Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2022 03:46:04 +0100 (CET) From: lucas_dwyer@tutanota.com Subject: Hero Worship part 5 (Revised) This story is completely fictional any references to names, places, situations are made up. If you enjoy the stories posted here please support Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------------ Feel free to contact with comments and suggestions. I enjoy hearing what you all think. Email: lucas_dwyer@tutanota.com Wickr: lucasdwyer1 ------------------------ Author Note: I wanted to add something dramatic to this chapter that gives the story's title new meaning. I did take some liberties in how I would expect what is being described to unfold and be handled after the fact, I'm no expert and most of what I describe is just guesswork. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it and thank you to everyone who has written with your desire for more. - Lucas ------------------------ I heard the call of a domestic disturbance in the neighborhood where Henry lives. The officer comes on the radio he's arrived at the callers address but relays incident address as Henry's house. When I hear that I speed up, even though my heart is beating out of my chest I tell myself everything will be alright, there's an officer already on site, no big deal. The radio crackles, then the officer screams "Shots fired, officer needs assistance!" "Jesus Christ" I scream as I turn on my lights and sirens. There's no other radio traffic from the officer on scene and that's not good; all I hear is dispatch telling all units to respond. I'm there in under two minutes, first to arrive. I'm out of my vehicle with my gun drawn I make my way to the house. All you can hear in the distance are sirens converging as every unit in town heads this way. I call in "officer down," I know I should wait for back up, I should do a lot of things differently than what I'm about to do but right now I'm not thinking clearly. I hear screaming inside the house, a woman's screams for help, a man screaming for everyone to stay back or she's dead. All I can think about is Henry. I can see the man with the gun, that also means he can see me; if I act fast I can take him down. The officer will make it, his vest took two hits but he must have hit his head going down because he's out cold. Years of training kick in as I stand, then in quick succession enter the doorway yelling "drop your weapon" as the man pivots towards me with his gun raised; one, two, three shots... he's down. I enter into the house moving to the subject, kick the gun out of reach and keep my weapon on him. I kneel down checking for a pulse, it's faint. I radio "suspect down, weapon secure, roll medical." It's only six thirty in the evening and all I can think is `please still be playing that fucking game.' Two more officers enter, weapons drawn; I could be so fucked by not waiting for backup. We start to sweep the house calling `clear' for each room. I open the door to what is obviously a little boys room, my heart sinks as I hear the sobs. He did as he was told and came home, goddamn you Henry. I move to the closet and open the door, there he is hiding behind a giant stuffed teddy bear, tears flowing down his cheeks, he looks up at me towering over him gun in hand but the fear washes off his face as he recognizes me; he flies off the floor throwing his arms around my waist. I holster my weapon then pick him up as he wraps his arms around my neck and legs around my waist. He softly whimpers in a trembling voice "su-su-superman, you came for me" as I choke back tears. I make my way through the house and out the front door heading to my unit. Approaching with the paramedics is Max, terror in his eyes as I step into view with Henry held firmly to my chest. I look him in the eyes and mouth `he's okay' and continue to my unit. I'm trembling as I make my way to the truck, cell phone cameras capture it all. The lead story on the evening news is accompanied by "Dramatic cell phone video shows hero police officer, Lt. Daniel Parker of the Carter Point Police Department carrying young Henry Watkins to safety." There I am on every fucking channel and soon to be on the front page of the regional papers; stud cop carrying little Henry away from danger. If they only knew my real plan tonight was to convince mommy dearest in there to legally part ways with her son, offering up compensation for the heartache she wouldn't feel by letting him go I'd bet the story would be different. Now though, I might have some tap dancing to do to get out of this mess. For close to thirty minutes Henry refuses to let go of me, even when Max approaches saying he needs to take him to the ambulance to have him looked at. "Henry" I say as we look into one another's eyes "I know you're scared but you're safe, no one can hurt you now." He starts sobbing into my chest and tearing my heart out at the same time. I try to talk to him like the kid he is "Fireman Max needs to take you to get looked at and I need to talk to some people but I promise you that you are and always will be safe." His sobbing slows, his clutch weakens as he allows me to hand him to Max. With a look that could kill I tell Max "take care of him." He gives me a head nod as he carries little Henry to the waiting ambulance and says "you know I will." I'm approached by Detective Mark Reynolds, "goddamn Parker you screwed up tonight." I keep my composure asking "how so Reynolds? I assessed the situation and in minutes neutralized the threat." "You didn't wait for backup, you took on a perp who just shot an officer" he's about to go on but I cut him off "lives were in grave danger, I handled it as best I could." He shakes his head "you're so full of shit. Oh don't worry you're gonna walk away squeaky clean" he's saying then cocks his head