Slick's NY Adventures

"Oh. My. God." Brian breathed into my ear as I lay pressed against the shower wall. His cock was still embedded deep in my hole as his seed slowly leaked out around it. Not half an hour ago I gave his ass its first-ever breeding and this was my way of saying thanks.

"Liked it did you?" I said over my shoulder.

"I think you ruined me, Bro. How can I ever go back to condoms after that?" It was a real question. I could hear the concern in his voice.

As his cock slid out of my ass I turned to face him. Going in for a kiss I countered with "We'll just have to fill each other up as much as possible between now and May when I head home." I kissed him again while my hands ran up and down his chest. "Keep it in the now stud. Let the future worry about itself."

Raising his head he placed his forehead against mine and with his hand on my chest nodded in agreement. "Yeah you're right, but fuck am I glad I met you, Avery."

"Call me Slick" I pulled him back in for another kiss.

In between kisses he said "Slick? Hmm. Yeah Ok. I like it. Slick. It suits you."

Grabbing my ass he buried his tongue deep into my mouth. My back against the wall I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Securing me in place he turned so the water was cascading onto us while we kissed like young lovers. We eventually soaped each other off and reluctantly dressed and said our goodbyes...till next time.

Brian and I began meeting an average of twice a week, sometimes more, sometimes less, over the next few weeks into mid-April. The dynamic usually switched from where we had left off the time before. If Brian topped me then next time I knew he would be ass up in panties waiting for me as my slave.

The first time he saw me in my white leather mask, harness, and jock with my whip in my hand I thought he would cum right there and then. He fell to his knees and removed my cod-piece with his mouth in submission while I slapped his ass with my whip.

My outfit also gave him the courage to start including sheer thigh-high stockings along with his panties. On a whim, I ordered him some matching silk camisoles to complete his transformation. I found fucking him missionary in his stockings and panties while I rubbed his nipples through the silk turned him into a begging, whimpering, willing, grateful bottom for Slick the Dom. The dynamic of this muscled married fireman turned into a semi-feminized submissive was another kink I never knew worked for me.

Brian explained it to me as best he could once when I asked. "I don't want to be a woman. I just like submission and the panties always get me there. There is a switch in my head that flips when I slip a pair on. I go from wanting to dominate to wanting to be dominated. It was not something I was ever into until an older man casually asked me to wear a pair when I was 19 or 20 and the switch flipped for the first time. I don't try to overthink it and once I've submitted the desire goes away." He shrugged afterward looking somewhat abashed so I rushed to ensure him how sexy I found it and dropped the subject. Apparently it had been a deal-breaker for a few of his former FWBs.

Brian and I found we liked each other out of bed but the specter of our partners kept it from getting any deeper than the occasional drink before our hotel hook-ups. We would then have a hot sex session or two before we said goodbye until the next time.

One midweek afternoon in late April I was working at the hotel when I received a text from Brian. We were scheduled to see each other that night and I had already blocked out a room so I assumed he was canceling early. To my surprise, the text read "Can you get to the firehouse in the next 30 minutes?"

"Why?" I replied

"Full Gear!!" Was his reply.

Confused for a few seconds I remembered our first post-coital conversation and my cock immediately jumped to attention. Texting back a "Yes!!" I quickly gave my manager a flimsy excuse about needing to leave for an hour or two and ran to the blocked room to quickly cleanout.

I practically ran the few blocks to Brian's firehouse and texted him "Here" while I paced in front of the store next door. After 2 minutes Brian opened the side door dressed in his full fireman gear, helmet included. Putting his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet he ushered me in. Grabbing my hand he quietly led me up the stairs to the bunkhouse. The room contained row after row of cots laid out dormitory-style. He led me over to a cot farthest away from the windows and pulled me in for a kiss.

Whispering I asked, "How?"

Just above a whisper he smiled and said "The company is at an award ceremony. I volunteered to stay back along with one rookie. I sent him downstairs to clean some equipment. Like what you see baby?"

He stood back while slowly opening his yellow trimmed black slicker revealing red suspenders holding up his wide trousers. The suspenders ran up his muscled torso and chest which was covered by a skin-tight blue FDNY shirt. Cocking his helmet he slowly spun around to give me the full view before removing his coat. There was music blasting from downstairs, the rookie apparently, and he began working his hips to the beat as he completed his revolution. His biceps bulged as he swung his coat over his shoulder and thrust his groin towards my shocked face.

"Fuck Brian. I could eat you up stud." I blurted out without conscious thought.

"We'll better get started since we don't have all day. Hang some hose baby." He started undoing his belt while various tools began clanking in his rush. Falling to my knees I waited eagerly for my prize to be revealed.

Soon Brian's fat cock was jutting out from between his gear. Grabbing hold of his suspenders I pulled it into my waiting mouth, the sound of his equipment clanking along with the music from downstairs, heightened the surrealism of the moment. I pressed my face deep into his groin, filling my mouth, as my nose inhaled the mingled smells of his sweat along with the oily smell of his turnout pants. Raising my eyes to his face his big grin and cocked helmet made my cock jump and drops of precum leak out.

With the early spring sun streaming through the window backlighting him Brian placed his hand on my head and began slowly fucking my mouth. His hips bucking with each stroke, gear clinking, fulfilling a fantasy I never knew I had. I bent to my task and quickly slobbered over his delicious cock wetting it with my spit.

