That night was the first time that I'd ever had my cock sucked, by another man!
My name is Robert Conway and usually get called Bob which I've come to accept. My wife Sally had just had her shower and was getting dressed while I had mine, when the phone rang. She answered it of course and came into the bathroom just as I stepped out of the shower.
`That was Sue,' she began. Sue was one of her friends that went out walking in the morning to give her dog his exercise along with Julie and Carol, though the latter didn't have a dog but went along for the exercise on Saturdays and Sundays. Our dog was named K9 which Sally at first objected to me calling him that, but was now used to me calling him by that name and so it's stuck. I always used it as part of a joke when asking people if H2O was water, what was K9P. Not many people could give the answer which was dog's piss.
It seems I misunderstood, Bob,' she continued. It's girls only tonight.'
Bollocks!' I said from under the towel. I was looking forward to going out.' We didn't go out that often and it was a chance to be given a lift where I could then have a decent drink. Well I'm still going to go out,' I said as I continued to dry myself. I rather fancied having an Indian tonight,' though I finished up with an Englishman. `Which one are you going to?' I asked.
`The one on A sector,' Sally replied, finishing off her dressing as I went into the bedroom.
Where we lived was a Spanish urbanisation called Camposol in Southern Murcia and was divided up into four sectors, A, B, C and D, the last being where we lived. When we'd first came here, the only shops and restaurants were up on A sector, but with more building being done, we now had the same on B sector. The city council, in their wisdom, when seeing to a four lane highway to link up the town of Mazarron with other towns, put this highway smack through Camposol, dividing A sector from the other three. It gave more business to the shops on B but deprived A from those of us living on the other side of this new highway.
`Then I'll go to the Indian place on B,' I said as I got dressed.
A car horn sounded outside which said that her lift was there and she gave me a kiss and went out. I told K9 to look after the house and that I wouldn't be gone long, and soon followed her out, locking the front door behind me.
I drove up to B sector and parked the car as close to the shops and bars and walked to the restaurant that I'd not eaten in before. It was only eight o'clock and the place only had a couple of tables with diners and I saw a man just sit down at the small bar at the far end. So I waved the waiter away and made my way down to the bar and sat down on the only other stool at this bar and ordered a beer, the same as the other man had just been served with.
`Menu?' he asked me as he picked up one that was on the far side of him and offered it to me.
Yes, thanks,' I said. I've not eaten in here before,' taking the menu from him.
I have,' he said. It's not bad. A bit cheaper than the other one, but the food's just as good.' I opened and looked at my menu as he did the same to his. It was basically the same as that other one but with different names and the prices were reasonable. `What sector do you live on?' he asked after a few minutes.
`D sector, D 20,' I said.
I'm on D 12. One of those semi detached two bed roomed jobs. My name is John Greenwood,' he said, offering me his hand. I gave it a shake with mine, giving him my name. Live alone?' he asked. I shook my head.
`No. I'm married, though I've been deserted for the evening. My wife, Sally, has gone off with the girls for a meal. They're eating up on A.'
So's mine,' he said with a laugh. That place will be a proper hen house with all those clucking chickens. With both of us being abandoned, shall we sit at the same table?' he asked.
`Why not,' I replied, finishing off my beer and got off the stool as he did and followed the hovering waiter to a table set for two. As we sat down with our menus, a few more people came into the restaurant and were seated. A table of four, one of six and two for two sets of women.
We gave our individual orders to the waiter though we agreed to share the rice for he said that they always give you far too much for one and it was more than enough for two. We also had a bottle of the house red wine to share between us. We had another two beers served as well while we waited for our meal.
Do you know,' John said, leaning forward, lowering his voice to a whisper. When two women sit together, nobody gives them a second thought, but when two men do, they automatically assume that they are gay. You're not gay, are you?'
No,' I said, are you?'
`Well half. I'm actually bi-sexual, but don't let that put you off,' he said with a laugh. It didn't, but it gave me food for thought, especially when we'd finished our meal and he asked if I would like to stop and have coffee and a brandy at his place. After four beers, half a bottle of wine and the few drinks I'd had earlier, I was in a mellow mood and agreed. We split the tab between us and left the restaurant and as we walked to where all the cars were parked, I noticed that he walked with a limp.
`Bad leg?' I asked.
`After a fashion. Got it in the service,' he replied.
`Army?'
No. London Fire Brigade. Tell you about it later,' he said as he stopped by black Honda. This is my car. Where's yours?'
`Just over there. The dirty Ford.'
`Well follow me,' he said as he got in and I went over to mine and got in and pulled out of the car park and settled in behind him. We actually drove past my house when we reached D sector and shortly stopped outside what was his place, a few hundred yards from mine but on the other side of the main road and one street in.
I can't stay long,' I said to him as I followed him up the steps to his house. The dog's on his own and I really should be there before the wife gets back.'
