Fire in the Firehouse

When Mitch arrived, he learned the same thing, the others were all out preparing for the storm. He called out, "Hey, Colby...where ya at man?" Colby wasn't too startled as he half expected Mitch to arrive as they both were on the same shift together. 

Colby shot back, "Up here man. In the shower. Captain left a note on our beds. Wants us to clean the shower. Its been a little while and its pretty gross."

Mitch called back, "Be right up man. Let me stash my shit here and I'll be there." Mitch quickly stashed his belongings and was in to help his new friend. Both men had become pretty close at work being so similar in age. 

When Mitch got to the showers, he found his new friend in there already getting to work on the shower. He noticed he had on a pair of trunks. "Where'd ya get the trunks?" 

Colby replied, "Over there on the hook. Apparently the captain keeps these around to clean the shower in. And I've turned up the heat so as to not get too cold."

Mitch went around, out of sight and got into the trunks. He went back to the shower to begin cleaning. He grabbed a brush in the bucket and began scrubbing. Colby looked back, caught a glance of his buddy and saw all his back muscles flex and move as he cleaned. Mitch turned around, sensing eyes on him and shot his winning smile at his friend. Nothing was meant by it, just Colby confirming Mitch being there. They worked in silence, making small talk on and off.

After making plenty of suds, Mitch called over to Colby, "I think we're ready to rinse. All the tiles are sudsy." 

Colby agreed, "Yeah, you're right. I'll turn the showers on to begin rinsing them." They both began turning on the ten showers, trying not to get too wet. As luck would have it, being so cold out, one of the showerheads spit and sputtered before streaming out. Colby got drenched. 

Mitch saw his buddy get nailed. "Ha, it got ya good, bro. Sucks to be you!" Colby stood there, angry that he got so wet, but began laughing it off. 

"You think that's funny? Try this!" Colby picked up the bucket full of soap and hurled it right at Mitch. With direct accuracy, he hit his mark. Mitch stood, dripping, laughing.

Mitch quickly made his way to a showerhead, unscrewed one and aimed it at his buddy. He placed his thumb over it to strengthen the flow. Bingo! He creamed Colby right in the abs. Colby was quick to return the favor and nailed Mitch in the same area.

This game playing went on for a few. Mitch soon grew bored, but was having fun. Neither man would willing admit it, but both were getting turned on by all this. Mitch then nailed Colby right in his bulge. Colby grimaced, "Oh, that's how we're playing now?" He quickly nailed his buddy in the same place. 

The back and forth horseplay coupled with the added pressure of the water soon caused a stir in the trunks of both men. They both silently noted this, but to maintain their masculinity, they failed to bring any attention to it. Mitch decided to take advantage of the situation and nailed Colby right in the face with the stream of water. Doing so caught him off guard. He was quick to address the matter by wiping the water out of his face, plus some of the water had gotten up his nose. Seizing this opening, Mitch snuck in and went to pants his friend. Colby had failed to tie the string, allowing Mitch an added edge. 

There was Colby, his hard cock bobbing in the water and air. Mitch took a long gaze at his buddy's tool. Now he wasn't no 9'' porn star, if Mitch were to guess, he'd say it was close to 8.5'' and thick. Probably a good 6''-7'' thick. His balls each were about the size of an extra large egg and covered with a respectable amount of pubic hair. Mitch let his eyes gaze up farther, seeing a thick, yet trimmed bush. Nicely shaped, no hair in the fold between his legs and pubic zone. He'd paid no attention to it prior, but Mitch saw Colby had very little chest hair. A fittingly sex treasure trail. He glared at the scene before him, lost in the moment.

The deafening silence, save for the running water made Mitch apprehensive. He thought Colby was going to tear off on him and cause a fight. Colby finally looked up. "Oh, so that's your game, huh? You wanna play the pantsing game now?" Colby's voiced beamed with humor for the situation. He speedily darted over to Mitch, "Well, what goes around, man..." He left his words hang there and within seconds, there was Mitch, shorts totally down, too.

Now it was Colby's turn to gawk at Mitch. It was uncanny. Except for the difference in hair color, their body hair was almost the same. Same trimmed bush, same treasure trail. The main difference, Colby's cock. An impressive 9'' X 7" tool surrounded by very similar sized nuts covered in a wisping of hairs. Colby stood staring as Mitch had done to him. Neither young man knowing where this was going, though neither of them were losing their wood none too soon. Colby was quick to wrap his arms around Mitch. "Come on boy, let's see what you're made of." All the while being careful of the slippery shower floor.

Colby lifted Mitch up, his cock rubbing the ass of the other hot stud. The wet body to body contact was getting to both young men, turning them on with desire for the other. Mitch started to wiggle in the grasp of his friend's vice-like grip, as it happened, he came sliding down. In a shocking turn, Mitch soon found his friend's swollen rod up his ass. With no hesitation and no time to tense up, the swollen cock slid right up the other's hot ass fitting like a glove. Both men paused, uncertain what to do. Neither had expected this. They both became almost numb due to their little predicament.

Mitch quickly grew nervous saying, then asking, "Dude, your fuckin cock's up my chute. You clean man?" Both young men started getting nervous about unprotected penetration. 

Colby answered, "Yeah, man. I've only been active a few times and always worn a cock sock. I promise I'm clean. How about you?"

Mitch responded, "Very little action bro. Ain't really had time for it. I promise I'm safe. Are we asking this 'cause we're planning on doing this man?" The thoughts began racing through their minds of the possibilities. Both men knew they wanted this and knowing the other was clean just gave them an excuse to go with what was transpiring.