All Grown Up

Chapter 5 

Fueling the Fire

He was twice my age. The age difference was something I couldn’t ignore. He was old enough to be my dad, and I’d already been down the dad road. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about him?

I left his place that Sunday feeling rejuvenated, reborn, alive once again, and I’ll admit, a little shaky and sore after multiple rounds with the big firefighter.

Mr. Campbell. Neil. The seemingly straight man, now a widower, that I had lived next door to as a kid, was now something more. My mind was already on a relationship, thinking I couldn’t jump into another one with a man so much older than me.

My mind was racing with thoughts about him for the rest of the day. I tried NOT to think about him, but even trying not to think about him made me think about him. He was everything I lusted after physically, and the fact that I had known him in my younger days made him seem even safer to me. I spent the day cleaning my place and pushing any future thoughts from my mind.

It was later that evening, as I was sitting in my pj bottoms and black tee about to head to bed when my phone rang. And it was Mr. Campbell’s, or rather Neil’s deep voice on the other end that surprised me.

“Hey there kid.” I could hear the smile in his voice already, and it only made me smile as well. “Whatcha doin’?”

I let out a long breath and took the portable phone into my bedroom. “Was just getting ready for bed. You?”

He gave a throaty laugh. “Yeah, same. I’m actually in bed, but it’s rather lonely here alone.”

I flopped backwards on my bed, feeling my cock swelling at the memory of his big bed, and his big body all over me. His reddish blonde hairs, the feel of his hard body on me, and the way he kissed me.

“Aw. Do you miss me already?” I teased, adjusting my cock in my pants as it grew upwards.

He let out a soft groan. “You have no idea.”

I stared up at my ceiling, feeling my heart beating in my chest. But before I could speak, Neil kept going.

“I know I shouldn’t have called since I only saw you off a few hours ago, but I couldn’t help it. I haven’t felt like this since…well….since Karen died. And don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been a saint since then.” He gave an awkward grunt, and I remembered him telling me about a few women, and a slew of one night stands with men recently since the funeral as his way of coping. Like me, he had tried to deal with his grief in a series of meaningless encounters. He had unleashed his desire for men at last, and was finding it freeing.

“But waking up with you this morning….” He paused for a moment and I closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of him mounting me in the middle of the night, and then again in his kitchen earlier this morning. My ass twitched at the memory of his dick filling me, making me feel complete again, making me feel loved.

“I know the feeling.” I said quietly into the phone and I heard him breathe in deeply.

There was a pause as both of us listened to the other’s breathing, until he spoke again. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Because I thought I was going nuts. I mean, I could be your father for Christ’s sake. But Brian…I couldn’t wait to talk to you again. And I wish you were still here tonight.” His voice got softer, as if this was something new for him to admit. He was lonely, no doubt. I knew the feeling all too well.

“I think my ass needs a break.” I joked, giving my thick cock a squeeze.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you. Are you okay? Seriously?” There was a concern in his tone and I reassured him I was fine.

“But what about stopping by my place on your way home tomorrow?” I suggested, picturing him in his uniform. “You’ve got a 12 hour shift tomorrow, so I could make you something to eat here. I think you remember where I live?” I giggled, remembering him appearing in the middle of the night last week for a fire alarm at my building.

He reminded me that he wouldn’t be off till after 7pm, which I said was no problem. It would give me time to get home and shower and make him something.

“I’d be all smelly and still in uniform.” He warned me, but again, I reassured him it was all fine with me. I didn’t know why I offered, but I needed to see him again as soon as possible too. And the thought of him in his blue FIRE tee shirt and heavy boots was enough to get me to fall asleep that night anticipating the next day.

Hanging up the phone with him reminded me of the early days with Joe, where we were like two teenagers going steady, seeing each other and then not wanting to hang up. The big lug on the other end was a romantic one, which surprised me a bit considering the view I’d always had of Neil Campbell, this strong manly guy. Here he was, refusing to hang up, his voice softening, and saying things to make me giggle like a girl.

And when he said, “I loved seeing you in my bed this morning. Can’t wait to feel that again.” I almost melted. We finally hung up and I rolled over into my bed and went to sleep with a big smile. I had pushed aside the age difference. For now.

