Date: Wed, 2 May 2001 13:54:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: FIRES-2 Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. None of the characters are based on real people. They all grew up in my imagination. Comments are very welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. Fires by:Zane Hunter-Green Part 2 After a six-day bout at the station I was exhausted. I had received little sleep the night before. I must have laid down at some point and fallen asleep leaving Noah wrapped up in the blanket beside me. Originally I had made plans to go South to San Diego for ten days staying at a small summer-let. I was thinking that I would have to change my plans and figure out what to do with this boy. The entire ordeal was too taxing, and I closed my eyes and drifted off. The last thing that I felt was a soft agreeable body cuddle against me. With what he had been through the night before, he was as sleep deprived as me, but I wasn't allowed to sleep very long. RINGGGGGGGGGGGGG "What the..." I jumped up conditioned to every alarm. It was only the telephone. "Yes," I mumbled. It was Jeff. " I'm sorry to bother you Shane but you need to come back to the station, you forgot to sign some papers reporting the fire this morning." "Damn it! I signed out. Can't you just add my name Jeff?" "I would if I could but Jack is making a stink, the feds are now involved, they found remnants of an unknown substance in the house." "Explosives or drugs?" "They wouldn't say." "Ok, ok, I'm coming back in." To make matters worse I really should have said something about their being a boy from the fire; I had a responsibility to take Noah in with me. I just didn't have the heart. He was sleeping soundly, like a very young child. If I had known this was the first time in months I would have grown more resolute in leaving him lying quietly in my bed? However I woke him up. "Noah..." "Umm, yes." Came a sleepy voice. "I have to go back to my station, do you want to come with me? I know that it won't be easy but it's the right thing to do now. Did you know that there might have been dope in your house?" "No" "Were you ever drugged?" "I don't think so." "I hate to ask you this, but the others will certainly. What did they do to you in the house." He was wide-awake now; his large brown eyes were pools of fear. "Do I have to tell?" "I wish you would, if I do what I'm required to do I should take you with me, than they will be asking you a ton of these questions." "Can't I just stay here?" "Noah, I would love to do that, but you are a boy. I have no way to explain how you came to live with me. It's very complicated." "I guess. I would have to tell them everything?" "Yes." "I can't, listen give me some clothes, I need to go." " What do you mean, Where do you plan to go?" "Somewhere, anywhere, back to the street. I can make some money, like Adam did." " No, I am not going to do that!" "Why not, Shane fuck what do you care? I'm just trouble, and you're just like everyone else! You live in a nice house and have nothing to worry about, once you get rid of me, your troubles are history. How can I expect you to understand anything? I was dumb to follow you home!" "Whoa now!" "You just sounded so... nice, and I didn't know what else to do...I'm just a fucking idiot!" " I really hate to hear a kid curse Noah, stop it." I was tired and at the end of my patience. "Get fucking over it. You won't have to hear it for much longer anyway after you fucking try to take me in. Just give me my own fucking clothes back and I'll disappear like you never saw me before." It was almost tragic, these anguished words coming from a high treble voice. " Listen Noah, I haven't decided what to do for you yet, the right thing is not always the right thing. I didn't always have this palace of a cottage. Once I lived on the streets too, and I know what happens there." "You never lived in the streets?" "The hell I didn't" "Then how did you become a fireman? Were you once turning tricks too like Adam and ah me?" "I'm not confessing to a snot nose little kid like you, what do you mean you were selling, what the hell happened to your parents anyway?" "Actually it was just my Ma. She had a boyfriend that we used to call Dad. Hey and look who's cursing now!" "So what happened to her, your mother?" "She disappeared, left us living in this shity one room apartment. Adam was 16 and he and her kept having fights, she said she couldn't take it and was going to dump us and move on but we never believed her. She was always saying things like that to us." "Bloody hell, how old were you then?" "Eleven." "Did you go to school or what?" "No, Adam would teach me. He's very smart. Mom said that his father was a Professor or something. My Dad was a dancer, no shit unless she lied about that. Mom was pretty always had boyfriends, but she was mental if you know what I mean. Dad was good to us, you know her longtime boyfriend who really was the one who paid the bills and