Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 00:10:04 +1100
From: Pookie <pookieis@innocent.com>
Subject: Pookie-Boy 02

Pookie-Boy 2
by Pookie

Important note: This story is based upon characters and an original
idea created by Joe Camp. If you like the premise, let him know
<idc90@hotmail.com>, if you like this part, let me know.

All the usual disclaimers apply! If you're here, you know what to
expect; if you don't know what to expect, you shouldn't be here; if
you shouldn't be here, you'd better not read what follows; if you
still want to read what follows, make sure your room is locked so
your mom won't walk in unexpectedly. Clear?

Remember, all rights are reserved and all that copyright stuff. If
you won't follow the law, I'll get my hippie pals to put a hex on
you, making you eat nothing but celery and tofu, wear crystals,
listen to new age music and meditate all day long.

I'd like to wish good karma to the people who've written to Joe and I
after the first part was posted.

Comments? Questions? Stuffed toy anecdotes?
Write to me at: pookieis@innocent.com
I only bite upon request.

Note: The first part of this story was co-authored by Joe Camp and
myself. From this part, I am solely to blame for the story line. Yes,
Joe has given me his blessing to continue with Pookie Boy and Curtis'
frolics, ask him if you like!


for GD and AM

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Pookie-Boy 2

When I got to my front door, I took off my shoes. There was no point
in waking up pop and stirring up trouble. Mom's car wasn't in the
drive yet, thank goodness. The last thing I wanted to do was explain
to her where I was and with whom until this hour. I still felt elated
about the events of the past few hours, but somewhere in the back of
my mind, I had a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Was it just guilt?

I tip-toed into my bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I let out a
sigh of relief. My soul was so full of joy and happiness, I felt like
I had to tell everybody and share my feelings with them.

I switched on my computer and dialled up to the Internet. It was well
after 1 am, hopefully not too late to find Jack chatting to his
girlfriend. I clicked on the ICQ icon. Once it connected, I saw Jack's
name flash on line.

He was there!

P: Hi, dude!
J: Hey there Pooks.
P: Uncle Pooks to you! Where's your chick tonight?
J: She was a bit out of it after the abortion today, Pooks!
P: Oh, like, I'm supposed to believe that??
J: :-) So, Pooks, how's it hanging?
P: Loose and rather empty tonight.
J: What do you mean?!
P: What do you think I mean?
J: No, you didn't! NO WAY, man!
P: Yes, Jacky boy, I beat you to it!
J: Aargh! Noooooo!
P: Are you impressed?
J: I think I'm going to be sick.
P: I told you to keep away from those burgers! You never know
   which part of the cow they're feeding you!
J: Better than your bird food! You non-meat eater, you!
P: I might not eat any meat, but I can assure you that my meat got
   eaten tonight!
J: Oh, man!
P: True! If I'm lying, may Mr Wiggly and I never see eye-to-eye
   again!
J: Oh, man! Who was it?
P: That dude I've been e-mailing for a while now...
J: Curtis?
P: Yes, Curtis...
J: and? Details, please?
P: You really don't want to hear all the squishy details, do you?
J: Squishy??
P: Well, everything gets squishy when you use too much lubricant.
J: Yuk?
P: Well, you wanted to know!
J: Oh, please!
P: Hey, you wouldn't believe how hot and tight his...
J: No! Stop! I'm really going to be sick!!
P: Heh heh, it's no fun when the shoe's on the other foot, eh?
J: :-)
P: It was lots of fun, you'll know what it's like when it happens
   to you. Not only all the physical stuff we did together, we
   connected emotionally. It was a very beautiful evening...
J: Oh, it sounds like you're in love...
P: I think you might be right there.
J: So, how long is he staying in town?
P: Don't know yet. I'll ask him when I see him...oh... I'm
   supposed to meet him at 8:30 in the morning! I better get to bed!
J: That's right. Wimp out on me when it comes to the good parts.
P: Hey, words can never fully describe what I felt tonight. You'll
   have to wait until you and your chick are ready for it.
J: Like we're not already!
P: Sure, whatever makes you happy.. I'd better go to bed
J: Ok, nights Pook
P: Ok, sweet dreams, young prince
J: :-)
P: Hey, Jack!
J: Yeah. What's up?
P: There are things cheaper than abortions out there, you know.
   Abstinence is free.
J: Cool! Where can I get a pack?
P: :-) Nighty-night

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Curtis

Yeah, tomorrow is another day, and we have the rest of our lives of
tomorrow's. We can take it slow.

Slow? Who am I kidding? I really should grab Pookie while I can! I
don't want to wait and lose him - he's my Pookie! He means so much to
me. I think I'll die if I don't take a chance on him.

