Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 16:15:44 -0800
From: Robert Just  Robert <kewl_dad_1@msn.com>
Subject: Poindexter Files-Chapter Three

Poindexter Files
Chapter Three
Mark

	Mark picked up the phone that had been buzzing annoyingly for the
last several minutes and spoke.  It was one of his clients calling about a
new project.  Mark spent the next half hour or so working out the details
before hanging up contentedly.  This account was going to bring in some
real cash, not that Mark needed it.  At 25 he had more money than he knew
what to do with.  The intelligence that had caused him to be so unpopular
as a kid was now paying off.  He had a nice home, an expensive car and a
house full of electronic deversions.  Still he was not happy.  He wanted
someone to share all of it with.
	Mark had tried the gay scene several times, but the men he met
there were usually after one thing and one thing only.  Sure he liked sex
as much as the nex guy, but he wanted more.  Not one of the guys he had
been with had ever called him again.  He wanted more, it seemed the only
times in his life when he had been truly happy was when he was involved
with a boy.  Most of the boys had been just friends, and he considered
himself their mentor.  That was what he saw in Luke, and opportunity to
help a boy.  Luke reminded himself of himself when he was that age.  But at
12 Mark had already realized that he was different.  Maybe Luke wasn't gay
but he still had the same fears, doubts and questions that Mark had.
	Mark found himself thinking about Luke a lot lately.  He couldn't
wait to chat with him, and he was glad the boy was receptive to his ideas.
He wanted more than anything to help the boy overcome some of the things
that he had been unable to as a boy.  He was deep in thought when the phone
rang a second time.
	"Hello, Design Graphics, Inc."  Mark said in his best business-like
voice.  "Oh, hi Don."
	It was someone he had met a month or so at a club.  He had not
expected to ever hear from the guy again.  Don was a gorgeous 21 year old
but he looked more like 17 or 18.  Mark guessed that was what attracted him
to Don, since he liked younger guys...or boys to be exact.  Don had been
wonderful in bed, and actually very sweet and Mark had been very
disapointed when Don did not call as he had said he would.  Mark had even
given him his work number, hoping to keep in touch.  Now here he was on the
other end of the phone, and all Mark could think of was how he had hurt him
by not calling sooner.
	"I never expected to hear from you again."  Mark said cooly.
	"I'm sorry.  I have been out of town.  My mom has been very sick.
My dad wanted me to come home and help out with my two younger brothers.  I
understand if you don't want to see me again...but, I just couldn't let my
dad down."  Don explained sounding small and tired.
	"Oh, god.  No, it's me who is sorry.  I understand completely.  How
is your mom, and your family?"  Mark said feeling like a total ass.
	"She is ok now, she got to come home last Monday.  My brothers are
helping around the house and Dad has gone back to work.  I decided they
could make it without me.  I just got back this morning."
	"I'm glad your mom is ok, look you must think I'm a real ass for
being so rude.  Why don't you meet me someplace and I'll buy you dinner?"
Mark offered.
	"Cool, how about that Mexican place we ate at last time."  Don
replied sweetly.
	"Carlos's?  Sounds great.  I have a few things to finish up here
and I'll meet you there, say about 6:30, okay?"  Mark said now very happy
and excited.
	"Okay, and hey Mark....I'm sorry I didn't call sooner.  I'm not
like that...really."  Don said sincerely.
	"Hey, forget it.  Let's just have a good time tonight, okay?"  Mark
said with a grin.
	"K..bye..see ya later man."
	Mark was whistling softly and smiling as he hung up the phone and
turned back to his computer.
	"Oh, screw it.  I `m the boss.  I'm gonna knock off early."  He
muttered to himself.
	Luke headed to his room right after supper on the pretense of doing
homework.  He really just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.  A lot had
happened to him in the past two days, and most of it because of Mark.  He
wondered if Mark was thinking of him right now, and then decided that was
silly.  He was sure Mark had other things to do besides worry about a silly
kid like him.
