that was unfolding. His mouth full of cock, his finger buried deep inside the man he had begun falling in love with. The anal cavity and its inner muscles were, in a sense sucking his long, firm digit. Colby knew neither of them were going to be able to continue at this pace. 

"I can't take much more of this Colby," cried Mitch. "This is fuckin crazy. I've never cum so much, so hard, so fast in my life." His words mirrored the thoughts of the other man. They couldn't comprehend things as it all seemed to be moving so fast. The mere fact that they were basically getting more and more snowed in did much to help them to be at ease. They knew there was nothing that could break them now.

Just like a page out of a Lifetime movie of the week, it happened. A series of lightning flashes to end them all followed immediately by a thunder rumbling seemingly from hell. The two men froze in the midst of their love making. They no longer felt as safe as they had. The wind increased and suddenly the firehouse was being slammed by something. The sound was hollow and cold. The two hunks shot each other a quick glare, said nothing, and popped up, reached for their robes they kept hanging in the closet and ran to the door. To their horror, the sky was pounding them with ice. The composition had changed. Things seemed to be getting worse.

Colby remarked, "Fuck...now both our trucks are thrashed." They gazed out the window to see the pellets of ice slamming their trucks. There was nothing they could do. Even if they'd wanted to, going outside now would be pure suicide. They stood gazed over with shock at what they saw. They observed the sky flash more and more and listened to it rumble. Both men, although men in the physical sense were being reduced to feeling like kids. All they had, one another.

"Well, that's true Colby, but better our trucks than us. That's what insurance is good for." They stood by and watched for about twenty minutes when suddenly the dynamics of the storm shifted again. This time it was total whiteout, nothing but pure blizzard. The wind was howling fiercely and there was no way they could see off the porch, let alone their trucks. 

Frustrated they could see no more, they headed to the kitchen area. As they sat, the lights flickered on, off. On, off. Finally, off. With in mere seconds the backup generator kicked on. They knew they'd be fine with that. They heated some coffee that had been left over from their meal and sat next to one another. Neither willing to talk. It were as though if they didn't talk, it made the storm less real. If they spoke, it'd be more like they were giving in and accepting what was happening. If they remained still, maybe it would stop. It was foolish to think, but they were so on edge now, it made little difference.

They finished their coffee and sat still in a daze. Mitch spoke, "Florida sure sounds good about now." Colby smiled, he was still in a fog over all that was unfolding and couldn't find it in himself to say anything. 

A few moments passed, soon Mitch spoke again. "I think we're better off back in bed. At least there we'll be warmer. And, I'm gunna turn down the heat, run as little power as possible. We'll take blankets off other beds to help keep warm. And, who knows, maybe a certain red-hot lover can help me out, and me, him." Mitch wasn't sure how to help Colby snap out of how he felt. He was hoping to entice him with cuddling in bed. 

Colby peered over, "Yeah, I'd like that. No sense sitting here becoming a basket case over this. There's nothing more we can do." Suddenly the phone to the station rang. Mitch ran to answer it.

"Hello? Uh huh. Yes. Well, I'm sorry. There's only two of us here and we're under strict orders not to remove the rig from here. And, to make matters worse, we're snowed in. There's no way we can get the door open and our own trucks are basically destroyed." The call ended abruptly.

Colby stared a moment then inquired,"What was that all about? Did they hang up on ya?" Silence loomed for a brief period of time. Mitch seemed bothered.

Breaking the silence, "It was a resident, seems their windows all got blown out from the wind. I feel guilty, but what can we do?" They both began thinking, strange, yet a blessing there'd not been more calls. But there was no way they could get out. And the front door was blocked, too. True there were windows, but they weren't prepared and the person hung up not giving an address anyhow, not that it would've mattered. Neither said a word. They were overcome with feelings of guilt. But it was a small matter. Hopefully the people would use plastic or something. Perhaps take shelter at a neighbor's.

Without saying a thing, they looked to each other, half smiled simultaneously and headed back to their beds. Once in bed they laid there listening to the crying winds. Colby laid his head on Mitch's strong muscular chest listening to his lover's heart beat. They were safe and warm, and had one another. Colby slid down a bit, allowing Mitch to ease his head down to meet the other's lips. They locked into a deep kiss. Their hearts raced with love and emotions, their testicles ached from blue balls from being broken apart so shockingly. Emotionally they were both beginning to have a toll taken on them.

As the two young men kissed, eyes closed naturally, they stayed interlocked as such for quite some time. Though neither of them opened their eyes long enough to confirm it to the other, they both had soft tears running down their faces. Tears of happiness having found one another, fear if they'd ever make it out alive.