`Well it's only just gone nine so we've time for a couple before you have to go,' he said as he opened the front door and led me into his lounge.
It wasn't as big as mine but had a sofa and two arm chairs, sideboard and a television and a few knick knacks on the shelves either side of the fire place.
Sit yourself down,' he said. Coffee. Black or white?'
I opted for black with half a spoon of sugar and sat down on the sofa as he went off into the kitchen and put the kettle on, limping as he went and was soon back with two glasses of brandy, one which he gave to me. By then, the kettle was boiling, so he made the coffee and brought these in too.
`Phew. It's bloody hot tonight,' he said and took off his shirt and threw it onto the opposite chair. You look hot too. Why don't you take yours off?' We were dressed almost the same, shirt, trousers and sandals, no socks and I was indeed feeling hot, having sweat rolling down my chest already. It was a relief to take the shirt off and drape it over the back of the sofa.
We both smoked and so we sat there drinking our coffee and sipping at the brandy and lit up our cigarettes.
`You were going to tell me about your leg and the Fire Brigade,' I prompted him.
`Yes. It was something that I'd always wanted to be, a fireman. They wouldn't take me until I was eighteen so I did a few other jobs until then and joined. It was bloody hard training but I did well and was eventually made fireman and went to the Camden station, in London,' he said and I nodded, knowing the fire station there.
`I'd been with them ten years, four months and fifteen days until this particular warehouse fire. It wasn't a big warehouse nor was it a big fire but one in one of the small little industrial estates. One story but several lock up places joined like a row of terraced houses.
The fire had started in the third one in and while two other hoses were working on the lock-ups either side, I was the leading hose on the main fire, that is I held the nozzle with one of my mates behind me, holding me up and the hose from the pressure of water that was coming out.
We were inside the building and I was directing the hose into the base of some flames of a small room without knowing that it was, for the people who worked there, their own little canteen of sorts. They'd also had a small gas cylinder there for a gas ring they had, but we didn't know this either. Of course, with the place on fire and all the flames and smoke, I didn't see the cylinder until it was too late. What with it being heated from the fire and then to be suddenly sprayed with cold water, the fucking thing exploded.
I suppose I was lucky in one respect that most of the cylinder in its exploding, went outwards from the water spray, except for one piece. This ripped into my inner thigh and knocked us both over and I lost hold of the hose as I fell and I think, knocked out, for with my next recollection, I was outside. My trousers were shredded and two men were holding my legs apart and pressing hard onto this right one. I think I was in too much shock to feel any pain at the time and lay there with them holding me down and trying to stop the bleeding, or so they told me later.
Well the ambulance came and took me off to hospital, being sedated on the short journey as they cut away the rest of my trousers. I was rushed into emergency where they spent four hours working on me and they saved my leg, and my life. The drawback to this was that they lost several of the leg muscles which left me with this limp. Look, let me show you the scar,' and stood up and pulled off his trousers and I was pleased to note that he was wearing underpants. The trousers were thrown over on top of the shirt as he sat down beside me and stretched out his right leg.
It looked a bit of a mess. The scarred tissue running down from his groin to the knee, puckered and showing quite white against his brown, sunburnt skin that surrounded it.
`I was in hospital for three months, lying there, drips in my arms as they kept checking to see that I didn't get any infection in the wound. I had many visits from my mates and the chief, who got a bollocking for not having checked out that the place had a gas bottle inside. Well, it wasn't his fault that they couldn't get hold of anyone from the building to tell us of this.
Anyway, I was finally discharged from the hospital and it was Gypsy Rose who came to help me to my flat. Gypsy Rose was this fireman's station nickname, and when he wasn't on watch, which was the same as mine, red watch, he was a male stripper, doing the clubs and hen parties, hence the name.
My station name was Vicar. That was because on my first day there, I turned up with this light sweater that was black with this white collar and a black bomber jacket, and one of the others shouted out that the vicar had arrived and they'd better watch the swearing, so that became my name on watch, Vicar.
Well, he helped me home to my flat and got me upstairs, a task that nearly killed me, having to lean on him to get up those stairs because I couldn't use the crutches they'd given me. He got me into the bedroom and undressed me and helped me onto the bed.
With all my body movements since leaving the hospital ward, my dressings had partly come adrift. Now we were all trained in basic Medicare and so he got some fresh dressings and pulled the old ones off. He gasped at the sorry sight of my leg as he got the fresh ones ready.
"That's some todger you've got there," he said as he used the back of his hand to keep it clear of the wound. "You would do well out on the circuit with one that size."
With the back of his hand moving up against it, made it start to rise up as he fixed the dressings.
"When was the last time you had sex?" he asked, seeing my prick now up to its full length on my stomach.
"Too long ago," I told him.
"Well I can sort that out for you," he replied as he took hold of my erection and held it upright before leaning over me and taking the head of my cock into his mouth. I gasped at him doing this and then gave myself up to the pleasure he was giving me.
