Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 18:30:32 -0800
From: Robert Just  Robert <kewl_dad_1@msn.com>
Subject: Poindexter Files-Chapters 1-2

This story is the sole property of the author.  Please do not repost this
story without written consent.  The story is a work of fiction, and
contains sexual situations between an adult male and a minor boy.  If this
sort of story offends you, or if it is illegal or you are not of legal age
to read such stories, please leave now.

**note: For those of you not familiar with internet chat language here is a
guide.

*LOL=laugh out loud

*most chatting is done in small case letters in chat rooms
*(when you use CAPITALS you are shouting)

*puncuation marks such as apostrophes, etc. are usually left out although ?
and ! are often used for emphasis.

I hope this helps the chat impaired..LOL.

**One more thing: This story is dedicated to all those boys who aren't
quite as cute or perfect as the boys we all dream about.  Those boys are
just as deserving, just as loving and in my eyes, just as perfect as the
others.  So I sing the praises of the "plain" and the "ordinary" boys who
needs our love as much as the perfect ones.

comments are always welcomed....Kewl_Dad_1@msn.com
 Poindexter Files
Chapter One

"I guess I was a big disappointment."

	"Hey Poindexter, go bring me another beer"
	Luke rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer for
his dad.  His dad always called him Poindexter, said it referred to some
nerdy kid in a cartoon he watched when he was a kid.  Luke had never seen
the cartoon and no amount of begging or whining had changed his father's
mind about calling him that.  He couldn't help it if he was smart and not
like other boys.  At 12 he was teetering on the edge of puberty, small and
slender and not very muscular.  His cool grey eyes were almost hidden by
his thick glasses which slid down his shallow nose forcing him to push them
back up.  His hair was dishwater blond and had a bit of curl to it that
made it hard to control.  He wasn't an ugly boy, just not as cute as he
wished he could be.
	 He wished he could be like other boys, the kind of boy his dad had
wanted. He guessed he was a disappointment to his dad.  No , he knew he
was, his dad had made that clear many times.  He had no athletic talent and
his one attempt to play sports had caused his father to be even more
disappointed.  He had signed up for little league when he was ten and had
been so bad at it that the coach had actually ask his folks let him quit.
The only other option was for the coach to kick him off the team and no one
wanted that, especially Luke.
	He sighed and grabbed the beer carrying it to his father who lay
sprawled in his recliner watching a football game.
	"Bout time" I thought maybe you had brewed one up yourself."  He
quipped.
	"Now, go on and tinker with your computer or whatever it is you
heavy thinkers do."
	The words cut into Luke as painfully as a belt might.  He had
always wanted to please his father, but had never felt that his father
cared.  He loved his father, he guessed, but he didn't know what that
really meant.  He had seen other kids clinging to their dads, hugging them
and often kissing.  He could not remember ever having his father touch him,
except on the rare occasion when he grabbed him or swatted him for some
misbehavior.  He climbed the steps to his room and slowly closed the door.
He walked over to his desk and powered up his computer.
	Luke's computer was a real beauty.  With money he had saved for
several years he had hand built it from parts he had purchased here and
there.  He had ample power and memory for almost anything he wanted to do.
He had a cd burner, a scanner and even a digital camera.  He spent so much
time with his computer that it had almost become an extension of him.  As
the screen came up he clicked on the program menu and then on his chat
icon.  He waited a second as his program came up.  His cable connection
kept him constantly on line so he did not have to wait for his isp to
connect.  He headed off to his favorite chat room looking for someone to
share his misery with.  The room was practically empty this time of day but
someone did greet him as he entered.  Luke had discovered chat rooms quite
by accident but, now they were his only social outlet.  This particular
room was one of his favorites.  It was all about exchanging software and
computer information.  It was usually full of kids like himself and adults
who catered to them.  Suddenly a window popped up and someone with the nick
"Puterdad" typed in a cursory "Hi".
	"Hi."  Luke typed back. "how are you?"
	"im cool, you?"
	"bored as usual."  Luke replied.
	"34 male texas here...you?"
	"12 male also texas...cool."
	"you into puters?"
