Fire In The Firehouse 2

Inside the firehouse, deep within the icy cold Sierras where younger lovers Mitch and Colby had been since arriving earlier for their shift, a half an hour had gone by in nothing flat. Mitch was occasionally watching the clock, trying to decide if he should start dinner. Tonight was breakfast-for-dinner-night. And dinner wouldn't take long. The batter for pancakes had been made ahead of time and the eggs would take nothing to scramble. The sausage would cook quickly and the fruit was already peeled and ready to be served. There would be coffee, milk, juice, and hot tea to drink. Mitch had nothing to do. He stood gazing out a corner window that gave him a breath taking view of the Sierras. Much to his surprise, the snow had already begun falling in earnest. Nothing yet to be alarmed about.

Colby, meanwhile, was washing some clothes that were piled up. Lending a helping hand to assist other fire persons. He, too, had a window before him, this one peering out in an opposite direction. He stood, a bit transfixed over what had just transpired between him and his new lover. He'd almost gotten lost in the moment, feeling his cock begin to stir in his pants as he mentally relived some of what had occurred. It was then he saw something that snapped him out of his trance, his cock quick to follow the lead of his distraction. As he peered out, he saw the thickest, blackest snow clouds in his entire young life. As he took in the scene, he heard the firehouse phone ring. He began hearing Mitch speak and found himself listening and a bit of worry wash over him.

"Yes, captain." Mitch was saying. "Right. Colby and I are both here. We both did as..." His words stopped there and he listened. Colby began to feel a bit uncomfortable. The longer the silence grew, the more scared he started to feel. As if something were wrong.

Mitch soon started to hang up saying, "Yes sir. Colby and I will stay put. Yes, under no circumstances are we to take out the remaining rig. Got it."

Colby, after having remained frozen listening to Mitch came bolting over to his new lover. "What is it? What's the matter?" The young hunk was apprehensive to hear what his fellow fireman and lover had heard.

Mitch began. "The Captain was informing me that the storm has worsened and they got word from the local news station that this storm is going to be the likes this area has ever seen. Basically, we may be trapped here a while. And as for the others, they are taking up shelter where they are. They headed to the station just on the other side of the mountain. Apparently where they are is already pretty bad off. I guess its just the two of us. We're prepared with food and supplies, so that's good."

Colby stood there listening. Part of him listening to the severity of the message being relayed, and a small part found him enthralled by his lover and the sense of real maturity pouring over him. It was a far cry for the love making and horseplay they'd both just engaged in. He then spoke. "I gotta admit man. I'm kinda on edge. I mean do you think we'll be all right? I know we trained for things like this, but this sounds huge."

Mitch answered in a reassuring manner. "I'm sure we'll do fine. Meantime, I'm gunna make that nice dinner-breakfast; breakfast-dinner, oh, hell, whatever. You finish up and come join me. And don't worry, even with loss of power, we've got a back up generator."

The two men went their separate ways. Neither spoke to the other while doing what they'd started before their phone call. Both their minds raced. They'd think of the fun they'd had, then they thought of loved ones and then of being trapped. The thought never really crossed their minds of the potential of being alone and what they could wind up doing.

The smells of the hot meal were permeating the station. It smelled comforting, warm, and inviting. Mitch soon cried out to Colby. "Babe, food's ready. Come eat." For a second he stopped and laughed thinking Oh, Lord. Not even a couple a full day and I already sound like June Cleaver. He brought a plate full of hot food to the table. Kept the portions equal like they'd grown up together and had two both have the same amount of food-like kids. Mitch had opted to make just coffee as a way to warm them both up. 

Colby walked in the dining area and smiled, warmly saying, "Food looks great Mrs. Cleaver." What was the chance of that being said? Mitch burst out laughing. His new boyfriend stunned by the irony. "Something I said?" The words hung there. This was good, a way to ease the tension of being two young rookie firemen alone together, trapped. As they ate the wind howled, and even a few flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder. The sky, though the sun was fully covered, began to take on a magical deep blue color. The sky was breath taking. Colby took advantage of the setting and scooted his chair which had been across from Mitch, next to him.

Mitch remarked, "Amazing, huh? Makes you wonder what's coming with this thing. Its intoxicating. A rush actually. But it still is laden with reality." Colby said nothing, leaned in, his object of desire sensing his move and intentions, they touched lips, parting their mouths to explore the other's mouth with their tongues. They embraced in the kiss. They both got a slight hint of the foods from the other's mouth. They both began getting very aroused of the attention they'd begun giving the other. They felt the other's firm and toned body. They felt their hearts begin to race, their lips swell, breathing increase and naturally their cocks rising. Lost in their passion, a flash of lightning startled them, causing them to break apart prematurely. Their hearts racing even more from being shaken from their trance.

