Tom the Fireman Part 60
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Tom was hoping for a Christmas miracle when he saw the bare tree standing in the living room. Thinking to himself, "Some of the Charlie Brown Christmas trees, looked way better than that. But he smiled at Steven when Steven caught him eyeing the tree.
"Ain't she a beaut?" Steven asked.
Tom kept smiling, not wanting to lie to his partner. He came up from behind placing his arms around his husband, kissing him on the neck, avoiding answering the question. "Fugly," kept going through his head as he gazed upon it with doubt.
"To think it was right here in our backyard," as he placed his hands over Tom's, turning his head to kiss Tom on the cheek.
"If I'd only known," was all Tom could muster, thinking how he can get a real tree without hurting Steven's feelings. Kissing Steven on the ear, whisper, "I'll make dinner, I'll let you deal with the tree, as this was the one you wanted."
Tom felt a little warm, and wanting to avoid the topic of the tree, stripped down to make dinner put on his Michael Angelo's `David' apron, just to call attention to anything but that tree. Silently Tom watched from the kitchen as Steven stood there with his arms crossed and his hand on his face as he gazed at the tree.
When Steven looked over, Tom quickly looked up, to return the smile, hoping his being naked under the apron would distract Steven. Walking up to the counter, Steven stood on his tiptoes as he watched the naked ass at the breakfast counter. Feeling himself bone up, he knew it was his turn to fuck that excellent piece of ass; his butt definitely needed a rest. Steven stood at the counter, watching Tom in the kitchen, turning his head on occasion to look at the tree. When he got Tom's attention, Tom just smiled, not saying a word.
When Tom looked up, Steven disappeared, as he continued to make dinner, he was scared when Steven returned to the kitchen in only an apron touching Tom's side from behind. Seeing the sight, Tom stood against the counter, watching Steven as he gathered the plates from the cabinet, setting the table for dinner.
When Steven returned to the kitchen, he licked his finger, making sure it was well lubed. As Tom was bending over, exposing his ass to Steven, he felt the digit make contact with his hole. Glancing at Steven swatting his hand away, Steven raised his finger to smell. Wide-eyed, Tom asked if it smelled good. Disrupted from his trance, Steven smiled, "Yes."
As Tom started to cook, Steven grabbed the cutting board, getting ready to make a salad. Tom reached to grab Steven's ass, when Steven quickly turned to avoid the contact, his ass felt a little sore from their earlier encounter and didn't want to encourage Tom to want to fuck him again.
Tom leaned in to kiss Steven on the cheek, "Is it a little sore?"
Steven nodded, as he thought about their morning session.
Tom jumped back a few times as the food popped while cooking on the stove. Occasionally sticking his bubble butt out, rubbing it against Steven as he worked behind him. The two were tenting, but the food was more important than either getting their tale dipping in the other's hole.
At the dinner table, they sat across from each other, both totally naked as they ate their meal. Tom felt Steven's foot against his. With his other foot, Tom placed it on Steven's, Steven's foot started to brush against the side of Tom's calf, feeling the foot, Tom spread his legs a little further apart, running his foot against Steven's. Steven's foot continued to follow the contour of Tom's leg, gliding it past the knee, as the side of his foot caressed Tom's thigh. Tom continued to eat, trying to concentrate on what was in front of him, instead what was going on between his leg.
Closing his eyes, Tom felt the sole of Steven's bare foot against his balls, as Steven pressed in. Tom was trying to ignore the foot, "This salad is good!" as he looked at Steven. Steven looked up from his plate and smiled, "Thank you!" Pressing the sole of his foot against the soft, smooth ball sack, his cock growing between his legs as he felt the orbs against the bottom of his foot. Following Steven's lead, Tom raised his leg, trapping Steven's foot between his thighs as it pressed against his balls, Tom's heel rest on the edge of the chair between Steven's muscular thighs. Slowly applying pressure with his sole pressing gently on the soft fleshy orbs, Tom's made direct contact with Steven's smooth balls, as Steven spread his legs allowing for more room. His toes were resting at the base of Steven's throbbing cock.
With his free hand, while he looked into Steven's eyes, Tom massaged the bottom of Steven's foot, as the heel pressed into his balls. Tom's cock lengthening with the heel of Steven's foot lodged against his balls.
