The Fireman.
Marky was a fireman, and like some firemen, he visited places of business to advise on safety and check fire alarms and prevention equipment on a regular basis. It wasn’t a part of the job he particularly liked but one that had to be done. Marky just shut his mouth and continued to visit dull, relatively uninteresting offices and factories.
One day however, Marky got to visit a very interesting place indeed. He was called to a T.V studio. Just the prospect of meeting people off the telly got him quite excited, and all the way there he was humming to himself and dreaming about all the things that made him happy.
When Marky arrived at the studio he was greeted in the reception by a very beautiful young woman who seemed quite taken with his uniform. He liked the attention and flushed a little red when she looked him up and down. “Hi,” she said brightly, “I bet I know what you’ve come to do!” She said this rather strangely in Marky’s opinion, and he wondered for a moment whilst the young receptionist gazed into his eyes and almost swooned. Marky was a handsome young man, and very much what many women dream of; especially in his fireman’s uniform. He was around six foot one or two inches tall, had a fit looking physique, dark brown hair and big, baby blue eyes.
YOU NEED A BIG HOSE FOR THAT ONE!
“Your name?” She asked, snapping out of her trance for a moment to lead him over to a big book on a nearby desk. He told her his full name and signed in. “I see by this, unless there is a mistake,” she said smiling, “that you are to wait in studio five.” She smiled at him and took him by the hand. “I’ll show you the way.”
“Thanks,” said Marky, naively wondering why this girl was being so very helpful.
She led him into an elevator and up a few floors onto a relatively quiet floor. As he walked along a narrow passage he diligently looked out for extinguishers, alarms and fire exits.
“In here Marky. You don’t mind if I call you Marky do you?” She asked as she opened the door and led him into a room with nothing but a chair and couple of cameras in it.
“Not at all,” he replied, “is this where you want me to start? It just seems a little odd that’s all.”
“Why odd?” She asked.
“I thought I might be starting in the entrance and working my way through the building,” he said.
“Good God man!” She exclaimed as she walked for the door, “you’d have to have some energy for that,” she laughed. “You’re a funny guy Marky. Someone will be with you in a minute.”
“Oh, alright,” he said, reasoning that this was just a place to keep him until the next person arrived to tell him where to start his checks.
He didn’t have to wait long before a man in a pair of sunglasses appeared. He didn’t come completely inside the room; merely poked his head around the door. “Hi, I’m Jason,” he said, “Can you do me a favour?” Marky nodded, completely unaware. “Grab that cam off the stand and hold it over your shoulder. There should be a red flashing light near the record button. All you need to do is press that when the action starts and point it down and get as much material as you can alright.”
Marky looked confused. “Material?” He asked nervously, “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“Didn’t they explain anything to you?” Asked the head around the door.
“No, they didn’t, I’ve just come to…,” Marky was interrupted.
“Yes, it appears we are the only people who do know why you’re here. Nice outfit by the way, that should get things going,” said the head.
“Yeah, thanks. I think the receptionist liked it anyway,” said Marky confidently.
“Yes, anyway, back to fundamentals,” said the head, clearly unimpressed, “you’re going to get a blowjob and all we want is for you to film it over your shoulder. You know, basic point of view stuff really. Alright?”
“Erm…,” stumbled Marky. He was shocked to his very core. A blowjob? What kind of a studio was this anyway? He was in a state of panic as the head started to disappear. Marky was about to protest and shout out there had been a huge mistake but then thought fast. Wait a minute, he thought to himself, a blowjob didn’t sound bad news at all. He could get some head and then explain the mix up afterwards; or maybe just shut his mouth and pretend he never showed up to do the fire checks.
Marky’s cock began to twitch around in his shorts. No fucking way! He was so excited to be here now it was unbelievable. He was going to get his cock sucked, probably by a talented porn star; days at work didn’t get better than this. It must be a reward for time served or something. He grinned to himself and said nothing. He began to imagine the classy, Italian looking receptionist girl walking in and dropping to her knees, she was clearly impressed by him earlier; she’d give some good head.
After a couple more minutes, and after Marky had figured out how to work the camera, the door opened again and in walked a couple more guys. What now, thought Marky, impatient to get his tool sucked. He recognised the first guy as the head from around the door. The other guy was massive. He was even taller than Marky; must have been nearly seven foot in full. He was packed with solid muscle, made visible due to his denim jacket that had ripped off sleeves. Marky looked him up and down and decided that he must be gay. There was no way on this earth that a guy would grow a moustache like that anymore and wear those types of clothes, as well as looking after his physique in that way; in fact, Marky felt a little gay making these observations and identifying with the man.
"Mr Gay"
Mr. Gay approached Marky and smiled. “Hey, nice outfit man,” he said in a gruff, powerful voice. Perhaps he wasn’t gay, thought Marky briefly. He quickly realised at that moment that he was rendered pretty much incapable of identifying a homosexual, simply due to his pathetic heterosexist assumptions. He smiled back at Mr. Gay, and at that precise moment the big hulk of a man dropped to his knees and grabbed hold of Marky’s trousers.