towards Henry "on top of it all you'll probably get a goddamn medal all because of that kid." "Who the fuck do you think you are? A goddamn superhero?!" I let out a snicker as a smile creeps across my face. "Oh you think this is funny." "Sorry Reynolds." I say trying to smooth it over. "Listen Dan. I like you. Everyone here likes you so we're all going to cover for you as best we can but we all know how you operate." He lets out a sigh "you are always and I mean always by the book. So what happened tonight?" "Mark, I can name off more missteps than you know of. I'm ready and willing to be held accountable for each mistake I made." "Well that's not going to happen. Look at all the people, the cell phone videos. The media is going to run with this shit. Everyone loves a hero and you're gonna be it." He's calming down finally which eases my nerves "sure there will be a quiet investigation that will determine what everyone knows. You saved lives." "What about the kid Mark" I ask in a steady voice. "What about him? Family services is on the way to the hospital where they're taking the boy." My heart sinks, I wanted to avoid this. Reynolds continues "The mom's unfit so she'll never see him again, there's drugs and paraphernalia strewn about the house. Heroine, cocaine, wouldn't be surprised if there's a meth lab in the back shed." Fucking hell Henry left a lot out. "So another kid thrown into the system?" I ask rhetorically. He shrugs "yep, feel sorry for the kid, cute kid but what can we do?" "What about..." I pause stopping myself trying to not let my feelings for the boy get the best of me. Reynolds looks at me and says "what? Spit it out?" "What if I took custody of him until a solution can be worked out?" "Are you out of your mind?" "Mark, hear me out. He refused to let go of me for almost thirty minutes. He's scared and terrified, now we send him away with a stranger who dumps him in a foster home or worse some state home. That will be traumatic. He just went through hell and we're going to send him to the deepest pits? No fucking way!" He smirks, looks me up and down "never figured you for a softy Dan." The look on my face must show zero amusement because he throws his hands up and says "fine, let me talk to whoever they send and I'll see what we can work out." Max has left, escorting Henry to the hospital for a more thorough exam. I on the other hand am sent to the station to file reports, fill out paperwork and turn in my weapon until the investigation is complete. I drive home unsure of how things will truly turn out. I'm sitting on the sofa in the living room in complete darkness, whiskey in hand, reliving the events of the last few hours when the doorbell rings. I open the door, to see Detective Reynolds, Henry, and a nice young lady from the state standing on the other side. "Mr. Parker may we come inside" she asks. I step aside allowing them to come in. We walk up the stairs to the main living area and everyone takes a seat. "Detective Reynolds has said you expressed interest in caring for young Henry here." "Yes ma'am I have." "Well I would say this is quite unusual but it is also understandable given the events that transpired this evening." She looks at the detective then to me "after talking it over with Detective Reynolds and receiving a call from your chief" I see Reynolds grin and know he had a hand in that, she continues "I've spoken to a judge and he's agreed to grant you an emergency order for temporary guardianship of Henry James Watkins. I will need to see where he'll sleep as well as have you sign some papers." I stand up, keeping my composure but deep down losing my shit. We walk down the hall to a room across from the Master Bedroom where Henry will actually be sleeping, showing her the guest room. She does a quick walk through finding it acceptable accommodations so we go to the kitchen where I'm handed more paperwork to fill out and sign. We say our goodbyes, Reynolds tells me to enjoy my time off, damn right I will, then he heads out. I close and lock the door walking upstairs, Henry is standing in the middle of the room. We look at each other before he finally runs to me, I pick him up and into a bear hug. "Thank you for saving me SuperDan." I finally start to cry, releasing all the emotions of the day. I carry Henry to the bedroom, laying him down, climbing on top and begin kissing this sweet boy. "I thought I lost you" I say as tears flow more freely "I'm not sure what I would have done." I know he won't fully comprehend all that's happened and right now isn't the time to try to explain anything or talk. Right now the boy just needs rest. I use the restroom then return to find Henry sprawled out on his back in the middle of the king size bed sound asleep. I climb on the bed and begin to undress him, slowly removing his T-shirt then tossing it off the bed. I unbutton his pants and slide them down to his ankles. Before removing them I take a moment to enjoy his beautiful body. He looks so delicate right now, his chest softly rising and falling, his belly taught and his little boy dick laying limp. I'm still in uniform, having only shed my belt and gear when I arrived home. I reach down to unzip my pants, pulling my cock free. I look down at Henry as I begin to stroke, sliding my hand over the length of my shaft, sucking in air as I glide over my cock head. I moan, thinking about our time together before I went on duty. How Henry joined me in the shower of his own will, knelt down and gave me his best damn blow job yet. My stroking intensifies as I watch him sleep, oblivious to the lustful need I'm fulfilling while he lays sleeping. I grip my cock harder feeling pressure build, tears flow again as the anger and stress of the day literally comes to a head. I grunt as semen spews from my cock, spraying his small body, covering