Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 14:24:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Joey Livestrong Subject: Kipper's Love and the Fireman Chapter 1 Kipper's Love and the Fireman Characters: Kipper -- 10 m Charlie -- 25 M Matty -- 10 m (Please could more people put this at the start of their story it makes it much easier to find the stories that interest you.) DISCLAIMER: This story contains relationships and sexual activity between an underage boy and a grown man. If it is illegal in the town / state / district / country etc for you to read or view this type of material please go no further. Please check the laws if you are unsure. If you are offended by such fictional behavior please go no further and reconsider why you are actually on this website. This story and its continued parts are copyrighted as are all of my works. Please do not take, use, edit, or publish elsewhere the contents of this story without the author's permission. The story remains the property only of its author. This story is pure fiction and never occurred EVER! Any similarities of people, places, and situations are purely coincidental and cannot be held to blame for an actual event that may happen or have happened. The author does not condone the behavior encompassed in this story but is merely writing a fictional encounter for those who wish to read it. Writing about a theme does not link the author to that theme. Those who write about murder are likely to not be murderers. Those who write about rape are likely to not be rapists. Etc etc. Please read no further if anything in this disclaimer affects you. If not please enjoy and feel free to email me positive comments (see bottom of page). * * * Chapter 1 Kipper got home from school that Friday to an empty house. As normal his mom had left the front door latch key under the third plant pot from the door. Scooping it up, he unlocked the door and let himself into the house. Inside, the house smelt fresh and clean, Friday was cleaner day so he always stayed a little longer at school playing with his friends before coming home, not wanting to get in the way. As he always did the second he got home from school, Kipper ran upstairs to his room and took off his school uniform. Only recently had he gone from doing this as quickly as possible so that he could get on and play, to now standing in front of his mirror, watching himself slowly undress. He had started doing this after a sleepover one night at his friend Matty's house. Matty was from a family of four boys and having friends with older brothers was great simply because they knew so much. A few weeks ago Kipper had been at the sleepover with Matty and Jesse, when all was quiet in the house they had sneaked into the spare room where the computer was kept, logged on and opened up a few files from Matty's brother's folder. Although it wasn't exactly that explicit, a video of a blonde bimbo slowly undressing and touching herself, it left an impressionable memory on the 10 year olds' minds. Unfortunately their excitement had been short lived as they soon heard noises upstairs and quickly shut down the computer. The day after the sleepover Matty had come into school a little winded. In their rush to turn off the computer neither boy had thought to clear the history and big brother had quickly found out his files had been tampered with. Matty obviously bore the brunt of his teenage brother's anger, coming into school clutching his stomach. However this video alone had been by far enough to set little Kipper's mind racing. Every night that he had come home from school to an empty home, he had stood in front of his mirror and removed his school uniform as sexily as he could remember from the brief video. He would finally get down to his baby-blue boxer shorts and smile, happy with the job he had done. Oddly he never went further in front of the mirror, usually because he needed to keep his boxers on for play. Then he would pick out some shorts and a t-shirt, grab his board and zoom out onto the street. The road Kipper lived on was quiet and suburban, everyone knew each other by face, and smiled greetings to each other as they passed but none seemed to go beyond that. One man though, resident of No.42 Ochre House, wished differently. What he would give just to have even the slightest conversation with the subject of all his dreams. As he wandered up and down his garden, the tinny sound of the hover mower preceding him as he went, he turned just at the right moment to see his dream fly past him almost at a blur. Releasing the handle of the mower, the engine cut off and left a pleasantly silent atmosphere. Quickly he raised his now free hand and waved happily to the ten year old blonde boy now skating past him. Slightly heart broken that the boy hadn't even waved back he dejectedly turned back to his mower when he heard a screeching of plastic on tarmac right behind him. Spinning round, there stood the boy he had dreamed of so often. "Heeeeeeeya Charlie." Came the sound of an angel slightly out of breath. "Hey there sunshine, watcha' up to buddy?" The second he said it, it hit him how stupid a question that must have sounded. "Errrr... boardin' hehehe" "Yeah I guess that was a bit of a no-brainer huh?" He replied trying to make the best of an embarrassing situation. Charlie often wondered why, no matter how well