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Subject: My Daddy is a Nashville Fireman–Part 1 My daddy is a hot firefighter. He is the hottest man that I know and I worship the ground that he walks on. He is old, like 32 and big, like 6’6″ big and he weighs 250lbs. He is that heavy because he is all muscle, not an ounce of fat on him. I hope someday that I am as big as he is. He says I will be. His daddy, my PopPop, is 6’4″. My daddy says my mom was tall like 6′ and very athletic and also a beautiful cheerleader in high school. I don’t remember her. She took off before I could walk. That’s why I don’t remember her. I know I’m going to be tall because I am only in the 9th grade and I am already 6′ tall. I’ve always been the tallest kid in my grade and back in the 3rd grade, when Jess Sommes moved up to junior high, I also became the fastest in the whole school. My name is Garth, named after Garth Brooks, but my friends call me Girth because of my dick. That all started in the second grade when we had pissing contests in the boys restroom. Whoever could pee the highest on the wall won. Mr Jackson, the custodian didn’t mind. He thought it was funny and would watch us and would be the judge. Three years later, when I was in the 5th grade, he would the first grown man to suck my cock. It wasn’t the first time I got sucked but it was the best to that time. By then, I was filling his mouth completely up and then he would swallow. He said he loved it and I sure did, too. My best friend Tommy Thompson was the first to suck me off the year before in the 4th grade. I taught him how to jack off that year after Jess Sommes taught me. Jess tried to get me to suck him but I wouldn’t do it. I was afraid he would tell since he wouldn’t suck me. Mr. Jackson said that I had a man’s dick on me since I measured 6.5″ and was thick around, like a grown man, in the 5th grade. He wanted me to fuck him because I was so thick. When I pushed in he was huffing and puffing til I was balls deep. He was my first fuck and I came after only three or four thrusts into him. He was very disappointed. So we waited a few minutes, since school was out and everyone had gone home. I fucked him again and lasted a few minutes longer. We waited again, down in the basement boiler room where we were fucking, and the third time he shot his load while I was fucking him and he was through then. I came again in his ass that was a full load because I was so excited. He laid down on the cot that we were using to catch his breath and I left to run home since I had missed the bus. It was only four miles and I beat the bus to my house because the bus had to follow the route. Tommy and I were the last two to be dropped off on the bus route. “Where were you?” was the first thing Tommy said when I met him at the bus. “I was fucking Mr.Jackson.” Tommy went bug-eyed. “You’re shitting me”, he didn’t believe me. I smiled and said, “I wouldn’t shit my favorite turd.” We went down to the rec room to the video games and I told him all about it. We stayed down there until Tommy’s mom showed up from work to take him home. She honked the horn and Tommy ran to the car yelling, “See you tomorrow, Girth.” Mingy said, I don’t like for Tommy to call you, Girth. Is it because you are the biggest boy in your grade?” “Yes and no. It’s because I am the biggest in the whole school.” I didn’t tell her it was because I had the biggest dick in the whole school and that I was proud of it. “Well, that’s teasing and I don’t like it. I want it stopped.” “Aw come on, Mingy. They call me that because they like me. They don’t mean anything by it. If they were being mean about it, I’d kick some butt and it would stop. When is dinner? Do I have time to go shoot some hoops?” “Watch your language, young man. You’re not so big that I can’t kick some butt, myself. No, you don’t have time to shoot hoops. But you do have time to go take a shower. You stink to high heaven. Now, go.” “Yes’um” The shower was a good idea. Even though I had cum three times in the last two hours, I was feeling the need again. Daddy and I had bedrooms upstairs with a bathroom between us. These had been Daddy’s and Aunt Margaret Jane’s rooms when they were kids. I had her old room and Daddy was still in his. At the top of the stairs, I saw Daddy’s door open a little bit with the ceiling fan on him as he lay butt naked on his bed asleep. He had an extra long bed but his feet still hung off the end. I stopped to look at him. He was laying on his stomach with his arms crossed on his pillow and his head on his arms. I sprang instant wood. God, I loved my daddy’s body. He was hairy from his waist, across his butt cheeks, and down his legs to his ankles. I was beginning to get hair but not as much as he had. One day, I hoped. He started to stir, so I stepped into the bathroom before he saw my hard cock. I got the water running and stepped into the tub just as he opened the door. “How was school today?” he asked as he cut loose with his piss. From the sound of his piss hitting the water, I could tell he had a humongous cock. It sounded like a garden hose filling a bucket. My cock got harder. I croaked out, “It was ok. Boring as usual but Track is still going on so it’s not all bad.” “Don’t use all the hot water. I need to shower before dinner. If you are going to rub one or two out, turn the water off while you do it. I don’t want to take a cold shower. Got that?” I turned a new shade of red. He