Tom the Fireman Part 65
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Steven was winding down on his workday. Staring at the same line that represented a wall in his Revit program, he was no longer able to concentrate on the project at hand. Calling it quits to his workday, he closed the office early, allowing his secretary to go home. Steven locked up before heading to his truck. A smile appeared on his face as he drove closer to the firehouse, looking forward to this evening. Parking his truck, Steven was greeted by a big husband. His husband excitedly quickly ran out of the firehouse to greet him, seeing Tom's smile from ear to ear made him feel special. Giving Tom a quick peck on the cheek, Tom placed his arm around him as the two walked toward the firehouse.
Tom quickly introduced Steven to the other spouses of the workers and volunteers, as the excitement filled the air. The preparations were just about to get underway, as several of the women were unpacking the costumes before ironing them. The dark red velvet suit of Santa Class, the matching Christmas dress of Mrs. Santa Clause, and the green elf suits.
Asking for volunteers, Steven joined the spouses of the other characters, helping load the elf sacks with candy for the children. Introducing himself, the women took a liking to him, as he felt comfortable in their realm, unpacking the candy as they talked about the Christmas tree lighting at the public square. Steven was helping with the decorations before Thanksgiving, regretting he missed the event when they went to Easton for the candle lighting.
Joel's wife poured the eggnog, as they chatted away. Spiking a few of the drinks as she handed them to the other spouses. Laughter could be heard throughout the firehouse, as it was coming alive for the holidays. With all the social stimuli going, several of the firemen's children ran excited around the parking lot. Excited about the evening's events and the idea of getting candy. Bragging how they get to see Santa first, as they knew Mark was going to be Santa, vying for his attention as he talked with the others.
With the women bringing them the freshly ironed costumes, the men were busy horse playing trying to embarrass the others in front of the women. Joel called out to Mark, asking if he was wearing his wife's underwear, as they turned to see the skimpy material, he was wearing underneath. As his wife came in, one of the men ran up behind him to pull down his underwear. As Mark turned around to pull them up, seeing several of the firemen's wives standing there, giggled at their foolishness.
Of course, crude comments came from the guys, talking about balls, poles and short-horned bucks. Joel's wife found Tom standing only in his underwear. She handed him the tights, tunic and elf hat along with the candy cane striped socks. She stole glances at his prominent package, fanning herself when she returned to the social hall to join the other spouses. With a swooning smile that would dampen her panties, making Joel one happy man tonight; her eyes twinkled from viewing Tom's religion in a new pair of pouched underwear as he graciously accepted the revealing tight outfit. Her telltale smile couldn't be veiled as she apparently was fantasizing her dime-store romance with her favorite Calendar pin-up.
Standing in the locker room in his tight boxer briefs, he pulled on the thermal long-sleeved Henley. The other wives, stepped to the doorway, getting a glimpse of what Joel's wife was very flustered about. With the tight shirt donning Tom's muscles, they stared at the calendar stud, before being "caught" by their less-endowed husbands. Feeling disappointed, they returned to the social hall cackling before Tom stepped into the green tights, giving them a show, they were dying to see. If he thought the thermal underwear wouldn't look bulky, he would have worn them under the green stockings, but Tom knew his inner elf could brave the brisk stepping into the first leg, pulling the stretchy material up to his knee, hugging his muscular calf as he leaned over placing his foot into the other leg. Looking up, Tom smiled to his lady admirers, as they returned unchaperoned but quickly turning when they got caught by the object they were admiring. Pulling the waistband to his crotch, Tom shimmied his ass as he pulled the sheer green material to his hips, every leg muscle was pronounced as he checked himself out, getting a few mocking catcalls from his fellow co-workers. Looking into the mirror, Tom wore his bulge proudly, as the guys commented about giving Joel some competition. With all eyes on both, Joel pulled the stockings up his legs, his bulge was obscenely outlined in the green tights.
Jokingly Joel reached for his crotch, shaking it Tom, as the locker room roared at their antics. Feeding into the lighthearted debauchery, Joel reached for Tom' s hand as the two pranced through the locker room like a couple of fairies', causing the onlookers to bust a gut hysterically at the two men holding hands while wearing the obscene green tights. Not to be left out, Skeets joined between the two, as they did their best Wizard of OZ impression of easing on down the road. With several men joking that they will be officially on sex offender list going out in public like that.
Receiving several ass groping from the bystanders during their frolic, the men returned to their respective lockers, each proud of the package they displayed. As three other elves feeling less secure quickly dressed in their tunics trying to hide their embarrassing package, as the three were obviously the blessed ones of the group.
