Tom the Fireman Part 69
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As Steven headed up to the lake house to prepare it for the New Year's Eve festivities, he stopped at the fireworks store, getting some for the midnight new year's celebration. Continuing his drive up the winding back roads to the lake that sat on the border of New Jersey and New York.
Opening the door, as it creaked its welcome back home, Steven looked around. He was remembering how he left it many years ago. Though dusty and full of cobwebs, he knew he had the task of making her look beautiful once again.
Feeling the chill from the briskness outside, Steven set the thermostat. Praying it was going to work. Hearing the sleeping giant waken as the heater rattled for the first time in ages. Steven was relieved, hearing the heat expand the ducts as the house creaked to life.
Steven was ready for a disaster as he turned on the hot water heater, allowing it to fill before actually turning it on. Seeing no leaks, he shivered as the house started to warm up, knowing it was going to be quite a chill in the house.
Heading to the sinks, Steven turned on the cold water, hearing the spurting from the pipes as the antifreeze and brown water flowed from the faucet. The house was breathing life and Steven was surprised by the condition of the neglected house.
Once the water heater assured Steven that it was okay, he rolled up his sleeves, starting to clean, knowing this was going to be an exhausting day.
Tom made his way into the city after Vince and Melinda promised him they would take care of the puppy. After several negotiations, Tom felt comfortable with the contract, though he did have to agree that the signature look could not be used outside the company.
As he opened up the city house, Tom sat in the entrance, thinking how much he missed Steven. Walking through the house to make sure everything was ok, Tom sat down looking out the front window. Pulling out his phone, Tom called Bev, "Hey hon, I'm here."
Thrilled, Bev said she would be coming right over, as she hung up the phone, not giving Tom any time to refute her. Tom dialed Steven, but he went to voicemail, "Hi Hon, just wanted to let you know I'm in the city, and miss you. Love you."
Sitting in the room as he looked out the window, Tom waited for Bev to arrive. He saw her in the distance as she made her way to the house. Knocking on the door, Tom got up to let her in, giving Bev a big hug asking, "How was your Christmas?"
"It was wonderful! We were invited over to friends for dinner, it couldn't have been lovelier. Oh, Look, this is a necklace Stan got me!" as Bev pulled the delicate chain showing Tom the necklace with the white gold balls.
"It's lovely," replied Tom, "Did Steven tell you what I got?"
Smiling as she nodded her head, `Yes,' asking "Did you name him yet?"
"I'm down to two names, Bowie or Darwin I'm still deciding," beamed Tom about his puppy. "Melinda is watching him, and will bring him up to the lake house for New Year's Eve."
"Well, I like ...," replied Bev. "We're staying in for New Years. Going to be different not spending it with Steven, but Stan has been hanging around more, plus Steven has you."
"How is it going with Stan?" Tom asked.
"It's going well, I thought it would be weird, knowing he's my ex-husband's brother. Hey, I'm the one that introduced my husband to his first husband, you think I would learn. " Giggling, "I'm still waiting for Stan to tell me he met someone else. And I mean not another woman, if you know what I mean, I seem to have that effect on the men in my life."
Pulling Bev to his chest, as he wrapped his arm around her. "Any man would be lucky to get you, you need to let go of your inner fag hag, and submerge yourself in a straight man."
"I know," replied Bev as she patted Tom's arm. "I think I found him, I truly think I did this time. We'll see when I finally tell him I'm pregnant.
"You haven't told him yet?"
"No, he knows there is a possibility, but I have not yet confirmed it with him. Hell, I'm not even sure he's the father."
Stepping back, Tom held her an arms distance away, giving the Bev a look, not having to say anything.
"It could be Stan, it could be Evan, or it could be a guy named Diego I met on a business trip. How in the hell did I ever get myself in this predicament?"
"Evan, Rex's Evan?"
Nodding her head in confirmation, Tom pulled Bev back into his arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I just assumed it was Stan's."
