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Looking for an audiobook of Dante's Inferno, I came across a lot of torrents of Dan Brown's surely inferior, but identically titled book. Then this little gem popped into my search for some reason - a connection with fire, perhaps. really made me chuckle. Both the cover picture, the obvious subject matter of firemen, & the Author's name, which is more contrived than "Dirk Diggler's" in boogie nights.
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Some fun:
kneeling over the barrel of cool water, all American boy Sean looked down to see his washboard abs dripping with sweat. The droplets trickled down from his involuntarily flexing chest muscles, & rolled through the golden pubic trail which covered his bellybutton & led into his pants where untold treasures were hidden. They made ringlets of distortion in the water & he looked at his own handsome face in the water, just before removing his fire fighters helmet, to plunge his young face, & ample locks of blonde honey golden hair into its refreshing depths.
Anton, Sean's workout partner, & co NYC firefighter was standing behind & above him, also shirtless, with his sun browned hands resting on his thick, black firefighters belt. Being the more experienced of the two, he was watching to make sure the building did not collapse from its flame engulfed beams, while Sean safely took his own firefighters jacket & shirt off to do hot, homoerotic stuff in inappropriate but exciting settings.
"Im next" said Hans, the scandanavian hot head of the force, who always smelled of suntan oil & coconut. Already having stripped to the waist, a sweat soaked towel draping his bulging shoulder muscles, toned after endless hours of saving lives, & satisfying women's deepest sexual desires in his off hours. He threw his sweat soaked towel into Anton's white toothed, dark & handsome, five o-clock shadowed face.
"The hell you are!" Fired back anton, his muscles growing taut with sinew & bulging with veins in irritation as he stood erect, swelling & engorged with indignation.
Removing his red suspendeers from his shoulders & thrwoing the towel to the ground where it landed with a slap, he wiped his face, which was now covered in the sucreted fluids of two male bodies; his & that of the much loathed Hans, who had used political connections to push ahead of Anton & get a big firefighting promotion, & the much coveted santa clause hat spread in the december layout of the top selling firefighters charity calendar, just the week before.
(*Wrestling ensues. Sean wonders what they are fighting over as he plays & splashes in the water, with his back flexing & reflecting the the light of the fire englufed beams of the flaming warehouse above. The African american nice guy (the only married guy on the team) breaks it up just before a pipe explodes & the whole place burst into flame. The chief chews them out for "playing grabass" before the building was secure. At which point they go out to grab a couple brewskies, at the Chip N Dales dance club across the street from the fire station, where they are summarily challenged to a strip-off by the hauty, bow tied, but similarly garbed Chip N Dales dancers. "Lets leave it up to the ladies" says one, as to the ongoing argument of whether male strippers or firefighetrs have better bodies, as he takes the stage to the blazing tune of the classic dance track "Too Sexy")
quadruple lawls @
Some fun:
kneeling over the barrel of cool water, all American boy Sean looked down to see his washboard abs dripping with sweat. The droplets trickled down from his involuntarily flexing chest muscles, & rolled through the golden pubic trail which covered his bellybutton & led into his pants where untold treasures were hidden. They made ringlets of distortion in the water & he looked at his own handsome face in the water, just before removing his fire fighters helmet, to plunge his young face, & ample locks of blonde honey golden hair into its refreshing depths.
Anton, Sean's workout partner, & co NYC firefighter was standing behind & above him, also shirtless, with his sun browned hands resting on his thick, black firefighters belt. Being the more experienced of the two, he was watching to make sure the building did not collapse from its flame engulfed beams, while Sean safely took his own firefighters jacket & shirt off to do hot, homoerotic stuff in inappropriate but exciting settings.
"Im next" said Hans, the scandanavian hot head of the force, who always smelled of suntan oil & coconut. Already having stripped to the waist, a sweat soaked towel draping his bulging shoulder muscles, toned after endless hours of saving lives, & satisfying women's deepest sexual desires in his off hours. He threw his sweat soaked towel into Anton's white toothed, dark & handsome, five o-clock shadowed face.
"The hell you are!" Fired back anton, his muscles growing taut with sinew & bulging with veins in irritation as he stood erect, swelling & engorged with indignation.
Removing his red suspendeers from his shoulders & thrwoing the towel to the ground where it landed with a slap, he wiped his face, which was now covered in the sucreted fluids of two male bodies; his & that of the much loathed Hans, who had used political connections to push ahead of Anton & get a big firefighting promotion, & the much coveted santa clause hat spread in the december layout of the top selling firefighters charity calendar, just the week before.
(*Wrestling ensues. Sean wonders what they are fighting over as he plays & splashes in the water, with his back flexing & reflecting the the light of the fire englufed beams of the flaming warehouse above. The African american nice guy (the only married guy on the team) breaks it up just before a pipe explodes & the whole place burst into flame. The chief chews them out for "playing grabass" before the building was secure. At which point they go out to grab a couple brewskies, at the Chip N Dales dance club across the street from the fire station, where they are summarily challenged to a strip-off by the hauty, bow tied, but similarly garbed Chip N Dales dancers. "Lets leave it up to the ladies" says one, as to the ongoing argument of whether male strippers or firefighetrs have better bodies, as he takes the stage to the blazing tune of the classic dance track "Too Sexy")