After the fire had been put out at the factory in White Pine, it had been a busy day in the village of Honor Hills, with a grease fire at a restaurant and a two-car accident that had seen the car engines ignite. So the men of Honor Hills Fire Department had been given little rest over the past two days, and as such Chief Silva had sent several of his men home to rest and recharge. For Joey, that meant getting in a good, strenuous work out that pushed his muscles to the limit even as his exhorting cleared away any remnants of smoke from his lungs. He was healthy, he was strong, and right now after an hour of pushing himself with weights and jump rope and so many push-ups he had stopped counting, he was ready to do as his father suggested: rest.

  A ringing of the doorbell brought that idea to a halt.

  Running upstairs from his basement gym, Joey called out, “Be right there.” But first he darted into the kitchen for a beer as a reward for his hard work. It was only two in the afternoon, not that he cared. Joey lived life on his terms, his way, like making whoever it was at the door wait until he had taken that first, refreshing sip. Who did the pop-in anyway, shouldn’t they have called first? He realized he’d left his shirt downstairs in the gym, so when he went to answer the door he was dressed only in his shorts. A silvery sheen of sweat still coated his body, matting the generous swath of dark hair that covered his torso. He took another pull on the beer, foam sticking to the facial hair on his upper lip. Another knock came and he dashed to the door, opening it wide.

  “Oh, uh, hi,” said the voice behind the door.

  “Ellis,” Joey said, “what a surprise.”

  “I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

  Practically naked, he realized what Ellis referred to and he allowed himself a laugh. “Uh, it’s not what you think. The only thing that stops me is a fire whistle.”

  Ellis nodded. “So I learned,” he said dryly. “You always answer the door that way?”

  “You got it, flaunt it,” Joey said, running a hand through his impressive mat of blackened chest fur. Leaning an arm against the door frame, he exposed his upper arm, the thick patch of hair underneath his armpit connecting with the dark whorls that swirled out from hard pecs. It was like a game of connect the follicles.

  “You’ve certainly got it,” Ellis said, “Though you could scare neighborhood children.”

  “They only show up on Halloween,” Joey said. “But you, I see you haven’t run away.”

  “Actually, what I’d like is to come in.”

  Joey stepped aside, smiling. “Sure thing. Can I get you a beer?”

  “I prefer wine but…why not. I’ll be manly. Thanks.”

  Joey fetched another cold one from the fridge, downing his first one while he was there. Might as well start fresh the two of them, and that went beyond sharing a drink. Joey’s senses were heightened, and the pheromones coursing through his body, alive from the workout, were ready for a sexual adventure. Why else had Ellis showed up in person; his eyes when Joey opened the door widened with desire.

  When he returned to the living room, Ellis Van Pelt was looking at the photographs Joey had positioned on the hearth above the fireplace. He was facing away, and Joey zeroed in the guy’s tight little ass and he remembered how smooth it had been, so tight when he’d slid his massive cock inside him. He remembered how Ellis had bit his lip during that first penetration, how pain had given way to pleasure and how increasing pleasure gave way to insistent, undeniable begging. That had been then and interrupted by fire, this was now, ignited by a flash of heat that had Joey’s cock lengthening inside his loose shorts. If Ellis turned around, he’d realize that what he’d come for was just what Joey needed.

  But Ellis remained focused on the picture frames. He supposed it was a natural response for someone who took photographs for a living.

  “So, who’s this total cutie?” Ellis asked, picking up one of the silver frames.

  Joey approached from behind, his massive frame looming over Ellis’s slight one.

  “That’s my brother, Burn.”

  “Burn, really? Is he a firefighter, too?”

  “No, he plays professional baseball. For the New Jersey Skyscrapers.”

  Ellis spun around, said, “Wait, Burn Silva, of course, even I’ve heard of him and I don’t follow sports at all. The gossip pages love him—and why not, he’s really hot. Mama and Papa Silva must be proud of their two sons, both of them handsome, dark-haired and sexy, scruffy. Does he come in the deluxe furry edition too?”

  “Not as, but yeah. But definitely as gay,” Joey added. “He’s told me all about his passionate season. Hot stuff.”

  “Burn Silva? Really?”