With tears covering her face, she held onto Tom with all her might, "I haven't told anyone who I thought were possibly the sperm donors, not even Steven, I'm scared I'm going to lose Stan if he finds out. I'm not sure what to do. What was I thinking, a bi-man, a gay man and one a married man, a fuckin' married man, where was my head. Don't you answer," as she looked at Tom's face.
Speechless, Tom held her tightly, letting Bev feel secure in his arms.
"I slept with a married man while on a business trip. He just found out his wife was pregnant and it just happened between us. I was alone in a strange town. Just felt so alone, we talked, and things just went too far. I don't know what I was thinking." Bev rambled, "Gee, I sound like a whore. I can go years without anything, and this one time in my life, I slept with three men in a matter of days. Now I'm paying the consequences. How did I know I was going to get pregnant, I've tried for years, even went to fertility doctor's, and I still was barren.
I figured I couldn't get pregnant and the married guy was so unplanned that no protection was used. Then Evan and I did a quick shagging at your wedding," grimacing from the confession. "He joked about removing the sticks out of my hair and hiking up my skirt before we took your wedding pictures. I had never done anything like that before; shagging another guy's boyfriend - right in the park just feet from everyone else.
It's the same time, Stan and I started to get physical, not knowing if he was into me. I just don't know, I just don't know."
Tom held her, not judging her, but feeling her pain. Leading her to the sofa, Tom sat down, as Bev hung onto him. Tom understood how frighten Bev really was, letting down her guard as she bared her emotions. Listening to Bev's sobs, as she cried herself to sleep in Tom's arms.
When the doorbell rang, Tom delicately extracted himself from under Bev. Making sure she was resting comfortably before answering the door. Relieved to see Stan outside, Tom invited him in.
Stan a little concerned asked "Is Bev here?" as he leaned in for a peck on the cheek and a hug.
Nodding `Yes,' Tom saw the relief in Stan's face, pointing toward the living room, whispering, "She fell asleep."
Walking to the sleeping beauty, Stan gently woke her. "Are you alright?" as he leaned down showing his concern.
Bev slowly opened her eyes as she heard the tenderness in Stan's voice. Smiling as he was a welcome sight, she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, "I'm fine. I was just a little tired, I've been tired a lot lately."
"Well, let's go home and let Tom get his rest, he has a big day tomorrow," comforted Stan, as he helped her to her feet.
"Thank you," she said to Tom as she hugged him, as she was being led to the door by Stan. Tom smiled winking at her, as he shut the door behind them. His mind was reeling from the news. Shocked, he sat back in his armchair contemplating what Bev had just told him. He wished he could help, but knew Bev would figure it out herself, landing on her feet like she usually does.
Picking up his phone, he thumbed through the galleries on his phone, finding Steven, he pressed his phone number, wanting to tell him how much he missed him. As the phone rang, Tom was ready to hang up. Thinking Steven was busy with the cabin, Tom heard a "hello." Grateful to hear Steven's voice on the other end. Tom asked his partner, "How are you doing?"
"I'm standing here in sweats, the cabin is finally warm enough that I could remove my coat. The hot tub is filling up, I'm gonna test it out to see if it leaks." Steven explained as he lifted up his arm, smelling his manly musk and sweat.
"I just wanted you to know I'm missing you and I love you," Tom blurted out, thinking of Steven in his sweatpants. "Do you have underwear on?"
"No, I just changed into them, as it was getting too warm, and the jeans were uncomfortable."
"Reach in your sweatpants and touch your cock for me," asked Tom.
Laughing how ridiculous it sounded, Steven played along, telling Tom, "I am touching my cock for you."
"Is it hard?" Steven heard on the other end.
"It's just hanging," replied Steven.
"Make it hard for me,"" commanded Tom.
Hearing the `Humpf' on the other end of the line, Tom, reached down to unzip his pants. "The thought of you commando in sweatpants makes me hot."
"Oh, yeah? Well, why don't you go out to your truck and put on the uniform I placed in the tool bin of your truck, and video call me back," Steven requested before hanging up the phone.