	Luke powered up his computer and checked his email, but there was
nothing.  He felt a mild disapointment that Mark had not emailed him but
knew it was silly since they had chatted only a few hours earlier.  Luke
decided to go to one of the boy lover chat rooms he had discovered a while
back.  He logged onto Mirc and then into Dalnet.  He found the room in his
folder and clicked "join" on the main menu of his chat program.
	Luke used the nick "ComputerKid" when he visited this chat room.
One of the ops greeted him and gave him the (+) designation by his nick
signifying that he was a boy under 16.  This made it easier for the other
chatters to designate the boys from the boy lovers and also helped the ops
keep track of the kids.  The ops did their best to protect them from the
occasional predator who showed up in the rooms.  Most of the chatters
however were regulars and very polite.  Luke had come to know a good many
of them over the last few months, including most of the channel operators,
or ops as they were called.  The ops enforced the channel rules and kept
spammers and undesirables under control.  If Luke ever had a problem he
knew he could count on the ops to help.
	He watched the chat dialogue in the main room for a few minutes
before a window popped up requesting a private chat with someone named
Bryan12.
	<Bryan12> hey dude, asl?(author's note..asl=age sex location)
	<ComputerKid> 12m texas
	<Bryan12> im 12m california, whats up?
	<ComputerKid> not much, you?
	<Bryan12> horny as always, you ever do any sex stuff?
	<ComputerKid> no, you?
	<Bryan12> yep, with my bro.  he is 15
	<ComputerKid> like what?
	<Bryan12> jerkoff, suck, fuck everything
	<ComputerKid> no way, he fucks you?
	<Bryan12> yep,it hurt at first his dick is big
	Luke wondered if indeed the chatter was 12, a lot of adults
pretended to be kids just to talk dirty.  But, he didn't really care, right
now it was something to do, somone to talk to.
	<ComputerKid> how come you let him do it?
	<Bryan12> its fun.  he sucks me and lets me cum in his mouth.  i
suck him too but i don't like the taste so i spit the cum out.  you ever
suck dick?
	<ComputerKid> no way, thats gross.
	<Bryan12> dude, its fun.  my bro says i suck better than his
girlfriend.  he fucks here pussy, but he likes my ass better.
	<ComputerKid> wow, so, you do it with anyone else?
	<Bryan12> yeah, my uncle.
	<ComputerKid> how old?
	<Bryan12> he is 32 i think.  he is real nice to me.
	<ComputerKid> what u mean?
	<Bryan12> he buys me stuff and he listens to me.  we go places and
do stuff.  i like him a lot.
	<ComputerKid> isnt that bad for a man to do stuff with a boy?
	<Bryan12> he dont force me, he dont hurt me and i like it, so its
no bodys beezwax....lol.
	<ComputerKid> does he umm...fuck you too?
	<Bryan12> no, he says he dont wanna hurt me, so we just do the suck
stuff and play around.  he likes sucking me a lot.
	<ComputerKid> cool, i guess.  well, i gtg (author's note..gtg=got
to go) you can email me if you want.
	Luke gave Bryan his email address and left the chat room.  He
wanted time to think about what Bryan had told him, for deep inside he
found he was aroused by his story.  Lately he had thought a lot about what
it would be like to be with someone, to have sex.  And since he had met
Mark on line, he had wondered what it would be like to be with a man.  He
knew he should be repelled by such thoughts, but just as he had no control
on his budding sexuality, he had no control on these new thoughts.  He
wished he knew what Mark looked like, but what he really wanted was to know
what Mark looked like naked.  He smiled wickedly at himself and did
something he had never done before, he typed in the word gay in the search
window of his browser and waited.
