David

Young Dragon

Part 3

Firefighter

Chapter 1

The first few hours were fine. I gazed out at the ocean after leaving Ventura and it was a great sight. Going through Santa Barbara was fun. Got a quick flash of the zoo was cool. As I continued to sit there people came and went. I got a few looks due to the black leather dog collar I wore. I wasn't entirely sure why I was wearing it but I felt comfortable with it on me. I even had a tag on it with my name engraved into the black metal. I noticed a man watching me from halfway down the observation car. I wondered what was up with that. I looked away and continued to look out the windows. I did doze off in the seat for a time and when I woke up it was getting dark. I sat up and stretched, and then the conductor came up behind me. He looked me over and nodded.

"Follow me," he said.

I followed him down to the main floor and through two of the cars towards the back. He stopped at a door and opened it. He stepped in and I followed him inside the cabin.

"Funny thing," he said, looking round the cabin, "it so happened that a reservation didn't show up and your name just happened to take the place of the guest who was supposed to have this room. Very strange. Anyway, here is a card for your meals. The bath is just through this door. Someone will come by and make up your bed. Excuse me, I must be going."

He closed the door and I stood there in shock. I had just scored big time. I smiled and settled in. I was going to enjoy this for as long as I could.

I went for a late dinner. When I got back my bed was made up and the porter nodded to me. I closed the door and secured it. I stripped down and went into the bath to take care of business before bed. That was a nice and comfortable bed. I spent a great night on it and enjoyed it. The rest of the train ride was a great one and nobody even looked at me twice. I wondered if somebody was watching me or was this just luck? I wasn't sure but I wasn't about to question it. I learned to accept it and move on.

I stepped off the train at the train station that was my destination. I shouldered my pack and headed out of the station. I paused for a moment to look at a map of the southern part of the state. I knew where I was and found it easy. I felt led to look at the eastern side of Oregon and found a blue spot indicating a lake. The name next it was Lake Wells. Well, that was where I was going. I got a small pocket fold up map for free and left the train station and started walking. I made it to the edge of town that night and slept in a cardboard box next to a dumpster behind a liquor store. It wasn't comfortable, but it was okay. I was away early the next morning when I heard a trash truck coming. I got back on the main street heading out of town. I saw a number of houses to my right and they looked old. I smiled as I saw a couple of little kids playing in the front yard of one house. Everything looked peaceful and serene.

The peaceful scene ended as one of the houses suddenly blew up, wood and glass flying everywhere. The kids in the yard fell flat on their faces. I ran over as my pack vanished into shadow. How or why it happens I'll never know, but I do know that shadow as I call it will always have a weapon for me when I needed it. For the moment it took my pack because it must have known that I was going to react to the situation.

"Are you kids alright?" I shouted as I jumped the white picket fence.

One girl stood up and nodded. "We're okay, but Arlo is trapped inside that house! He's crippled, needs a wheelchair to get around!"

That was all I needed to know. I was over the fence and into the house before anyone could stop me. I headed to the stairs and it crumbled to pieces the moment I got to the second floor. I could hear a kid's voice screaming for help. I followed the voice to a bedroom and found him in a bed. I picked him up and headed back into the hall but the fire prevented that option. So I turned and headed for the window. I hopped out of the open window and turned to the far side of the house and started running. As I passed a window, an explosion would happen and fire would come out of the window. I would hear people on the ground scream each time that happened. A city cherry picker arrived on the scene and drove up on the lawn as the man inside the bucket raised it in an effort to get to me before the house started falling to bits. The roof started moving and I glanced behind me as the people on the other side of the street started screaming. I could see the roof caving in just scant inches behind me. The fire department was arriving. I turned forward and noted the cherry picker was at the right height, but way out of reach. I pushed chakra down into my legs for the jump. Right at the last possible second I planted my right foot just at the edge of the roof, leaned forward, and jumped. The kid on my shoulder screamed as I moved out into free space, and then suddenly the basket of the cherry picker was right there and I caught the bar beneath it. We were safe.

Once on the ground the paramedics took over and I moved into safety with them. I allowed myself to get moved back behind the safety line. I used that opportunity to fade into the crowd and disappear. I jogged off as people were paying attention to the action going in front of them. Nobody looked my way twice. I got cleaned up in a bathroom of a gas station a few blocks down. I started walking once more and eventually the high of the moment was gone. I kept thinking of what happened. I had gone charging into a burning house to save a kid. That was a very sobering thought. I wondered if that was an indication to what my life's work would be. Was life trying to tell me something? I wasn't sure. I just kept on going and decided to deal with it later. I kept going until it started to get dark. I found an old partly wrecked shack and went inside. I found a stack of blankets and burrowed down into them. I lay there and let the events of the day run through my head. Too much could have gone wrong. A misstep. A wrong turn. Getting trapped in the wrong room. Falling through the floor. There were just way too many factors in that situation, but for some strange reason I managed to make it out with the kid. I managed to save the kid. I saved a life. That weighed heavy on my mind. I sighed and rolled onto my side and tried to sleep. Tomorrow would look better.

I searched the shack for anything I could turn into cash so I could eat the next morning and found nothing. I sighed and headed off once more. Maybe something would happen and I would find a way to eat. I wasn't overly concerned or worried about my situation knowing that something might yet happen. I shouldered my pack once more and headed on down the road. It was definitely one of those beautiful days and I was happy to be alive, happy to be here in this place, and just happy to be alive. Definitely a big plus for me. I did find a source of water and it was a stream of running water. After getting my fill of water and filling up a pair of water bottles, I started out once more. The traffic going past me seemed to be steady, but not a heavy one. Nobody stopped to offer me a ride and that was fine with me. Towards evening I spotted what looked like a truck stop in the distance. Cool. Maybe I could score a meal. The sight of it kept me going. I walked onto the property just as it got dark. I searched the ground carefully hoping to find a dollar or two but found better than that. I found a small bundle of cash lying loose on the ground. I picked it up and counted at least forty dollars in fives. I slipped ten in my pocket and the rest into my pack. I got a combo plate for less than five bucks, got directed to the showers, and a place to sleep for the night.

I was up with the sun the next morning. I checked the paper machines looking at the headlines while jiggling the machine and getting a handful of quarters. Nothing in the headlines about me and that was good. I didn't need the wrong kind of attention. I ate breakfast and set off. It looked like it was going to be a fine day. I set a good pace and kept it up for most of the morning. I made it to another roadside gas station just a bit after noon. I sat in the shade and sipped a cold bottle of water. As I did so, a blue colored camper arrived. Three men got out and two of them went inside the station as the third began to fill up the tanks. The two men came back out. One of them stood next to me while the other one went back to the camper to take over the gas hose. He started pumping the gas once more.

"Where you headed, kid?" the man that stayed in the shade was now standing next to me and I looked up at him.

"Wherever life takes me," I said.

"Well, we are headed that way," the man grinned. "Want to ride with us? Gonna be a long walk to the next town."

I considered his offer. "Thanks. Appreciate that."

I followed him over to the camper and got in. It looked fairly nice in there. I went into the back where a table was and sat down in the seat. A moment later we were off.

"Name's Mark," the man said as he sat down in front of me. "Love the collar. Makes you look sexy."

I nodded. "Thanks. I'm David, nice to meet you."

We talked for a bit and I started to nod off and eventually went to sleep. They woke me up sometime later. I stood up and stretched out. I felt things go pop in my body. I stepped out of the camper to find us parked in front of a tiny shack of a motel room. This looks promising.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked.

"Not sure, kid. But we are a lot further down the road than before," he said with a laugh.

I had to laugh at the humor. "I'll have to remember that one."

Mark laughed and led me to the tiny coffee shop and we had dinner. There were other people there and the atmosphere was festive. I was in a good mood myself.

We settled down in a room after dinner. It was late and one of the guys wasn't feeling so hot. So we agreed on an early night. Fine by me. I was tired and needed a bit of sleep. Walking miles does take something out of you. I was in the middle of a great dream when the dragons within me reared up. I snapped to and realized the room was filling up with smoke. Shit. This was not good. By the time I began to move the smoke was getting thicker. I tried to wake up the guys and realized the smoke was doing a number on them. Okay, time to get the hell out. I got the door open and cool air came in. I got Mark out first, and then the two other guys. The smoke was coming from the top of the building where the rooms were and I knew I had to act right now. So I began clearing the rooms one by one, getting people out. Some I carried out. Others got out after I woke them. I eventually found the 'hot room' and went in just as some hysterical lady came out of nowhere, screaming that her boys were trapped in there. I didn't hesitate and went right in as a man shouted at me. Okay, there was a sleeper by the window. He's last. The crib by the bed is first. I reached it, got it out the door, and pushed it towards Mark. He grabbed it and got the baby out. I went in, searched the closet first, and found a pair of very scared little boys in there. I dragged them out and hustled them out. By now the fire was really getting going. I went back in for the sleeper and got him out just as the roof crashed in. Too damn close. The fire department arrived and started doing their thing. I noted the group of people gathered at the edge of the property. I debated in slipping away or going over there. There was too much confusion going so I elected to slip away. No need to be noticed.

The morning sun found me behind a gas station getting cleaned up. I stretched and felt good as things popped inside of me. I got food out of the vending machines and started off once more. That situation last night now made it my second rescue of people from a fire. One time, okay. Two times, strange. Once more I had the feeling that I was supposed to figure out something. That thought occupied my mind for most of the day as I walked. There had to be a reason why I had been put into two situations where I rescued people. I sighed and eventually put it out of my mind and paid attention to my surroundings. There were tall pines on each side of the road. I could hear birds calling in the trees. I could see squirrels and rabbits crossing the road up ahead of me. This was peaceful to my spirit and my soul and it got me high. This was the kind of place I wanted to be in. I kept going until a mini van pulled up next to me. A lady leaned out of the passenger window.

"You need a ride?" the lady asked me.

"Sure," I said. "Thanks."

I got in and it was a family of four, Mom, Dad, and two boys. Twins. Identical twins. I blinked as I looked at them sitting next to each other. Both of them laughed at the look of shock on my face.

"I'm James," the one on the left said.

I studied him closely and then saw the one thing I could use to find out who he was. He had a dark spot on the bottom of his left ear. Got you now.

"I'm John," the one on the right said.

I studied him carefully, and he had the dark spot on the bottom of his right ear. Got you both. They looked very identical from the short flaming red hair right down to the same body size. This would be easy.

"Hi guys. My name is David. Pleased to meet you all," I said.

"I'm Grant, and my wife Charlene," the man driving said.

I got the family history from both boys as we headed down the road. Interesting family. Dad was into retail, mom was a secretary, and both of the eleven year old twins went to school. Very cool. We stopped for lunch and I came up with a bit of money from my pack to cover my plate. They invited me to stay with them for a time and I accepted that. They saved me serious walking time.

The roadside resort we stopped at was okay. No café, a swimming pool, a game room, and a basketball court were there. The twins and I were given our own room as the parents took one for themselves. I followed the guys into the room and as soon as they closed the door they smiled at each other. I had a very funny feeling something was up.

"What do you wanna do first, James?" John asked.

"Get into my Speedos and go swim. Fun later," he said as he stripped down naked.

James had a nice body. Slender, not too skinny. A bit of muscle where needed. His nipples stood out in the cool room. They were the size of dimes. John was the same way, but he was a bit taller than his brother. Both of them were uncut and they seemed to be on the long side.

"He likes what he sees, brother. I can tell," James grinned at me. "By the way, I love the collar on you. Very sexy."

I swung my pack on a bed. "I think I got my Speedo in here."

Both of them giggled at me as I pawed through the pack to find them. I felt my face burning while my cock got big inside fundoshi.

"Here it is," I said as I retrieved a pair of black Speedos that I had gotten from the surf shop back in California.

They watched as I floundered for a moment. Should I go into the bathroom? They had given me a show. It would be fair for me to return the favor. God, I hope this goes right.

They stared at me as I stripped down. James tweaked it first.

"You're the Young Dragon kid," he said.

"That I am," I replied.

Both of them nodded to me and then looked at each other as I pulled my Speedo on. I grabbed towels from the bathroom and handed two of them to the twins. We went swimming until late. Back in the room both of them acted like they had agreed to something. They turned to me and smiled. Now I knew they were up to something.

"Both of us like to play with each other. Want to join in?" John asked.

This I didn't expect. I needed to play this right.

I was standing in a room with a pair of naked twin boys, and they just asked me if I wanted to play with them. I needed to handle this right.

"What do you mean by play with each other?" I asked casually.

Both of them looked at each other and then back at me.

"You're gay, so you must know what we mean by that," James exclaimed.

I reached up for my two earrings as James pulled on his right ear. "Yes, I am gay. Yes, I know what you meant by playing with each other after you said that. But I am not experienced. I know what gay sex is thanks to my book. Just never really done it before."

"What book?" John asked.

I pulled it out of my pack and their eyes got big. They flipped through it and gleefully pointed out some of their favorite things to do. They looked at each other for a moment and then turned back to me.

"We will show you, and help you become experienced," James said seriously.

I smiled. "Thanks guys. I really mean that."

"How about a hot shower first?" James suggested.

Sounded like a great idea. I dropped my black Speedo into the bathroom sink on top of theirs and joined them in the shower. As we washed each other, I used the opportunity to explore them. To feel their smooth skin under my fingers was an experience. To feel their hands on me made me feel good.

"This feels good," I sighed.

"Touch is one of the great pleasures," James said.

"When… they touched me… they caused me pain," I sighed, remembering the pain once more.

"It's not supposed to be like that," John said as he massaged my shoulders, "Its supposed to be a pleasing experience."

"You feel good from touching," James said as his hands moved over my torso, making me shiver from the pleasure.

"It is the beginning to feeling good," John told me.

And they were right. They took me to bed after getting dried off and began showing me the pleasures to be had. I felt so lost in the good feelings as they worked together. They licked, sucked, kissed, and touched every bit of me. To feel my cock in their mouths pushed me to the edge. I trembled with the effort of holding back until I couldn't anymore. I fired my load into their faces. I watched in shock as they licked my cum off each other's faces. I jumped when their father opened the door and walked in.