Santa not wanting to be outdone by his subordinates, had the two big bucks stand next to him, as Skeets took pictures with his phone, all posing with there with smiles, as Skeets snapped away. Feeling a little cheeky or cocky Santa reached down, grabbing both baskets as Skeets stood with his phone capturing the behind the scenes event.
As the horseplay died down, Tom slipped the tunic over his head, the bottom barely covering his prominent bulge. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought something was missing as he couldn't go out in public handing children like this. As the other five dressed, they started to protest, knowing something wasn't right. One questioning, "Is this a family event or a gay pride float?"
The women looked a little worried as the six men stood there, returning to the boxes, they were looking for the rest of the costume as the elf boots were definitely missing. Noticing a box hidden in the corner, the one volunteer opened announcing she found more of the festive holiday costumes, as she pulled on the puffy green shorts that went over the top of the green stockings. Looking at the tags, she handed them out to the men. Relieved that the costume wasn't as revealing as they thought, the elves stepped into the plush green shorts. With a more acceptable attire, the men felt more comfortable hiding their manhood as they pulled the waistbands up, then buttoning the legs just at the knee, giving them a classic elf look.
Joel's wife, re-entered the locker room, caring the elf-boots, handing them to the guys to wear over their shoes. With the costumes complete, the spouses joined in for a group photo before the annual festivities would begin.
The women laugh as the men were disheveled with parts of their tunic in their green velvet pants, they helped the men with their tunics, giving them a professional touch as the men felt relief being removed from the naughty sex predators list.
Feeling more respectable the men kept up their antics as they held hands, skipping around, the women laughing, taking pictures or videotaping the `pre-Santa is coming' gala.
After getting decently dressed, the men gather for a group picture, putting their arms around each other's shoulders. Santa eventually joined them along with Mrs. Santa Claus and the two other elves. As they started to get into Character, Steven was introduced to the crew: robust Marc, who would be Santa Claus; Skeets, an elf; Marcy, Mrs. Santa Claus; Leon, an elf; Joel, an Elf; Tim, an Elf; Juanita, an elf; Alicia, an elf; Tyron, an elf and Tom, an elf as well.
The children were called into the social hall to take pictures with the characters, all wearing big smiles as they were anxious to ride the fire trucks as Santa was being pulled on the float behind the big fire engines.
Steven was in the locker room with the other volunteers, helping them get dressed in their costumes. Laughing as he was assisting Tom to get dressed, Tom stripped down to his thermals, as the chief came in with the box. Shaking his head in disbelief, Tom pulled on the tights. The guys were all asking why they volunteered each year. Stepping into the green tights, Tom was prancing around like a fairy, as Joel joined hands to skip back and forth. The volunteers were laughing as they held up their cell phones snapping shots or filming the frolicking.
Joining the group, was Reverend Lynch, joking with the guys how good their legs looked in tights as he made an awful face, the children laughing, as Reverend Lynch poked lighthearted fun at the characters. Quieting the crowd, he led the group in prayer, praying for their safety tonight as they greet the residence while handing out the candy. With the reverends blessing, the characters headed to the float, while the firemen and the children got into the fire trucks. Santa took his seat in the sleigh next to Mrs. Claus, as the elves sat on the edge, so they could quickly get off to distribute their wares.
The sirens sounded as they headed off to the first neighborhood, signaling the residents to come out to greet Santa as the elves handed candy to the children, disabled and elderly. Riding in the sleigh, Santa wore a big smile, waving as he passed by, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. At his side, Mrs. Santa Claus was waving to the spectators, and making sure to hand the elves another sack with candy, if theirs emptied.
Steven stayed behind at the firehouse, helping set up for the meal afterward. The women started to work side by side with Steven. He rolled up his sleeves, as they began to cook, as he was the rooster in the proverbial hen-house. These were the women who unselfishly gave of themselves if there was a big fire, feeding the men afterward. As they cackled while they drank the spiked eggnog, they got a little more brazen, wanting to know about Tom's legendary firehose.
Being cornered, Steven was asked, do you have a picture of it on your phone? Looking dumbfounded, Steven wasn't sure at first what she was asking, trying to skirt the topic, when a second joined in ganging up on Steven. Answering `no', Steven didn't satisfy their curiosity. Steven returned to the grill, concentrating on cooking, as his husband's inquisitive admirers wanted to know.
Nearly choking, when asked which one of them was the wife in the marriage. Steven thought he would have a little fun, not telling what they wanted to hear. He made sure they knew he was the rooster in the marriage, as the hens cackled listening to the illicit details of two guys making love.
