FIRETRAP

FIRETRAP By Michael Williams (Honcho.Sept.1981) The South Bronx district of New York is a decaying mountain of rubble and debris. The bombed out, burned down buildings that compose much of the area are the by-product of the angry, economically deprived people who live there. They are people born in the desperate wake of poverty who live in fear of never escaping it. The South Bronx was Jack's district. He'd been a fireman for three years and he'd seen it all. He had witnessed children being burned alive and dismembered in explosions and fires and he had been to many funerals for his fellow firemen. His comrades were dedicated men, many of whom gave their lives in exchange for an insurance payment collected by some bankrupt slumlord who'd decided his building was worth more burned than standing. Frustration was a big part of Jack's job and often it was difficult for him to see exactly what it was that he was accomplishing. Early one hot July morning, Jack climbed out of the shower located in the rear of the firehouse living area. When on duty, he was required to remain in central headquarters twenty four hours a day. The only time he was allowed to leave was when a firecall came in. Jack was a handsome man. He wasn't extremely tall but his young, lean body was well defined with tightly developed muscles. His physique was the by-product of regular daily workouts at the firehouse gym. Firemen knew that their lives could depend on their being in tip-top shape. Half Italian and half Puerto Rican, Jack sported the best characteristics of both ethnic backgrounds. His deeply set chestnut eyes and straight jet black hair were the aesthetic focal points of his extremely masculine face. He slipped into his work shirt and was just putting on his pants when the fire alarm rang. Instantly, he and his other buddies grabbed their gear and slid down the long slippery pole leading to the garage. Seconds later, they were off to the South Bronx, answering one of the many calls that they received from that area. Jack was barefoot and shirtless as the mighty red engine steamed out of the firehouse. He finished dressing on the truck while the powerful vehicle peeled through traffic lights and around corners, blasting a siren that could be heard from several blocks away. The sullen faces of the fire crew expressed their reaction to the built-in futility of their jobs. Half of the calls they received were phony, kids setting off firebox alarms for a joke, etcetera. In addition, they often discovered that many of the real fires they arrived at were deliberately set. Bad neighborhoods especially were ridden with debt laden landlords and frustrated, poverty stricken residents who often set buildings ablaze. In one instance, the arson was for profit, in the other it was for kicks. Regardless of the motive for torching a structure, it was the firemen who would have to risk their lives simply because of someone's deliberate prank. Arriving at the scene, Jack saw smoke billowing out of the top floor of a rundown tenement. Instantly, the men jumped off the truck and began hooking up hoses and ladders. The police were already there. Jack's best buddy Hank was the first to enter the flaming structure. The building was abandoned but someone said that they'd seen a bunch of kids enter the tenement an hour or so before the blaze. Even though the men knew that these were probably the kids who'd set the fire, they had to check it out anyway just to make sure no one was trapped inside. A few minutes passed and Jack had finished hooking up the last of the hoses to a nearby hydrant. Hank's partner Lou came out of the building alone. "Where's Hank?" Jack asked, in a slightly distressed voice. "Didn't he already come out?" Lou replied. Immediately, Jack dashed into the building. Climbing the stairs to the second level, he found that the blaze had spread even further. Unable to continue up the steps, he ran back down to the floor, then entered the tenement next door in hopes of gaining entrance to the flaming structure through the adjacent roof. As he approached the second story of the neighboring building, he ran into a cop. He was there blocking the stairwell in order to keep curiosity seekers from trying to reach the adjoining roof for a better view of the fire. "Where you going, buddy?" Officer Rob inquired. "Where am I going!" Jack responded, in a sarcastic tone. "I'm a fireman, can't you tell by the uniform? I'm going up these stairs in order to gain access to the burning building next door." "You can't go into that thing," Rob replied. "That shack's already half eaten up." "My buddy's in there! I've got to go in." "Your buddy?" "Yes, he went into the other building and hasn't come out." "Yes, he has," Rob said assuredly. "I saw a fireman come down these steps just a couple of minutes ago." "Why didn't I pass him downstairs in the hallway then?" "I don't know. He might have left either through the basement or the rear door, maybe to see what's happening in the back of that matchbox." "That's not good enough for me!" Jack snapped. "If there's any chance at all that my friend Hank's in there, I've got to check it out." "Look, buddy." Officer Rob continued, in a calm voice, "nobody's in there. Your friend came down a few minutes ago like I told you. That building is gutted from the second floor up. If you try to go in there now, you'd be committing suicide." "I'm going!" Jack insisted, as he pushed Officer Rob aside. The two uniformed men began scuffling in the filthy hallway of the building adjacent to the blazing inferno. Jack tried to force his way up the rickety wooden steps leading to the next floor. Officer Rob grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back down the stairs. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!" Jack shouted. But Rob ignored Jack's pleas and salacious remarks as he wrapped his muscular arms around the struggling fireman that he was attempting to subdue. Rob was a strong, tough, handsome man with dark blonde hair whose high cheekboned face was highlighted by a wide, burnt cinnamon mustache sensually draped across his upper lip. Jack was only slightly smaller than Rob and in excellent physical condition as well. The bout quickly turned into an all-out fight while Jack desperately attempted to overcome Rob's strong, restraining grip. Though rivers of adrenalin were rushing through Jack's body, a result of the impassioned fear that his friend might be dying, Rob's juices were flowing with determination as well. Rob was certain that Jack's partner had gotten out of the building safely but Jack was too emotionally out of control to accept that fact. Rob knew that Jack would be overcome with smoke and burned to death in an instant if he entered the structure. It was a case of two strong men, both believing they were battling to save another human being. They were dedicated soldiers whose duty it was to protect the lives of others, even if personal harm came to them in the process. Jack succeeded in landing a right cross against Officer Rob's eye. The macho cop's head spun from the impact of the blow and for a second, he loosened his grip on the frantic fireman. Jack escaped up the stairs with a fury but in an instant, Rob recovered and was right behind him. He grabbed Jack by the foot and yanked him back down. The fireman's shirt had been ripped open. The fleshy, golden color of his lean, sweaty torso was in stark contrast against the drab, dirty gray brick walls of the rundown tenement. "I'm gonna kill you if my buddy dies in there, you fucking pig!" he shouted at Rob. "I'm gonna kill you!" Rob tried to put a half nelson on Jack in a vain attempt to restrain him but Jack's limbs were flying up and down so fast and with so much energy that he was unable to secure the hold. He threw his arms around Jack's waist but only succeeded in ripping open the frenzied fireman's pants. Jack dashed forward, allowing the mighty cop to hang onto the remnants of his trousers. He rapidly crawled up the staircase and was now completely naked except for his long rubber work boots. Rob let go of the shredded thatches of cloth and dragged Jack back down again by the heels of his slippery black boots. They wrestled in the hallway and soon Jack's naked body was filthy and covered in muddy grime. Both men were quickly becoming exhausted from the challenging struggle but it was Officer Rob who finally won. He succeeded in pinning Jack against the wall, pushing his nightstick across the fireman's throat in order to subdue him. It was at that instant when they heard a voice shouting up to them from the first floor entrance just outside of the building. "Hey, you guys, is everything okay or what?" Instantly, Jack recognized the deep voice of the beckoning fireman. "Hank?" he gurgled, unable to speak clearly or loudly with the stiff wooden stick cutting off his oxygen. "Is that Hank?" Officer Rob screamed. "Sure is," the man shouted. "Is everything alright up there?" Bob released his grip on the beaten fireman. Jack immediately relaxed, then yelled down to his buddy. "Yeah, Hank, it's me, Jack. I'm just up here with this — officer, keeping the fun seekers out. Are you okay?" "Hell, yes," Hank called back. "I've been down in the basement trying to see if this damn blaze is burning through the firewall. I think we've got it pretty well under control." "Great," Jack responded. "We'll just stay up here another few minutes. Call me when the rig's ready to travel back home." "You got it!" Hank replied. Jack looked at Officer Rob with a long, sad and grateful stare. The fireman's big brown eyes were swept with a sheepish glow, a kind of embarrassed sheen. "I — I don't know what to say," Jack murmured softly. "Don't say anything, man, you'd have had to shoot me to keep me from going up there if I thought a buddy of mine was trapped in that rat shack." "I should say I'm sorry but I know that isn't good enough. You saved my life. I'm a fucking idiot. You told me Hank got out alright. I guess I was just too worked up. I just had to be sure." "It's okay, man, don't worry about it," Rob said as he wrapped his arms around the worn out young fireman whose body was completely naked and covered with soot after their violent struggle. "It's alright." Jack felt safe and warm in the arms of the brave policeman who had just saved his life. He pushed his body into Rob's with an honest, thankful passion. The handsome cop responded by tightening his grip on Jack. Neither man was quite sure of what was occurring at that point but in the seconds that followed, Jack's tight, hair-covered knee somehow began pressing against Rob's crotch. Before he could assimilate what the gesture meant, the cop's massive, meaty cock had swelled to a full throbbing erection. Natural instinct overcame hesitation as the two masculine men began to feel one another's bodies. Passion preceded conscious thought while each allowed their fingers to roam up and down the firm, well developed structures of their bodies. Jack's own strapping pillar was rock hard now, and pulsated powerfully against Rob's crotch as he pushed himself into it. The horny officer's hands found their way to the tight, unfucked buns of the hot naked fireman. Gratitude and trust allowed Jack to completely relax while the big macho policeman who'd just rescued him began to shove a stiff index finger into the dude's tight asshole. Jack moaned with pleasure, a pleasure that he had not known before. It was a sensation that, under any other circumstances, he would never have allowed himself to experience. Soon Officer Rob had the grateful fireman lying face down on the filthy wooden floor of the decaying building. He wrapped