The two continued to eat, as their feet rested between each other's legs, both giving seductive smiles as Steven planned his moves. Steven's cock was oozing precum, as it dripped down the shaft, against Tom's soles. Tom's cock twitched as he felt the sweet nectar flow between his foot and Steven's cock and balls.
As they finished dinner, Tom cleared the plates. Returning to the dining area, Steven leans against his man, backing him against the wall, their naked bodies against each other as Steven steals a kiss. Tom grabs Steven pulling him in closer, holding the sides of his face, he slips his tongue through Steven's parted lips, kissing passionately. Steven presses his naked body into Tom, trapping him between the wall. The heat of Tom's flesh fuels Steven's desire, grabbing Tom's arms raising them above his head, holding them there, as their tongues battled.
Grabbing Tom by the cock, Steven led him to the table, pointing to the ground. Tom knelt obeying Steven's command. Sitting on the table, Steven spread his legs, grabbing Tom by the hair, directed Tom mouth to his leaking cock. As Tom opened his mouth, Steven pushed on the back of his head, making him take his long cock down his throat. Tom spat and sputtered as the cock went directly down his throat. Steven held him on his cock, making sure Tom was lubing him with a thick coat of throat phlegm. Letting up on the back of Tom's head, Steven uttered, "Suck."
Tom bobbed back-and-forth on the oozing cock between Steven's legs. Gagging when it hit the back of his mouth, but kept on taking it like a pro.
"Yeah, Babe, that's it, suck my cock. Show me how much you love sucking on the big cock. Ah, Babe, make me feel good, yeah, suck on that big cock." Steven repeated as he leaned back on the table watching Tom work his cock.
Feeling his cock sliding easily down Tom's throat, he held onto the back of Tom's head, pressing his mouth to the base. His cock felt terrific down his throat, his body trembled seeing the pursed lips around the bottom of the cock, as he looked down. Pulling the back of Tom's head, he removed his cock from the servicing mouth.
Sliding his ass off the end of the table, Steven stood up, Tom still between his parted legs, holding the back of Tom's head, Steven uttered, "On the table."
Tom stood up, standing face to face, stepping around Steven, Tom laid on the table, keeping his ass to the edge. Picking up Tom's legs, he pushed them back against Tom's chest, making him look like a Christmas Turkey ready to serve. Steven leaned his face down to the level with Tom's exposed hole. Spitting, Steven rubbed his saliva over the tight hole. Teasing the hole with his finger, Steven prepared Tom for his entry. Spitting on the finger he placed against the entrance of Tom's hole, pushing in as he looked deep into Tom's eyes. Plunging his finger in-and-out of the tight hole, Steven started to loosen Tom's ass for his cock.
Steven checked his fingers, making sure they were clean. Placing two in his mouth, he lubed up his fingers before inserting them into Tom. Poking his lube digits in-and-out on Tom's tight ass, with each poking in the fingers seemed to slide in easily. Looking down, Steven spat on his cock to re-lube, placing his cock head to Tom's entrance. Applying pressure, he felt the tip proceed to open the tight hole, the glans slowly engulfed by the ass lips he was fingering. Continuing the tension with his inserted cock, Tom's first ring opened up, stretching over the cockhead and the beginning of Steven's throbbing shaft.
With the warmth wrapping around the end of his cock, Steven shook his head, enjoying the sensation of Tom's opening. Steven continued to slide in the warm depths, feeling the fire inside. The ass lips gripped the shaft, only allowing a little at a time to make its descent. Steven cooed as his cock poked in deeper.
Tom's eyes squinted as he felt the rod enter him, Tom tried his best to relax as he knew Steven wouldn't stop till his base was resting against his ass. Gripping the edge of the Table, Tom kept himself in place, as Steven slid in without any hesitation. Biting his lower lip, Tom tried to concentrate on his own cock, Steven kept pushing forward, inching into Tom's tight ass.
With his hole stretching larger as Steven's buried his cock deep, Tom could feel himself fill up. Raising his head, he watched Steven's naked body, as the cock slid fully into him. Holding on to Tom's legs, Steven pushed his pubes against the exposed ass, grinding a little to make sure it was in all the way. Tom's cock twitched, as it leaked a copious amount of pre-cum as Steven's battering ram made contact with the prostate.
