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Subject: Nashville Fireman Chapter 7: Labor Day Weekend Same rules apply. If you are not suppose to be reading gay erotica (you know if you are or not), then don’t. The other rule is donate to fty. It’s easy and painless. It also keeps this site going for your reading and wanking pleasure. Dad and Gene left for work. I was in the house by myself. It was quiet as a grave yard at midnight.The only sound was the refrigerator running. I already did not like being at home by myself. It was especially creepy being in a new house. I looked at the clock in the kitchen, it was nearly six o’clock and there were probably a couple more hours of daylight. I went upstairs to find my running shoes and shorts. I grinned as I decided to run commando. After loading in to my running belt the keys to the house, the remote to the security system, some water, my wallet and my phone, I was good to go. No shirt, of course. I set the alarm like the security guy told me how and locked the house. This was going to be my first run from my new home. Which way should I go? I headed toward Belle Meade and Harding Pike. Running in Nashville is a lot like running in Spring Hill, no sidewalks to run on nor shoulders to the road for that matter. It’s practically all street running. I ran on the left side of the street so that I could jump for a ditch if I saw a car coming at me. When I got to Harding Pike there were side walks. I headed east toward downtown. I ran past Dad’s old apartment and saw his station up ahead across the street. There wasn’t much traffic it being late Friday before Labor Day, the weekend had already started. It was easy to cross. As I walked up to the open doors of the station I noticed that all the trucks and ambulance were out. There was one young guy still there watching the place. He said his name was Jeff. I told him who my Dad was. He took me back to the kitchen to get a drink of water for me. “Do you not have reflective tape for running after dark?” “No, I never needed it in Spring Hill. There’s not enough traffic to worry about it.” He walked me to a supply closet and got some tape out and handed it to me. “Here, put this on your shoes.” Then he dug around in a box and came up with a reflective vest that was really just straps around my waist, over my shoulder, and across my back and chest. “There. At least, they will see you before they kill you. It’s really dangerous to run after dark in Nashville.” “I’ll be careful. Thanks for the reflector stuff. How long has my Dad been out?” “There’s been a big wreck on I-440 right at the West End ramp.You’ll probably see it as you cross over 440, if you are going that way. I just heard on the TV that there are two fatalities. Looks like it’s going to be a busy Labor Day weekend again this year. At least, that’s what I’m told.” “How long have you been out of the training academy?” “Two months. That’s why I am here pulling guard duty. There is not much for us to do with a wreck like this but to just stand around, if I were on the site. The special teams are in charge. We’ve had issues with vandalism when trucks leave the station unattended, so they left me back.” Jeff was a hot guy. He was not bulked up at all, but super nice looking. He was shorter than I am probably 5-10, 165, brown hair. Chest hair sticking out over the top of his crew neck T-shirt. “Jeff, how old are you?” “20. Why?” “I don’t know. Just wondering what the minimum age is for getting on with the department.” “It’s 20. I’ll be 21 in December. How old are you?” “I’ll be 16 in February.” “Really? I was thinking you might be closer to my age. I can tell you are Mac’s son. How tall are you?” “6 even last time I checked.” “How tall is your Dad?” “6-6.” “Damn. I was thinking 6-5. 6-6 huh? You may end up being as tall as he is. What do you weigh?” “185, but I am planning to bulk up as much as I can. I’m going to be working out with Gene, since he is our neighbor now that we have moved next door to him.” “That will be hot working out with him. He competes doesn’t he?” “Yeah. But I am not interested in the beauty pageant part of body building. I just want to be big. Like my Dad. I looked around. “I guess I need to get going again. Thanks for the reflector stuff.” “No problem. Glad to help and to meet you as well. Maybe we will run into each other again.” I got back on the run towards downtown. About a mile from the station, I got to the 440 overpass. At the ramp, barriers blocked traffic from entering the highway below. Two cops were standing guard, one of them was my friendly cop