David

Young Dragon

Part 3

Firefighter

Chapters 5-8

Chapter 5

"Never let me catch you invading my privacy again," he growled.

He pushed me out the door and I headed home.

I didn't go out in the three weeks we were off from school. One, it was just too damn cold to go out. Two, it was nice and warm here in the apartment. Three, I just had way too much to do. Captain Miller called on me a few times to make sure I was okay. I seriously respected him for that. It told me he was a man who looked out for people. Got to respect a man who does that. The only time I did go out was to work out in the gym. Got to keep up on my training. I did see one of the kids who was on the bus that morning. He nodded to me and I nodded back. He shook hands with me and said thanks. That made my day. I kept myself entertained with my growing video collection. I did at least two videos a night after I was done with my classes for the day. I managed to put myself ahead so I could afford to slow down a little. The three weeks passed by quietly and so did the holidays.

January 1978. A New Year, new resolutions, and hopefully good things. Hardy was back and he looked upset. I wondered if his pretty boy toy snookered him and decided I didn't care. Coach Daniels nodded to me and I had the feeling that all was forgiven. I had yet to find out. Brock Lerner returned to school and the girls trailed him round the campus wanting to minister to his needs. I wanted to heave up. What truly surprised me was his meeting me in the office in front of witnesses.

"I wanted to thank you for saving my life," he said.

I was shocked by that. "You were aware of everything going on? You appeared to be out of it."

"I was aware," he said. "I know you managed to break me loose from all those seats and got me out of the bus after making sure I wouldn't bleed to death. Thank you. I owe you a life debt."

He nodded to me as he said that, and shook my hand. He turned to the lady at the counter, presented his release to resume PE, and left the office with the crowd of girls following after him. A couple of them hissed at me and I laughed out loud. Jealous little bitches. Choir got better, Mrs. Nelson being a bit nicer to me. She apologized to me and the matter was dropped. Amazing how a life crisis can change a person.

School got underway with a bang. Literally. I had gone out into the hall on assignment for Izuma and was passing the boy's bathroom when suddenly there was a loud explosion. The blast knocked the door off the hinges, blew the windows out, and started a fire. I yanked the fire pull and went into the bathroom to find a punker laying on the floor his right hand a bloody mess. He had passed out from the pain. The fire was getting started so I managed to get him off the floor and got him out using a fireman's carry. I carried him out and to the arriving ambulance. They took over and started his treatment. I went back to the bathroom to see what I could do and told nothing. I stood back and observed. Once everything settled down, I went into the cafeteria bathrooms. When I came out Hardy was there.

"We need to see you in the office, David."

Sheriff Jim Wilson and Captain Miller interviewed me. I told them everything I had seen, done, and said. I was sent back to class after giving my report. The school talked about it all day long and I got asked about the incident. In the back of my mind I wondered about the punk. Why did he show up with the explosives? I went to see Hardy after school to ask him about the punker.

"He was a student here some years ago," Hardy said, leaning back in his chair. "I caught him dealing drugs in his junior year and he blames me for getting him arrested and expelled. He beat the drug charges by getting back to his house before the cops got there and cleaning everything out. He sued the city for alleged police brutality, sued me for expelling him without evidence, accused me of planting drugs on him during the search, and for allegedly beating him up. He pops up every now and then to harass me. Stupid punk will never learn that everything that happened to him was his own fault."

I smiled. "Most people blame others for their misfortunes. I learned long ago that if I make a mistake it's my own fault, not yours or anybody else's."

"Wish more kids thought like you do," Hardy stated.

"It all has to do with maturity," I said. "Some of us kids are a lot more mature than others and can make much better choices about their lives."

Hardy nodded. "Exactly. You are a lot smarter than people give you credit for. Once they get to know you things will get better.""

"I try," I grinned.

Hardy sighed and then looked up at me. "What are the chances of us getting together again? I messed up really bad with that kid I was messing with and nearly got toasted. I really messed up where you and I are concerned and I know it. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

I thought about it for a few minutes. "I think we can try again."

He smiled and hugged me. "Thank you."

Hardy showed up at me apartment later that afternoon with a pair of brown bags. I stepped back and let him in.

"In the middle of something?" he asked.

I headed back to the computer. "I am."

"How much time do you have left?" he asked me going into the kitchen.

I considered the content on my screen. "I'd say an hour at the most."

"Good. Carry on there then," Hardy said and I went back to work.

Something smelled good. My tummy growled and I turned to see what was going on. Hardy was moving round the kitchen doing something and he noticed me looking.

"Fifteen minutes," I announced.

He smiled. "Perfect. Nearly done here."

I finally got done with the current assignment and closed out. Hardy looked up as I went into the bathroom to wash up. I came into the kitchen and he had a dinner on the table. He sat me down and served me up. Italian pasta. I got to eat and we had a really nice dinner. After wards we went to sit on the couch in the living room. Hardy pulled me in close and I snuggled into him. He kissed me on the cheek and I sighed. This was a nice way to end a day. Couldn't ask for something better. Hardy kissed me once more.

The call went out for a search and rescue unit to participate in a search for a missing toddler Saturday afternoon. I reported in at the command center with my rescue pack. I had done the smart thing and joined some time ago and participated in all of their training sessions. I even played the role of lost hiker in the snow last month and that had been fun. Today it was serious. A four year old boy had wandered away from his older brother while digging in the snow to build a snow fort for a snowball fight. I went to the location after drawing my assigned area and looked around. I skirted along the edge of the tree line going round the park in question, and found a fresh broken branch. The first clue. I waved my hands for attention and people rushed over. I showed them my find. All of us spread out to look for more clues. I found more broken branches and began to follow the trail, a hunter following me. There had been wolves reported in the area and we wanted to find the kid before dark. I stopped when the trail split off.

"I'll go to the right. You stay on this one kid," he growled at me.

I nodded. "Yes sir."

I kept on following the trail in front of me. Once I was sure the man was out of range, I relaxed for a moment and brought my hands up in front of me, both index fingers touching. I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply. In a moment I was in Getsumi no Michi. I let my senses go. A few minutes later I found something and headed towards it. It was a mitten, with a smiley face on it. It had to be the boy's. I stretched out my senses, found the trail, and began to follow it. The trail took a few turns here and there but it was still there. I moved at top speed for some time concentrating on finding the boy. And I did. Unfortunately he had company. The wrong kind of company. A pack of wolves surrounded him. He had taken refuge underneath a downed tree. One wolf was trying to reach him. The kid was telling the world just how scared he was. I drew bow and arrows out of shadow and made ready. My first shot was with an arrowhead that was a flash bang. It would knock the crap out of the wolves. That got changed when the kid's tone of voice changed. I saw the first wolf pull the kid out of safety by his left heel, having bitten through the soft shoe and into the heel. I changed arrows for one with a spear point. I drew a bead on the wolf and fired. It was a perfect shot, the arrow sliding into the wolf at an angle, close to the right front leg, going into the chest. He dropped right on the spot and the kid crawled right back into his hidey hole. I fired the flash bang arrow and it exploded in the middle of the pack, sending them in all directions. One of them made for the boy but I stopped him with my third shot through the right shoulder into the body. He dropped and the remaining members of the pack ran off. I jogged down to where he was and he saw me coming and held out his hands for me. It was getting dark and I needed to get him out of here now.

"Young Dragon to the Smokey over," I called into the radio.

"Smokey here," Wilson's Texas drawl came out of the radio.

"Be advised I have located our target. I say again I have located our target. He is in need of immediate medical attention, having been attacked by a wolf. Stand by for GPS coordinates," I reported.

"Young Dragon congratulations on the find. Impossible to get the chopper in there until first light. How are you fixed for camping out there?"

Shit. Not what I wanted to hear. "I'm good, got plenty of food and supplies," I returned and gave my GPS coordinates from my Magellan.

"Roget that," Wilson's voice said and then there was silence.

I heaved a sigh and then went right to work.

I built up the fire right at zero five hundred in the morning. I made sure it wasn't too close to the tree line. I had wrapped up the two dead wolves in plastic I had with me for transport back in the event the doctors wanted to check for rabies and other things. Mason, as the little boy was called, managed a bit of sleep during the night. I had hit him with a child sized dose of painkiller to help him with the pain and wrapped his foot tight to stop the bleeding. I turned over the snow in the blood area to keep other animals from showing up. I had one of those collapsible bows in my pack plus a few of my spear point arrows in the event they wanted to know how I got the beasties. I turned slightly to the north when I heard something coming. It was the chopper. It moved overhead and swung round in a circle and I shoveled snow onto the fire to put it out. I went back for Mason. All I could see of him was the top of his curly brown hair as he was well wrapped up in the blankets I had. Three men jogged in and I pointed to the plastic wrapped wolves. They went onto a stretcher. Mason went onto a second one and as we got to the helicopter he woke up.

"Good morning Mason," I said. "We are going home in a helicopter!"

The smile on his face was a very good sign. We propped him up in a seat and strapped him in and off we went. His parents met the helicopter on the pad in front of the emergency room. I carried him in and turned him over to the doctors. The dead wolves went straight to the lab for examination. I had marked the plastic around the one who bit the boy as having been the biter. I went to the police station, went through an interview of the events, and signed the statements. I went right into the bath as soon as I got home. Hardy was there to administer a very personal form of first aid, the kind that I truly appreciated. He put me to bed after the bath and gave me a nice massage. I conked out halfway through it.

I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I took Hardy back. I thought he had learned his lesson with the blond forth grader but apparently he hadn't. I saw him kissing a cute fifth grader. I knew who he was. He wore glasses, had his hair parted in the middle, wore very nice clothes, had a very handsome face, and his parents were super rich. Hardy saw me watching them and turned around, showing me his back. I knew now what he was. He was a player. I backed up into the body of Coach Daniels. He saw what it was I was looking at and shook his head.

"Come with me David," he said.

I followed him to the PE office. I sat down on the couch while he took his office chair. All of the coaches had their own office that opened out into a common room and the either went directly outside or into the locker room. They also shared a shower but I knew for a fact that Coach Daniels showered in the boy's locker room. I had seen him do it a few times and liked the look of his very manly body. Coach Daniels was built.

"Hardy is a player. He likes to take boys to his bed and make it with them a few times before he loses interest in them. That's not right. I don't think that way. I am interested in boys when they start their changes. I like watching them change from little preteens into big teenagers and then into men. There are a few boys that I'm currently watching. But there is one that I'm interested in taking to bed and teaching him about male love. I'll get him started and then introduce him to another boy and hope they hit it off," Coach Daniels said.

"You're a matchmaker," I said.

He smiled. "That I am, kid. I like to watch them fall in love and become a couple. I teach them to be discrete with their relationship and they do. I do have one particular fetish, and that's boys who cross dress, boys who like to wear girl clothes. Fun to watch them dress up."

"That's cool," I said. "I don't have anything against that, I just believe it's something that should be kept at home and not paraded around in public."

"So I've heard. I respect your opinion and so do the boys I know here in town that cross dress and all of us believe you are right. We do have a gathering at least once a month where we dress up and have fun together. You are not ready for that," he stated.

I looked up in shock. He smiled.

"How do I know? I looked at the disc you made on my computer and discovered what kind of dress up you were interested in. You, like the majority of the boys I know, like the simple things and that's cool. If you are interested in experimenting with it all you have to do is approach me and tell me. I can arrange something," he said.

I nodded. "Okay. I do need to think about this first."

He handed me the disc I had made from his computer. "Fair enough. You can always talk to me if and when you have questions."

I smiled. "Thanks boss."

He laughed and shooed me out of the PE office.

I went home. I stopped at my mailbox first and checked my mail. Nothing today, and that was good. I spent the evening looking at the disc Coach Daniels returned to me and he had organized them much better and added a bunch more pictures. I enjoyed looking at them all and read the text files too. Nicely written stories, too. Some of the videos were cool, others just plain silly. I made a note to mention that to the coach the next time I saw him. I put the disc away in a safe hiding spot. Since it was Friday and I was ahead in everything, I decided it was to be a kick back night. I checked the paper for a good movie and there wasn't one playing. I went to the corner, picked up my guitar, and practiced for an hour. Felt good to pick it up and play again. Should do it more often as it was a great stress reliever.

Monday morning. It looked to be a clear day and it seemed to be just a bit less colder today. It was late January by now and we were into the finals week for the first half of the school year. I crossed my fingers and hoped I would do well. I got to school and Hardy waved at me. I walked over to see what was up. He nodded as I stopped in front of him.

"Just wanted to let you know Two Ton Tony is coming back today," he said. "He's got a lot of people concerned."

"Very cool," I said. "Be nice to see him again."

Hardy nodded. "He's had a hard time of it. His doctors and CPS worked him and his mother over really good and the end result is that he has changed a lot. His mother is now feeding him a much better diet and he is watching what he eats. He's taking lots of pills for various things."

"I wouldn't doubt that. High blood pressure, heart meds, and who knows what else," I said. "Not fun."

Hardy nodded. "Good luck on your finals."

I headed for English class. Denton nodded to me as I got in before the bell. "Good morning Mr. George. Please leave your pack by the door and carry a pen with you. We are getting started."

I did and finals got started.

I had my last final Thursday morning in Choir and music. I demonstrated my skill at making music. I even recreated Jason Newstead's bass solo from a concert video and it was well received. I headed over to Coach Daniel's office when I got done. He was in his office relaxing in his chair and he definitely was in a good mood.

"David, just the man I happened to be thinking about," he said when he saw me. "How's your day going?"

"Great," I smiled. "I know I passed my choir and music final. It was an easy and fun one to do."

Coach Daniels laughed at that. "A final fun? Well, we will have to do something about that. We need to make them harder for the end of year ones. Can't let you kiddies get off easy."

I smiled as I sat down. I exhaled and Coach Daniels turned serious when I did that. He handed me a cup of tea.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

I had been thinking about this for a few days and I had finally come to a decision. I looked him square in the eyes.

"I decided to give cross dress a try," I said.

Coach Daniels nodded. "Okay. I really don't have anything going on this weekend as I did all my grading on the finals as I went. I can and will tell you that Coach Patrick has been impressed with your athletic ability and you got an A in his class. Good going. You can come home with me and I'll help you with it. You are welcome to stay the weekend if you so choose to."

