Firefighters

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fOR MANY FIREFIGHTERS CALENDARS REAL FIREFIGHTERS WERE TAKEN; SO I GUESS THE QUESTION FOR NAMES IS A BIT STRANGE!

You are totally right, I also wonder so often when people ask for names just in context of a streetfair, an audience or masked men in a crowd. It's really strange and the best is not to answer anymore...
 
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When I was living out of town my next-door neighbour was a firefighter, tall and gangly but with an incredible smile and what looked like a package that would satisfy his wife. No kids though and very much family orientated.
So the buddy I was house sharing with (occasional fucking as well) was away and John, the firefighter happened to remark his wife was away for a few days so why not hook up for a drink.
Dammed if he wasn't dressed for the affair, it was summer but just a singlet and Addidas shorts gave way to every wild fantasy in my head, plus I could see a very well bunched up package and from the back his jock straps showed framing his ass. To took me into his lounge, a table with a few drinks on it.
The evening went on, a few laughs, too much beer and we were sitting close and legs touching when naturally the conversation turned to sex. He was never getting enough how was I doing, was Mike the guy I shared with putting out - and I noticed his leg pressed harder and as I glance his cock bulge seemed bigger. I don't really remember a lot but his hand went on my leg, up my thigh and found my now hard cock. He took my hand, slipped under the waistband of his shorts and let me discover his man snake all coiled and writhing. I reckon we tore clothes, pressed in close and kissed, groped and examined/ He sat up to reveal his cock, thick uncut and dripping and well above average. He leaned in, kissed my cock, pulled me onto his and dove down my throat just as he shot his load, tasty, thick and plenty while at the same time tossing me to a climax. Then, when he's done he laid on me cock to cock in my spunk, kissed me and just said wow. I get so horny he said, I just want to go and go and go - which was when I realised his one soft cock was rising again. He flipped me over, I'll need some lube I said to take your cock. He dashed to the kitchen and came back with the butter dish, this'll do well, unsalted. We both laughed but wow, he was right. He slathered his throbbing cock and lubed my hole and then in doggy he set to work. His hardness was perfect with just enough give not to hurt and his excited member slipped slowly up my manhole till his balls felt like they were spalling my butt. With him moving deep inside me he massaged my balls and cock and it wasn't long till I was ready to pop my second load. Stop I said, not yet. He paused for a few minutes then carried on rising to a wonderful dep thrusting motion as my cock exploded and he delivered a load deep inside me. Once it was over he slipped out, took me to the shower and we cleaned up. His nakedness was great, his cock hung nice and framed in a gingery bush. We had another beer, laughed, touched and cuddled and then it was time to go. I kissed him on the mouth, kissed his cock and licked his nipples before the door opened and I went next door.
Mike came home the next morning, I didnt let on and later that day John's wife returned, waved at me and asked if I was ok.
How could I tell her I'd have her hubby in my mouth and my manhole?
Three weeks later I moved out and away back to the town and never saw him again, but the memory of his hose pipe lingered on.
 
I used to chat with a fireman in New York. I've often fantasized about visiting a firehouse and just sucking several or all of the firemen. He used to tell me stories of gang bangs they had with one of their firemen's wives. Very hot stories.