All of the usual disclaimers apply. The events in this story took place in a different time, before there was the threat of things like AIDS, and no condoms were used by the participants. These are Dangerous times that we live in now, Always Play Safe! The events depicted in this story are true, only the names have been changed, but not necessarily to protect any one. Feel free to comment on the story at adama1416@aol.com. All email except flamers happily answered.
EMT Doesn't Mean "Eat More Tail" By L. Ray January 21, 2006
Years ago, I served on my local Rescue Squad as an Emergency Medical Technician Level Four, and was commissioned as a Lieutenant/Watch Commander, and also served as Training Coordinator.
We had gotten six new recruits, who had just completed EMT training, and were now ready for a little more advanced rescue training. Normally, I would assign a trainee to each of my regular EMT s for this additional training, but my crew only had five certified EMT 1 tech's, and two of them were on leave for medical problems. I ended up having to pair one of the "Newbies" with the Squad Captain, and one with myself. I knew two of the recruits, Steve, who was 18, the younger brother of a friend of mine from my high school days, and Bruce, who was 19, and the nephew of my best friend and next door neighbor. I assigned Bruce to the Captain, and Steve to myself.
Their training would consist of two weeks of learning how to do Rough Terrain, Sub-terrain, and Water rescue techniques, Vehicle extraction, and Ambulance maintenance. Now Ambulance maintenance wasn't at all what it sounds like. It was actually a lot of paper work, and restocking the supplies used during a run. It may mean refilling an oxygen tank, or just adding more band aids to the wall cabinets, but it almost always involved cleaning down the inside of the transport compartment and putting clean bedding on the gurney.
The paper work consisted of two multi-page documents, a run report, and a post run inspection and action report. Neither document was any fun to fill out, but because of state regulations, they had to be filled out for each run, regardless.
Steve was taking his training in stride, and seemed very eager to learn, and from the reports I was getting from my other trainers, their trainees were doing well also. A lot of the training was done as a group rather than one on one, such as the rescue techniques, but most of the training was just a matter of learning by repetition, doing the task over and over again.
On Thursday of the second week, the Captain informed me that he would have to be out of town for two days, but would be back in time for the final certification ceremony on Sunday. Unfortunately, this left his trainee, Bruce, with nobody to train him for the last two days. I thought about who I could assign him to for the final two days, knowing that any one of my EMT's would be more than happy to take him on, but in the end, I decided to ask Steve if he minded us allowing Bruce to finish with him.
"No, I don't mind at all." Steve responded, "Bruce and I are good friends!"
he finished, with a little sly wink.
I called Bruce and informed him that he would need to be at the Squad Building the next morning, Friday, at 9:00 to work with Steve and me.
Friday's training was pretty much just making sure that they both knew how to do the paper work, and why it had to be done. By 4:00, I had decided that they had had enough and I knew that I had, because it was getting pretty boring.
I asked the boys if they wanted to go have a bite to eat, and then we would knock off for the day, and resume the next morning at 8:00.
Bruce and Steve both agreed and we all piled into my car to head for a restaurant. By the time we got back to the Squad, it was time for us to log out, and head home.
Saturday morning, I got to the Squad by 7:00, and did the Watch change. As watch commander, I knew which teams would be available to make the routine runs, and if all went well, I wouldn't have to leave the building all day, so I could put my two trainees through whatever routines made themselves available. I was really hoping that it would just be a routine day, with no big emergency events.
My two trainees arrived promptly at 8:00 and both surprised me by being dressed in full Squad uniform. I was impressed, but did my best not to let them know it. I suggested that they get a cup of coffee or hot chocolate while I got them settled into the paperwork that still had to be done in order for me to complete their evaluations for their certification, as I looked over the evaluations from the Third Watch trainees. I went to the office and used the big Royal Imperial typewriter on the desk to fill out the two certificates for the two trainees who had done the Third Watch training. As I was sitting there typing, the tone dropped on the emergency call system, so I had to stop and listen for the information. It was for the next county, so I finished my typing, and went back out to the Squad Lounge to check on my boys.
