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Burning Fire
(Jack Brighton)

     "Oh yes! Oh yes! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Freddie screamed, his ass muscles pulsing around my shaft.

     I smirked as I watched the young lad come. I always enjoy seeing an ejaculation, especially when I'm fucking it out of the guy. His cock jerked violently upwards and a stand of white spunk flew out of the slit. It arced through the air, forced viscously out by the pressure from within as his ass got shafted without a moments relenting. Then it splattered the young blond on his pretty boyish face. I carried on fucking him as the lad gasped and screamed, and more cum was forced out of his lovely little balls to land in ribbons of glistening white all over his smooth toned chest and rippled stomach.

     The blond lad looked spent. I had fucked him for hours and this was the third time he'd come, but I was far from finished with him. Instead of fucking him harder, however, and reaching my own climax, I pulled my cock out and dropped the lad's legs to dangle over the bed.

     "God that was good!" Freddie said in praise. "You sure know how to use that big piece of meat. I've never been fucked as well as that, and that's no word of a lie." He obviously failed to realise in his excitement that whilst he was covered in his own spunk, I myself hadn't come. Nor did he realise that I was seething with an anger that all my hard fucking had failed to dispel ??" that his peachy ass that had taken my cock so well, hadn't doused the fire that was raging in my guts. 

     "On your knees!" I snapped.

     "What?" asked Freddie, suddenly awoken from his reverie.

     "I said get on your fucking knees!"

     It was really unfair. It wasn't his fault. But something flipped inside my head and I lost all control. Without waiting for the lad to even attempt to comply, I grabbed him by the legs and twisted him around. A moment later Freddie had his face pressing into the bed and his knees forced into a kneeling position; his plump peachy ass stuck in the air, provocatively proffered for the next round of shafting. Within another few seconds that arse was getting speared as I drove my sheathed cock all the way home.

     "Tighten up!"

     "What?"

     A hard crack across his right buttock was the answer he got. The lad let out a yelp and pleaded for me to stop. 

     "I said tighten up," I commanded, reverting to my military voice which tended to get obeyed.

     There was a little sob from the lad who was now clearly out of his depth. He tried to raise his head and make a plea, but that only provoked me and fanned my irate flames. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head back down then I struck him again and again and again, the sound of the hard slaps on the lad's milky white ass reverberated around the room. Then the fucking recommenced. I thumped into Freddie's ass with bestial ferocity, slapping his butt cheeks as I fucked his pink hole.

     The shagging now progressed at a furious pace. With the lad totally surrendered and whimpering into the bed clothes, I pummelled into him like a frenzied beast, striking out to enhance my enjoyment, to keep the lad tight and to keep him crying. 

     But it wasn't Freddie that I was fucking any more, he was just a convenient piece of meat ??" a hole for me to shaft and a body for me to slap. In my head it was Farrell that I was banging into ??" sexy Farrell who didn't take it up the ass and stupidly thought that his boyfriend was a saint; either that or he was just as guilty of the teasing game that Russ had played. I fucked this lad in anger, no longer caring who or what he was. In my mind it was Farrell, that handsome big hunk, who had stupidly crossed me or been duped in the game. Either way, his big chunky cherry ass would soon be mine, just like this lad's was now.

     I fucked him like a savage beast, smacking his fiery butt cheeks with my groin on the in stroke and slapping them with my hand on the out. He cried into the sheets, but he knew not to resist. Perhaps he quite liked it ??" lots of men do ??" though it didn't sound likely from the whimpering he made. I didn't give a shit. I was way beyond caring. I just smacked him and fucked him, venting it all out.

     Then with a final quickening of my already hyperactive pace, I felt my balls tighten and let out a mighty roar. I made a hard thrust as I threw back my head and the first blast of my release shot out of my cock to be trapped by the protecting sheath. I quickly pulled out of him and ripped off the condom and the next blast of spunk shot through the air to land on the blond lad's back. I leapt onto the bed and grabbed Freddie's head, twisted it round and shoved my cock at his mouth. The lad resisted. A hard smack across the chops soon sorted that out and with a whimper he opened up. My rock hard meat went surging in. I grabbed the blond hair and drew him even closer and plunged my ejaculating cock into the lad's throat. Thrusting again, I fucked for another minute, smashing my groin into Freddie's face as I squirted out the rest of my copious load into the boy's violated gullet.

     "Sorry. I got a bit carried away," I said nonchalantly as I pulled out of his mouth, the red mist in my head starting to clear.

     Freddie was rolling around on the bed, clutching his throat, tears streaming down his flushed pink cheeks. He stared at me. I could see the fear in his moistened eyes.

     "Too rough?"

     He just snivelled in reply.

     "Shame! I enjoyed it. You're a really good fuck. Hang around for a bit and I'll do you again."

     "No! I've had enough. I want to go now," bleated Freddie. He tried to pull himself together and get off the bed so he could find his clothes, get dressed and escape.

     "Not so fast," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder to hold him in check. "I'm not finished with you yet."

     "I've had enough... really. Please, don't hit me again. I'm not into that sort of stuff."

     "Sorry I was such a disappointment."

     "You weren't ??" it was only at the end. The rest was brilliant... Can I go please?"

     "I said I wasn't finished."

     "What do you want me to do? I'll suck you off if you like. I'll do anything; just don't hit me again... please!"

     "Alright... Do you want a drink?"

     "No thanks."

     "Well I'm having one; are you sure?"

     "Some water would be fine."