"Relax," both boys said. "Dad likes to play as well."

Their dad smiled and kissed both.

"Daddy, he likes to play too," James piped up.

The man turned to me and smiled. "First time?"

"Yeah Dad. He's not experienced," John said.

I suddenly relaxed, knowing that all of this would work out just fine. Grant shed his clothes and joined me on the bed. Everything the twins had done to me Grant did better. I was right on the edge once more, in danger of falling off and cumming once more. Suddenly I felt a finger there at my anus and I knew I was about to get fucked.

Grant had been gentle. He took his time in getting me prepared for it and told me exactly what he was doing. I relaxed as he worked to get my anus ready. James was working on his Dad's cock while his brother was sucking him off. Grant tapped James on his head and the boy slid off the big cock. Grant moved behind me as I raised my right knee up. Grant put the head of his cock at my entry and gently pushed in. I closed my eyes and sighed. This was feeling very good. Grant relaxed once he was deep inside of me. A moment later he started a nice slow movement and it was feeling very good. He kept it up for a few minutes and then turned me over on my tummy as James held a folded pillow underneath me.

"Going a bit faster now," Grant whispered into my ear.

He began to fuck me. It was nothing like what those evil bastards had done to me. It was a great feeling, a wonderful feeling, a feeling of being loved. I shuddered as I came into the pillow just before Grant came into me. I sighed and totally relaxed.

I snapped to the next morning. The twins were gone. I got a pair of shorts on and looked out into the parking. Their van was gone. I turned and headed back into the room, wondering if the whole thing had been a dream. But the note I found along with an envelope full of money and a pair of strings the twins had worn last night convinced me it had been real. I counted the money and was shocked to find three hundred dollars there. That would help. I went into the shower and cleaned up after the workout I did in the hotel gym. I tied fresh fundoshi on me and then dressed. I was on the road by nine. As I walked down the road I seriously thought about what happened last night. It had been wonderful. It had been everything I had hoped for, had wished for, and needed it to be. To have someone take me in a gentle manner like that had changed me. I knew now that I would enjoy sex with others. I had lost my fears over it. Knowing that made me feel great. Life was looking so much brighter again. I wrote up the experience in my journal when I stopped for a break in the shade of a road sign. I drank a bit of water out of my bottle and got going once more.

I walked up to a fast food place just as it was getting dark. A Carl's. I was hungry and so I went in. First thing I noticed was the cool air blowing. Second was the couple in a corner having an argument. Kids in the far corner with an older kid. The cashier was looking bored. I ordered the Famous Star combo with a Western Bacon as a second sandwich. Very filling. I glanced over when the argument suddenly stopped in time to see the husband keel over.

"HENRY!" the wife screamed in panic.

I was right there. I checked his breathing. Nothing. Damn, he was having a heart attack!

"I need an AED machine, I need somebody to call nine eleven," I said and went right back to Henry.

I started compressions after opening his shirt. One of the ladies behind the counter was dealing with Henry's wife. The manager popped up with the machine as I delivered two powerful breaths of air. He got the machine opened and I took over, prepping Henry and setting the pads in place. I got the machine started. It went through an eval stage and then delivered a shock, and then another eval. It ordered me to continue compressions and I did. It seemed like forever before the paramedics rolled in. They set up and went right to work, the third man removing the AED machine and taking over the compressions. A few minutes later the senior man nodded.

"We got him back," he announced.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and as people paid attention to him getting loaded up, I slid out the far side door of the place and disappeared. I had done another rescue.

I sat in the dark of the tiny motel room and thought about what had happened. This was getting way too much. I lay back in bed and tried to make sense of it all, and why I was being led to Lake Wells. Was it karma? Or was it because I saw the name on a map and decided I was to be there? I rolled over on my side and sighed. Perhaps when I got there I would get my answers. For now I needed to keep going. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I needed my answers, and I was going to find them there. No need to sweat it out now. I wondered that once more as I left the motel in the early hours just as the sun was coming up over the distant mountains. It was going to be a glorious day and I felt good as I got started out. I hoped today would be kind to me. I was to find out different. Once more it would cast doubt as to why things were happening to me.

It was coming up on one in the afternoon when I head what sounded like sirens behind me. I stopped and turned to watch. Sure enough the suspect car flew past me in a red blur, and I saw something go flying out the right window. Before I could go see what it was, an Oregon State trooper appeared lights going. The second he passed me his tires blew. Fuck! The bastard threw something out to stop the cop! I watched in horror as the car turned sideways and then begin rolling down the road, all kinds of car parts flying off it. I didn't think about it when one of the tires bore down on me, having broken loose from the car. I drew Tetsusaiga and sliced the tire in two parts, making the parts go in other directions. The car finally stopped, hitting a tree. I ran up to the car as I heard a chopper overhead. The man was unresponsive. I crawled in and retrieved the radio on his belt and checked his pulse. He was still alive.

"Chopper one to unit three five," the voice called.

I realized the chopper was calling this cop.

"This is Young Dragon to chopper one. Be advised suspect tossed something out of a car window and the cop hit the objects, blowing his tires. He wrecked the car and is in need of medical attention. All police units, there is an officer down," I reported and went to work trying to free the guy.

I guess people were listening because I heard lots of sirens coming. I managed to get the car door open just as the first officer arrived. He ran up, turned pale, and ran back to his car. He returned with a folded up back board. He got it set up and I worked with the three other cops who showed up to get the guy out of his car. The ambulance showed up a few minutes later and I slipped away into the trees once it took off. Another successful rescue done.

A pair of hippies in a step van heading into the next town picked me up. They looked like they had taken a wrong turn someplace and got lost in life. I sure liked the Grateful Dead music coming out of the radio. Good stuff. They took off after dropping me in front of a Travel Lodge. Fine by me. The clerk refused to give me a room. Not fine by me. I stared him down and then left. I went out to the street and sighed. Nothing to do but to keep on moving. Perhaps I'd get lucky and find another place to stay. It was coming up on ten when a bright red Ford truck stopped in front of me. From the looks of it I'd say it dated way back. I walked up to the passenger door.

"Evening there, young feller. Needing a place to stay?" the thirties something man asked me.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Toss yer bag in back an' jump in. Going to rain tonight," he said.

I did and off we went. He didn't say anything until we got to his house way outside of town. It was done up in a log cabin style and I liked it. I got my pack and followed him inside just as it started to rain.

"Made it," the man said. "No good you being out there in that."

I agreed. "Thank you for the pick up."

"Toss yer pack in the corner an' let me get some food on the table," he said, going into the kitchen.

I did and followed him into the kitchen. He looked me over as he moved around in the kitchen making sandwiches. He nodded to himself and I wondered what was up with that. I'd find out before long.

He led me into the living room and we sat down in chairs. He looked at me for a moment and reached for his beer he brought with him.

"So, care to tell me why you were out there?" he asked.

I nodded. "My name is David."

From there I told him everything that had happened to me. He nodded the entire time I talked. He rubbed his chin when I finished.

"Quite the tale there, David. It sounds to me like life is leading you there to Lake Wells and getting you involved in all of this drama for a good reason. Lake Wells is the location of the fire academy for this part of Oregon," he said casually, watching my face for reaction.

Oh. That I hadn't known. I thought about that for a moment. Could it be that I was going to get a chance to be a firefighter? Why would I be led here and get involved with rescuing people? I really needed to think about that.

"You did say you had wished for something better, to do something to help people. Perhaps something is leading you there to make your wish come true," he said.

That was a heavy thought. The room went quiet as the clock ticked away on top of the mantle over the fireplace. I leaned forward and he looked at me.

"If that's the case, who am I to ignore something like that? If that is to be my future then I'll do my absolute best to make it," I said.

The man smiled at me. "Good for you. My name is Don. Glad to have met you. Now it's late so I'll show you to the guest bedroom. Bet you're tired."

I was. I followed him up to the second floor with my pack and settled into the guest room he showed me. I got into a nice comfortable bed and relaxed.

I snapped to. I looked at the watch I had and discovered it was late morning. I must have been really tired. I slid out of bed and opened my door. It was very quiet in the house. I went down the hall looking into each room I passed. The door next to the master bedroom was closed and locked. I was curious as to why. The master bedroom was big. Plenty of space. A bed on one side of the room. Two doors on each side of the main doors to the room. I opened the left one to discover the walk in closet. The other door was the master bath. There wasn't anything else in the room. I silently went downstairs. In addition to the kitchen and the dinning room there was the gym, office, and a TV room. I went into the last room beyond the living room and discovered lots of glass. It was one of those fancy sunrooms. There was plenty of room to move around in. I sat down on the back of my legs and relaxed. A moment later I slipped into Getsumi no Michi (Moonlit Path, a ninja discipline) and felt it's power wash over me. I stood up and began my exercise. I went through all of the katas, from open palm to the sword ones, finishing off with a set of moves called the Dragon's Dance. I relaxed as I put away Tetsusaiga. I came out of Getsumi no Michi and turned to see Don standing there in total shock, his coffee cup down by his side, a puddle of coffee by his right foot. I waved my hand in his face and he blinked.

"My God," he breathed, "it was like watching the ballet. Each move smooth and deliberate, one after the other, one move into the next with no wasted moves in between. You are truly skilled."

"Thank you. Something else to tell you about," I said.

"Are the tattoos a part of it?" he asked.

"Part of my past," I sighed. "They sought to destroy my body."

"They didn't succeed," he said. "You have a magnificent body."

I turned to look at him. "How so?"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? Your workouts have built you up well. You have the beginnings of a muscular body. Your shoulders are a bit winder than the average twelve year old. That tells me you will have a lot of strength there. Your chest is getting bigger and defined. Your abdomen is beginning to form their six pack of muscle. Your legs are muscular. Keep it up. Never abuse your body with alcohol, drugs, or tobacco. They would destroy the work you have done to create your body," he said.

I handed him paper towels to clean up the coffee.

"Sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you got up. I had to go and see somebody on business," he said.

He was still looking at me and then it occurred to me that he might be like Grant, a man who liked boys. I smiled and Don smiled back.

"You like boys," I said.

Don sighed. "That obvious?"

"Yes. And that's okay. I recently found out that not all boy lovers are like Terrosa. There are some out there who truly love and care for their boy. I met a father who is active with his twin boys and the feelings I got from both of them is that the three of them truly love each other. So it can't be all that bad."

Don smiled as he led me to the tiny kitchen table. We sat down, me with a cup of tea and him with a cup of fresh coffee.

"No we are not. Most of us are of one mind when it comes to loving a boy. It should be just more than a physical attraction. It should be about looking after him as a whole individual. Mental, physical, emotionally, and morally. I'm currently mentoring an eleven year old boy who doesn't have a dad to look after him. He's a great kid but messed up because of his dad walking out on him and his mother when he was barely six. For the longest time he thought he had done something wrong to make his father leave. Took me some time to convince him he wasn't at fault. His mom likes me and the three of us get along great," Don said to me.

"That's great," I said. "I wish you lots of luck there. Us boys sometimes can get real moody about things. I know I did while I was in Sagebrush. My psyche helped through it all. He was really cool."

"Maybe he was in the closet," Don suggested.

I thought about that. If he had been it would explain a lot of things. There had been times when he had been overly friendly and I hadn't reacted to it.

"I wonder if his giving me that book was some kind of hint to me," I said out loud, tapping my chin.

Don caught that. "What book?"

"The Joy of Gay Sex," I said.

Don smiled. "I have that one on my shelf along with the straight version. Good books to use when teaching a kid about sex. The schools should use it for sex education. You kids would really learn about it."

"Never happen. The busybodies and the moralists would crush that idea in a heartbeat. Other people would claim child abuse for exposing us 'delicate' children to such things," I said.

Don agreed with me. We fell silent for a time. I slowly sipped my tea until it was gone. I stood up and stretched and Don took our empty cups to the sink and then came back. I could see something going on in his eyes and knew he wanted something. I sensed no deception or anything dark from him. He got real close to me and I tilted my head back to continue looking into his face. He brought his right hand up to my face and gently caressed my left cheek.

"Can we play?" he asked me in a soft whisper.

Chapter 2

"Can we play?" he whispered.

I felt a tingle race through me. I felt my cock come to life inside my fundoshi. Don's left hand moved and I felt the back of his hand brush across my straining erection. The hand came back, but this time I felt the palm cup my genitals and gently press on the bulge.

"Yes," I whispered back. "I would like to."

He leaned down and our mouths made contact as he kissed me. The tingle racing up and down my spine became pleasure. Don took my left hand in his right one and led me to the stairs. We went up them and to the closed and locked door. He opened it with a key he had on his key ring and led me inside. The first thing I saw was the bed against the far wall. It had the bottom fitted sheet and leather straps going cross the bed at the head and at the foot. The bed was a full sized one. I kept looking round the room. It was pretty much bare except for the bed and two doors. One was for the closet and the other led into a bathroom the other bedroom shared. I returned to the room and Don. He took me into his arms and we kissed a few times. The more I did it the better I got at it. I felt his hands moved down to the fundoshi knot and release it. I felt it get pulled away from my body. Don pulled away and got down to his knees. He took my now very erect cock in his left hand and petted it with his right index finger.

"You have a nice one. It's just right for you," he said with a smile.

He stood up and took my face in his hands and tilted my head back until I could look in his eyes. He smiled and I had the sudden feeling that everything was going to be okay.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

I looked deep into his eyes and saw no deception of any kind in there. I decided to.

"Yes. I trust you," I whispered back.

He went to the closet and returned with five leather straps. He removed my dog collar and set it aside. He buckled a bondage collar round my neck. Then he buckled the wrist and ankle cuffs in place on me. He led me to the bed and I got into the center of it. He connected each cuff to a d ring in the straps on the bed and pulled them tight, pulling me into an x. The ring on the bondage collar got connected to a strap beneath my head. I was now at his mercy.

