Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 14:24:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey Livestrong <joey_livestrong (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Kipper's Love and the Fireman Chapter 1

Kipper's Love and the Fireman

Characters:

Kipper -- 10 m
Charlie -- 25 M
Matty -- 10 m

(Please could more people put this at the start of their
story it makes it much easier to find the stories that
interest you.)


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Chapter 1


Kipper got home from school that Friday to an empty
house. As normal his mom had left the front door latch
key under the third plant pot from the door. Scooping it
up, he unlocked the door and let himself into the house.
Inside, the house smelt fresh and clean, Friday was
cleaner day so he always stayed a little longer at school
playing with his friends before coming home, not wanting
to get in the way.

As he always did the second he got home from school,
Kipper ran upstairs to his room and took off his school
uniform. Only recently had he gone from doing this as
quickly as possible so that he could get on and play, to
now standing in front of his mirror, watching himself
slowly undress. He had started doing this after a
sleepover one night at his friend Matty's house. Matty
was from a family of four boys and having friends with
older brothers was great simply because they knew so
much. A few weeks ago Kipper had been at the sleepover
with Matty and Jesse, when all was quiet in the house
they had sneaked into the spare room where the computer
was kept, logged on and opened up a few files from
Matty's brother's folder. Although it wasn't exactly that
explicit, a video of a blonde bimbo slowly undressing and
touching herself, it left an impressionable memory on the
10 year olds' minds.

Unfortunately their excitement had been short lived as
they soon heard noises upstairs and quickly shut down the
computer. The day after the sleepover Matty had come into
school a little winded. In their rush to turn off the
computer neither boy had thought to clear the history and
big brother had quickly found out his files had been
tampered with. Matty obviously bore the brunt of his
teenage brother's anger, coming into school clutching his
stomach.

However this video alone had been by far enough to set
little Kipper's mind racing. Every night that he had come
home from school to an empty home, he had stood in front
of his mirror and removed his school uniform as sexily as
he could remember from the brief video. He would finally
get down to his baby-blue boxer shorts and smile, happy
with the job he had done. Oddly he never went further in
front of the mirror, usually because he needed to keep
his boxers on for play. Then he would pick out some
shorts and a t-shirt, grab his board and zoom out onto
the street.

The road Kipper lived on was quiet and suburban, everyone
knew each other by face, and smiled greetings to each
other as they passed but none seemed to go beyond that.
One man though, resident of No.42 Ochre House, wished
differently. What he would give just to have even the
slightest conversation with the subject of all his
dreams. As he wandered up and down his garden, the tinny
sound of the hover mower preceding him as he went, he
turned just at the right moment to see his dream fly past
him almost at a blur.

Releasing the handle of the mower, the engine cut off and
left a pleasantly silent atmosphere. Quickly he raised
his now free hand and waved happily to the ten year old
blonde boy now skating past him. Slightly heart broken
that the boy hadn't even waved back he dejectedly turned
back to his mower when he heard a screeching of plastic
on tarmac right behind him. Spinning round, there stood
the boy he had dreamed of so often.

"Heeeeeeeya Charlie."
      Came the sound of an angel slightly out of breath.

"Hey there sunshine, watcha' up to buddy?"
      The second he said it, it hit him how stupid a
question that must have sounded.

"Errrr... boardin' hehehe"

"Yeah I guess that was a bit of a no-brainer huh?"
      He replied trying to make the best of an
embarrassing situation.

Charlie often wondered why, no matter how well educated
one may be, in the presence of an angel one can only
stutter and embarrass oneself.

"How's the house?"
	Charlie asked as he thought back to the time he had
first met his angel.

It had been about three months ago, still winter and he
had just moved into the neighbourhood. He was 25 years
old, his parents had recently died in an earthquake on
holiday and he had been left with enough money for a
comfortable house in suburbia. Being a fireman, and an
enthusiastic one at that, not just doing it as a job but
putting personal effort into every emergency just to make
a difference to peoples' lives, he was easily transferred
to the fire station of his new district. Within a month
of living in his new neighbourhood he had met most of the
residents and introduced himself as Charlie, the fireman.