Looking into Steven's eyes, Tom nudged his ass away from Steven's invasion. Though initially buried deep, Steven felt his cock start to slide out of Tom's ass. Holding on so he wouldn't slide out completely from the warmth, as he did not want to long fuck Tom's incredible ass just yet, Steven changed direction, pushing back in, hoping to bury his rod a little deeper. Hearing Tom's moans confirmed his plan was working.
Steven felt the fire building inside with his cock, fueling the fire within him, he was going to put out the fireman's hotspot with his hose. A direct shot should quench any hotspots when it was over. Holding onto to Tom's legs, Steven starts to slowly pull out, getting halfway before reversing his strategy, sinking his cock deeper into Tom.
As Steven slowly pumps, Tom ass started to naturally lube his engulfed cock, making it easier to slide in- and-out of his partner's tight but hungry hole. As Steven pumps, Tom closes his eyes, enjoying every inch of Steven he can feel pumping into him. The tight ass still gripping the shaft as his swollen cock plunged through the tight opening: puckering out with each pull, puckering in with each push.
Steven watched the ass lips as the cock slid into the wonderful tightness. His glistening cock appears and then disappears as he feels his base against the exposed hole. The table is just the right height for Steven, as he plunges into the depths of Tom, stroke after stroke.
Tom holds onto his legs, drawing them closer to his chest. His hole feels the plunging, seeing the light when the cock head makes contact. Tom was speechless, as the exploring cock was making him feel amazing, it was Steven's cock pleasing him, not his ass pleasuring Steven. It's his hole that was being scratched; Steven's cock was the instrument strumming the strings.
Working harder, Steven moved his ass to a faster rhythm, causing Tom to start to sigh with his glorious moans of pleasure. The room felt warm, as the sweat began to form on his brow, he arms felt the heat, as they started to sweat from the intense workout. Tom's hole was his for now, and he was going to own it.
His cock pumping faster in the covetous receptacle, Tom's moans got louder which was music to Steven's ears. Triggering Steven to the verge of cumming, his breathing became audible, amplifying in the room. "Ah, Yeah" Steven cried out, as he sunk his root in the deepest depths of pleasure. Steven held onto Tom's hips, as he pumped faster, causing Tom's head to turn from side to side.
Tom moaned in tongues, as the cock jammed up his ass, hitting his prostate, his cock twitched and spasmed with every impact as the pearls of sweet nectar erupted from his tip. The steady stream lubed his cock in his sweet nectar, causing it to glisten under the dining room light. Tom continued to hold on, as Steven ravished his ass not missing a beat.
Steven was pistoning in and out of Tom's ass, Tom was screaming in ecstasy each time Steven plunged in further, if that is possible. Steven felt the beginning of the end, as he buried his cock in deep, feeling that uncontrollable feeling inside his cock that signaled his body to respond.
As his balls pulled up into position, the edge was there inside his plunging cock, sending the signal to his body. Starting the chain reaction that led to his final deposit. Steven's body quaked from the onset of breeding that tight ass, the energy erupted inside his body. As the domino effect continued, the explosion coursed through his limbs as the massive thick load felt like it rushed up his balls; down his cock; expanding his urethra to full circumference; as it raced toward the tip of his cock, traveling at light speed as it exploded out of his body. He screamed out in delight as though he felt his cock tip blow up from the force. Tom moaned even louder feeling the impact inside of him, Steven's cock grew inside of him, causing both to tremble. Incoherent words filled the room, arms were flailing as the sweat was dripping off Steven onto Tom.
The sound, the smell, and the taste of sex filled the acrid air as Steven plowed his partner lying on the table. The table squealed from all the different forces being exerted as the two co-existed. Tom lay there as Steven stood panting from the sheer exertion, his body glistened as Tom tried to spread his legs, giving better access to his cock.
With Steven still impaled inside of him, Steven leaned in, squeezing his nips as Tom flailed away on his cock. Steven's body brushed against Tom's smooth balls, bouncing against Steven as Tom manually manipulated himself.
"Harder," moaned Tom, feeling Steven try to squeeze his nipples harder.
Steven looked into Tom's contorted face, watching for signs when he was ready to blow. Tom's breathing grew labored, between his loud moans. Seeing all the signs, Steven gripped down on the nubs, Tom screamed in pain, as his nut juices flew up into the air, landing all around the both of them, in loud thuds. The thick cum erupted high into the air, Tom arched his back as he worked his cock.
