"The Firehouse"

The hot spray of a hot shower is going to feel good on my aching muscles. Today's training exercise was brutal and my body feels it. I love being a fire fighter but after ten years it can be a little hard to keep up with the younger guys. Don't get me wrong I can still hold my own it's just a bit more of a workout than it used to be. It was especially hard today with Johnson running around without his shirt out in the hot sun. I make it personal policy not to date or hook up with the guys I work with, especially the straight ones but with Johnson it takes all of my will power not to hit on him. He is a prime piece of Southern California beef. He is 26 and stands 6'2" with buzzed blonde hair green eyes a mischievous smile and a buffed up and ripped body that is deeply tanned from the California sun. He turns me on like no man has in long time but he is straight and I have to work with him so I need to keep my cool.

I enter the stall and pull the plastic curtain. The hot cascade instantly relaxes me. I try to wash my thoughts of Johnson down the drain with the sweat and grime but as I move the soap over my skin his image fails to leave my head. My cock grows as I tease my nipples with slick fingers. A hand moves down to slide over my thick meat. The other hand glides over my body while images of Johnson carrying and stacking hoses fill my head. Sweat poured down his upper body glistening in the light coat of blonde hair scattered over his wide chest. The thick line running down his six-pack darkened as if pointing into the waistband of his heavy jumpers. I picture myself licking the sweat off his hot skin .I grab my sack and pull on it. I tighten the hold on my cock and push down to point at the floor. I twist and pull my balls while jacking my rod. I slow my speed on the down stroke and squeeze the head with all I've got savoring the heavy pressure. My glans is aching for more aggressive attention but I continue the slow tease. I can feel the tingle in my nuts as my climax nears. A few hard strokes and I explode sending a spray of juice over my chest and face. I lick the cum from my fingers wishing it was Johnson's cream sliding down my throat.

I lay in my bunk unable to sleep. The snoring coming from the guys seems louder tonight. The light from outside seems brighter. I arrange my pillow and close my eyes willing sleep to come but it is no use. I roll over onto my side and focus on Johnson laying three bunks away. As usual he has his sheet thrown back and is spread out over his bed. My eyes roam up his body. His tight calves and thick thighs are coated with dark blonde hair. His flat stomach and wide chest slowly rise and fall with his breathing. The light covering of hair barely visible in the low light. A bulging arm is swung back over his head exposing an armpit. The long thick hair spiking out from the deep hollow created from his built upper arms. His tight short cut boxers are barely containing the prize inside. Even in the low light I can