Emergency Situations

By Raphael Undecided

Published on Jan 27, 2010

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are from my own mind. Wouldn't it be awesome, though, if something like this was to happen? Viewer Discretion Advised. If sex between two men offends you, personally I think you're mighty confused. The fact that you're looking at this page says something. At any rate, I hope you enjoy my story. Feel free to send me some feedback.

Emergency Situations

I've spent the past five years of my life saving the lives of strangers as an EMT. I volunteer at a local EMS station. I've always enjoyed helping people. So, when such an opportunity presented itself, I jumped at it. When I was younger, I would always watch in awe as the ambulance would drive by with its lights flashing and its sirens blaring. I would get so excited, and wonder what it was like to be on the inside. I started volunteering at the age of sixteen, became an EMT at eighteen and have been helping all kinds of people ever since. I love it.

I love the people I work with. Everyone is really nice, especially my captain. He helps me a lot with things I don't understand. I really appreciate that. When I first started, he would help me with my reports. After we drop someone off at the hospital, we have to write reports encompassing all that we've done to help. It's all part of the gig. He would always lean over my shoulder like a hot teacher, and illustrate his point as he pointed at my report and breathed on my neck. I take advantage of this; to breathe in deeply his masculine smell. It drives me wild. He's such a big man; standing 6'4" and 250 lbs. He's huge. His dark hair and dark eyes mesmerize me. He's actually how I got into all of this EMS stuff. I've known him for a few years now. I met him at a party that my friend's mom threw. She was dating an EMT at the time who happened to be friends with my Captain. We're actually quite close, now. I can talk to him about anything, like the difficulties I was having at home. Living with my mother and my brother; they drive me crazy. Living with your mother at the age of twenty-two is a detriment and a deterrent. So, el capit n suggested that I move in with him. I have to admit, I wasn't too fond of the idea at first. I don't think his wife would appreciate it too much. She stays at home with their son in their one bedroom apartment, while he goes to work. He laughed, when I asked him where I would fit in all of that, and explained to me that he was looking into buying a house. He told me that if I helped pay the bills he'd have no problem with it. After thinking about it, I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea. So, I called him up and I told him that I would be glad to move in. Nothing that has happened to me thus far could have prepared me for the shock I was in for.

Before I knew it, I was living with him. It didn't take long at all. We helped each other get everything moved and settled in only a matter of weeks. Everything happened so fast. I swear we were just talking about the idea of me moving in with him just yesterday. It's been a few months now. I feel so free. My mother's not breathing down my neck and my brother can't go through my shit. I can come and go as I please without answering to anyone. It's great. Plus, I get to steal looks at my captain when he's changing or on his way to or from the bathroom scantily wrapped in a towel. Sometimes, he'd have nothing at all to shield him from my prying eyes. His strong abdomen is enough to get me off. Heat seizes me when I glimpse him, and I melt. The sight of his low-swinging dick dangling between his legs as he meanders toward the shower caused tremors to quake throughout my body, rattling my bones. I - in all of my na‹vet‚ - assumed that he was oblivious to my optical invasion. It was I who was oblivious to him!

One day, the Mrs. was out with their son, at her mother's house. I was lounging on the couch in the living room wearing jeans and a t-shirt, when my captain walked in. I hadn't heard him come down the stairs. So, I was unaware of his presence until he spoke to me. I jumped, practically falling off of the couch. It took me a second to collect myself and when I turned to address him my jaw hit the floor. There he was, all 6'4" of him, standing in the threshold of the living room in his nude splendor. His bronze skin glistened in the dim light of the room as he leaned against the trim. Muscles rippled down his body. My mind was bathed in lust at the sight of him as I looked him over from head to toe. His dark eyes watched me warily, as he strode over toward the couch and stood in front of me. I looked up into his dashing face. There was intensity behind his eyes as something from deep inside of the compelled me to submit. My gaze fluttered down to his thick, throbbing dick, as he spoke.

"It's not gonna blow itself!"

I was too shocked and awed to take offense at his words. He caressed my face and combed his fingers through my hair. Then with a sudden, fierce grip he forced my face into his crotch. My heart was racing. I could feel every beat in my carotid artery. I inhaled his masculine scent deeply. He smelled clean, fresh and the sensation of his moist, slippery skin sent seething electricity through my veins. There wasn't an instant for me to allow myself to think thinks through. Instinct claimed me as I took hold of his Buick of a dick and engulfed it. I heard him gasp, which only inspired me to take all of him in, wrapped my pierced tongue around the head. I wanted to please him.

"That's it," he forced me down and I gagged. "Yeah, choke on daddy's dick." His voice was guttural, thick with lust. I had already undone my pants and was pulling at my own stiff dick with my left hand. I reached up with my right and twisted his nipple. "Aw, fuck yeah!!" I couldn't help touching him. I started rubbing his hairy legs and his chiseled abs. I was touching him all over when he started panting. He grabbed my head in both of his hands and started fucking my face. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to. I began gagging, sipping breaths wherever I could. "Aw, man! You're mouth is so hot." He continued to grunt and moan as he pumped my face with his thick dick. I would moan myself but I didn't have enough air in my lungs as it was. "I'm cumming!" He barely got the words out as he thrust one last before he began flooding my throat. His searing cum brimmed over my lips. I couldn't take all of it. His moaning peaked as he practically roared with ecstasy. It was over too soon. I was gagging myself on his thickness when he looked down at me. Like lightning, he struck me.

"Is there someone present who gave you permission to touch yourself?"

