Emergency 69
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.
I was always interested in the local Rescue Squad. As a little kid it seemed to be that traveling in a ambulance with the sirens blaring while going to accidents and saving people was about as good as life could get. My parents and Sunday School teachers taught me that helping people is what you should do. I believed them.
I guess that lots of kids want to become Firemen or Policemen and they outgrow it. They become Bankers, Retail Clerks or Real Estate Agents. I never changed one bit. I wanted to be in the Rescue Squad when I was 12 and still wanted it when I got out of High School. I joined the local volunteer Rescue Squad when I was 16 and the more I got into it, the more I liked it.
In High School, I realized working for the Rescue Squad was a nerd activity. I also realized, I didn't give a shit about that. I wasn't designed to be part of the "in" crowd. I was a pudgy, little boy who turned onto a huge teenager. Around age 15 I realized, I was also strong. I worked on that some and eventually muscle displaced most of the fat. I had a swimmer's body. If you remember, Walruses are good swimmers.
When I was 18, I was 6-4 and near 300 pounds of more or less muscle. It was clear I was going to be bald and the hair on my shoulders was almost long enough to comb up to cover my bald spot. Girls laughed at me on the beach. No one wanted to date me. That was all right too. I wasn't really interested in girls.
After High School I got a job at the local lumber yard. I could go to emergency calls from that job. I got a small apartment and had a nice quiet life. I went to all the training sessions and that's where I ran into the Captain. Captain Richards was an old timer who was now the Head of Training for all Virginia. He was from somewhere in the Mountains and had a good ol' boy accent you could cut with a knife.
He was also sharp as a tack and he could cut through the bullshit better than any guy I had ever met. He could take a smart ass and squash him in a split second. He had as much experience with accidents and disasters as any man in Virginia and could tell you what to do. He told us what to do when you found a severed arm on the ground, how to stop bleeding or deal with hysteria. He wasn't a Superman and didn't like supermen. He was realistic about what you could or couldn't do.
We hit it off well. I wasn't a smart ass and I wanted to learn. I was also big. That can be real useful when it comes to lifting people and moving debris. He told, me I need to work on that.
"It's time to ditch the rest of the baby fat." he said. I did as instructed. He gave a class every six months and the next time he came to the motel in Danville, where they gave the sessions, Captain noticed the difference. Captain was about my height, but fifty pounds lighter. He had close cropped, gray hair with a bristling, gray mustache. He was in real good shape for a man in his later fifties. As the second class came to an end, he sat next to me at lunch.
"Have you considered doing this professionally?" he asked. "They need guys like you in Richmond. or Norfolk."
"Full-time?" I asked.
"We really need guys like you, full-time." he said. "Think about it. Come see me tonight in my room. I'm in room 150. I'd like to talk to you about it. It would mean moving away from your home, but you are needed elsewhere." I said I would see him.
The idea of doing it full-time was great, but I didn't know if I wanted to move. I wasn't a star in my hometown. I had few friends. The only thing I had holding me there were my folks and the Squad. I was almost sure I would take up Captain's offer, but was still undecided. I got to his room at 8:00 on the dot. He was in a flannel shirt and jeans. I was in a sport shirt.
He asked me in and offered me a beer which I accepted. He wasn't high pressure at all. He told me what I would need to do, what training I needed.
"It's the most satisfying job in the world, the only thing you won't get out of it is rich and famous." he said. "It's hard to raise a family on the salary you get, but I figure you knew that already. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Afraid not." I said. "This not so lean rescuing machine doesn't seem to be a babe magnet. No one seems to find me attractive."
"I wouldn't bet the farm on that. Some people like a man with some hair on his chest. They like it a lot." Captain said. He looked at me for a minute and our eyes met. I felt a little shiver, but Captain just went on with his spiel. "Will, I talked to your Chief about leaving your Squad. He thinks it a good idea for you. He knows your good, but you joined as a kid. You need to go somewhere new, where they can see you as an adult." I understood that, I was 23 now, but some of the guys still thought of me as16. "He'd like to keep you, but he thinks you will be lot happier if you move on and up."
I made up my mind and agreed to do as Captain wanted. He seemed real happy about that.
"We need to celebrate!" he said, I've met my sales quota for this trip. Let's lay back and chill!" He gave me another beer and we celebrated. He wasn't exactly formal in the classroom, but he was always in charge. He seemed to relax and unbuttoned his shirt. He told me some great stories about rescues he had made. All of the stories were odd, sexy but funny. We were chatting when there was a loud crash just outside the room.
We were in a conference center that was in an old Holiday Inn. The rooms opened directly to the outside. We rushed out and found a van sitting on top of a sedan in the parking lot next to the room. A second or two later I saw a Thunderbird upside down on the median of the highway.
