To Put Out a Fire (M/M)
Paul returned to the fire station exhausted. The veteran firefighter returned from the mountains where a brush fire devastated several hundred acres. He and the rest of the active crew at the fire station spent two days -- with little to no rest -- fighting the blaze and preventing it from moving closer to nearby residential areas. After spending ten years working for the fire department, the blue-eyed husky felt that his physical prowess was diminishing. The emotional domino effect would commence. Despite the fact that he led his crew to successfully containing all of the fires that he was dispatched to, he often questioned his abilities and feared that the next call out would be his last. For the past two months, Paul had several brushes with death and he narrowly escaped from each incident.
The afternoon faded quickly into the evening for Paul. He sat on a bench in the fire station's locker room, looking at his paws. He opened and closed his paws repeatedly, feeling partial stiffness. After a while, he looked around until the rest of the crew left for the night. Once everyone left and waved goodbye to him, Paul slowly removed his top, revealing his muscular, white fur-covered chest. For the moment, he felt comfort from having the open air brushing up against his chest after being covered in heavy gear. He adjusted his red suspenders and pulled his yellow pants up. A faint crinkling noise could be heard as he yanked his pants up. He looked down at his crotch momentarily and sighed. Paul walked to his locker, but as he was about to open it, he heard a knock from the nearby exit door. The door opened and a young otter recruit appeared with his head sticking out from the door opening.
"Mister Harrison? I'm here for the personal evaluation," said the brown otter to Paul.
Paul rubbed his black goatee with his paw out of slight frustration. "Oh, Tom, aw shoot! I--uh completely forgot to prepare my evaluation, but you did a good job out there. I'll give you some pointers tomorrow. I'm closing shop tonight. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Paul was consumed with his thoughts and forgot to evaluate the rookie's first performance as a recruit as he promised.
"Hey, no problem. As long as you think I did fine, that's all that matters. Thank you so much!" said a cheerful Tom.
"Sure. Have a good night!" When the door closed, Paul detected a warm, positive vibe from the otter. Even though he's known Tom for a week, he found solace in interacting with the otter. However, he was confused whether the attraction was platonic or sexual. Since he was 15, the husky was attracted to males, which made Paul's job as a firefighter even more difficult. Spending years in close proximity to attractive, strong, handsome heterosexual males aggravated Paul sexually. He regretted not making his sexual preference public when he was younger. As he got older, he was seen as a man's man, a father figure to the rest of the crew. As far as everyone else was concerned, Paul was straight. Paul was single and Paul loved watching wrestling with the guys at the town bar down the street, but his sexuality was not the only thing he was hiding.
Paul walked back to his locker. He opened the door and put his black shirt and coat away. He folded it up neatly and set it on the bottom row of the vertically shaped locker. On the locker's top shelf, there was a locked black box. Paul took out a key from his pants pocket and he opened up the box. Inside the box contained a stack of thick, large adult diapers. He felt his loins pulsating and his penis emerge partially out of his sheath. He smiled a little before reaching for a diaper and touching its plastic coating. With the pre-folded diaper in one paw, Paul quietly closed and locked the box before closing his locker. While the rest of the boys obtained their thrills by drinking beer and rescuing damsels in distress, Paul liked to walk around like a dirty, little pup. The satisfaction of wearing diapers was the only happiness he could have when he worked.
The husky took a deep breath and entered the restroom area of the locker room. In the area, there were a pair of toilet stalls. Paul entered into one of them where he would change. Carefully, Paul removed his suspenders and pulled down his pants. Underneath his pants, he wore white boxers, but underneath those was his wet diaper. The front of the diaper sagged low as it collapsed due to amount of urine absorbed. The diaper's leg gathers hung lower than the diaper's front given that he messed his one diaper a few times during his recent outing. He rubbed his diapered crotch. Outside the diaper was a dark yellow stain, but open feeling the front of the diaper, he felt an alluring warmth. He could also feel the wetness in his loins as it dampened his fur. His sack bathed in his rich, musky scent. Paul gropped his backside. He felt the solid load rest on the bottom while his mess grazed his bare rear. He wagged his tail in approval. His heart was beating fanatically over the excitement. He deep, red shaft poked the inner-contour of the diaperfront and it curled upwards.
Outside the stall, Tom innocently walked into the restroom and went past the stalls to reach the urinals. When he heard the footsteps, Paul tried to quickly close the stall door, which was partially open as he undressed, but it was too late. Through the small crack in the stall door, Tom saw Paul in his most vulnerable position. The husky's heart started beating faster as he tried to pull up your pants.
"I totally... just... didn't see anything. I didn't see anything," Tom stuttered.
Paul bit his lip and pushed the stall door open a little with his paw. "Don't get the wrong idea," said Paul begrudgingly.
"I got a few ideas -- and many of them are quite wrong," the otter joked and chuckled to Paul's surprise.
"It's just that I have a medical condition. That's all." Paul's voice withered. He was skilled at extinguishing fires, not lying.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just... something I'm not used to seeing. I'll look the other way."