Rumor had it that Coach Daniels lived in a big mansion on the outskirts of town that had belonged to his family ages past. It had been handed down until he got it from his father. I had seen it from a distance and now I was going to get an up close and personal look at it. I felt a tingling sensation in my balls.

"Okay. I am caught up in my fire sciences class at the moment and don't have to start a new unit for a few days," I said.

"I had heard you were doing that. I'm impressed. A friend of mine who is a firefighter tells me it's not an easy course to take. Must be a lot of work."

"It is and I'm sticking to it. I want in, and I'm going to make it happen," I said. "I want to get in the fire department."

"Good for you. Let's see, it's nearly one. Why don't you show at my place round three?" Coach Daniels suggested.

"I can do that. Gives me a chance to dump off my pack at home and get lunch," I said.

"Good. See you then," he said.

I got lucky and scored a ride back to my building. I checked my mail on the way up, there was only one bill, and it was for the cable. I can pay that on the way to Coach Daniel's. I changed clothes and went down to Hooper's Deli for lunch. Then it was to the cable office to pay the bill. The lady looked me up in her computer.

"Oh wonderful. A week early. Wish more people did that," she said as she took my money and issued me a receipt.

I walked out and was in time to catch a bus to Coach Daniel's side of town. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Coach Daniels opened the door and let me in. It was nice inside. I felt very comfortable right away. He led me into the living room and I sat down on a couch while he went into the kitchen and returned with tea.

"In here I'm Keith," he stated. "Leave all of that Coach Daniels stuff outside. That stuff is for school"

I smiled. "Yes sir."

We talked about this and that for a bit and then he approached the subject I was here for. I felt nervous.

"Cross dressing is not for everybody. If you feel it is not your thing after you have tried it, that's fine. At least you made an effort to try it. Nobody in our little group is going to give you a hard time because you didn't like it. Cross dress is exactly what it means. A guy dressing in girl's clothes. A girl in a boy's clothes. Some like certain aspects of it and others don't. It all comes down to personal preference. This weekend you will learn what it is all about," Keith said. "So, are you ready to give it a go?"

I sighed and nodded. He stood up and led me up the stairs to the first room on the right. He opened the door and we went in. It was a good sized room. There were chairs scattered about. There were three small makeup stations in the room. He led me to the closet and opened the door. It was a huge walk in closet. I saw all kinds of dresses in there. I started browsing and a majority of them I liked. There were a few fancy and frilly dressed. I skipped over them and kept going. I came out after a moment and Keith nodded to me.

"Now that you have seen what there is. How do you feel?" he asked.

I sat down in one of the chairs and thought for a moment. "Okay, I guess."

Keith nodded at that. "Okay. That's a start. Now let's get you into something."

I stood up and stripped down to naked. Keith looked me over and nodded.

"You're developing nicely," he said. "Work out a lot?"

"Every morning," I said as he opened a drawer.

Keith turned around a moment later and approached me. "Good for you. I've heard the fire department is a very physical job."

He handed me a pair of panties, white in color. I put them on first and went to look in the mirror. They looked nice on me. Keith came up behind me holding a bra. I put my arms through the straps and he pulled them up, secured it in back, and adjusted the cups in front to cover my nipples.

"Very nice," he commented.

I went to sit down in a chair and he handed me a pair of pink ankle socks. He came out of the closet with a blue dress. It looked like a simple one and I liked it. He advised me in how to put it on. I strapped a pair of tan low heels on me and I was done. I followed him down and went to sit in the sitting room. Before long a few more boys showed and they went up to dress. Keith put up dinner and called us into the dining room. All six of us girls went in for dinner. It turned into a nice evening as we talked about various things. I felt relaxed around them. They were just ordinary boys who liked to cross dress was all. We had a great evening, discussing all manner of things and people. I went to bed in a pink nightie like the boys who were staying the night.

The next morning I was up early as was my habit to do so. I went into the gym and started my workout, going all out as I usually do. I went back to my room and had a shower. I dressed in panties, bra, pink ankle socks, and a blue casual dress. I relaxed in the sitting room with the other boys. As the day wore on, a pair of them would head up the stairs and I knew they were going back to the bedrooms for sex. Eventually the coach took me up to his bed and we had sex. I enjoyed it. It was fun, relaxing, pleasing and provided me with a lot of pleasure. Feeling his cock deep inside of me was great. He did have to lift my dress up to get at me and that was kind of fun. But the whole scene just didn't do anything for me. Late afternoon I decided to call it quits. I went up and got dressed back in my boy clothes and headed home. Keith understood and so did the other boys. One of them stated he respected me for having tried it one time. I told them I would safeguard their secret and they were happy by that.

I did get involved in a rescue on the way home. I was standing on a corner waiting for a light to change when a truck went flying past me and smashed into a van full of kids. I went to work helping victims out of the van after I confirmed the driver of the truck was dead. The kids who were sitting in the impact area got the worst injuries. I was in the process of using a length of wood to duct tape one kid down when Miller and his crew arrived. They broke out their backboards and helped me get the critical injured kids out. The van driver was the absolute worst. I wasn't sure if he was still alive. I went into the gas station on the corner with Wilson and Miller for coffee and gave both of them my statement. When I got back to the apartment I sat down and wrote out a report for Wilson and Miller. I'd give it to them the next time I saw them. I found out later that all of the kids would pull through. Major relief. The van driver would make it too. As the truck driver was dead there wasn't anybody the parents could sue. That changed when the man's driving record came to light. The company the man worked for claimed or tried to claim that they knew nothing about the driver's record. One of the parents went and got an application that stated a copy must be submitted to even be considered for the job. Caught red handed, the company gave in and paid the suits. Then they went out of business and fired off people telling them the company could not stay in business because of the malicious lawsuits against them. The owners disappeared. A group of people took over the business and built it back up after changing the name and other things. I thought that was cool.

I spent the rest of the weekend working on my fire science class. I used the opportunity to get ahead. I checked my standings and to my surprise I was in the top ten. That really surprised me. I was very happy to see I was doing so well. I was beginning to think I really was going to make it. That was a real kick of confidence I needed to keep going. I was learning new things every day and I liked that. The online class was very easy to work and I could print out anything I needed to and usually did. I could go at my pace in the privacy of my apartment and not have to dress up for the class and carry around books. I had everything I needed right there in my apartment. I thought life was really good in that moment.

I met Two Ton Tony Monday morning. He looked good, his color was good, and he had lost a bit of weight. He approached me and shook my hand.

"Thanks for saving my life. I've done a major turn around and getting better all the time. I'm getting counseling, working out, eating better, and following my doctor's orders. Mom is getting counseling too. Both of us are talking more and life is looking good again," he said with a smile.

"Tony. It's good to see you improving. Keep it up," I said with a smile.

Hardy nodded to me as Tony headed off to his class. I nodded back and went to my first class of the new semester. I hoped this one would be a good one.

I sat down in my recliner when I got home from school. It had been a good day, starting out well by meeting Tony. My classes were okay, no real change there. I did meet a boy during the day. His name was Marc, and he was one of the boys who was into cross dressing and did it on a regular basis at home. He shared an apartment with an older sister who worked all of the time. Marc got most of his girl clothes from his sister. She did freak at first and then realized it was a hell of a lot better than Marc getting into drugs and in trouble with the wrong kind of friends. I had to agree with that. Marc and I attentively felt each other out and as the conversation continued, my confidence rose. By the end of lunch we were very comfortable with each other. I thought Marc would make a nice friend. I had no idea we would be lovers for a time. Life is funny like that.

I was sipping a cup of tea when Marc came calling on me. I let him in and he was wearing a trench coat due to the cold outside. He lived in the building next to mine. When he took the coat off I noticed he was wearing a short dress that looked nice on him. I thought he had guts for wearing that here.

"Thank you," he smiled as he settled himself on the couch with a cup of tea. "I feel more at home in a dress than a t-shirt and jeans."

"You look very nice," I said.

He smiled. "Thank you. I like your place."

"Thank you. I have a big interest in the Japanese culture and lifestyle. Had a hard time finding Japanese art to buy and hang on my walls," I said.

"I like some of these scrolls," Marc said.

It had taken some doing to find and get them and they had been worth it. I now had a nice collection on the walls.

"Thank you," I smiled.

We chatted about this and that for a bit and I started to get very relaxed around him. Marc seemed to be relaxed with me.

"How did you get started in all of this?" I asked.

He smiled at the question. "I was always getting into my sister's clothes, even as a little baby. It kind of went from there."

I noticed that he was moving in on me a little at a time and eventually had leaned into me. I kind of liked the feeling of having somebody there with me and I liked the feeling a lot. It was something I was missing out on a lot and didn't like that. The idea of having a lover near me was appealing especially a very cute one like Marc. I considered getting into a relationship with him and decided to let things be. What is going to happen will happen. Just the way life is. He elected to go home for the night and I went to bed alone. I was used to that but the pull on me to have a mate and share my bed was great. I hoped it would work out. Be nice to have a full time lover again.

Hardy had his cock up my ass. I had gone into his office to discuss something and ended up getting his cock up my ass. Not that I'm complaining. It had been some time since I got fucked last. I lay on his desk on my back, legs in the air, his cock stuffed inside of me, and getting ridden by him. I loved it. He held onto my hips and fucked me hard. I watched his face as he went through all of the pleasure he was getting. I was enjoying the pleasure, too. I kept on telling him what a strong man he was and begging him to give me his strength and so on. The man got his arms around me and lifted me off the desk as I wrapped my legs around him. He shivered as he kept on fucking me until he shot off deep inside of me. I sighed, feeling a lot better now that I had gotten fucked good. Hardy backed off and I got off his desk.

"Thank you. I really needed that," I said as I put myself back together.

Hardy drew me in and I slid onto his lap and into his arms. "No, thank you for letting me make love to you. You are one of the best boys I've ever had."

"So I'm part of your stable?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yes. I don't mind you playing around either. Just be careful, okay?"

I promised Hardy I would.

I made the same promise to Coach Daniels as he buried his cock deep into me in his office after school. I was on my knees in his office chair and he took me from behind. I sighed as I felt that big man cock slide into my anus. I shivered from the pleasure as he started riding me. I hung on to the chair as he pushed it and me up against the wall. I enjoyed feeling his big man's body against my smaller boy's body. He grunted into my ear as he thrust up into me. I felt his cock unload into me and knew he had orgasmed deep inside of me and I liked that. He pulled out of me and went into his private bathroom to remove the condom he had used inside of me off his big cock. I petted it a few times after he had fucked me with it. Eventually I got on my knees and sucked him off. I love having man cock in my ass and mouth. I'd have to take on the entire football sometime just for the hell of it. I was sure Daniels could arrange it if he wanted to. I smiled at the thought.

Marc was waiting for me when I got home. He brought over a bit of dinner and I appreciated it. In return I showed him every thing I was doing on my computer. He thought it was cool that I wanted to be a firefighter and promised to support me all the way to my goal. I was elated to have found another supporter. What would make it all perfect would be to have somebody in my bed. If I had to choose, it would be him. He did more than just come over and show his support, he actually helped me by feeding me with meals from my refrigerator. That boy could cook! He would massage my shoulders every now and then to make me feel better and to recharge me. I truly liked that part. I told him that he was welcome here anytime he wanted to be here and he smiled at that. I gave him a key to the front door. He was truly happy with that and came round nearly all of the time. He would sit close to me and do his homework while I worked on my classes. He did eventually creep into my bed and I was truly happy. Marc knew I needed man cock in my ass and I knew he liked having Hardy or Daniels in his ass. They fucked both of us one time lying side by side and all four of us enjoyed the experience. We repeated it quite a few times too. Life was looking good.

Chapter 6

"Thank you David. I'll do what I can to get them removed from the school. I'll leave you out of it if I can," he told me.

"Good luck," I said and left the locker room.

The snows were starting to clear up by now. I knew that rainy season meant possible mud slides and possible rescues in the city's storm drain system. They were located on the outskirts of town and it wasn't always feasible to carry swift water rescue gear with me. I approached the problem from all angles and came up with possible solutions for the problems. I factored in everything possible and managed to at least on paper, squeeze out Senior Murphy. I submitted the documents to the fire science class and to Captain Miller. I got a lot of interesting comments from the research.

Marc was now spending all of his time with me as he really didn't have any friends his age. It is hard being a ten year old gay boy as I knew all too well, and his being a cross dresser made it harder on him. He found a kind of refuge with Coach Daniel's young friends but he found a much better refuge with me. I treated him as a human being and showed him respect. He did what he could to help me in my studies, encouraged me when I needed it, and loved me. When we had sex I did what I could to please him. We did everything except for anal sex, something Marc really didn't like to do often and I respected his wishes on that. I wasn't going to force him into something he didn't want.

We were moving slowly into spring 1978 now. With it would come rainy season and then after that would be the summer. I sat down to look at things and to decide what to do during the three months I would be out of school. Naturally I planned on continuing to study for my fire science degree. Just because it was going to be summer and I'd be out of the Lake Wells School for the summer didn't mean I could kick back. I still needed to work as hard as I had been. It just meant I now had the opportunity to really move ahead. I also needed to start planning on the physical training part for when I went to the academy down in the southeastern corner. Captain Miller never commented on any of that and I didn't push it. It wasn't the right time yet. I went to the empty warehouse to plan my physical training. I wanted to set up different kinds of scenarios and work out rescues in any kind of situation, from office situations to homes to any kind of a store. I even planned on a situation at the school. To do that I went to look at the school's fire evacuation plan. I liked how it had been worked up and said so.

"That's because I wrote it up myself," Hardy said.

"I like it. You planned for nearly every possibility," I told him after handing it back. "Great job."

Hardy nodded. "Thanks. I just hope we never had to use it."

I hoped so too. It was comforting to know it was there if needed.