  “Let’s just keep that between you and me,” Joey said.

  “What else can we keep between us?” Ellis suddenly asked.

  “Easy boy, pace yourself,” Joey remarked, handing over the beer. “Get loosened up.”

  Ellis’s eyes drifted down, noticing the rising bulge in Joey’s shorts. He took a sip of his beer, his gaze moving up Joey’s furry torso, reconnecting with his eyes. Ellis took a step closer, his hand quickly sliding down to where his eyes had been previously. Joey’s cock thickened more as Ellis rubbed it.

  Joey took hold of his hand and guided him over to the sofa and pushed him down with one swift motion before sliding his shorts down fur-coated legs. His cock sprang up, jutting out of a crotch encircled by thick, wiry hair. Taking hold of the thick shaft, Joey ran his hand over it, lengthening it to its impressive length, and then, as an expectant, waiting Ellis opened his mouth, he slid it in. Lips clasped around it, drawing the pulsing tip in further. Joey felt hands cup his ass, grabbing at his hard flesh, directing his crotch deeper toward Ellis’s face. His shaft slid in more, and Ellis slurped and sucked at the those fat inches, fast, eagerly…hungrily, licking the shaft, the tongue playing with the engorged tip.

  Joey thrust his hips hard, shoving more of his thick cock inside.

  Ellis might be a small man, but he could handle a big cock.

  “Yeah, that’s nice…you’re good, Ellis, you know how to take it. Suck it hard.”

  Ellis dug into his ass hard, grabbed at the dark hair coating his cheeks, sliding a finger up a springy, fur lined crack. “Hmmm, oh…Joey, I can’t believe what a beast you are, I never knew a guy could be so fucking hairy,” he said, allowing Joey’s cock to slip out. His hand stroked the spit-soaked shaft, keeping it heated, readying it for climax.

  “A beast that’s going to fuck you so hard,” he said. “And nothing will stop me today.”

  “Off duty?”

  “Today I start fires.”

  Ellis grinned. “I love firefighter analogies. I can’t wait, oh, I want to feel that huge cock inside me, the sooner the better. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night, it’s all I want. God, I don’t know what it is about you…you’re not even my type, too big and burly…but also, so irresistibly manly. Thinking of you on the drive over, what you would do to me, it nearly had me coming in my pants.”

  Using the tip of his cock to open Ellis’s mouth again, he shoved hard inches back in with an eager thrust. “Make me come first, taste me.”

  Ellis went at his cock with renewed energy, sucking hard, his head bobbing in, out.

  Joey ran his hand over his chest, seeking out hard nipples buried beneath his dark fur and pulled at them, teasing himself into submission.

  He thrust hard.

  Ellis took it, he took every thick inch. His mouth was so small, but so willing.

  Joey felt the heat rising inside him. His hips bucked again, again.

  Then he roared with the rush of climax, his guttural sound filling the room.

  Ellis pulled the cock out just before it blew, and both men watched as shot after shot spit forth, splattering against Ellis’s face, drops sliding down his cheeks, his upper lip. Ellis’s tongue flicked out, grabbing a drop, tasting him, a move that sent a fresh wave of heat through Joey, and his cock shot forth one last healthy spurt that hit Ellis’s chin in a gooey drip.

  “Shit, that was hot,” Ellis said, “a fucking explosion. But I hope you left some for later.”

  “Fuck later, how about now.”

  Ellis grinned, took Joey’s hand and allowed himself to be led upstairs.

  Joey opened the door to the room of mirrors, where he told Ellis to strip down to nothing. Joey was already fully naked and his cock hadn’t lost its hardness. In seconds, Ellis had done as asked, and as his thin cock grew to its surprising six inches, Joey dropped to his knees and spun him around, spreading Ellis’s smooth, puckering cheeks. Ellis’s hands were positioned against a mirror on the wall, and with the other mirrors in the room his view was unimpeded, Joey’s too. They could see every pulse, nearly every desire coursing through them. With eager desire, Joey thrust his body forward, rubbing his chest against Ellis’s smooth back, the scrape of his thick, heavy beard on Ellis’s neck causing him to react with an uncontrollable, urgent cry. White hot come suddenly shot against the glassy mirror, milky streaks running to the floor.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry, I came so fast…the way your beard felt against my hot skin, I couldn’t help myself.”