escort kocaeli repeated, “Got that?” “Yes.” I said with more venom than I intended. I heard him chuckle as he went back to his room. I did turn the water off and I did rub out one more, the whole time thinking what it would be like to rub one out with my dad. The last load was my fifth of this afternoon and it was kind of weak but still felt good. I turned the water on and finished my shower making sure I rinsed all my cum down the drain. While I was toweling dry I made two decisions. One, I was not going to call him Daddy anymore. I was too old for that. Second, I was not going to let him embarrass me anymore about sex. I can give as good as I get. As I walked out of the bathroom, still chubbed and without a towel around my waist Dad was walking out of his room completely naked. He asked trying to get a rise out of me, “Did you rinse all your cum down the drain?” “There wasn’t much to rinse down, since it was my fifth time today, Dad. So you are good to go and add yours to mine in the drain.” I didn’t look at him as I entered my bedroom and shut the door I was laying naked on my bed with the fan above me trying to dry off enough to get dressed. “Hurry up and get dressed for dinner. Mom has it ready and Dad is home and is hungry. We need to talk so don’t dawdle.” What could that mean? We need to talk. It didn’t sound good. Daddy had moved up to Nashville after he finished college, three years ago and had left me with Mingy and Pop-Pop. He came back to Spring Hill when he had his four-days off after seven-days on. He had gotten on with the Nashville Fire and had been saving up until he was making enough for me to go live with him. As much as I loved being with Daddy, I didn’t want to move to Nashville. I didn’t know anyone there. How could I leave Tommy, my best friend and Mingy and Pop-Pop? Daddy hollered back up the stairs, “Garth, get a move on. I told you supper is ready.” “Ok, I’m coming.” Everyone was sitting at the table and watched me as I took my place. Mingy started passing the bowls of food for us to serve ourselves. When Pop-Pop passed the green beans to me, I asked, “Ok, what is it that we need to talk about?” ” Not now, Son. After we eat. Mom made a Chess pie and we can talk over pie.” “Dad are you going back tonight or in the morning?” “What’s this Dad stuff?” “What do you mean?” “You know good and well what I mean.” “I’m not a kid anymore, so I am not going to go around calling you Daddy like I’m some kind of snot-nosed three-year-old.” “Don’t you think we should have talked about this. I kinda like being called Daddy.” I turned to Pop-Pop and asked, “Did your son here ever call you Daddy?” “Yep, he sure did.” “But, he calls you Dad now?” “Yep, he sure does. Looks like you lost this one, Son. Your little boy is growing up.” “Well, I don’t like it.” “Neither do I,” Mingy chimed in as she served each one of us a slice of pie. “Ok, we’ve all got pie. What is so important for us to have to wait for pie to talk?” “Dad sold the farm.” “WHAT?” I came up out of my seat. “I’m glad you broke it to him gentle like, Son.” “He’s all grown up. He can handle it.” “Don’t be mean, Son. That’s not like you at all.” My tears were streaming. “Why Pop-Pop? Where are we going to live? Where am I going to school? Mingy, did you agree to all this?” “Yes, I did, Gartj, Pop-Pop and I are getting old. He’ll be 60 in September and it’s time for him to slow down. Plus those folks offered us more than we ever dreamed we’d get for this little old farm.” “The county mayor said we got twice as much, per acre, as the highest price ever paid for land in this county. Your grandmother and I just could not turn it down. Your Dad doesn’t want to farm, so this is best all around. We are getting enough that your Mingy and I will never have to worry about anything financial. Margaret Jane gets one-third, your Dad gets one-third and your grandmother and I will keep a third.” I was calming down. “Where are we going to live?” “Your dad has found a place in Nashville where we can live together. So you will still be stuck living with Mingy and me plus your Dad. We’ll be a family again. We are going up this weekend to check out what he has his eye on. Nice house with a swimming pool.” “Seriously? A pool?” I nearly said damn. “Hey, I need to get on the road. Garth, come help me get my stuff loaded up.” I followed Dad up the stairs and I watched from his door as he got his bags closed. He stopped and came over to me and put his arms around my shoulders, my face into his chest, which was easy since I was still six inches shorter than he was. He hugged me to him. “I’m sorry I was such a jackass down there. Dad was right. It was mean of me. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I don’t want you to grow up, but I know you will. And you are growing up very well. You are smart. You have a good heart. You are soon to be a very handsome man. No Daddy in this world could be more proud of his son than I am of you.” With Dad hugging me and my crotch right up against his leg, I was throwing some serious wood. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He kissed my forehead and asked, ” Are we good?” “We’re always good, Dad”. I stepped back making him release his hug. I saw him look down at my bulge and smile. I looked down at his and his was way bigger than mine by a lot. I had never seen him hard but at kocaeli anal yapan escort that moment I knew it had to be massive. From that moment on, I started fantasizing about my dad’s cock hard. I decided to come up with a plan to see it. Friday afternoon, we loaded up Mingy’s car and headed to Nashville. We found the Holiday Inn Dad told Pop-Pop about and checked in. I changed to my bathing suit and headed to the pool while Pop-Pop called Dad at the fire station. He had managed to get a personal day off tomorrow so that we could look at the house. Dad said that he would meet us for supper at 6:30. While I was swimming, a guy came to the pool and put his towel and phone on the chaise one down from mine. He seemed real friendly, smiling big and giving me a head nod. I smiled back and said hi. He asked about the water and I said it was great. He dove in and swam the length twice. He had great form so I knew he was a serious swimmer. His name was Todd. Looked to be about my dad’s age. Hairy like Dad but not near as big, probably 5-10″ or 11″. We hung on the side of the pool and talked. He asked where I was from so I told him our story. He was traveling for work from Cincinnati. He got out of the pool to answer his phone and I watched him cross to his chaise to answer it. Looking at him from this angle, he had a really great body, nice hairy chest and full upper arms. But his butt was to die for– a very sexy man. I swam laps while he talked on the phone. When he hung up, I swam to the side of the pool and pulled myself out right in front of my new friend. I was wearing my swim team Speedos. I paused at the top of my pull up on the side of the pool with my left knee bent and my right leg still in the water, giving him a clear shot of my wide open crotch. Todd’s mouth dropped open. My friends that call me Girth say that I am both a show-er and a grow-er. I guess I am because with the right clothes, anyone can see that I am really hung. I walked over to my chaise to get my towel to start drying my hair. With my towel over my head a little bit, I watched Todd scope me out. I started to chub up a little and Todd could not take his eyes away until I sat down facing him legs open. I was looking right into his eyes smiling real big. He stammered a bit and finally asked, “Which college do you go to?” I laughed, “I’m not in college. I’m in the 9th grade. I start high school in the fall after we move up here to Nashville. He looked dumb-founded. “You look like a grown man,” he stammered. “I’m on top with that. Thank you. A lot of men think that about me. I take it as a compliment.” I cupped and squeezed my cock and balls as I said that. He gazed like he was being hypnotized. “What time is it, do you know? My dad is coming around at 6:30 to take my grandparents and me to dinner. I was just wondering if I have time for something else.” “It’s 4:30. How much time do you need? What something else do you have in mind?” “I’m feeling pretty horned up. Maybe I can find some place for a good jerk off. Got any ideas?” “We could go back to my room, if that sounds good to you. Room 146 at the back through the lobby. Head out and I will catch up with you.” “Good thing. Don’t be too long.” I was nearly to his room when he caught up and passed me in the hallway. He unlocked the door just as I got there. I followed him in. “Do you mind if I take this off and to hang over the shower rod? It dries pretty quickly.” I was already pulling off my Speedo before his brain processed what I had asked him. When I came out of the bathroom I was stroking my cock, now at it’s full eight and a half inches and six and a half around. Yep, definitely a show-er and a grow-er. Todd just stared while I stroked. I pushed him back and he sat on the bed. I walked closer between his legs. We both could see that I was dripping pre like a leaky water faucet. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded his head. I said. “Go ahead.” He was tentative at first, just licking the head. “Here take it.” I reached down for his hand and brought it to my cock and he took it. Then he got the idea. He went after it like a dog with a new bone. I quickly realized this was not his first bone. He was actually very good. Then Todd did what no one has been able to do in the last two years since I had put on a lot of length and girth–deep throat me. That brought me up on my toes. “Todd, I’m close. Where do you want it? Are you going to swallow? He nodded that he would. “Ok get ready. There is going to be a lot of it.” I had only jerked off once all day. True to my word, I flooded him straight down his throat, then I pulled out a little into his mouth and I was still shooting. Five shots later and his cheeks were puffing out. “Swallow, Todd.” He did did but some of my cum leaked out the corner of his lips when he did and ran down his chin. It looked hot. When I finished to a dribble, he licked and slurped on my cock until he had it totally clean. When he finished, I leaned down and licked my cum that had run down his chin and kissed him with it. He moaned into my kiss. We fell over on the bed and lay there enjoying the after bliss. Well, I was enjoying the bliss. Todd was just trying to catch his breath. The clock on the bedside table showed it was nearly 4:45. “Oh damn, I’ve got to go. My grandparents are probably looking for me. Todd, it’s been incredible. Write izmit yabancı escort your name down and I will friend you on FaceBook.” He did while I went to the bathroom to pee and get my suit to put it on. It was already dry. I rushed out of the room down the hall into the lobby. As I opened the