took care of us, but he was a lot older, and died I guess he had a heart attack at the construction site where he worked. He told us we could always count on him if something happened between him and my Mom. Well after he was gone Mom kind of couldn't handle us by herself. Especially Adam, he used to bug her about things she should do like food stamps. And registering me in school." "So Adam was the one who took care of you." "Yep, he did, he always did. He was my brother and my best friend. He hated what he had to do to support us, that's why he started to do the drugs. I don't really wanta talk about it Shane. Adam started to get really angry and one time he beat me up then he cried about it. He had no money for a week and he wouldn't go out. Then these guys came cause we were being evicted anyway. Our landlord was a friend of the guy who took me. I found out that Adam had been putting out for the landlord anyway. That's why he kept his mouth shut bout us" " To borrow your word Noh, This is a fucking picture. The way you and your brother fell through the cracks." "Well believe it or not Shane I can be very good. If you let me stay with you I'll clean your house up, cook, and you can do what ever you want with me, but you don't want a boy do you? I get the feeling though that you do. No one knows about me so why don't you just let me stay here with you?" He looked up at me with a choirboy face, so full of hope that I forgot what I was going to say. Finally logic over-ruled. "Noh, it's not as simple as going to the pound and adopting a pet, I can't one day have a boy in my life. Besides trying to explain you, I mean...I would love to have a son, but it doesn't work like abracadabra, poof here is a boy, already housetrained and out of dippers, and cute as a puppy." "I am aren't I?" "Noah you are one precious boyo but" "I'll grow on you." And he reached over for my cock" "Ah Noh" I said as I half heartily moved his hand away. "This kind of growing is not going to solve our problem." "Shane I need you and...you need somebody. You shouldn't live by yourself it isn't fair." "It's the way it is Noh we both know that" "There's so many people-kids that need homes, and you have a home but no life." "Not only are you a big problem Noh, but you're a smart one too." "Well please let me stay for now, don't turn me in, you know I'll be arrested." "That won't happen. The worse is you go into a group home, and the foster system." "Oh yes it will, because I'll let them arrest me, I won't tell them about the other part. I don't want them going after my brother for selling me." "Screw it Noh, I'll tell them the truth then!" "I'll tell them that YOU fucked me too. I'll tell them you took me home with you, and put your prick up my hinny. I'll make them believe me." I wanted to hit the kid across his face, how dare the little Bastard! Then I remembered he was desperate. He was so wretchedly abused that he was trying to blackmail me as his last defense. "Listen little slaveboy, we are setting the rules now! I am your Master correct?" Noh nodded his head and looked down the tears had already formed. "Number one there is no incriminating sperm up your dear little ass, nor I promise you will there ever be in my house. As much as I might want to fuck the living daylights out of you I will not until you come of age unless one of us can't stand each other before that which will most likely happen, then we stay friends, and friends don't fuck with each other. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes what?" I demanded "Yes Sir" "You will do as I say, no cursing and no questions. Figuring out how to keep you here is going to take a lot of favor calling, and I'm not doing it for a boy who would turn around and lie, and spit in my face. I curse, I make the rules you don't" "Yes Sir" "And if I do this it isn't for you! It's for me, and a man who did the same thing for me years ago." "Yes Sir, I promise." "Okay stay here, I need to go into my station for a few minutes, but if anything is missing when I get back it better not be you!" "Yes Sir, Shane, I'll wait right at the door." I put on my working blues and made my way back to the station. Noah had given me a little more adrenaline than I normally would have so I wasn't dragging. I was surprised to see how many were still up once I got back there, Jeff was the first one I spotted inside He was washing down the Amtech truck. "What's wrong brother, you look cagey?" Jeff asked "Nothing I'm just exhausted" I stated. I couldn't tell him that within the last 24 hours not only did I fight a fire, but also two people who could end my career. One an enemy and the other a beautiful little boy. I felt like my soul was on fire. My enemy sensed my arrival and there he was more agitation! "Yea and we all can imagine why your exhausted, said Jack "You stop at a gloryhole on the way home? Go and..." "Shut up asshole," said Jeff. "Yeah we don't want to hear that kind of crap," said Tim. "You're