Fireman Jaye

Lane had been volunteering as a fireman for a few months when he and Jaye started working on the same shift. Since they were required to be in good shape for the job, both men were muscular and strong. Lane was a broad-shouldered blond, and Jaye was a coffee-skinned black man with broad hands.

The firehouse was set up so the men slept two to a room on their shift. Lane and Jaye usually shared a room, since they worked on the same shift. Sometimes late at night, Lane was sure that Jaye was beating off in bed, but he never had the courage to look over. Then in the summer, Lane glanced over one night to see that Jaye had pushed off his sheet. He was lying on his back, his dark skin gleaming in the moonlight, pumping his wide, long shaft.

Lane took a deep breath of amazement as he gazed at the mighty rod that Jaye was fisting. The head bulged obscenely wide as Jaye’s hand squeezed around the base of the shaft. He could hear the gentle sounds of skin against skin as Jaye’s hand bounced against his balls and his fingertips bumped into his cockhead. Lane’s own cock had wormed its way out of his briefs and was poking up against his sheet. He reached down and began jerking himself off quietly, slowly, still watching Jaye.

In the darkness, Lane could see Jaye’s hips starting to work up and down, and the sound of soft grunts drifted through the air. Sure that Jaye was busy with his own pleasure, Lane began pumping his own meat faster and faster, feeling his balls twitching with his impending orgasm. “Fuck yeah,” Jaye groaned in the other bed. Lane opened his eyes quickly to see Jaye’s cock throb, his load spurting up into the air in a white arc, and then pouring down over his stomach and prick. Lane stroked his own prick a few more times and then felt the welcome release of his semen jetting out of his thin cockhead and dripping from the sheet onto his balls.

Neither of them spoke about what had happened, but Lane felt distracted the entire next day. He and Jaye weren’t scheduled to be on another shift together until Saturday, and he spent most of the days in between jerking off, remembering the way Jaye’s dark shaft had looked in the moonlight.

In their room on Saturday night, Lane lay awake until he heard the sound of Jaye pushing the sheet back. He opened his eyes and looked over, watching the now-familiar sight of Jaye’s hand stroking up and down his wide shaft, the head pulsing. Lane swallowed and shifted slightly, tensing when the mattress squeaked. His own dick was rock-hard and begging to be pulled, but he didn’t want to disturb Jaye. He had to see his buddy come again.

Jaye didn’t disappoint. He rolled over on his side and sat up, staring straight at Lane’s bed, his dick bumping against his bellybutton. He wrapped his wide hands around his thick prick and stroked it up and down. The breath caught in Lane’s throat as Jaye’s eyes locked with his. “I see you,” Jaye said. “I want to watch you too.”

Without hesitating, Lane sat up and pulled off his underwear. His cock bobbed in the air, and then as he gave it a few quick strokes, it shot up to full erection. He and Jaye stared at each other’s pricks as they jerked off in tandem, balls bouncing, cockheads swelling, shafts pulsing. “I’m gonna come, shit, I’m gonna come,” Lane moaned. He bucked his hips forward, nearly off the bed, and pointed his prick at Jaye as he came. His spunk arched out, landing on Jaye’s prick and hand, painting his skin with the white fluid.

“Damn,” Jaye groaned, and then he came too, his jism pouring over his hand and mixing with Lane’s, their juicy spunk trailing down to Jaye’s heavy balls.

“Nice hose,” Lane grinned, watching Jaye’s prick deflate.

“Well,” said Jaye, “I am a fireman after all. Now we’d better get some sleep in case there’s a call.” Sated, the men fell asleep, wondering what would happen on their next shift together.