door to go back out to the pool, there was Pop-Pop. “Where have you been. I thought you had been kidnapped.” “What? By six giant mafia guys? That’s how many it would take to get me to go somewhere I didn’t want to go. Anyway, I needed to take my afternoon dump and I didn’t want to stink up the room.” He didn’t know that I always take my daily dump in the morning. “Your dad will be here soon, so if you want to shower and get clean clothes on you had better get a move on.” Mingy wanted to eat in the hotel dining room. She said she was too tired to go out to dinner. So that is where we ate. As we were finishing up, Todd walked up behind Mingy and Pop-Pop. I smiled and greeted Todd. I stood up and shook hands and introduced him to dad and my grandparents. “Hey guys, I met Todd at the pool this afternoon. Todd this is my grandmother, Mildred McIntire, my granddad, Herbert McIntire, Pop-Pop stood and shook hands, and my dad James McIntire. Dad stood up and kept standing up all 6-6 of him and shook hands with Todd. “Well now I see where Garth gets his stature. James, you have a remarkable son. He will go far in this world. Did he tell you that I thought he was in college?” Dad just smiled and patted me on the back. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just wanted to say hello. It’s good to meet all of you.” Everyone at the table said as an unrehearsed chorus, “Good to meet you, too. Have a good night.” As he walked away, I noticed a tell-tale wet spot leaking through his shorts right dead center of his asshole. Only I could see it until Dad saw where I was looking and did a double take, squinting to see better. Then, he turned to look me in the eye with an unspoken question on his face. I gave him my innocent I-don’t- know-what-are-you-talking-about look. It was decided at dinner that I would go to Dad’s place to spend the night so that we could talk about what this move means as far as school and sports were concerned. Then as we were leaving through the lobby, Dad said that he wanted to stop in the lounge for a bit and for us to go on. I learned months later from Todd that dad had seen him through the door of the lounge before he came to join him at the bar. Dad and I left for his apartment pretty soon after he came back. What we talked about was how my life was going to change. It was going to be more structured. School was going to be tougher. I was going to go to a very expensive private school that had a great deal to offer me. He said I could fuck off and waste a great opportunity or I could take advantage of it. It was an opportunity that I would never have back in Spring Hill or for that matter, ever have again. He said that he hoped that I understood that. The other part was that they do not have a football program. But they do have a rugby team. He had talked to the coach who seemed very interested in me even though I had never played before. Coach said that would not be a problem. I would either be a good player or not. It all depended on how much I tried and how much I applied myself. It would all be up to me. “Dad, what if I don’t like rugby?” “Commit to one season and then we’ll see. Agreed? “Agree. What about basketball? Swimming? Track and Field?” “Yes, yes, and yes” ” So just no football?” “That’s it” “Ok here is my station up on the left.” “Wow that is a big station house. It looks new. What is the equipment?” “It’s not so big by Nashville standards but yes compared to the station in Spring Hill. It’s got a hook and ladder, pumper and an ambulance. Standard for most stations. And here is my apartment up here on the right. It’s not fancy. But it is close to the station.” “One bedroom. You can sleep with me or on the floor. The sofa is too short for either one of us. It’s a king size bed so we won’t be crowding each other.” “That’s fine, Dad. I don’t mind sleeping with you. I sleep with Tommy when he sleeps over and when I sleep over with him. It’s no big deal.” Dad parked in his spot and I got my travel bag out of the back of his truck. We went in and Dad turned on the lights. It was a small apartment, living room with an eating table right outside the kitchen and one bedroom and one bathroom. In the living room was a sofa and a recliner facing the TV. I was relieved that I wouldn’t be living there. “Son, it’s after 10 o’clock so we should be going to bed. We need to get up early and get moving. We’ll have to go get Mom and Dad and go to breakfast and then meet the real estate guy at 10. Are you hungry or are you ready for bed.” “No, Dad, I’m good and I am tired and ready for bed.” “Do you need some jack off time? There he goes again, trying to get me flustered. Remembering Todd, I said, “No Dad, I’ve gotten off three times today. How about you?” “Yep, three times for me, too. You go ahead in the bathroom first and I’ll go second.” I brushed my teeth and then I pissed. When I came out of the bathroom Dad had already striped to his boxer briefs. “This is how I sleep, in just my briefs. Is that OK?” “Yeah, sure. I sleep commando. Is that OK?” The dad eyebrows shot straight up. “Really?” “Yeah, I get too hot in pajamas and my junk gets all bound up even in underwear. I’ve been going commando to sleep for a couple years now. You sure it’s ok?” “It’s good. Nothing I haven’t seen before, Son.” Dad was in the bathroom for the longest and I fell asleep before he came out. (story continues in the morning)

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