with the big bulge in his pants. He saw me before I saw him. He grinned. I smiled real big. “Did you hear about the wreck and decide to go for a run to see the excitement?” “No, I just came out for a run since I am bored being home by myself.” “Are you looking for anything in particular?” He asked at the same time cupping and squeezing his cock and balls. I noticed and he smiled when I looked up to his face. “No, I’m just out for a long run because I don’t like the loneliness of the house.” “Don’t you have friends to invite over?” “No, I just moved here this week so I don’t know anyone.” I was trying to think of this guy’s name. I couldn’t remember if Gene introduced us this morning when the cops arrested Catherine. “I don’t remember your name. Sorry.” “Steve. Steve Palmer” “I’m Garth McIntyre.” “I know. I took your statement this morning.” “Yeah. Wow. You’ve worked a long day.” “Twelve hours, 7a to 7p. I’ll be going in after this wreck is cleared up and we have traffic moving again. With fatalities, it takes longer” “Do you want to come over after work. We can swim. And I have cold pizza and burgers that I can nuke.” “I don’t escort kocaeli have my trunks with me.” “You don’t need any. I like to skinny dip, anyway. But it’s up to you.” “I don’t know when I can get there.” “That’s ok. I’ll be there all night.” “Is it ok if I bring beer? “Sure.” I smiled. “See you later, then.” I continued my run toward downtown. After crossing 440, there were more pedestrians who were seriously scoping me out as my cock was flopping around in my shorts. I loved the attention I got from some women in a convertible and some guys in a pickup truck. I actually got more whistles and catcalls from guys than women. I ran all the way on Church Street down to the river, then headed back west on Demonbreun and Division to 21st then over to Broadway and West End Avenue. By then, it was starting to get dark. When I crossed over 440 again, the wreck had been cleared and traffic was moving. I kept going and didn’t stop at the station. The trucks were backed in at the station but the ambulance was still out. I picked up some speed to get back home. When I got there Steve had not gotten there, yet. I hoped he was still coming. I went in and turned on all the lights. That helped some. I put some cold pizza in the microwave on a paper plate and sat down with a Dr. Pepper to enjoy my dinner. By nine o’clock, Steve still had not gotten there. I turned on the lights on the patio and went out to try to cool down in the pool. It was still 90 degrees. I had thought the summer heat had broken but I guess it hadn’t. As I stripped out of my running shorts, I heard a loud pop over my shoulder. I jumped as I nearly shit myself. Up in the corner under the eaves of the house, was a bug zapper. A mosquito had met an untimely death by electrocution with a very loud pop. I dove in the pool. Now that felt nice. The water was still a bit warm from being in the full sun all day but it was still refreshing. I swam for a while, enjoying the water circulating around my balls. I climbed out out of the water and spread my towel on a chaise and lay back to wait for Steve with the big bulge. I woke up a little after 2 and went in. I remembered to go back out and turn off the filter pump. Back inside I checked my phone. No one had called. Steve, the piece of shit, had stood me up and didn’t even bother to call. I went up to my room to go back to sleep. This was going to be the first night in my bed in my new home. The next thing I heard was the security alarm going off. The fucker was loud enough to wake the dead. I jumped straight up out of bed and hit the stairs at full running speed. I met Dad coming in the kitchen door. We both got to the security panel at the same time. I punched in the numbers to shut the siren off. Dad was wide eyed. “What the fuck? Why did you have the whole system turned on? The sound of the shot gun being loaded made me nearly shit my pants.” “Because I was here by myself in an empty house, in a neighborhood I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn’t think about you coming in before I got up. Sorry, Dad.” “Don’t be sorry. You did the right thing. I just didn’t realize the system would be that effective. I think any prowlers we might have, will hurt themselves trying to get out of our yard.” Just then, Gene came in behind Dad who was still standing at the door. “I stopped at McDonald’s and got some breakfast.” “I’ll start the coffee and Garth, do you want to go put on some shorts or something before we sit down to eat or do you want to go back to