I came home from the gym later than usual. My body felt pumped in that heavy satisfied way but my head was still back at the weight room. There had been this one guy lifting in the corner. Thick arms that pumped with every rep. A chest that stretched his shirt tight every time he pressed the bar up. I had caught myself staring more than once. The way his muscles moved under his skin had kept me distracted the whole session. By the time I shut my apartment door behind me, my cock was already half hard just from replaying it.
I dropped my gym bag by the door and went straight to the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of the fridge in the other room. I peeled off my shirt and let it fall. Then my shorts and underwear. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip. I was alone and I did not feel like waiting around. The thick dildo was in the nightstand drawer where I always kept it. I pulled it out along with the lube bottle from the drawer and climbed onto the bed.
I lay back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. The cool air touched my skin everywhere. I poured some lube over the head of the toy and worked it down the shaft with my fingers. Then I brought it down between my thighs and pressed the blunt tip against my hole. The pressure built steady and firm. I pushed and felt the head pop inside.
“Aah–fuck,” A low groan left my throat.
It always took a second to adjust to the size but once it did the stretch turned into that deep full feeling I craved. I worked it deeper inch by inch. The way it filled me completely made my toes curl against the sheets. My other hand found my cock and started stroking in slow pulls that matched the rhythm of the toy moving in and out.
I closed my eyes and let my mind go back to the gym. That jacked guy. The way his arms had looked when he racked the weight. Thick and veined and powerful. I imagined him here instead of the toy. His heavy body on top of mine. Those thick arms pinning my wrists above my head while he drove his cock into me with the same steady force.
"Fuck yes," I muttered out loud into the empty room.
"Just like that. Give it to me deep." The words came rough and low. I pushed the dildo deeper and held it there, grinding my hips against it. The pressure against my prostate was intense and perfect. My cock leaked steadily into my fingers as I stroked faster. Sweat broke out across my chest and forehead. The room filled with the wet sounds of the toy working my hole and my own breathing getting heavier. I was getting close. My balls drew up tight. The pleasure built in waves that made my thighs tremble. I kept going… lost in it. The toy sliding in and out with that smooth wet glide that made everything else disappear.
Then the smell changed. Burning plastic. Sharp and chemical and wrong. I opened my eyes and saw thick smoke rising from the floor right beside the bed. The power strip was the problem. All my stuff was plugged into the cheap multiplug strip on the floor and one of the chargers had overheated badly. The plastic was melting and gray smoke poured out in a steady stream. The smoke alarm above the bed went off immediately. Loud piercing beeps filled the room and the space started to haze over fast.
Panic cut straight through the haze of pleasure. I yanked the dildo out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness made me gasp but there was no time to think about it. I tossed the toy onto the bed and scrambled off the mattress. Still naked and hard as fuck, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the first towel I saw and wrapped it around my waist.
The smoke was getting thicker. I could taste it in the back of my throat. I bolted out the apartment door and into the hallway while pulling my phone out. My hands shook a little as I called it in. "There is smoke coming from my bedroom. It looks like it is from an overloaded power strip."
The dispatcher said a crew was on the way and to wait outside if it was safe. I stood there in the hall in nothing but the towel feeling the cool air on my skin and my heart hammering. My cock was still half hard from the interrupted session and the towel did little to hide the state I was in. I felt ridiculous and exposed but I stayed put. Better safe than sorry. I kept glancing back at the door wondering if the smoke was really that bad or if I had overreacted. The alarm was still going inside but I did not hear any crackling or see flames. Still I waited.
A few minutes later, the fire truck pulled up outside my apartment. Boots on the stairs. Low voices. Then the crew appeared in the hallway. Several guys in full gear but one stood out right away. He was tall and broad even under all the layers. His chest and arms looked thick and powerful. The turnout pants sat low on his hips and his jacket was open showing a tight blue shirt stretched across his torso. He moved with an easy confidence that made the heavy boots sound deliberate on the floor. The others started asking questions but my eyes kept going back to him. I heard one of them call him Cole. I nodded to the group trying to sound calm. "Sorry guys. It might be nothing but there was a lot of smoke in the bedroom coming from the power strip."
Cole gave me a small smile. His voice was calm and professional. "It’s okay. We’ll have a look."
They moved past me into the apartment. I walked into the living room pacing a little on the hardwood. The towel felt rough against my skin and my cock had finally gone down but I still felt exposed. I could hear them in the bedroom. Drawers opening. Equipment beeping. They were checking everything. The outlet. The melted power strip. The area under the bed and around the nightstand. I tried not to think about what else was in plain sight on the bed or nightstand. The dildo was still there where I had tossed it. Wet and obvious. My face burned at the thought of one of them seeing it but I stayed put and waited.
