Brendan

Ever since he was a child, Brendan wanted to be a fireman. Perhaps it was the handsome lieutenant that showed up during one particular career day at school, but he always imagined himself in big rubber boots and wrestling a huge fire hose. Brendan was a star player in high school football - he was agile (as well as tall and muscular) and worked exceptionally well as part of the team. He enjoyed the camaraderie on the field as well as in the locker room. Most particularly with the tight ends. After graduation, he applied to the city's Fire Academy and became a probationary firefighter - or as more commonly known, a "proby".

His day started at 6:45am with weight training and a 5-mile run. After that, there was the parade drills in bunker gear. Thank God the turnout pants were thick and loose - he was always in a state of near-painful arousal after being in close physical proximity to the other chiseled probys in the weight room and then inhaling the scents of sweat, Nomex and rubber of firefighting gear. There were, of course, other recruits with similar interests and Brendan's nights were usually occupied using his own "fire hose" one way or another with his buddies.

Thirteen weeks passed with amazing speed and as he was dressing for his graduation from the academy, he marveled at how his physique had improved - he was in good shape when he entered fire training, but now he was superb. His pecs were now like two slabs of iron and his abs had popped into an breathtaking 6-pack. He had gained 4" on his chest and lost 3" on his waist. His arms had swelled to 21" cannons and every muscle was pumped and ready for action. What little hair he had on his chest and pits he shaved off - better to accentuate the muscular development. If only he didn't have a 9 o'clock shadow - no matter how close he shaved, his dark beard stubble would make an unwelcome appearance within a few hours.

A number of the probys already had tats - he was seriously thinking of getting dragons running down both of his arms. Or maybe a full sleeve with designs stretching across one side of his chest and onto his shoulder blade.

Brendan's initial assignment was to Engine Company 69 -- he handled his first fire with some trepidation, but with complete success. The adrenaline rush from the imminent danger and the lingering scents of rubber and smoke had an unexpected effect on him once he returned to the station house, removed his gear and entered the showers - he was unexpectedly, uncontrollably, and unimaginably aroused. He closed his eyes and spread the liquid soap over taut skin and rock-hard muscles and savored the feel of his hands gliding around and down his body.

"Ahhh, a man after my own heart ... I liked you right from the start, Bren - now I know why!"

Brendan's eyes flew open. Captain Carlo Battali stepped into the showers next to him and as the new firefighter saw, he too, was responding to the recent fire in the same manner. The captain let the hot water stream down his face, his chest and turned around to let it sluice down his broad back and strong legs. He lathered up and Brendan grew even more excited the more he looked at his commander through the steamy air. At 32, Carlo was the youngest captain in the Fire Department and was known for his innovative tactics.

"Bren, after we get cleaned up, stop by my office - I've got some new gear I'd like you to help me try out, OK?"

Carlo moved closer to Brendan and wrapped his muscular arm around the younger man's trim waist. He gave Brendan a feather-light kiss on his full lips and slid his hand down to linger on the new fireman's butt.

As he left the showers and wrapped a towel around himself, Carlo gave him a wink and a smile.

"See you in a few."

Brendan jumped out of the shower and quickly toweled himself dry. He stuffed his still-raging erection into a jock, pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and hurried to the captains office. "Good choice.", he thought. "He's wearing the same as me ... Damn, what a fucking stud..." Carlo looked up and gave the new recruit a huge grin.

"Thanks for coming up so quickly, Bren. We've gotten a pair of military-grade silicone heat bodysuits to test out. They're guaranteed to withstand up to 1500 degrees for up to an hour. I think these could save a lot of lives provided they deliver on their promise. I was wondering if you'd help me put them through their paces?"

"Sure, captain. I'd love to."

"Bren, we're all family here. Call me Carlo. C'mon"

The two firefighters padded around the corner and into one of the equipment rooms. Carlo took a box off a shelf, opened it up and removed two slick black bodysuits. The captain picked one up and shook it out - it was a one-piece with feet, gloves, ball sack, penile sheath and a back zip. A hood dangled from the neck.

"I'll help you into one of these, then you can do the same for me. I want to try out the communications and heat resistance claims first."

Brendan was amazed at the suit in Carlo's hands. "OK, what do I do first?"

"First, you take off that shirt and step out of those shorts!" Carlo laughed as he fished around in the box and retrieved some lube. Quickly, before he had a chance to think, Brendan pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped the shorts. The jock could barely contain his enormous erection.

Carlo whistled. "Jock too, kiddo .... Hmmmm seems like I picked right!" He smiled as he began squirting some lube into the sheath.

"Sit down and we'll get your feet in."

Brendan began pulling the soft silicone over his feet and pulled the suit up over his calves. As he stood up, the captain was right there, lending a hand. The bulge in his shorts was even larger than the young fireman's. "Pull steady, but be careful not to rip it." His strong arms were around Brendan, stroking and caressing him and pulling the suit up around him. Soon the suit was up over his hips and he found Carlo's hand inside the suit and around his stiff cock!