I needed to start working my ninja skills and practice my jutsus more. I had gone deep into the forest once a week to practice them and while I was still good at them I needed to be better. A number of them I could use in a structure fire situation, others I had to be very careful with. But as a ninja I could go all out with them on the enemy if needed. So far I hadn't needed to call on those skills. But I continued to practice them one day a week. Now I needed to pick up the pace on that training and I did. I wanted them to be second nature to me. Same thing for my physical training. I needed to be able to look into a situation and react immediately. March and April had been relatively quiet and I was happy about that. It meant that I could get things done and I did. It enabled me to spend time with Marc, something we enjoyed immensely. Most evenings we would be snuggling up together on the couch enjoying each other's company. I had a TV but we didn't watch it much because we didn't like what was on these days. There was very little we did like. One show I did like was 'Emergency' with Kevin Tighe and Randolph Mantooth. The show centered round them but there were some sequences that made for good study in firefighting technique. I would comment on each episode in the chat room at the online class every Monday. Marc was a big fan of Lawrence Welk. He taught me ballroom dancing and it got to be a lot of fun. There was a little club in town that had dancing, but since we were underage we couldn't get in so Marc would sometimes bring over his collection of ballroom music and we'd dance to them. The last week of April he looked gloomy and I wondered why.

"My sister is moving us to Portland," he informed me. "I really don't want to go. I like it here too much."

I didn't blame him. I liked this small town. I felt very comfortable here. I felt for Marc and he had a few arguments with his sister over it and in the end he gave in. The last night he was with me he clung to me and cried. I felt for him. I stood on the sidewalk the next morning and watched him drive away. I headed back upstairs to my apartment and sat in the recliner for a time before getting back to work with my cramming for the year end finals. I hoped they would be easy.

Finals week was up on us the third week of May. What peace and quiet I had enjoyed in March and April had gone out the window as they got started. It wasn't just those finals I faced, either. I had to deal with the end of fire class finals too. That one I could take on line and that meant I could use all of my notes and things. It was due Saturday night at midnight. That gave me all of Friday night into Saturday morning and all day Saturday right up to midnight. Perfect. The school finals started Monday morning, three of them. Tuesday I had two of them. Wednesday was my last one. We were now out of school for the summer. That made me very happy. I spent all of Thursday cramming for the fire science class final. Friday morning I sat down in front of the computer and started it. I took my time. I studied each question and using my notes and visualization techniques, answered the questions the best I could. I was done with it by six in the evening on Friday. I sent it off and closed out the website. My next class wasn't until the middle of June. I had time to relax, and that's what I was going to do.

I kicked back all weekend, relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet. As it was getting nice and warm out there I was able to wear my very short jean shorts and a half mesh shirt, what I considered my summer uniform. I know quite a few men and boys looked at me as I hit the street Monday afternoon heading to the movies. The new James Bond was playing and I wanted to see it. I ran into some of the cross dressers from Coach Daniel's house.

"Ricky, Brad! Here to see the new James Bond movie?" I asked them.

They were a couple and very much in love with each other.

"We are," Ricky said. "Are you?"

"Yes. Need some popcorn and a coke," I said, heading for the concessions counter to get munchies.

We settled in one of the rows halfway down. I don't like getting too close to the screen, you ten to get eye strain and might miss something. I preferred a middle to the back seat so I could see everything.

"Have you talked to Keith lately?" Brad asked me as we sat down.

"No. This is my first real day out of my apartment," I said. "I had my final in the fire science class I'm taking online."

"How is that going?" Ricky asked.

"Good. I'm done with two of the classes now and will be doing one over the summer. It's going fairly well."

"David, if you succeed in getting all the way to your goal you will be making a big statement for all of kid kind," Brad said.

I thought about it for a few minutes and decided he was right.

Brad was a very strong supporter for kid's rights. I agreed with a lot he stood for, but not all of it. I was of the opinion that a kid should be allowed to do what they want, to be what they want given the chance to. I had been given this chance, and I wasn't going to blow it. I had way too much at stake.

"I know, Brad. I know deep down I'm going to make it," I said.

"Keith is planning on putting in a huge swimming pool on his property and allowing us girls to use it since Teger got us kicked out of the community pool last summer. It happened before you got here. Idiot wore a girl's bikini into the pool and all of us got banned too. My parents were furious and threatened lawsuit. They eventually cooled off and I never went back there again. So now Keith is building a big pool for all of us to have a safe place to swim and sun," Ricky informed me with a big smile on his face.

Before I could say anything the lights went down and the movie got started. I got involved in the movie and forgot all about it. The movie was great, and I really enjoyed it. Roger Moore in my opinion made a great James Bond.

After the movie I went to eat at Stella's. I was in the mood for something really good and she never failed to serve up something good. The pasta plate was perfect and I enjoyed it. I went grocery shopping at the small store on the corner of my building and picked up a few things. Mrs. Deware was collecting her mail as she usually did in the late afternoon and I said hello on my way up. I got everything away when the phone rang.

"David? It's Coach Daniels. How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm good. Just got in from a movie and shopping," I said.

"So I heard. Brad and Ricky were with you," he said.

I smiled. The little gossips. "I hear you are putting in a pool."

"I am, and you have an outstanding invitation to come use it anytime you wish. Just let me know when you are coming," he said.

"Sure. Be nice to get into a pool not crowded with little hyper kids," I said. "I am planning on taking my Red Cross Lifeguard Certification there. First class is tomorrow. It's a skill I need."

"Oh nice. Good luck with that. The community pool does have a good crew of lifeguards this year," Keith said.

"Very important," I said.

"Indeed. I do have a boat at the marina. I do like to go out on the lake to take anybody water skiing if I get enough people interested. So let me know if that is something that you want to do," Keith stated.

Haven't done that in some time. "Sounds like fun."

"I've got to get going here, the pool contractors are here. Talk to you later," he said and hung up.

I put the phone down and decided to go play on the computer.

I bumped into Dr. Evans and Michael a few days later at the nearby gas station. I had gone in to put a little air in my bike tires and they pulled in to gas up. Michael was happy to see me.

"Hey Michael, how are you?" I asked as he came up to me.

He smiled. "I'm great! Uncle Troy and I are going to visit friends today."

"Very cool," I said.

The last time I had seen them was when I got my physical for school. We never did get the chance to sit down and discuss things. I looked up as Dr. Evans walked over to us and I stood up.

"Hello David," he said with a warm smile on his face. "Nice to see you."

We shook hands. "Good to see you sir."

"Lovely weather," he sighed. "Nice to get out of the office."

"I've been cooped up inside my apartment dealing with my online class in fire science and I've got a break before the summer semester starts. Decided to get out for a bit today," I said. "Needed exercise."

"Good, good. Perhaps you would be interested in joining us at my cabin on the lake for an afternoon. I have a grill there and could put up some steaks," Dr. Evans proposed, and I had the feeling it would be an afternoon to remember. Sounded like fun.

"Sure!" I smiled. "Sounds like a great idea!"

It was. I had been wanting to discuss the bondage scene with them ever since I had seen Michael in that shiny black shortie suit with the collar round his neck. I reached up for my collar and Evans smiled as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Good. I have your number, I shall call you sometime this coming week," he said. "Be nice to have you over."

I grinned. "Please do! Be nice to spend time with friends."

They headed back to their car and left. I got on my bike and continued my ride around town. It really was a nice day.

True to his word Troy Evans did call me. I was working a problem in the fire science class I was taking in the summer semester when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"David, It's Troy Evans calling. How are you?" he asked.

I figured out the answer to the problem. "I'm good. How about you?"

"Just fine. Got a lull in the action here so I thought I would call you and invite you out to the cabin this Saturday," he said.

I glanced at my calendar. "Sure. I would be honored to be your guest there."

"Great. Can you be there about one?" he asked.

"I can. I just need to know where you are," I said.

He gave me the address and then the directions. I copied them down and repeated them back. He confirmed them and hung up as his eleven o' clock appointment had shown up. I went back to work on the class.

I showed up at the house a bit before one Saturday afternoon. It was a really nice day out and I was in a very good mood. I put my bike up on the porch of the cabin in a corner and then went to the front door. Michael opened the door in response to my knocking. He looked awesome in a harness that went round his torso. I glanced down and saw what looked like a leather jock holding something metal in place round his genitals. He wore a black leather collar and had strips of black leather around his wrists and ankles. There was a tiny chain between his ankle cuffs. He bowed me in.

"Master Troy is on the back porch sir. He wishes for me to lead you out there," Michael informed me.

I followed him out to the back porch and noted how he was able to walk with the short chain limiting his steps. An effective hobble. Troy turned to me as I came out on the back porch. He had a drink in hand. His face lit up when he saw me. He rose from his chair.

"David! How nice to see you!" he smiled as he shook my hand.

I smiled. "You have a very nice place here."

"Well, thank you! I must show you around," he said, and he did.

The cabin was laid out nice. The master bedroom was a big one. I liked how it was laid out. I did note that there wasn't a TV set. There were two guest bedrooms and then he showed me Michael's room. It was a large room and it was setup like a playroom. His bed was in the corner with leather straps running across it similar to what Don had in that room. I wondered if Troy brought Michael out here anytime he felt the need to play with the boy. This room seemed to be lacking something.

"This is a smaller version of the playroom I have at home," Troy informed me. "I am able to do some things but not everything. You will have to see it for yourself. As to how I became Michael's master, well, that is a story."

He led me back out to the porch and we sat down. The view from the back porch was great! It looked out over the lake and I could see a dock out on the water with a boat moored to it.

"Fishing is my thing," he smiled.

The back yard was a good sized yard. The fences were tall, preventing people from looking in. We could see out over the fence from where we were sitting. There were plenty of shade trees spread out over the property. The place had a nice cozy feeling to it. I could get used to this.

"Michael came to me at six years old, a wild, hyperactive child. His mother, my sister, had gotten involved with the wrong kind of people and she gave him up to me rather than drag him around with the people she followed. She's gone now, drug overdose," he said sadly. "I had been a slave to a master back in my teens and once I aged out got trained to be as master. The boys I mentored all loved me and enjoyed being mastered by me. I did my best to love them and care for them. A majority turned out to be good people."

"Very cool," I said.

Anyone who mentors a boy gets my respect.

He nodded and continued on. "Then I got Michael. My sister dropped him off on my doorstep unexpectedly one day. Rather than let him go with her I took him on and got complete custody of him. I got all of my bondage gear and locked them away in the basement of my current house not wanting him to find any of it. Well, he managed to get into the room where I had it. His curiosity got the best of him and he began trying things out. I caught him in the collar jacking off while he was trying to get one of the smaller dildos up his ass. The cheeky monkey was grinning as me while playing with his dickie and sliding his ass up and down the dildo. I saw a magazine on the floor at his feet and he was copying the boy in the picture. So the first thing I did was to get him out of there and talk to him. As it turned out his mother would put a dog collar on him and chain him to the wall while she had sex. He confessed to sneaking into the room and playing with my slave things for a long time. So the only logical conclusion was for me to enslave him. Through a combination of training, keeping him in restraints, and using medication for his hyperactivity, I managed to calm him and bring him under my control. He behaves much better. Listens to me, and does well in school. My particular hobby is leatherworking so it was easy for me to create child sized restraints. He is now ten and very experienced. I have not done anal with him as I want to wait until he turns eleven. Michael is not my only slave."

"Danny," I immediately guessed.

Troy nodded. "Yes, Danny. He was one of the boys I used to mentor. He went to med school and managed to make it nearly all the way through until he got involved in some bad business. He came to me desperate for help and I took him in. I went to bat for him and to make the long story short, got him out of his trouble and in gratitude he signed on to be my assistant. He does want to be a doctor, but has decided to put his desire on hold to continue serving me. So I teach him what I can to continue his education. The med program at Portland University has graciously allowed Danny to continue his studies online so he can get his license to practice. He is simply not allowed on the campus. The guilty parties? They were dismissed and blacklisted from the profession. Their attorneys were good enough to ensure that Danny could not go back, but they lost the fight to blacklist him as well."

Nice people.

"All this talk has made me hungry. Let's get the steaks going," he suggested, getting out of his chair.

I liked that idea.

It was early evening when we settled into the living room with Michael at Troy's feet. Dinner had been fantastic and I liked the steak I had. Troy looked very relaxed and he reached down to pet Michael on the head.

"Now I have told you about us. I'd like to hear your story," he said.

I sighed and nodded. I got my thoughts together and told him my story. I told him of what I had gone through. I told him of my sexual experiences. He listened the entire time I was talking. He said nothing after I concluded my tale. He sipped his drink and continued to pet Michael on the head.

"So," he said after a few minutes of silence, "you wish to explore bondage for pleasure, having experienced a very painful bondage at the hands of those animals. This Don showed you how pleasurable it can be. I can take you much farther. I agree with the man in his statement that bondage can be used for pleasure if done right. He gave you a taste for it and now you wish to get more of it. I can do this for you. But you must be willing to trust me. That is a key ingredient in a master and slave relationship. I can and will take you as far as possible. Are you willing to trust me?"

That was a question I was debating. Could I allow him to master me? To be at his beck and call? Would he interfere with my life plans? I needed to answer these questions, and right now. I decided to step out in faith.

"I am," I said.

He nodded. "Good. We can start anytime. How are you fixed this summer?"

"I have signed up for three classes this summer session at the online school for fire science. Once the school year starts I go back to one class each semester. I am scheduled to finish off the fire science course in April of next year. I do have to go to the school in the southeastern corner of Oregon to take the huge exam to pass. If I do pass then it's into the fire academy for the summer. Pass it and I get my badge and join the Lake Wells fire department," I said. "It's what I really want to do."

"It sounds like you have everything planned out," Evans said.

"Can't get through life without a plan," I said.

Evans nodded. "Very true. But then things do happen to throw us off the course."

He was right about that. But I was still determined to reach my goal.

We made plans to meet at his house the next weekend. I felt a bit nervous but hell, he was my doctor. We had sat here for most of the day and talked. He told me everything, and I had revealed to him my life. I think after all of that talk he wouldn't try to take advantage of me. It would be a very big mistake on his part. I said goodnight and headed home. I sat in my easy chair in the living room and thought about things. So far things had gone well for me here. People seemed to have accepted me and I was happy about that. I began to nod off and decided that now was a good time to go to bed. I settled into bed and relaxed. I dreamed of Michael and me playing together while Troy directed us and it was such a pleasant dream. Damned phone had to go and ruin it right at the best part.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hey David," the voice said.

I smiled. "Howdy do, Coach. What's up?"

"Sorry to wake you up. I am trying to pull together a soccer team to take on a group of kids from another PE class. Interested?"

"Sure. When and where?" I asked, fully awake now.

"The playing fields at one this afternoon at the school. Pizza afterwards," Keith said.

