Abernethy - Sex Stories

Abernethy

... checked out a gay magazine, selecting which one to visit. With literally dozens of names, I decided to base my choice on a tried and tested method; the alphabet. The first name under the bar section was; Abernethy . The bar was several stations away from where I lived. At 8pm, I entered the bar after a relatively short train journey. The neighborhood was okay, but the bar had obviously seen, better days. The place was relatively empty. Upon inquiring from Des the barman why this was so; he told me that the clients only really arrived after 9:30pm. Jovial as I was, I was not going to let this unremarkable establishment spoil my evening. Fifteen minutes later a fireman joined me at the counter. He ordered a Coke, before engaging me in conversation. Wes, full name Wesley, was a fireman at a local station, and would be reporting for duty at 10pm. He was very handsome, with short dark hair and a mustache. Wes was 6’0” tall, and fairly hunky. In his fireman’s overall he appeared to have a very substantial bubble butt, which demanded attention. His hands were large, and his feet, judging by his boots, were huge. In short, he was a walking wet-dream. When I told him where I lived he asked: “Why did you decide to slum it tonight”. I was slightly taken aback, and explained the details of why I had chosen this bar. He then told me; the bar was named after some or other kind of biscuit. We continued chatting for the next hour and a half, swapping our life stories. At 9:45pm, he said ...

... that he had to head off to work. Having had my fill of the place, I left at the same time as him. Outside before we parted company, he asked me if I made a decent breakfast. Replying that I did; he then asked for my telephone number, saying that he would put me to the test the following morning. Chapter Two: On my way home on the train, I wondered if I would see him. He was totally hot, and I hoped that I would receive the call. As I walked to my home I laughed as I passed by my local fire station, which was a block and a half from my apartment. Wouldn’t it be great if he were stationed there? I was awoken the following morning by a beep from my phone. The SMS simply inquired where I lived. After furnishing my address, with the local fire station as a marker, I presently received a reply stating; that I would see him at 8:30am. Wes arrived on time, by motorbike, and I presented him with a breakfast of note. As we ate I observed that he looked quite tired. His shift had been hectic, and he admitted that he could do with some sleep. I offered him my bed, as it was the only had one in the apartment. With a smile he asked if he would be safe using it. Jokingly I answered; that as he was obviously a lot more powerful than me, rape simply would be out of the question. After a shower Wes emerged from the bathroom completely naked. I almost fainted, as I took in this magnificent specimen. He was a solid block of manhood, with a cock that would make a donkey envious. When he observed me ...