bed?” “No, I’m starving. I want to eat. Gene, what did you get?” “Never mind that. Go put on some clothes.” Before I got to the stairs, I heard Gene ask Dad, “Are you going to talk to Garth about Steve Palmer?” “Yeah, I need to. We’ll talk when we sit down to eat.” Dad knew about Steve coming over last night. Shit.That’s probably why he never showed up. When I came back down stairs, Gene and Dad were leaning against the kitchen counter, talking and watching the coffee make. “Garth, I ran into Steve Palmer last night. He said that he saw you out on a run.” “Yeah I got bored and decided to go for a long run.” “That’s what he said. He also said that you had asked him to come over after he got off work.” “Yes, Sir. I did. But he didn’t” “That’s because I suggested that it would be best if he didn’t.” “I thought you were going to back off interfering with who I could hang out with.” “I am but you need to be a little bit smarter.” “But Steve is so fucking hot.” “Stop thinking with your little head. Steve is my age. You are 15–jail bait.” “I’ve fucked men older than you.” “I know that. But your mother was not in town then.” “What’s that got to do with it?” “She told me out in the front yard yesterday morning that she wants custody of you. If she can prove that I am not a fit parent by letting you get raped by my friends, not only will she get custody of you but a lot of my friends will be going to prison, including me.” “How is she going to know?” “She can hire a private investigator to follow every move you make. Take pictures of everyone you talk to. And take pictures of everyone you fuck, while you are fucking them. Got it? So, unless you have a gut burning desire to spend the next three years in the great state of Nevada, cool your jets.” I sat down at the table and grabbed one of the sacks Gene had brought. I was thinking about what Dad had said about being watched and it pissed me off. I unwrapped a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit and took a bite. “How much do you think she wants?” “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Who? Catherine?” “Duh. No, Mingy.” “I don’t know. Dad told me that he gave her $10,000 to leave Tennessee, fifteen years kocaeli anal yapan escort ago, and never come back.” “When did he tell you that?” “I went through a paranoid period when you were about five or six and he told me then that he had paid her to leave. He made her sign an agreement to pay him back the money that he gave her if she ever showed up in Tennessee again. The lawyer said it would never hold up in court so he just hoped she wouldn’t want to.” Dad poured coffee for Gene and himself and they sat down and looked through the sacks and finally dumped them all out on the table. I grabbed up two hash browns and went to the fridge to get ketchup. “Why do I have to give up sex?” “You don’t have to give it up. You’ll just have to choke the chicken like every other 15-year old or find a boyfriend who is not 18, yet.” I could see Gene smiling behind his sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. That pissed me off even more. “How much would a hit man cost? Probably less than what she is going to want, knowing that PopPop sold the farm to General Motors.” “Son, don’t even joke about that. If something were to happen to her, investigators would be asking everyone if any of us had ever talked about hiring someone to kill her. There will be an easier way and less dangerous way to get her out of here. Especially, since she is behind bars for trying to break in the house yesterday. Don’t do or say anything stupid that will give her an upper hand.” “I’m not trying to change the subject but actually I am. When do you want to come over to start working out with me? I’m off today.” “Yeah, Garth, that’s a good idea. That will keep you from getting bored. “Nah, Steve Michaels is coming over around noon to hang out.” “Is he gay?” “He says he’s not but you never can tell. Besides, he’s already 18. What about you, Gene? We could pull down your garage doors and have our own private party. You could sure be a pal and help me out. I don’t think you would rat me out to Catherine. Dad wouldn’t mind, would you? Can I have this last hash browns?” “You can have it, Son, since you are still a growing boy. I am going to hit the shower and get some sleep. I didn’t even get a break last night.” He got up, cleaned the table of all the wrapping paper from McDonald’s and headed for the back door to go to Gene’s. “Hey Dad, you didn’t answer the question that I asked about Gene.” Dad looked back over his shoulder, “No, I didn’t. Gene, you