He kept on rubbing the shaft as he sucked and tongued me until I came shooting into his mouth. He never let go, but kept on going, swallowing my come and then licking me clean as I began to subside. I'd once had a girl do this to me but this was far better than what she had done and I thanked him for the pleasure which he said was really all his, his face having a big smile as he licked his lips.
He then tucked me in and asked if I wanted anything more before he said goodnight and left, promising to be back first thing in the morning. He was currently sharing a flat with Scamper, another one of our watch. Two other single men shared a flat while three of them were married. I was the only one to live on my own.
Gypsy Rose came round the next morning, I had let him take the front door key, and he helped me out of bed for the toilet and even wiped my arse for me. He also saw to feeding me as I could only hop about the small kitchen as there wasn't enough room for me to use the crutches. Even that little bit of exercise tired me out and he helped me back to bed after taking my dressing gown off.
He checked the dressing and it was fine and he stroked my cock again and made it rise up onto my stomach.
"Do you want me to do it again?" he asked and I told him yes, so I had him take my prick into his mouth and suck me off again. It was lovely.
He did it again that evening before he left and for the next three days, I got a blow job from him before he went on watch. This was a forty eight hour shift, being on call for the whole time period, sleeping at the station. It was rather difficult that first day without him there to help me, but I managed but missed the blow jobs he gave me. When his shift finished, he came round and I asked him about his strip shows and he said that it was the off season, besides, I needed looking after and I came first, which pleased me.
He surprised me that night when he helped me into bed. I was lying there naked, waiting for him to go down on me when he suddenly took all his clothes off and got onto the bed with me.
"I can stay the night if you want," he said, his hand roving over my stomach, brushing the tip of my penis with the back of his hand. I'd like that I told him and he kissed my shoulder before kissing my chest and stomach as he moved down and took me into his mouth again. As before, it was lovely having him suck my cock till I came in his mouth for him to swallow before licking me clean.
He smiled at me as he came back up the bed and pressed his erection against my thigh.
"Would you suck on mine Vicar?" he asked me in a shy voice, his prick digging into my side. Well I couldn't really say no after him doing it quite a few times to me, besides, it must be good for he enjoyed doing it, so I said that I would.
He helped me move down the bed a bit so that my head was close to his midriff and I really now looked at his prick, thick and strong lying up on his stomach. I lifted it up with my hand, surprised at how heavy it felt. Soft outer skin that moved easily over the iron like muscle that it covered. I moved my hand up and down and watched the pink, turning to red, head emerge half out of his foreskin, the eye winking at me when I gave it a squeeze.
Now to find out if I would like sucking on an erect penis and get the same pleasure as he obviously did and at the same time, give him the same pleasure that he'd given me by sucking on mine.
What surprised me was that I enjoyed taking that hot fiery head into my mouth and sucking and giving it little nibbles with my teeth as my hand moved up and down on the shaft. He'd given out a groan and it pleased me that I was pleasing him. It wasn't long before he gave a small shudder and I felt his thigh muscles tighten up and he came into my mouth. It felt quite a lot but was really only about a dessert spoon full but it felt like a bucket full that came into my mouth in about five surges, the first being the biggest.
I kept my lips tight round the base of the head as he filled my mouth until he'd finished and wondered if it would make me sick when I swallowed it. It didn't and I thought that it was quite pleasant and happy with myself for being able to do it for him. I licked him clean as he'd done to me and he was all smiles at me having helped him out in the same fashion.'
John paused here in his narrative to get us another two brandies before carrying on with his story.
`So we sucked on each other as many times as we could over those first five days before he went back on shift and it was on his next visit to me that he asked me to fuck him. I knew that if I said yes, he would want to fuck me too afterwards, but by now getting to love that prick of his, wondered what it would be like and if he wanted mine stuck up him, maybe I would like it too, so I said yes.
We used condoms and I liked the tightness of his backside as I fucked him and I didn't believe that I would like it as much when he came to fuck me. The first time was a little painful but to feel his hard flesh moving in and out of me brought me to another erection in spite of having come just a few minutes earlier. It was simply lovely.'
I saw that during his telling me of this, he had gotten an erection inside his underpants and I'm sure that he could see that I had one inside my trousers. He put his hand on my leg and gave it a squeeze.
`Would you like me to suck on what you've got hidden away there?' he asked with a smile. I nodded before thinking properly for my own cock was throbbing so much it was hurting me.
`Yes,' I said in a hoarse voice, hoping that I would get the same kind of pleasure that he'd described that he'd got. The downside to this would be that he would want me to suck on him afterwards and I wondered if I would be able to do it back to him. He pulled me up from the sofa and undid my trousers and pulled them down along with my underpants, my prick springing free and bouncing about before sticking up like a flag pole. He pushed me back down onto the sofa and pulled the lot off, taking my sandals at the same time.