Don retreated for a few minutes and then returned. He had stripped down naked and for a thirty something guy he had a nice body. He was rubbing his hands together.

"Skin softening oil," he explained.

He got on the bed over me and the pleasure began. I shuddered as he licked at the right side of my neck and I understood why he put me into the restraints. It was to keep me from jumping around too much. He kept nuzzling both sides of my neck making me shiver. He began to move down my body, kissing, and licking at my skin as he went. He stopped at my right nipple and began to lick and suck on that one. I closed my eyes as I shivered and made my pleasure known to him.

"Oh that feels good," I sighed.

"It's supposed to," he whispered to me.

He continued to pleasure it, nipping it every now and then. As he was doing that his hands were moving round my neck and shoulders. I loved how he was touching me. Don moved over to the left nipple and repeated the treatment he gave my right one. This time his left hand was there at my right nipple playing with it between index finger and thumb pinching it, pulling on it, and twisting it. It felt good. I moaned as my body moved, the restraints keeping me in place. I shuddered as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. Don started to move downward, shifting his body to cover my legs as he moved his head down my torso. He brought up his left hand to play with my left nipple and the double stimulation along with feeling his chest on my cock nearly sent me over the edge. I felt a tingle deep inside my balls.

"Hargh… oh man… neeee… feels… so damn good," I moaned out.

Don kept moving downward until he got to my cock. I felt his tongue moving round the base of my cock and I shivered in pleasure. He finally let go of my nipples and dragged his fingertips down my torso making me shiver. I felt his fingertips stop just above my cock. He moved his head down between my legs and his tongue lapped at my balls while his fingertips gently stroked and explored my cock. I was so far gone by now I wanted to cum. I really needed to cum right fucking now. Don kept licking and sucking at my balls as his fingertips stroked my cock, keeping him nice and hard.

"Please… suck my cock… he needs relief… please… I… wanna cum… need to cum badly… please!" I wailed.

His tongue left my balls and went to the base of my cock and then went up to the tip very slowly, driving me nuts. I pulled at my wrist cuffs wanting to take my cock in hand and get my relief. Don moved his tongue round the head of my cock and then slowly went down on it. I was getting my cock sucked.

I felt my toes curl up and knew I was that close. Don finally got all of my cock in his mouth. I felt the head of my cock in his throat and it felt incredible.

"Good… feels good… oh neee… please… suck me… please." I begged.

Don began to move up and down on my cock and I shivered as the pleasure slowly built up. I shuddered as I felt his face come in contact with my abdomen and moved upward. I moved my head side to side as it slowly got too much to bear. I tried to hold back but it was no use.

"Cumming!" I gasped, my body going stiff.

Don sucked hard and that was all it took.

"Here it comes!" I squeaked out as I shivered, feeling my balls pull up and felt that weird feeling deep inside of them. And suddenly I was cumming, the ripples racing through my cock to carry spurts of my semen into his mouth. I jumped, shook, shivered, and cried out in pleasure as I came. Don sucked my juice down as fast as I made it. I stiffened up and arched my back as my toes curled up tight. My orgasm was intense. I truly felt it all over my body. I kept going for another minute and then it was over. I sighed in relief as my body began to relax. My butt came back down on the bed and my body started to relax. I closed my eyes and shivered once more before resting. I felt fingers touch me in various places and my body jumped, reacting to the touches. I shivered as the pleasure flared up. I guess the body is extra sensitive from experiencing orgasm. Don continued to touch me making me move and whimper from the pleasure. Eventually he left me alone. I felt his fingers scrape up the puddles of cum in my tummy. I opened my eyes to see him lick the cum off his fingers. He got a bit of it and held out his fingers to me. I opened my mouth and he stuck his fingers inside. I was shocked as I tasted my cum for the first time in my life. It was smooth and sweet.

"Yes, it is real. You are one of a tiny few men that has smooth and sweet tasting cum. Yes, it is a good thing. Now just rest and I'll be right back," Don promised with a smile.

I wondered what he was up to now.

I felt the bed move as he got off it. I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh. A moment later I felt a warm damp washcloth land on my tummy and the bed move. I looked down to see Don's hand take hold of the yellow cloth and begin to move it round my torso. He moved it down to my tummy and then round my balls and cock.

"Yeah, that feels real good," I sighed.

He finished and then moved up onto the bed and put his head just beneath my stretched out right arm. He lay on his right side and I felt his right hand on my chest, his fingertips teasing my nipples.

"Did you like that?" he asked me.

I thought for a moment. "It was incredible. It was beyond incredible. It made me feel things I know I can't describe because there isn't a good enough word. I will remember this for a very long time."

"I certainly hope so. I remember my first time at ten years old and it was with my father. He was so gentle with me and I loved him all the more afterwards. He had no problem explaining everything to me. We were very close until he moved onward two years ago. He was a great man," Don told me, his eyes getting that far away look.

I smiled. "That is very cool."

"I think so too," he sighed.

We fell silent as he continued to move his right hand all over my torso. Feeling that got me so relaxed I eventually fell asleep.

I stayed there for the week. He kept me in collar and cuffs the entire time and I liked it. I worked out hard on his weights and practiced my martial arts in the sunroom. He would take me to the bed and give me pleasure nearly every evening and I enjoyed it. The third time he turned me over on my tummy and stuck a big round cushion underneath me and licked out my anus. That was an awesome pleasure. The next afternoon he got his cock into me and that was a great feeling. I truly enjoyed that. I felt his cock moving inside of me going deeper each time. It was such an awesome feeling and I always had my orgasm just before he had his deep inside of me. I noticed that Don would say sweet things instead of cuss words while he was fucking me.

"Profanity is the language of the ignorant, David, and you are not ignorant. Only crude and ugly people do that while making love to their partner. I say sweet things because I truly enjoy making love to a boy like you. I'll tell him that it feels good to me, I'm enjoying it, he makes me feel good, and so on. I think it makes the experience that much more enjoyable," Don said.

The more I thought about it the more I decided he was right. It did feel good to me. It was enjoyable. Words do make a difference during the experience.

It rained the entire week I was there. I know, unusual for July, but there you go. The sun coming out put me in a good mood and it also started tugging at me. I knew it was time to move on. Don removed the bondage collar and the cuffs, putting my dog collar back on me. I packed those items in my pack and got ready to go. Don had to go upstate for a few days and he was able to take me part of the way. That would cut time off my travel. We got into the truck that morning and off we went, neither of us saying anything. Eventually we arrived at the point where Don had to change directions. He parked behind a stand of trees.

"I wish you didn't have to go," he said as he took my hand into his.

"I know," I said with a sigh. "But my destiny waits for me and it won't stop calling to me. I have to follow it."

"I know. Can't fight it. I left my contact information in a book in your pack," Don informed me. "Please keep in touch."

"I will. Count on that," I said.

He leaned forward and we were kissing. Eventually we broke apart and I got out of the truck. I pulled my pack onto my back and looked at him one last time. He nodded to me.

"May your karma always be good," I said and bowed.

"And yours," Don said as he put the truck into gear.

I watched him drive away until he was gone. I sighed once more and then started walking. It was time to get there.

It took me two days to get there. I stood before the sign welcoming me to Lake Wells. I felt strange as I looked the sign over. It was here that something was to happen. I shook my head and started walking in. I saw the sign declaring this point to be starting the freeway so I moved over to the small dirt road that ran next to the highway, where I passed the chain link fence marking the start of the freeway. I kept going until I got into the town early afternoon. I stood there on the top of the incline and looked down at the town. It was well spread out. In the distance was the lake. It appeared to be a small town but I was sure there was more of it hidden among the trees. I looked to the right of me and assumed the main street was there. I went down to it and sure enough it was the main street. I noticed a gas station on the corner, went into it for a cold drink, and got bottled water out of the machine. Went down cold. I got another one and walked out of the gas station and headed down the street. Everything was well spread out, plenty of space between buildings. The tallest one was four floors. In some of the empty lots in between the buildings were grassy areas with shade trees and benches to sit on. I really liked that. I kept going until I got to the center of the town. There was a huge park with a bandstand in the center of it. I noticed there was a mix of old and newer buildings. I stood there for a bit on the sidewalk and then crossed the street over to the sidewalk surrounding the park. Then I noticed the north side of the street went round the right side of the park while the south side of the street went round the left side of the park from where I was standing. Intrigued, I started walking to the south side of the street. Just as I got there, my danger sense went off. My pack disappeared into shadow and everything began to happen.

I heard tires scream and I turned towards the sound to see a small bobtail truck zip through the intersection and go crashing into a corner store. I was moving before it even stopped three quarters inside. I reached the driver first and the guy fell into my arms the moment I opened the door. Bastard was drunk. I could smell the booze on him. I observed an open bottle of Jack Daniels on the bench seat next to him. I heard a loud pop as I pulled him out and smelled smoke immediately. I turned to see flames in the back of his truck. Shit. A fire was going. People first. I got the guy out and laid him on the ground and went back inside. The fire caught inside the place and started moving as I worked to get people out. By the time I got the last man out the corner store was fully involved. I heard a yell from the crowd and looked. The fire had traveled upward in the walls and was now getting the three story involved. I had the feeling people lived in there. I found the front doors to the place and charged in just as the elevator opened to discharge the passengers. I headed up the stairs and started pounding on doors. My senses were telling me that not very many people were home. That was good. I encountered an old lady on the third floor landing and carried her down and out. Just as I got her out, a hysterical lady appeared screaming about her baby. Oh God. I turned and headed back into the building, the fire spreading rapidly now. It had fully involved the second floor by now and I managed to get up the stairs to the third before the stairs collapsed completely. I slid into Getsumi no Michi and reached out with my senses. I felt my body change and knew I was going to be okay. I felt the baby down the hall, the peaceful aura of the baby quiet. It was napping. I followed the aura the infant was giving off to the door of apartment thirty eight. I kicked in the door with Rasengan and searched the place, finding the baby in the bassinet. I checked it and it was breathing well and calmly. I found the soft carrier and got it on and put the baby in carefully. I was hearing sirens outside and knew help had arrived. I felt the floor quiver. Uh oh. Time to leave. I went out into the hall but it was a mass of flames. Okay, we go up. I went back into the apartment, slamming the door and hoping it would hold back the fire long enough for me to make my escape. I went to the window and blew it out. I looked out and to my joy discovered hand holds. I used them to get up on the roof. The building quivered once more, but this time it was very pronounced. This thing was coming down, Mr. George. Move the butt! I did. Charging my legs with chakra, I raced towards the corner closest to the next building. I planted my right foot in the right spot and pushed off just as the building began to move. I flew through space to the next building, making it. I raced through the roof door and slammed it, hoping it would protect us from the dust and debris. I sat on the stairs listening to the loud thundering of the building going down. My heart slowly settled down and I looked down at the baby. The little guy was still asleep. He had slept through all of the excitement. I had to laugh. It was just too funny. I stood up and headed down the stairs. Somebody needs his mama.

The dust and debris had settled by the time I got out there. Nobody was there on the street like they had earlier. The fire truck and the cars were all covered with dust and dirt. I turned to look at what was left of the building. It had been reduced to a smoking heap of nothing. I shook my head and wondered at the stupidity of the driver. All of this caused by a fucking drunk. Now I needed to find Mom. I started down the street and got to the corner. I turned the corner to find an ambulance parked there. It was covered with dust but it was okay. The back door popped open and a face looked out to see me standing there.

"Cripes, are you okay kid?" he asked.

I nodded. "Just fine. I'm looking for his mother."

"You got the baby?" he asked.

He chose to wake up at that moment and start vocalizing. I grinned as the man whooped. People were coming out of the surrounding buildings.

"My baby! I hear him!" the lady's voice came out of the ambulance.

I climbed in and sat down next to her. I picked him up out of the soft carrier and laid him in her arms. She got very emotional as she held him. I handed over the carrier to the guy in the seat next to me. I got out and closed the door. A moment later it drove off. People surrounded me and I knew this was something I wouldn't be able to slip away from. A tall man in a tan colored Stetson stepped up to me. From the badge on his shirt to the pair of revolvers sitting in holsters, I knew this guy had to be the sheriff. Okay. This can go bad for me or turn out to be a good thing.

"David George. The Young Dragon. Quite a few people would like to talk to you," he said, no emotion on his face.

Damn. I'm busted.

I sat in the room and waited for people to show up. I rested my arms on the table and slowly cracked my neck muscles. Fresh air was coming in an open window that had very solid bars on it. I blew air and stood up. I did a few stretches and then paced the floor for a few minutes. The door opened to admit a very familiar face.

"Tommy!" I grinned. "Man it's good to see you!"

Terrible Tommy Taylor indeed was a friend. I met him while I was residing in Children's of Tempe, Arizona. He had taken my initial statements and stuck with me through it all. The man was FBI, one of the absolute best they had. He was called Terrible Tommy because he had screwed up as a rookie while serving his first felony drug warrant on a house. As he told it he had forgotten to yell the things cops love to yell, freeze, search warrant, get your ass down, and name your beneficiaries, words like that. His training officer told him that was terrible Tommy, and the nick stuck ever since.

"Good to see you kid," he said as he hugged me.

Deep down I had suspected but never been able to prove that he loved me. We sat down and he sighed.

"Okay. A number of folks are coming in here to discuss things with you," Tommy said. "You need to be very truthful."

"Sounds like it's going to be fun," I said.

Tommy smiled. "You have no idea kid."

It was fun. I gave a statement on the current situation and then went from there, discussing the other things. My final statement sure got them going.

"As I sat here waiting for all of you to come in, I've had plenty of time to think about everything that's happened to me, and I have come to the conclusion that it was meant for me to be a firefighter. I want to be one for two reasons. One was because people helped me when I was going through hell. Second is because I want to return the favor, a kind of pay it forward kind of thing. It's the right thing for me to do. So I need to know what I have to do to make it," I said.

What started the firestorm in that room was the lady from the local CPS office. She looked at me and laughed.