  “It’s okay, you got the first one out. There’ll be plenty more.”

  “Plenty?” Ellis said, half grinning, half worried.

  Joey Silva smiled, like a predator that had captured his prey. A bear about to drag him to his cave and maul him into submission.

  “The day is just getting started, Ellis. And your fucking furry beast is going to pound you far into the night.”

  § § §

  Joey didn’t like to go back on his word ever, so all afternoon and into the falling night, Ellis had practically been his sex slave, lying on his back and spreading open his legs to take Joey’s giant cock, hands gripping the headboard as Joey plowed him from behind that had the bed shaking. In the shower when their original intent of cleaning up had turned decidedly dirty, Joey pushing him against the tiles and rocking his ass one more time, his hard cock ramming into him while begging cries heightened the moment of climax.

  Now, the two men lay entwined on the bed, taking a break from the fucking.

  “I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow,” Ellis said.

  “Complaining?”

  “Hardly,” Ellis said, sliding onto his side while running a hand across Joey’s chest. “I can’t ever remember being fucked so much in one day. And that’s saying something considering I live in Los Angeles--things can get pretty crazy there with the parties, the booze and drugs, some guys living life like some porn movie.”

  “Nothing wrong with that. People seem to forget, sex is healthy. When done right.”

  “You certainly have that down,” Ellis said.

  Joey smiled, enjoying Ellis’s lingering touch. His fingers grazed through Joey’s dark fur, lightly pulling at it, drawing circular patterns and eights down his furred belly. He leaned in and licked at the nipples jutting out from beneath the carpet, teasing them, biting them. Joey reached around and pulled Ellis tight against his body, a stray, wandering finger sliding into Ellis’s open ass. He wasn’t as tight as before, not after the number of times Joey’s massive cock had entered him, the hard, eager thrusts that seemed to possess him, own him. Joey’s cock jumped, blood flowing again.

  “Ooh, someone’s getting ready again,” Ellis said.

  “I’m always ready,” Joey said.

  He maneuvered his body until he’d pinned Ellis to the bed, using his knees to open Ellis up to him again. He met with little resistance, and soon Joey’s big hands were wrapped around Ellis’s ankles, lifting them toward the ceiling. Stealing a look in the wall mirror, he could see his own engorged cock, sticking out like a sword ready for battle. His armor was the coating of hair that swirled all over his chest and shoulders, down his back, and he knew soon it would be Ellis trying to defend himself from Joey’s wanton assault, grabbing at him, pulling hair, but it would all be for naught because Joey would win the war, he always did, his shattering climax the sound of utter conquest.

  Sliding a condom down his thick shaft, working a large slap of lube on Ellis’s ass, both of them were ready for entry, and Joey, locking eyes with him, had the feral look of a man primed for action.

  “Tell me what you want,” Joey said, his voice quiet, almost menacing in the falling dark.

  “Every inch, every fucking thick inch inside of me.”

  “That’s a lot of inches,” he said, “a lot of thickness.”

  “Everything about you is a lot,” Ellis said, “fuck me you animal, fuck me hard. Split me.”

  His cock slid toward the slick opening. Joey watched as Ellis’s hole puckered, speaking the anxiety Ellis no doubt felt. The first push was always the more difficult, with Joey’s big tip thickening, battering its way through Ellis’s defenses. He felt Ellis reach up and grab at his chest for traction, and as Joey eased himself in, further, deeper, with a hunger beginning to dictate his final push, Ellis’s arms then encircled him, pulling him in tighter. Ellis’s hard cock rubbed against Joey’s belly, the friction of his taut skin and Joey’s fur a sensual delight.

  “Owww…oh…oh…shit, shit….nice….”

  Joey was in, fully, his thick cock buried so deep his pubes scraped against Ellis’s ass.

  “Don’t stop, let me feel you…let me feel it all.”

  Joey thrust, once, twice, and again Ellis cried out with pain. Good pain, heated desire.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes…yes.”

  Joey pushed against, a ram so hard his ball smacked against smooth flesh.