"You take the Thunderbird, I'll do the van!" Captain yelled.
There were two guys in the Thunderbird, both were strapped in their seat belts and badly shaken up. There was no smell of beer or alcohol, only of gasoline. The engine was still running. Fortunately the window was open and I was able to switch the engine off. One guy was in shock, the other was scared he was going to burn up. He yelled at me to save his friend. I got him to calm down. He could move all his fingers and feet, so I got him out of his seat belt and lowered him to the roof, so he could crawl out.
By this time I could hear ambulances on the way. Several cars had stopped and one of the drivers was a nurse. Someone ran up and said, they had called 911.
"The van ran the light. It just ran over the Thunderbird. Ran right over the top!" the woman said. I was trying to figure out how to get the passenger out of the seat belt, when there was a poof and the exposed underside of the car burst into flame. I figured it was oil rather than gasoline, we'd have been goners if it had been the gas tank.
I decided a back injury was better than being burned alive and the Nurse, a bystander and I got the guy out. We were 30 feet away when the gas tank blew. By this time the Rescue units and fire trucks were on the scene. I was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke. I first thought it was a second explosion, but it was the firemen. The back of my shirt was on fire and they put it out.
It was ten minutes later when I realized no one was badly hurt. The accident looked horrible, but seat belts and air bags did their thing. The local Rescue people took over and I found myself on the sidelines. I gave a report to the police. After that Captain and I walked back to his room. He told me, the driver of the van was an elderly man with his wife who had been arguing over the directions to a friend's house. The husband had not paid attention to the light.
We went in the room.
"Shit, get in the shower pronto!" Captain ordered. "You're burned!"
I looked in the big mirror over the vanity. I looked like I had been smoked and barbecued. "I think I'm okay." I said.
"Take off you clothes and get in the shower. I don't know what the chemicals might do. You can't tell until you're cleaned up." he ordered. I did what he said. I had a wool plaid shirt on over a cotton tee shirt. The back of the wool shirt was all but gone when I took it off. I had no idea I had been so close to being burned. I was a bit shaken at this realization.
He had the water going in the shower. It was cool. He handed me some soap and I began to work my way through the grime. I wasn't burned at all. I was just covered in soot and chemicals, as well as gasoline residue. Captain told me to stay in the shower until all the residue was washed off. I was still washing when he got in the shower behind me. He had a bottle of stuff and he squirted some on my back and worked it into my back. He turned up the warm water and the water on the shower floor turned black with the soot that poured off of my body.
"This stuff will cut through just about anything and it won't rub you raw." he said as he massaged my back. "It has a mild detergent and a lotion to keep it from stinging." He had some in his hand and he rubbed it on my chest. I was always a real modest guy. I was ashamed of the way my body looked. but I felt comfortable with Captain rubbing me down.
"Spread'm, all this crud is rinsing down your ass. You don't want gasoline in your ass, it will sting like hell." he said. I was surprised at how good his hands felt on my ass. "You've got the hairiest buns I've ever seen," he said, "a real gorilla man."
"I'm sorry." I said. "It's the way I am..."
"I told you some guys like hairy men." the Captain said. "You've got nothing to be sorry about." He squirted some of the lotion on my balls and cupped them in his hand. "You've got some bull balls there. A real handful." I was real uncomfortable now, but turned on too. "Turn around, let me do the other side of you."
I automatically did what he asked and realized I was half hard. I looked down and saw my cock head peeping out of the foreskin. "I'm sorry, it just happened." I said.
"Gorilla body, bull balls and now a horse cock. You're batting a thousand in my book." the Captain said. "Will you stop apologizing for things that don't need any apologizing for. You're packing some real man meat."
I was about as embarrassed as I could be. My cock kept on growing. I looked at Captain. He was staring at my cock and his cock was just as erect as mine. He looked up.
"Have you guessed I'm one of those guys who like really hairy men?" he asked.
"I think I have." I said.
"Do you want me to stop? We can forget the whole thing, if you want to." he asked.
"I don't know." I said. I didn't know what to do. "Captain?"
"Yes, Will."
"I don't know where this is going, but I am pretty sure I don't want to stop here." I said. He smiled. He took my hand and put it on his cock. He stroked my cock and some stuff oozed from my slit. "I've never done this before." I said a bit uncertainly.
"Do you think you're going to like it?" he asked. He stroked my cock few more times.
"I kind of think I will." I said. It turned out that I was 100% right about that.
I'd never had sex with another person before, other than a few feeling out, "if I touch you, will you touch me" things with friends in Grade School. I had never seriously considered sex with girls. Frankly, that didn't seem to occur to them either. I had vaguely lusted after "Magnum P.I.", but knew that would never happen. Actually I never thought I would have sex with "Magnum", in my wildest dreams I hoped maybe we could be friends. It never seemed possible that anyone, man or woman would be interested in me.