didn’t get any sleep last night, either. But you don’t work again until tomorrow. What are you going to do?” “I’m going to shower with you and take a nap for a few hours so I can still sleep tonight.” “Ok let’s get at it. I’m completely exhausted. I’m going to sleep all day. Garth, you know where I’ll be if you need me.” I decided I would go back to bed since it will be three hours until Steve shows up. I striped out of my shorts and climbed into my bed but couldn’t go to sleep. I decided to choke my chicken as Dad suggested. I pulled my cum rag out from beneath my mattress. I had to get up to find the tender teat that I had brought from the farm. I found it in the bottom of a box that I had not unpacked yet. I used two fingers to scoop out some of that soft cool lotion. I smeared it on my cock. My god that felt good. I started a slow jack, all the way to the head then slowly back down to the root. The Tender Teat is the best jack off lube that’s ever been made. My hand was full of my cock. As I admired how huge my cock was, I got harder. I remembered my conversation with Dad about Gene. He never answered my question. I imagined how good it would feel sliding my cock into Gene’s ass. I wondered how tight he might be. Dad told me that he is a size queen. I thought how nice it would be to reach around and jack him. I assumed his cock would be as big as mine. I had never jacked a cock as massive as mine. With my cock in his ass, it would be like jacking my own cock but with my own cock deep in Gene’s ass. With no warning, my cock exploded all over my face, neck, chest and stomach. God that was a good one. My breathing slowly returned to normal. I used my cum rag to start cleaning myself up. Before I finished, I fell asleep. I woke up four hours later at 2 pm. My cum rag dried and stuck to the hairs on my chest and belly. My bladder was screaming to be emptied. I got up to go pee. I passed the mirror over the wash basin and saw cum dried in my hair and on my forehead. I turned on the shower to warm up while I peed. The hot water soothed my muscles while my crusty cum washed down the drain. I dried off and decided not to put anything on. Downstairs, I took my phone off the charger and noticed that Michaels had not called, so I called him. “Hey, Steve. I thought you were coming over to hang out this afternoon.” “Naah. I changed my mind.” “Why not?” “I’m just not feeling it.” “Oh. “You’re not feeling it? What is it suppose to feel like? Were you going to call me or just let me stand around waiting for you to show up?” “We didn’t have a date.” “Yeah we did. You were going to come over around 12ish.” “That’s not a date.” “Fuck you.” I hung up. Two guys in the last 12 hours who have blown me off. I was pissed. I got a half full liter of Dr Pepper out of the fridge and filled a solo cup with ice and went out to the pool. I turned on the filter pump and settled down with my Dr Pepper feeling pissed and sorry for myself for not having any good friends. I lay there on the chaise starting to feel the sun bake into my bones. I relaxed Saturday before Labor Day. Nothing to do and no one to do it with. I wished for Mingy and PopPop. At least, I would have someone to talk to. izmit yabancı escort “Hey, is the filter pump still working ok?” I looked back over my shoulder to see JT coming through the gate from the garage. I pulled my ear buds out and smiled at the pool guy. “Do you always skinny dip?” “Yeah, I do when my grandmother is out of town but she gets back on Tuesday. Fun and games will come to a halt. What are you up to?” “I’m on call but have had only one emergency and that was first thing this morning. I thought I was going to be busy all day. Are you here by yourself?” “Yeah. I thought a friend was coming over but he’s not. He said that he wasn’t feeling it. What the fuck does that mean?” “Is he a fuck buddy?” “No, he says that he is straight, but you never know. My gaydar goes off when I am around him but that might just be wishful thinking. Strip down and join me here in the sun. Can I fix you something to drink? I only have soft drinks.” “Some ice water would be nice, thanks.” “I’ll get your water and you get comfortable.” When I came out with our drinks, JT was on his phone. “We’re pretty slammed today but I’ll break off and come over and bring you some chemicals to get you through the weekend. I’ll be there in about an hour. Sure thing. You know this is gonna cost you? Okay.” “I told that fucker to load in all the chemicals he would need for the next month but he thought he had enough to last until we closed and covered his