Page 2 of Kipp

A few short hours later and Dale was sitting on the train and gradually feeling the stress and strain that Benson had brought upon him disappear. He was leaving the city, and he was leaving behind some bad memories, that was for sure.

The train carriage was like something from the past. With his own little compartment, Dale was able to snuggle on the comfy old seat and dreamily watch as the scene outside his window turned from the vast metropolis of the city to the suburbs, and then to a far more rural picture.

With his headphones softly playing one of his favorite audiobooks into his ears, Dale soon found his mind wandering. And far from being bogged down by Benson, Dale’s mind was far more eager to reminisce about all the good times he had experienced growing up in Eagle Ridge.

Yes, he might have wanted to escape for a new adventure when he was a teen, but Dale could now see precisely how wonderful his childhood had been.

All that green space.

The lakes, the forests, the little stores.

I’m actually looking forward to being home…

Growing up in Eagle Ridge had been fun, wholesome, and way less dangerous than city life. Dale thought back to all the longweekend days spent playing with his friends, galivanting in the dense woodland and building forts and hunting for butterflies to marvel at and observe.

Life had been sweet.

In a way, it felt kind of foolish that Dale had ever wanted to escape at all. But he knew that at the time, his desire to leave and explore the wider world had been very real. And the truth was that Dale still felt that urge now. He was determined to enjoy himself for however long he was in Eagle Ridge, but he was convinced that when it was possible to leave and discover a new place, he wouldn’t hesitate.

‘So many memories…’ Dale said, his mind still flashing through his life back in Eagle Ridge. ‘And some naughty ones too…’

Dale giggled to himself as he remembered the Eagle Ridge waterfall where he would sometimes sneak off to for some private fun. He made a mental note to do the same once more, and this time he would bring a little toy with him to add to the experience.

Dale wasn’t afraid of his kinky side. In fact, he embraced it. And having expanded his experiences in the city, he saw no reason why returning to his smalltown home should put a stop to that. Sure, he might not have anyone else to play with, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have some very special fun.

Even the thought of lying naked, hard, and with his cheeks parted underneath the waterfall’s powerful jet of water was making his cock stiffen inside his flimsy briefs.

But before Dale could get too excited, he saw a message flash up on his phone – and even better, it was from his friend, Marshall…

MARSHALL: Yo Dale! I’ve got some good news for you. Not only have I booked you some shifts at The Hot Plate… but guess what? I’ve got you the studio apartment above the diner. It might be small, but it’ll be perfect for what you need. And the best thing is that you won’t even have to pay rent on condition that you help with cleaning up the diner at the end of the day. You can thank me later hehe! XoXo

Dale immediately felt so happy that he wanted to jump up and down and shout at the top of his voice. Somewhere to stay, and for free too? It sounded too good to be true. Helping out with the evening cleanup would be no big deal, and not having to pay any rent would mean that he could save way more of his wages. This was perfect. And Dale knew that he owed it all to Marshall.

DALE: Hell yeah! That’s radical! Thank you soooo much, Marshall. I owe you one. Actually, I probably owe you about a hundred. I can’t wait to see you again. It’s been too long. Actually, it’s been waaaaay to long. Speak soon XoXo.

As the train continued to chug along, Dale was feeling increasingly good about his return to Eagle Ridge. Dale couldn’t quite believe that he hadn’t been back to visit once since leaving, and it kind of made him feel a bit bad. Seeing how loyal a friend Marshall was, Dale figured that he probably had some making up to do on that front.

And the more he thought about it, the more Dale realized that the kind of loyalty that Marshall showed was way more than anything his friends in the city had ever shown. Life in the big city was fast, frenetic, and it seemed like making real friends was in fact pretty hard. Dale had a big social circle in the city,but when it came down to it none of them really went out of their way to help him when he pulled away from Benson.

Marshall on the other hand had come through when it mattered.

And Dale was determined to make their friendship his priority when he got himself back home. Littles always stuck together through thick and thin, and Dale was going to make sure that he and Marshall got their friendship back to its best.

With hope in his heart, Dale looked out of the window once more and watched as the sun set over the horizon. There was still a long way to go on his journey, but Dale knew that when he woke up, he would be back home – and this time he knew that he was going to be happy to be there.

And with that, Dale brought Rebel in close, let his eyes slowly shut, and allowed the audiobook’s dulcet tones send him off to a most satisfying sleep.

‘Mmmmm,’ Dale said, slowly coming round as the train’s brakes brought it to a slow, screeching halt. ‘I’m… home.’

Dale opened his eyes and immediately felt his heart flutter as he saw the sign on the train platform. Eagle Ridge. The last stop on the journey. And it was a stop that filled Dale with more joy than he could have anticipated.

‘Rebel, we’re here, we’re finally here,’ Dale said, kissing his stuffie on his black nose.

As he stretched his feet and arms out to shake off the sleep, Dale knew that this was a big moment in his life. He’d been through alot in the last few months. From Benson turning bad to deciding to leave his city dream behind him, Dale hadn’t felt able to relax for so long.

But somehow, all it had taken was seeing the Eagle Ridge sign to fill Dale with a sense of belonging and homecoming that he hadn’t known in quite some time. The emotion of the moment was in danger of getting the most of Dale, and he felt his eyes fill with tears.

‘Durr, get a grip, silly,’ Dale said, laughing as he realized that he might have been over-egging the moment just a touch. ‘It’s just a frickin’ sign at a train station.’

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