"I'll be there," I said.

I stood up and stretched out. This should be fun.

I arrived at the school and put my bike into the racks by the boy's locker room. I paused by the baseball diamond to watch the adults play. They looked like they were having fun, too. I watched as the pitcher threw a good ball. What happened next wasn't supposed to happen. The batter hit it dead on and it flew in a straight line at the pitcher's head and hit him on the right side of the forehead before anyone could react. I raced out to the mound after the guy went down. I got there and immediately checked his pulse and breathing. His pulse was there and he was definitely breathing.

"I need somebody to go call nine eleven," I stated.

"On their way!" somebody yelled a few minutes later.

Somebody dropped a backboard on the ground next to me. A man appeared next to me a moment later as I held the man's face steady.

"I'm Dr. Steadman from the hospital. What happened?" he asked.

I explained the situation. "We were about to move him onto the backboard."

"Good. Keep him very straight. Don't let his head move in any direction," Steadman ordered.

"Yes sir," I replied.

We got the guy moved onto the backboard and secured. Once the headpiece was locked into place I could let go. Steadman looked into the eyes and nodded.

"He's not responsive. I'll know more when we get him back to the hospital," he stated as the ambulance drove onto the baseball diamond.

I helped load him up and closed the back doors after Steadman and the paramedic climbed in. I watched it leave. The batter was off in a corner with a group of people trying to console him. The guy was a mess. I hoped he would be okay. I headed off to the soccer field and checked in. My mind was not on the game and I played poorly. Coach Daniels pulled me aside and I told him what happened. He shook his head.

"Seen it happen a time or two. Hopefully he will recover from it," he said.

I went to the hospital rather than go get pizza. I found Steadman in the waiting room. He nodded to me.

"He's going to pull through. We are going to keep him here overnight for observation. Thanks for your help, kid. You were great," he said.

I was relieved to hear that. I picked up deli on the way home feeling better knowing the man would pull through.

I started my summer semester Monday morning with my first class of the day. It was a short class, only four weeks long. The subject was ethics. A good subject, and a very important one. As I said the class was to be four weeks long but I knocked it off in two weeks, sliding right through with top marks. I tackled the next short term class with much enthusiasm. The class I was doing that was to last the summer was dealing with rescue techniques. A very important class, and while we had to know the textbook recommended techniques, I saw them as impossible to follow because not every situation was the same. There were just too many factors involved, and fire is very unpredictable, something I learned from experience. I touched off a debate over that subject and got credit for it. Fun debate.

I went to Dr. Evan's house on a Saturday morning. The Saturday we had planned on hadn't worked out and we moved it to this one. That was fine, as it gave us time to prepare, me for the experience and Troy to decide what he was going to do to me. I was eagerly looking forward to it but couldn't help be a little nervous. I would have to trust him and hope it would be fun for the three of us. I was looking forward to it.

"Good morning!" Michael greeted me as he opened the door.

He was back in his black shiny shortie suit, and the collar on round his neck. He looked so damn sexy in it that I had to fight back the urge to fuck his ass right then and there. I was hard in seconds.

"Master Evans is waiting for you in the living room," Michael said very formally. "Welcome back."

"Thank you Michael," I smiled.

He led me into the living room. "Master, our guest has arrived."

"Thank you Michael," he said.

Evans stood up and stretched. "Now to show you the playroom."

It was a much bigger one than the one at the cabin. I looked round at everything and was eager to get started. Dr. Evans smiled at my enthusiasm.

"If you will strip off we shall get started," he said.

I did and left everything folded neatly on the nearby table. Dr. Evans led me to a chair that resembled the ones that are used at a dentist's office. I hopped up and he strapped me in place. He stepped back, inspected me from head to toe, and nodded. He moved in and began to touch me. If I had thought Don had been aces at it, Dr. Evans was a thousand times better at it. I got so lost in the pleasure I was unaware of what he was doing. It was a good thing I was strapped down because I would have been all over the place. I eventually became aware of his cock in my ass. I shivered and groaned as he began to fuck me good. His cock felt hot inside of me.

"Please… feels good… oh… ah yes… ne… more… need… to be fucked!" I cried. "Please… more… need it!"

He did fuck me good. He got off, and I know he did when I felt the faint ripples go through his shaft that was buried deep inside of me. I sighed and relaxed as Dr. Evans mopped up my stuff from my torso, from the bottom of my chin to my pubes. I sighed and relaxed.

"You sure shot a load," he commented as he pulled the condom off his wilting cock and tossed it into the nearby trashcan.

"Felt good to," I sighed.

He smiled. "Oh, but we are not done yet. I need to relax in my easy chair."

I soon found out what that meant. He led me into the TV room he had down in the basement area next to the playroom. He settled me on a kneeling bench and had me lean back on the padded back. He pulled my arms back behind it and secured them to the back. My collar was hooked into a hook. Straps went on just below my knees, completely securing me to the bench. He turned on the TV and settled down to watch the Dodgers take on the Cubs. Every now and then he would reach down, take my cock in hand, and very gently stroke it. Or he would feel my balls with his fingertips. Or he would move a finger round my balls and the base of my erect cock. He kept me on edge for the entire game. He finally let me cum, catching it all in a small bowl. He tasted my offering and looked very surprised.

"Oh you bad boy!" he exclaimed. "You knew and didn't tell me!"

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. "You are the second boy I have met that has smooth sweet tasting cum, and I have had many a boy in hand."

I laughed at the joke. He turned the bench around and spent the next hour teasing my nipples and all of the erogenous zones on my body, taking me on a trip that ended with me making another offering of cum to him. He sipped it out of the small bowl and smiled at me as he did so. I got hard just watching him drink my cum out of the bowl in his hand.

"Watching me drink your cum excited you," he said.

I nodded. "It is hot to watch you do that."

He stood up and revealed his cock. He straddled me and tapped my lips with it and I opened up to let it in. Dr. Evans began to slide it in and out of my mouth as I sucked greedily on his cock for his cum. I worked at pleasuring his cock until he unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed it all. His wasn't all that bad. I kind of liked it. I knew this was going to be a lot of fun for the both of us, even for Michael if he got involved. It suddenly looked like it was going to be a great summer after all. I certainly wasn't going to be bored.

I kind of spoke too soon. July got started and with it came a rash of fireworks related fires. The first one to happen was in an apartment in my building. I had heard the loud boom just as I had logged off for lunch. I raced into the hall and followed my senses to the apartment in question. I kicked in the door just in time to see a person go out the window onto the fire escape. I gave chase but by the time I got there the person was gone. I ran back into the hall, grabbed the large fire extinguisher there, and went back inside to attack the fire that was starting. I got it out just as Marco appeared in the doorway with a hose, another man behind him.

"You get it?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Got it boss!"

Dave Brancati and Terry Shaw were right behind Marco. Captain Miller walked in behind them and they inspected the fire area. I stepped out into the hall and gave my statement to Sheriff Jim Wilson. I did my best to describe the guy. I went back to my apartment and pondered the situation. I wondered if this was the start to something serious. Miller walked in as my front door was open and sat down next to me.

"I hope this is not the start of something serious," I said.

Miller nodded. "We were lucky in the regards that you were here to stop it in time. If you had not, we could have had a real disaster on our hands."

"I hope we can catch this joker and stop his ass," I said.

Miller rose as Brancati showed up. "We will certainly try."

The next one was a tiny store that sold comic books. I wasn't big on comics but most of the kids in town were. It was a nice afternoon and I was feeling kind of claustrophobic sitting at my computer trying to get the class done so I could get out. I finally did and went to the park across the street. The tiny comic book store was in plain sight on the corner just across from the entry to my building. I really wasn't paying any attention until I heard a loud boom and then people getting out of there. I went racing across the street as people stood in front of the van that was parked a bit further down. One of the older boys yelled out for Timmy and there was no response. I turned and headed into the store to find Timmy. I found him over by the glass counter, a big bookshelf on top of him. I got it off him and very carefully slid him onto a piece of wood that would support him and used a roll of duct tape to secure him to it. Then I got him out. Truck thirty five was just arriving and Marco jumped off to assist Terry with taking Timmy from me. I went back inside because I knew Mickey hadn't come out. I found him behind the counter. He was bleeding from cuts on his face from the flying glass. Marco and Terry were right there with a backboard, the three of us got Mickey onto it, and we got the hell out as the place was going up fast. The comics were great fire food.

I stood there on the sidewalk on the other side of the street watching the crowd instead of the fire knowing that firebugs liked to hang around and watch. I didn't see anybody that looked even remotely suspicious. The crowd eventually dispersed and I watched people go. Wilson stepped up next to me.

"See anybody?" he asked me.

I knew what he was referring to. "No, and I really want you to catch this guy before somebody does get seriously hurt."

"That makes the two of us kid. Keep watching," he said and walked away, heading back to his big GMC truck.

I would keep on watching. I wanted this jerk off real bad. I went home to clean up and write it up and send it in. I hoped that by the time this thing was over we would catch the responsible party without any injuries. I would do what I could to help. This was turning dangerous fast.

Chapter 7

"He started another fire in the old Columbia warehouse a mile away. I got the fire sprinklers on and managed to stop it before it started. Plenty of evidence in his car there, a blue Mazda," I said and then pulled off a teleportation jutsu in front of him.

I went for my bike and raced the other cop and Miller to the scene as David. Sure enough they recovered plenty of evidence from the car and inside the warehouse. The firebug was out of business. All of this in just the first three days of July. Getting the guy gave the town an ample reason to celebrate, and celebrate we did. I was asked to join the band the guys from thirty five had that they called 'Backdraft'. I had known that they had a band when I had first met Marco. Dave had injured his hand in the warehouse fire so I was asked to cover bass, something I was happy to do. We set up and rocked the crowd as they watched the fireworks being shot off over the lake. Safest place to do it in and the crowd had a great time watching the show as we rocked them with dance tunes and other summer related music. I was having a great time doing what it was I enjoyed the most. I needed to track down a recording studio and finish off my CD. I helped the guys breakdown the set after the show was done and get everything packed away. What amazed me the most that even though thirty five was on alert nothing happened. I knew they had gotten very lucky.

I was out in the park in front of my building the next morning sitting on a bench and just relaxing, something I didn't get a chance to do much of and today was the opportunity to do it as the online class I needed to do didn't start until Monday next week and it was Thursday. It was warm but overly hot. The kind of weather I like. I was in my typical summer uniform of short shorts, shoes with ankle socks, and a half mesh shirt. I wondered if the community pool would be open today and really didn't feel like dealing with a bunch of little kids in the pool the same time I was. I decided to go to the lake. I headed back into my apartment and spent the next few minutes getting a pack together to head out to the lake. I knew that there was a concession stand out there in the swimming area so I made sure to take a bit of money with me. I headed down to get my bike and took off. There was a slight breeze out and that made things nice. I took my time in getting there, going the scenic route. Lake Wells was a great place to live because of the natural beauty around us, something that very much appealed to me. I enjoyed meditating among the trees listening to the birds nights I got out as ninja. It had such a calming effect on me. I got to the lake and the swimming beach and was surprised to see just a small handful of people there. I found the perfect spot under a tree close by the water. I spread out a big blanket and went to rent a low beach chair. I stripped down to my blue Speedos and went into the water after slathering on the Bullfrog sun block. I took my time in going out to one of the floating platforms fifty feet out. One of the tests at the fire academy would be for us cadets to swim out to a floating platform fifty feet out. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't have any problems making it and I didn't. One of the things sensei had taught me was to swim. I knew how to swim prior to going into training with him but he taught me once more to reinforce what it was I already knew. It was making sure I had the strength and the endurance to make it out there and back. The swim would not be a problem.

I spent the next two hours swimming out to the floating platform and back. Good exercise. I finally got worn out and headed back to my shade and dried off. I checked the time on my US Navy Seal Teams dive watch and it was just past one. Time for lunch. I went up to the burger shack and got lunch. I noted a man in the corner of the place looking at me so I smiled at him. He smiled back and looked away. I went back to my burger. I went back to my shade after lunch and stretched out on the blanket after slathering on a bit more of the sun block and dozed off. I woke up about an hour later when a voice woke me up. I noticed it was one of Keith's queens, a boy named Mickey.

"Hi Mickey," I said, sitting up.

He was holding his hand. "I got a paper cut on the palm of my hand."

I reached for my first aid bag. "Okay, let me take a look."

It wasn't a real deep cut so I was able to treat it and close it up with a pair of band aids. Mickey returned the favor by giving me a really nice back massage while spreading the sun block all over my back. He wiggled off in a very sexy yellow bikini. I drifted back to sleep and had a very nice erotic dream of us having sex in the water. Something wet touched the bottom of my right foot and I jumped. I turned to see the most beautiful Husky I'd ever seen. He sniffed at my foot and lowly moved up my body until he got to my face. I turned round onto my back and reached up to pet him for a bit. I checked the tag on his collar and it said his name was Mike.

"Hi Mike," I said, scratching behind his ears. "You are a magnificent dog, a very handsome fella. I like the way you are colored, but what really gets me is your eyes, how they are so crystal clear. Can you stay awhile?"

Mike licked my face a few times and then flopped down next to me. I rolled back onto my tummy and went back to sleep for a bit. I went back to sleep for another half hour until I heard a voice next to me.

"There you are Mike. I see you found a friend," the man's voice said.

I looked up to see the man from the burger shack standing over us. I sat up.

"Is Mike your dog?" I asked him.

"He is, and he likes to wander off and make friends with people," he said.

"Well, he is a magnificent animal. I like Huskies," I said.

The man smiled as I got to my feet. "Roger Watkins," he introduced himself.

I shook his hand. "David George, the Young Dragon."

"Oh yes, I've heard about you. Nice to meet you young man," Roger smiled.

He was a good looking man. Stood six foot, brown hair, brown eyes, mustache, and wore glasses. Mike came up to us and poked his nose into my nuts and sniffed. I rubbed his head and scratched behind his ears. Roger smiled.

"Mike seems to like you," he said after a moment, his index finger flicking towards the dog and I looked to see what he was indicating.

Mike the dog was getting a boner. I saw the red head peek out of his furry sheath and knew the dog was getting horny. That set off a debate in my head as to if I should or not. I had toyed with the idea of getting fucked by a dog prior to meeting Molson and him introducing his dog to me and then Terrosa doing the same. Mike looked up at me and something in his eyes seemed to tell me I would be okay with him. I decided to give him the chance.