"You? You're just a very delusional little boy with great dreams of grandeur who is living in a dream world. Grow up, little boy, and then we can discuss it. Sheriff Wilson, I hereby direct you to place the child into restraints and escort him to the mental ward at Haliburton," she said haughtily.

Sheriff Jim Wilson didn't react. He didn't even blink. I had the feeling he had dealt with this woman many times before.

"Lydia, the child has a name. Learn it and use it. Mr. George is not going anywhere with you." He slid a document across the table to her. "That is a copy, a certified copy (he clearly pronounced the word certified) of the court declaration from Arizona ordering him to receive Emancipated Minor status and all of the rights and things that go with it."

She looked at it and laughed. "A document created and forged by the delusional child. I'll have Judge Winters declare him a minor in need of supervision."

Wilson smiled. Tommy turned to her and smiled. Okay, something is going on here. What the hell?

"It is my official duty to inform you that Judge Winters was taken into custody this morning by the Terrosa Task Force on numerous charges that include sexual assault and conspiring to traffic in children. Guess what? He named you as being one of his associates. We ran your name through the files and discovered your dealings with Mr. Terrosa. You are now under arrest," Tommy smiled.

She reacted. She grabbed for her purse and I moved first. I was up and over the table as it popped open. My hand was reaching for it and smacking it out of the way as people began to react. The three inch .38 was nearly in her hand when my right foot came into contact with it. Someone yelled gun just as I slammed it against the wall, my left hand now pushing on the edge of the table, my right hand pushing her backwards, the door bursting open as Wilson's guns cleared his holsters. Tommy leaned over my right leg with his gun pointed at her. The six armed and deadly female cops were snarling. Real tine began once more. I breathed out.

"Damn! That was speed!" the deputy stated.

She found her voice and began screaming about immunity and having special powers given her by the President and so on. She got dragged out ending the situation. She was history.

I sat on the cheap looking couch in an apartment over the deli on main street two hours later. I had to repeat my story a few times and hashed it out with Tommy, the fire captain, a black man named Marvin Miller, and the sheriff. Tommy finally called a halt to things and I was escorted here. I was to stay here until state officials could confer and Washington notified. I lay my head back and thought of everything I had gone through to get here. I was prepared to go to war to get what I wanted and they knew that. I was that determined to get what I wanted, my goal of being a fireman. I wasn't going to wait a few years to get what I wanted. I wanted it right fucking now. I finished the bottle of cold water and tossed the plastic bottle into the recycle can. I listened to the noise coming in through the open window. It sounded like life was getting back to normal. Tomorrow I would get out, go walkabout, and see what there was to see. I had liked the looks of the town when I first walked in. I looked at the clock and it was just after five. No wonder I was hungry. I left the apartment after making sure I had my key. I went down and walked into the deli. The pastrami sub I had was definitely first class. The green salad I had with it was great. I took my time and enjoyed the meal. I could tell people wanted to approach me but didn't. I relaxed after finishing my food. I walked out and looked around. It was coming up on six and it was still daylight. I had at least another hour. I turned to my right and headed down the street. Hardware store, beauty salon, real estate, Steve's Photography, and the barber shop. I stopped and looked in the glass. Yeah, I definitely needed a cut. I went in and the old men sitting there looked up at me as I walked in. I was waved to an open chair.

"Are any of you gentlemen waiting?" I asked them.

One man shook his head no. "No young man. We're just discussing the day's events. Quite a day too."

I took the chair and the barber, a guy named Floyd, went right to work as the old men watched for a moment.

"Where you from?" one asked.

"Southern California, place called Thousand Oaks," I said.

He nodded. "I been down in LA before, years ago."

"It's an interesting place," I said.

Floyd came round me with the big electric clippers. "That it is. Took a tour through a movie studio. Met one of them pretty actor ladies, forget her name." One of the old men was looking at me funny and I had the feeling why.

"You gay, kid?" he asked.

The other old men and Floyd turned on the guy. I waved my hands for attention before it could get any further. All of them looked at me.

"Yes I am. Does that bother you?" I asked.

Floyd returned to his work. "Few years ago we had one of them here. Very flashy, walked weird, held his hand up limp wrist like, wore makeup, and talked like a girl. Was pushing that gay rights thing around and causing lots of trouble. Folks round here didn't like it and when he finally left we were happy."

That wasn't cool.

I thought about the statements I was about to make carefully. "There are many folks within the gay community. There are some who are like that. There are others who like wearing leather. Others are submissive to other people. It goes on. Then there are people like me who are gay but choose not to flaunt it. I choose to dress like a guy. I choose to talk, walk, look, and act like a guy, because that's what I am. A man. I like football, rock music, soccer, fast cars, and Harley motorcycles. I don't do any of that stuff because I don't want to. It's not who I am. What really gets me is these elements in the gay community demanding special gay rights. Rights to do what? As far as I'm concerned, I have a right to my life, a right to go to school without harassment, a right to go anywhere I please, a right to live in an apartment without people giving me a hard time about it. I also have the right to date who I please. That's it. I don't need any of those special rights they are demanding. What gets me even more is the fact that they go marching down the gay quarter in places that has a gay community center and the media chooses to focus on the whacked out marchers instead of us normal looking people. That hurts the gay community when they try to get things passed in government. People remember what they see on TV and act accordingly. And they wonder why they don't get respect."
[Author's note: This is my personal opinion, and not that of this website collective, any of the authors, management, its agents, and the hosting company. If it offends you I apologize. It's just how I feel about the American Gay community at large.]

The row of old men nodded and Floyd continued to work on me. He finally finished by dressing my hair a bit and handed me a mirror.

"I like that, sir. Very well done," I said. "What do I owe you?"

"On the house kid," Floyd said.

I stood up and turned to look at him. "You sure?"

He nodded and I shook his hand. That was my first real introduction to Lake Wells, and I liked it. This was going to be a nice place to live after all.

I stepped out of the shower the next morning after having worked on my ninja skills. I got dried off and hung up the towel. I went and got dressed for the day, shorts, fundoshi, t-shirt, and trainers.

"What's a good place for breakfast?" I asked a man on the street.

He grinned. "Stella's. Serves up great eggs and things."

That guy was right. I walked in the front door and a very pretty forties something lady greeted me with a sunny smile.

"Good morning! Would you like a booth or the counter?" she asked me.

I looked round. "The counter please."

I started looking over the menu. I sipped a cup of tea as I eventually made my choice. Tommy plunked himself down next to me on my left and I handed him the menu.

"Just got here," I said.

"I know. I saw you walk in here from a distance. Bill Brightly is coming in this afternoon," Tommy informed me.

"He's got some explaining to do," I said.

"He will be. Let's eat," Tommy suggested.

We did, and the food was great.

We met Brightly back at the apartment and a lot got said. By the end of the day I was firmly established in Lake Wells. I was to move into my own apartment. The bank was to help me with my restitution checks I was getting from Terrosa's fortune, money he made off the backs of all the kids he hurt. I made plans to go walkabout for the next few days and see what there was to see. The only remaining hurdle was to get in the fire department. I discovered the local library. Good. At least I can use the computers and check out books on the subject. I pursued the catalog and found books. I went and looked them over, picking a few and taking them back to the nearest table. Before I could even look at one, Captain Miller appeared out of nowhere and moved them out of reach. He looked at each one and walked off with them. I rose in anger, ready to go after him. He returned and stared me down until I sat down.

"Follow me," he said.

I would come to learn that those two words was his leadership style. I grew to respect him and he was a source of inspiration to me. Still is.

I followed him to the fire station a few blocks away. He sat me down in the conference room and returned with four books.

"Read these. Then come talk to me," he said and shooed me out.

I took them home and started reading them, cover to cover. Those books were very informative and I learned about the requirements and what I needed to get in as an entry level officer. I wrote a list as I went. Topping the list was the need to find a gym and continue those workouts. Second was to find space for physical training, fire training, and a ninja hideout. Third was to pursue books on fire science and find out where I could take those classes. I'd have to do some serious bookwork. I smiled. Time to get to work.

By the end of the week I signed up for a membership in a gym just down the street. I heard of some empty buildings up in the northern end of town and went to check them out. One was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind. I worked hard to set it up. I went back to the library to look for books on fire science classes. Once more Miller was there to head me off. He handed me a small book and sent me home with it. It was a book describing an online course for a recognized fire science class offering a degree in two year's time. Okay, now I had to go out and get a computer. I went to the phone book to look up computer shops. There was one in the next block. I went down to it and looked round a bit and eventually decided on one. Miller suddenly appeared next to me and led me to another one. It was a much better one than the egghead was going to sell me. The salesman glared at Miller and the black man led me out of the store without looking back.

"Never go back there again," he said quietly.

I nodded. "Yes sir."

He took me to another one and I bought a much better computer and paid extra to get the memory upgraded to the fullest. I even bought a corner desk that appealed to me. By the end of the day the computer was up and running. I had something called DSL so I could go online and be able to get phone calls at the same time. Neato. Technology is amazing. I went to something called a website that offered the class and got signed up and paid for the course in full. I was careful to print out the invoice to prove I had paid for the course. I was to get started the first of September. All of this took up the rest of July. I decided to use August as relaxing time. I was out of my place and down on the street the next morning. I noted a door next to the row of mailboxes.

"That one is used by the postal service. That one over there to the right is for people who keep bikes," Mrs. Deware informed me.

"Right on," I said with a smile.

My transportation problem had just gotten solved. As it was I didn't have to go far for anything. There was the grocer's in the next block. A drugstore sat next to it. A video rental store was there, too. I kept going down the street looking into the windows as I went until I found the bike shop. I went inside and got a mountain trail style bike after looking to see what the guy had. I got a helmet and biking shorts as well. I took them back to the apartment and by chance discovered my door key fit the closet. I left the bike in there and went up to my place on the third to change into the bike shorts. I spent the day going round the town to see what I could. I really liked how it was all laid out, lots of space between houses and buildings. The one school they had there was great. It was well spread out and it had everything for the kids who went there, and a huge community pool too. Good. I was going swimming tomorrow. I went back into town and found a general sports store and went in, coming back out a half hour later with several pairs of Speedos and a small day pack to carry things in. I got home and put the bike away and went up to my place. I relaxed for a bit before having a bowl of salad for dinner. There wasn't anything on the TV so I went to the computer and played around with it. I did find something called 'Boylinks' on the net and bookmarked that. I spent most of the evening chasing down the links and learning how to save pictures to my computer. I decided to get another hard drive and use it to store the pictures on it to keep them off the main drive and not fill it up really fast. It was getting late so I closed up and went to bed.

I headed to the community pool the next morning after I had done my morning routine. I was in the mood to kick back and relax. I went into the locker room to put my pack into a locker and heard voices in there.

"Yeah, suck it kid."

"My cock feels good in his pussy."

"Hurry up, I want my turn."

"Wait, faggot."

"Back to you, asshole."

"Chill out guys. He'll get to all of us soon enough."

"Can't believe this little pussy loves cock."

I had heard enough so I went looking. I turned a corner and found four guys and a little boy. Two of the guys had both ends of the little boy well plugged and the other two were stroking off. I stepped up.

"What's going on?" I asked.

They turned to look at me. The little guy pulled off the cock he was sucking and spoke up.

"I'm giving my brother and his friends a little relief," he said.

"They didn't force you into it?" I asked.

The little boy snorted. "Hell no. I had to convince them I was for real."

I smiled. "Well, how about I take care of these two while you work on them."

"You're gay?" the tall black kid asked.

"Yes. Talk later," I said, pulling my t-shirt off me and getting reactions.

I reached for the Speedo worn by the black kid and pulled them down as I felt hands on my hips, pulling my black Speedos down. As I took black cock into my mouth I felt cock enter me. Ah, much better. The kid in my ass started fucking while I started sucking. The black kid must have been on the edge because he groaned and shivered.

"Oh God I'm cumming, his mouth is just too good on my black snake!" he whimpered, his body shivering.

He did cum. He shot a geyser right into my mouth and I did my best to swallow it. The kid in my ass cried out and I felt him cum deep into me. That felt good. The other two boys had their orgasms into the little boy and then they relaxed. The five of us relaxed and sat on the floor leaning against the cool metal. The little boy spoke up first.

"My name's Eric. I'm eleven, and very horny," he grinned as one of the older boys laughed, reaching out and rubbing Eric on the head.

"I'm his brother Toby, and I'm having to constantly keep him on a leash," he said.

The black kid nodded. "I'm Terrence Hill. You can really suck cock. Thanks."

The last one nodded. "I certainly enjoyed having my cock in your ass. Felt damned good. I'm Preston James."

"My name is David George. Long story as to how I ended up here. A lot of it is not pretty. The short of it is that some really nasty people hurt me bad. The tattoos are a part of it. I came here for two reasons. I'm looking for a better life. I want to join the fire department."

"Welcome to Lake Wells," Terrence said. "Anything we can help you with we will."

I grinned and Eric caught on to that.

"You can have me anytime you want!" he exclaimed.

All of us laughed.

"Thanks kid. I may take you up on that. Actually there are a few things I need to know," I said, starting to ask questions.

Yes, I did get into the pool. Yes, people did freak at the sight of me. But I took it in stride and ignored the reactions.

I invited the guys back to my place and was thrilled to discover that Eric and his brother lived in my building and on my floor. They lived on the backside of the building. I gave Eric an outstanding invitation to come over anytime he wanted. I did the same for the other guys too. Making friends there was one of the best things that happened to me, and I would get to know more people once I started school there.

"Yeah the school is cool. We do have a few hard cases that go there and you'll find out who they are," Terrence said.

I smiled. "I'm not worried about them. I'll deal with them as they pop up. I just need to know who to approach to get registered for classes. I have to go even though I'm emancipated."

"I think the school office is open tomorrow," Preston said.

"I'll check it out then," I said.

"Good luck," Toby said. "The principal's name is Joe Hardy. He's fair."

"Thanks. I'll go see him tomorrow," I said.