	A list of over 500 gay sites came up and with a trembling hand he
clicked his mouse on the first entry.  A whirl of colors and words flashed
in front of his eyes, then a cute teen boy's picture appeared.  As the
picture down loaded Luke could see that the teen was shirtless, then as the
picture finished down loading Luke was confronted by his first nude male
picture.  The teen was smooth except for a thick patch of blondish hair
surrounding his perfect cock.  He was erect and a drop of pre-cum appeared
at the opening of his penis.  Luke felt his breath coming in short deep
spasms and his own boyish penis began to stiffen.  He shifted in the chair
and licked his lips.  It was then and only then that he admitted to himself
a truth he had not known until now.  He liked what he was seeing, he liked
looking at naked men.  His penis was so stiff now that it was causing him
some discomfort.  He shifted to relieve the pressure and rubbed at his
excited boyhood.
	Luke felt the waves of pleasure build as he rubbed harder and with
each stroke he knew that he had to finish.  He stood and went to his
bedroom door and locked it, something he had done only a few times and
never for such a wicked reason.  He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall
around his ankles, then kicked them off.  He stood in his boxers now and
then as an afterthought, he kicked them off as well.  He snaked his t-shirt
over his head and now stood totally naked in his room.  He returned to his
seat at his computer and proceeded to go further into the site, taking the
free tour and encountering several other naked images along the way.  He
came upon the image of man at last that he found intriguing.  The man was
not a teen as most of the others had been.  He was perhaps in his late
twenties.  His hair was dark and his eyes flashed green.  He was standing,
hands on hips, and a wanton smile filled his face.  The model's cock was
not offensively huge, but was large in Luke's estimation.  But what drew
Luke to this picture was not the man's sex organs, but the simple fact that
he was a man.
	Most boys spend their boyhood wishing to be men.  And some men
spend their manhood wishing they were boys again. To Luke, men were a
mystery.  He had never really understood his father, what made him do the
things he did.  He had admired his father at first, then when he realized
that he held no place in his heart, he had resigned himself to finding his
own place in life on his own.  His father had never really been there for
him, not even when he was smaller.  His mom had been the one who always
cheered him up or nursed him back to health.  He loved his mom in a special
way, as most boys do.  It wasn't that he didn't love his father, he did,
but the love was different.  The love was reserved and quite, almost as if
he held his father in awe.  But since he had met Mark he felt that their
should be more to a father son relationship.  If his own father would not
give him what he needed then he would take it from Mark who offered it
freely.  If his own father did not love him back maybe this stranger could.
	All these things were in the back of Luke's mind, but at the front
of his brain was the searing heat of sexual lust.  His eyes scanned the
picture of the naked man as his hand moved furiously on his erection.  He
felt the feeling build and his breath was now in ragged fits.  He was
whining lowly now, and he hoped his mother or father was not near to hear
his passions.  He closed his eyes as he neared orgasm and imagined the man
was here in his room with him.  He envisioned himself reaching out and
touching the man's stiff manhood and the man moaning lowly.  He could see
himself working the man's cock and feel the heat from the man's adult body.
He could almost smell the musky, manly odor that the man gave off.  The man
moaned loudly in his mind and began to erupt, his hot spunk hitting Luke in
the face.  But as his mind cleared he realized it was he who was moaning
and his own boyish spunk hitting him.  A thin, almost clear liquid ran down
his nose and without hesitation he licked it from his lips.  He smiled to
himself and felt the intensity of his gut wrenching orgasm.  He rose and
went into his bathroom and stepped into the shower.
	He was drying off when he suddenly realized he had forgotten to
exit the web site.  Panic filled his mind as he dashed to his computer.
With only a towel wrapped around his middle he bolted into his room and
felt his world crash to the ground as he met the angry face of his father
standing over his computer.  The look of hatred and repulsion told him that
his father knew.  He knew that his son was a "faggot", a "queer".  He had
heard his father use these words many times, and now they would be hurled
at him.  He lost all will to live at that moment, and with his head lowered
he began to cry.  He knew no words could save him from his fate, no
explanation would convince his father that he was anything but the deviant
that he felt himself to be.  He felt a numbness and a loss that his mind
could not comprehend.  He offered himself to his father, to accept whatever
fate the man deemed fit.  He felt his life, his world, his hopes and dreams
of a future slip away as he waited for the world to end.

End of Chapter Three...next...The answer.....

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