Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2007 00:30:06 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Luke Chapter 3

'LUKE' by Nathan

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Luke: Chapter 3

Saturday morning announced it's arrival with a shaft of light slicing it's
way across the room from a chink in the dark blue curtains. Luke watched
the dust flash and fly in the narrow beam. It was amazing to think that
that dust was there all the time, but you could only see it this clearly
when the light picked it up like this. Yuck! Did that mean that you
actually breathed this stuff in? Luke thought there must be something to
stop all that dust ending up in your lungs, or you'd be like a constant
vacuum cleaner, sucking up all the rubbish in the air. He slowly became
aware of something tickling his left foot. He looked down and saw Evan was
awake too and already starting to tease him. He retaliated by grabbing one
of Evan's feet and tickling it as hard as he could. It wasn't long before
the noise they were making was heard downstairs in the kitchen, where
Evan's dad, Joe, was making himself his third cup of tea that morning.

Sue had left at 6.30am to open up the newsagents. The papers arrived
everyday of the week at 6.40am and someone had to be there to sign for
them. Sue and another shop assistant took it in turns to do this early
shift. It was hard work, lifting all the bales of newspapers into the shop,
unpacking, counting and putting them all in the racks on the wall. She
normally had them finished by about 7.30 am, but that depended on how many
early customers came in and had to be served. This morning she wasn't quite
as fast as usual because she was worried how Joe would cope with the two
boys. Before he was made redundant he had enjoyed spending time with them,
even taking them fishing down at the canal, but recently he had been so bad
tempered that they had avoided him most of the time. When Evan did pluck up
the courage to speak to him, he normally got his head bit off for his
effort. Sue just couldn't understand why, when they had so little money
anyway, that Joe insisted on going out and wasting it getting drunk. It
didn't help. Why couldn't he see that it just made things worse? She had
forbidden him to go back out to the pub last night and that had caused the
row the boys had heard when they came in for dinner. She wanted him 'with
it' today so he could keep an eye on them for her. It wasn't like it was
all day. She finished at three anyway.

Joe ignored the noise coming from above and sat down to drink his
tea. Although he had not appreciated being nagged at, or told he couldn't
go back to the pub, he had to admit he did feel a little more with it
today. Normally, well since he was laid off, he would sleep in till around
10 on a Saturday morning, but here he was at eight, wide awake and drinking
his third cup off tea. Sue had made him his first when she woke him up,
just before she went out to work. She worked hard. It wasn't that he didn't
appreciate Sue, it was just that, well, he had kind of just fallen into
marriage. Perhaps drifted was a better word, he thought, because what he
really wanted when he was 21 was to spend time with his male friends. Back
then it was totally out of the question to even consider a male-male
relationship. It was illegal for one thing, but all of these years he kept
those frustrated feeling locked up inside, eating away at the affection he
had had for Sue. She was a pretty woman and kind. It was wrong of him to
blame her for how he felt. The redundancy wasn't her fault and it certainly
wasn't her fault that he was a pervert. He listened to the boys, who were
obviously now up and playing in Evan's room, and remembered the sight of
them both running naked across the landing, not a care in the world. What
innocence.

He though about how bad things had been since he lost his job; the many
rejections he had faced because most local companies were laying people off
and the few jobs that were about were snapped up without even being
advertised. Still, he had let himself slip. He had descended into this rut
of self-pity and the worse thing was, he knew it.  Everything had
changed. All the things that used to matter, all the things that used to
bring him pleasure, all of them seemed unreachable now. But as he sat and
listened he realised that, perhaps, that wasn't true. An idea began to take
shape in his mind. He stood up and went over to the dresser where Sue kept
what little housekeeping money they had. There was enough, but he knew that
if he just took it there'd be another row.  He picked up the phone and
called the newsagents. Sue didn't get many calls at work, especially from
Joe, so she immediately thought something had happened to one of the boys.

"No, no, no. Don't worry about them. They're both bouncing around upstairs
making enough racket for a herd of elephants."  "So there's nothing wrong?"
She asked, suspicious now.  "No. It's just I had an idea, but it costs
money so I thought I'd see if you thought we had enough."  "What?" Now she
was suspicious. He had taken her housekeeping a couple of times to pay for
one of his drinking binges. What was he up to now?  "Well, it's been ages
since I took Evan swimming and I thought, if you thought we had enough, I'd
take 'em to the baths. It'd mean fare for the buz (bus) and the pool, but,
if you think we've got enough to do it, I'm sure they'd both be up for it."

She was amazed. This was more like the old Joe. True, they didn't really
have the money, and only last night he had been shouting how they couldn't
afford to feed Luke all weekend, so what had happened to change his mind
like this. She couldn't think what was wrong. It was odd, to change just
like that, but why was she complaining. Wasn't this better, a definite
change for the better? She could make the money stretch a little further
this week. She had become an expert at making a little go a long way.

"OK. I guess they would both like that, Joe. Just make sure you keep an eye
on them, especially Luke, 'cause I don't know how good a swimmer he
is. You'll have to find an old pair of Evan's trunks for Luke to wear,
'cause I don't expect him mum will have packed any."  "Right. And it's Ok
to take the money out the housekeeping?"  "Yes. Just don't take too much
Joe." She immediately felt guilty. Here he was making an effort for the
first time in months and she was already making judgements, thinking that
this was somehow a ploy to take the money without her noticing or getting
angry about it. Well, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt until she saw
how much he actually took.