     "Okay. Clean yourself up then go into the living room and wait for me there. And don't you try to run off, or else you will get another slap, and it'll be my belt that I take to your arse, not my hand."

     I went to the kitchen and got Freddie his water and a stiff measure of whisky for me. When I came into the living room he was sitting on an easy chair looking very uncomfortable, his eyes on his clothes that were strewn across the floor.

     "Let them stay there for the time being," I said as I handed him his water then took a seat on the sofa where we had earlier fucked.

     "I want to ask you a few questions."

     He looked to me suspiciously, scanning my naked body with new wary eyes. "Sure... fire away," he nervously said.

     "The big guy in the club ??" Farrell... You know him?"

     Freddie furrowed his brow, wondering what this was about, but he was too fearful of me to tell me a lie, or to try and evade the question. "Yeah, we work together."

     "Where?"

     "At the fire station, in Worthing, that's where we live."

     "You're both fireman?" I asked sounding surprised. Farrell fitted the image, but Freddie most certainly did not.

     "He is, but not me. I work in the office ??" systems administrator."

     "That sounds like fun. Bit of a fantasy, isn't it ??" a young gay lad spending his day surrounded by big hunky firemen. Wet dream material if you ask me... Has he ever fucked you?"

     "No!" snapped Freddie, shocked at the question.

     "But you'd like him to, yeah?" 

     He dropped his eyes to the floor and a little more colour came to his cheeks; then he looked back to me with a sheepish grin on his face. "I wouldn't say no," he confessed. It was hardly a surprise ??" what cock loving lad wouldn't want Farrell to fuck him. 

     "But he's never tried it on?" I quizzed. "That's a bit odd if you ask me. All that sitting around waiting for the 999 call; probably bored to tears, and there's a sexy young lad with a cracking arse gagging for your cock... and he's never taken you aside and slipped it to you, not even the once."

     "No! Mean bastard!"

     I was glad to hear Freddie make a joke and see a smile come across his face. It would make the rest of this interview run all the more smoothly.

     "Not as mean as you though!" he added. "Christ, my arse is still aching! You shouldn't have done that."

     "That was nothing ??" trust me. You got off lightly. So take it as a warning ??" be careful about who you go home with."

     Freddie considered this for a moment. He looked me over again, not sure what to make of me ??" the rugged face that had quizzed and warned; the military body that had turned him on; the cock that had fucked him and the hand that had struck him ??" an explosive package that could be a dream or a nightmare, depending on your perspective and the mood I was in. He drank it all in and I could see the lust returning to his sapphire eyes, tinged with some justified wariness. "It was still great though," he finally said. Do you want to fuck me again, but without, or maybe just... No. Sorry."

     I leaned back in the sofa and spread my legs so Freddie could get a better look at my cock and balls. "You're a nice kid," I said, not answering his question but hooking him again. "Not like that boyfriend of Farrell's ??" I took a serious disliking to him."

     "Yeah, he's a bit of a tease, isn't he?" replied Freddie, his eyes flicking between my smouldering face and my meaty flaccid cock which was draped over my thigh.

     I took a sip of whisky, and with my free hand I idly stroked my dick, running my fingertips along the length, distracting Freddie from the nature of my questions. "Have they been together long?" I casually asked.

     "Three years. They live together now."

     "In Worthing, you said."

     Freddie tore his eyes away from my teasing display. "Yeah... look, why are you so interested?"

     "Never you mind Freddie, just answer my questions." My cock was now growing and I held it in my hand, sensuously wanking the stiffening flesh. "You said he's a bit of a tease ??" he certainly came on to me without delivering. Does he do that with other guys?"

     "Anyone who's new in town and horny looking like you... God that's beautiful ??" it really is. Finest piece of meat that's ever been up my ass, that's for sure."

     "Tell me more, Freddie. Tell me all you know about this little game Russ likes to play."

     Staring at my dick, Freddie blurted it all out, no longer caring about my reasons for asking. "Well, there's not much to tell really. He flirts and gets guys interested. He's so incredibly vain ??" he thinks he's God's gift, and he wants everybody to think the same. He feeds off all the attention. It's like a drug for him, knowing that every man in the club wants him... or at least they did before he pulled his stunt. He flirts until they're hooked then when they make a move and chat him up, he points out Farrell - that's if they haven't already noticed he's with someone. Then when they ask about sex, just with him or as a threesome ??" he always gets them to ask Farrell..."

     "...And Farrell always says no. I suppose he gets a kick out of it as well."

     "I think so. He's never said it directly, but I think he likes knowing that guys want what he's got ??" that they want Russ and can't have him."

     I gave a satisfied snort and took another sip of the whisky. "Thanks for that. I just needed to know that it wasn't only me. My ego got a little dented. Anyway, I reckon I ended up with the better result for the night. In fact I'd say definitely ??" look, my cock's stiff again. Why don't you come over here and show me what you can do with your tongue? Then I'll give that sweet ass of yours a thorough rimming before I fuck it again. No rough stuff ??" I promise. I'm supposed to be here for a wholesome weekend by the sea. What do you say?"

     "Hell yes! And you can be a little rough if you want, but not too hard, got it?"

     Freddie came over and knelt between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. I rested my hand on his wavy blond hair and thrust into him gently as he sucked on my knob. "Oh yeah, Freddie; I think I've got it! I've got exactly what I need."

     A gay fireman called Farrell who was based in Worthing ??" well there wouldn't be two of them!