They were finishing up their self evaluations, and instructor evaluation sheets, and I told them that as soon as they were finished, they should come out to the vehicle bay, and I would show them what to do next.
Our Squad was pretty good sized, but it needed to be, since we served the largest county in the state, as well as providing water rescue to the surrounding counties which bordered the lake, and the regular Emergency Ambulance Service only served the city itself. We had seven ambulance units, a portable incubator, three crash trucks, three big off road vehicles and twelve boats on trailers with trucks to pull them, plus one support truck which provided a commissary for long term operations. Once my six new EMT's were certified, they would give me a total of twelve regular EMT's two EMT3's and three EMT 4's. Paired with non certified personel, I would have at least three EMT's and an EMT 4 per Watch, which was far better than the state requirements.
As I walked through the vehicle bay, I could only find one ambulance that hadn 't been maintained, because it was "Out of Service" due to a bad alternator, so I decided that I would put the boys to work doing the maintenance routine on that rig. It was sitting at the back of the bay, and since it was a Saturday, there wouldn't be any of the usual in and out traffic to disturb them while they worked. There was a rig already sitting out front, for use in a routine emergency, and it's crew was in the barraks room, sleeping. It was already 10:00, and my Watch dispatcher was in her office, so I was pretty much free for the day.
The boys made their way across the bay to where I was standing, next to the out of service rig. I explained to them that we didn't usually run a maintenance on a disabled unit, but I really felt that they needed the practice. After making sure that they knew where everything was located, I excused myself to the lounge and let them get to work.
I had been in the lounge for a little less than an hour, just looking over reports and stuff, when I heard the tone drop on the paging system. Seconds later the dispatcher announced over the PA system, "Rescue 56, Rescue 56! Woman in Labor, 9414 Cave Creek Road, Meece Valley. KSP on scene, requesting portable incubator!" The ambulance team came flying out of the barraks as I jumped to my feet and headed to the bay to get the portable. By the time they had the rig running to warm up, I was already in the parking lot with the unit, to load it into the back of the rig and they left.
I hated Labor Runs, because the women almost always waited to the last minute to call and that meant delivering either at the scene, or having to stop along the road to deliver, and this one was nearly 45 miles each way, so I knew that the guys were going to be gone for a long while. When I went back inside, I walked over to the dispatcher and told her to call in the back up team.
I decided that I had better check in on the boys and see what progress they had made. As I crossed the bay, I heard them laughing, well, it actually sounded more like little kids giggling, and I thought to myself, "What the hell are those two up too?"
As I got to the rig, I noticed that the boys had apparently gotten warm, and had removed their shirts. Neither one of them was wearing an undershirt, and I looked, longingly at their young torsos, glistening with sweat, as I approached them.
"How are you two doing?"
"We're just about done." replied Steve. "All we have to do is dress the gurney and load it into the back."
I stood there, watching, as the boys put a sheet on the gurney, and lay the extra sheet, and a hospital style sheet blanket on the pillow, which one of them had already put a clean cover onto. I wasn't sure why they had the gurney outside the rig, and was just about to ask when;
"Hey, why don't you lay down on the gurney and let us load you into the rig. We really haven't had any practice at that, and you can tell us if we're doing it right." Bruce said.
"Yeah Red, we really want to be sure that we are doing it right!" Steve added.
With a shrug, I sat on the gurney and laid back, as they began to strap me down, just as they would do with a real victim. Steve at the foot of the gurney, pulled the strap across my lower legs, and Bruce pulled the one across my upper chest, then they both moved to the center of the gurney and placed my hands at my sides and strapped me down at the mid section. I had never thought about it much, but when properly strapped to a gurney, it is almost impossible to move your hands.
Steve moved back to the end and Bruce acted as a guide, as they rolled me, on the gurney, to the back end of the rig. When it made contact with the rear bumper, Bruce climbed into the rig and lifted as the struts began to collapse upward to the underside of the gurney, with Steve lifting his end, and pushing forward. As the gurney rolled into the rig, I felt it lock into the capture latches.
"Good job guys, I didn't feel any unnecessary jerking or bumping. I think you guys are going to do fine on ememrgency runs, so, let me get up and we'll see how you did on the maintenance job."