his chest, tummy, and dick in my seed; he squirms a bit but doesn't wake up as the warm load I unleashed runs down the crevices created by his rib cage, the sides of his belly and down his chest to the bed below. As I regain my composure I look upon this boy laying there still sound asleep covered in my spunk; I've marked my territory and no one can ever take him from me, should they try they will be met by a force no one can reckon with. I lean down and kiss the boy on his forehead then climb off the bed walking to the laundry room. I shed my uniform then walk into the kitchen to pour myself a double shot of whiskey. I slam it in one go, chase it with a glass of water and head to the bedroom. I crawl into the bed me and Henry will now share and fall fast asleep. I awake around four in the morning, the sounds of gunshots ringing in my ears. I look around and the room is silent, it's only in my head. Henry is laying on the bed in what looks like a most uncomfortable position; his chest pressed to the mattress with his knees pulled under him, his little bottom thrust up in the air. I realize I never completely removed his pants and they're a bit of a tangle now so I climb up behind him and pull them over his feet then toss them aside. He doesn't even stir instead he lays there softly breathing. Even in the darkness of the room I can see his ass spread wide exposing his beautiful boy hole. I lean in for a closer inspection, inhaling his scent, I stick out my tongue and slide it over his hole. His small body shudders, I do it again eliciting the same reaction. I spread his legs wider and position myself between them. I grip my hard shaft and aim the head at his hole. Everything in me says this is wrong, hell cumming all over him now feels dirty. My lustful desires are winning though as my jaw tightens and I grip Henry's little waist, pushing my cock against his impossibly small hole. My cock head presses forward trying to open him up. Henry's whimper snaps me back reality; my jaw goes slack, I release my grip on his hips, I pull away and climb out of bed. I move to the guest room, away from temptation and fall fast asleep. I awake in the morning, a heaviness on my chest but not the emotional type. Henry has crawled on top of me and is fast asleep, laying lengthwise along on my torso and abdomen, his head resting on my chest, as he sucks his little thumb. I stroke his hair trying to keep my movements to a minimum so he doesn't fall off. Poor kid, I think to myself; so young yet he's been already through so much. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight which causes him to stir. His eyes groggily open, "morning sport" I say as he looks at me, his eyes still sleepy "morning dad." He closes his eyes again and drifts off. I let out a heavy sigh. I'm not even sure he knows what he said but I loved it. I gently lift him off me, laying him on the bed next to me as I stand. I pick him up and carry him back to our bedroom laying him on the bed then pulling the covers over him then giving him a kiss on the forehead. I go about getting some things done around the house now that I'm going to have a bit of time off. About an hour after I put the little guy back to bed I hear footsteps in the hall and see him appear in the entry to the kitchen completely nude. So beautiful I think as he walks to me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lift him up and place him bare assed on the granite counter causing him to shiver. I run my fingers through his hair then realize his torso is covered in crusted spunk. I ask "how are you doing today?" He shrugs his shoulders, his face not giving up his usually infectious smile; I feel for him and understand completely. "Is it ok if I play my game?" He asks. I smile at him then say "of course it is but maybe you should shower first then we should both put some clothes on just in case someone comes by to check on you." We walk to the bedroom only to find the same clothes he wore last night then I remember, this is all he has, everything else is at his former home which is now a crime scene. I'm sure I could get some of his things but decide maybe it's time for a fresh start for him. I make a few calls and am told if I really need anything they can get it, so I ask Henry if there's anything he'd like from his room but he just shakes his head no. "Ok kiddo, how about we go clothes shopping today? Get you some fresh new clothes, shoes, anything you need." He lights up at the suggestion and says "that would be so much fun." Finally a smile! He puts on his clothes as I go to the closet and find something to wear. I decide to take him out to breakfast before we check out a few stores. The kid devours an adult size stack of pancakes, so quickly I have to tell him to slow down else he gets a bellyache. To be fair I don't think either of us had much food the night before and find myself suddenly feeling famished. As I shovel food into my mouth he looks across the table at me and mockingly says "slow down or you'll get a bellyache." "Yeah yeah smart ass" I say jokingly causing him to giggle. After breakfast we go to a local big box type store and head over to the youth clothing section. The kid goes wild as he looks through all the clothes so I tell him to call out if he needs anything and point in the direction I'm headed. While he's doing that I go to the boys underwear section. I pick up some socks, undershirts then find some superhero undies but decide maybe he's a little too old for that and grab a few packages of plain briefs. I start to walk away then say `ah fuck it' and grab a package of the sexy undies for our playtime. I've been able to keep my eye on him so I know exactly where he is, as I walk closer and he comes more fully into view I mutter under my breath `shit kid' as he stands there with his