I have always been amazed at the efficiency and abilities of our local firefighting force. Ever since they expanded their crew with new members, their success rate at putting out fires and rescuing victims has skyrocketed. Although it’s nearly impossible not to have any damages, there have been no reported casualties in the past months.
It may sound suspicious or even morbid, but I’ve gotten into the habit of going to incidents just to watch these men in action. It probably also helps that the firefighters look like gods among men. Very hot gods. I didn’t realize how hot they were until one such fireman started walking toward me after putting out one such fire in our area. The fire department was already familiar with what they called "fire groupies" so I didn’t think much about it until Shen tore off his soiled white shirt as he approached. He pulled on the straps of his pants and I was half-fearing and half-wishing he would be stripping right then and there. My fantasies were interrupted, however, when wisps of smoke started to appear around his chiseled torso.
"Hey there, bud, hey. You seem like a friendly familiar friendly face," Shen said in an odd manner as he kept on tugging at his straps. "You’re hot. I’m hot, very hot," my living wet dream grinned at me before standing ramrod straight. "Citizen, I require your assistance hot," Shen said in a deep voice without any of his usual inflection.
The wisps of smoke grew stronger and the muscular firefighter grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alley away from the crowd and his teammates. He leaned back on the wall and uttered a groan as copious amounts of sweat started pouring over his body. Except it wasn’t sweat, as there was none of the usual musky smell. I heard sizzling sounds before Shen finally spoke in that monotone voice again.
"Emergency cooling systems initiated. Help, friend," he smiled before slumping backward and growing limp. I heard a hissing sound and then his six-pack split in half and slide sideways, revealing gears and motors moving so fast that they were producing sparks and smoke. "Administrator privileges granted. You’re so hot. Please state your command. Thermal hotness levels. Waiting orders."
I was shocked and yet immediately turned on at the same time to discover that the man of my dreams was really a sophisticated hi-tech toy. I was bewildered when Shen smiled and started bucking his hips while repeating the same error messages, guessing that he was experiencing some rather extreme malfunction. Part of me wanted to see him break down but part of me started to panic when the smoke increased in intensity.
"Um, OK Shen, shut down," I ordered, my voice croaking with uncertainty.
"Command received, shutting doooowww ..." Shen said slowly before finally freezing in place, his face smiling blankly to the side while his hips were still raised mid-air, a very noticeable bulge forming under his loose pants. I waited for all the LED lights inside his stomach to die out and the smoke to clear before I took the courage to step forward and place my hand on his already dry skin. Emboldened by my realization, I groped his frozen hard-on and kissed him forcefully, jamming my tongue into his slightly open mouth. I reluctantly pulled away after a while, thinking of how to fix the broken machine. I also started wondering who else in the fire-fighting squad is just like it.
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