Fire in the Firehouse 4

(Part 3 where it was left off)

....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.

Slowly the two men drifted off to sleep. They were both emotionally drained and mentally exhausted. Having made love so much helped them to settle down easier. The hours past and the snow fell and fell. The storm bore down relentlessly, pure soft frozen water that was barely visible against the night sky. Colby and Mitch pushed it out of their minds as best they could, they'd stir in their sleep, find the other, pull close and drift back to sleep. Sleep was almost hard to come by, but exhaustion was winning out in the end. They both knew they needed as much rest as possible. With this storm, no one knew what might happen next and if they could get sleep now, they'd be far more rested for any events that suddenly sprung up.

Morning came. With the clouds being so heavy and thick, it was almost hard to tell. It must have been around 9:30 AM when Colby woke up enough. He laid still, fighting the urge to pee. His cock swollen with a morning erection. His balls ached, reminding him of the failure to release the day before. As he laid, fighting off the urge to pee which was significant enough, though not so much he couldn't hold off, he gazed adoringly at Mitch. He watched his chest rise and fall. He was almost in a dream state watching the man he was falling in love with. The minutes ticked by, to him they felt frozen in time.

Mitch turned over on his side. Colby couldn't control his urges. He crawled under the covers to get a taste of morning cock that seemed to call his name, he whispered, "Cool, breakfast in bed." He didn't want to stir his lover, for fear he might startle him. He slowly ran his tongue over the already swollen head, savoring the manly taste, the masculine aroma, the complete act of servicing the penis of another man. Colby, too, had morning wood, though how could he not?

The golden haired stud was taking in Mitch's musky scent under the covers. The slight smell of sweat, and pungent man filled his nostrils. It was a position to be in to be envied. He continued licking the head. Soon the fiery reddish-purple helmet rewarded his services with a pleasant amount of man sap. It stayed there, as if in a gelled state. He spread the heavenly liquid over his lips, and then began kissing the cock head, the precum serving as more lube coupled with his own spit. He stared at the engorged penis before him, as much as he could see with very little light shinning in, what a sight to be hold. The erect shaft, the pile of fluffy pubic hair that proved his lover was a man. It was all empowering. 

He had to stop himself a moment, come up and see if his lover was awake. To his shock, he seemed to be asleep. He muttered, "Fuck, I've come this far. Why not?" He was lost in his hormonal ecstasy of sucking cock. He barely paid any attention to the shaft, expect to lap up the precum and his saliva as it flowed down the veiny, meaty tube. He was oblivious to the mounting snowfall, nor could he care. That would be a problem to contend with later. For now, this is what mattered most.

Top side from the sheet and covers Mitch was grinning ear to ear. He'd been awakened in sexual glory. He said nothing, letting his lover down below continue under the impression he was fast asleep. He felt his load boil inside, how could he not? His young, hot, cock sucker was getting better and better at the task of sucking dick. He so desperately wanted to release his pent up frustrations, but inside he knew the longer he held back, the more of a reward his little cock sucker would have. He pinched down as if to stop a stream of piss without the other knowing. He was going to hold back for all he was worth.

Colby was too far gone now to care if Mitch was awake or not. He mentally noted the pool of his own pre-love-juices as the solid tool drooled more and more. His cock flowed like an uncapped well. He was erotically turned on by that notion. He got carried away at one point, almost subconsciously took his index finger to his leaking prick, lube the digit and invaded his lover. The other gasped a bit at the unexpected invader, though soon accepted the welcomed visitor, feeling like second nature. The prick-sucking stud stopped, somewhat giggled noting that his actions caused a stir and was steadfast to get back to the act of which he'd been engaging in.

The added pressure on Mitch's lower extremities, coupled with the fact Colby had found his prostate was far too much to handle. He was recklessly thrashing around. He looked like a shark caught in a feeding frenzy. Mentally the hot cock-sucker knew now the other was awake. There was no way he couldn't be though he could care less. He even chuckled to himself when he heard the other's breathing increase to quick gasps. He sensed the brown haired stud was close.

Mitch sought revenge. Not in the traditional sense. He rapidly deduced a plan, he was going to let out a wail of euphoria, and...That was it, he was too far gone to finish his own thought. He hollered, "Dear God have mercy..." He caught the young Adonis of guard, and went through with the plan he'd not mentally completed. Through the heavy mound of covers, he held down Colony's head, and force fed him his cock. 

The golden coifed god was at his mercy. Rivers of salty-sweet, hot jizz erupted from the depths of his loins. The other sucking and swallowing in enthusiastic glee, while the orgasm ripped through him. He felt his asshole tighten and relax as he was taken to heaven, body trembling from the experience. He pulled his hand off his head to not make the other feel used and was stunned beyond words when Colby shot up from the covers, aiming straight for his lips. Caught off guard and reacting by pure instinct he opened his mouth to receive the kiss, only to be greeted with the most strangely and wondrous feeling and taste. He found his own cum was being shared between them in a mind tingling kiss. It was an act of passion, yet revenge for being held down, no harm or ill will meant. But the fact his load, a load that was just siphoned from his body was now erotically being shared in the kiss between them. 

Rather than say anything, Mitch let his actions speak. He knew the other had to be highly aroused and on the brink himself. He pushed his lover off aggressively, yet gently, bolted down below the covers, greedily took the cock and began sucking and milking the large unit of manliness at lighting speed. He was like a man possessed. He was over come with sexual urges of having to have this cock and having to swallow the other's juicy load.

Colby was floored, knowing not what to say or how to react. He obediently submitted to the other's whims, allowing Mitch full access to his cock, which the browned haired hunk was quickly servicing and also investigating his lower regions just as Colby had him. Finding the prostate he mimicked the same pleasures. In mere moments he was being wracked with a mind-blowing orgasm. He threw back his head, muscular chest jutting, heaving and contorting, "Fuck yeah bitch! Eat that hot cum. Eat it bitch, eat it. Swallow my spermmmmmm." The climax tore through him like a hot knife through butter. He swayed, thrashed and gasped for air. And almost as suddenly as it came, it was gone with the primal senses going off in his head that millions of men and countless men from his family line had been experiencing since man evolved.

The two men pulled together and laid there. Bodies almost numb from pleasure. Their sculpted chests and abs heaving from lack of air and having been taken to the highest point then slowly returning to normal. They both were over come with the same sexual satisfaction. Both silently made notes how in tune they were with one another and how they always seemed to know what got the other one off.

Colby smiled, a little cum undetected on his lips which Mitch took notice of licked off, "What a way to start the day. I dunno about you, but I can use a shower and some breakfast. All this dick sucking and hot fun has caused me to work up an insatiable appetite."

Mitch responded, "Good idea. Besides, I think we need to take an assessment of this snowfall and see what's going on." They got up, walked to the shower, got the temperature to the desired warmth and began having a water fight. They acted like two grown kids. Back and forth, laughing, screaming when the other turned the water too cold. They'd fill their mouths with cold water and would spray the other with a cold mist. The horseplay went on for some time. It was fun to act like kids again. Like most everyone else, once past 18, you were pretty much expected to conform with society youth was over. It felt good to let loose and have fun and act like they were kids again.