Tom sat there, "What uniform?" he thought he would have noticed something when he went for his suitcase to bring inside. Zipping up his pants, Tom put on his coat, walking to the curb, opening the tool bin in the bed. Surprised that he didn't see it there was a tattered cardboard box. Retrieving the box from the tool bin, Tom locked the truck back up, before carrying the box into the house.
Setting the box down on the table before opening it, he found an old fire coat as well as an old helmet. Stripping down, Tom removed his clothes. As he stood there naked, he put on the fire jacket before placing the helmet on his head. Sitting back down in the chair, Tom spread his legs, as he started a video call to Steven.
When Steven answered, he was sitting in an armchair shirtless, wearing the sweatpants, giving Tom a good view of his goods. "Hello, Fireman Tom, how are you?"
"I'm doing well tonight, how is Mr. Steven doing tonight?"
"He's burning up inside, he needs to see Fireman Tom's hose."
Readjusting himself in the armchair in the living room, Tom rested his phone on the coffee table. Giving Steven the view he requested. With Steven on speaker phone, Tom took his cock in his hand to slowly massage the semi-hard hose that hung between his legs."
"I like," Steven smiled as he watched Tom manhandle the hose.
"Yeah, you like, you want Fireman Tom's hose?"
"I sure do, I have a fire deep inside of me that Fireman Tom needs to put out."
"Oh, really, why don't you show Fireman Tom this fire?"
Pulling down his sweats, Steven sat with his legs over the arm of the chair. Slowly pulling on his cock, "I like what I see." As he lifted his ass to be viewed on the phone. Pointing with his other hand, "It's in here."
"Why don't you wet your finger for Fireman Tom and stick in it the oven and tell Fireman Tom how hot it is?"
Placing his finger to his lips, Steven seductive sucked the tip before slowly slipping into his mouth. Pulling out the glistening finger, Steven looked directly into his phone at Tom's face, placed the slimy finger at the entrance of his puckered hole. Spreading the hole with the other hand, Steven cooed, as the finger slowly entered inside of him. Listening to Tom's sighs of encouragement. "Fireman Tom, it feels scorching."
"I think you need to slick up Fireman's Tom with that hot mouth of yours," as Tom spat into his palm, looking at Steven fingering himself. Tom palmed his sensitive cock head with the spit, as Tom's cock started to glisten as he slid his slick hand down the ample shaft. "Maybe I need to poke this equipment in there to feel the temperature."
"Oh, yes, Fireman Tom, I need you to take my temperature, I'm burning up for you," as Steven stuck his finger in further.
"Lick your finger, so you can go deeper. Feel the real fire deep inside you," ordered Tom.
Pulling his finger out of his ass, Steven opened his mouth to soak his finger with spit before returning to his hole. Circling the rosebud with his fingertip, Steven looked straight at the camera, as he took the plunge deep inside, audibly moaning for Tom to hear.
"How does it feel in there?" Tom asked as he stroked his cock watching Steven finger his ass for him.
"It's on fire, he needs Fireman Tom to put it out."
"Fireman Tom needs to place his house inside, He wants to feel your tight ass wrapped around his big cock as he pushes into you. He needs to find that hot spot."
"Oh, that would feel so good, explore my hole, Fireman Tom."
"Oh, I want to explore it deeper, I want to feel that warm velvety wet hole surround my dripping wet flag pole as I impaled you balls deep."
"Oh, yes do it! Do It, Mr. Fireman, tell me how you want to fuck my aching my hole."
Spitting on his hand, Tom returned to stroking, "I want to feel how hungry your ass is for my cock. I want to hear you moan as I take you balls deep. I need to you hear how you crave my cock deep inside of you. I need to fuck your tasty ass! Claim it as mine, as I push to the hilt filling you from my fireman's hose."
Steven's body started to quake, looking at Tom laying back in the armchair with the fire coat laid open. His hairy chest exposed along with his abs, the pleasure trail leading down the monmouth cock that jutted up from between his muscular thighs. Watching Tom spit on his hand, wrapping his palm around the cockhead making it glisten as he stroked his throbbing cock, was making Steven desire to be fucked by this fine specimen even hotter. Steven hungered what Tom offered and needed to feel it soon. Steven kept pumping his glistening finger in and out of his on-fire hole. His dripping cock bouncing freely in the air.