"Mike wants to play with you," Roger said softly. "Would you be willing to give him a chance? I know he will go easy on you."

I made up my mind. "Okay. I need to pack up."

Roger helped me pack up and I returned the beach chair. It was getting late in the afternoon and I didn't feel like staying much longer. I walked my bike to his blue Ford F-150 and he lifted my bike into the back. I hooked my pack to the bike frame. Mike got into the cab and sat in the back with a chain on his collar. I took the passenger seat and he put a chain on my collar and rubbed me on the head. I had the feeling that this was going to be an experience to never forget.

Roger drove to his house, a big place on the outskirts of Lake Wells. We rolled into his property and paused to make sure his security gates closed. He had me get undressed by the truck in his driveway and snapped a leash onto my collar. The rope went down to my feet and pooled on the ground in front of me. Mike reached down and took the end of it in his mouth.

"Follow Mike, David. He'll lead you around to the backyard. Okay Mike," Roger said.

I followed Mike around to the back, passing through the tall wood fence gate. The back yard was nice. There was a big pool off to one side. There was a nice sized lawn but the front one was so much bigger than this one. Towards the back was a kennel with a dog run. The wood fence ran completely round the yard and there were a few small shade trees here and there. The yard looked very nice. Mike led me to the outdoor shower and dropped the leash. Roger walked up.

"Take the collar off and get under the shower. I need you to wash all of the sun block off you," Roger said, setting up a video camera on a tripod and aiming it at me.

I followed orders and took my time in washing myself clean. I made sure to get every bit of me clean as Mike sat watching me. Roger inspected me and then led me out to where a blue tarp was spread out.

"On your back," he said.

I got on my back and Roger put wrist and ankle cuffs on me and then connected them to ropes that were tied to stakes in the grass. He retreated a moment and then took shots of me lying there stretched out. I began to sweat a bit and Mike moved in. I felt his nose sniff at various parts of me before he began to lick at the salt in my sweat. Roger taped the scene for a bit as Mike stretched out next to me and continued to lick at my body. The dog eventually moved down to my genitals and started licking at my very hard cock before moving down to my balls. His tongue felt so damn good on me. I loved what Mike was doing to me and I writhed a bit as the pleasure built up until I couldn't take it anymore and fired a load of my fresh sperm all over me. Mike licked up every drop of my cum as I shivered from the pleasure. I sighed as Mike sat back. Roger leaned over me and released me from the ropes. I was taken to the next spot, a small round length of what had been telephone pole. Roger had padded it and added hooks to it for the cuffs. I got on it on my tummy and Roger strapped me down to the post. He even hooked my collar to it and stepped back to get shots of me on it and then of Mike sniffing at my butt. The dog mounted me and thrust his doggie cock at my hole a few times before finding it and thrusting himself inside of me. I was glad that Roger had prepared me for it before letting Mike go at me. Mike settled down on me once he got the head of his cock inside of me. Mike pushed in until I felt his cock head pushing on something deep inside of me. Mike adjusted himself once more and I knew he was getting ready to fuck me.

I breathed out and relaxed as Mike settled on top of me. The dog began to fuck me. I felt his cock moving deep inside of me and I sighed as I pushed my hard cock into the padding round the block of wood. I felt something pop in and out of me a few times. I realized it was his cock knot. At first it was the size of a tiny ball and slowly grew each time it popped into my ass. I hissed as it popped into me for the last time and quickly expanded. Mike had tied to me. I relaxed as Mike continued to fuck me in an effort to breed me. Mike had been gentle up to know and I knew that he knew he could really fuck me now and he did. Mike really fucked me good and I liked feeling his cock deep inside of me. He kept going until he uttered a low howl and I knew he was cumming deep inside of me. He kept on cumming and I felt my tummy expand as my guts filled up with doggy cum. Mike eventually slowed down and then stopped. He relaxed for a moment and then took his time getting off my back and turning around so that his furry ass was pressed against mine. I lay there for a bit feeling relaxed as Mike squirted more of his cum into me. I kept pressing my hard cock into the padding until I felt my orgasm wash over me. It felt so good to cum.

"How are you feeling?" Roger asked me.

"I feel good," I said. "I would definitely let Mike ride me again."

Roger grinned at that. "Good. Mike doesn't get to fuck very often and the fact that you are willing to let him ride you is great. Mike has screwed a few boys and men in the past and all of them never returned for a repeat performance. You will be the first if you keep your promise."

"I will return, no worries about that," I said as I felt the knot begin to shrink. "This feels too good to pass a repeat performance. His knot is shrinking."

"Good. He'll pop free of you in another five minutes," Roger said.

I nodded. "Good, because the cramps are starting to get to be too much."

Doggy cum makes a great enema. It's almost like water but its grey in color and there is so much of it. The moment Mike's cockhead cleared my anus it gushed out and I sighed in relief. A lot of it came out of me as Mike flopped down close by and began to clean his cock with his tongue. Roger got behind me once I stopped expelling dog cum and slid his cock into me. Roger fucked me until he shot his load deep into me.

I lay on the back porch next to his chair a chain connected to my collar as Mike lay next to me. Roger petted me as we watched the stars come out. It was cooling off now and I was feeling pretty good. I laid my head down on my arms and sighed as Roger's hand moved over my back. I felt like I could go to sleep here and I nearly did. I sighed once more and relaxed as Roger gently rolled me onto my back and began to pet me once more. His hand wandered up and down my torso for a bit until he took my cock in hand. He fondled it for a bit bringing it to life. He gently stroked my cock until I had an orgasm, shooting my cum all over my torso. Roger licked his fingers clean and then smiled.

"You discovered that my cum tastes sweet and smooth," I said with a smile.

"I love it," Roger grinned and then went back to getting as much of my cum as he could.

I stepped into the outdoor shower to clean off before getting dressed to head home as it was getting late now. Roger kissed me just before I went out the front door. I kissed Mike on the top of his head and he seemed to like that as he wagged his tail. Definitely a nice way to end the day. I pedaled home with a smile on my face. But Mr. Murphy has an annoying way of causing trouble when you least expect it and as I rounded a corner I nearly got swatted out of the way by a pair of bikers racing. One of them lost control of his bike, ran up the curb, and physically parked his body against the tree. The second one kept on going and didn't stop. I jumped off my bike and ran over to the guy. I opened the visor of his helmet and looked into his face. He was out cold. I recognized him as one of Coach Daniel's football players. I checked his pulse and he was still alive. I turned to go up to the house and the lady was coming out.

"I called Marvin," she informed me.

I nodded. "Good. The kid is still alive."

She looked down at him and reacted. "That's Toby Richards. I know the family."

She ran back into the house just as the ambulance arrived. Nick Conlan was the first to reach me and I looked up at him.

"He's still breathing and his pulse is a bit slow," I reported.

He set up his gear and went to work as his two buddies Tom Lassen and Fred Tyler jogged up with their boxes. They went to work and I turned to the ambulance and retrieved the backboard and the gurney. Marvin and his guys showed up a few minutes later. I informed Miller and the cop Dusty Smith what had happened. A big truck arrived just as Toby was getting loaded into the ambulance. A tall man in a Stetson jumped out and ran over to Toby. I watched for a few minutes and then sighed. Toby was going to make it but he was going to be messed up for a time. I watched as the man ran back to his truck and followed the ambulance to the hospital. I was allowed to leave and promised Marvin the report in the morning. Dusty asked for a copy.

I got home and sat at my computer and got the report written up. I got it to go and went to sit in my recliner. There hadn't been much I could do except to make sure Toby didn't move around if he woke up. I liked motorcycles like anyone else did and knew the dangers of riding one. The important thing was to ride one responsibly and Toby hadn't been doing that. Damn near got himself killed. He should be damned glad he's still alive. I decided to visit him in a day or two to make sure he was going to be okay. I liked motorcycles and didn't see anything wrong with them. I did agree that the person riding one should be very careful. I headed to bed when it got late. It had been a fun day and I had enjoyed it. I had planned on going back out to the lake the next morning after my workout. I hoped tomorrow would be a nice day just like today had been. I settled down in bed and relaxed for a bit. The memory of Mike taking me came back to mind and I reached for my teenage cock and took it in hand and began to stroke it. I sighed and gave myself over to the pleasure. Sure felt good to have an awesome come while relieving the memory of the dog fucking me. I'd definitely go back to get Mike in my ass again.

I settled down in the same shady spot I had yesterday and looked around to see what was going on. There were a few families there on the beach. A couple of the little kids were playing in the water at the shoreline. There was a nice breeze blowing. The temps were up there but it wasn't too hot. The day was just so very nice. I headed to the water once I got the waterproof sun block on me and got in. I headed out to the floating platform and dived off it a few times to keep in practice. I wondered if there was anybody doing a scuba diving class out here and decided to ask when I turned in the beach chair later in the day.

"Sure is," the bored looking teen behind the counter said. "Got the information right there in the racks."

I went to look and had the feeling he was looking me over. I found the information and looked it over. The class seemed to be reasonable and I decided to call the phone number once I got home. I turned back to the older teen and he nodded as he drooled over me.

"Thanks for the information," I said and walked away.

I felt his eyes on me until I turned the corner to the bike rack. Something was seriously up with this kid. I hoped it didn't mean what I thought it would. I'd have to be careful round that one.

I told Sheriff Jim Wilson about him when I dropped off the report the next morning on my way back out to the beach. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Charles Dean. Seventeen years old and a confirmed child molester. He was paroled here during the winter last year. I gave him a very friendly warning about keeping his hands off the kids here in Lake Wells. So far he's looked but hasn't done anything yet. He better keep it that way," Wilson growled.

I nodded. "All he's done is to stare at me and nothing more," I said.

Wilson nodded. "Good, and he better remember that."

"Just thought you should know. I gotta get, I'm doing a scuba class out at the lake," I said.

Wilson stood up. "Good. We need a few more divers for the police department."

We shook hands and I headed out to the lake. I arrived at the marina where the class was to be. The first class went very well and I learned things. I went to the swimming area around one after class let out. Charles was there and he grinned at me. I took the chair he gave me and headed to my usual spot. I set up and went swimming. Monday morning I went to the class, went swimming, and started the summer session at the online school. There had been a different kid at the rentals stand and I didn't think anything of it until Friday rolled around. I was glad to see Friday. It meant I could relax this weekend. I needed a few things so I went to the grocer's down the block. It was while I was checking out the lettuce in the produce section that I heard Dusty in the double doors leading to the back area.

"Oh yes Mr. Charles Dean is in the hospital, I can confirm that part. But what we can't confirm is the crazy story he told us of being raped by a dog and his master," Dusty said.

I bet he encountered Roger and Mike.

"No way!" the produce manager exclaimed.

Dusty laughed. "Yes way. Charles claims he was kidnapped, taken to the Watkins house, tied down and the dog turned loose on him. Then the man stuffed his cock into him."

Exit one Charles Dean. Now I could relax and the kids in town were safe from the likes of him. I got what it was I needed and headed home.

It was nearly the end of July when I ran into Evans and Michael once more. The red head seemed to be eager about something as I met them at the gas station. I was putting air in my tires and Michael popped up in front of me. He looked normal in shorts and a t-shirt. He had his collar on as usual.

"Hello Michael," I said as I straightened up. "How are you doing?"

He grinned at me. "I'm great! Uncle and I just got back from a weekend with friends."

"Very good. Have a good time?" I asked.

"The best!" he exclaimed as Troy came up behind him.

I shook hands with Troy and he seemed to be very relaxed. "There you are, David. Keeping busy these days? We haven't seen you in some time."

I smiled. "I have been. Doing a scuba class in addition to my online fire class."

"Well good. The more skills you acquire the better," he said. "You must drop in for Sunday dinner before the end of summer."

Troy smiled at that and I knew what it was he was hinting at. He wanted to play me again. I was cool with that idea.

"I will have to do that," I said. "Michael tells me you were with friends."

"We were, and had a good time," Troy said.

We turned when we heard some yelling. It was a lady and she was yelling at a boy Michael's age. Troy shook his head and I knew he was pissed off. The two got back into their car and drove off.

"Some parents," Troy rumbled.

I nodded. "I know."

"Well, it was nice to have seen you," Troy said after a few moments. "I need to get home and open the office. I am sure I have plenty of calls on the answering machine."

We parted the ways, me heading off on my bike to go ride and them off to home. It had been nice to see them and I should keep in touch. Good friends are hard to find these days.

I did get involved in a rescue out on the lake a few days later. Some idiot got drunk and ran his boat into somebody else's boat out beyond the boundaries of the roped off swimming area. I had just gotten out to the floating platform and witnessed it. I dived back into the water and swam over. People were in the water holding onto the overturned boat.

"Are you okay?" I asked one of the men as I got there.

He nodded. "I'm okay. My wife hit her head."

He was holding onto his wife and I looked at her. There was no reaction from her eyes when I carefully lifted them to look. I checked her pulse and it was slow, a sure sign of shock.

"Hold on for as long as you can. Try not to move her head," I said.

"Dad!" a voice called.

I turned to look to see who it was and it was an older boy. "Kevy is still inside the boat!"

I took a breath and dived, slipping into Getsumi no Michi. I reached out with my senses to see where he was. He was inside the cabin area. I entered the cabin area and I found him. I popped up next to him and discovered that the cabin wasn't full of water yet. Good. The boy in front of me had to be at least ten and from the slight glazed look in his eyes, Kevy wasn't quite all there. I needed to get him out of there. He responded slow and I managed to make him understand what I was telling him.

"You are going to hold onto me. We will exchange air for a few seconds needed for us to get topside. Can you do that?" I asked him.

He nodded and off we went after he wrapped his arms around me. I moved fast, getting us out the door of the cabin. He put his mouth against mine and we exchanged air for a moment and that helped him to breathe. When we surfaced, the lake's fire boat was there. The crew took Kevy on board and slid him onto a backboard. I pulled myself on board and looked around for the drunk. He was secured to a back board of his own and he was being watched over. I nodded and turned back to the firefighter in charge.

"You can find me through Captain Marvin Miller at station thirty five," I said as I hopped back into the water and swam back to the floating platform.