one massive, muscle laden arm around Jack's neck and unzipped the shiny brass fly of his uniform pants with the other. A huge, solid, ten inch long cock pushed its way through the opening. Jack's virgin buns began to quiver as he nervously awaited the mighty rafter that was about to invade him. But the hunky policeman sensed the fireman's fear. He covered his giant pillar with globs of saliva and then slowly and methodi-cally pushed it up into the naked asshole of the rugged man beneath him. Jack groaned long and hard as he felt the large meaty rod working its way deeply into his guts. The sensation in his asshole was that of a hot, sweeping wave of erratic electricity. It was a feeling focused somewhere in the comfortable but virtually undefinable boundary between pain and pleasure. Rob could not believe the incredibly tight and moistly warm consistency of Jack's asshole. He'd never rammed a guy before and never really gave much thought as to what it would feel like. He hadn't known that a dude's butt muscles could make his meat feel so good. Soon, the cop-on-top was ramming his stupendous shaft all the way into the young fireman's steamy hot asshole. They rolled in the filth on the landing as they fucked, two hot macho men of uniform humping it out in the first man-to-man experience of their lives. Jack was lost in passive ecstasy while the potent policeman was putting it to him with all he had. This was the guy who had saved his life. He was alive at that very moment to experience this ecstatic, erotic fervour simply because of Officer Rob's strength and determination. Jack gave into him completely. He spread his legs apart and allowed the rugged man in blue to ram, ram, ram him into unrestrained oblivion. Jack's cock was wedged between his washboard stomach and the muddy scum on the hallway floor. The slush became warm as the fireman's shaft slid into it. The combination of mud and skin created a wild, unusual suction that was like fucking a thick glob of tepid, quivering gelatin. Sweat poured off Officer Rob's face as he drove his prick in and out of Jack's butt with an untameable masculine fury. His thrusts were becoming more and more rapid. He was approaching his first male-male orgasm and the juices in his loins welled up within him like molten lava desperate to escape the confines of the volcano. As the first wads of sperm worked their way up Jack's giant cock, the big macho cop began to shoot his load. Streams of thick, steamy translucent sperm erupted from Jack's ejaculating meat. At the same time, he felt the rampant rivers of the policeman's gushing cum being injected deeply into him. The exhausted officer collapsed in a perspiring hump on top of the sweaty fireman. For the first few moments neither man said anything. It was a special time in their lives, an intimate moment of male closeness that they had never known before and perhaps would never know again. They allowed themselves the objective space to experience the sensation, freely and without question. They harnessed the warmth before the magic of the moment was invaded with the neurosis of human paranoia, before they would begin sifting the significance of the act through the complex structures of their intellect. They bathed in the pure, human afterglow of fulfillment, a rare space in their existence that had been filled with one honest communication. It was a communication void of the cumbersome oppressiveness of some socially ideal image of what they could or should be. The quiet seconds after their dynamic encounter were soon interrupted by shouts from Jack's friend Hank who stood at the doorway below. "Ready to go, Jack! Let's move out of here." "Be right down, buddy!" Jack responded. The fireman rapidly jumped up, threw on his muddy shirt and put on the ripped up pants that Rob had torn from him. Once again, they became Officer Rob and Fireman Jack. The two men brushed themselves off as best they could and then rambled down the steps leading out of the tenement. As they approached the doorway leading out of the building, their steps became slower. Each man was struggling to say in words something that they both knew that words could never express. Jack walked through the door in front of Rob. Then, he turned around and looked at the incredibly handsome policeman standing in the doorway before him. He was gazing at the first man to save his life as well as the first man who'd ever made love to him. A soft, erotic glow beamed forth from the huge, masculine eyes of the dedicated officer. His neat, blue uniform was soaked with mud and sweat. His eye was swollen from the violent blow that Jack had given him. He was dirty and exhausted; an uncouth, tattered representation of the gleaming, neat image of a policeman. But to Jack, he was an incredible sight. To Jack, at that moment, Rob was the most special man in the world. Rob grinned at the ragged fireman. The grin expressed all that Jack knew the man could not say. The understanding smile and the strong knowing look in the policeman's eyes made the statement in the most perfect way it could be made. Jack grinned back, his eyes brimming with the expressive tears that a fireman could not shed. He gulped and fought back the tightness in his throat as his emotions completely filled him. "Thank you," he said. Then, he turned and walked towards the truck so he could return to the firehouse with his buddies. Rob swallowed back his feelings, then jumped into the squad car with his partner and prepared to finish his patrol shift for the day. As the huge, shiny red enamelled engine pulled away from the curb, the police car began turning around to head off in the other direction. Slowly, Jack glanced back as he stood brave and strong on the rear platform of the fire truck. As he did, his eyes met those of the loyal policeman, who was also looking back.