"Spit on your fuckin' cock and stroke the baby as you finger your fuckin' hot hole," Tom sneered.
Wanting to please Tom anyway he could, Steven lifted the hand that spread his exposed hole, and spit before slowly palming his solid rod obediently. Tom mouth drooled as he was getting a front-row view of Steven fingering himself while jerking on his cock.
"Ah, nice, suck on two fingers and insert them fingers into your ass."
Steven complied as he pulled the finger from his ass. Sticking two in his mouth, allowing his mouth to lube glistening digits before thrusting them into his ass. Moaning as Tom stroked while watching his partner.
"Ah yes, Mr. Fireman likes what he sees, Tell Fireman Tom how hot you are?"
"I need Fireman's Tom hose up my ass, it feels so much better. I need Fireman Tom to pump his big load up my fucking ass, making it his. I want to hear Fireman Tom tell how good I am, and how good I make him feel."
"You're making me feel so fucking horny! Watching you play with your ass is making Fireman Tom extremely hot. Just look at how your cock is responding with each thrust in your ass, I can see you dripping from here. Tell me how much I make you drip."
"Oh Fireman Tom, you are the best, your cock belongs up my ass, your big fucking cock banging inside my hungry hole. Oh, breed me Fireman Tom, I want all of you in me. Show me how much you like fucking my ass!"
As Tom watched the ecstasy on Steven's face as he plunged his fingers into his ass deeper. Tom cock was hard as a rock. The steel rod felt good in his hand, but knew it was better if it could replace those fingers. Tom was craving the tight hole. He wanted to take Steven balls deep and then some. He knew he needed that hole, and he was going to plant his seed deep inside. "You crave my fuckin' cock, you can't get enough of it?"
"Oh, yes Fireman Tom, my ass is yours to take. I'm here to please your cock, let me feel your manliness deep inside me. Make me be one with you!" As Steven's head bent back into the chair, the sensations were causing waves of euphoria crashing through his body. His thoughts were entirely on Tom's cock up his yearning ass. Steven pumped faster into his ass, as he continued to stroke his swollen cock for Tom.
"Yeah, finger your hole. Stroke you fucking cock. You're making Fireman Tom hot."
Stroking his cock while hearing those explicit words, Steven's face contorted, he felt himself getting near. Not wanting to cum until he knew Tom was satisfied.
Tom stroked his cock while seeing his naked husband pleasure himself at Tom's commands. He knew he wasn't going to hold back much longer. The sight of Steven on his phone was taking him to the edge. His body was overheating in the massive fire coat, and his head was soaked under the fire hat. Tom reached for his erect nipples tugging them, as he watched Steven. "Yeah, pump that fucking cock. You make Fireman Tom one hot fucker."
"Oh, yeah, give me your cock Fireman Tom, tell me how good your cock feels in my hole. Tell me you're going to breed me, claim my hole as yours."
"I own that hole, only Fireman Tom's cock fucks that hole. That hole feels so good wrapped around Fireman Tom's cock. Fireman Tom wants to bust his nut deep inside." Tom was starting to breathe hard as he flailed his cock, watching his husband. Watching Steven shuddered, Tom felt his nuts pull up inside of him. Crying out in ecstasy, he couldn't fight the urge as the flood gates opened. The pleasurable tide was sweeping over his body, as it quaked, convulsing where he sat. Tom screamed at the top of his lungs into the room, as his body bucked on camera, release rope after rope of cum flying into the air. His seed landing everywhere around him, causing dark spots on the coat. Tom kept jerking, draining his balls, as the last of his seed dripped down his fingers.
Steven cried out, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god!" watching Tom explode on his screen, hearing Tom's banshee cries only fueled the desire to blast his load. With Tom slit-eyed watching his screen, Steven's face contorted. His mouth formed an `O' as he brows furrowed. Steven breathing was labored as he felt the wave overcome him. Finding his voice, he cried out as he flailed his cock while almost inserting his fist into his ass. As cum flew everywhere, Steven was satiated.