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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,466
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 42
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 42
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Place: BPH
The flames are already burning through the office floor. The fire is spreading fast, primarily upward of course. Above the office is the fishbowl. The soundproof fishbowl.
Victor tears up the stairs, and bursts into the room. Walsh is fast asleep. He shakes him. "Come on, Kid. Get out of here."
"What, uh, you still here? What's that smell? What's that beeping?"
"The house is on fuckin' fire, Walsh. Let's go!" The naked boy stands up, stumbles a few feet, and falls on the floor. "Damn. Shit." Victor slams the door shut, grabs the sheet off the bed and runs into the bathroom. He throws it in the tub and turns on the cold water. He runs back, picks the boy up, wraps him in a blanket, then in the wet sheet. He carries him to the door and feels it with the back of his hand. "OK, Dear God, help me." He opens the door and sees flames have already come up the stairs and are dancing around the ceiling. He crouches low and carries his precious cargo down the burning stairs. When he gets outside, the fire truck is barreling through the electric gate. One of the workers grabs Walsh and Victor collapses on the ground.
That night at the hospital, the boys learn that Walsh is now safely asleep in the pediatric wing. The EMTs said he was lucky that Victor knew what to do and got him out in time. Victor however sustained third degree burns on his arms, face and feet. He swallowed a lot of smoke, and probably had a heart attack as well. The boys take up a vigil in the waiting room outside ICU. Doc comes by every hour or so and tries to act optimistic but the boys know him too well. He can't fool them.
Around 3:00 A.M., Arnold comes into the waiting room with the latest report from the Patterson FD. "The worst structural damage is to the office floor. The rest can be repaired quickly. But there is smoke damage throughout the house. Every room will need to be scrubbed and aired out. Dr. Maxwell says you can stay in the dormitory at Jordan Academy for a while."
"Do they know how it happened?"
"They're not sure, but the workmen were using an acetylene torch, and somehow it touched off a box of old clothes by Nelson's room."
"You mean, his undies collection?"
"Oh, so you boys knew about that. Yeah, and I ought to tell you another collection was destroyed as well. That cabinet in the office. All the DVDs. All the tapes. All gone. Excuse me, I need to find a coffee machine."
"Wow," says Kenny. "Those DVDs were like our gold mine. Our assets. BPH is over."
Brian, "But we still own the house. There's insurance. And we got money in the bank. We can keep going."
Greg, "Yeah, but without the evidence, there's like no way we can make any of the men stay now."
Dean, "Hey, we got our other assets. They're still good for something, ain't they?"
Mike, "I think we got something more valuable than the DVDs or the house, or even our pretty boy assholes. We got each other, guys. I mean you're the only real family I ever had. Come on, now, group hug."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 42
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Place: BPH
The flames are already burning through the office floor. The fire is spreading fast, primarily upward of course. Above the office is the fishbowl. The soundproof fishbowl.
Victor tears up the stairs, and bursts into the room. Walsh is fast asleep. He shakes him. "Come on, Kid. Get out of here."
"What, uh, you still here? What's that smell? What's that beeping?"
"The house is on fuckin' fire, Walsh. Let's go!" The naked boy stands up, stumbles a few feet, and falls on the floor. "Damn. Shit." Victor slams the door shut, grabs the sheet off the bed and runs into the bathroom. He throws it in the tub and turns on the cold water. He runs back, picks the boy up, wraps him in a blanket, then in the wet sheet. He carries him to the door and feels it with the back of his hand. "OK, Dear God, help me." He opens the door and sees flames have already come up the stairs and are dancing around the ceiling. He crouches low and carries his precious cargo down the burning stairs. When he gets outside, the fire truck is barreling through the electric gate. One of the workers grabs Walsh and Victor collapses on the ground.
That night at the hospital, the boys learn that Walsh is now safely asleep in the pediatric wing. The EMTs said he was lucky that Victor knew what to do and got him out in time. Victor however sustained third degree burns on his arms, face and feet. He swallowed a lot of smoke, and probably had a heart attack as well. The boys take up a vigil in the waiting room outside ICU. Doc comes by every hour or so and tries to act optimistic but the boys know him too well. He can't fool them.
Around 3:00 A.M., Arnold comes into the waiting room with the latest report from the Patterson FD. "The worst structural damage is to the office floor. The rest can be repaired quickly. But there is smoke damage throughout the house. Every room will need to be scrubbed and aired out. Dr. Maxwell says you can stay in the dormitory at Jordan Academy for a while."
"Do they know how it happened?"
"They're not sure, but the workmen were using an acetylene torch, and somehow it touched off a box of old clothes by Nelson's room."
"You mean, his undies collection?"
"Oh, so you boys knew about that. Yeah, and I ought to tell you another collection was destroyed as well. That cabinet in the office. All the DVDs. All the tapes. All gone. Excuse me, I need to find a coffee machine."
"Wow," says Kenny. "Those DVDs were like our gold mine. Our assets. BPH is over."
Brian, "But we still own the house. There's insurance. And we got money in the bank. We can keep going."
Greg, "Yeah, but without the evidence, there's like no way we can make any of the men stay now."
Dean, "Hey, we got our other assets. They're still good for something, ain't they?"
Mike, "I think we got something more valuable than the DVDs or the house, or even our pretty boy assholes. We got each other, guys. I mean you're the only real family I ever had. Come on, now, group hug."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.