Being asked straight out, "Have you ever been with a woman? How do you know you don't like it? You haven't been with the right woman, as the women let their hair down, wanting to understand the dynamics between two men."
Telling the women, "I was married for several years. But after a few years we divorced, she later introduced me to my first partner, who was her boyfriend at the time, she just thought we both would get along, and she was so right."
The women's mouths dropped, not sure whether or not to believe their new gay buddy. Skirting around the questions, for the most part, Steven was not ready when the meek one of the inquiring group coyly asked, "Which one of our husband's do you find hot?" Steven looked around, only having met Joel, and seeing two of the other short-horned elves, Steven was sweating, knowing he had to be careful with what he said.
"Skeets," replied Steven, as the women rolled their eyes.
"He's not married, we think he's gay," blurted out one of the women, "He doesn't count." As she was not satisfied with the answer.
"It's hard to say, I don't know who your husbands are," trying to duck the question.
With a phone thrust into his face, the one wife, asked, "Do you find my husband hot?"
Seeing the naked husband, Steven didn't want to answer, "Knowing the husbands would be in trouble depending on how he answered it."
Mulling over, I think you're the better half' or he's hot.' He knew either answer would be twisted, trying to find the safe way out,
With another one, opening up her phone, shoving it in his face, Steven saw her husband at the beach, knowing he wasn't his type, he started sweating again, not wanting to compare the two husbands, which did nothing for him sexually.
A third one joined in, pick one of those two, and then I'll show you mine, and you can choose.
Smelling the food was almost ready, he excused himself, saying he would answer later, wanting to avoid the women, as he made sure the food didn't burn. Turning he felt a hand on his ass, as he turned to look he heard, "I just had to feel that ass, did anyone ever tell you, you have a hot ass?"
Turning red with embarrassment Steven handed the spatula to the lady, if you could call her that, saying, "I have to use the restroom," as he made a beeline. Returning with one of the husbands, he felt safer with him, as the two cooked together, keeping the hens at bay.
Tom was walking to the group of children, handing out candy, Joel was next to him, when a six-year came out of nowhere, head-butting Joel like a ram, straight to the groin. Falling down to the ground, holding onto the affected area, the kid ran back behind his parents, as Joel rolled around on the ground trying to fight back any profanities that were going through his mind. Looking up, he saw the parents grinning, as they said nothing to the child. Slowly getting up off the ground, Joel limped back to the float, sitting as the pain subsided.
When they turned a corner, Tom was the first to see the boy in the wheelchair, Santa called for the float to halt when Tom rolled the boy to the sleigh, where Santa jumped down, hugging the boy, asking what he wanted for Christmas. The excited boy clapped his hands together as he was shrieking, happy to see that Santa Claus stopped to see him. Santa was reaching into his bag to give the excited boy a gift, causing the boy to shriek again. The parents genuinely thanking Santa as tears of joy ran down their faces that their son got a hug and a gift from Santa Claus, endlessly thanking them as they wheeled the boy back to the sidewalk.
Santa wiped his eye when he returned to sit down, watching the boy as they moved forward. Tom seeing the joy in the boy's face rubbed his watering eyes, knowing that they just made that boy's day. Tom smiled as he walked back to the float, on to the next neighborhood.
With the cool breeze picking up, Tom could feel the wind through his garments, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, he tried to keep happy thoughts. Getting to the next neighborhood, Tom got up, jumping up and down to warm himself, before handing the candy out the spectators, listening to Santa wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.
Riding past the mobile home, which sat back from the road, Tom noticed a light on the porch, there stood a brother and sister, watching for Santa. Knowing the family, Tom asked for them to stop. Asking Santa to follow him. Tom handed them some candy, as their parents watched from the doorway. Turning to Santa, asking if he had a gift for them. Santa reached in gleaming from ear to ear as he pulled out two warm, smart looking jackets, handing them to the boy and girl. Turning toward their parents, the children looked at them, seeing them nodding their heads, the generously accepted the warm coats, running into the house.
"God bless you!" was heard from the doorway, as Tom and Santa turned to leave. Santa placed his arm around Tom, thanking him for buying the coats for the needy family.
"Thank you, for making them believe," as they walked back to the float, arms around each other. Helping Santa onto the sleigh, Tom sat down next to Joel asking how he felt.
"Better, much better. I just didn't see it coming, didn't think a six-year old could be so strong, to bring me to my knees," replied Joel.