"OK, buddy, just ease him in ------ there, great fit!" Carlo said as he pulled out his hand covered in lube. His cock had popped into the well-slicked tube and the sliding, grabbing sensation was a overwhelming turn on. As Brendan concentrated on making a few adjustments, Carlo reached behind him and wiped his hand off across his ass. As the captain added a few squirts of lube down Brendan's crack, the young fireman turned, trying to see what was going on.

"Going to need that, stud, to get the ass sheath in place."

"Ass sheath! Hell, I don't know about that,...." Before he could resist, a rubber tube was pushed into place with one of Carlo's fingers. "I'll adjust that later Bren, let's get the rest of this suit on."
The commander worked the suit up Brendan's chest and helped him get his arms through the tight sleeves, and into the gloves. As the zip was pulled up, he felt himself changing, developing a new mental image of myself, and a painful, raging hard-on. He could feel a steady drip of pre-cum oozing out of his cock and into the sheath.

"Nice fit buddy, this suit was made for you! Now let's put on that hood?" Brendan looked down at the anatomically sculpted silicone hood dangling from the neck of the suit.

"Sure!"

Carlo carefully pulled open the hood and lifted it up and over the younger man's head. As he pulled it down, the young firefighter's mouth discovered a small opening. Slightly firmer silicone plugs slipped into his nostrils and provided a steady stream of rubbery-smelling air. Lightly smoked lenses covered his eyes - he didn't know what they were made of, but they were as clear as glass and as flexible as the rest of the suit. As a last step, Battali attached four small, flat metallic devices to the hood - one at either side of the mouth opening and one in back of each sculpted ear. They were finished to blend invisibly with the rest of the suit.

"How does it feel?"

Brendan ran his hands down his now-smooth bald head, his face, his chest, his stomach and fondled his huge ebon-covered cock. The material was sculpted to protect and accentuate every muscle and curve on his body. His pecs were larger and more defined; his 6-pack was now an incredible roadmap of raised mesas and deep rifts; his arms and wrists had an unimaginable muscularity; even his cock was larger and wider. The tactile sensitivity was amazing. The eye lenses brought everything into a sharp, crystal-clear focus.

"Carlo, it feels INCREDIBLE!"

"I'm sure the bunker gear will feel a lot better with this under it, too! OK, bud - so far so good. Help me into mine now."

Brendan followed the same procedure and nearly lost control when he positioned the captain's huge member into the sheath and placed a finger into Carlo's tight pucker as he inserted the anal protector. In a few moments, two living midnight-black statues faced each other.

"Bren, let's test out the communications. Go down to the end of the hall and wait there."

The young firefighter left the room and proceeded down the long hallway. He stopped at the end and as an afterthought, opened the heavy steel door to the HVAC room and closed it behind him.

"Carlo, I'm in the vent room."

"Really?" his commander's voice sounded in his ears as if he was right next to him. "Wow, this gear is great! I can hear your perfectly!"
"So can I. Well, we've got a few more tests to run. Come on back to the office."

Brendan returned to the office to see Carlo leaning against the doorjamb. His massively muscled arms were crossed and his huge black member was sticking straight out from his magnificent body. His mouth was curved into a sly grin, and even though he couldn't see them through the dark lenses, Brendan knew that smile traveled all the way up to his captain's bright green eyes.

"Got to fix that anal sheath Bren. Here, could you bend over a bit? Lean over the desk for me?"

To his amazement, Carlo was rubbing some lube on his ebon-sheathed member. "Told ya, guy, that sheath needed adjustment, and there is only one good way to do it." Carlo pulled their bodies together. His prick, slick with lube, searched for Brendan's crack. As he worked his tool into the younger man's quivering ass, he reached around and grabbed the young fireman's cock.

"How's the fit Bren, OK?" the commander said as he pressed their bodies together and began to stroke. The lube around Brendan's cock was warm and began to do the trick as Carlo's strokes began to intensify. Battali's cock was now fully into his ass and he was pumping furiously. Soon they were both cumming, Brendan shooting a hot load into the tube, feeling it jet around his cock, and running down his leg, and Battali, pumping his sheath full, the heat searing the young fireman's ass. After lingering together for a while, Carlo finally pulled out and turned him around to look into the eye ports of Brendan's mask. The captain grabbed his head and gave the new firefighter a brutal kiss. He snagged the lube off the table and put it into the young fireman's hand.

"Hey lover, I need my sheath adjusted too..."

I just couldn't stop this story at the point of the shower scene. Somehow, the concept of a latex catsuit on a fireman just grabbed hold of my imagination and wouldn't let go. The Clarke mask - part of the "Brend" line - does need a bit more padding than any of my Derls - it requires a regular 8" filler in the mask plus a 1/2" deep and 4" diameter filler inside of the UnderArmor skullcap. I had already laid out the scenarios I wanted -- Brendan working out, getting into gear and then posing -- but the catsuit concept just took on a life of its own. Since these are two things my partner likes best - firemen and catsuits - I wanted to see if I could combine the two. And I think I did a pretty damn good job!