After what felt like forever, they came back out. One of the older guys spoke. "False alarm. Short circuit in the charger. That power strip is done for. Grab a new one and you should be fine. No damage to the wiring or anything structural. You are good to go."
The crew started packing up and heading for the door. Relief mixed with embarrassment washed over me. I thanked them and watched them leave. But Cole did not follow right away. He stayed back near the bedroom doorway. After the last of the others stepped out into the hall, he walked over to me. His heavy boots made the floor creak. His jacket was still half open and those turnout pants hung low. He reached into his pants and pulled out something.
When I looked, he was holding the dildo in one gloved hand. He held it out to me with a small smirk on his face. "This belong to you? It was sitting right on your bed."
My face went hot instantly. I took it from him fast. The toy was still warm and marked from use. "Oh my god. I must have knocked it off the nightstand when I ran out. I am so sorry about that."
Cole chuckled. The sound was low and cocky. He stepped closer so I could smell the mix of smoke and man on him. "You are lucky I spotted it right away before any of the others came around the other side of the bed. That would have been a fun report to write up."
I wanted to disappear. The towel suddenly felt very small. "This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe this happened."
He did not back off. His eyes stayed on mine and then dropped for a second to the towel before coming back up. His voice dropped lower. "Don’t be embarrassed, man. I’ve seen all kinds of things on calls. But I have to ask. How does something that size even fit? It looks like you were really going for it."
The way he said it was not judgmental. It was curious. Teasing. Almost impressed. I felt the embarrassment shift into something else. Something hotter. I looked right back at him and let a little boldness come through. "You’d be surprised at how much I can take when I am worked up."
Cole did not look away. The air between us changed. Thicker. He reached down with his free hand and adjusted himself right there in front of me. His palm pressed against the front of his turnout pants where a clear bulge had started to form. He gave it a slow squeeze. "Yeah?"
The single word hung in the air. I nodded. Bit my lower lip without meaning to. My own cock was starting to stir again under the towel. We just looked at each other for a long moment. No one spoke. The only sounds were the distant voices of the crew outside and our breathing. His eyes were dark and direct. I could feel the heat coming off his body even through the gear. My heart was beating hard for a completely different reason now.
From the hallway one of the crew called out. "Cole you coming or what? We are heading back."
Cole kept his eyes on me and answered loud and steady. "Yeah. Just finishing one last check in here."
His hand stayed over the front of his pants. His fingers moved in slow gentle strokes while he kept his eyes on me. The bulge under his palm was obvious now. My mouth went dry. The tension in the room felt thick enough to touch.
I swallowed and took the chance before I lost my nerve. "When do you get off work?"
Cole's smirk deepened. His hand did not stop moving. "Ten. Why? You got plans?"
I felt my face grow hot but I held his gaze. "Maybe. Depends if you are free after."
He chuckled low. The sound was all cocky and warm. "I could be. What did you have in mind?"
I glanced at the dildo still in my hand then back at him. "You could come back. Help me finish what I started before everything went to shit."
Cole stepped a little closer. His heavy boot scuffed the floor. "Yeah? That toy looked like it was doing a decent job but I bet I could do better."
My cock twitched under the towel at the words. "You think so?"
"I know so." His voice dropped even lower. "Keep that hole ready. I’ll swing by and we’ll see how much you can really take."
The air between us crackled. I could not look away from the way his hand kept stroking that bulge in slow deliberate motions. It was like he wanted me to see exactly what I was doing to him. My own body responded hard. The towel was doing a shit job of hiding how turned on I was getting all over again.
From the hallway the crew called out again. Something about heading to the truck. Cole finally pulled his hand away from his crotch but the outline was still clear. He gave me one last long look. "Ten. Be ready."
Then he turned and walked out. Heavy boots on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him.
I stood there in the living room for a long minute. The dildo was still wet in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The towel was tented bad now and my cock throbbed with every beat. I could still smell him in the air. Smoke and sweat and that raw masculine scent that had my hole clenching on nothing.
I carried the toy back to the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. The sheets were still messed up from earlier. The room smelled like lube and the faint trace of burned plastic. I lay down on the bed and let the towel fall open. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip again. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly.
The image of Cole played on repeat in my head. The way he had looked at me while his hand moved over that bulge. The low rough sound of his voice when he said he would swing by. The cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Fuck. I stroked a little faster. My hole felt empty and needy in the best way. I kept thinking about him coming back later tonight. Out of all that gear. Those thick arms bare.
I slowed my strokes on purpose. Edging myself. I wanted to stay right on the edge until he got here. The dildo sat beside me on the nightstand like a promise. I glanced at it and smiled. By the time ten rolled around, I was going to be more than ready. Hole open and waiting. Body hot and aching. All for him. The thought made my legs shake a little. I kept touching myself slow and deliberately. Waiting. Already counting down the minutes. He was coming back. And I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.
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