The next day it was hard to focus at work as I counted down the minutes till he’d be at my door. I planned an easy dinner to cook to be ready, and picked up stuff I needed, including an expensive bottle of red wine to pair with the meal. I suddenly worried that he might not be into wine, but he was agreeable with the ciders so I figured he’d drink anything.

By the time 7:15pm arrived, I had cooked, prepped and set the table, showered and changed, and was pouring the wine when the soft knock appeared on my door. I felt my heart flip, and I checked the status of my apartment to make sure it was spotless. I wasn’t sure why I was fussing so much, but I had to make the right impression for this man.

My heart did another flip when I opened the door to see the fireman standing on the other side. Tight dark blue pants barely concealing the bulge in his crotch. Big black boots spread apart as he lifted his light brown eyes to see me. His light blonde hair askew, a scruffy look to his jaw. But it was his arms sticking out of his uniformed blue t-shirt that caught my eyes. The size of his biceps looked massive as they stretched out from his short sleeves, the fabric barely containing the mounds of muscle, as he held a bag behind him over his shoulder. The other hand presented a bottle of wine to me as I stood in the doorway. My eyes flicked down to the reddish blonde hair coating his forearms and I had to catch my breath.

“I heard there was someone on fire in here.” He said through a half grin.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door completely. “You been practicing that all the way over?”

“Just on my way up the stairs. How are you?” His smooth voice purred out as I took the bottle of red wine from his hand. Phew, I thought as I took the wine, seeing the small backpack he had as well. “Brought a change of clothes along so I can get out of this smelly stuff.”

I let him step inside and shut the door. I wanted to say I could help him get out of that smelly stuff easily but I didn’t have the chance. He was on me as soon as the door closed, a breathless kiss, our mouths attacking each other, my back slamming into the door I just closed.

I breathed in through my nose as our tongues met once again, breathing in his scent, that manly sweaty smell that was all Neil Campbell, and it smelled so good. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the width of his back as he pressed into me.

“I couldn’t wait to get here.” He moaned into my mouth, attacking me with persistent kisses. I felt my shirt being lifted, and it was off in a flash, Neil’s mouth stopping only to get my shirt off before he went back at me, shoving me back against the door and smothering my mouth with his. This man could kiss, and he was proving it.

My hands went under his shirt, up his smooth back, tracing out the road map of muscles that were moving with his body as his hands moved to the front of my pants and hastily undid them. I pushed back, giving him room to open me up and shove them down, quickly stepping out of them, underwear and all. I realized I was naked, while Neil was still in his uniform. And that, in itself, was alright with me.

I grabbed his bulge, feeling his full mast stretching the fabric of his blue work pants, and found the zipper. I pulled it down, opening the fly and spreading the material sideways to get to the enormous package in his underwear. In one swift move, I yanked his underwear down over his perfect nuts, and felt the shaft throbbing in my grip.

I could smell the pheromones immediately, like he was dying to fuck me again. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

Neither could Neil apparently, as he lifted me up off the ground, my back sliding up the door to my apartment, our mouths still locked, until I was higher than his cock. I could feel it under me, and he groaned, breaking away for a moment and spitting in his hand to lube his own cock. His eyes locked with mine.

“You want it?” He nodded, finding my hole with his wet finger as I clung to his neck. I could see the word FIRE across the back of his tight tee in the mirror behind him, the shape of his bubbled ass bare as his pants dropped below his cheeks, and the feeling of that big cock digging around underneath me to be inside me once again.

“Yes.” I said, hooking my legs around him, crossing my bare feet at his bare ass as he pushed at my entrance. I was still tender from his multiple invasions over the weekend, but I was more than ready for him. He gripped the bottom of my ass with one big hand as he held his cock in place. I adjusted, moving my ass over it, my naked body clinging to his fireman day wear, my fists clenched around the material of his shirt by his thick neck as he entered me.

I gasped loudly, feeling the burn of him enter me. He pulled out immediately and spit some more, noticing the friction as well. When he slipped back in me again, it was much smoother.

