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  Fireman Dodge

  Copyright 2011 by Penelope Rivers

  ISBN: 978-1-61829-008-3

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  Fireman Dodge

  By Penelope Rivers

  As a firefighter, having a name like Dodge can earn you a lot of heckling. Of course, there are some things that won’t change, so he had learned to live with his friends’ jokes along with many other life-related problems — for example, the constant swooning of women that passed him by. He was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack, toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women know that he was also attracted to men.

  That was why, on his Friday off, he was at a gay bar when a fire started. It was twelve o’clock at night and the evening was a toasty eighty degrees. He had been sipping his favorite drink, Tequila on the rocks, when a man’s flaming drink managed to light some of the sparkly, sequined hangings on fire. Dodge had seen it a million times before. Flaming drinks equaled a catastrophe in one way or another.

  Though the bar had been packed to the gills with people squished together and gyrating, the moment that the fire started to spread panic ensued. Somebody screamed, a man with the highest voice that Dodge had ever heard, and people started to rush and knock into things, leaping from the bar as fast as they could. Unfortunately, most frightened victims were more than willing to trample others in the escape process, which meant that more people were hurt by the pandemonium than by the flames themselves.

  Dodge leapt up onto the black granite bar and started yelling to the panicking crowd that was heading towards whatever exit possible: “STAY CALM, PEOPLE! THERE ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH EXITS FOR EVERYONE! WAIT YOUR TURN!”

  His words had as much of an effect on the crowd as a water gun had against a lion.

  The fire began to spread more quickly now, filling the bar with dark smoke and the scent that Dodge knew too well. The bartender had already scrammed for his life, and thankfully, most of the people were finding their way to safety with minimal trampling and injuries, though one woman had knocked over an uncorked bottle of strong alcohol and had managed to make the fire even stronger.

  Coughing and thinking that everything was fine, Dodge went to escape the fiery inferno himself when he saw something horrifying: A sexy blonde in a business suit was trying to escape from the bathroom, but he was blocked by a solid wall of flame that had been started by a trailing glass of alcohol.

  In the dancing firelight, the blonde looked like a lusty inferno, but there was panic in his sparkling green eyes. The dark smoke was already beginning to fill up the area, choking the blonde, and Dodge knew that he must do what he was trained to: rescue people.

  With one fowl swoop of his well-toned body, he jumped up off of the bar and propelled himself forward into the now flaming dance floor. He leapt over the wall of flame, ignoring the fact that his hand had gotten seared in the process, and looked at the beautiful blonde who was glistening with sweat. Dodge tried to get the blonde to move, but he wouldn’t.

  Dodge glanced in terror at the 6’5 man that he was trying to save and sized himself up. Though he was muscular, he was only 6’0 and would have a great deal of trouble getting the man to go into the flame. Still, regardless of that, Dodge lunged forward and let out a war enraged cry, grasping the blonde underneath the small of his back and knocking his feet out from underneath him. Once again, his body straining as he did so, Dodge lunged forward through the flames with sweat licking his used-to-be-best clothes.

  Suddenly, the blonde let out a loud yelp as his own shirt and jacket caught on fire, and Dodge hissed underneath his breath, coughing and thinking, He sure is a looker, but in a fire he’s about as useful as a wooden plank soaked with alcohol. Dodge lunged forward, yanking off the man’s clothing, revealing a sweaty, thin, limber body underneath.

  Dodge pulled off his black shirt as well, coughing and panting, as he said, “Press this over your face and breathe into it.”

  Nodding numbly, the blonde pressed Dodge’s black shirt to his face.

  Coughing worse than ever and fearing smoke inhalation, Dodge finally found the glistening exit sign even with his burning, agonized eyes. They burst through the door and into the fresh air just as glistening red lights came around the corner, and Dodge exhaled a sigh of relief and of pain.

  After Dodge had finally recovered, he turned towards the tall blonde that was shirtless from the waist up and was glistening with sweat. He looked down at himself, realizing that he must have looked the same, and swore loudly. Still, this was no time for his vanity.

  “Are you okay?” Dodge panted. “You look a little shell-shocked.”

  Though the blonde had previously worn a business suit and had a very polite, formal appearance, his eyes got all sparkly and he leapt into Dodge’s arms princess-style as he cried out, “My hero!”

  “Eh?” asked Dodge in shock, looking into two glistening green eyes.

  “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge, “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm. You’re my hero!”

  The next thing that Dodge knew, Norm was kissing him square on the mouth, tongue and all. Almost immediately, Dodge felt himself react as the smell of sweat and fire — something that now caused adrenaline to rush through his veins due to repeated job-related exposure — filled his nostrils. I shouldn’t be feeling this , Dodge thought darkly, his heart beating hard, but I’ll be damned if this strange guy isn’t the best kisser that I’ve ever had.