	"duh..lol" Luke typed back glad to have someone to chat with.
	"sorry dumb question.  im mark glad to meet you.
	"luke, same here."
	"so, luke besides puters what else do you like to do?"
	"not much, im pretty good in school.  im not good at sports or
anything.  my dad says im too much of a poindexter, whatever that is."
Luke replied suddenly feeling sad again.
	"ic.  well don't let that get you down.  there are lots of things
besides sports.  i never was good at sports either, but i liked to try.  i
played baseball for about 4 years as a kid."
	"i tried it. the coach let me resign...lol"
	"so does you dad spend time with you, i mean doing the stuff you
like?"
	"ha ha.  my dad doesnt spend any time with me.  i wish i was more
athletic."
	"does he ever try to help you become athletic?"
	"nope.  he just drinks beer and watches football..lol"
	"im sorry, if i had a son id try to do the things he liked but id
try to help him like the things i like too."
	"you sound cool.  wish my dad was like you."
	"well, i could sorta be your dad on line...if you wanted."
	Luke considered what the man was offering.  Oh sure he knew all
about sexual predators on the web, but he was savvy enough to take all the
precautions.  He had a fire wall and anti-virus and never gave out more
information than was necessary.
	"okay, i guess.  say, you arent a perv or anything are you?"
	"LOL..no buddy.  i swear..i wont talk dirty if you wont..lol."
	Luke found himself liking the stranger on the other end of the
connection.  They chatted for almost two hours before his mom finally
called him to supper.  Before he disconnected he did something he seldom
did, he gave Mark his email address and added the man's to his own list.
That way if the missed each other in the chat room they could email each
other.  Luke had a warm fuzzy feeling inside as he powered down and headed
to supper.
	Luke couldn't help think about his new "cyber dad" as he went
through his school day.  He found himself looking forward to chatting with
Mark.  He arrived home about 3:30 and ate his usual snack before heading
upstairs.  His dad was at work and his mom was busy doing something in her
flower bed so he decided to see if anyone he knew was on line .  Actually
he wanted to see if Mark was on line, but he supposed that at this time of
day most adults would be a work.  He booted up his computer and went to his
chat program.
	As he entered the room a window popped up immediately, it was Mark.
	"hey buddy, home from school already?" Mark typed.
	"yeah, i get home about 3:30.  i thought you would be at work" Luke
typed back.
	"i am"
	"huh?"
	"i own my own web design firm.  im always on line while i work.
its so cool to be able to do what i want while making big bucks..lol"
	"cool, lucky"
	"yeah, i guess.  but i really get lonely sometimes."
	"i know.  i dont have many friends myself" Luke admitted.
	"i have a lot of buddies on line, but most are far away.  you are
the only one i ever found in texas"
	"cool, well..im your buddy now..or your son..lol" Luke typed
reminding him of his offer to be his on line dad.
	"yes, son.  now....do you have any homework? LOL"
	"actually, no.  i do it in 6th period instead of having gym class."
	"oh, how did you get out of that?"
	"my mom got a note from the doctor.  she says im too delicate to
rough house with the boys.  i wish she would just stay out of my life."
Luke typed feeling a little angry.
	"oh, what does your dad say about that?"
	"he says im a wuss.  i hate him when he says that"
	"im sorry.  huggs...."
	"huggs back" Luke replied suddenly almost feeling the warmth of the
implied emotion.  He found himself opening up to Mark like he had never
done before.
	"mark..uh dad..lol. can i ask you something personal?"
	"sure son, anything."
	"have you ever been in love?"  Luke ask although it was not really
the question he had at first wanted to ask.
	"yes, a long time ago.  but it didnt work out."
	"why not?"  Luke ask curiously.
	"i was too afraid to admit it to the person and well we sort of
drifted apart.  i still think about it though.  why do you ask...are you in
love son..lol?"
	"no, not really.  why were you afraid to tell them?  didnt they
love you too?"
	"in a way, i guess.  but i was not sure he felt the same?"  Mark
replied, then suddenly realizing that he had typed "he" instead of "they"
he waited for the bomb to drop.  Surely the kid would figure out he was gay
and that would be the end of it.  Oh well, he thought, he hated being
someone he was not just to make friends.  He convinced himself it was okay,
even though in the short time he had known Luke he had become very attached
to him.
	"where is he now?"  Luke typed back completely unbothered by the
fact that Mark had suddenly confessed his love for another male.