Pulling me up and kissing me he said "Gotta hurry stud" and began stripping off my clothes. As he tried to push me onto the bed I stopped him.

"I might never get the chance to eat a fireman's ass in full gear again. Bend over and give me a taste then I'm all yours." I whispered desperately.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he turned, dropped his suspenders, and bent over the cot. Pushing down his pants and slapping his cheek he pushed his ass onto my waiting face. I wasted no time diving in deep and wetting his hole while. The jangle of his tools drowning out his moans as I worked his hole. I could have stayed in there all day but Brian tapped my head and pulled his ass away.

"How do you want me?" I asked

With a devilish grin, he said "Doggie baby. I want to watch that ass take me deep."

Climbing onto the cot I presented and shook my ass at my smoke eater, eager to feel him inside me. I felt a weight on my head as Brian placed his helmet on it and dropped his pants to the floor. I heard a snap of a camera as Brain took a picture for both our scrapbooks.

Brian's phone landed beside me on the cot and I felt a squirt of lube on my hole followed by his strong hands on my hips.
I grabbed his phone and snapped a pic of me wearing his helmet and another as his cock parted my hole. Tossing the phone aside I grabbed the bar on the end of the cot and moaned as I took the full brunt of his throbbing dick. Brian's hands adjusted my ass to his cock and slowly began sliding in and out of my hole. Each stroke went from balls deep to cockhead and back again as if he was trying to make this last as long as possible in the short time we had.

As he started thrusting faster and faster into my now opened hole I had to place one hand on his helmet to keep it in place. Realizing I was not getting the full effect of his uniform I made him stop, handed him his helmet, got on my back, and raised my legs in the air.

"Put the helmet on and fuck me stud" I pleaded.

"Yes Trouble" he replied with a grin as he grabbed each of my ankles in his hands.

Grabbing his phone I snapped a pic of him as he entered me. His eyes rolling back in his head at the feel of his raw cock parting my pink lips. Tossing it aside I told him "Put out this fire Daddy" and watched his face light up as he bent to my command. His face focused in intense concentration I heard the sound of his balls slapping my ass rising above the still blasting music coming from below. Reaching up I slid my hand under his now sweat-covered shirt onto his hairy chest and teased his nipples as I kept mouthing words of encouragement. Soon these changed to begging for his load.

Brian's breath starting coming in a short burst as his cock began to thicken inside me. I knew he was getting closer to filling me up. He put one of my ankles onto his shoulder and reached down to stroke my cock. I grasped his cheeks to pull him inside me as deep as possible with each stroke. "Oh yeah. Fuck me, Daddy. Own this hole. Make it yours." I repeated over and over as sweat began to drip down his face under his helmet.

"Oh fuck Slick. Here it comes. I'm gonna blow. You ready baby? You want it?" His blue eyes bore into me as he awaited my response, his hand still jacking my leaking cock. "Cum with me baby. You there? You there?"

"Yes, Daddy keep jerking me. Almost there. Almost. Almost. OH FUCK DADDY HERE IT COMES" Thank God for the loud music becuase I couldn't contain my shouting.

My load blasted out and the first few ropes splattered against the wall behind me, the rest hitting my chest. Brian let out a loud groan as I began to feel his cock twitching and squirting deep inside me. He bent over and forced his tongue deep into my mouth as his cock filled my ass, his pelvis jerking over and over as his load finished releasing.

Bending over my chest Brian began licking and gathering my cum into his mouth then kissing me deeply. Over and over he cleaned me until only the spots on the wall remained.

"What about those?" I asked

"Leave them. I can't stand the guy who's using this bunk tonight anyway" he laughed as he dove in for a kiss.

I reached around to his ass to keep his now softening cock inside me as we kissed. Suddenly the music below was turned down and calls of what I heard as "Eltee" began being yelled up the stairs. Brian frantically stood and motioned for me to be quiet as he quickly removed his outer gear and pulled up his long john style underwear.

"Eltee" I heard again as footsteps started reverberating on the stairs.

"Shit. Get dressed quick" Brian whispered to me as he hurried over to the stairwell.

"Yeah Probie" he yelled down staying out of sight.

From what seemed like halfway up the stairs a voice called. "I finished cleaning all the gear you gave me. What's next?"

"I'll be down in a minute. I just finished working out and I'm changing. Go get some air or something" with a wink a me he motioned for me to hurry.

As I buttoned the last button and pulled on my jacket I walked over, kissed him, then tilting my head back asked "Eltee?"

Blushing he replied "L.T. Lieutenant."

"That's your new name in bed stud" I whispered in his ear as I stood behind hugging him.

Peeking over the stairwell to see if the coast was clear he then turned to kiss me. Placing his finger to his lips he took my hand and led me down the stairs. Quietly opening the door he patted my ass then pushed me out into the sidewalk traffic closing the door behind him.

Walking back to work with a spring in my step I pulled out my phone and typed 'Don't forgot to send me the pictures Lieutenant 😉' and walked back into the hotel.

Brian was actually able to make our after-work session and I made sure to call him L.T. the entire time I fucked his panty-clad ass. Plus I sent the pics to Alex and J telling them to get some fireman gear for when I got home.

The high of the firehouse fuck, as Brian and I began calling it, lasted for a week. The following Saturday I arrived home to Phillip informing me Gabriel was returning home at the beginning of May and not alone.

To be continued...