getting on everyone's nerves" Jeff repeated. "Shane is a great guy. And we regulars stick together. You're the outsider Jack. You say one more thing to him and we'll beat the crap out of you then we'll all report you!" "Thanks guys" I said. Jack walked off mumbling under his breath. I was glad that I didn't have to listen to his shit anymore. "Don't worry bro. he'll be long gone when you get back. Have a great vacation; hope you meet a few cute babes I mean hot studs at the beach. Well stay cool." Yea once I figured what to do about Noah it would be a lot cooler. I almost expected that he would no longer be at my house when I arrived back. I was surprised when I saw him standing by the doorway watching for me. His eyes were still reddened from the smoke but he looked otherwise like a beautiful boy playing dress up. He had commanded a pair of my shorts and a tee shirt that hung on his like a pile of discarded clothes. I would have laughed but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "So you are still here," I said. "You told me to be Sir." "Noh I have a problem. I'm supposed to drive to San Diego tomorrow." "Take me with you." "I wish that I could." "I've never been to the beach Sir." "Well before I decide anything at all I really need to go to bed. I guess you can watch TV or something." "I'm tired too." We walked back to my bedroom, I had no fight left in my to tell him to sleep elsewhere. I was too tired. I really wanted him with me after all. I sleepily pulled him next to me and put my arm around him. He sighed in contentment, and then I feel into my first uninterrupted slumber in days. I had a dream. I lay beside a very gorgeous young man. We were coming home from a party. There had been a crowd, and I remember seeing a banner with the words Happy 18th Noah. He was my Noah and he just turned 18. He was a prince of a boy, slim muscular, golden blond hair, and playful tree bark colored eyes. We had been drinking a bit, not too much. We came home sharing jokes and gossip and insights and joy of being together. "Okay Shane, I've been waiting years for you." "It had better be good then, right Noh." "It will be the best Shane, the best for the best!" Then if dreams could be real it was the best: I think we were outside, as the air felt cool. We were already naked. My cock arched towards him, and glistened slightly from pre-cum and sunlight. He moved to me and knelt down cradling my manhood in his slender hands. I saw the glow of his golden hair, halloed in the light. He moved his pink lips to my penis head and suctioned it like a wet kiss planted at one of my most sensitive of places. I was getting hotter and stronger in my need of him. I could feel the tiny teasing bite of his white teeth as he reminded me with his nibbles to hold back for better yet to come. He planned for us both to ride to the edge and then over. I pushed him down so I could enjoy the taste of his own spike of man flesh. He was still hairless, a joy of smooth creamy skin, ending with this own smooth manhead, shaped like a delicate little ass, the concave skin below his urethra, a delight to lick and tease. My hand moved the shaft playing it like a reed instrument, I loved to watch his cock move and tremble as I curled my tongue around pressing hard in the hole, making him moan as he gave up drops of man nectar. Tasteless and indescribable at the same time. The wine of the Gods, the juices of life. My fingers teased the opening of his anus as I drank deep. He slid down and lay offering me the channel to connect us together. I knew that is what he really wanted from me all of this time. I took amber colored oil out from somewhere and coated my hand, my cock, and took the cheeks of his curved ass and pushed them apart so the oil could start to drip into the hole where I would join with him. We didn't need to speak, as words would break the dance that our bodies were longing to create together. I took one firm finger and probed it exploring the dot of connection. It slid on the smooth skin of his anus into the hot melting place. His rectum where I wanted to be, Carefully I slid another finger within to find his tender prostate. Once I could caress and massage his most sensitive spot I had him gasping and wiggling and begging for me. I was hard, so hard that I wanted to scream, but I held it back like a bow taunt, the arrow within, and aimed it so it would hit it's mark, the very center of him. How I let it fly! It flew It flew, and I pumped it soaring up and down back and forth, a bird in wild flight. Then it came to rest softly letting the juices run deep within him filling him with me. Filling him with me. Spurting longer than ever, both of us now caught in the dance, singing words that no chorus can ever hit, we now rolled. Him on top of me still connected together. I kissed the nape of his neck, and we lay in the sun. We lay in the moon; we lay in the light of a billion stars. I can only say it had been worth waiting for-this...