  Norm pulled away, eyes sparkling brightly at Dodge with utter admiration. Smiling, Norm murmured, “Thank you.”

  The police and fire department are here, so I should be making a report. Instead, I’m thinking about having sex with the shirtless guy that I just rescued that has a princess complex , thought Dodge blearily, his head pounding. As he stared into Norm’s bright, sparkling green eyes, Dodge felt his resolve weakening. He had made sure that nobody was hurt, and Norm, who evidently was well enough to initiate a make out session as well as jump into his arms like a kangaroo, was doing just fine physically.

  As if reading Dodge’s thoughts, Norm placed two sweaty, fire smelling hands on his bare chest and came closer. It didn’t matter that Dodge didn’t like taller guys. It also didn’t matter that half the people on the street, some from the gay bar and some from another place down a ways, were watching the two of them with looks ranging from amusement to shock.

  “I have an apartment down the street,” purred Norm, “and I’ve never been rescued before. What’s your name, hero?”

  “Dodge Falon,” he said quickly, wondering if he would regret it later
if Norm turned out to be a deranged stalker. “I’m a firefighter.”

  As much as Norm had been a limp log in the fire, he most certainly was no slouch now. Dodge was standing very still, trying to figure out what was going and what planet Norm had dropped down from, when he was yanked forward with extreme power. Dodge struggled for just a moment, but then he caught sight of Norm’s glistening green eyes and sweaty chest, and he thought, What the hell? This guy is sexy, and it is my night off. Dodge began to move forward.

  The two of them walked by many a concerned pedestrian, and Dodge cast a sideways look at Norm again, wondering about the quirky and strange personality that the man had. It most certainly wasn’t normal behavior to launch princess-style into a firefighter’s arms. In most case scenarios, people were too excited to go back to their families to bother hitting on him.

  They came to a stop in front of a small apartment building. It was three stories tall, and an old woman was outside walking a fat dog. If she thought that the fact that Dodge was sweaty, covered in soot, and was holding hands with Norm was an oddity, then it most certainly didn’t show on her face. Instead, she waved her hand and said, “Hey, Norm.”

  Norm waved back, swearing loudly as he fumbled around his sweaty chest before he stuck his hand inside of his pant pocket, pulling out a key. As Dodge leaned over, looking at Norm’s package, he noted the admirable erection there. Suddenly, Dodge felt subconscious. Dodge was massive in the muscle compartment, but would he measure up to Norm’s size?

  The two of them stumbled inside and went up to the second floor. They headed down the short, four-door hallway and paused only briefly as Norm fumbled with yet another door lock. Dodge half considered running at this point, as the lust filled heat and adrenaline was wearing off. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was unprofessional, even off the job. It didn’t matter that Norm had the thickest eyelashes that he had ever seen or that he had a massive erection.

  As if reading Dodge’s thoughts, Norm stopped mid-fumble and pressed him against the wall with a giggle that did not fit his large body. Norm moved his lips on top of Dodge’s again, slipping his tongue in only once, before he nipped down hard on his bottom lip. Suddenly, Dodge’s heart was pounding again, and any thought of leaving was once more swept from his mind. Norm had a pace of his own, and Dodge apparently was along for the ride.

  After Norm had made sure that all thoughts of leaving were far from Dodge’s mind, he opened his apartment door. The inside of Norm’s room was a testimonial to every movie heroine known to man. As Dodge was standing there awe-struck, realizing that Norm had not been joking about his “You’re my hero!” wording, two big, strong hands came from behind and ran down Dodge’s chest and over his abs. Norm sunk his teeth once into the outer rim of Dodge’s ear and then exhaled sharply. The breath caused Dodge to shudder with passion and want.

  “You are just like what I thought you’d be,” said Norm brightly. “My family and friends all thought that I was nuts, waiting for a hero. But you came. You came.”

  “Listen,” said Dodge, eyes wide. “I’m not really that great, but — ”

  He was stopped mid-word by what Norm was doing now. In a matter of seconds, Norm had dropped his pants to the floor and was standing there full mast in the wind. Norm was so massive that Dodge stopped his excuses and let his mouth drop open. Norm’s shaft was glistening and throbbing.

  In the gay world, Dodge was no slouch. He had enjoyed himself ever since he had gotten out of high school. After his long array of lover, he thought that he had seen it all — but evidently, he hadn’t. Norm was large enough to need a wide load sign hanging from the end of his shaft in the best possible way.

  Not only that, but Norm knew how to use his hands. This was evident by the way that Norm was moaning to himself already, running his fingers down his massive erection and rubbing himself from end to tip with his left hand. Dodge, now done with merely gaping, shut his mouth. He wanted to touch Norm, if only to know that such an impressive body was real.