Being a rather attractive 25 year old fireman in suburbia
has its advantages, that is if lonely middle aged
housewives are your cup of tea. Unfortunately Charlie had
long since gone off women and begun dreaming of men and
even more often, teenage boys. He was soon welcomed into
the neighbourhood and receiving the smiles off the
resident friendlies, making him happy with his choice of
setting. One house he observed never really saw any life.
No.39 only ever seemed to have a car in the drive late at
night and in the two months he had lived on the street,
Charlie had never seen anyone enter or exit the property.

That changed one night about 2am when he was working a
night shift at the station. The call came through of a
kitchen fire at a house on Fleming Lane. Quickly he
joined the rest of the team and within fifteen minutes
had arrived at the scene of the fire. The fire had spread
up the stairs to the landing and they were quickly
informed by the shrieking of a worried mother that her
son was trapped up there in his bedroom. A path through
the fire was quickly made with the talent of the L.A.F.D.
and Charlie was the first to enter the boy's room.
Huddled in a corner crying was a boy no more than 10
years old. Immediately Charlie ran over to the boy and
scooped him up into his manly arms, explaining to the boy
that he was safe now and everything would be ok.

An ambulance had arrived and was awaiting the boy and
Charlie carried him quickly towards it. The boy was given
a blanket and checked, fortunately he was completely
unharmed. In fact because his bedroom door had been
closed he didn't even have smoke inhalation. As Charlie
put the boy in the back of the ambulance he looked at the
face of the boy for the first time. That face would stay
with him in his dreams for the rest of his life. He could
do nothing but stare at the beauty that sat before him.

Little Kipper smiled, still slightly shaken from the
ordeal of being trapped in a burning house, but happy
that he was nice and safe and that he had been saved by a
big strong fireman.

The house as it turned out hadn't been that badly
damaged, and the insurance even paid up quickly. Within
two weeks the house had been fully repaired and life was
back to normal.

"Yeh it's ok thanks, hasn't burnt down again yet. Did you
get that thing I made you?"
      Asked the boy as the flashback in Charlie's mind
ended.

"The card? I absolutely did it was fantastic and it
really meant a lot to me that you made it."
      He replied thinking about the card that the second
he read it made him burst into tears and from that moment
Charlie knew he was in love with a ten year old boy.

"Cool I came round like five times to say thank you like
for savin' me and my house but you were never in and I
dunno really where the fire station is, sorry for not,
ya' know, sounding very grateful but I am I promise."
      Kipper told Charlie as he looked down at his feet
feeling bad that he had not yet thanked the man that had
saved his life.

"Oh hey that's ok buddy no worries your card was thank
you enough."
      The card had touched Charlie's heart the amount of
effort and care that had gone into it and he would
remember the message forever: `Thanks for being my hero.'

"Cool, well I gotta go I'm goin' boardin' at the park
with my friend Matty."

"Ok Kipper, have fun and by the way you look awesome on
that thing."

That made him blush so angelically and he smiled, and in
one slick movement dropped his board to the ground as he
jumped in the air and landed on it. Then he turned on the
spot and Charlie took a sneak look at the boy's cute
little butt in those shorts and further down to his bare
legs, which looked absolutely divine.

As the boy skated off he jumped taking the board through
the air with him, off of the pavement and landed neatly
in the road in a style that Charlie would soon learn to
call an "ollie".

Charlie smiled at the boy that had tried so hard with
that little trick to impress him and waved goodbye to the
boy that was waving to him in turn. He watched the Adonis
right until he disappeared round the corner. Ready to
continue with the job he had been so easily distracted
from he quickly realised he would have to do something
about the problem he now had in his jeans. He was leaking
precum badly. Fortunately the material of the jeans had
not let any soak through while he was talking to the boy
but that wouldn't last long. He headed quickly indoors to
sort out the problem.

Kicking off his shoes, then shorts and t-shirt he
collapsed onto the sofa with his hand solidly round his 7
inches of cut man meat. He started slowly with the
stroking but as more and more images of undressing the
blonde beauty that was ten year old Kipper, came flying
into his vision he speeded up and was soon pumping away
at an impressive rate. (Well he was a fireman he should
be experienced with handling long hoses (sorry couldn't
resist!)).