	"he got married and had some kids.  i still see him now and then,
we are still friends.  but sometimes i wonder what could have been."  Mark
couldn't believe it.  The kid was okay with it.  He chastised himself for
underestimating Luke.  In the short time he had chatted with him he found
him open and very understanding and his acceptance was not out of
character.
	"so....i guess you are gay?"  Luke ventured hoping he wasn't
offending his new friend.
	"yes, luke. does that bother you?"
	"not really.  i have an uncle who is gay.  my dad hates him though.
i only see him once a year at christmas.  he is funny and he is nice to
me."
	"gay people can be nice, or not nice.  just like straight people.
being gay is only a small part of who i am."  Mark found himself opening up
to this innocent young boy whom he had be-friended.
	"yeah, uncle don says he is just like my dad only my dad is a tight
assed homophobe...lol..whatever that is."
	"homophobes are afraid of gay people.  they dont really hate us,
they just dont wanna be around us.  maybe its because they have some gay
feelings themselves."
	"hahahaha, my dad?  hahahahahaha"
	"well, maybe not your macho dad.  but some do, i guess."
	"my dad would die if i was gay."
	"thats sad.  if i had a son, nothing could make me not love him.  i
tell you this luke, nothing could ever make me not like you or keep me from
chatting with you.  as long as you want me, im yours son."
	Luke thought about this.  He felt a sudden need to admit some of
his feelings to Mark, but held back deciding there was plenty of time.  He
planned on getting to know Mark a lot better.
	"thanks...huggs."  Luke said feeling suddenly very emotional.
	"huggs back son.  since you have been so honest with me and all, i
guess its time to tell you about me.  if you wanna hear it."
	"YESS"
	"okay, here goes.  i was born right here in dallas.  my dad left my
mom when i was born and she raised me with the help of my grandparents.  i
had uncles and aunts in my life all the time i was growing up and lots of
male influence.  but when i turned twelve i realized i liked boys.  i
started messing around with my buddies and even when they stopped wanting
to do it i still wanted to.  so i found new buddies, usually younger boys
who were glad to have an older friend.  i graduated from school and moved
out when i was 19.  i hit the gay scene but i hated the loneliness and one
night stands. tell me if this is too much, okay"
	"no, go ahead."
	"well, i met Jimmy, the one i fell in love with."  Mark wondered if
Luke was ready for the whole truth, but decided to be honest and trust his
instincts about the boy. "i was 19, he was 14.  he was the most amazing
person i ever met.  he was my uncles wifes brother, so he was not really
kin to me but he was around a lot just like my family.  his parents were
killed in a car wreck so he came to live with my uncle and aunt.  we
started hanging out together and well, i fell in love with him."  Mark felt
the old emotions stirring up inside him and wondered if he could go on.
	"so, did you guys mess around?"  Luke ask curiously.
	"a little, but it wasnt about sex.  i loved everything about him.
he was not really all that cute, but to me he was perfect.  i wanted to be
with him forever, but i was too scared to admit how i felt.  as he got
older he didnt want to hang around so much and he didnt want to do stuff
anymore and when he started dating girls , i lost him.  he was a real
stud...lol"
	"do you still love him?"
	"hmmm, yes, i guess i do.  but its a different kind of love now.
the love i remember is for the boy i met , not the man he is today.  i hope
all this makes some sense and that it doesnt make you think badly of me."
	"yes, i guess i understand. and no it doesnt bother me.  im not
stupid, i know about sex and stuff.  you are a boylover."  Luke stated
simply.
	Mark reeled at the words.  He had only recently convinced himself
that he was indeed a boylover.  Now this innocent young boy had figured him
out almost immediately.
	"how do you know about boylovers?"  Mark ask curiously.
	"duh...the web is full of stuff.  i even went to a chat room once
to see what it was all about.  i met some nice people and some pervs
too..lol"
	"god, luke you are amazing.  you figured out in five minutes what
it took me my whole life to figure out.  yes, im a boylover.  does that
scare you?"
	"no, why..you are nice. and besides you cant rape me through the
puter...lol"
	"seriously son, rape is something i could never do.  im not a pedo
or a child molester.  do you know the difference."
	"yeh, i think so.  a molester hurts kids, you love them."
	"well, simply put but true.  i know you know this, but dont ever
give out any personal info to anyone you meet online and never agree to