When he hung up, he went back over to the teapot and poured another
cupa'. Whether his little fantasy came to anything or not was down to
whether he had the guts, but if nothing else happened, they'd all enjoy the
swim. He listened to the boys jumping around upstairs, such energy and
life! It was a shame to have to grow up and have responsibilities, a
mortgage, a family and bills. Life was unfair and he definitely deserved a
break. He slowly drank his tea. No point in rushing. They had all morning
and most of the afternoon. He watched the second hand on the kitchen clock
tick slowly round. How time dragged once you had something to do. He
finished his tea, put his cup in the sink and made his way upstairs. He
opened Evan's door and caught the boys wrestling on the bed. Evan had his
arms wrapped around Luke's legs holding him like a vice, so that the back
of the boy's pyjama bottoms had pulled down slightly revealing his round
little bum. Luke looked round when he heard the door and lost his balance,
falling forwards over Evan and causing his pyjamas to slip even further
down. His legs still in Evan's vice, he put his hands down to stop his
fall, making an almost perfect 30 degree angle and leaving his bare bum
stuck up in the air. Joe couldn't stop himself. He reached out and gave the
bare flesh a gentle slap. Luke felt the slap on his bum cheek and squealed
in mock horror. All three were now laughing, as Luke struggled to pull his
bottoms back up.

"Right, you two. How do you both fancy a little trip to the baths? We
haven't been swimming for ages, have we Evan?" He watched the boys' eyes
widen.  In unison they called out, "Oh, yeah!"  "Ok, then. There's just one
small problem; Luke doesn't have his trunks with him, so we'll have to find
an old pair of yours that fit well enough to hide his bits." Both boys
laughed at Joe's reference to Luke's bits. Any reference to genitalia was
guaranteed to make 10-year-old boys giggle. The boys were now excited and
bouncing on Evan's bed, talking over each other and discussing the swimming
baths. Joe crossed to Evan's chest of drawers and pulled open the top
underwear draw. He sorted through the socks and underpants until he
realised that there were no trunks in that draw. He moved down to the draw
with Evan's shorts in. He rarely had anything to do with the boy's
clothes. That, he was now thinking, was a mistake he would have to
correct. He sorted through the shorts 'til he found three pairs of skimpy
little Speedos. He was sure the nay-blue ones were the newest.  "Which are
you wearing now?" He asked his son, holding all three pairs up.  "The blue
ones." Evan answered, unhelpfully.  "They're all blue, Evan. Which one?"
 "Those dark blue ones." Joe had been right: the navy ones were the new
ones. "Right, then. Let's find out which of these fit you best, Luke." He
motioned for the boy to come over to him.

Luke stood up on the bed and walked to the edge closest to Evan's dad. As
the boy neared, Joe didn't wait for him to step off the bed, he just
reached out and took hold of the child's pyjama bottoms and pulled them
straight down. Luke was a bit shocked at the forthright way he had been
undressed, but a good boy, he stood and let Evan's dad slip his pyjama
bottoms first off one foot, then the other. He had to put his hands on
Joe's shoulders to steady himself and the man then fed first one foot then
the other through into a plain light blue pair of trunks. Joe straightened
his back as he pulled the trunks up the boy's slim hairless legs. He
watched as the front stretched the boy's ball sack and then as first his
balls then his cute little dick slipped inside the silky blue material. He
slipped a finger in the waist band and slid it round to the back and then
around to the front, ostensibly to make sure they were not too tight for
the boy, but as his finger passed in front it made momentary contact with
the little penis. Luke had been obediently standing still so Joe could
check him, but looked up suddenly when the man's finger had touched his
willy. Joe winked at him. Something jumped in Luke's tummy, a funny
feeling. Joe was now running a finger around the elasticised leg and once
again, as his finger came to the front it made contact, this time with the
boy's ball sack. Luke stared silently at Evan's dad and was sure he winked
again.  Evan was lying on his bed behind Luke and saw none of this.

Joe pulled down the first pair and slipped them off the boy's legs and over
his feet.  The he pulled the second pair on. Once again he slipped his
finger in the waistband and once again made contact with the tip of Luke's
penis. This time it jumped and Joe noticed a definite outline, suggesting
the little prick was getting hard. He made Luke turn around and then
back. They were a little small for him, but a better fit than the first
pair. He pulled them down quickly and as he did, the waistband caught
Luke's now semi-hard dick and pulled it down, then released it and it
flicked back up, slapping the boy's lily-white flesh. Luke stepped out of
the trunks and stood there naked in front of Joe. He looked into the man's
eyes and saw something he didn't recognise. It was like Evan's dad was
excited, but the rest of his face showed no sign of it.

Joe felt uncomfortable, as if Luke had been reading his mind. The boy was
gorgeous, but something about him unsettled Joe. Could he risk what he was
planning?  "Come on now you two. Get dressed and we'll go." He took Evan's
dark blue trunk and the pair he had selected for Luke and went to get
towels and his own.

More to come...