He waved and headed off to the docks and the waiting ambulances. I lay flat on the platform and watched the clear blue sky for a time before heading back to shore. I stretched out on my blanket feeling drained. Roger appeared at that moment with Mike.

"You okay kid?" he asked as he dropped down next to me.

I sighed. "I will be. Just need to rest for a bit."

Roger reached for the bottle of sun screen and turned me over on my tummy. I felt it drip on my back and then Roger began knead my muscles. That felt great! He got me relaxed in no time and continued until I was feeling better. He sat in my chair as I took a nap for a bit. He took me home once I woke up and was feeling better. Roger and Mike ended up staying for dinner as we talked about our lives, the past and what direction we were heading. Roger was very supportive of my goal of becoming a firefighter. They left around nine to head home. I told them they were welcome here anytime. Mike seemed to like that as he wagged his tail and licked my hand. He was such a very cool dog. I was really happy about finding more friends to hang out with.

Miller and Wilson were at my door the next morning. I had called the instructor for the scuba class to call off that day only to find out that he was going out of town that morning to a family event and wouldn't be back until later in the week.

"I heard what you did," he growled into the phone, "you done good kid."

Vic was a former Navy Seal and he had my respect from the moment I found out. For some reason he seemed to really like me and when he had heard what my goal was he shook my hand and told me I had chosen well.

"Anyone who wants to help people are the kind of people I want to know," he told me that morning. "So work hard in my class and I'll teach you everything I possibly can."

We had become friends at that moment.

"Thanks Vic. I was calling to call off from class today and possibly tomorrow, but if you're going out of town then it is a good thing I called," I said.

"You are going to tell us what you did when class resumes," Vic said and at the next class I did go through the situation and the people in the class applauded.

Miller and Wilson came in and over coffee at the dining room table I told them what had happened. Both of them started asking questions once I finished and I answered them. They were satisfied with what I said and Wilson informed us what he had learned from the guy.

"Thought that just because he was driving a boat he could get away with it. Well his broken neck should be a lesson to him that it's not a good idea to drive a boat after drinking," Wilson sighed. "His wife certainly gave him hell for it."

"She should have done more than just yell at him," I said.

"Like what?" Miller asked.

I grinned. "She should have spanked him."

Both of them laughed at that one.

I stretched out on the couch after they left. I actually went to sleep for a bit until the phone woke me up. It was a wrong number and I sat up after hanging up the phone. I stretched and reached for the paper to look at the movie section. I found it and discovered a new movie playing down at the theatre. First showing was eleven. I checked the time. Okay, movie first and then lunch. The movie had gotten decent reviews in the paper and I thought it was okay. Not really enough action in it to really interest me but it was okay. I went to Stella's for lunch afterwards and she was there and happy to see me. Stella was a great lady and fun to hang out with. It was said she was a friends to the city and I liked that. That meant she actively supported anything positive the city did. I liked that. I showed my support by helping out in city events whenever I could. I got to help more people and always ended up with a good feeling afterwards. I talked to her for a bit and then headed home.

Unfortunately I never made it home until much later that evening. I got sidetracked by Carl the late night dj at the radio station and ended up going on his show. I didn't mind at all because I had wanted to get over there and find out if I could use their recording studio to finish off my CD. Carl was fun. We discussed why I was here, what my goals were, and why I was so hung up on joining the fire department. As we talked, Carl made a few friendly moves and I got a kick out of getting masturbated by him right there in the booth. He liked my creamy sweet smooth cum. I sucked his cock under the desk after I had 'left' the show and he slid his cock into me and fucked my ass good. The engineer had his turn with me in his room and the guy wasn't too bad. I got home and slid into bed round three in the morning. Not a big deal due to the fact that it was Sunday morning. I usually slept in on Sunday mornings and this particular Sunday morning I did sleep in. I was up round noon and went to work out as I usually did. There was nothing to indicate that anything unusual was to happen and I was completely relaxed when I went into the shower back home after my workout. I went into the kitchen butt naked (I liked going naked in the apartment. I started doing that a few days after moving in) and got a cup of coffee. I sat down on my couch and drank it as I surfed the channels looking for something to watch. I felt a bit drowsy so I stretched out on the couch to nap for a bit. I guess my body wanted more sleep and I did sleep a bit more. I had definite plans for Monday and that was to get back to the online class and get that short class done so I could move on to the next subject and from the description of it I had a feeling it would be a hard one. Well I've never backed down from a challenge and I certainly wasn't going to back down from this one. I was going for it.

I sat down at my computer the next morning with coffee ready to go. I got into it and before I knew it I was testing out in that class and passed with a B. Not bad for a hard day's work. What I needed was a bit of relaxation and Coach Keith Daniels' phone call to me was perfect timing. I grinned as he talked.

"My pool is done, would you be interested in coming over and going for a swim in it?" Coach Daniels asked me.

"Coach, I'd be honored to. Do you want me to bring anything to the party?" I asked.

"Just yourself, David. I've got everything I need at the moment," Daniels said.

"I shall be there," I said.

I was. I had been in his backyard before and saw how nicely he had laid it all out. With the pool in and done the way he wanted it, everything looked fantastic. Coach smiled as I complemented him on it.

"Thanks David. I liked the work they did and I would endorse them without hesitation," Coach Daniels said. "So, do you want to just relax for a bit or go change and get in?"

I smiled. "I think I'll go change."

I went up to where I knew where the female clothes were kept and found the bikinis were kept. I looked them over and chose a nice pale blue. The thong went on me first and it was a perfect fit. Coach Daniels had to help me with the top. I held the tiny triangles in place over my nipples as he tied the strings behind my back and the back of my neck. The ice blue looked good on me and I liked it. I sat down on the bed and Daniels put a tan pair of low heels on my feet.

"You look very hot," he whispered to me as he tilted my head back.

I shivered as his lips made contact with mine. I felt myself get hard inside the thong. Keith smiled as he backed off and then took my hand in his. He led me downstairs and out to the pool where a few of the boy queens were. They smiled at me as I walked up. I sat down on one of the loungers and removed the heels. I went to the low diving board and dived in. Ah, the cool water felt good on me! I spent the next few hours swimming, relaxing in the Jacuzzi, talking to the other boys, nibbling on food, and just having a good time. Some of the boys had paired off and were engaged in sex on the loungers scattered around the pool. I really wasn't into public sex, preferring to have my fun in private. Keith approached me in the early evening about six thirty and I could tell by the look in his eyes he desired me. This could be fun. I put my heels back on and followed him back into the house and up the stairs to his master suite. He paused at the door and picked me up bridal style and carried me into his bedroom, closing the door behind me with his foot. He laid me down on his bed and slowly stripped off his Speedos. I reached for the bikini but he stopped me.

"I like that pleasure for myself," Keith said.

I relaxed as he got on the bed and came up to me. He laid down on top of me and began to kiss me. I sighed as I felt the pleasure rise up inside of me. It had been some time since I had gotten laid and I wanted it.

Keith took his time in making love to me. He told me once he hated quickies and would never do them. I shared his opinion that sex should be enjoyed, not rushed, and Keith was certainly taking his time with me. I shivered as I felt his hands go everywhere on me, followed by his lips and mouth. I drew up my knees as he 'chewed' on the tight fabric of the thong's crotch. He pulled my very hard cock out of the thong and slowly sucked it down his throat. I shuddered from the intense pleasure. Keith presented his cock to my mouth and I took it in and began to suck on it. We moaned in pleasure as we gave each other head. I felt his fingers at my anus and knew he was getting me ready for a fucking. Well, I needed a good fucking and I hoped he would give it to me. Keith spent time working his fingers in and out of me getting me ready for his man cock. I worked on getting his cock ready for my ass as I really wanted it in there. Keith began pulling his cock out of my mouth and I moved up with it.

"Let go honey, I need to put it inside your pussy and give you the fucking you deserve," Keith whispered to me.

I reluctantly let it go and it slipped out of my mouth. Keith moved around so now his head was over mine and he was smiling down at me.

"You're going to get my very hard cock in your pussy now," Keith smiled.

I felt the head at the entry to my anus slowly push in. I lifted my legs up and back as Keith pushed in. I felt the head of his cock pop in and I knew he had gained entry.

"Feels good doesn't it, little girl?" Keith whispered. "It feels good for me too. Your pussy is squeezing my cockhead and he wants to go farther into you."

"Then push him in, Keith. Give me my fucking," I groaned.

Keith slowly pushed the rest of his cock deep into me and I shuddered as I felt it moving deeper into me. He stopped once he hit bottom and got himself comfortable. Then he started fucking me. Keith knew how to fuck. He grabbed my ankles and spread out my legs and moved in a bit more and thrust his cock deep into me on the in stroke. I could feel his cock moving rapidly in and out of me. I grabbed my cock and began jacking off in time to his strokes.

"Good boy!" Keith praised me. "Jack your boy cock off!"

I kept going until I got the tell tale signal deep in my balls that I was going to cum.

"I'm… going to… cum!" I squeaked.

Keith smiled down at me. "So am I, David. Let's cum together."

We did. I shot my load all over me and Keith shot his load deep inside of me. Keith kept going until he eventually ran out of steam. He lay down next to me and scraped my cum off my torso with his fingers and sampled my sweet cream. I relaxed and did my best to keep his cock deep inside of me but couldn't. It popped out of me and I sighed. Keith rose and led me to the bathroom. I stepped out of the bikini and joined him in his shower. Keith took the time to wash me all over and I really liked that. As it was now getting late in the day, I went back to the room where my clothes were and got dressed. Keith saw me out the door. I knew I would be coming back to swim a few times more.

I was in a damned good mood as I headed home on my bike. I was taking my time in getting home not really worried about anything. I turned the corner of Cord Avenue and headed up the street to where I knew the main road was. Suddenly I heard a loud boom and felt the Earth move. I glanced up into the sky and saw the biggest fireball I'd ever seen in my life. Something had gone nova. I got back on my bike and started off in the direction of the smoke. I actually beat everybody there. I paused at the fence line and looked at the sign on the gate. Grant's Gas Company. Oh shit. If they had the kind of gages I thought they did the town was in trouble. As I usually did I charged right in there without thinking, something a lot of people accused me of doing time and time again. I paused by the building and used Getsumi no Michi to check for people and found one man in the office building, or what was left of the place. I went running in and started working to get the guy free. As I worked I looked around for anything I could use. There really wasn't much and I was racing the clock to get him out before something else went boom, and there was way too much inside the building that could go boom. This fucking sucks! I had a great day swimming in Keith's pool, hung out with the boy queens, got a great fucking, and now this had to happen. No time to contemplate this shit now, I had a job to do and I had to get it done. I renewed my efforts throwing shit all over the place until I located the guy. He was out cold. I used the board he was lying on as a backboard to tape him down on as he had a roll of packing tape in hand. Dumb luck. I managed to get him out and onto a wheeled cart after dragging him over a lot of debris to get to it. I kicked into gear and channeled chakra to my legs and ran out of there. Thirty five was arriving as I passed through the outer gate.

"Boss!" I turned to Miller. "This place is loaded with all kinds of gasses!"

That was enough to turn him very pale. I heard a loud pop and we turned just in time to see a bottle of something clear the roof and head up into the sky like it was a rocket. It kept going until it was out of sight. I knew it would come back down sometime soon.

"Can we call in a super scooper?" I asked, racing Miller back to the engine.

"Hell yes!" Miller yelled. "No way am I committing any of my men to that shit!"

That was a good call on his part. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn't commit my people to that inferno. We heard a few more pops and watched a group of bottles exit the now fully engulfed warehouse. They headed up into the evening sky. The fire was so freaking hot I could feel the searing heat on my skin. I looked for my bike and spotted the melted puddle of metal by the gate and the gate with the rest of the fence was rapidly melting as well. We withdrew to a very safe distance as the ambulance screamed off into the night with their passenger. We sat on the back of the fire truck and watched the bottles of gasses rapidly leave the warehouse via the roof and then eventually return to Earth. This was going to be an event I would never forget.

Chapter 8

I was at the beach Friday afternoon. I swam out to the floating platform and practiced my dives using the scuba gear I had gotten from my locker at the building. Vic was gone for the weekend and apparently I must have made some kind of good impression on him as he gave me the key to the building so I could access everything. So I had filled the double tanks and had taken them out to the shoreline and got everything on me. I dived and went out to the platform and practiced my insertion techniques. After getting in some practice, I decided to stay down in the time I had left and explore the bottom of the swim area to see what was down there just for the hell of it. I had a net bag to carry things in if I found anything. I didn't think I was going to find anything but I did. Amazing what people can lose down here. I kept going bagging things as I went. I even found a wallet with all kinds of things in it including Oregon ID. It even had money in it! I bagged that one and kept on going. Eventually I got to the point where I was low on air and slowly went up the incline to the shallow area and out of the water. I sat there for a moment with the water at mid chest to rest. I stood up and walked the rest of the way out of the water. People gathered round to see what I had as I dumped out the bag. I kept hold of the wallet with the intention of returning it. The park ranger took everything I found to lost and found as I took my gear back to the scuba classroom and locked it all away. Roger and Mike were waiting outside for me.

"Hi guys!" I greeted them, shaking Roger's hand and Mike's paw. "How goes it?"

Roger smiled as Mike wuffed. "Not too bad. Let's get going."

He led me to his truck and we got in, Mike in between us.

"Can I use your shower when we get back to your place?" I asked.

Roger smiled and I knew he had something in mind. I had to laugh at the expression on his face and I had the feeling I would like it.

"Whatever it is you have in mind I'm sure it will be fun," I said.

Roger laughed out loud and I knew it would be fun.

When we got back to their house I followed them into their house. I dropped my daypack on the nearest chair as Roger turned to me. "Follow me."

I followed him out to the back porch where he had a smaller tub waist high where I knew he would bathe Mike from time to time. He reached for a black nylon collar and turned to me. Roger looked me over and then ran his fingers through my long hair.

"When was the last time you got a hair cut?" he asked me.

I had to think about that one. "Just before school got out back in April."

"I know for a fact that the fire department has a regulation that states you have to have short hair. Long hair and ponytails are considered a hazard."

I hadn't known that. If I'm getting in I might as well as start following regulations.

"Can I give you a crew cut?" Roger asked.

"Please," I said.