I tried to raise up against the restraints as neither of the boys moved, both standing over me grinning.
"Come on guys, unbuckle the restraints so I can get up."
Steve moved down to the foot of the gurney and began removing my shoes as Bruce began unbuttoning my shirt.
"OK guys, the fun is over, let me up, OK?"
Neither boy said a word, as Bruce began working my shirt down off of my shoulders and arms, struggling against my body weight as well as the secureness of the restraints. Steve had removed both of my shoes, and had started working on my belt and zipper, and was soon working my pants and underwear down my legs, leaving me fully exposed to the two boys.
"Come on guys, what's going on? What are you guys doing here?"
"Red, do you remember back when I was little, and you used to spend the night at my house with Joe, and how you guys would run around in the room in just yo ur underwear?"
"Yeah, Steve, I remember that, but what does that have to do with what's going on here?"
"Well, I have always had the hots for you since I was little, and I always wondered why Joe wouldn't let me do the things with you that we did together when you weren't there. I have wanted to have sex with you since I was about eight."
"And I have been wanting to have sex with you since the first time I stayed all night at my Uncle's!" added Bruce.
"Bruce, you have wanted sex with me too? Guys, why didn't you say something."
"Well, we first got to talking about it when we were in EMT classes, and we've been making our plan on how to get together with you ever since. That's why we wanted to join the squad, so we could put our plan into play." Steve added.
"OK, guys, let me get this straight. Steve, you were having sex with Joe back when you were eight, and you wanted to have sex with me too, right?"
"Yeah, but Joe wouldn't let me."
"And you knew that Joe and I were having sex together back then too?"
"Yeah, Joe told me everything you two would do, and I would get so excited that I would pretend it was you when Joe would fuck me!"
"And Bruce, you have been wanting to have sex with me since we first met too?
Why?"
"Red, didn't you ever think it strange that every time you came over to Uncle Phils, I was either in my underware, or just pulling them on? Uncle Phhil and I were having sex since I was six, and I watched through the crack in the door when ever you and he fucked. I would wear my little dick out beating off as I watched you two go at it, and then when you left, I couldn't wait for Uncle Phil to fuck me again!"
"Wow guys, I don't know what to say, except, thanks. But I don't think it's a good idea to do this, here, now."
Steve had began to unfasten his pants and looked at me, smiling, as he said, "We figure it this way. We're here, in the very back corner of the bay, where nobody could see what's going on if they came in anyway, the only other person here is in her own little office nearly a city block from us, and the ambulance crew is on their way to Meece Valley, so they will be gone for at least three hours, so who's going to know?"
He dropped his pants as he finished and I looked in awe as his beautiful young cock came into full view. Bruce quickly dropped his pants and stepped out of them too.
"Well guys, if we are going to do this, then get these straps off me, so we can all enjoy it!"
They smiled at each other, and quickly began unfastening the restraints. Once my hands were free, I quickly took hold of their cocks, one in each hand, as they leaned in to lick and lap at my cock and balls. I pulled Steve up and kissed him full on the mouth, and he readily opened his own mouth to accept my exploring tongue. Bruce took advantage of the situation by swallowing my cock all the way to the base and wrapping his hand around Steve's cock as he gently jerked at it. After about five minutes of this, the two boys traded places, and Steve sucked my cock down, as he played with Bruce's hard member, while Bruce and I locked in a passionate kiss.
