*jealous*
And? Do they live up to the hype? Care to tell any elaborate stories that might possibly serve as wank material? :biggrin1:
My appreciation for heroes in uniform has been from afar. I once dated a Navy Seal, that's the only man in uniform I've actually dated, and boy was he beautiful! Whew! And I once had a job where I worked with the police and I had at least a dozen crushes but I never actually dated one, or slept with one.
Not all were great, and I'm not much on stories....
Ok, just one...
So, I was on a structure fire sometime in late May... my fire department was doing a mutual aid call for a town about 15 miles away. It was a split-level stick-built house, with an attic. I was designated to do a lot of attic and crawlspace work because I was one of the smallest on the department, the most flexible, I wasn't clausterphobic, and I was good at not draining a bottle of air in 15 minutes.
The department we were doing mutual aid for had this beautiful guy, name of David, 5'10", cut like Ginsu (abs, muscular, cut thighs, the works), former Marine, brown eyes and hair, just oozing of sex appeal. I had a thing for him when I first met him on a firefighter's association meeting, as he was funny and took no shit from nobody at no time. We also had some very interesting conversations post-meeting about the service, and life in general, over a few beers.
Anywho, after a while of a straight blitz attack on the fire, a few water runs, it came time for mop-up. My chief calls me over to the north side of the house, and says 'You and David here go to the attic and check for hotspots.'
A side-note about my chief: He's a perverted fucker.
He's giving me and David a shit-eating grin. The attic already had a check done. I know this because I WAS THERE IN THE FUCKING ATTIC WITH THE INFARED GUN. But I don't argue. Nono. Being with this beautiful piece of man in an enclosed space doesn't require an argument.
We both climb in the attic, which is about 36" or so in height. I'm scanning the interior walls with the infared gun once more, as he was dragging the hose. About halfway in, chief radios in, asking us if we see anything, which I tell him nothing yet, and he says 'Take your time. Really. Take... your... time.' No sooner had I let go of the radio button, had I felt some hands running up the outsides of my legs. I looked around behind me to see brown eyes behind the mask looking at me with intent. Awwwwwwriiiiight.
Maneuvering was tough. We both had SCBA tanks to take off, bunker gear to maneuver out of, and we had to decide if we really wanted to risk taking off the masks, lest we suffocate. So we were in this confined space,mop-up, salvage and overhaul operations going on below us, and we're trying to fold ourselves out of our cumbersome gear like origami, our SCBA's making almost frantic 'tssshktssshk' noises as our heavy breathing drained our tanks gradually.
Our gear finally off, I get to see this beautiful piece of man in all his glory. With his shirt peeled up, I ran my fingers over his abs, his chest, over his arms. This was the promised land, and it was good. He takes off his mask, and starts to kiss and lick all over my sweaty, ash-covered, smoke-smelling body. He was strong, as he held me tight with every stroke of his hand or every caress of his tongue. I was awestruck that such a sexy man wanted me... ME... shit.. I needed to buy a lottery ticket.
My hands were all over him, surveying the landscape as he did his thing, licking, kissing, and sucking the various places on my body. I finally stopped being a wuss, and also realizing that soon the bell on my SCBA would go off.. and fuck no did I wan't anybody knowing (and interrupting) my happy time, so I took off my mask, and we started kissing like we were both thirsty and haven't had a drink of water in 3 days.
He was... 'gifted'.. Coke can came to mind...I never orgasm'd like that in.. ever.. in confined space. Sweaty, smoky, being torn apart by my fellow firefighter and former servicemember. He had held me tight and worked into me like we were never going to make it out of the fire alive. I dug my nails into his back, trying to stifle the screams so nobody else knew what was going on... and the pain from me digging into him made him go harder, his body pressing into mine as he kissed me passionately... I about passed out from the pleasure. But it was insane.
We folded ourselves back into our gear, and got down from the attic. Neither of us realized how quiet it was... until we got outside the house, and saw about 5 fire rural fire departments' worth of guys standing outside, waiting... they burst into applause. The chiefs all shook our hands.
Motherfucker. Bastards ALL set us up.
My chief... he knew... fucker set it up.