meet anyone in person, ok."  Mark wanted to protect his new "son" even
though he felt deep inside that the kid was plenty savy on his own.
	"i kno that, im not stupid...lol."  Luke replied trying to act
offended, but deep inside it only re-enforced his feelings that Mark was a
nice person.
	They talked until supper time and afterwards Luke watched some tv
and then went to bed.  He took enough time to write Mark an email telling
him how much he enjoyed chatting and added a picture of himself.  He seldom
shared his pic with anyone, but felt Mark deserved to see what he looked
like.  He figured if he had any interest in Luke besides being his friend,
one quick look at his pic would end it.  He considered himself ugly and
usually hated to have his picture taken but this was a special case.
	Luke settled down into bed and tried to sleep.  He kept thinking
about what Mark had told him and he wondered what it was like to have sex.
His small cock had become erect at such thoughts and he rubbed it absent
-mindedly sending pleasure through his body.  He had promised himself he
wouldn't do that stuff anymore, but his throbbing boyhood had a mind of
it's own.  He began to serious rub his hardness and finally pulled down his
boxers to expose his budding boyhood.  His cock was all of 3" hard but as
slight as his body was, it looked bigger.  He fondled his tiny set of
balls, nestled in their wrinkled sack and thought that they felt a bit
bigger since the last time he had held them.
	The first time he had touched himself down there he had not known
how to do it properly.  But being a kid of he internet, he found a site
that actually showed techniques for masturbation.  He used spit or baby oil
now and was becoming quite good at pleasing himself.  As he began to slowly
work his hard cock he felt he pleasure begin to rush into his body,
beginning at his toes and surging upward.  He sighed and began seriously
working his hand on his boyhood as he thought about Mark.  He tried to
picture Mark's face.  He wondered if he was handsome or more like himself.
	He felt the feeling build in his loins as he felt the rush of
orgasm coming on.  He knew the words, he knew the mechanics, but there was
no understanding the need that swept over him.  He was panting loudly and
sweating profusely as his cock twitched and he orgasmed.  He felt a sharp
pain and at first it scared him.  It felt like he had peed, and he felt a
wetness on his hand and stomach.  It scared him at first, he thought it
might be blood and he dabbed at it with his finger.  He switched on the
lamp beside his bed and looked at the wetness.
	"Oh, my god.  Oh, my god."  He said under his breath.  "I got
sperm."
	Luke's body had chose that moment to produce his first load of
semen, although thin and almost clear it was nonetheless a major
accomplishment to an adolescent boy.  He wanted so badly to tell someone.
But who?  His dad would laugh at him, or worse call him a fag and hate him
even more.  He had no peers to confide in.  He decided to tell the only
person who acted like they cared....he would tell Mark first thing tomorrow
when they chatted.  He grabbed some tissues and cleaned the thin liquid off
his frail body, but couldn't resist sniffing his finger to discover his own
scent.  He wrinkled his nose and sniffed, decided it didn't smell that bad
and before he could reason why he should not, he stuck his tongue out
tasting the flavor.  It tasted a little salty but, not bad, he thought to
himself.  He filed all these tactile experiences in his compact, efficient
brain and settled down to sleep.  But, the excitement of his new discovery
would not allow him to sleep.  Finally he decided to try it once more, but
this time he went to his bathroom where he could see the results of his
efforts.
	Luke locked the door behind him and stripped off his boxers shorts.
He put the toilet lid down and sat down with his legs stretched out.  He
looked down at his thin bird legs with their soft downy covering and
sighed.  Gripping his cock once more, he marveled at how good it felt in
his little hand.  He gave it a few strokes before spitting in his hand,
then wetting it he continued.  This time the feeling was slow in coming,
but his excitement and wonder made him determined to finish.  It took about
fifteen minutes of heavy fast stroking but finally he was rewarded by a
thin arc of almost clear liquid.  He was fascinated by the achievement of
his budding body and wiped at it lovingly.  He sniffed it again and tasted
again, wrinkling his nose up as before.  He found he was exhausted now and
cleaned up quickly, tossing the towel in the hamper.  He peed and slipped
his boxers back on and fell back into bed and soon was asleep.