Colby, still shaken implied, "I think we should get this stuff cleaned up and put away. Who knows what's coming. And with night fall almost here..." His words hung heavily in the air with so much uncertainty weighing upon them. 

Mitch suggested, "Let me help you. Make it go that much faster." As they worked putting it all away, the snow had begun coming down in almost dizzying amounts. They'd just finished up, as well as kissing and groping while they worked to lighten the mood when they heard a crack-snap. Yet again the two men found themselves shaken. They looked at one another, said nothing and ran to the main door to the station-not one used for the rigs, but for the people themselves. Neither of them wanting to open the door due to the frigid air that awaited them. They pulled back the curtain on the door. 

"Ah, fuck bro. My fuckin' truck." Colby saw a branch of one of the pine trees had fallen off and crushed the bed of his truck. It wasn't long enough to land in Mitch's truck, though he felt his buddy's pain. He continued, "I need to go move it." He was acting on pure anger.

Mitch put in, "Not worth it bro. Its useless and its cold as God-knows-what out there." But his words made no impact. He saw his boyfriend bolt down to get his lined jacket and bolt out the door right before his eyes.

Mitch hesitated, then spoke softly, "What kind of lover am I if I allow him to do this alone?" He, too, made a dash to get his lined jacket and to help out Colby with his truck. Though there was no need to be out in the snow. As he shot forth, he reached back, grabbed the door, slammed it. The small porch was covered in a fair mound of snow, and the overhang above had some icicles hanging from another recent storm. The door slamming caused one to break and fall. The way it fell, the weight of it caused it to change momentum and not fall point down, but instead, the heaviest part. It came falling down and made an impact right on Mitch. All he could say was, "Oomph", and then fell. 

Colby had been watching Mitch as he shot out to help him. He saw the whole thing and had no time to respond. He practically flew over to Mitch. "Oh my God. Are you OK?" His heart was racing in fear and he saw some blood. He was scared something had happened to his lover and he'd never forgive himself.

Mitch smiled, gritted his teeth, and in an angered tone, "Yeah, I'm fine man. It hit my shoulder and I guess scrapped my face here. Hurts like hell. Especially with this wind." He was implying his wish to be back inside the station where it was warm.

Colby was quick to pick him up, using his well defined body to help the man he was falling in love with more and more. Colby felt a sense of guilt for his actions, but on the other hand, it was quite a rush to take such control over the situation. He was determined to help make better what had happened. 

Once inside he made light of the situation. "Well Mitch, guess you can't say I haven't swept you off your feet entirely. I have now." He laughed and smiled, too. Hoping Mitch would forgive him as he laid him on the couch.

The other, though more of his pride being hurt spoke, "I'll be fine. Just help me get this jacket off. My shoulder is numb. Nothing appears broken, I think it just hit a nerve, arm's a little numb at the moment. And get me some Kleenex to blot this cut." He smiled, not exactly in the mood for pleasantries like saying thank you or please.

While Colby was gone, Mitch laid there relaxing. Too sore to remove his own jacket. He wanted it off to get comfortable. Though he was enjoying the warmth of being inside. His breathing wasn't quite as fast paced anymore. He was settling into a more relaxed state. The warmth of the firehouse seemed to glow upon him.

Colby got back in what seemed no time at all. "Here's your Kleenex." Can I make ya some coffee, tea, anything hot?" He wanted to help his lover and make him the most at ease as he could.

Mitch responed, "I'm fine man, really. Its not a big deal. Help me out of this jacket so I can relax. My bed sounds better, but I'll get there in a few. Maybe you should get back to your truck." He said the words in a way to not seem like he cared one way or another. The words were neither cold or warm and friendly. Colby ignored him, not wanting to risk an argument, knowing he was foolish to tend to his truck in the weather they were experiencing.

Colby slowly helped Mitch out of his jacket, being careful not to further irritate his shoulder. As Mitch came out of his jacket, he could swear his lover had tears in his eyes. "Hey, you OK man? I was hit by an icicle, not killed."

Feeling somewhat riddled with guilt, Colby sat before Mitch, a small tear escaped. He tried to speak, but his tightened throat got in the way. He cleared his throat and regained composure. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I guess I just got caught up here in my actions and I realized you could've been killed. Those damn things are known to kill people." He went back to his previous state of silence. Mitch raised his arm, albeit slightly. It was just enough to get the other's attention. He motioned for him to lean in.

Colby, not wanting to go against his lover's wishes, leaned in as he met him with a kiss. Upon touching lips, it was almost instantaneous their cocks began to swell. They began probing each other's muscular bodies through their thick clothing. Their craving for one another was taking full effect now. Though neither of them wanted to move, they knew if they were to engage in more, the old and worn couch wasn't much for accommodations. In unison, they broke off, sat up and without a spoken word headed to their beds.