arms overloaded with shirts. `Time to be a dad,' I sigh to myself as I walk over to inspect what all he's picked out so far. I tell him we're going to have to only pick his favorites as well as some things he can wear to school. The kid doesn't even argue with me, just starts picking and choosing the shirts he wants to keep; it amazes me how well behaved he is. Once we've narrowed those down I decide I'll help with the pants. We find a diverse selection so he has choices, then head to winter wear because it's almost November and it'll be cold soon. We checkout and head back to the house, Max has been texting me nonstop asking how things are. I told him to just come by later and see for himself. When we get back to the house, I show Henry where to put all his new clothes and he gets to work tucking things in drawers and hanging other items in the closet. I get a call from a number I don't recognize but still answer, it's the lady from child services checking in on Henry. I tell her a bit about the day and he seems to be adjusting well. I thank her for her trust and tell her I plan to ensure Henry has a safe home until everything gets sorted out. As soon as I hang up the phone I call David and tell him to get his ass to work on making this permanent. He saw the news and wants to talk but I tell him I'm busy but I will call back later. I help Henry finish putting everything away, he rubs his eyes looking sleepy. "Do you want to lay down?" I ask, he nods his head so we go into the bedroom. I could even take a nap now so I drop my pants and peel off my shirt then crawl in to bed as Henry strips down and does the same. He snuggles in close to me, resting his head on my chest and playing with my chest hair. He lays his small leg across my large thigh so I reach out to caress his leg. He moans as I do, I can't take it anymore so I move between his legs spreading them apart then run my tongue up the length of his inner thigh to his ball sack causing the boy to shudder and his little dick is almost instantly hard. I lap at his tiny sack before engulfing his small dick into my mouth as he moans, his head rolling from side to side and legs squirming. I start sucking him, running my tongue over his dick and shaft, licking at his balls, sliding my tongue down his taint before going back up. I take his dick back in my mouth, he moans and squirms as the sensations coarse through his little body. I watch as he gets closer and closer to climax, then move up to kiss him. He whines, he knows what I'm doing makes him feel good but is unable to articulate what he needs. I continue kissing him before making my way down his chest, sucking his tiny nipples, then glide my tongue down his belly before reaching his hairless groin. I suck his dick into my mouth again, working him slow and methodically, watching his orgasm build and just as he's about to explode move back to kissing him again. His whine is louder this time with a hint of frustration, just what I'm looking for. Over the course of an hour I continue bringing him to the brink then stopping. He's basically squealing now, desperate for me to let him finish; he's panting, squirming, trying to touch himself but I pin his hands to the bed. "Calm down Henry" I tell him as his building orgasm slowly retreats. "D-D-Dan" he stutters having difficulty forming words "I need to..." but he doesn't know what he needs. He's still too young to fully understand the acts that he is performing or are being performed on him. "Tell me what you need Henry" I ask again as his panting slows. "I need to pee" he says. "No you don't Henry" is all I say. I take my hands from his wrists and he immediately reaches down to touch his prick, he doesn't know why just that it will make him feel good if he does but I smack his hands away instructing him not to touch himself as I reach to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube. He's breathing normal, his orgasm at bay, I lube up my middle finger and press it to his hole. The tip slips inside, he groans and squirms as I push to the first knuckle. He lets out a whine as I push further in, feeling his velvety smooth sleeve gripping my finger. I push the rest of the way in and find his prostate, I poke at it causing him to squeal and writhe around. "Are you okay Henry?" I ask as he pants but nods his head. I pull my finger out then lube a second, pressing both in but this time eliciting a louder whimper. I push deeper finding his prostate again and punch it causing his back to arch as he lets out a scream, not of pain but unadulterated pleasure. I decide to finish him, I suck his hard dick into my mouth, slurping, sucking, working him over so much that I know he won't last long. He thrusts his hips into my mouth, in doing so he slams back into the bed fucking his own hole on my fingers. I keep them steady, each thrust he makes causes him to come crashing down on my fingers. I stop sucking and begin stroking him with my free hand growling "come on baby fuck your boy pussy." He's so close I can feel it, his hole is tightening, dick twitching as his whole body heaves into the air then slams onto the bed, my fingers impaling his tight hole one final time; he screams as his boy dick twitches trying to expel the fluid he doesn't yet make. I gently remove my fingers from his sensitive hole which causes him to squirm and whine. I go wash my hands with the intention of him sucking me off now that I'm so horny but when I return he's sound asleep. I cover him up then go into the living room and start to jerk off thinking of what it will be like finally fucking his sweet hole. Before I can finish I hear the front door unlock then footsteps coming up the stairs. Max enters the living room seeing me with my hard cock in my hand, he smiles as I look at him and say "get on your knees and drain me."