I moved Bruce onto the gurney, and began licking and kissing at his neck, working slowly downward to his nipples, and then following the thin trail of hair from his sternum to his navel. As I was doing this, Steve, was standing over the end of the gurney, and Bruce was gently massaging his balls and cock, which were hanging just inches above his face. I continued downward, and began nibbling on his hair above his hard 6 inch cock. Steve bent his knees and Bruce reached up, pulling him downward by his hips, and opened his mouth, taking Steve's cock into it. I sucked Bruce's cock into my mouth and swallowed it to the hair. He bucked his hips upward as I swallowed him whole. I moved my hands to his firm young ass cheeks, and searched out his crack with the fingers of my right hand as I kneaded the other cheek with my left. I pulled up, off his cock just long enough to thoroughly wet my middle finger and plunged it into his tight hole as I swallowed his cock back into my throat. His hips thrust upward, and had it not been for the seven inches of cock filling his throat, he would have screamed out from the intrusion. Bruce began working his finger into Steve's ass as I was fucking his with my finger, working it in and out at an increasing rate of speed. I felt Bruce's balls tightening up against his cock, and pulled off him, keeping my finger buried deep inside his hot ass, and told Steve to move down and get behind Bruce. I leaned forward and slathered Steve's cock with spit, and positioned him at Bruce's hole and pushed his hips forward. Steve entered him in one swift move and I held him in that position as I sat on the gurney behind him.
Spitting into my hand, I lubed up my own cock with my spit, and moved forward, placing the head at Steve's hole, and pushed in until my eight inch cock hit bottom. We held in that position for a few moments, until I was sure that everyone was ready and I pulled Steve back until I could feel that his head was at the rim of Bruce's hole, and then I pulled back, leaving just the head of my cock inside of him, then slamming forward, I drove Steve back into Bruce and myself into Steve. Bruce's cock had began to respond to the sensations in his ass and Steve reached one hand up and took hold of it. He began to pump Bruce's cock in the same rhythm that I was setting up between Steve and I fucking into Bruce.
We slow fucked this way for a good fifteen minutes, when I forced Steve forward a bit more, and pushed downward on his shoulders, causing Bruce's ass to lift higher, and at the same time his cock, and causing Steve's mouth to come close enough to Bruce's cock that he could get the head into it. This position also rasied Steve's ass a bit and I kneeled behind him on the gurney, and began to fuck into him in ernest, at the same time causing him to slam into Bruce, and forcing Bruce's cock a bit deeper into Steve's mouth. After about three minutes of this, Bruce began to cum into Steve's mouth, and as his ass contracted with his orgasm, it caused Steve to begin shooting his load into Bruce's hot hole. In turn, Steve's orgasm caused his ass muscles to contract, and that was all it took to send me over the edge, as I filled his hot little ass with my cum load.
We lay locked in the throws of ecstacy, panting and sweating, in one huge heap of torsos, legs, and arms, all entertwined with one another, as we all recovered from our amazing sexual high. As I pulled my slowly deflating cock from Steve's ass hole, it made a loud popping noise, and I could feel the skin of my thighs and lower abdomen, being pulled back toward him from the suction that we had built up between us. I sat on the end of the gurney as Steve pulled out of Bruce, and reluctantly released Bruce's cock from his mouth, which was dripping a bit of cum from the corners. I got up, and Steve and I together, helped Bruce up into a sitting position on the gurney. Bruce reached forward, and pulled my still half erect cock into his mouth, tasting the remains of my cum, mixed with Steve's ass juice.
"Wow, that was the most awesome thing I've ever done!" Steve finally managed to say. "I didn't know that it was possible to suck the cock of the person you were fucking!"
"Well boys, what do you say, was it worth the wait?"
"Oh God Red, it was so totally worth it!" Bruce exclaimed as he pulled back off of my cock.
"Well, I'll tell you both what we'll do. We're going to go to the barraks, take a shower, and then go get something to eat, and we'll talk about where we go from here. I may not be able to arrange for you both to be on my scheduel all of the time, but I am sure as hell going to try! And Bruce, how about you and your uncle Phil come over to my house tonight, and Steve and I will be waiting, and we'll have a great time, but plan on spending the night."
"Cool!" they both said in unison.
"Oh, and Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"When will that stud of a brother of your's be home again?"
"In about three weeks, why?"
"Well, when he comes home, you need to bring him over to my house, because I'm going to ream him out for not sharing with his oldest friend all these years!"
We all laughed as we gathered up our clothes, and headed for the bay door of the barraks.
There would be many more fun times over the next five years.
Feel free to let me know what you think. This story is from my biographical collection. You can contact me, L. Ray, at adama1416@aol.com All emails read and acknowledged, Flamers happily sent to the wonderful world of Deletesville.