He had me sit on a stool and he removed my leather collar and put it up on the shelf. He went for his hair cutting tools and came back with them. He got to work and gave me a real good crew cut I was sure looked good on me. It really did. I checked it out in mirrors and it did look real good, not to mention making me feel good.

"Thanks Roger," I said as he smiled.

"You're welcome David," he said.

He buckled the nylon collar onto me and then pulled my Speedos off me.

"Into the tub on your hands and knees," he ordered me.

I followed his orders and he snapped a chain to the collar. He turned on the hand shower and made sure it was nice and warm before he got me wet. He took his time bathing me, making sure to soap me up good everywhere including my hard cock. I came very close to cumming. Roger took his time in rinsing me off, directing the water everywhere. I felt nice and clean when he got done.

"Sit on the counter," he directed me.

I did and he strapped a pair of wrist suspension cuffs on my wrists. He hooked them to a pair of snap hooks on a long bar spreading my arms apart. The center of the bar had a cable attached to it. I watched as he picked up a box from the table nearby and press a button. I looked up to see that cable being reeled in by a winch above me. A moment later it raised my hands over me and then picked me up off the counter until my feet were clear of it. Oh. I was to drip dry. I grinned as Roger smiled.

"Thought you would like this," he said.

I grinned. "I do, since I like the idea of suspension. Don't have a place to do it though."

Roger grinned as he patted me on the tummy. "No problem. Now hang out for a bit."

I laughed out loud at his joke as he turned to the tub to clean things up. Mike sat there on the porch and watched me hang there. Roger took his time to clean things up and then he went inside and returned with his camera. He put it on a tripod and took several pictures of me hanging there. He took his camera back into the house and came back a few minutes later. He opened a beer and sat down in his rocking chair and watched me hang there. When he finished his beer he stood up and stretched. He reached for the winch remote and let me down. Instead of sitting on the counter he got behind me and put his hand on my butt to guide me away from the counter so that my feet would hit the floor. They did and he slowly eased the pressure off my shoulders bit by bit. Once my hands were in front of me he released them from the wrist cuffs. He put everything back and then turned to me.

"Enjoy that?" he asked.

I smiled. "I did, and thank you."

Roger nodded as he took the nylon collar off me and put my leather one back on me. He led me to the main area of the back porch and snapped a chain on my collar. I sat down on the polished smooth wood floor on the right side of the recliner he had out there. Roger settled down in the recliner with another beer in hand and reached down with his right hand to pet me every now and then. I liked feeling his fingers scratching behind my ears. If felt really good to me and I decided it must feel just as good for dogs and cats too. I felt his fingers occasionally move up and down my back and I would shiver from the pleasure. Roger looked down at me and smiled. I'd smile back.

"Glad you are enjoying this," he said. "I like doing this to the boys I bring home."

That told me he had done this many times before. I really didn't want to know how many there were before me so I elected to just enjoy the time I had with him. I did have to admit that this was very relaxing and that I was enjoying it. So I just sighed in contentment and relaxed. After a bit of that Roger stood up and stretched. Mike and I looked at him and I wondered what was up. Roger tossed his empty beer can into the trash can by the door and from the sound of it he kept all of his empty cans in there.

"Come on boys, let's get something to eat," Roger said after a moment.

I followed them into the kitchen where Roger got busy. I sat on the kitchen chair and watched him open a can of stew and a can of dog food. He got two plastic bowls out from under the cabinet and put half a can of stew in one bowl and the can of dog food into the other and ran then through the microwave along with the other half can of stew in a regular bowl as he reached under the counter for two medium sized silver bowls. I instantly knew what he was doing. He was going to feed me and Mike in the silver bowls he would put on the floor as he ate his dinner at the table. I liked the thought of eating on the floor next to Mike. The food got finished and he dumped them into the silver bowls and put them on the floor. Mike went for his and I went for mine. It was an interesting experience and I enjoyed it.

After dinner he led me and Mike into the TV room and we settled down to watch TV. I nodded off around nine o'clock, the drone of the TV putting me to sleep. I woke up the next morning and found myself in bed with Roger. He had his arms around me and I could feel the gentle puffs of his breath on the back of my neck. Just as I realized my need to pee, Roger began to move. He let go of me and stretched out.

"Did you just wake up?" Roger asked me.

I nodded. "Yes I did and I got the need to pee."

Roger chuckled at that one. "So do I. Let's go."

We got out of bed and went into his bathroom. Roger moved me in front of him and held my cock, pointing it down into the toilet. I let go and watched it turn the water a light yellow. We changed places and I held his cock as he let go. We cleaned up and he pulled on a pair of shorts as I stood there and watched him. We went down to the kitchen and had coffee to start the day. He led the way into his home gym and we started working out together. I went through my usual routine at my usual intensity and Roger watched me to make sure I didn't hurt myself as some of the guys down at Fowler's gym would watch me. He did spot for me at the bench press at the last second when I wasn't able to complete the tenth repetition. He helped me to rack the weight and I slowly let go so I wouldn't hurt myself.

"Not bad," Roger said. "The rumors I heard about you from people I know weren't exaggerated. You really do work out hard."

"Always have," I said and explained why.

Roger listened and by the time I was done he was nodding.

"A very good way to handle your anger. Keep on doing it," he said, and I have never stopped training as intently as I always do.

We went into the shower in his bedroom. It was one of those big glasses in showers, perfect for two people to get into. Roger took his time getting me cleaned up and I enjoyed feeling his soapy hands go everywhere on me. He even took my cock in hand and carefully cleaned it until I shot a good load on the tile wall.

"Now you're nice and clean," he smiled.

I returned the favor, dropping to my knees and cleaning his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue. I drank down his cum and enjoyed it. I was sure Roger enjoyed getting a blowjob from me in the shower. Who wouldn't? We dried each other off and then he put my collar back on me. We went down to the back porch and he put me out on the back lawn staked out spread eagle in the sun. He rubbed sun screen all over the back of me and left me there. I napped for an hour until he woke me up. Roger turned me over and tied me down again. He rubbed the sun screen all over the front of me everywhere. I liked feeling his hand on my cock as he stroked it. My cock liked getting stroked so much it fired off, shooting my cum all over me. Roger chuckled and rubbed my cum into my skin as well. Then he left me alone for the next hour. Mike came out to keep me company. Roger woke me up and led me to the back porch to feed me lunch, hamburgers. I stretched out next to his lounger for a bit and napped some more. When I woke up some time later, he wasn't there. I wondered where he went. I heard footsteps and he was returning. I smiled when I saw him.

"Just setting something up for you," he said as he snapped a leash on my collar before removing the chain.

I got on my hands and knees and stretched out, feeling things go pop in my body. Roger grinned at me and gently tugged on my leash. I put my left shoulder against his leg and 'heeled' as I moved on my hands and knees into the house. When we got to the stairs going into his basement, I had to move very carefully. I managed to get down the stairs on my hands and knees and Roger patted me on the head. He led me to a low bench that had belts and cuffs on it. I got onto it and he moved about me, putting my wrists and ankles into the cuffs. I felt the straps go across the back of my body, one at my shoulders, one at mid back, one in the small of my back, and one across the back at the back of my legs to the legs of the bench, leaving my anus wide open for the taking. Roger stripped himself naked and sat down in a low chair, his legs spread out, and grasped his cock and slowly began to stroke it.

"Okay Mike, go breed him," Roger told the now very eager Husky.

Mike sniffed me all over and then stuck his nose into my anus and I felt him sniffing it. Then he licked my anus a few times as Roger grinned at me.

"He loves the taste of your boy pussy, David. He's getting it all wet so he can get his doggy dick into you easy," Roger said.

The bench was just big enough to put me on it and strap me down. Mike wouldn't be able to get his paws on any of it. Mike reared up and plopped down on my back and I knew what he was going to do. I could feel my boy cock get hard as I felt Mike's doggy dick poking at my anus. He found it on the third jab and got the head of his doggy cock inside of me. While I blew air to control the pain, mike moved up on top of me a bit more and then shoved more of his cock into me. I knew I was going to get fucked good by this dog.

Mike licked my shoulders a few times as if to reassure me and then began fucking me. I relaxed the best I could and moaned from the pleasure. I started to feel his cock knot going in and out of me and it got a bit bigger each time it went inside of me until it got too big to come out. I knew Mike had tied with me.

"Mike's tied with you, isn't he?" Roger asked as he was stroking his cock furiously.

I moaned as I shook my head yet as the Husky fucked me. I listened to the dog growl as he tried to get off inside of me. Eventually he uttered a low howl and I knew he was cumming. My tummy started to feel a bit of pressure as he loaded me up with doggy cum. Just as I started to feel like I was going to burst he stopped cumming and started panting from the effort. I gritted my teeth and used Getsumi no Michi to control the pain as I knew he was going to dismount me any second. Mike swung the front of his body off me and I felt his cock knot rotate deep inside of me. I blew air as I worked on the pain. Once he settled down with his furry ass to my smooth one I relaxed. Mike jerked a bit and deposited another load of doggy cum deep into me and I shivered and cried out as I shot my cum all over the bench. I laid my head down and rested. I felt Roger shoot his cum all over my back and I liked the sensation of his cum landing on me. He patted me on my sweaty head and stroked my back, rubbing his cum into my skin. It wasn't long before I felt Mike's cock knot shrinking and knew the dog was done with me. He pulled out of me gently with a loud popping sound. He moved away and Roger stuck his cock into me before my anus closed up. The dog cum gushing out of me made great lubricant for his cock. I could feel Mike's cum squirt out of me on each out stroke of Roger's cock. He growled and hit the back of my shoulders as he fucked me hard.

"I'm cumming David," he sighed. I felt his cock shoot into me and sighed.

But it wasn't over yet. Roger hosed me off and rubbed me down with a towel as I lay there. He pushed something past me and he stopped to show me what it was.

"This is what is called a fucking machine," he said.

It had a rubber cock at the end of a rod coming out of the machine.

"I push on this machine until the rubber cock goes inside of you. When it starts up it will move the rubber cock in and out of you, like you are being fucked. That's why they call it a fucking machine," Roger explained.

He pushed it behind me and I waited for the rubber cock to enter me. I felt a wet finger at my anus and realized he was putting lubricant on me there. Then I felt the rubber cock enter me.

"There. You're all set now," Roger patted me on the butt.

He pushed a button and I felt the rubber cock start to move inside of me, coming out and going back inside of me. Roger knelt next to me and kissed me on the left cheek.

"Have a good night David," he said.

I suddenly realized he was going to leave me here all night long with it fucking my ass all night long. Panic rose from deep inside of me.

"Wait!" I cried out. "Don't leave me here all night long!"

He smiled at me and that's when I saw a hint of malice in his dark eyes. "What's the matter, David? Don't you like getting fucked? All gay boys like to be fucked."

"Not like this," I growled.

He stood up straight and laughed. "Nighty-night, me boy!"

Roger laughed all the way up the stairs as he left me there. He left one little light on before closing the door at the top of the stairs. The room grew quiet except for the hum of the motor driving the rubber cock into my ass. I managed to push my rage into a corner of my mind and started to consider the problem of escape as the machine continued to fuck me. I felt my body move forward with each inward thrust. It had started out with a slow easy rhythm at first, but now it was picking up speed a little bit at a time. I relaxed and tried to time it in my head and noted the clock up on the wall in front of me. I estimated the speed getting faster every two minutes. It took roughly fifteen minutes to get to its top speed and it was really fucking me hard, violently pushing my body hard forward on the bench. I thought for a moment it just might shake me off it but I realized that wouldn't happen when I saw the rivets holding the bench down to the floor. Scratch that idea. I dropped my head on the padding as the machine continued to rentlessly fuck me hard. It went at top speed for five minutes and then suddenly it stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed, the sweat pouring off me. If I get loose from this fucking thing I am going to kill him. Slowly. In as much pain as I can cause him. The machine started up again and I looked up at the clock. Okay, it allowed me ten minutes of rest. I groaned as I knew this was going to go all night. It was nearly four in the morning when I succumbed to sleep, totally worn out by the battering I was taking from the machine.

I am ninja, and I am supposed to have the special ability to break free of any kind of trap by using the teleporting jutsu. Only problem with that is that I have to have my hands together to form the hand signs needed to pull it off. Roger had me too well strapped down to the bench and I could not get my hands loose to do it. I cursed myself soundly for having fallen for him. When I woke up I found myself out on the back lawn, a chain connected to my collar, my hands cuffed together, and my feet cuffed together. My ass hurt. I mean fire red pain. I groaned as I turned over on my back. A healing jutsu set me right. I looked down at my wrist cuff and noted the double snap hook. Okay, there might be a way out of this. I used my feet to push me up to where the stake was and carefully worked one side of the double snap open and by a stroke of good luck I was able to coax the left wrist cuff D ring out of the hook. It snapped shut just as the D ring came out of it. I was free. I got to my feet after removing the double snap from the right wrist cuff, the ankle cuffs, and the chain from my collar. I headed to the house feeling an icy calm going through me. Mike was the first to see me step into the house. He looked at me and decided to go the other direction. Roger appeared in the living room.

"How did you get loose, boy!" he demanded.

"For me to know and for you to find out," I said calmly as Mike went racing out the back door, his tail between his legs.

Smart dog. I turned to Roger just as he attacked. He tagged me good on the left side of the face with a hammer fist. I blocked the second incoming blow and the demonstrated why I was very good at the martial arts, beating him down hard. I knelt down next to him and took a handful of his hair onto a fist.

"Leave town. Do not come back. If you do, pray for death," I whispered into his right ear and then let go of his hair.

His head hit the floor and he was knocked out. I retrieved my daypack and dressed in fundoshi and a kimono. I didn't need the daypack so I tossed it aside and walked away, out of the double doors going out into the back yard and through the now open gate that Mike the Husky had fled through. I didn't hate Mike, I loved the dog. He had been so gentle with me. All he was a tool to be used in abusing people. As I walked through the forest, I projected peace and love out for Mike to feel. I did eventually find him and he approached me carefully, and I held out my hand to him and spoke calm words, the kind of word you would speak to a frightened animal. Mike responded and licked my hand. I soothed him and comforted him and within a few minutes he wasn't afraid of me anymore. I led him to a family I knew needed a dog to help their autistic son, and the boy responded the moment he saw Mike. Mike perked up and went to the boy and licked his face. I knew right then that Mike had found the kind of family he should have been with. I left them there, the boy petting and brushing out Mike. He had a look of absolute peace and joy on his face, just like Mike did. Did Mike and I ever mate again? We did, and that is for telling you later.