They stayed for a bit and then left. I went into my shower and got cleaned up. I dried off and stayed naked for the rest of the evening and it felt good to do it. It was something I had always wanted to do and now I had the chance to do it in my own apartment and enjoy it. I kept a pair of shorts by the front door in case somebody came knocking. I knew Deware the landlady had keys but she was limited in what she could do, and one of those things was entering my place without permission. Last thing I wanted was her to surprise me when I had everything out and hanging loose. Being on the third helped in the fact that I knew that people couldn't see inside the windows so I kept them open for air. It was turning into a nice cool evening so I sat in my recliner and enjoyed the nice breeze coming in. I looked around at the bare walls and decided it was time to do something about that. Plenty of time to do that. For now I needed to get set up for September. It was coming fast.

Chapter 3

"Hey big man," I greeted him. "What brings you here?"

He grinned and tapped knuckles with me. "Same reason as you, I suspect. To get you fixed up here. I do have your school records from Sagebrush."

"I never thought about getting them," I said. "Thanks."

"This very nice gent behind me is Gary Dunn. He is a local attorney who specializes in juvenile law. The lady insisted you have one to cover your butt in case anything happens," Tommy said.

I turned to the man. Tall, black hair slicked back, black eyes, a very nice smile, pleasant looking, and he had a firm grip when we shook hands.

"Really nice to meet you David," he said.

I smiled. "Thank you. I'm sure we will get along just fine."

"Let's not keep Mr. Hardy waiting," Tommy said.

We went in and a lady rose from her chair behind a desk by the corner. She came up to the counter to meet us.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

Tommy smiled. "I'm Tommy Taylor of the FBI here to see Mr. Hardy about David George. The gentleman with me is Gary Dunn, his attorney."

Tommy showed her his ID. She looked at it warily.

"If you lift one of the corners and tilt the picture ID, you should get a three d image of the FBI logo in various colors," I told her. "If you see it, the ID is for real. That's how you will know."

"And you know this how?" Tommy asked me.

I grinned. "One of the US Marshall guys told me that while I was in Children's."

"Very true, David. Nicely spotted," Tommy said as the lady followed my suggestion and moved the ID to see the hologram.

She looked surprised and looked up. "Is this true for all law enforcement?"

"It is," Tommy said. "Now you know."

She handed back the ID, went to a closed door, and tapped on it. She went in and returned a moment later with a man behind her.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Joe Hardy," she announced.

As the introductions were made, I looked him over. He looked hot, and I felt my cock stir in my jeans. He was tall, six foot two [1.88 m], brown hair, green eyes, fair skin, a small mustache, and a really nice smile. I felt a tingle in my balls as he grasped my hand. I could see something going on in his eyes.

"Very nice to meet you young man. Do come in all of you," he said.

We went into his office and took a seat. Tommy set a folder in front of him.

"That sir, is David's school records from Sagebrush. Sagebrush was a residential treatment facility for troubled teens. It was where he went after leaving Children's in Arizona after he recovered from his physical injuries," Tommy stated.

Those memories came back. The first few days. Franks. Billy. The guys who were in there with me. Learning to play guitar. All of that came back in a rush.

"David?" Tommy nudged me.

I looked up. "Sorry big man. Just got lost in those memories."

"Didn't mean to hurt you," he said concerned.

"I'm okay. Please don't worry about me," I said.

Tommy turned to me. "But I do worry about you, even though I know you can handle yourself. You're a good kid and a great friend."

"David, I am a licensed child psychiatrist here in the state of Oregon. My major was education. My minor was child psychology. I pursued them after leaving the Marines for the simple reason was that I wanted to not just run a school, but to educate and help kids like you. I would be very happy to counsel you anytime you need to talk to somebody. Please don't bottle it all up. It can and will hurt you later on in life. I don't want to see that happen to you," Hardy said as he laid his hand on my left knee.

I felt the tingle in my balls once more.

"Thank you sir. I'll keep that in mind," I said. "What I am here for is to get registered. What do I have to do?"

"Okay. I have your records from that place here in front of me. It will give me a clue as to what kind of student you will be. However, according to this sheet you did leave Sagebrush, and it wasn't your decision to either. I think I would like to put you through the standard student testing to get a very accurate picture of what you are capable of. I have a few teachers here this afternoon, I will talk to them and see if they are willing to oversee you as you take the tests. Then we can meet and discuss what you did and go from there," he said. "We need to know what you know."

Works for me. Hardy tracked them down and all of them agreed to it. I got right to work starting with the English one and going from there. I got the last one finished about three and that teacher packed up and left for the day, taking the tests with her. I went to the office and found Hardy there. He was talking to the last teacher I had done the last test with. She smiled at me as she left. Hardy was the only one left in the office.

"Come on in, David. Have a seat," he smiled.

I went in and sat down on a chair next to him. He turned to me after he closed his office door. I noted the shade had been pulled. He came up to me and I felt nervous. He leaned down as I tilted my head back and he kissed me. I couldn't help it. I kissed back. Hardy broke the kiss and sat down in his chair as I stood up. I moved over to him and he put his hands on my hips.

"This is part of my counseling efforts," he started. "Usually I wait before I know for sure the boy wants it. But in your case I already know. We will have to be careful in what we do here. I have this fantasy of being in a classroom with a boy and having sex with him in there. I've managed to make it come true a time or two. I know you are gay from the collar and the two earrings in your right ear. Let's talk later."

Hardy opened my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and put it off to the side. He brushed his fingertips over my torso, making me shiver.

"I never thought anyone could do this to a kid," he said.

"They did it to me even though I tried to fight back," I said.

Hardy pulled me in closer and began giving me pleasure. I closed my eyes and shivered as he licked at my nipples. Oh that felt so good!

"Yes… feels good… oh so nice… ne… aaahhhhh," I moaned.

Hardy kept going for a few minutes and then moved down to my jeans. He opened them and they fell to the floor.

Hardy blinked when he saw what I was wearing. "What is that?"

"It's called fundoshi. Japanese boys and men wear them to festivals and the like. I wear it because it makes me feel comfortable. I learned how to wear it when I was training in the martial arts," I said, turning around to show it off. He gasped, and I knew he had seen the back of it.

"This looks so sexy on you!" he exclaimed. "One of my fetishes is to see a boy in a tiny string. Would you be interested in wearing one?"

Interesting thought. "I'll have to look at them and try one."

"They are a very small version of this," Hardy said. "They come in all colors and patterns. I think you will like them."

He had his hands on my bare butt. I felt the fundoshi knot release and it dropped on top of my jeans. He smiled when my cock came up hard against my belly. He took hold of it and pulled it away from my body and looked.

"Well, look at that," he grinned. "You're getting your pubes in!"

I was. I could see them just above my cock, a small brown down of first hair. He moved his index finger over them and smiled.

"You are starting to mature now," he smiled. "That's a good thing."

I grinned, feeling good at his words. "I can cum too."

"You can?" he asked in surprise. "Oh very good!"

He leaned forward, slipped my cock into his mouth, and began to suck on me. I shivered and whimpered out loud as the pleasure took over. I moved backwards and got up on his desk and spread my legs a bit after getting my right foot free of my jeans. Hardy rolled forward in his chair and went back to sucking my cock. I shivered and shook as the good feelings took me over once more. Hardy knew how to suck, and he was doing a great job of it. I fought hard to hold back and was losing the battle. He came off my cock and went down to my balls. I lay back on his desk, brought up my heels, put them by my butt, and spread them even more to reveal my anus to him. Hardy kept going, licking and sucking my balls into his mouth. I jumped when I felt his tongue on my anus. Feeling his tongue there was so cool.

"Oh yesssssss," I hissed in pleasure. "Feels so good!"

Hardy kept on going as he reached for his desk drawer and brought out a tube of lubricant and a condom. Smart man. He set them to the side and unzipped his pants to let them drop to the floor and I knew what he wanted. He pulled on his cock and I knew it was ready.

"Locked and loaded?" I asked with a smile.

Hardy laughed and moved up to the desk. I moved towards his cock and began to suck on it as he lubed up one finger. He slipped it into me and I moaned in pleasure. He worked on getting me ready for him as I sucked his cock. I liked the taste of his cock. I liked the smell of it. I sucked on it until he gently pulled it out of my mouth.

"Time for it to go someplace else," Hardy smiled as he unrolled a condom on his hard seven inches [18 cm].

I moved back to where I had been and waited, quivering in anticipation of receiving cock. Hardy smiled as he rubbed lube on the outside of the condom and then moved in. I felt the tip of the condom covered cock tapping on my anus and then start to push in. I groaned in pleasure as I felt the mature cock push in. Hardy kept going until he managed to get six of his seven inches [15 of 18 cm] inside of me. I shivered from the very full feeling in my ass.

"Hmmmmm. Feels… good… yes… please," I moaned.

Hardy grabbed my hips and began fucking me. I closed my eyes and held onto the desk so that he wouldn't shove me out the window. I panted as he fucked me, the head of his cock sliding across my prostate on each inward thrust.

"Such… a tight ass… feel it gripping me… gonna enjoy this… oh God!" he exclaimed as he fucked faster and harder.

He kept going until I saw the expression on his face change and I knew he was coming. It was kind of hard to feel the ripples going through his cock and into me because of the condom, but if that's the way he wanted to play it that was fine by me. He shoved in real hard and froze in place as he tilted his head back. He shuddered and then sighed. I knew he had his orgasm.

"Hang on and I'll get you wiped up," he said, disappearing into his private bathroom in the corner.

He returned a moment later and wiped my ass clean with most wipes. I dropped my feet down after I got my right foot back into my jeans. Hardy got himself fixed up and sat back in his chair to watch me tie fundoshi back on me. I pulled my jeans back up into place.

"I live by myself in an apartment in the three story where Floyd's Barber shop is. The main entry is just around the corner. I'm in thirty four, facing out on the street. You are welcome to come over anytime you need or want to," I said, hoping he would accept the invitation.

Hardy grinned. "Good. We can continue the counseling sessions there. I am going to like having you here, David. I get the feeling that you are going to leave your mark here. I get the feeling that you are going to do great things. I hope so. You need a good break in your life."

I smiled. "Thank you."

Hardy patted me on the butt and went to the door. He looked out and turned back to me. I kissed him before leaving his office and he smiled. I headed home on my bike.

I came out of the shower after having been to the gym. I was feeling great. I took my cup of tea to my computer and got started in my class for the day. As I was taking a break around eleven, the doorbell went. I pulled on a pair of soft shorts and went to the door. It was Captain Miller.

"Good morning sir," I said, opening my door to him.

He nodded as he walked in. I showed him round and he seemed to like the place. He nodded his approval.

"Cup of tea?" I asked him.

I made one for him and found him looking at what I was doing on my computer.

"Fourth chapter," I said. "What I have been learning is very interesting."

Miller nodded. "Good. Keep it up."

He sat there for a time and watched me work. Eventually he set down the empty cup and nodded to me.

"Keep up the hard work," he said as he patted me on the back.

I smiled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. I really appreciate it. I took tests at the school yesterday to see where I stand school wise. I know I did well on a lot of it except for the math."

"You made an effort at it and didn't skip over it?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good. I will see you later," he said.

I closed the door behind him and went back to work.

I was down in Hooper's Deli when Preston and Terrence came in. They nodded to me and came over to where I was.

"Hey guys," I said as they stopped in front of me. "Haven't seen you in a while. Everything cool?"

"Sure. Just stopped in for lunch. They do make great subs here," Terrence said, turning to the girl behind the counter.

Preston moved closer. "You hear about Toby and Eric? They moved out of your building and went someplace else. I didn't know until someone told me."

"That's too bad. I liked them," I said.

"So did we. But that's how it goes," Terrence said as Preston headed to the counter to place his order.

"I went to the school yesterday and took a bunch of tests to see what I know. I did pretty good on all of them except for the math," I said.

Preston settled down at the table next to me. "Cool. From that Hardy should know where to put you. Hardy is cool. He's not like other people. He treats you fair will listen to you, and he tries to help. Got me out of a pickle and counseled me for a time."

Terrence came back with his soda. "There is a tutoring program in place at school. Sign up for it if you really are that bad with math. You will find plenty of help, and not just for math either."

"I'll do that," I said.

They turned to their lunches and I went back to mine. Life had been going fairly well since I got here and it was really neat the way everything fell into place for me. I hoped things would continue to work out.

I crouched behind the sodium light on the corner of the building later that evening. I hadn't done my ninja number in some time and tonight it seemed right. Besides I needed to scope out the town some more, my going walkabout during the late afternoon hours on my bike giving me an excellent idea of where everything was. I turned to the right and started moving round, going from roof to roof, feeling the cool night air on my face and enjoying myself. I stopped at the corner where the cross street was at the end of the park. I checked things out and then hopped from the roof to the inside of a tree in the park. I listened to the night sounds and nothing had been disturbed. I hopped through the trees and to the city hall buildings. The night lights were on and the lone security officer was sitting at the desk in the lobby. I looked through the tactical binoculars to see what it was he was reading. Ah. He was checking out Miss August nineteen seventy seven. I detest porn magazines. Doesn't matter who the models are, the end result is always the same. Showing off their bodies and having sex. But Playboy and Playguy magazines focused more on the artful nude than anything else and I liked them for that reason. The one picture board I pursued did the same thing with the boy pictures posted there. I downloaded only the ones that appealed to me. I really was picky about the ones I saved to my computer. I continued my patrol for another two hours and then called it a night after working my jutsus at my base on the edge of town. It had been a good night I told myself as I settled into bed.

Wednesday morning I got a phone call from Hardy as I was sitting in front of my computer working on the fourth chapter questions.

"Good morning sir," I said as I leaned back.

"That it is. I have your test results back. Can you come over?" Hardy asked as I answered a question.

His timing couldn't have been better. I needed a break from all of this. "Sure."

"Cool. See you in an hour?" he asked.

I nodded. "Done deal."

"See you when you get here," he said and hung up.