Coming down from his post-orgasmic bliss, with Steven's cock embedded inside, Tom's just fucked hole was contracting, making it harder for Steven to pull out. Feeling the dryness as he tugged, Steven's efforts were for naught. Steven pulled, but his cock remained inside, trying to remove his cock, he felt the tight ass gripping. Steven's cock was softening but still felt trapped inside.
Tom wanted to get up, his body was cramping on the table, but couldn't move with the cock still up in his ass. Steven continued to pull, but his cock was hurting, and Tom was hurting. Not being able to move, Steven spat on Tom's ass, working the spit between his cock and the hole with his fingers. Prying the ass open a little more, Steven was feeling his cock starting to move. Spitting more, he worked his fingers, lubing Tom's dried out ass, slowly freeing his lodge cock in Tom's ass.
Tom felt his stomach tighten up, he warned Steven before he passed the gas, allowing Steven enough time to pull his cock out. His pubs and base of his cock were covered in cum, as Tom extruded the load out of his ass. Looking down at the mess, Steven turned without a word, running upstairs directly into the shower.
Feeling a little humiliated, Tom quickly looked down, grabbing a napkin to clean up and hold the rest inside as he made his way to the downstairs bathroom, knowing he wouldn't make it upstairs.
After cleaning up, Steven met Tom downstairs. Making their way to the living room, Steven looked at the tree, saying it can wait till tomorrow, sitting on the couch, inviting Tom to watch TV with him. Tom turned on the TV, only to find a DVD that Mason was watching during Thanksgiving starting to play. Sitting down next to Steven, they both watched as the scenes unraveled, slowly falling asleep in each other arms.
Feeling a draft from the night air, Steven awakens next to Tom, who was cuddling close to keep warm. Admiring Tom's beauty while he looked like a big kid with head on his arm, out to the world. The uninhibited nakedness was so astonishing to Steven's gaze, the natural rawness of prowess that radiated from Tom filled Steve with passions. Feeling the joy of his love welling up inside of him, Steven kissed Tom nudging him gently asking him, "Coming to bed."
Tom tried to cuddle more when Steven stood up, Tom's eyes open as he looked around trying to figure out where he was. Seeing Steven extending his hand, Tom grasped as Steven pulled him to his feet. Standing, Tom stretches, his arms over his head, as Steven drank in his male muscular body. Taking Tom by the hand, he leads the sleeping giant upstairs. Tom stood rubbing his eyes, as Steven pulled down the sheets, helping Tom to bed, Steven pulls the covers up to his chin before crawling into the bed, holding the big lug from behind, inhaling his scent as he drifted off to the sleep with the warmth of Tom next to him.
The morning sun shined brightly through the shades, casting lines across the bedroom, Steven woke his arm still around the handsome naked man in his bed; Tom's scent filled his nostrils, as Steven pulled him even tighter. Feeling that Steven was awake Tom opened his eyes, feeling the arm wrapped around his chest. His hand grasping the hand that held onto him. Gently squeezing, Tom felt the security of Steven's warm body. Smiling, Tom turned to look at his morning beauty to greet him with a , "Good morning."
Turning to kiss Steven on the lips, Tom smiled as he looked into Steven's beautiful eyes. Placing his arm around Steven, Tom pulled him to his chest, holding the man he truly loved. The two held each other, Steven listened to Tom's heart-beat, soothing him as their bodies pressed against each other. Steven turned his back to Tom as Tom held him tightly from behind, staring at the window, seeing the sun welcoming them to another day.
Tom nibbled on Steven's ear, asking if he was hungry for breakfast. Nodding his head, Steven didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed or the tenderness of Tom's arms.
Slipping out of bed, Tom headed to the bathroom to stand in from of the toilet. Steven listened as the spray hit the water, signaling his desire to get up as well. Tom finished his morning piss, when Steven came into the bathroom to stand behind his naked man. He reached around holding Tom's limp cock, as he kissed Tom from behind. Tom stepping to the side, let Steven stand in front of the toilet, reaching for Steven's cock, holding the flowing hose, aiming it for the water, listening to the powerful sounds as the spray hit the water in the bowl. Shaking Steven's cock when he finished, he leaned in for a kiss, before lightly swatting Steven on the butt, as he turned to head out of the bathroom.