Roger must have thought I was kidding and joking around. I saw him a few days later in the market. He grinned at me as he trapped my cart with his in the far corner where the bargains were kept.

"Hello there, Davy boy," he grinned at me.

I felt myself go icy calm. This was not the place to have a fight.

"I'm still here, little boy. Come and get me if you dare," he whispered and walked away.

I relaxed and continued my shopping. I sat in my apartment on the floor stark naked the moment I got home with a single candle in front of me and all of the lights out. I meditated within Getsumi no Michi, preparing for the battle. The moment the clock struck one in the morning, my eyes snapped open. I stood and dressed in the black battle suit of the ninja and extinguished the candle. I went out of my window into a tree across the street. The night was very quiet. Not a sound was heard and it was like all of nature knew I was on the move. I began to port from tree to tree, and then from tree to building, and then across the tops of the buildings until I reached the forest once more. I moved through the trees until I got within spitting distance of Roger's property. I reached out with my feelings and found him in his easy chair on the back porch, sound asleep. I detected a couple of noisemaker traps and chuckled to myself. I smiled. This was perfect. I avoided them all and hopped to the edge of the roof. Reaching out with my senses, I jiggled the first of the noisemaker traps. I heard him jump up and saw him come off the porch with his shotgun and scan the yard. I waited for a few minutes and then repeated the stunt a few times more. I finally made my move, slipping onto the porch and standing behind him. I used ninja wire to trigger the last noisemaker, and he sat up in his chair and looked around. I made my move, grabbing his hair with my left hand and putting tanto to his throat with my right hand. I adopted a heavy Japanese accent.

"The master say, a fooled man is a dead one."

I heard a sharp intake of his breath.

"David?" he whispered.

He pushed the shotgun off his lap and kicked it down the back steps.

"A wise move, Roger-san," I whispered into his left ear. "I am ninja. I have the power to sneak up on you so quietly and kill you dead before you are able to realize that I am here. I will advise you once more. Leave. Move very far away. Do not come back here ever. Be thankful I am giving you this chance to keep your head. If you tell another man about me I shall deny it. It will be your word against mine. Pray that I do not find you again."

I stepped back and disappeared in a heartbeat to appear into a tree past his fence. I saw him jump off the porch and race out into the yard with his shotgun. I withdrew a blow gun and dart from shadow and blew the dart into the wood between the fingers of his left hand and he yelped as he dropped the shotgun. I disappeared into the night. The talk in town the next day was of Sheriff Jim Wilson finding Roger Watkins' house wide open, everything still inside the house and the only thing to mark his disappearance was his prized truck gone. They never found him anywhere in Oregon. I believe he left the state completely and took on a new identity to protect himself from me. A wise move. I sat there in Hooper's deli and listened to the talk that was going on about his disappearance. There were so many different theories as to why he left town. I didn't bother to correct anybody as that would get me into trouble. I continued to enjoy my pastrami sub and salad.

I got back to my training once the excitement died down. Vic had taken to going to the gym where I went every morning and he pushed me hard in my weight training. He showed me the physical requirements from the fire department training manual and I believed him when he said that being a fireman was a physical job. I showed him the building where I had planned to take for my physical training. He nodded and I had the funny feeling he was planning some situations for me to tackle when I got to this level. He would look over my shoulder while I worked on my online classes whenever he would visit. He would ask questions and I would tell him what it was he wanted to know. Having Vic in my corner helped. The summer dragged on but having friends to visit helped. They kept me from going nuts. I did decide to take up Dr. Evans on his offer of another scene. I trusted him because he never gave me a reason to distrust him. I was out on my bike coming home from an afternoon at the lake that Saturday so I dropped in on him at his office. Michael beamed at when he saw me in the waiting room. He grabbed my hand and led me to the exam room in the back, telling me I needed to have my special exam. I wondered just what the hell he was talking about until he yanked my shorts down along with my Speedos and took my hard cock into his mouth and began to suck me off. I shivered from the pleasure and let him suck me off for a moment or two. I pried him off my cock and hopped up on the table and stretched out, putting my feet in the stirrups, making room for Michael between my legs. The very horny red head dived back down on my cock and began sucking me off once more. He used his deep throating talent to please me, and please me he did. I was blowing my load down his throat when Evans arrived. He moved Michael to the side and stepped up on a stepstool and smiled when he discovered he was at the right height. Michael didn't waste any time in unzipping his uncle's slacks and sucking on his cock to get him hard and wet. Michael guided the big mancock to my anus and Evans pushed in. As he started to fuck me Michael climbed up on me and stuck his ten year old dick in my face. I took that piece of lovely boy into my mouth and started sucking on him as his master fucked me. Both of them fed me their cum, Evans in my ass and Michael down my throat. Can't get any better than that.

"Thank you very much. I really needed that," I said as Evans helped me up off the table.

Evans smiled as Michael beamed. "You're welcome, David. It was a pleasure for us."

I was sure they had enjoyed it too. I got dressed and joined them in his living room upstairs. I stretched out on the couch with a cold soda as Evans sat down in his recliner with a tall glass of whiskey and soda. Michael sat down in front of us Indian style.

"How is your fire classes coming along?" Evans asked, starting the conversation.

I smiled. "Fairly well. I have two major classes left this coming school year and if I pass them then I go down to the fire academy for the exam. Pass that and I can get into the fire academy. I am fairly confident I will make it."

Evans nodded. "I have a good feeling that you will make it. Just take your time and don't push yourself too hard. You can always come to see us if you need any stress relief."

"Thank you for the kind offer. I will most certainly keep that in mind," I said.

Michael smiled brightly and I knew the little boy wouldn't have any problem administering stress relief treatments to me. In fact I was looking forward to them.

"We do consider you a friend and friends do help each other in time of need," Evans said. "So do come and see us whenever you have need of a good friend."

Michael stood up and slid up onto my lap facing me. I wondered what was up and a glance at Evans told me he had no idea what Michael was doing.

"I love you big brother," Michael said and put his arms around me and hugged me.

I smiled as a warm feeling washed over me. I put my arms around Michael and hugged him close to me. Evans was beaming and I knew he approved of what Michael had just said. I took Michael's face in my hands and slightly tilted his head back and looked into those puppy dog eyes that only a little boy can do so well.

"I love you, little brother," I said, and kissed him.

Nice to have a little brother.

I made a play date with Michael the next Sunday. Yes, a play date, and not that kind of play. I had discovered that one of the things I was sorely lacking was taking time out to play. Evans had recognized that and we discussed that for a bit. So it was mutually decided between all three of us that I would have a play date with Michael every Sunday for the rest of the summer. I needed it and so did he. Michael needed to play with other kids and he really didn't have any close friends his age. I hoped it wasn't because of what and who he was. He did go to school as I had seen him there last year and he surprised me by showing up looking like any other boy, a normal boy. Sure he sported his earrings in both ears, but he did look very normal and I noted that he got along very well with the other boys his age in his class and that was good. Now he was at that age where he was leaving his little boy years behind him and starting to change a bit. I swore to give him as much support as he needed. I showed up about one and Michael greeted me at the door in just his Speedos and a harness around his well defined torso. I smiled down at him and he grinned back.

"Hi!" he chirped up, falling back into his little boy role.

I grinned. "How ya doing, little brother?"

He took my hand and led me through the office and up the stairs to the second floor. Evans looked up from what he was doing and nodded a hello. He was putting together a model of a tall sails ship. I liked the looks of it.

"Something I have been working on for some time," he said. "I have others that I have worked on and I have them displayed in my study."

"I will have to look at them sometime," I said.

He smiled and nodded. "You boys have fun."

We did. For the next four hours we did boy games and things and I had a lot of fun doing it. I felt a lot better as I headed home from Evan's house/office. There has to be something therapeutic about pushing Matchbox cars around the wood floor in the playroom (Not that kind of playroom!) that Michael had next to his bedroom upstairs. Kid had everything a ten year old could want to play with and that told me despite Troy being his master he made the effort to give Michael a normal childhood. Mine had been anything but normal, Mom and them had seen to that. Another reason why my play dates with Michael, Coach Daniels, and the boy queens were important. They kept me well grounded and from going nuts and that was very important. I have too much to lose by having a breakdown.

I went out to eat at Ernie's after leaving Michael and Troy. He had a little Mexican café on the main street and he served up the best Mexican food I'd ever had. Story goes that his father came up here when Lake Wells was a teeny tiny one street town back in the late forties after the war had ended. He opened up his dining room and served travelers good Mexican home cooking and today his house still stands but the restaurant got moved into a smaller building and grew from there. Now the younger son owned the place and he could cook. I pushed myself back from the table out on the patio after consuming a big combination platter and gave my personal seal of approval on it. People chuckled at that and went back to their dinners. I leaned back and sipped my cold coke and smiled at the memory of Michael showing off his matchbox car collection. I looked up at the right moment and saw a four door sedan pull to a stop in front of the OCPS (Oregon Child Protective Services) just as a big truck popped out of nowhere and ram into the sedan, forcing it through the front of the office. I was on my feet and over the rail in seconds. I got to the truck and discovered the driver slumped over the wheel. I got him out and looked back inside to see a digital clock doing a countdown. Oh shit. I looked in the back of the truck and discovered round canisters of oil, fertilizer, C-4, nails, and dynamite. I made the obvious choice. I got behind the steering wheel and backed up the truck, hitting something. I shifted into first and floored the gas pedal. The truck responded and I took off for the lake. I knew the marina wasn't too far away and I elected to take the truck off the docks there and sink the bastard. I had two minutes to do it. Wendy James, one of Sheriff Wilson's deputies chased me through the streets. I was doing everything I could to get the truck to the lake and I managed it without hurting anybody else. I swung the truck onto the dock at the thirty second mark. The truck nosedived into the lake at the fifteen second mark. I kicked clear once the cab sank, and this bitch was sinking fast. I found a big board on the surface of the lake, having been broken free by the dive into the lake. I climbed onto it and got into the center. I took a deep breath and yelled a warning.

"EVERYBODY GO FOR COVER! THE TRUCK IS A ROLLING BOMB!"

Just as I finished the last word, the detonator went off, triggering the bombs. I got lifted off way up into the air as the wood beneath me splintered. I made my body go into forward somersaults in mid air to keep my upward momentum going as the other explosives went. The water in the lake acted like some kind of barrier, smothering the force of the explosions, something I had counted on as the truck had sunk really fast because of the weight in the back. I stayed up in the air for as long as possible, the energy of the explosions that came out of the water knocking me higher with each explosion going off. The last one was weak and I knew my flying time was done. I started coming down and moved my body up straight, my feet going first and my arms against my body. Wendy and two other men were there to pull me up on the dock. I was hurting from the battering I had taken and knew I'd be sore as hell tomorrow.

Wendy and I raced for her police car and we went racing back into town. I jumped out before she stopped her car and went inside the building to start rescuing people. But others had beaten me to it and thirty five was just now arriving. I did what I could to the people I found. Carol Reardon was alive and well, having gone into another room at the moment of impact. Chalmers was nowhere to be seen. Melanie Chalmers was the new boss of the Lake Wells office and she was not liked by anybody. Gee, I wonder why. She had been very vocal about my being here after she arrived. I had to wonder if the former boss talked to her after getting busted for pulling a gun on me at the conference the first day I had gotten here. I'll have to run that past Wilson later. It didn't take long to get people out and treated for cuts caused by flying glass. Wendy had taken the truck driver off to the jail. The street slowly got back to normal now that the excitement was over. I headed for the jail.

"There you are," Davis said to me as I walked up. "I was just about to start looking for you. Boss wants to see you."

Carl Davis was the town's only black detective. Why that was I'll never know. Perhaps that's how it worked out. He was very respected because of how he treated people.

"Hi Carl. How's the detecting business?" I grinned as a few of the cops chuckled.

Carl smiled. He and I had been friends ever since I pulled his boy out of a burning car a few months ago. Once he heard of my immediate goals he had stepped into my corner and had been there ever since.

"Just fine. Right now I can detect a report you wish to give the boss," he grinned.

There was more laughter to that as I followed him inside. I sat down in Wilson's office and waited for him to show up. Carl handed me a cup of tea and I sipped it slowly as I gathered up my thoughts and compiled my verbal report. Wilson walked in fifteen minutes later and settled down behind his desk as Marvin took another chair. I finished my tea and then launched into my report. Nobody said anything until I was done. Then they started in with the questions. I walked out of there an hour later. I headed home wondering what was going to happen next.

I really shouldn't have asked because fucking Mr. Murphy heard me and sent Melanie Chalmers my way the next morning. I had just gotten out of the shower and became aware of someone pounding on my front door. I could feel the anger and killing intent from the other side of the door so I palmed a knife as I went to answer the door after tying kimono around me. I opened the door to find Chalmers very red in the face as she snarled at me. What the fuck? I had saved people yesterday by getting the truck out of town before it went kablooey and here she is breathing brimfire at me. The knife went back into shadow as I crossed my arms and stood there until she ran out of steam.

"Good morning Ms. Chalmers, and thank you for coming by to thank me for saving your office and your people from death and harm," I said very calmly.

She went off once more and I waited for her to blow out of steam. Logical was sitting at his desk in his little room deep inside of my brain taking notes of everything that was going on. He was a big help at times, pointing out the most obvious things that I tended to miss the first time round. He paused as he sipped his tea.

"She sure is loud," he observed.

Well no shit, Sherlock. A little late to state the obvious, isn't it?

"Wow, you can even see her tonsils," he remarked.

It took a bit of effort to not laugh in her wrinkled up face.

"Excuse me Ms. Chalmers, but I really do have very important things to do today. I must bid you goodbye, it was so nice of you to stop by. We must do this again sometime," I said very calmly as I stepped back and closed the door in her face.

"Well done lad," the English accent of the voice I called approval sounded.

"Yes, what?" Logical chuckled.

I sighed. Those two can be damned annoying at times. I sighed and went back to the kitchen for a cup of tea and went to my computer. It was time to get back to work.

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