educated one may be, in the presence of an angel one can only stutter and embarrass oneself. "How's the house?" Charlie asked as he thought back to the time he had first met his angel. It had been about three months ago, still winter and he had just moved into the neighbourhood. He was 25 years old, his parents had recently died in an earthquake on holiday and he had been left with enough money for a comfortable house in suburbia. Being a fireman, and an enthusiastic one at that, not just doing it as a job but putting personal effort into every emergency just to make a difference to peoples' lives, he was easily transferred to the fire station of his new district. Within a month of living in his new neighbourhood he had met most of the residents and introduced himself as Charlie, the fireman. Being a rather attractive 25 year old fireman in suburbia has its advantages, that is if lonely middle aged housewives are your cup of tea. Unfortunately Charlie had long since gone off women and begun dreaming of men and even more often, teenage boys. He was soon welcomed into the neighbourhood and receiving the smiles off the resident friendlies, making him happy with his choice of setting. One house he observed never really saw any life. No.39 only ever seemed to have a car in the drive late at night and in the two months he had lived on the street, Charlie had never seen anyone enter or exit the property. That changed one night about 2am when he was working a night shift at the station. The call came through of a kitchen fire at a house on Fleming Lane. Quickly he joined the rest of the team and within fifteen minutes had arrived at the scene of the fire. The fire had spread up the stairs to the landing and they were quickly informed by the shrieking of a worried mother that her son was trapped up there in his bedroom. A path through the fire was quickly made with the talent of the L.A.F.D. and Charlie was the first to enter the boy's room. Huddled in a corner crying was a boy no more than 10 years old. Immediately Charlie ran over to the boy and scooped him up into his manly arms, explaining to the boy that he was safe now and everything would be ok. An ambulance had arrived and was awaiting the boy and Charlie carried him quickly towards it. The boy was given a blanket and checked, fortunately he was completely unharmed. In fact because his bedroom door had been closed he didn't even have smoke inhalation. As Charlie put the boy in the back of the ambulance he looked at the face of the boy for the first time. That face would stay with him in his dreams for the rest of his life. He could do nothing but stare at the beauty that sat before him. Little Kipper smiled, still slightly shaken from the ordeal of being trapped in a burning house, but happy that he was nice and safe and that he had been saved by a big strong fireman. The house as it turned out hadn't been that badly damaged, and the insurance even paid up quickly. Within two weeks the house had been fully repaired and life was back to normal. "Yeh it's ok thanks, hasn't burnt down again yet. Did you get that thing I made you?" Asked the boy as the flashback in Charlie's mind ended. "The card? I absolutely did it was fantastic and it really meant a lot to me that you made it." He replied thinking about the card that the second he read it made him burst into tears and from that moment Charlie knew he was in love with a ten year old boy. "Cool I came round like five times to say thank you like for savin' me and my house but you were never in and I dunno really where the fire station is, sorry for not, ya' know, sounding very grateful but I am I promise." Kipper told Charlie as he looked down at his feet feeling bad that he had not yet thanked the man that had saved his life. "Oh hey that's ok buddy no worries your card was thank you enough." The card had touched Charlie's heart the amount of effort and care that had gone into it and he would remember the message forever: `Thanks for being my hero.' "Cool, well I gotta go I'm goin' boardin' at the park with my friend Matty." "Ok Kipper, have fun and by the way you look awesome on that thing." That made him blush so angelically and he smiled, and in one slick movement dropped his board to the ground as he jumped in the air and landed on it. Then he turned on the spot and Charlie took a sneak look at the boy's cute little butt in those shorts and further down to his bare legs, which looked absolutely divine. As the boy skated off he jumped taking the board through the air with him, off of the pavement and landed neatly in the road in a style that Charlie would soon learn to call an "ollie". Charlie smiled at the boy that had tried so hard with that little trick to impress him and waved goodbye to the boy that was waving to him in turn. He watched the Adonis right until he disappeared round the corner. Ready to continue with the job he had been so easily distracted from he quickly realised he would have to do something about the problem he now had in his jeans. He was leaking precum badly. Fortunately the material of the jeans had not let any soak through while he was talking to the boy but that wouldn't last long. He headed quickly indoors to sort out the problem. Kicking off his shoes, then shorts and t-shirt he collapsed onto the sofa with his hand solidly round his 7 inches of cut man meat. He started slowly