  “Fuck, oww…”

  “More?”

  “Yes, you know it.”

  He pounded at him, thrusting hard and harder, Ellis’s voice reduced to grunts.

  “Look up,” Joey said, “tell me what you see.”

  He knew what Ellis would see, in the mirror positioned over the bed. He’d see his own body buried beneath a burly, bearded beast, his legs open, wide, a willing and pliant participant in a sexual coupling that was building slowly, soon to reach a feverish pitch. He would see his hands gripping at the strong, muscled back, digging into the whorls of black hair that would keep him locked in position. And he would see determined hips that moved like freshly oiled pistons, rushing at him with an unrelenting passion.

  “I see everything I want,” he said, “every desire awakened. Every flame I’ve ever been scorched by, needing to be filled, needing to be put out.”

  “Nice,” Joey said, appreciating the firefighter analogy by thrusting at him again, again.

  “Yes, yes…no more teasing, just go at me…please, Joey, unleash on me.”

  For a little guy, he was daring and he was willing, and he was clearly turned on by the wild beast that hovered over him now. Joey rammed him hard without warning him, and the cry that filled the room only served to heighten his uncontrollable desire. Feeling Ellis’s grip on his hairy back tighten, Joey screamed out with pleasure, urging him on, dig deep, scratch his back, cup his ass, pull him in tight. Joey pushed and he rocked and he could feel Ellis’s cock sliding against his belly, he could feel it throb. He knew it was going to blow soon, and he also knew to feel Ellis’s wetness dampen his fur would only fuel his driving heat.

  Joey continued to lash at him, his cock thrusting deep, deeper, his motions rocking the bed, slamming the headboard against the wall. In the mirrors that seemed to swirl around them, he watched in locked fascination as his body thrust hard at the receptive man beneath him. He saw Ellis’s eyes were closed, joyful pain enrapturing his face, the tears of heat slipping out of his ducts. Beads of sweat poured off Joey’s face, matting his chest, slickening his back. His cock was rock hard, and it thrust, more, more, as hard as Ellis begged for, and then harder still. He wasn’t even close to blowing, not after the previous climaxes. It was just how he liked it, a final, long fuck that challenged the passage of time.

  Ellis was crying out and he was begging, and suddenly he was reacting to his orgasm.

  “Oh shit…shit…I’m coming, Joey…oooohhhh.”

  Joey rammed him again, the friction of his body bringing a rush of hot come through the boiling cock of his new lover, and he felt that first spurt, a second, more, more, and as the seed linked his body with Ellis’s, he fucked him harder, harder still, unable to stop, unwilling to, and thankfully Ellis still wanted it, still needed it, his climax notwithstanding, heat still boiled inside him and Joey kept at him. His cock was rock hard, strong, pulsing. He thrust, and he thrust, and he grunted aloud, and then he felt Ellis lick at the hollow of his neck, the rim of hair at the top of his broad chest. Sweated had pooled there, and Ellis drank it in. His mouth found nipples and he bit down, the hot pain coursing through Joey’s spine, and he emitted a guttural cry. His breath now panting, his body as sweaty and heated as during a workout, he wouldn’t let go of his load, not yet. He was lost in the throes of his eager, insistent thrusting, Ellis taking every slap of his flesh against his with zeal, with urgency still.

  “Yes, yes, Joey…you’re unbelievable, so hot…so fucking hairy.”

  “Yeah, you love it, huh, my huge cock, my thick fur…let me feel your hands on my back, dig in, grab my fucking hairy back, take my thick tool.”

  The fierce dirty talk had Ellis renewing his hold of Joey and readied for the final push.

  With all his might, Joey thrust at him, once, twice, again, again, again, and again still, and finally he felt the amazing rush course through his body. Ellis’s fingers were lost in the thick whorls of his back, begging for the hairy beast to attack him, to claim him as his own. Joey roared suddenly, the push of his come rushing through his shaft, exploding out of his hot tip, that final claim on his body giving him the energy for one last thrust. As he pumped at Ellis’s ass, his cock spit out burst after burst, Ellis crying out as Joey’s cock expanded, tightened, released, repeated.