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Firehouse Blues cajuncock Ok this is based on an incident that happened years ago. I was 21 and just out of college and had managed to land a low paying teaching job. I'd worked that summer and saved enough to move from my parents' house into my own place. It was a cheap, $98 a month, studio. One advantage was that it overlooked a large park and the zoo. The disadvantage was that it was next to the elevator and had roaches, thousands of them! After repeated and unsuccessful attempts to get the building super to help I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to the local hardware store and bought a couple of bug bombs. I set them off in two parts of the place and went off to school. I returned home to find a note to see the super. So I went down to his place and he handed me a notice to report to the local fire station. Not knowing that what I ha done resulted in the fire department having been called. I walked the few blocks to the station with the notice in hand. I called out and was told to go upstairs. The duty chief read me the riot act then asked if I was hungry. By then it was way past my usual dinner time so I said yes. He ushered me into their kitchen where there was a long table set up for the crew. Many of the men were already chowing down. The chief introduced me as the bug guy and I was handed a plate of food. These guy were big and had big appetites to match! When we finished I offered to do the dishes since they'd fed me so well. It must've been a slow day since there were no calls. Most of the guys were in the weight room or the lounge watching TV. The lounge had a pool table. Now I'd been a pretty good player in college so was invited to play a game. One game led to two then three. The place had no a/c and it was summer so we were pretty sweaty by the time we finished. One of the guys handed me a towel and ushered me into the shower room. There I saw a half dozen naked firemen under the shower heads. Now I knew that I was curious about other men so this turned me on. But I had a problem, a big problem down below. I couldn't just suddenly leave and if I striped my problem would be in full sight. I hesitated until one of the guys in the shower challenged me "You aren't shy are you? We're all guys with the same equipment." He walked out of the shower an over to where I was standing. "Here hang your things on this peg." he rather loudly said. There was no alternative at this point so I striped down, hard cock and all on display. No one made a comment but I did see a few cocks plump up. Now I was skinny at 5'11 and 120 pounds and now surrounded by 6 or so hunks, all naked. I moved to an empty shower head and turned on the water. I tried not to stare but couldn't help but notice the cock on my right as I turned around. It was soft but huge,a good 9 inches of man meat. When I looked again it had risen up to half mast, adding a few more inches. It was impressive to say the least. The other guys ignored me and I rushed to finish the shower and dress. I returned to the lounge and played another game of pool with the owner of the massive cock. During the game he'd stand behind me to help me line up my shot. His body pressed against my butt. I could feel the monster against me. No one seemed to notice or care. At the end of the game I again apologized for the bug bomb incident and thanked them for the meal. Some of them stood to shake my hand and invited me back for a pool game anytime I wanted. I was escorted downstairs by the owner of the monster cock. When we were out of hearing of the others he whispered "I'd like to get to know that cute body of yours sometimes. Maybe I can come by on the weekend to offer some tips on your problem?" He patted my ass and smiled down at me. He was 6'6'. I gave him my number and told him Ok. At that time there were no known safe places where gay men could meet. I was frustrated sexually and would welcome any activity. Over the next month I visited the fire station a few times to play pool. During that time a few of the firemen became friends and would drop by my place to help me solve my "roach" problem. I discovered that many of them were single or sexually frustrated in their marriages. I helped them release their on the job stress. Some were tops others bottoms. The house rule was whatever went on in the apartment stayed in the apartment. On a few occasions we'd meet at my place to watch Sunday football, four or five of them always naked. We developed games for the points scored on the TV, an early form of truth or dare but without the truth part. Needless to say I stopped trying to find places to meet men. My hands (and ass) were full with my firemen. I received a different kind of education and proved to be a very good student. Lesson #1-the best remedy for job stress is sex-hard and long.