Date: Wed, 9 May 2001 20:53:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: FIRES-3 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 3 I moved him closer to me in the bed, "Thank you for the greatest fuck of my life." I said still in my dream. "Master?" I heard a squeaky little voice, not at all what I expected; I jumped up as I felt the silkiness of a very small cock pressed into my stomach. "Oh my God, Noah did I hurt...did I do something to you?" "No but you talked a lot, did you know that you talk in your sleep?" " I moved away from him and the part of him that had captured my interest. "What did I say, I asked mainly to change the subject away from the hot part of the naked cherub beside me." "Well...mostly you moaned and said words like eighteen, and my name, you said Noah a few times." "You should have woken me up." I told him. "Yep, then we could have had some fun." He grinned, and I was enchanted by his smile. "No, I'm glad you didn't wake me up after all." I said. I wonder what I might have done to him half asleep. "I'm sorry if I kept you up, I guess I'm not used to sharing this bed." Damn I hoped that I didn't have that habit at the firehouse. No wonder then everyone guessed I was gay. If I was shouting out in my sleep. The dream seemed so vivid. If I had any sense I would take the smooth little boy and inspect him to make sure I didn't really fuck him last night. It seemed too real. Then again he was so tiny. I would have known it if my cock had blazed a trail into his forbidden territory. If he weren't beside me I would have driven South hours ago to escape the heat and congestion of LA. My car would have been packed last night with salt-water fishing gear, and my luggage. I would have stopped at Ralph's at the beach for groceries. Now I couldn't foresee my escape to Mission Beach after all. There was no way I could take Noah with me. Noah kicked the covers off, and I saw all, his slim body, closer in shape to a baby than a man's. It was the softness combined with his small masculine features that drew me. Tentatively I took my hand and without thinking reached over to feel his little sweet genitals, it was too late. I was not going to wait for him to grow up. I wanted him now. There was nothing to stop me but myself, and I wanted him too badly. If I only had sex with him once, if I could eat just one. I was doomed. I moved slowly as not to hurt him. But with the first touch of his compact boyhood, I was doomed anyway. I could be arrested as easily for one brief touch as a night of ramming into his anus while I ravished him and myself into ecstasy. At that I pulled my hand back as if he was the flame. I was shaking all over, how easy it would be to feed the flames, to take my desire for him, the burning need for him, and act on it. I pulled back my hand and he was as aware as I was of my angry erection. This time his hand reached out in answer. He was going to swallow the whole of my large man cock in his tiny hand, and try to give it mercy. "It's no good Noh, you can't. Look let me relieve myself." I pushed his fingers away, and then took my penis in my own hand rubbing quickly to release it quickly before I got carried away and slid it into his lovely backside, into the warmth of his body, that was making me delirious with need. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooo" My cum spurted out and out as our eyes hooked into each other but I didn't touch him nor he me. Then he took his small fingers and pressed his own cock, which had hardened by watching me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" his body danced as this penis seemed to vibrate. He had no wet release, yet watching me had aroused him too. We both lay for several minutes recovering from our individual sex caused by our need for each other. "Noh, I'm sorry, that wasn't a good thing to do." "Why not Shane, I am a slut. I may be young but that is all that I am, just a slut." "Don't say that." "Why not master, is it a curse word too?" "Yes for describing one as young as you, it is a horrible word to use." "So when do we leave for the beach." "Noh, I can't take you with me I've decided not to go." "Why not, I have never seen the ocean, please. What if I die tomorrow, what if I had died in that fire yesterday. It isn't fair. No one has ever given me anything and I have never asked for much, but please Shane. The only thing that I will ever ask for in this world is for you to take me to see the ocean." "Noah, I can't. "It's always No Noah, No Noah, No, No you can't have a life, No you can't have love, fucking is the only love you'll ever have. I just want one thing, one thing. Please Shane, please take me to see the ocean. Oh.forget it, take me to the authorities now, what does it matter if I live or die. Who cares? "I care Noh." "Then take me to San Diego." "This is against my better judgement and I must be out of my mind, but we'll get up and pack the Pathfinder, we're going to the ocean.