Backdraft

One night in Dallas I was on the prowl to suck some dick, but I don’t always find it easy to find dick in Dallas. I decided to explore one of the suck shacks down on Henry Hines Blvd in one of the more seedy parts of town. I forget the name but it’s your typical adult store where you can pay a one-time admission and wander around the rooms in the back where guys hook up. This place has like a dozen rooms, all very large and spacious with a bench and a large screen TV. Two of the rooms have glory hole platforms. It’s pretty dark with some black-lit hallways.

I was taking a lap in the place looking for some action. There were only a few guys behind locked doors and, from what I could see, nothing to peek my interest. I was just about to leave, unfulfilled, when I saw this talk drink of water come out of a corner room. He was an older gentleman, built tough, tall, and rugged. What struck me most was that this silver-haired hot man had on a cowboy hat, jeans, and a flannel shirt. I immediate thought…I’m gonna get me a cowboy!

I grabbed my crotch and he tipped his hat and gave me a, “howdy”. I played along and replied, “good evening, pard’ner” and motioned for him to follow me into a nearby room. He came in after me and locked the door behind him. 

“Please tell me you can suck cock better than that guy…” motioning to the room he had exited from. His silver mustache was bushy and really fucking sexy.

“I aim to please and am willing to try,” I said pushing my jeans to my ankles and dropping to my knees.

He walked over and loosened an enormous belt buckle and let his jeans fall to the floor. The bulge in his tight, white briefs was impressive and I could tell I was going to have to bring my game if I was going to give this guy a blowjob he would remember. He left the unwrapping of his briefs to me. Before I exposed the big prize, I gave his cock a squeeze. It was barely hard and was already pretty large. Zoinks I thought…I’m in for a treat. I tucked my fingers into his waistband and freed his dick. This great big hose lopped forward over a nice set of grapefruit-sized balls. 

I let an audible moan escape as this man put his rough hand on the back of my head and guided me toward his cock. I opened wide and tried to take his entire length down my throat. I knew that this dick was going to get hard and, when it did, I might not be able to swallow the whole thing. Now was my chance. I buried my nose in his bush and now it was his turn to moan. 

“Ah yea…That’s what I needed,” he said and I could feel him grow in my mouth and throat. “I’m gonna have to take my time with you, boy.”

I sucked the length of his giant meat back and forth surprising myself at how well I could take it. The gentle but firm pressure of his hand on the back of my head helped me find my rhythm. I blew him for ten minutes or so before he pushed me off, complaining that he was close to cumming but didn’t want it to end. I backed off, let him catch his breath before bringing him to the brink a couple more times. He was leaking precum and the taste was intoxicating. I was really anxious to make him cum and swallow his load.

“Oh no, no boy. I know you want it but I’ve got bigger plans for you. You got some time?”

“Time for what?” I asked looking up at him with my own dick in my hand leaking precum into a puddle on the floor.

“Come with me,” he said.

I followed him out to the parking lot and he told me a cocksucker as talented as I had proved to be was something meant to be shared. He asked me to follow him up the street and I figured that he must live nearby and wanted to share me with a buddy. Per usual in these situations, I had a momentary thought whether or not this was safe…but I had been working hard for his load and he’d denied me so far…I was up to continue the adventure.

We drove what felt like twenty minutes but I’m sure was not that long. Eventually, he turned on his left-turn signal in front of a fire station. I assumed we were turning around but he pulled in and parked along side some other vehicles. I parked in an empty spot a couple of spaces down and waited. He walked over and said, “The guys will really appreciate your skills, you up for this?” 

I had an ear-to-ear grin but assumed this was some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” I asked. 

“Come on in.”

I followed him in past the big red fire truck and he walked right back into the station house. There was a TV playing in the corner of the space and a couple of guys where sitting around. 

“Brett around?” He asked to no one in particular. 

“He’s off.” Answered one of the guys. When he said this, suddenly everyone looked up and was interested in what was coming next.

“Good. I brought you guys a little present. I’ve been working this cocksucker’s throat for a while and thought you’d appreciate his talents.”

Guys laughed and smile. One grabbed his crotch and said, “Aww Captain…how’d you know what I was needing?”

I was led to a corner away form the door and pushed to my knees. I struggled to get my pants down but already there was a line of guys stroking and making there way to my spot.

I blew six guys that night. One after the other. The first couple came pretty quickly. Each guy was aggressive and dominant and made no apologies for assaulting my mouth and throat. None of the guys allowed me to miss a drop and I ate six load…even the one that nearly came out my nose from me gagging on his dick. That was the Captain. His load was the best. 

This apparently wasn’t a new thing for Fire Station 16. The guys, many of them straight and married, were loyal to their Captain and had no problem with his being gay or him bringing these little presents to the firehouse. These were solid guys. I never felt threatened or unsafe. My head was spinning with ideas of being gang-banged by them all in turn. In the end it was just my mouth these guys would use and I left with a buzz and a belly full of cum.

I’ve visited these guys now a couple of times when I make it to Dallas. I learned on a subsequent visit that this Captain was a consultant on the movie Backdraft to make sure the movie looked real and that the actors behaved with honor just like his own men. What you don’t see in the movies are some of the seedier situations these guys find themselves in. Being heroes and fighting fires is hard, stressful work and release comes in many forms and I am happy to oblige.