“Press record please,” called the voice of the head from the opposite end of the room.
“What the fuck!” Shouted Marky as he jumped back and dropped the camera on the floor, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“There is no script to this Mr. Fireman, so if you wouldn’t mind just getting it out, I have several more to shoot today,” said the dispassionate voice of the head in the corner. Mr. Gay looked up at Marky’s face and clearly saw there was a problem because he stood and backed off.
“Get the fuck out of here man,” said Marky shaking his head and fumbling for the camera on the floor, “I didn’t realise a guy would be doing this!” He had a mixture of emotions, all at the same time. He felt a little sick, he felt sorry for rejecting Mr. Gay, and he felt guilty for dropping their camera on the floor. He picked it up and hugged it close to his chest like some form of security blanket. “I only came to check the fucking fire alarms, exits and extinguishers. I’m from the station. This isn’t a fucking costume guys, it’s a real uniform!”
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Said Mr. Gay. He walked out of the room, clearly embarrassed by the situation.
“Check the fire alarms? You’re kidding right?” Said the head man.
“No, I’m not honest man, I’m not,” said Marky in a panic.
“Alright, calm down pal. I am so sorry about this, but I told you about getting a blowjob, you knew… Oh, I see, wait a minute,” said the head, “you thought you’d get a little action with the job today. You didn’t expect a gay scene though did you?” He laughed so hard that he nearly fell over. “I’ll send someone in to see you about the alarms pal, don’t worry.”
Marky sat down on a nearby chair and felt his heart beat through his coat like a fucked clock. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to getting his nob sucked by another guy. He was just about to get up and leave, saying bollocks to the alarms, when the door opened again and the receptionist walked in. “I heard about what happened,” she said. “Such a silly mistake, but don’t worry. Do you want me to show you around the place now?” She asked so sweetly, and Marky was very tempted to take the tour but all that filled his head was the image of Mr. Fucking big gay fella sucking his cock; he shivered a little before replying.
“I think I’d much rather go home, I can’t get that image out of my head,” he replied weakly.
“Maybe I can help,” said receptionist girl. She approached him and fell to her knees.
“What the…,” he decided to just shut up and enjoy himself.
He looked down at her and the sight almost made him feel like filming it. She had the most beautiful long brown hair. She was Italian looking and very sexy. Her face was olive skinned and her eyes were of the deepest brown. He looked straight into them when she popped his cock into her mouth for the very first time. Her eyes smiled back at him, content in the knowledge that he was now happy. At first Marky thought that his sexy, Italian looking hostess might be very delicate and give him the long gentle type of blowjob, but he was certainly mistaken. Before too long receptionist was sucking on his cock like an out of control Dyson. Marky was forced to fall back into the chair just to prevent his legs from giving way.
He’d stopped looking at her head because it moved so fast up and down his cock that it was futile; he could no longer see her face. Stretching out his legs as far as he could on either side of her body he tried not to tense his muscles and relax his entire body. He really wanted her to bring him off without any help from him. This was certainly not one of those blowjobs where he felt embarrassed and mildly annoyed to be taking so long. Marky really wanted to keep the wolves from the door so to speak, he wanted it to last forever.
Receptionist’s lips felt like two silky cushions sliding up and down his cock. It was as though they had managed to stay soft and dry whilst the inside of her mouth was soaking wet. Marky felt every nerve in his cock stand to attention in order to pay homage to this beautiful girl sucking his cock; the feelings were completely involuntary and exactly how he wanted them. Just as he was relaxing back in his chair she came up for air. The sudden stop almost made him cum as his cock popped out of her tight lipped mouth.
“Do you want to face fuck me Marky?” She asked quite matter of factly.
“Oh yes please,” said Marky as though he was answering a waitress who asked if he wanted onions with his order. He reached down and stroked the sides of her lovely hair. He almost decided not to. She was too perfect. However, the reason he didn’t want to fuck her face was precisely the same as the reason he did want to. Self serving behaviour will always win through in the end, he thought to himself as he grabbed her hair quite roughly. She winced a little and was about to say something before Marky stifled her words with the nob end of his cock in the back of her throat. He fucked her head quite hard and she started to gag on his length. When he looked down at her this time, she didn’t look as pretty as she did in the beginning. Instead she looked really fucking filthy, and very sexy. Marky pulled his cock out occasionally and slapped the side of her head with it. Saliva was running down receptionists chin and dripping onto her knees as she did her best to stay in one place for Marky to carry on fucking her head.
“I’m going to cum babe,” said Marky giving ample warning. She pushed on the front of his thighs. It was the only way to get him off her face. His cock pulled out and dripped with saliva and goo.
“Cum on my face Fireman!” She shouted at him as she grasped his slippery pole and wanked it. Within seconds he squirted her face with explosions of hot cum. She licked her lips and looked into his baby blue eyes as she did it. Marky felt his cock twitch and he looked down to see it tapping receptionist on the nose as though thanking her for a service well done.
Marky never did get his fire checks done that day, but he did manage to secure a couple of dinner dates with the Italian looking receptionist.
End