I stretched and closed out everything. I got dressed and went down to get my bike. Mrs. Deware was getting her mail as I came down.

"Good morning," I said as I went to the storage room.

"It is indeed," she smiled.

Deware was a nice lady. Single older lady, she had at least ten grandkids and they usually were hanging out with her in twos or threes. She was a bit strict about some things but she was fair, listening to you and then giving her judgment on the issue. I collected my bike and off I went. I went by the place where the building had dropped the day I got here and the construction on it was in full swing. I watched for a few minutes and then continued on. It wasn't until I got to the residential area by the school that it happened. I glanced over at the open field I was passing to see a group of boys scatter and run like hell. Something told me something had happened. I propped my bike up against the tree on the edge of the field and walked part way in. I heard a kid screaming for help and I knew something had happened. I followed the voice and found a pile of board scattered all over. I saw what looked like a big hole in the ground and carefully looked in, not wanting to fall in. I head the boy's voice way down in there.

"Hello!" I shouted down.

"Help me!" he shouted back at me.

"I will, just hold on!" I shouted back.

I needed to do something, and I needed to do it now. "I'll be right back, I promise! I'm going for help!"

I sprinted to the nearest house. A man was out in front.

"Sir, I need you to call nine eleven. There is a boy trapped inside a big hole in that field," I explained.

"Damn, not another one," he groaned.

He ran into the house and I saw what looked like a coil of rope and a pair of harnesses. Oh perfect. I grabbed them and ran back to the hole. I discovered a length of pipe and put it over the hole. Perfect. I got one harness on and snugged it up. I tied one end of the rope to the bar and dropped the rest of it down. The hole was wide enough with room for me to get down there. I slipped into the hole and began rappelling down. I had never done this before, never learned how to do it, and yet it seemed to come to me easy. I kept going down, and it was inky black in there. Thank God I wasn't one to suffer from claustrophobia. I eventually got down to where he was, and I noticed the hole got wider the further I had gone down. I was able to stand on my feet in front of him.

"My name's David," I introduced myself.

"I'm Brian," he said. "Are you going to get me out of here?"

I put my hands on his shoulders and gently squeezed them. "I am."

I heard sirens coming and knew help was on the way. A moment later a voice called down to us. "Hello!"

"I can hear you!" I called back up.

I turned back to Brian. "Are you hurt any place?"

"My right shoulder. I landed on it hard," he said.

I yelled back up. "Brian says he hurt his right shoulder landing on it real hard. Can you send down a roll of duct tape?"

Something hit my head and I reached up for it. It was a headset on a cable. I put it on.

"David here," I said.

Captain Miller's voice came back. "How you doing?"

"I'm okay, but Brian is not. He tells me his right shoulder hurts. He landed on it hard and right now he's holding his right arm close to his body. From what I can feel he's got scrapes and cuts on his face, neck, and hands. I need a roll of duct tape please," I requested from him.

"Why?" he asked.

"So I can secure his arm to his body before I put him in the harness I brought down with me," I stated.

His voice came back. "Good move. Coming down, and we are going to send down a second rope for Brian."

A few minutes later the second rope arrive with the roll of duct tape attached to it. I went right to work and had his arm bound up.

"That's better," Brian said.

"Good. Now I have to get this harness on you and need to do it by feel so forgive me if it seems like I'm feeling you up," I informed him.

I could swear his breathing changed. "I don't mind. I like playing around with other guys. Lots of fun."

"You and I will have to talk later," I said. "For now how about we get the hell out of here? I much rather be up there."

Brian laughed and that was a good sign to me. I managed to get the harness on him and snugged it up on him. I called up.

"Brian is a go," I stated.

I sensed movement and then Brian was moving upward. I looked up and saw the form of a smaller boy above me. I watched until he got up there and disappeared.

"We have him," Miller reported. "You are next."

I checked to make sure the rope was secured to the ring in the back of my harness by yanking on it a few times.

"Rope is secure, go any time," I said.

I used my hands to keep me from getting hung up on the sides as I got pulled up. I blinked in the daylight when I emerged from the ground. I had called for the fire department. What was there was something else. Vehicles scattered everywhere. Helicopters overhead. The media pointing their cameras at us.

"I called for you to show. Didn't expect all of this," I said to Miller.

He smiled at me. "Anything that happens here gets immediate attention."

"I guess so," I commented.

I went over to Brian as he was getting loaded up in the ambulance. "Take care kid. Hope you get healed up fast."

He was cute. Slender build, blond hair, bright ice blue eyes, and a kind of pixie face. He grinned at me as they got him into the ambulance and drove off with him inside. I got the harness off and handed it and the other one back to the man I had grabbed it from. People were milling around and I used the opportunity to slip away. I was done here.

Hardy looked me over as I stood there, a total mess, muddy and dirty from head to foot and a big smile on my face.

"Right. March," he pointed in a direction.

He marched me up to the gym and into the locker room and I told him the tale as I went. A big man joined us at the entry to the locker room.

"What the hell happened to him?" he asked.

"David went down the old Patterson Well after a little boy," Hardy said. "He needs a shower while I throw his clothes into the washer. Do you by any chance have a gym outfit lying round? David, this is Coach Daniels."

I swore Coach Daniels was licking his chops at the sight of me.

"I'd shake your hand sir, but it's a mess at the moment," I said.

He nodded. "Don't worry about it. Go this way, and turn right at the first row of lockers. Is he a newbie here?"

"He is," Hardy said. "Can you get him set up?"

The coach smiled. "Done deal. I'll send him down when he's clean and in a PE uniform. Leave him to me."

Hardy nodded and left. Coach turned to me. I got that funny feeling in my balls. Something was going to happen.

I had just completed a rescue and was standing inside the locker room with a hunk of a man and about to strip down naked in front of him. Such luck!

"Okay. Strip down here and I'll throw your stuff into one of the washers while you shower," he said.

I stripped down and heard him gasp. I knew what he had seen.

"The scars are painful reminders of what they did to me," I began in a soft voice. "The tattoos were done because one of his friends wanted to tattoo a boy. The fundoshi I wear is by my personal choice."

"Nobody should ever harm a boy, ever. I hope they get what's coming to them," he said. "Damn bastards!"

I turned to face him and saw his eyes glance downward. Another one. Gee I was getting lucky! I knew I wouldn't have to go far to find guys to play with.

"Five inches [12½ cm] soft, seven [18 cm] hard, and I am circumcised," I informed him.

He blushed at having been caught.

"It's okay. I am gay. I know it won't be long for people to find out and I can deal with whatever comes my way. I do like to play. I am in the process of exploring my gay nature and everything that goes with it. I want to explore some of the fetishes that are out there. I may embrace one of them or more, I may not. I won't know until I have explored the ones that interest me," I said.

Coach Daniels nodded. "We can talk later, okay?"

I smiled. "Deal."

I turned and headed into the shower.

That was how I met Coach Daniels. I liked him immediately. A bit under six foot [1.80 m], he had the body of a wrestler. He was bald, had green eyes, and was average looking. I had the feeling I would be learning things from him. He tossed my clothes into the washer and came back to watch me in the shower. I took my time in lathering up. He sat there rubbing the growing bulge in his shorts. I played with my nipples and he moaned. The shorts came down to reveal a good sized man cock. I reached for my erect cock and started stroking it as he matched me stroke for stroke. Yeah we got off together, and it was fun to see him shoot his stuff at me. He sighed as he sat back down. I got rinsed off and came out. He got a towel and got me dried off. I was issued shorts and a t-shirt.

"Come back when you're done down there and I'll give you your clothes back. Is the jock okay on you?" he asked, reaching into the shorts to adjust it a bit, his hands moving round my genitals.

"It feels fine," I said after he adjusted everything. "Just not used to one."

"Well they are required here. We have had some nasty injuries to the equipment in the past. I do a jock check every class. If you do not have one on, an automatic F for the day and a sit out. I get one or two of those every year. Last year a kid tried to sue me on the grounds that I tried to molest him while checking and that he had the right not to wear one. What saved my ass was the fact that I do the checks out on the meeting spot. Real simple. You lift one corner of your shorts and if I see the strap going down your butt cheek you're cool. The only thing that will excuse you is a note from a doctor. Had a few boys try that one year. I followed up on the doctor notes and found out they were forgeries. Two week suspensions. The school board backed me once I gave my reasons for requiring them in gym class. Parents backed me once they heard from a doctor. Never had any trouble since then."

I slapped my forehead. "Damn! I knew I had forgotten something!"

Coach Daniels looked up. "You don't have a doctor."

"No I don't. Can you recommend one?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "Sure I can. Really cool dude."

Coach Daniels led me out of the locker room and down to the office.

"His name is Dr. Troy Evans. He specializes in the care of boys, preteen boys, and teen boys. He is very respected in the community and has a large number of patients. Parents are very comfortable about taking their boys to him. He has a young nephew named Michael. Very cute little boy, just turned eight. I know you will like him," Coach Daniels said. "I can introduce you if you like. Dr. Evans really is a nice guy."

"Please. Then I need to chase down a medical insurance policy to fit my needs," I said. "I'm going to need one."

We arrived at the office and went in. Hardy was there with the teachers that watched over me when I took the tests. They applauded as I walked in, Tommy and Gary Dunn with them. I blushed at the attention. I took my seat and so did everybody else.

"Nice job kid," Tommy said.

I nodded. "Thanks Tommy. I do need to get with you in regards to getting medical insurance. I'm going to need one."

"One of the reasons why I'm here. Later," he nodded.

Hardy shifted his papers and then nodded in my direction. "Right. We're here to discuss your test results."

I had done well. I scored very high on the English sections. No problems there. My science sections were fair. My math stunk. Now that we knew what my academic skills looked like, I was able to plan my classes round them. I was going to go into the seventh like I should be and five of my classes for the seventh grade were required. Class number six was an elective. Music looked good to me. I decided I needed to pick up a guitar again and I would have to go looking for one. I would get my class schedule and my outdoor locker assignment mailed to me as soon as possible. The meeting broke up after that. Coach Daniels, Tommy, and Dunn walked me back to the boy's locker room.

"Okay. The lady sent me here because she was very concerned about your getting into these dangerous situations. So as of now you are a special advisor to the Terrosa Task Force. Your job is to advise us on any suspects you may remember as we encounter them. You will get a paycheck. You are entitled to benefits. Health insurance is one of them. We have Blue Cross, the best one at the moment. Dunn has the paper."

"I told David about Doc Evans," Coach Daniels said.

Dunn smiled. "Perfect. Dr. Troy Evans is a doctor who specializes in the care, health, and well being of boys. He's very well respected."

Tommy nodded. "Can't go wrong with that recommendation."

"I'll stop in and meet him on the way home," I said as we arrived at the boy's locker room. "He sounds like a great guy."

"You will like him," Coach Daniels said as he held open the door.

I went in first and the others followed me in. I went to sit down in the office as Daniels went to check on my clothes.

"All dry," he announced as he returned. "Somebody must have moved them to the dryer when I wasn't here."

I stood up and stripped down. I tied fundoshi on me first as Tommy explained what it was to Dunn. I finished dressing as Coach Daniels handed me a gold padlock. I looked it over.

"This one is one of those set your own combination ones," he said and I followed his directions and got it set, using my birth date for the combo.

He showed me a small locker and I put the set I had been wearing inside along with the jock. I got a second set to take home. Tommy and Dunn followed me back to the parking lot. I got the second gym set into my back pack and shook hands with them. Dunn would be dropping by either later in the day or tomorrow morning with the medical papers to get me going. He told me where I could find Dr. Evans' office. I got a hug from Tommy and he was off. I got on my bike and headed off to find Dr. Evans.

I stood in front of a white house that was a second story. It was one of those older Victorian looking places and I liked it immediately. I locked up my bike to the rack out in front and went in. A young man was sitting at the desk and he looked up when I came in.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Do you have an appointment?"

I smiled. "I'm sorry, no. I came in to meet Dr. Evans if possible and to get registered with him."

He reached in a filing cabinet and handed me a large manila envelope. "Inside are the required forms to be filled out. Drop them off anytime."

A man in a white lab coat came out and I turned to him. He smiled at me in a nice grandfatherly way. He did look like a grandfather wit the half glasses perched on his nose, the white well trimmed beard and mustache, brown eyes, and very short brow hair with grey mixed in. I noted the double earrings in his right ear. A clue to his orientation.

"Good afternoon young man!" he boomed in a nice deep bass.

I felt a tingle race down my spine and into my balls.

"Dr. Evans, this is David George," the much younger man introduced me.

Evans beamed. "Ah! The young man who rescued the Foster boy this morning! Job well done, young man! The bit with the duct tape round his right arm to the body was good."

I nodded. "Thank you sir. I came by to meet you and to get registered here because you were very well recommended."

"Thank you," he said. "Danny, get the boy set up for an appointment. He can take the Foster boy's spot."

"Okay, but he doesn't have insurance yet," Danny said.

Evans looked at Danny. "I don't care. Schedule him please."

"Yes sir," he said and turned to me. "Thursday of next week, ten o' clock. You need to go on a twelve hour fast for the blood draw."

"EEEEE! If there is one thing I absolutely hate, it's needles. Get close to me with one and I will either swing at you, upload on you, or pass out."

"I can help you with that," Evans said. "Not a problem."

I sighed. "Thank you sir."

He smiled at me. "Good. I need to get back to the Denton boy."

Off he went. I had very good feelings from him.

"Is he always like that?" I asked.

Danny looked up. "He is, and that's what makes him so great. I'm interning with him and I am learning so much from him. Normally this isn't my job, he had a girl who does this but she is out at the moment so I am filling in."

Danny handed me the appointment card. I tucked it into my shirt pocket.

"I'll see you guys then," I said.

I had the feeling this was going to be an interesting friendship.

Chapter 4

I did get a break on Thursday. I had to go and see Dr. Evans for my physical. I was there right on time. Danny wasn't there. But Dr. Evans was. He ushered me straight in and had me strip down in the exam room. He looked shocked at my appearance.