I was now in the shower with an incredibly handsome man, who wanted me. I was puzzled as to what I should do. Captain solved the problem by dropping to his knees in the shower and sucking me. At first I couldn't believe it, then I couldn't believe it was so good. The guys at school talked about cock suckers as something awful. I had visualized a guy being forced to suck a cock as punishment for being gay.
Captain wasn't being punished at all. I knew I had a big cock, but thought it was ugly and dirty because I was uncut. Captain apparently didn't see it that way at all. He loved it. He deep throated the whole thing and I was in heaven. He got up to catch a breath. The minute his mouth and tongue cleared my cock I felt empty. I wanted it back. A second later I was on my knees sucking him.
I couldn't believe I did it and enjoyed it. His cock in my mouth was just one degree less pleasurable than my cock in his. His dick was as long as mine, but nowhere near as thick. He was cut and had a huge flared cock head. I ran my tongue around the edge of the flared organ, then licked the piss slit. I tasted something sweet oozing from it.
"That' it baby." Captain said. "Take it easy, we've got the whole night, you can take your time." I tried to deep throat him, but I choked. "Calm down, Will." he said. "I curve the wrong way for you to take it all. Let's get in bed and go at this more comfortably." He turned the water off and we dried ourselves, then went to the bed. He told me to lie down. He got down in the opposite direction, sucking my cock.
His cock was at my face, so I sucked him again. This time his big cock head slid down my throat easy and soon his entire cock was embedded in my throat. My nose was sniffing his balls. He was doing the same to me. We were deep throating together and he matched his movements to mine. Sometimes he would do something different and I would try to copy him.
I was thinking about how good this was when I felt my balls tighten and a load getting ready to burst from my balls. "I'm going to shoot!" I yelled to warn him. He didn't take the warning. He continued to suck and he took my entire load and kept on licking me, Lollipop style, after I popped. I had never had a orgasm that approached what I felt as he sucked down my cum.
I'm sorry." I said.
"Will, you've got to stop apologizing for things you don't need to apologize for."
"I came in your mouth." I said in explanation.
"I hope you noticed. I liked it." Captain said. "I like it all and I like it a lot."
"You can't believe how good it was." I said.
"Believe me Will, I can." he said. "Dorothy, you aren't in Kansas anymore." I laughed.
"Maybe I'd better go." I said. Captain rearranged himself on the bed so we were face to face.
"How many times can you shoot in a night?" he asked.
"I don't know." the Captain laughed.
"Come on, I was 14 once, I know you spent a night jacking off. How many?"
"Three, maybe four."
"Well tonight you're going to do four, maybe five. Resign yourself to it, lie back and let nature take its course."
"Is that an order, Sir?" I asked.
"Think of it as a promise. Do you feel like sucking my meat again?" he asked. He didn't wait for me to answer. He straddled my head and dropped his cock in my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I took his cock head in my mouth and licked it. He oozed another drop of the sweet stuff.
"You like pre cum?" he asked. I nodded. "I didn't like it when I was your age. Now I love it. It means your prostate and balls are up and running. You can't fake man sex. Your cock cant lie." I must have looked puzzled.
"Prostate?" I asked. I didn't know what it was.
"Concentrate on my cock for now."the captain said. "If we have time and you feel a bit adventurous, we'll work on the prostate later."
"I don't know how adventurous I am."
"Have I steered you wrong yet? Anything you object to?" he asked.
"Shit no! It's been great."
"Well relax and go with the flow." he said as he reached back and felt my cock. "Damn, you're hard again. I don't want you to think I'm a superficial guy, but you turn me on big time. Big, hairy and hung."
"Thanks." I said. He reached over to a table beside the bed and took a bottle and emptied some of the stuff in it on his hand. "More chemical lotion?" I asked.
"Cornhuskers. Your cock's going to play the corn cob and I'm going to shuck you." he said with a wide smile. He slicked some of the liquid on my cock. It felt wonderful. Captain adjusted his position so I could suck him more easily. He was oozing buckets by now. I had the odd sense of drinking milk from the udder. I closed my eyes and sucked while he was stroking my cock and I was in heaven.
"Let me get a bit more comfortable." he said. "Just relax and stay still. He shifted his body away from my mouth. He was rubbing my cock against his body. My cock suddenly was enclosed in a tight warm space.
"Holy shit, it's good!" he moaned. I opened my eyes. He was sitting on my cock. My dick was deep in his ass. He was rock hard with his pre cum flowing from his cock. He began to twitch. I must have looked shocked.
"I wanted to surprise you." he said as he winked at me.
"Holy shit!" I said. "I'm shooting again!" Captain rotated his hips and shot off like a fucking fountain. I was covered with ribbons of his cum.