Fireman Dodge

Fireman Dodge
Fireman Dodge

There’s nothing like a fireman, especially a male one who likes other men! Fireman Dodge is a steaming hot short story about Fireman Dodge and his lightning rod. Dodge 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. “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.

Fireman Dodge by Penelope Rivers
3871 words. 17 PDF pages. ISBN: 9781618290083

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Excerpt

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.

About the Author:

Penelope RIvers
Penelope Rivers

Penelope Rivers is an erotic novelist of M/M romance novels and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and not. It is her view that when you start choking on the occasionally dry bread of life, you need something sinfully delicious to chase it down with. Currently, she lives in Utah with an abnormal amount of pets.

Penelope Rivers

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