Chapter Two
	"You are growing up Son."

	The day seemed incredibly long, but finally Luke was home.  He took
his snack with him to his room and powered up his computer.  He stuffed an
Oreo in his mouth and sipped at his milk as he waited for the chat program
to open.  He looked at the list of nicks in the room, and was disappointed
to find that "Cyberdad" was not present.  He decided to wait around a bit,
and then email his new friend if he didn't show.  He finished his cookies
and milk and was about to open his email when suddenly "Cyberdad" entered
the chat room.  He wasted no time messaging him.
	"hey, i was afraid you werent gonna show up" Luke typed quickly.
	"sorry, had to go to the post office.  i got your email and pic,
thanks.  you are a cutie."  Mark replied.
	"you must have gotten the wrong pic then..lol.  im not cute."
	"no way.  you are cute.  i bet no one ever told you that before,
did they?"
	"nope.  i dont like the way i look."  Luke admitted.
	"well, i think you are cute.  and i should know, im a bit of an
expert..lol."
	Luke accepted the compliment and decided to wait a bit before
breaking his good news.  They chatted about computers and programs for a
while and finally Luke decided to move the conversation in the direction of
his new discovery.
	"can i ask you another personal question?"  Luke ask.
	"sure, son anything"
	"how old were you when you got hair and stuff?"  Luke ask, hoping
Mark would understand what he really meant.
	"hmm, lets see.  i must have been 12 or 13.  i was a big kid, kind
of chubby and my equipment wasn't very big but i remember being so proud
when i got my first hairs and started making sperm...lol"
	"so 12 is about right then?"  Luke ask trying to hint about his own
achievement.
	"some even earlier.  i knew a boy once who was a fuzzy little bear
down there and he was only 11."  Mark replied, smiling to himself as he
remembered the boy he had known so long ago.
	"really.  so its normal, i mean to get hair first.  i mean before
you get sperm."
	"hey, whats this all about.  did you get some hair down
there..hehe"
	"uh, no. the other thing."  Luke suddenly found his proud
achievement was actually embarrassing.
	"really, and how did you find this out.  surely my little boy
doesnt spank the monkey...lol"
	"maybe" Luke replied red-faced.
	"cool..im so proud you are growing up son, lol.  but seriously ,
its nothing to be ashamed of. its perfectly normal, all boys do it.  heck,
i started when i was 6 and i never stopped.  as for the fact that you got
sperm before hair,thats no big deal.  your hair will be along soon."
	Luke felt much better now.  Mark had told him everything he wanted
and needed to hear.  He now knew he was going through the same stuff that
all boys his age were and that he was "normal", whatever that meant.  He
was glad he had met Mark online, now he had someone he could trust with all
his secrets.  At last he had a real friend.  He had a warm fuzzy feeling
inside as he continued chatting with his on line dad.
	"thanks Mark.  you make me feel good.  i mean just chatting.  i
feel like i could tell you anything."  Luke admitted after some time.
	"i feel the same way about you buddy."  Mark confessed.
	"so, you were about my age when you found out you were gay?"  Luke
ask curiously.
	"well, i sorta figured it out around the time, but i had been doing
stuff since i was about 7."
	"wow, who with?"
	"other boys, cousins, friends.  nothing major just touching and
stuff.  i learned how to jerk off from an older cousin.  he was about your
age and i was about 8.  he showed me how to do it right..lol.  till then i
had been rubbing on the bed to get off..lol"
	"i found a site that tells how to do it right..lol" Luke admitted.
	"LOL, leave it to the kids now a days to find all the answers
online.  i had to learn it the old fashioned way."
	"yeah, but i bet it was more fun your way."
	"yeah, it was.  maybe you should find a buddy to show the ropes
to..lol."
	"i wish" Luke found himself confessing sexual desires he had kept
buried until now.
	"if you are serious, im sure you can find someone.  kids your age
are very curious."
	"i told you i dont have many friends.  the truth is...i dont have
any friends."  Luke admitted.
	"that sucks, have you tried to make friends?"
	"not really, everyone just makes fun of me.  one kid told me he
hated me because i was so smart.  im tired of being the nerdy kid in
class."  Luke was opening up to Mark in a way that surprised even him.
	"wow, i dont know what to say.  but i can tell you this, if they
knew you like i do, they would want to be your friend.  i think you are
super."
	"thanks, youre cool too.  i really appreciate your taking time out
for a dumb kid."
	"youre not dumb, youre smart remember..lol.  anyway i love you as
you are.  dont change for my benefit.  but, if you want to change i can
help."
	"how?"