"I read about your tattoos in the file your friend Tommy Taylor gave me. I never thought anyone was capable of such a deed," he sighed.

"The man who did me paid Terrosa lots of money to do it. Terrosa took the money and let him do it. I think the only reason Terrosa let him do it was because he would get a kick out of showing me off when it was all done and he did show me off for a time. He got tired of me and threw me back to the wolves," I said.

Evans shook his head and sighed. "I feel for you."

I smiled. "I have recovered a lot from what they did to me. Because of people wanting to help me and did, I want to join the fire department to return what they did for me and to kind of pay it forward by helping others."

"And you will succeed. I know it because I get that feeling. Now let's get the blood draw done," he said.

I got nervous and he got me relaxed. He got a vein to pop up and just as he was about to stick the needle in, a little boy showed up. I blinked at his appearance. He was wearing a very shiny shortie suit similar to the short wetsuits. The shorts part of it barely came down over his thighs. The arms were right there at the shoulders. It cut up into his ass cheeks as he moved round, and there was a collar round his neck. He had red hair cut crew cut short, green eyes, and he was so very cute. I felt my cock get hard,

"Master?" he said.

That made me go into shock. I never felt the needle go in. Evans looked behind him and he knew what had made me go into shock. He finished the blood draw and turned to me. I looked up at him.

"Can you let us explain?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "Get what you needed?"

"Yes," he said, getting the blood samples packed up to go out. "Michael, take David to exam room two please."

"Yes master," he said.

He took my hand and led me in there. Evans returned a moment later and sat on a stool.

"It goes like this. Michael is my nephew. I am his uncle. I am his master, and he is my slave. I did not plan on that. Michael came to live with me when he was six. I had to take him away from my sister who had a major drug habit and was incapable of caring for him properly. I used to be a master to a boy prior to getting Michael. When he arrived I had put all of my stuff away and was seriously planning on raising him right. One day plans got changed when I discovered him wearing a collar, slipping an anal probe in his little ass, and jacking off. We had a long conversation, and the end result is what you see. That is a skintight suit made out of PVC plastic. I made it for him. He loved it when I put him into bondage. I even keep him in a chastity belt to keep him from masturbating excessively and he loves that, too. He loves pain, too. I put him through an S&M scene every now and then and he gets off on it. There is a small man boy group operating here in town. When I do take Michael out, he looks just like an ordinary eight year old. He'd take you for a ride if you let him," Evans said.

I nodded as it sank in. "I see. I don't like the pain aspect because of what I went through. On my way here I met a man who showed me another side of bondage, and it was a great experience."

"Bondage for pleasure."

"Yes. I never knew it could be so great. I'd want to experience it again," I said. "It was really fun."

Evans nodded. "Give me the opportunity and I can put you through a scene anytime you feel the need. It would be my great pleasure to make you happy."

We continued with the physical and I was declared to be very healthy. Michael smiled at me as I left. They certainly gave me a lot to think about.

Monday morning. September first. First day of school. I got ready and headed to the school on my bike. I found and open slot in the bike cage and chained it to the rack. I headed to the cafeteria and joined the line to get my schedule. Yeah I was a little nervous but I knew I'd be okay. I got up to the table, collected my schedule, and looked it over. In order: English with Sam Denton, Basic Math with Ellen Passer, Social Sciences with Ito Izuma, PE with Coach Paul Patrick, Lunch, Life Sciences with Jean McKelsey, and last one was Choir and Music with Regina Nelson. Not bad. I saw Preston and Terrence talking to each other and went up to them.

"Hey," I said by way of greeting.

They nodded to me and went back to their conversation. I knew when I wasn't wanted to I headed off to my first class. Hardy was in the hall and he nodded to me as I walked up to him.

"Hey," I said. "How's your morning so far?"

"Not too bad. I noticed those two snubbed you. Don't worry. I know you can find better people to hang with. Just be yourself," Hardy said.

"I will. I got good classes, and I like having PE in the forth slot before lunch. Good time of day to do something physical to get the blood pumping," I said.

Hardy nodded. "Very true. Good luck in your first day."

I went to English.

The morning went well, right up to PE forth period. I knew once the guys got a look at me the word would be all over the school by end of lunch, and all over the town by the end of the day. I steeled my resolve and went into the locker room. I stood in front of the locker I had been assigned to and began stripping down, putting my clothes into the larger locker. The row went quiet as the guys noticed my tattoos. By the time I got my shorts on nearly every guy was crowding into the row to get a look at me. I paused before closing my locker.

"They gave these to me against my will. There was nothing I could do about it. They hurt going on because they use needles to tattoo the skin. They are there for the rest of my life, and I have to live with them. However, you guys have a choice. To get them and not to get them. Consider the fact that your mother definitely would have something to say about them. Your future girlfriend or wife might not like them. Just know that they cannot come off, ever. Think about it before you do it."

I hoped the message got across.

I closed the larger locker and snapped the lock on it. I headed out the main doors and the girls coming out saw me and freaked. I shook my head and headed to where the class was to meet. Coach Paul Patrick was a tall skinny guy, had a thin face, and looked strange to me. He wore thick glasses because he couldn't much of anything and leaned in close to get a look at me. He looked up at me and then shook his head as he turned away. I hoped this wouldn't cause me trouble.

True to my prediction the word was all over the school by the end of lunch. People were looking at me as they moved past me. I ignored the looks until something else caught my attention. A huge kid walked out of the food line area carrying two trays of food. I wasn't talking football player size, I was talking extremely fat huge. He had to be at least three hundred pounds [140 kg] easy. I watched him go to a nearby table and start to inhale the food.

"That's Two Ton Tony," a kid behind me said.

"He's begging for a massive heart attack to kill his ass dead," I said.

"I know. People have told him that but he laughs it off," the kid said and left, shaking his head at the sight.

I shook my head at than and returned to my lunch. I knew people were looking at me because I could feel the stares coming at me. I kept my cool and left the cafeteria once I was done with lunch. I went to my locker to get my pack for the next class, Life Science. The subject sounded interesting to me and I wondered how I could fit it into my fire science studies. I decided to ask the instructor first chance I got.

"Fire Science? That's a good question," Jean McKelsey said. "Let me think about that for a bit. That sounds more like a question for physical science."

I thought about that and decided she was right. I took my seat after dropping a textbook on each desk. People wandered in and took their seat. She began the class after taking roll and explaining the class.

"I did get a good question a few minutes ago and that was how fire can affect life science. Fire affects living things by destroying it. One of the things we will investigate is how plants can revive themselves and start to grow after a traumatic event," she said.

Perfect. Something to write up for extra credit at the fire school.

It started getting cold mid September as I got around doing my ninja training sessions. I was working hard nearly every night with fire science class, going out every other night to patrol the town, got to my hideout in a huge cave I found way outside of town and work my various jutsus, working out in the gym every morning at six, going to school, and then coming home and doing homework from school and then working on my fire science class. On weekends I collapsed and usually stayed in bed until noon on Saturdays. I'd kick back and just relax. Monday morning I'd be right back into it. The weekends were never long enough. I was starting to feel the stress of all the work I was doing. I couldn't ease up any because I was committed to doing well in both schools. The third week of September I got involved in another rescue. A small pickup challenged a mother and her brood in a van. I raced over just as everything stopped moving. First thing I did was to check the pickup driver. He was dead instantly. I heaved up my gut all over him from the sight of the pole going through his chest and from all of the blood in the cab. I wiped my face off with a clean rag from the back of the truck and turned to the van. I managed to get the door open and looked in on her. She was alive but in considerable pain.

"Try not to move," I said. "Help is coming."

"My kids. Get my kids out," she whispered.

A lady came up behind me holding a black bag. "I'm an ER nurse from the hospital. What's the situation?"

"She's in a lot of pain, neck and back injuries, possible spinal cord injuries," I reported. "I'll see to the kids."

I went round and helped them out. They were complaining of neck and back injuries but not as bad as Mom. The paramedics showed and I went to assist. I watched them get her on the backboard and in doing so learned the correct way of doing it. The idea was to get her on it using the least amount of movement possible and to secure her to it so she couldn't move. We packed the family off to the hospital. I got on my bike and continued on to school. I used the computer in the library during lunch to write up an accounting of what I saw and did during the crisis. I dropped it off to Captain Miller on the way home. Station number thirty five was sitting in an ideal location. They could be anywhere in moments. It was a huge two story red brick building. I had been in there before and liked how it was set up. They had the creature comforts and more. Those guys should have the absolute best of everything considering they put their lives on the line every incident. I headed home extremely tired. But my day wasn't over yet. I had homework to do.

By the end of September I was exhausted. I needed a break. I had been working hard in both schools and managing to make everything work. The weekends were looked forward to but they were never long enough. I felt ready to collapse. I spent my thirteenth birthday online nearly all night working an exam in one of the online classes. I could use some serious time off, and as luck would have it I was about to get it. The boiler in the basement of the Lake Wells School blew the third week of October, causing a lot of damage. Word was the school would have to close for a week while it got fixed. The bad news continued. The computers for the online class got wrecked by a very pissed off former server technician, whoever they were. It would be some time before the class came back up. I guess Hardy knew I was close to cracking because he came to see me. I let him in, stumbling from physical exhaustion. Hardy led me to the couch and sat down, taking me in his arms. I sighed as he rubbed my back for a time.

"David, can I ask you a personal question?" Hardy asked.

I sighed, snuggling down into his chest. "Sure."

"Have you ever entertained the desire to be babied by someone?"

I looked up at him. "You mean diapers, bottles, sleeping in a crib and having someone see to all my need? Sure. Quite a few times. It happened to me when I first came out of the coma at Children's in Arizona. One of the nurses there did it for me and I liked it a lot. I would love the chance to do it again just for a while. I need some time out."

"What if I told you I like doing that?" Hardy asked me.

I instantly knew he had done it before. "You've done it before."

He blushed. "Yes. Each boy I babied loved the experience. They said it was so nice to let someone take care of them for a time. I suspect you would enjoy it a lot. It would do you some good."

"It was something done to help me back then. This is something I'd like to do for fun for a short time. Might help me to relax," I said.

Hardy smiled. "Good. It's Saturday afternoon now. How about coming to my house and let me baby you for a whole week? I don't have to be there while the boiler company works on the boiler. Fritz is going to oversee the project because he is most familiar with it. So go get dressed and we'll get out of here."

That sounded good to me. I got up and stumbled to my bedroom and got dressed. I set up the phone machine and we left. He led me to his van and I got into the back. Imagine my surprise to find a much larger car seat in the back. Hardy settled me into it and then got behind the wheel. Off we went. I dozed off in it until I head a loud bang and then Hardy curse from the front seat. I looked to see a stake bed truck had rolled over. I got out of the car seat and went to work.

It was an easy rescue. All I had to do was to cut the people out of their seat belts. Lots of bruises and a slight concussion to the kid in the passenger seat, bruises to the two adult occupants. The ambulance showed and checked them out. Somehow the drive shaft fell out and dug into the road flipping the truck ass over head. Once I gave my statements I was released from the scene and allowed to leave. Hardy put me back in the car seat and off we went. I settled down and I dozed off once more. Hardy woke me up and I looked to see where we were. The van was inside a garage and he was in the process of getting me out of the car seat. He carried me into the house and up the stairs. Hardy opened a door and carried me into the room. Inside the room was a nursery. I smiled at the sight of teddy bears tumbling round the walls. He set me on the floor and went back downstairs after starting the tub. He came back moments later and lifted me up on the change table. He stripped me down naked and took me into the bathroom and eased me into the tub. The he began to bathe me. Oh God it felt so damn good! I sighed and relaxed as I felt his hands moving round my body fingers massaging me as he washed me clean. It felt great. He got me out after rinsing me clean and pulled me onto his lap to dry me off. He took me in to the change table and then began giving me pleasure. I got lost in the pleasure. He eventually took my cock in his mouth and sucked me off to a body shaking orgasm. He slid a diaper on me and taped it closed. I fell asleep on his lap as he was giving me a bottle of warm milk to drink, the gentle rocking motion of the rocking chair moving back and forth. I was in heaven.

I woke up. I found myself in a deep blue footed sleeper, tucked into the crib on my tummy. I felt wetness in the front of my diaper and knew I had wet it. I looked around the best I could and spotted a clock reading eight thirty. In the morning? At night? I wasn't sure. Suddenly I felt the urge to go. I relaxed and let my body push it out as I brought up my right knee. I felt it go in the seat of my diapers and break off into pieces. I did two more and I was done. Now to get his attention. I saw what looked like a baby monitor attached to the crib. I took a breath and let out a loud cry. A moment later Hardy flew into the room and up to my crib, reaching in to me.

"It's okay, Daddy is here," he cooed.

I felt his hand move over my back and down to my bum. "Oh, a messy one."

He got me out and got me out of the sleeper. He put me up on the change table and got me cleaned up. Once I had a clean diaper taped on me. He put a red striped shirt on me and then kissed me. That felt nice. He carried me down to the kitchen, put me into a high chair, and fed me breakfast. He spent the day holding me and giving me bottles, changing my diapers, and just taking care of me. But at night things changed. He took me to his bed and gave me lots of loving. I enjoyed feeling his cock going deep into me. I enjoyed feeling him cum into the condom he always wore. I enjoyed feeling him giving me tender touches. He carried me back to the nursery to prepare me for bed in a fresh diaper. He put me in an aqua blue sleeper this time. He tucked me in and gently caressed my cheek until I fell asleep. That pretty much was the entire week. I spent the days in diapers and onesies, or the sleeper, or a striped shirt. I played with stuffed animals and toys. I got fed by hand. I got my diapers changed. I got nice back rubs. I would suck his cock and get Daddy milk. I even got to watch it snow, my nose pressed against the glass of his sliding door. At night the sex was magnificent. He would pleasure me and I would give him pleasure. He would get his cock into me and fuck me. And I loved every moment of it. I came home at the end of the week feeling like a new man.