Paul was caught in a dilemma. The rookie found out that he wore diapers. It would be a story to tell by the water cooler. Paul sweat profusely from his eyebrows. He felt his heart beating, but it wasn't out of pleasure. He was scared. After serving for ten years, it would end this way. At least, that is why Paul thought. But deep inside, he was intrigued. The feeling of being caught was humiliating, but the stakes were high. The energy and the adrenaline -- that he once thought was lost -- started to return. He could feel blood moving through his 28-year-old body. His tail started wagging, but slightly. Noticing from the corner of his eye, Tom was surprised.
The otter had seem some crazy things throughout his life, but at 22, he saw nothing as politically incorrect as an adult wearing a dirty diaper. It was so wrong, so unnatural, but Tom analyzed the taboo carefully but quickly. Here was an older male who helplessly wet and messed himself. The act of peeing and defacating oneself without anyone noticing was a peculiar interest, but to Tom, it became an irresistable mystery -- and to stay in a dirty diaper. What did it feel like? What did it smell like? What does it taste like? There were so many questions, but since he and Paul were the only individuals in the entire fire station, Tom felt comfortable enough to entertain some answers.
Tom turned away from Paul to face the mirror and the sink. He attempted to hide his erection. The otter developed a tent in the front of his jeans.
"What is it like?" Tom quietly asked. Anything Tom could say wouldn't be as awkward as Paul's appearance -- and that notion liberated the typically shy otter.
"It's kinda personal." Tom wasn't satisfied with the off-putting response.
"I'm only asking because it looks fun!" the otter exclaimed to his own surprise. He shifted his eyes.
Paul's heart stopped beating. Tom was curious and he was curious about why Tom was so curious. In the locker room, there was just him and Tom. That's the only assurance Paul needed.
"Come over here, face me and kneel down. Sniff my wet diaper," Paul instructed. As he ordered Tom, he felt the power of confidence returning to him. Tom quickly removed his jeans and stripped down to his underwear before putting those down. He was fully aroused. The otter walked over and kneeled down. He pressed his nose against Paul's diaper. He caught a whiff of heavily dense musk combined with piss and pent-up perspiration. The otter worshipped the diaper; licking the diapered crotch. Tom could see a faint outside of the husky's hardened cock inside. Giving into his feral urges, Tom masturbated. He was so excited, he started playing with his cock. He moaned. He was feeling hot and unrestricted.
Tom took his free hand and pressed it up against Paul's diaper. He quickly fondled around and slipped his hands to the back of the husky's dirty diaper. He felt Paul's seat lay gently in the palm of his hand. He grabbed the seat and squeezed the diaper. Paul exhaled and growled lustfully. Tom was jerking off frantically while Paul looked down at the submissive otter with a wide grin.
"I'm putting you in this diaper I have here," said Paul as he picked up the diaper from the floor. "Lie down and stay still." Paul diapered the willing otter. He found the challenge of diapering another male with an erection amusing. Once Tom was diapered, the otter sat up from the floor and blushed as he looked up at Paul. The husky helped Tom up. The crinkling feeling around his waist gave Tom an incredible charge. He never felt more alive. He could be as bad as he wanted to be, as wet as he wanted to be -- as dirty as he wanted to be at any time and any moment of his choice. So what if he leaked himself and everyone noticed? He was a bad boy.
"Place your back against the floor urinal and sit on top of the cake," Paul instructed and Tom obeyed. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be wet."
Tom nodded and sat on the urinal cake. He looked up at Paul. The husky spread his legs out a little. Paul pulled down his diaper a little in the front to reveal a piss-covered shaft that fully emerged from its sheath. Tom was delighted. Paul cleared his throat before urinating on the otter's chest. Tom felt the warm sensation trickle down his chest and into his diaper. Slowly Tom's diaper began to swell and rest on the urinal cake. Tom moaned passionately, desiring to stroke his cock once more. When Paul finished, Tom whimpered as he awaited further instructions.
"It's coming," warned Paul. The husky stroked himself furiously in front of Tom before spraying his seed in three large bursts onto the otter's chest. First, Tom was coated in piss and then he was treated to a shower of warm, thick cum that replaced his own musk with the husky's. Paul took a series of deep sighs and he helped Tom up. Tom chuckled while spreading the husky's scent all over his fur.
"That was... no, I don't know what that was," said Tom with a smirk. "So... my personal evaluation?"
Paul laughed heartily at the question. As he removed his dirty diaper and put his clothes back on, Paul said, "You definitely, definitely passed. No rookie has come close to your skill. You did everything by the book."
Since that day, Paul regained his vigor. One month later, he was promoted to chief of the fire department. Meanwhile, Tom left his girlfriend and told her that he found someone else. The rest of the crew noticed that Paul Harrison had a twinkle in his eye. Tom would serve as Paul's assistant and become a masterful firefighter. Both of the men would share a common bond that started with a special undergarment... and it would reach its peak when one morning, they gave each other clothespins and engagement rings.