Steven turned to follow his handsome husband to the kitchen, making the coffee as Tom was in the refrigerator gathering the fixings for the morning's omelets. Reaching for the apron, Tom placed it over his head, as Steven watched his muscles. Stepping behind Tom, Steven helped tie the apron around his back.
Getting ready to consume the delicious smelling breakfast as they sat at the counter, the two hunks ate their omelets, as Steven talked about decorating the tree. Tom discussed going to the nursery to pick up the pine roping and some evergreen blankets for the house. Steven turned toward the tree, "It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas." Tom placed his hands on top of Steven's thighs, smiling as he rubbed his hands over the top of Steven's hairy thighs. Not wanting to hurt Steven's feeling, when he looked in the direction of the "fugly" tree.
"It would take a miracle," thought Tom looking at the untrimmed tree. Steven started talking about how to decorate as Tom pretended to listen; considering how he could get another tree without hurting Steven's feelings. He sat there thinking about how he could bring up the subject; but decided to just drop it for now, not wanting to rain on Steven's parade.
Tom trying to change the subject brought up the pine rope by asking Steven, "Where do you want the roping?"
Steven sat there pondering, how he wanted it around the door, the front eaves as well as the back patio. He wanted blankets under all the windows in the front. Steven asked him to pick up candles for the front windows as well. Tom leaned in to kiss his naked husband as he stood next to his barstool, before walking upstairs to get dressed.
Steven making a mental list of needing pruners for the tree, as it looked a little wild. He hoped Tom didn't think he was going to decorate the tree looking like that. He wanted an open tree but knew it needed TLC before it appeared anywhere near presentable. Once he had it trimmed, it would have the aesthetics he desired - but deep inside, he knew it was going to take a lot of work. Thankful that Tom had enough trust in him to allow him to bring such an ugly duckling into the house.
Walking into the garage Steven thought it was a little nippy to not be wearing a stitch-of-clothing. He quickly returned to the heated house. He was determined to make this tree work, just like he had other years. Thinking about the fights Barron and he had when he would bring one home. He was glad Tom was so easy going, not saying a word about the ugly tree that he was going to work his magic on. Returning with pruners and a drill, Steven was ready to tackle the big job ahead of him. Placing the tools on the end table, Steven went upstairs to put on a shirt as he didn't want sap over his upper body.
Tom was all bundled up when Steven pulled on his long sleeve tee-shirt. Heading out of the room and down the stairs Tom shook his head, wondering if that's all he is going to wear today, if so he better hurry home so he could get comfortable too.
Tom headed to the garage to pull out the ladder before grabbing his measuring tape. Measuring the door frame; the front windows; Tom then climbed on the roof to measure the length of the eaves; and finally, going to the back patio to measure the porch. Quickly adding up all the dimensions, Tom got in his truck heading toward the nursery. Thinking how he wanted to get a nice shaped tree.
Steven worked on the tree, pruning the long spindly branches, as he drilled holes in the trunk to add extra boughs to fill in the glaring gaps. As he was concentrating on the tree, he thought he heard a truck pull up. Waiting for Tom to come in. Not paying attention, Steven heard a knock on the door. Thinking Tom needed assistance with the door, he opened without looking and returned to the tree.
Hearing Tom was sniffling, Steven knelt as he worked on the lower tree. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," the figure repeated as they stood against the closed door, shocked when he realized it wasn't Tom's masculine voice coming from behind.
He looked up to find Bev crying as she walked towards him with her arms open for a hug. Shocked, Steven stood to turn toward Bev. He accepted her into his arms as she cried on his shoulders. Steven felt a lump in this throat, utterly speechless as tears formed in his eyes, but happy to see Bev.
Excusing himself, Steven quickly galloped up the stairs to grab a pair of gym shorts: immediately stepping into them; dashing downstairs to hug Bev, once again. Continuing to cry as she apologized, Steven was her pillar of strength. She broke down, "The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
Consoling Bev, Steven felt the tears welling up in his eyes slowly fall down his cheeks. He was happy she was there, though hurt that she couldn't tell him.
When Tom arrived home, he noticed Bev's car was parked in the driveway. Parking his truck, he immediately jumped out of his truck, running into the house to find Bev in Steven's arms, as they both cried.
Catching the last phrase, "I don't know who's it is," as Bev continued her outpouring of emotions. "I'm scared, so scared."
As Steven consoled her, he kept repeating, "One day at a time, One day at a time, that's why I'm here."
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