The drive back to the motel was fairly forgettable. It was so
forgettable that I took a wrong turn and ended up back in front of
Pookie's house. I stopped for a minute. What would he be doing now?
Would he be thinking of me? Does he love me as much as I love him?

Lordy, I had to stop myself from getting out of the car, breaking down
his front door and telling him how much I need him, how I want him,
how worthless my life would be without him.

I suppose I've waited all these months for this meeting, so I can wait
another few hours. We're going to meet at 8:30. God, that's seven
hours away! Seven hours without Pookie. Without MY Pookie!

I made it back to the motel, thinking of nothing but Pookie. The cute
wave when I first saw him. The look in his eyes as we made love for
the first time only a few hours ago. Here in this very room! I
kneeled with my face on the bed, slowly inhaling the scent of our
passionate night together. It was hard to keep from cumming another
load tonight. I decided that I had to control myself. I wanted to save
my body exclusively for Pookie.

The more I thought about Pookie, the more I realized that I didn't
want to waste any more time. At 54, you never know how long you have
left. I hadn't even done my regular physical lately because I'd
worried that my doctor would forbid me from travelling. Still, I've
got my collection of blood pressure and cholesterol lowering
medication that should last me another few weeks. After that, well,
we'll see.

Pookie, oh Pookie. If nothing else, I want him! I want Pookie to be
mine! I want to hold onto him when he comes home from work. I want to
comfort him when he's sad. He told me his parents never comforted him
as a child. "Big boys don't cry," they'd say. Poor Pookie! I wish I
could take all the pain he's endured over the years and make it my
own. I'd rather die than ever hurt him.

I decided that at our meeting in the morning, I'd ask him to move in
with me. I cannot fathom how a man well in his twenties is still
living with his parents. I was out the door as soon as I turned 18.

Pookie's probably too fragile to handle the world on his own. He's
still living in his dream world of butterflies and teddy bears. I want
to be there for him. I want to be his father, his brother, his friend
and his lover.

Switching on my laptop computer, I decided to send him an e-mail,
telling him how much I enjoyed tonight and that I had something
important to tell him at tomorrow's meeting. I left it a bit open - I
didn't want to scare him and I've always believed that face to face
communication it a necessity for such an important issue.

As I undressed for bed, I realized just how lucky I was and how my
life would take a turn for the best with Pookie. I'm too much of an
optimist to worry about what would happen if he refuses my offer. We
think alike, I'm sure he'll go for it.

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Pookie-Boy

With the familiar click of my modem, I was disconnected. Fortunately,
my e-mail was downloaded whilst I was chatting to Jack. Only a couple
of messages, one piece of junk mail (when I didn't have a life, I
signed up for all these free services which bombarded me with rubbish.
Still, it was nicer than not receiving any mail). And then I
was surprised. An e-mail from Curtis:

"Hi Pookie,

I hope you had a nice time tonight!

I think I won't forget tonight in a hurry! It was hot! You made
love to me like a true professional, not the sweet and innocent
virgin you claimed to be. Are you sure you're as innocent as you
said? :)

I would like to meet you at 8:30 by the bus stop where you got off
tonight and we can have breakfast at the cafe. I have something
important to discuss with you.

Lots of love, sloppy kisses and kindest regard to Mr Wiggly,
Curtis"

Sloppy kisses? Ech! Anyway, what a sweetie! The more I thought about
him, the more excited I got. Deep down, he's such a romantic that just
thinking it had my heart pumping love stronger than ever before. I
couldn't go to sleep in such a state!

I felt love. Now I knew what Donna Summer was singing about! Love that
I felt from the tips of my toes to the hair on my head. I felt alive.
It was like I'd gone through the past couple of dozen years in life
without really living. I was ecstatic and 'love was the drug'.

I could feel Mr Wiggly awaking from his deserved slumber. Oh, Mr
Wiggly, if only you knew how proud you made me feel tonight! Curtis
called you a professional!

I swiftly removed my clothes: My lucky green shorts - they were, I
believe, what brought us together. Whenever Curtis or I would be
feeling sad, I'd make mention of my lucky green shorts and we'd both
:-)

I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, checking out my body. This was
the first time I'd ever done this without noticing all the
imperfections. For once, I only paid attention to all my finer points.
My pectoral muscles. Sure, they weren't bulging - but they weren't too
flabby either. My abdomen. No six pack and maybe not as flat as I'd
like, but it wasn't overly inflated either. Jumping down to my legs.
I'm glad to see that all my walking over the years has paid off.
They've got a nicely defined lean layer of muscle. If I had
a bike, now, that would pump them up, not to mention all that
cardiovascular activity would tone up the rest of my body. That would
be a good idea. Hey, what am I thinking? Curtis loves me just as I
am. I wouldn't want to change that, now, would I?