pool on the first of October. Now he’s run out and the pH is through the roof and he has a big party on Monday and he doesn’t want his pool to be green with algae. Now I have to jump through my ass for him. And I was hoping you would take care of my ass today. I do have time to give you a good blow on your horn. Come on over here, big boy. He sat down on the chaise and I walked over to him, stroking my cock to a full hard on. JT took me at the base of my cock and licked the head. That always gets me even hotter and harder. Oh yeah this is so much better than a good chicken choking. JT is one of the few that can take my cock all the way into his throat. I felt my cock head being massaged by his throat muscles. I knew I would not last. I blasted as I rose up on my toes. After several shots, JT pulled off and the rest of my load went into his mouth. He swallowed like a champ and didn’t lose a drop. No mess to clean up. He cleaned me up very well. Licking me like my cock was a lollipop. “I’ve got to head out. I have to go by the shop to pick up chemicals and then come all the way back out here where the fucker lives. I’ll catch you later.” Suddenly I was completely alone again. I lay down again and turned up the music. It was just a few minutes when the gate opened and in walked Gene. “You didn’t pay any attention at all to what your Dad told you this morning, did you?” Gene was pissed. “What do you mean?” “A few minutes ago I stuck my head and saw you with your cock balls deep in the pool boy’s throat. Your Dad told you this morning to knock it off with older men.” “Catherine is still in jail and doesn’t get out until Tuesday.” “Yeah? How do you know she didn’t find a half-assed lawyer hanging around the jail who made bail for her or a lawyer to just hire a PI to follow and watch you. For all you know that could have been Catherine at the gate rather than me. You could have been on your way to Nevada by the end of the month. Do you think your Dad was just shitting you?” “Are you going to tell him?” “No, Garth, I’m not. Your Dad has a very dangerous job. Distractions could get him killed. Your behavior could get him killed if he is distracted, worrying about you, while working. So no, I’m not going to tell him anything that will be a distraction to him. Garth, you may think you are a grown man because you have a big cock. But you are not a grown man.You are a kid. Irresponsible as fuck. You don’t think. You just act impulsively. That’s dangerous for you and for people around you. You need to grow the fuck up.” Gene turned and left through the gate before I could say anything. I felt like shit. I was truly sorry for being selfish and thoughtless. I sat down on the chaise and started to cry thinking about my actions getting my Dad killed. I went in and put on my Speedo that suddenly felt like it was too small. I looked in my underwear drawer and found the new pair of red swim trunks that Mingy had bought me a week or so ago. With the liner, my cock barely showed. I put on the new trunks and went out to the pool again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Gene had said. I stared at the water and berated myself for being such an inconsiderate jerk. I must have been sitting there for at least a couple of hours. Then I heard my Dad. “Hey Hot Rod, are you hungry? Gene and I are going to Martin’s for barbecue. Do you want to go or do you want me to bring some take out?” “I want to go. I’m going stir crazy being locked up here.” “Good. Go put on some clothes and we’ll head out so that I can get back in time to go in to work. Where did you get the red trunks?” “Mingy bought them for me. She’s been complaining all summer that my yellow Speedos are obscene. And they had gotten too small. I’ll be right back. I just need to put on some shorts.” When I came down, Dad and Gene were waiting in Gene’s four-door truck. I got in the back seat. “After dinner, Gene is going to drop me at the station and then bring you home. Do you have any plans?” “No, sir. I sure wish we had the cable hooked up. No TV is causing some serious withdrawal for me.” “If you want to watch TV, you can come over to my house. We can watch a movie if you want.” “The satellite dish will be installed on Tuesday so you have only a few more days of the shakes before you can watch TV again. Until then take Gene up on his offer to watch a movie at his place.” “Ok.” I really didn’t want to go to Gene’s house but I wasn’t going to make a scene about it in front of Dad. —–Labor Day Weekend continues in the next chapter

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