Upon entering the room Mitch was first to speak. "Since our beds are so close, why not move our beds together? And we'll hope they don't slide apart. Since yours is closest to the wall, I say we slide it over to the wall, and mine next to it." They quickly did as Mitch suggested and then quickly got under the covers. They made sure that the covers weren't trapped between the 2 beds. Mitch's arm was feeling less pain now and was ready to get into some steamy, hot, sex.

They'd both gotten in bed, clothes removed, save for their A-shirt-tanks, underwear and socks. Figuring it'd be more enticing to remove them from one another. Making the act they were about to engage in, that much more erotic. It wasn't long and they had their two beds filled with body heat. Since it wasn't all that long ago they'd showered from their first encounter, there was just a faint smell of body wash and not much in terms of manly smells, yet. 

As the two horny young men got into their fun, they started acting like two love sick kids. They'd kiss, laugh, tickle, and caress, and engage in some horseplay with each other. Colby was aroused beyond words. Heart racing as he felt the ripply muscles of his cherished love. He felt through the cotton fabric of his lover's A-shirt. Feeling the heat of the other's body and the sculptured frame too. Slowly his hand found its way to that which he craved-the cock. Upon reaching it, he found it was coated in a sappy man-resin. He was quick to part the slit, willing the gooey liquid forth. Once satisfied with the amount, he took his index finger, placed it on his lips and then those of his partner's and began to seal it with a kiss.

Mitch's eyes widened with arousal before he shut them to take in the kiss he was receiving. He couldn't comprehend at first how to feel. Something once personal and purely used mostly for his own sexual satisfaction had just been spread across his lips like a lip gloss, shared in a moment of erotic ecstasy. His mind spun out of control. His mind raced more as his balls boiled with man lava that begged for release. 

Mitch, having been brought to the edge so quickly was kind of shocked. It hadn't been all that long ago they'd made love, but he was fighting back the urge of wanting to come and so soon. It had to be what Colby had done that got him so close so soon.

"Colby," he began as he broke off from the kiss, the other's eyes still mostly closed. "What you just did, taking my precum and smearing it across my lips has to be the fuckin' hottest thing ever. Problem is, it took me off guard and now I'm fighting the overwhelming urge to cum. I mean just look at my cock right now. I'm totally drenched. I've never leaked so much precum in my life. You've pushed me beyond limits I never knew I possessed."

Colby knew what this meant. He knew in order to make the moment last they'd have to break off for a few so as to not lose it so soon. Unless... "Babe, its fine with me if you want to cum now. To be honest, my doing that made my own cock ooze out a huge load. I feel like I already nutted." Together the both raised the covers and saw the scented mess they'd made. There was an exotic, manly smell pouring up from the beds. The smell was profoundly flowing up at them. They both knew they'd have to tend to matters far sooner than they'd wanted. It was comforting to both men to know the other was in the same predicament. Neither felt it was because of their youth and sexual inexperience, at least compared to the stories they'd individually heard from thier buddies. The heat of the moment was making the need to cum so soon.

Mitch suggested, "Lie back, let me move on top of you and we'll cock fuck one another until we blow in sync. I gotta feel your hot load on my body!" The idea was almost more than either of them could handle. But it was also a chance to worry more about kissing, feeling the other's chiseled body, more like making hot man to man love. They were free to explore this without having to make sure who was going to top or bottom. They would both experience the same pleasures.

Mitch was slow and steady to move on top of Colby. His swollen shaft and purple head drooling its precursor to the inevitable explosion. In a matter of moments their cocks, balls, bushes, inner thighs and lower abs were coated in their salty-sweet pools of passion.

Their bodies began to sweat, the hairs in their underarms were curling with sweat. Mitch began kissing in Colby's thick patch of manly hair. The smell was driving him berserk. He'd reached his breaking point. "Baby, I can't...I can't.." Colby knew what he meant and gritted his teeth, trying to let his lover experience his orgasm first. It was all he could do to hold back. Nature was having no part of it.

"Uhh, me, too. I can't." Mere micro seconds apart the two hot, horny studs were spilling and mixing their love juices in a sticky pool between them. Their engorged, meaty cocks were ravaged with a mix of empowering sensations. The smell of the shooting cum was massive. Pure, unadulterated masculinity filled their quarters. They couldn't stop moving, kissing and cuming. It was intense to say the least. 

They both began crying out, Mitch taking the lead, "Oh, Fuckin-A...yeah! Fuck yeah! Ohhhh...Unnnggghhh..."

Colby was quick to match him." God, yes. Oh, yeah! Fuck...Mmmmm..." In a matter of moments both men had hit their peak. After expelling the fruits of their passion, they remained still, allowing their bodies to come down from the high point they'd just achieved.