I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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After climbing the 90 rungs of this immense ladder, I reach the platform where I will spend 3 whole days. It is built at the top of the largest oak tree on the hill: from here we have a 360° view of the entire forest massif of this mountainous region, 40 miles north of Nice.
For 3 years, I have been coming to this region in the summer for 5 or 6 weeks. I am a professional firefighter in the Paris brigade. As summers are increasingly hot and the risk of fires is extremely high, the Nice region has organized around ten of these monitoring points. Our job is to scan the horizon from daybreak to nightfall, looking for the slightest smoke. At night, we also work because we send 2 or 3 times an automatic drone which flies over our area for around ten minutes and captures temperature differences to alert us.
I happily go on this type of mission because of course you have to work 3 days in a row (and it's very, very well paid), but then you have 4 days of complete rest. With the possibility of being accommodated during these days of rest in one of the Nice fire stations: the beach and the hot Nice nightlife are mine!
To last for these 72 hours, we work in pairs: a professional firefighter and a volunteer firefighter. This cooperation generally goes very well. The professional is very experienced in this type of surveillance but does not necessarily know the region well; the volunteer firefighter, often a young dude from the neighboring villages, knows the area by heart and gets trained in surveillance techniques.
I am just finishing the debrief with my colleague who has just been responsible for the last 3 days, when we see "Victor, volunteer for surveillance!" coming up the long ladder. "Hello gentlemen!" He tells us, giving a sort of military salute... He's a very young man (he must be not much older than the regulatory 18 years old), of average height (almost 6', like me), visibly not very muscular, an ordinary face, very short brown hair and very dark eyes.
"Cool Victor! We're going to play it cool! Hi, I'm Hugues; but everyone call me Hugo!" I said to him smiling (Victor Hugo!!!)
He understands (did you?!) and he smiles too.
My colleague leaves us and Victor and I put our things in order because the space is quite small. The small "room" contains 2 bunk beds, 1 table which serves as a desk and as a table for cooking and eating, under which there is a refrigerator powered by a solar panel and cupboards, with 2 chairs. A large window above the table and a sort of balcony, not very wide, which goes all the way around. To be able to observe well.
To wash, we have to go down and use water from the cistern installed at the foot of our tree.
Even though we are on permanent alert, we have a lot of time to chat. Victor is a kind and friendly boy. I find him very shy; but, given confidence, he opens up a little more. He is almost 19 years old and will begin his senior year at college in a few weeks. He lives in the small neighboring town with his grandparents (his parents died in a car accident when he was 6). During his studies, he comes home every evening after his classes because they find him too young to live alone in Nice or even in a dorm... I have the impression that they are giving him an unfulfilling education and locking him up in an old man's life.
Living up in the trees is good. But there is no shadow! The ceiling fan only circulates hot air... So, we often sit on the balcony, choosing the orientation to have the shade of the cabin. We of course keep our shoes and our heavy pants (to be able to be reactive in the event of an alert) but we quickly get shirtless.
"Wow, I can see that you have 10 years of brigade behind you!" Victor tells me when he sees my broad muscular shoulders, my muscular pecs and my 6-pack of steel.
"Don't worry, it will come for you too... You just need to follow your firefighter training carefully and do a little more sport in addition: the muscles will come!" I reply kindly. But it's true that he's not very muscular.
As much as cohabitation for 3 days with certain young volunteers is a form of torture (I think back to the one from the previous week: this Jordan, 23 years old, solidly built, bulging muscles, a well-shaped ass in his firefighter pants, a very virile hairy face... In short, a guy full of testosterone, with whom I would have liked to do things... Straight, he talked to me about tits and pussies during the 3 days. Since he was sleeping naked, he several times a day exposed his nice dick, including when he got out of bed in the morning with his big stiff cock, so with Victor there is no temptation!
"Firefighter training, yes. I go there almost every Saturday morning. But I quickly stopped sport. I started playing football, but I didn't continue..."
Our conversation stops because I see a little smoke rising between the trees, not far from our location...
"Yes, I think it's 10 minutes from here, on the side of the path that goes down to the stream... I know it well: I can go and see, Hugo, if you want!"
"OK! On site you call me with the walky-talky!"
He puts his polo shirt back on, takes the device (which we still use because the phone network does not effectively cover these deserted and wooded areas).
10 minutes later, he calls me and says to me in the middle of the sizzling "Everything is back to normal: it was a family who lit a barbecue, but the father understood correctly and we have just put out the embers!"
"Well done Victor for your first mission!"
"Thank you, Hugo. I'll be back in 10 minutes max!"
It is actually only after 25-30 minutes that I finally see him come back (no answer to my calls: he had turned off his walky-talky...). I blame him for this mistake. Caught at fault, he feels obliged to explain to me:
"On the way back, I heard noises coming from the forest. I approached quietly thinking I might surprise ibexes or wild boars... But in fact it was a woman who was being fucked by a guy! I admit that I looked discreetly and turned off my walky-talky... This is the first time I've seen this in real life, a couple having sex! She on all fours and him behind her..."
"And that turned you on?!"