	"well, first of all before you can change how people feel about
you, you have to change how you feel about yourself."
	"what do you mean?"
	"its called self-esteem.  do you know what that is?"
	"i guess, its feeling good about yourself or something like that."
	"exactly, if you feel good about yourself it is contagious.  other
people pick up on that.  for instance...you dont think you are cute.  well,
ever wonder why cute guys or girls are so popular?"
	"cause they are cute, i guess."
	"well, its easier to like someone who is attractive i guess, until
you find out they are shallow or have no personality.  but, its really
their self-esteem that attracts people.  naturally its easier to feel good
about yourself if you consider yourself attractive, but all of us have good
and bad qualities.  looks are only a part of it."
	"i think i see...but what if you arent cute, like me?"
	"i personally think you are cute.  maybe you arent an aaron carter
cute or anything, but you are cute.  i like how you look, i wouldnt change
a thing.  but if you want to change i will help you figure out what to do."
	"so first i have to get self-esteem. then plastic surgery...lol"
	"lol, no nothing so radical.  you could start by..oh for
instance..getting contacts or a new hair style, different clothes, that
sort of thing."
	Luke ran his fingers through his hair and felt the curls that he
had always hated.  Maybe a new hair style would help.  He had never felt
cute before, but now this person was telling him he was cute and suddenly
he felt like maybe he wasn't so ugly after all.
	"yeah, maybe.  i would like to have contacts.  my mom says its up
to me and my dad doesnt really care."
	"well, how do you feel about it.  it really doesnt matter what
anyone else thinks.  what does luke think?"
	"i think i wanna...thanks."  Luke was excited for once.  He had a
new mission now, to change not only his looks, but how others thought of
him.
	"darn..i got to go little buddy."  Mark typed as his business phone
began buzzing.
	"okay, i got to go too."  Luke was suddenly eager to start work on
his new mission.
	Luke went into his bathroom and stared at his reflection in the
mirror.  He cocked his head and tried to look at himself as he thought
others might.  He removed his glasses and squinted his eyes , deciding he
did look better without them.  Then he stuck out his tongue and giggled.
He bounced down the stairs full of energy and vigor and landed on the
bottom step with a loud sound.
	"Mommmmm!" He yelled out.
	"In here Luke.  What has gotten into you?"  His mom ask smiling
curiously.
	"Mom, can I get contacts?"  Luke ask excitedly.
	"I told you it was up to you."  His mother said, surprised at his
sudden decision.  "What changed your mind, if I could be so bold as to ask,
did you find a girlfriend?"  She ask laughing softly.
	Luke made a sour face.  "Mom....no way.  I just thought...I just
want to, okay?"  Luke said unwilling to tell his mother the whole truth at
this point.
	"Well, whatever.  I'll make an appointment to see Dr. Davis.  If we
are lucky he can squeeze us in tomorrow."  His mother said with a smile.
	"Thanks, mom."  Luke said, and suddenly he threw his arms around
his mom hugging her tight.  She looked surprised at first, then hugged back
with a big smile on her face.
	Luke ran back to his room, but not before he snagged a fresh baked
cookie from the plate his mother had cooling on the counter.  His mother
swatted at him affectionately and smiled again.
	"No more cookies, you are already hyper enough."  She said
laughing.  She watched him retreat and wondered what had suddenly gotten
into him.  She wondered how long it had been since they had hugged like
that and it made her feel both good and sad.  When had her little boy
become too big to hug.  She decided she would try to be more affectionate
with Luke, after all he was growing up fast and soon he would be a wild,
hormone driven teenager.
	Luke went back to his room and watched some tv before finally
deciding to go outside for a bit.  It was one of those odd winter days,
when a sudden warming made everyone think that maybe spring wasn't far
away.  He passed through the kitchen and finding the cookies unguarded by
his mother, snagged another and wolfed it down as he headed outside.
Although Luke wasn't very physical, he loved being outside.  He had a
favorite place that he went when the weather was nice and he headed for it
now.  At the back of their yard was a sprawling oak tree which towered
above the neighborhood.  Long ago when he was younger, his dad had built
him a tree house in it.  It was the one thing his dad had done for him and
he guessed that was why it was so special.
	Over the years he had fixed the tree house up to suit his changing
tastes, painfully aware that his dad never climbed the rungs to see what he
had done on his own.  It was his fortress of solitude, his and his alone.