with the stroking but as more and more images of undressing the blonde beauty that was ten year old Kipper, came flying into his vision he speeded up and was soon pumping away at an impressive rate. (Well he was a fireman he should be experienced with handling long hoses (sorry couldn't resist!)). In his mind the perfect little ten year old boy lay totally naked on his bed, his erect little hairless boy- dick pointing north and Kipper's hands would gently caress and tug at it. His visions zoomed in on Kipper's body as he imagined kissing all over the small boy working his way to that perfect bit of meat that he so desperately wanted to taste. The man in the vision opened his mouth and engulfed the imaginary boyhood. Even in such unreality he could taste the sweetness and innocence of the boy and he erupted all over the couch shot after shot after shot. He was completely spent and moved to the other couch devoid of any sticky semen and lay down exhausted, quickly slipping into a deep sleep. Kipper meanwhile had arrived at Matty's house and had been welcomed inside by his mother. Kipper was told Matty was in his room and should go up to see him so taking his DC skate shoes off he thanked her and headed upstairs. Kipper and Matty had been best friends since they met in Kindergarten. Only recently Matty had started hanging out with other boys too, often leaving Kipper feeling a little left out. As good friends Kipper didn't even think of knocking before entering his Matty's bedroom. As he did he stood shocked as his friend was stood completely naked sporting what Kipper referred to as a `woody'. Normally he would have looked away instantly but he couldn't he just stood there staring at his naked friend's body. "Dude, don't you knock?!" Exclaimed Matty as his hands flew down to cover his indecency. "I'm errr, I'm sorry Matty I didn't think you'd be like, you know. Sorry Matty." Kipper tried desperately not to make his friend mad at him, he already felt he was losing him and this surely wouldn't help. "It's fine just can you go out while I get dressed please I don't need a crowd." Matty replied slightly annoyed that Kipper was still stood there staring at him. Kipper apologised again and quickly left the room. On the landing he crouched down feeling awful, not only because he sensed his friend was mad at him, but also because the second he saw his naked friend, he too had gotten a woody. Matty soon opened the door and noticed how upset Kipper looked. "Hey Kips I didn't mean to shout at you dude, I was just kinda' embarrassed that I was stood their in all my glory and you were jus' starin' at me." "S'ok sorry `bout crashin' in your room." "No worries man, let's go skate." And the two boys headed out on their boards to the local skate park where about five other boys from their school were skating. At about 7pm the boys were tired and hungry and so headed off to their various homes. Kipper arrived home once again to a deserted house. His mother was a very professional woman and considered her career far more important than her family. His dad had died last year, and now he was used to being alone. Kipper checked the fridge and his meal was ready to be heated up. After his meal for one he watched TV for a while, his favorite cartoon was on, South Park. Feeling a little tired he headed to his room and with no sexy show, stripped down to nothing and climbed into bed. He had recently started sleeping naked as his mom never came into his room. As he lay there he couldn't get the vision of his naked friend out of his mind. A few days ago he had awoken lying awkwardly on top of his pillow as if it were another person. As he moved to stretch, his morning woody had rubbed against the material of the pillow and caused him to shiver. Wanting the feeling again he pressed himself back into the pillow and gently began gyrating his hips into the pillow, each thrust sending a shiver of sensation through his ten year old body. At first it had been awkward but as he did it for longer and longer he got better and a rhythm started developing. Very soon he had his arms stretched out to support himself as he looked down his body at his 2 inch uncut boy-dick gliding across the base of his pillow. Kipper decided, because of his woody he would have to play this game again to stand any chance of getting to sleep that night. Getting the rhythm going he was soon pounding away at the plumped material. He closed his eyes and immediately the vision of Matty's naked body popped into his head and a sensational pulse surged through his body starting with his boy-dick. He couldn't stop imagining that image he saw today wishing he could be there in person again and again. His humping got faster and faster and he started feeling like he had to pee, but the feeling also wouldn't let him stop. Kipper's whole body tensed and he squealed as pulse after pulse of pure ecstasy shot through his body. He groaned, his arms gave way and he collapsed in a deep slumber on his bed. *** I hope you liked Chapter 1. I'm trying to make this story a little more sexual than my last (Toby and the SUV) but I don't want to move away from having a main story line. Let me know what you think, but flames will be ignored and reported (and most don't make it through spam controls anyway). Joey_livestrong @ yahoo . com With enough positive feedback I shall begin writing Chapter 2.