"That was one good shot, I felt it for you," Tom smirked as he patted Joel's thick muscular thigh, realizing this is first time touching Joel. Feeling himself getting excited, but telling himself to think of nuns and dead puppies as they continued into the evening.
Stopping at an elderly couple's house, who have fallen on bad times this year, Santa walked up to their front door, with Tom, his elf. As the husband, slowly made it the door, he smiled seeing Santa and his elf. Santa stood at the door, handing the retired ex-marine an envelope. Confused, the old man, replied, "I don't have any money."
Santa replied, "This is for you! Go ahead and open it."
As the elderly man, accepted the envelope with shaking hands, he tried to open the gift, but his motor skills of the World War II vet shook, dropping the present from Santa. It was Tom who reached down to gather the envelope off the ground to hand it back to the old man. As he tried to tear the flap of the envelope, his wife came to the door to offer assistance. As they pulled the paper from its shredded protector, he tried to read it. Frustrated, he handed the paper to his wife, as she read it aloud to him. Santa smiled from ear to ear, as he listened to his wife, not really paying attention to the words as she read them aloud.
She re-read the letter to herself, his lips moving, as her hands started to shake from the excitement. While the gleam in her old eyes shone through, as she looked at her husband, she looked at Santa and Tom, we've been married 70 years. Reading the letter once again, she shook as she tried to tell her hard of hearing husband, that Santa is giving them a new heater this year.
She asked Santa to come closer, as she placed her arms around him, hugging him, as tears flowed down her eyes. "Thank, you, Thank you, what a wonderful gift, I can't thank you enough."
"You already did," replied Santa as he held her close to his body, feeling her tremble.
Her husband stared at his wife, wondering what she said. She turned toward her husband, looking at Santa, you know he's almost deaf in his one ear, from a bomb going off close by. Looking into her husband's blue eyes, she stood on her tiptoes, yelling into his ear, they are getting a new heater. Almost losing balance, as he grabbed the letter, reading the announcement, he saluted Santa, thanking him for being so generous with them."
Tom helped them get in their house, as the happy couple's eyes shined of the Christmas spirit. Not wanting the two good Samaritans to leave, but Santa promised to come back and check on them. Satisfied, they stood at the door, watching the man in red, with his green helper walk their way up the graveled driveway, returning to the flashing lights on the road.
Santa unaware what the letter contained, asked Tom, "Who are these people who donated all these gifts?"
Tom just walked next to Santa, shrugging his shoulders, as they got on the float driving to the next neighbor.
As the evening continued, Tom and Santa gave more gifts to the needy. As the driver headed back to the firehouse, the elves were freezing, as the temperatures dropped. Not wearing much under the tights, Tom could feel the severe shrinkage, looking forward to a warm meal as he socialized with the fireman and members of the auxiliary.
As they returned, Tom ran into the firehouse wanting to warm up. As the characters started to form the line, the other fell into place, filling their plates before sitting down with their coworkers, family, and friends.
As they communed together, Reverend Lynch banged his spoon against the glass, the sound could be heard as the room quieted down. Reverend Lynch said another prayer as they got ready to eat the nutritious food for these people who unselfishly give to the community.
Steven sat next to Tom, placing his hand on the green tights, happy to be with his man and this community. Tom leaned over to kiss him, thanking him for helping tonight, "You don't know how much this meant to me." Steven leaned against Tom saying, "I made some new friends and how welcoming they were."
After the dinner, Tom sat there totally happy as he watched Steven with his new-found lady friends. Chatting up Steven as they stole glances of his husband. Tom felt the warm fuzzies, as he watched Steven.
As the night wore on Tom rescued Steven from the hen-house, putting his arm around him, as they walked to their trucks. Steven oblivious to Tom's costume, as they both drove home. As they both got out of their respective vehicles, Tom placed his arm around Steven as they walked back to the house. Fumbling for the keys he opened the door, giving Steven a quick peck, "Thank you."
Steven took Tom by the hand, leading him upstairs. Pulling down the covers, Steven walked over to Tom, removing the tunic, as he invited him to bed. Tom reached down to start removing his garments, when Steven stopped him, "I just want to cuddle all night with my elf."
With those words, Tom climbed in bed, leaned over to kiss Steven good-night, turning on his side to turn out the light, Tom felt Steven's arms wrap around him as he whispered, "Goodnight, I love you."
Clenching Steven's hands on his chest, Tom whispered back, "I love you too, thank you."
Pulling Tom closer to his chest, "You're welcome."
Tom glowed as the generous man who saved the communities Christmas held him from behind.