  Dodge came closer as Norm sped up his rhythm, and he touched the tip of Norm’s penis just enough to know that it was definitely real. Norm, though, didn’t need any of Dodge’s help to get himself off. Already, Norm was moaning, eyes on Dodge the entire time, as his shaft began to throb with passion. White juices flowed from his tip after Norm had finished.

  I can’t believe it , Dodge contemplated, eyes wide. Norm, though, was not done with him. His fingers, still sticky with his own milk, began to run down Dodge’s sweaty chest. The air was aflame with the scent of smoke from the fire and sex. If Dodge thought that he had been aroused before, then it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.

  “Oh God,” said Dodge breathlessly, fumbling with his pants and tearing them off now too. The sweat made them difficult to remove because they were sticking to his skin. “Norm, do you realize that you’re?…”

  But he couldn’t even finish the statement. Even the word “massive” seemed like an understatement. Plus, it was very hard to think with Norm’s bright green eyes staring at him from up close, his fingers running through Dodge’s sweaty hair.

  Breathlessly, Dodge wrapped his hands around Norm’s back and ran his fingers all the way down. Norm had a fantastic back. As they kissed, their tongues wrestling and rubbing against each other, he dropped his hands lower and lower. As if the god of sex had gifted Norm with all sorts of strange and stunning abilities, Dodge discovered that Norm had possibly the best butt that he had ever felt — even better than his own, which had been crafted on a machine.

  “My hero,” Norm purred again, running his fingers all over Dodge as if he couldn’t get enough of him. “I want you to make me burn on the inside.”

  Dodge thought that making Norm burn would be returning the favor. Right now, Dodge was so filled with a lusty inferno that he thought that he might simultaneously combust. Norm was definitely from a different planet — one of sex and heat and perfect, masculine bodies. Norm didn’t need to have well-toned arms and a six-pack in order to stun. His fingers had magical abilities.

  “I have everything that we need,” Norm whispered, giving Dodge’s lower lobe another excited lick.

  There was a single white bed in the room, and Dodge sat on it with only a moment’s hesitation, too eager to continue to care about what it was going to look like when they were done. Norm was already bending over the bedside table, pulling out condoms that lay on top of a bunch of naughty magazines filled with men wearing superhero costumes. One of them was a firefighter.

  Dodge was still examining the porn when Norm practically flew at him. Dodge offered his hand to get the condom, but Norm said, “I want to do it. I want to touch you. Please?”

  Dodge nodded eagerly, thinking that being touched by such a foreign creature would be considered a privilege. Just like the rest of Norm, his hands were hot enough to burn. Norm traced his fingers gently around the end of Dodge’s shaft, leaning downwards above him, and kissed the mushroom tip tenderly as he purred, “Do you want to rescue me too, sidekick?”

  If Dodge hadn’t been so horny, then he would have burst out laughing. Strangely, though, the words only enticed him more. The sidekick did want to rescue Norm. In fact, it wanted to rescue Norm so much that it was beginning to ache. What is this guy doing to me ’ he thought inwardly. My God…

  Dodge’s reaction to Norm’s words must have been very noticeable, because Norm delivered Dodge one low, long, sweaty kiss while running his fingers through his hair. Afterwards, Norm purred, “Well, well. Looks like you like being my hero.”

  Dodge’s response was a barely intelligent, “Uh-huh.”

  Leaning downwards, Norm put the condom on Dodge’s penis and tenderly gave him one last, long stroke that made Dodge moan and grope the bed. Norm was going to make it so the sidekick wouldn’t even get to rescue him fully, something that had never happened before. Dodge had always been timely with his ejaculations.

  Norm and Dodge shared one last long kiss, and Dodge was a
lready leaning forward, touching Norm’s butt with his palm. He ran his hand down the heated crack in the back, eager to insert his finger in, but Norm swiftly stopped him. Confused, wondering what Norm wanted now because Dodge didn’t think that he could wait much longer, he sat back and panted.

  With expert fingers that showed that Norm was definitely not new to self-pleasuring, he reached behind himself and began to stretch himself out, bit by bit. Dodge watched, enthralled, as Norm made all sorts of gorgeous faces and noises as he thrust into himself finger by finger. Dodge was so eager to get started now that he inadvertently made a few motions with his hips, which caused Norm to smile huskily.

  “Are you ready now, hero?” whispered Norm before he sunk his teeth into Dodge’s neck. “Because I sure am.”

  Dodge nodded once dumbly, grabbing his shaft and preparing to thrust himself into Norm. Norm, however, was doing yet another thing on his own. Gently pushing Dodge backwards, Norm straddled Dodge and lowered himself down on him with ease that should have not been possible. Immediately afterwards, Dodge was overwhelmed with mounting heat.