My face was ablaze with fiery pain. I instantly let go of my aching dick, when he slapped me again, hard.

"Answer me," he commanded. His face was glowing with red fury.

"I didn't know I needed permission."

Another strike.

"SIR! You will address me as Sir, boy." He sounded mad, crazed by power. "Come with me."

I didn't have much of a choice as he pulled me off of the couch, simultaneously tugging my shirt off. My pants fell to the floor. He pulled me by one arm to his room. I closed the door behind me and as I did so he pinned me against it. The length of his body was pressed against my back, and I could feel his steely shaft in the crevice of my ass as he crushed me against the door. He leaned in close to my ear, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he whispered in the most lethal voice I've ever heard.

"No one finds out about this." His voice was laced with venom, and with the abrupt subtlety of a lamb he kissed my neck. I melted under his touch.

"Yes, sir," I said on a breath.

Electric heat was the sensation of his lips against my skin. A tingle of anticipation radiated down my spine, and I quivered. I had no time to enjoy it, though, as he pulled me across the room by my hips and threw me onto the bed. I landed on my back and looked on as he reached into the drawer of the bedside table. He withdrew a bottle of lube. He teased me with a tantalizing show, holding the bottle high, and squeezing a slow stream of lube into his hand. Then, Lust seized my mind and stroked it like a lost lover as he made a show of sliding his hand down his torso. The glistening trail down his abdomen tickled spots in my mind I never knew existed. He stroked the length of his dick and coated his stiffness in a glaze of slick bliss. I ached for him. I wanted him to hold me, touch me, fuck me. I wanted him to own me and want me. The yearning my body felt, the yen to feel him inside of me was overwhelming.

I gasped at his touch as he began massaging slow circles around my aching hole. He worked slowly, deliberately; his eyes on me, studying his prey. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as I pushed back against his lubed finger, trying desperately to feel him inside of me. He was provocatively slow in his actions, evoking such yearning from deep inside of me. I didn't think I could take much more of that; not without going mad. That same electricity I felt on my neck was running marathons up and down my spine as he pushed his big, thick finger inside of me. I gasped ever so slightly. He kissed his way up my torso leaving small flames behind every time his lips left my skin. They burned. His kisses stopped at my neck, where he bit down with such force that I yelped. Tears filled my eyes as I arched my back once again and moaned; submitting to Lust and submitting to him. He had withdrawn his fingers at this point and was pressing his thickness against me. My mind was everywhere. Our bodies were sliding against each other, slick with sweat. How was this happening?

He placed the bulbous head of his cock at my quivering hole, teasing me. It was all part of his show of pure dominance. He was letting me know that he was in control of my orgasm. I winced and gasped as he forced his way inside of me. I held my breath. He grazed the skin of my neck with his teeth as I bit my bottom lip again.

"You like daddy's big dick, don't you!"

"Yes, sir," I crooned.

I was drowning in lust, overwhelmed with pain as he forced his fat dick inside of me. My back arched further of its own accord. I was forced further down his shaft as a result. A choked moan escaped my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he tore through me. I yelled out. How much more dick could he possibly have to give? I pulled a pillow over my face to smother a moan as he pushed in even further. His free hand slid up my neck and caressed my face. I was moved by the gesture until he smacked me. I groaned in pain and pleasure. I don't know what it was, but there was something about him hitting me that got me so hot. I was reaching for my own dick when he struck me again.

Again the venom was back in his voice. "I don't want to have to tell you again, boy."

I was panting. Tears in my eyes again, I whimpered. "Can I touch myself?"

The force of his hand against my face this time reverberated off of the walls.

I cried out a moan. "Can I touch myself, sir?"

"That's it, boy." He was forcing himself deeper and deeper. "Daddy likes the way your tight boy pussy feels on his dick."

"Oh yes, Daddy!" He was raping my boy pussy, ripping my open. Tears streamed down my face. "Fuck me harder, Daddy, please?"

He struck me again as his enormous fuck rod destroyed my innocence. I couldn't stop moaning. He was thrusting faster and faster. Glorious pain was his dick. I was bathed in sweat. My legs were propped over his shoulders as he continued his assault. His breathing was heavy and deep, and he was grunting with each thrust. I was panting so hard, I swear my lungs were going to explode. He bent down slightly, still thrusting, and bit the inside of my thigh. It was all over. I thrust my head back and came with such force. I couldn't help it. I knew I'd be punished, until I heard him roar again. Instantly, I was filled with his searing daddy seed. The both of us were moaning like we were in heat. We were the heat, the energy. He continued roaring as he unleashed inside of me, pumping even harder. Christ! My ass hole ached and my dick was still rock hard. He took it in his hand as he lowered himself on top of me. He stroked my throbbing hard-on as he kissed me hard, bruising my lips. Our tongues were dancing. I pressed my stiffness into his rough hand and for the second time in minutes I came all over myself. Oh, my dick ached!

"Yeah, cum for Daddy."

He was looking down at my glossy cock as he stroked me. I licked my lips and dared to kiss him, astonished at not only the acceptance of my kiss, but the gentleness of it all. The polarity made my dick twitch. He rolled e onto my side and wrapped his arms around me, spooning me. His dick was still hard and buried in the cavern of my two cheeks. I pressed myself back against him as he kissed the back of my neck tenderly and slid his fingers softly over my stomach.

"You made Daddy happy."

I fell asleep - with a smile on my face and nestled in his arms - to the sound of his gentle snores behind me.

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