He had no friends to share it with, but he never felt lonely here.  This
was the place where he allowed himself to be free, to be himself.  Here, no
one judged him or called him hurtful names.  Here he was the boss, and no
one could tell him what to do or how to act.
	He settled down on the soft worn vinyl of an old chair he had
hoisted up by rope long ago.  It had been a major challenge considering his
slight build and lack of weight.  But, his knowledge helped him devise a
tackle and pulley that allowed him the leverage to hoist the piece of
furniture high into the treetops.  Pulling it into the door proved a major
task and took him most of an afternoon to complete.  His accomplishment
brought him a peaceful satisfied feeling, and he tried to share that
feeling with his dad.  His dad had dismissed him , as he often did, and
resumed watching his game.
	It seemed that all his dad did was watch tv and drink beer these
days.  He wished his dad took an interest in him, but he believed deep
inside that the fault was his own.  He believed he wasn't good enough for
his dad to take an interest in.  His self-esteem was practically
non-existent, until now that was.  He thought about Mark as he sat on his
throne in his private kingdom.  He thought about how good Mark made him
feel.  Mark thought he was cute.  He smiled at that.  He wondered if Mark
was just saying that to be polite, but he wanted to believe he was sincere.
He wished he knew what Mark looked like, but he guessed it was too much to
ask at this point.  He stared out across his world, high above his day to
day life and he felt free.  He smiled to himself and thought about what had
happened the night before.
	Suddenly a wicked smile came across Luke's face.  He rose and
peered out the one window of his fortress and saw no one stirring below.
Not that he had thought he would, his dad was still at work and his mom
hardly ever came out this far.  He knew no one would climb the rungs to his
private world, but still he was nervous as he unzipped his jeans and pushed
them down his slender hips.  His cock was already standing at attention as
he stared down at it confined in his white cotton briefs.  With a sigh he
pushed down his briefs and his cock was free.  The air felt good as he
stretched in his chair bracing his legs against a wooden crate.
	Luke spit on his hand and began slowly running it up and down the
length of his throbbing boyhood.  He felt the tingle move up his body and
his breathing became faster and harder.  He loved the feeling, something
that was naughty and private.  He could not imagine ever doing anything
like this with another person, he felt he would die from embarrassment.
And yet he had shared with Mark his most personal feelings and related his
orgasms and his first cumming.  He smiled at his boldness, then blushed and
felt suddenly foolish.  Why would Mark care about his inexperienced
handling of his privates.  Then he remembered what Mark was, a boylover.
This made his wonder, was Mark really interested in being his friend, or
was he just interested in sex.  He chastised himself for thinking that way.
It was he would had initiated the sexual part of their conversation.  He
couldn't blame Mark.  Mark had been open and honest with him and not at all
like some of the "pervs" he had been exposed to in the boylover chat room.
	The feeling began to build and Luke's thoughts were now filled with
lust.  He wanted to think of someone, something to help him build to the
gut wrenching orgasm he had experienced last night.  He suddenly found
himself thinking of Mark.  In his mind he pictured Mark, tall and handsome
and naked.  His huge man cock was hard and throbbing and he was stroking it
just as Luke was stroking his own cock now.  Then he imagined Mark bending
and moving his hand away from his hard cock and replacing it with his own.
He could see the look in Mark's eyes and he smiled as he began stroking
Luke's little boy cock.  He was moaning lowly now and his eyes were closed
tightly.  Suddenly he felt the wave of pleasure build in him as it had the
night before.  It was almost painful at first, then replaced by a wonderful
feeling that seemed to fill every part of his body.  He cried out and his
eyes jerked open as he orgasmed, sending an arc of milky white liquid to
splash at his feet.
	"Awesome!"  He said out loud knowing that no ears but his own would
hear the sound.  "I shot three feet."  He giggled.
	He fell back exhausted and finally cleaned up as best he could and
before climbing back down he looked lovingly at his fortress of solitude,
and sighing he decreed that now it would also be his pleasure dome.  He was
whistling and grinning widely as he climbed to the ground just as his
mother stepped outside to call him to supper.

End of Chapters One and Two...shall I go on?  Let me know
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