Both schools got started once more. I was reading a book on the side about winter rescues, how a body could suffer in the cold if not properly bundled up for it. Riding my bike in the snow became impossible. I had to look for alternate transportation. One of the mothers in the building offered to take me to school along with her son. I accepted the kind offer and joined them in the parking garage in back for the ride to school. It was the last week of October that Two Ton Tony finally got his wake up call and I was able to put my CPR training to good use. I had discovered a CPR class at the local hospital and took it. Good move on my part. I watched him come out from the grill area balancing his usual two trays. As I understood it his parents were divorced and his mother got a bit indulgent with him and let him eat whatever he wanted to keep him happy. I think there was another reason but never figured it out. Anyway, he came out of the grill area with his two trays as he usually did. He looked like he had gotten way bigger. I sat up when I noted a strange look on his face. He seemed to be stumbling a bit as if he was trying to get to the table before anything happened and it did, him coming to a stop just shy of the table. He simply let go of the trays, dropping food all over. A moment later he went down to his knees and I knew. He was having a heart attack. His face went very pale as I got to him.

"Tony!" I shook him by the shoulders.

He didn't respond, instead he started leaning against me as his eyes closed. I managed to get him down to the floor as Hardy came running over. I pointed to him first.

"Nine eleven," I said calmly.

I pointed to the lady next to him. "I need the AED machine. Tony is having a heart attack and there is no time to waste."

People gasped as I turned to get to work on him. I checked his breathing. Nothing. I checked the pulse in his neck. It was slowing and I knew he was fading. I ripped his shirts open and went to work with compressions. I really had to push down hard to have any effect. I gave him the two breaths and went back to compressions as Hardy closed his cell. The lady arrived with the AED machine.

"Ambulance coming," he said as he opened the AED machine and got Tony ready and hooked up to it.

I nodded as I continued the compressions as the machine went to work. Have you seen one in action? I have. I can tell you for a fact that those things do work. The machine stopped me, evaluated Tony, and then zapped his ass good. He quivered like a big bowl of jelly and then went still. It evaluated him again and zapped him once more. Then it ordered me to continue compressions. I was working hard when the paramedics with Captain Miller raced in. The crowd parted to let them in. I kept going as the paramedics swung into action. It took us a good five minutes (too damn long) to get him stabilized. It took Hardy, the three paramedics, Coach Daniels, and me to get him into the ambulance, and even then we had to really shove his ass in. We did get him in and off he went to the hospital. I sat down in the chair in the office area completely spent.

I sat at my computer desk and wrote up the incident to share with others. The questions came at me thick and fast. I answered them the best I could and the closed out the chat. I was exhausted. I leaned back in my chair and allowed myself to drift off. I had a nightmare that it had been me to swell up like Tony. I did everything I could to lose the weight but it kept increasing. I snapped to when my dream self felt chest pain. That was damn scary. I sat there for a time and then decided to call it a day and went to bed. I decided I was going to take the day off from school, consequences be damned. It was still snowing when I left the apartment the next morning. I adjusted my Stetson and headed to the hospital. I went into ICU (Intensive Care Unit) and found Tony. His mother was just as pale as he was and was extremely emotional. When she saw me she glomped onto me and hugged a few pounds off me, she hugged me so tight.

"Thank you. Thank you for his life," she sobbed.

I helped her back into her chair and she turned her attention back to Tony. I stood there for a bit until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Evans. I followed him out and he pulled a chart. Another doctor joined him.

"This is Dr. Permer, a cardiologist specialist. He's on Tony's case as the primary," he said. "You did a hell of a job yesterday."

"Is he going to make it?"

Permer sighed. "He will with the right care. Kid needs to lose serious weight first. We got him stable for now. The longer he lives the better his chances."

I nodded. "Good luck boss."

He nodded and went back to Tony. I turned to Evans. The old doctor smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder.

"You did good kid. Come and see me later," he said.

I nodded and left the hospital. I walked down the street in the snow not paying attention to where I was going, my mind busy with recent events. I looked up and as I gazed at the distant trees, I thought I saw smoke. I moved forward, taking to the trees and racing to where I thought I had seen the smoke. I really had seen the smoke. It was coming out of a very old looking house and the front door burst open and three kids came racing out. Two of them saw me coming up to the house and ran off. The girl began to freak out.

"Donnie's in there!" she screamed. "You gotta get him!"

"Go to the closes house and call the fire department," I ordered her.

I left my Stetson and jacket on a tree and charged inside, the house becoming forty percent involved. I kicked into Getsumi no Michi and extended my senses. I raced up the stairs and began searching each room. Donnie wasn't hard to find. He was howling in pain and I saw why once I dug him out of the back of his parent's closet. Sixty percent of his right hand had been burned, and by the looks of it they were second degree burns. Not good. He fought, kicked and screamed as I dragged his little ass out of the huge walk in closet. It was an effort to hold onto his struggling ass. I headed out into the hall and it was filled with smoke and fire. I needed to vent the place. I held out my hand and charged up a Rasengan, a ball of pure energy and threw it upward, blowing a good sized hole in the roof. The hall cleared of smoke in seconds. I was still in trouble. I had to get the fuck out. I turned and went back into the parent's bedroom and slammed the door behind me, hoping the door would at least slow the fire down a bit. Everything in the house was wood, very dry wood. The fire was literally eating the house alive. I looked round the room and saw the glass sliding door. I got a better grip on my wildly struggling passenger, still screaming in pain, still fighting me, and doing a hell of a job using his heels to try and kick in my ribs. I was gonna be fucking sore in the morning.

I blew out the glass sliding door with Rasengan. I was getting much better at controlling those things. I got out and fresh air perked me up. I looked to my right and observed a big Oak tree. Perfect. I headed for it as a man was restraining the hysterical girl as the fire department arrived. I did my best to climb down and jog away from the now completely involved house. I held the little boy down as the paramedics Sandy and Bud sedated the little guy. He slowly wound down and passed out. Now they were able to do something for the hand. I looked up when I saw a lady sprint across the yard. Captain Miller intercepted her and brought her over to the little boy now restrained to the gurney. She went to pieces when she saw the thick white bandages on his right hand. A man came up to her, took her into his arms, and tried to comfort her. I faded back and let the professional handle things. I retrieved my hat and coat. Time to leave. I headed off towards home.

Miller, Sheriff Jim Wilson, and Hardy knocked on my door later in the afternoon. I went to the door and admitted them. They came in and saw me holding a book, chewing on the end of a pencil, and trying to write something at the same time.

"Working on chapter seven now," I explained.

I took a break and told them everything I had seen, heard, and done. Wilson recorded my statements on a tape recorder.

"Here's what we know," Miller started. "The girl was Donnie's babysitter. She allowed two of her friends to come over for the purpose of having sex after she got the boy down for a nap. What she was doing out of school in the first place wasn't clear. They had sex, and then lit a fragrance candle to mask the smell of the sex. Donnie apparently came down, saw the candle, and grabbed for it, he wanted to look at it. He didn't get a good grip on it and dropped it. His pajama sleeve got caught and severely burned his hand before he could put out the flames by sticking his arm under water. The candle was forgotten until the drapes went up. It didn't take long for the house to go. Donnie was so scared he hid in the closet thinking he was going to get spanked for burning himself and the house down. When you showed up he thought you were the boogeyman come to take him away to punish him and he went crazy trying to hurt you so you wouldn't hurt him."

"Kid did a hell of a job," I said, revealing the deep bruises where he heels got me when he kicked me in the sides.

"Do they hurt?" Miller asked.

"Not anymore. I used a salve to take care of the pain and some Excedrin, the back and body formula."

Miller nodded. "As to how all of this will be resolved is anybody's guess. Carol Readon of CPS will be investigating now."

I leaned back. "Am I in trouble?"

"No. People are calling you a hero," Wilson stated.

I groaned. "I'm not a hero. Just somebody who cares and wants to help people is all. That's it."

The three men nodded to that and I sighed. I hoped this hero thing wouldn't get out of hand. Last thing I needed.

"You did good, David. I'm proud of you," Hardy said.

I nodded. "Thank you sir."

That broke up the meet and Wilson followed Miller out the door. Hardy closed the front door and locked it. He turned to me with a smile.

"You need a very special treatment to help your recovery."

I liked the sound of that.

Hardy held me close to him as we rested from the sex. I felt real close to him and he was becoming more than just a friend and a casual lover for me. He was becoming someone I loved. I snuggled down into his arms and sighed.

"I love this. I love how you make me feel good. I love giving you pleasure. I love feeling you deep inside of me when you make love to me. I'm having feelings for you," I confessed to him, hoping he felt something for me.

I got silence in return. I turned to look at him. Hardy looked upset.

"David, you are a great kid, no doubt about it. Last thing I want is to break your heart. I'm touched that you feel something for me. Wouldn't you be better off being with a boy your age?" he asked me.

I knew right then that he had been playing me. I rolled away from him and stared at the wall. I felt the bed move. I listened to him dress. I heard the front door close. I locked it after he left and went back to bed. I lay there for a long time before falling asleep.

I stayed home from school the next day, it being a Friday night. I worked at my computer for a few hours advancing two chapters in the next class. I took a break, rolling myself up in a Tiger blanket I had spread out on a couch. I stared into the one picture I had on my wall of Kitsune. I guess I was more tired than I thought, dozing off in the silence. I had a nightmare of being completely trapped inside a burning building with no way to get out and people I knew screaming at me. That scared me. I sat up for a bit and then checked the time. It was getting late. I shut down my computer and headed to bed. I lay there for a time thinking about things and how I had fallen for Hardy. I decided to leave him be, as he would hurt himself soon enough. I learned from that brief relationship that people who play with others often get burned. I hoped he would. Serve him right to be hurt.

Seeing him with the cute blond from the fifth grade Monday morning hurt. Coach Daniels noted my mood and called me into his office before lunch. I really opened up and told him everything that I was feeling. He listened and then hugged me to him, his arms around me making me feel good. I left his office just before fifth period started. For the rest of the week I spent lunch in his office talking to him. He was so easy to talk to and I liked that. It was on Friday that I discovered his fetish. Coach Daniels had pictures of boys on his computer wearing girl clothes. It was mostly maid uniforms or these really outlandish frilly things. There were pictures of boys in panties, bras, bikini wear, and a few in simple dresses. I closed out the files and left the office. I observed the girls for the rest of the day and discovered they wore simple dresses, jeans, and nice tops. I didn't dare ask about their undies. A man just doesn't do that unless he has a death wish. So I needed to find out another way. I discovered the Sears catalog, something that had been under my nose the whole time. I pinched the one copy I knew I could find and flipped through the pages at home. Most of the undies in the catalog were really nice. Plain ones and ones with nice patterns. I closed the book and wondered what it would be like to experiment with wearing girl's clothes. That would have to wait, as I now had projects due in both school and holidays coming up. I was not looking forward to the holidays. I hated being alone on the holidays. Thanksgiving was just one day. I would have to suffer through at least a month of Christmas TV, advertising, and the big Christmas program at school since I was a part of the music department. I hoped to survive it in one piece with my sanity intact.

I had a lot to keep me occupied. Program rehearsals, school projects, cramming for tests, and doing winter rescue training. It was courtesy of the local scouts, and for some reason the one leader didn't like me and did his best to keep me away from them. I finally gave up on the guy only to end up saving his ass from the freezing snow when he flipped his truck into a snowdrift. I managed to dig him out, set his broken leg, and kept him from going into hypothermia. I caught a hell of a cold from the incident and missed a few days of school, pissing off Nelson and she kicked me out of the Christmas program. Real nice of her. Hardy did nothing to fix the situation, being very busy with blondie. It took a lot to keep a handle on my temper but I managed to do it. It would not do me any good to blow at her or anyone else for that matter. Members of the choir took great delight in taunting me with that and I ignored them all. I was beginning to debate leaving school for good until the accident.

We had been invited to the next town to perform for a group of people. Naturally I was dragged along as the roadie. Fine with me. At least I got out of school for the day. Even now nobody is really clear on what happened and there were many conflicting stories. But one thing people do agree on was the fact that the bus slid off the bridge and went crashing into a part of the lake so many feet down and landing on the roof. I managed to keep from getting injured and went to work getting people out, a job complicated by broken bones and so on. As I moved around the inside of the bus getting people out the emergency exit after strapping up broken bones and the like, water slowly seeped in. I soon realized we were in trouble when the water covered my shins. The bus was sinking. I worked faster and managed to get nearly everybody out. I had to work in getting some people loose from the debris of mangled seats and so on. The bus driver was dead, killed on impact. Nelson was screaming in extreme pain and I managed to move a pair of seats apart to extract her. I got her out and turned back for the last man. Brock Lerner was, in two words, a chick magnet. He was very handsome, very popular, and could sing. Girls drooled at the sight of him. Compared to him I was a nothing. At the moment he was trapped under a jumble of seats. All I could see of him was a hand. The bus was beginning to sink faster. The mud underneath us was giving way and the bus would be lost in a matter of moments. I called up Tetsusaiga and sliced up the seats do I could rescue him. I managed to get him out before the water could cover his face. He was in a very bad way. He had a piece of metal sticking out of his chest. I checked to see if it had gone through. It hadn't. I packed plenty of wet shirts in and around the wound to keep him from bleeding out. In one respect the freezing cold would freeze the blood at the injury site. The bad news was that he could suffer hypothermia at a much faster rate. Not good odds. He was in serious trouble.

I emerged from the back of the bus seconds before the back of it slid under the water and out of sight. I towed Brock to the shore into the hands of the waiting rescuers. I got pulled out and wrapped up in blankets from head to toe. I spent two nights in the hospital to make sure I was going to be okay. The only people who showed any concern for me was Coach Daniels and Captain Miller. The female population at the school immediately started a Brock Lerner vigil, and while I was touched by their concern for him because of his critical injury, they ignored the fact that I had frozen my ass off to go get him. I did wish him a speedy recovery and hoped he would get well. I was just very happy to get home and put all of it behind me.

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