Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 23:11:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: FIRES-9 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 (please) and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Fires by: Zane Hunter-Green Part 9 This was not a ride for a vampire. We were bathed in the smell of garlic. I remembered hearing that garlic was an aphrodisiac, and it seemed to be effecting Noah. He sat between Jesse and me in the front of the truck, and we both were aware of the boy whose hand had crawled into the opening of his shorts, and was rubbing the site of his tiny penis. It was still too small for much of a bulge to show, but he masturbated himself before us unselfconsciously. He sighed sweetly as he gave himself pleasure. I had seen him do this before. He was conditioned to need sex. Jesse winked at me delighted with the show. "Does it feel good Noah?" I asked him, a foolish question. "I could think of something even better." He said. "You're sure making me horny as hell boy." Jesse added. "Shane is a lucky man to have a hot cutie like you." "Jesse...you said that you had a boy." Said Noah as he slipped his hand out of his shorts. "Once long ago, sweetheart. He is a man now." Jesse told him. : You're real nice to give Shane and I this ride. "It's Shane and me." I broke in. "You worry about this boy's grammar?" asked Jesse. "Well...that's kind of foolish I guess." I said. "If Shane will let me, and you drive us to his house in LA, I'll let you hump me, I have a hungry boy pussy that Shane won't feed." See, at that Noah started to pull down his shorts to show Jesse what he had behind him. "Noah!" I cried. "You know that I'm a slut Shane. I started a fire too. I'm a very very very bad boy." "And too cute and sexy for your own good I can tell you boy. If you start showing your sweet bottom to strangers like me, Shane's not going to have you around very long." " Whatta ya mean, you mean that you'd hurt me?" "No I would never hurt you, but there are many who would. A boy who invites men like you're doing is asking for trouble." "I guess I want to make Shane jealous." Noah admitted. "You don't have to do that Noah, I told you." I said. "Well I don't understand, you said that you could love me, but what is there about me to love besides sex?" "That's the problem Noah, someone taught you wrong. They tried to brainwash you with the idea that sex was your only value." "Well I sure ain't helping you. So far you lost your car, and I don't know what else, but you won't even let me show you that I care for you, I wanta pay you back." "There are plenty of ways of paying me back. Making love with you in a truck full of garlic is not anything I have in mind. I can't speak for Jesse, and I don't own you Noah so what ever you plan to do leave me out of it but don't do that kind of thing to hurt me or make me jealous." "I'm just the driver Noah, Sam said. "As much as I could get the hots for a boy like you, you belong with this man." Sam further implied. "Shiteeee" said Noah. He looked up at me, this tow-headed imp, waiting to see how I would react to him. "And I got to do something about your vocabulary."... I started to say " The rules..." Then I heard myself. Any fool could say you have to follow my rules, Noah had rules enough. Like a sledgehammer I realized just how fair Hank had been, he guided me by example. If I followed his ways I would not admonished Noah for what he couldn't help being now. Instead with what might have to be infinite patience I would love and lead him by example. It would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.