In his mind the perfect little ten year old boy lay
totally naked on his bed, his erect little hairless boy-
dick pointing north and Kipper's hands would gently
caress and tug at it. His visions zoomed in on Kipper's
body as he imagined kissing all over the small boy
working his way to that perfect bit of meat that he so
desperately wanted to taste. The man in the vision opened
his mouth and engulfed the imaginary boyhood. Even in
such unreality he could taste the sweetness and innocence
of the boy and he erupted all over the couch shot after
shot after shot.

He was completely spent and moved to the other couch
devoid of any sticky semen and lay down exhausted,
quickly slipping into a deep sleep.

Kipper meanwhile had arrived at Matty's house and had
been welcomed inside by his mother. Kipper was told Matty
was in his room and should go up to see him so taking his
DC skate shoes off he thanked her and headed upstairs.

Kipper and Matty had been best friends since they met in
Kindergarten. Only recently Matty had started hanging out
with other boys too, often leaving Kipper feeling a
little left out. As good friends Kipper didn't even think
of knocking before entering his Matty's bedroom. As he
did he stood shocked as his friend was stood completely
naked sporting what Kipper referred to as a `woody'.
Normally he would have looked away instantly but he
couldn't he just stood there staring at his naked
friend's body.

"Dude, don't you knock?!"
	Exclaimed Matty as his hands flew down to cover his
indecency.

"I'm errr, I'm sorry Matty I didn't think you'd be like,
you know. Sorry Matty."
	Kipper tried desperately not to make his friend mad
at him, he already felt he was losing him and this surely
wouldn't help.

"It's fine just can you go out while I get dressed please
I don't need a crowd."
	Matty replied slightly annoyed that Kipper was still
stood there staring at him.

Kipper apologised again and quickly left the room. On the
landing he crouched down feeling awful, not only because
he sensed his friend was mad at him, but also because the
second he saw his naked friend, he too had gotten a
woody.

Matty soon opened the door and noticed how upset Kipper
looked.

"Hey Kips I didn't mean to shout at you dude, I was just
kinda' embarrassed that I was stood their in all my glory
and you were jus' starin' at me."

"S'ok sorry `bout crashin' in your room."

"No worries man, let's go skate."

And the two boys headed out on their boards to the local
skate park where about five other boys from their school
were skating.

At about 7pm the boys were tired and hungry and so headed
off to their various homes. Kipper arrived home once
again to a deserted house. His mother was a very
professional woman and considered her career far more
important than her family. His dad had died last year,
and now he was used to being alone.

Kipper checked the fridge and his meal was ready to be
heated up. After his meal for one he watched TV for a
while, his favorite cartoon was on, South Park. Feeling a
little tired he headed to his room and with no sexy show,
stripped down to nothing and climbed into bed. He had
recently started sleeping naked as his mom never came
into his room. As he lay there he couldn't get the vision
of his naked friend out of his mind.

A few days ago he had awoken lying awkwardly on top of
his pillow as if it were another person. As he moved to
stretch, his morning woody had rubbed against the
material of the pillow and caused him to shiver. Wanting
the feeling again he pressed himself back into the pillow
and gently began gyrating his hips into the pillow, each
thrust sending a shiver of sensation through his ten year
old body. At first it had been awkward but as he did it
for longer and longer he got better and a rhythm started
developing. Very soon he had his arms stretched out to
support himself as he looked down his body at his 2 inch
uncut boy-dick gliding across the base of his pillow.

Kipper decided, because of his woody he would have to
play this game again to stand any chance of getting to
sleep that night. Getting the rhythm going he was soon
pounding away at the plumped material. He closed his eyes
and immediately the vision of Matty's naked body popped
into his head and a sensational pulse surged through his
body starting with his boy-dick. He couldn't stop
imagining that image he saw today wishing he could be
there in person again and again. His humping got faster
and faster and he started feeling like he had to pee, but
the feeling also wouldn't let him stop. Kipper's whole
body tensed and he squealed as pulse after pulse of pure
ecstasy shot through his body. He groaned, his arms gave
way and he collapsed in a deep slumber on his bed.

***

I hope you liked Chapter 1. I'm trying to make this story
a little more sexual than my last (Toby and the SUV) but
I don't want to move away from having a main story line.

Let me know what you think, but flames will be ignored
and reported (and most don't make it through spam
controls anyway). Joey_livestrong  @   yahoo . com

With enough positive feedback I shall begin writing
Chapter 2.