“Hang on kid.” He moaned at me, moving his hand under me and holding my entire jock ass as the other hand went above my head, splayed out on the door for support as I was hoisted up a bit. He lowered his body, spreading his boots out a bit more for leverage and started to bounce me up and down that thick shaft, making me moan out in sheer delight. I could see the back of him in the mirror on the opposite wall, his ass cheeks flexing as he fucked me up against the door, the word FIRE in capital letters spread wide under my arms as I buried my nose into his shoulder. My eyes were open, watching his back, staring at his glutes working like a machine, seeing his big hand splayed wide on the door for support as he fucked me with such need, right at my front door.

“Oh my god Neil!” I moaned, pressing my body into his, the friction from his shirt and knowing it was a FIREMAN I was fucking, combined with the feeling of his bare cock inside me made me start to shake in his arms. “I’m going to fuckin’ cum!”

“Do it baby. Cum for me!” He moaned in my ear before he planted another deep kiss on me. I groaned into his throat, feeling it reverberate in him as we panted into one another. Neil picked up the pace, really digging into me as I clutched his back, pulling at his shirt and gyrated my cock against his hard abs, the material of his shirt working with my dick to make me shoot.

And shoot I did, all over his uniformed shirt as he fucked me. Neil let go of the door and wrapped his strong arm around my back, now holding me up completely off the door and plowed me harder. The slapping sounds of my ass against his thighs filled the apartment as I shook out the last drop of my cum onto his shirt.

Neil groaned and grunted, putting his head into my chest and moaned out, his legs shaking as he erupted inside me. He stumbled a bit, slamming my back up against the wall for support as he finished himself off, panting into my body, trying to hold on to me. I held onto his head, my fingers in his hair, hanging on as best I could as he shuddered out his orgasm.

And then he sort of slid me down, kneeling at the door, still holding me in his arms, finding my mouth to kiss me as we collapsed in a mound onto the floor. I felt him slip out, and I pictured a gushing of his load spilling down my leg as we sat there together.

“Sorry, my legs gave out.” He chuckled, burying his head into the crook of my neck. He smelled incredible, and the wet feeling I had between my legs was an indication of the excitement he had for me. I looked down at his shirt, seeing the wet spots all over the front, all the way up to the mountain of his pecs.

“Looks like you’ll need to wash that.”

He pointed to the discarded bag on the floor beside us. “I brought a change of clothes. I figured it might get messy.” He put his chin to his chest and looked down at his own cum soaked shirt. “I guess this uniform turns you on a bit eh?”

We laughed together, Neil pulling my head into his neck, and he just rocked me, twisting his one leg out. I could feel his bare leg under me and the top of his pants, and I still couldn’t believe I was naked while he was still fully clothed.

“No fair, you showing up in this. I didn’t even get a chance to get you out of it.” I tugged at his shirt, seeing the flashes of his skin underneath.

He smiled at me. “Well, I now’s your chance.”

I looked towards the kitchen. “We really have to stop doing this before we eat.” I joked, resting my head against the softness of his shirt over his hard pecs. I felt his body shifting as he started to stand up and patted my ass.

“You’re right.” He grabbed his pants and hiked them up over his cock and balls, and pulled his shirt over his head before he grabbed his backpack. Shirtless, pants undone, I could only stare up at him and smile. Could I be this lucky once again?

He tussled my hair and pointed down the hallway to where the bathroom was. “Mind if I change?”

I pointed to my bedroom in the corner. “Bathroom at the end, my bedroom is to the right if you need space to change.” I rolled over and stood up, stretching out my legs and picking up my discarded clothes. “I’ll get dinner for us before I jump you again.”

He gave me a grin and hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure what he should do. One of his pecs flexed as he looked at me. But then he winked at me and turned to go down the hallway, giving me a nice view of his rippling back muscles and tight round ass in his uniformed pants. He went into the bathroom and shut the door, snapping me awake. I finished getting dressed again and went into the kitchen.

Now to serve Mr. Campbell dinner, I thought as I pulled dish from the oven and looked at the glasses of wine I had already poured. I grabbed one and took a big gulp and waited for the hunky fireman to return to join me at my own table for dinner. Like we were on a date.