Mr Wiggly jumped up to attention, as if to cry out 'How dare you
forget about me?' Oh, Mr Wiggly! I could never forget about you! I
wrapped my hand around my rigid pole. Even though I'd come so many
times tonight, I knew that Mr Wiggly could handle another load.

Pumping faster and faster, my left hand was slowly caressing my right
nipple. That was the one I had pierced. It felt super sensitive and I
started purring gently. I imagined Curtis was beside me, his hand
stroking my nipple as I was playfully pinching his. I lifted my left
arm and tried to bury my head in my armpit. I darted out my tongue,
feeling the gentle hair under there.

This made me hotter and pushed me over the edge as my stiff sausage
started pumping out its seed. It landed all over the mirror. I was
still feeling hot, so I bent down and licked every last drop off the
mirror. Oh, man, I'd tried tasting it before, and every time the taste
would be slightly different. Tonight, the taste was just divine. I
wondered how Curtis' would taste...

I cleaned up as best I could and jumped into bed just as I heard
mother's car pull in. In bed, I was greeting by Tommy. Tommy was the
bear Curtis sent me for my birthday. It was such a lovely thought.
I've been sleeping with Tommy and imagining he was Curtis since he
arrived at my doorstep. Each night, I'd give Tommy a big hug and kiss,
and hope that Curtis would receive them telepathically!

It was after 3 am! Time really does fly when you're having fun! I
heard my bedroom door open as mom peeked in to see if I was sleeping.
How I hate it when she does that! Here I am, a fully mature adult, and
she still treats me like a child!

One of these days, I'm going to move out. Yes, I've been telling
myself that for years, but now it was different. Now I had Curtis.
What was this important thing Curtis wanted to talk about? I was
wondering if he'd want to take me back home with him. As much as I
hated living where I was, I didn't think I could move away. Not yet,
anyway. I was a creature of habit. I've lived here all my life, I had
my territory marked, so to speak. Not to mention work!

I realized what the problem that had been nagging me was. All this
happened too fast. I couldn't fall in love with Curtis the same night
I met him! Sure, I'd chatted with him for over a year, but, deep down,
how did I know that I could trust him. I know that I had things in my
past that I hadn't told him, mainly because I thought he'd reject me,
so who knows what skeletons he's got in the closet.

Hey, Pookie, you're getting a bit too ahead of yourself! That's your
problem. You've only been with him for a few minutes, and you're
already planning the 'happy ever after' ending! One step at a time,
dude!

Well, say what you will, I was both scared and excited. Scared because
I was uncertain of our future. I wanted to take things one step at a
time and not rush through everything. I wanted Curtis to be my one
and only true love. I only hoped that he felt the same way.

I was excited at my newly found happiness. For once, I felt
comfortable being naked with somebody. It wasn't that difficult after
all. Hey, I'd do it every day, if I got the chance!!

I started thinking of the future. Our future together. I was looking
forward to snuggling up with Curtis in the middle of Winter, jumping
in a refreshing bath with him in the heat of the Summer. Anything for
my love.

Suddenly, another thought clouded my mind. A grim memory. Remember the
last time you did this, Pookie. Remember the last time you fell in
love.  Learn from your mistake, Pookie... Remember the way you were
hurt...

I suppose I was a bit naive back then. I spent most of my high school
years cocooned away from the other students. Mother always told me to
keep away from them as they were bad influences. Stupidly, I listened
to her, and ended up going through my schooling with no friends.

Until Lucas. I don't know why he sat next to me on that fateful Monday
morning during the first week of school. It's not like he didn't have
any friends; he was a social animal. I guess I should've seen it
coming. He'd be talking to me about last night's geography homework,
but I'd get lost, staring into his deep brown eyes. Gee, they'd even
make me feel a bit woozy! He had short black hair and had slowly
sprouting facial hair. He was a man, whereas I was still a boy.

I quickly fell in love with him - but I couldn't tell him. How would
he react? Would he accept it or make me the laughing stock of the
class?

Months of agony and anguish passed. The more time I spent with him
made me realize that I just had to have him! I had to let him know how
I felt about him. Trust slowly built up between us, so I decided to
ask him to my house one afternoon. He needed my help with some
essays so I thought I'd take the chance.

I was so excited when he accepted my invitation, that I spent the day
before cleaning up my room! Mom wondered what was wrong with me!

He came, I helped him with his work, stealing glances as often as I
could. Wondering what was under his layer of clothes. Wondering how
smooth his torso would be. Wondering if he'd object to me sucking
his toes!

Oh, Pookie, please!

Well, I suppose that would be as close as I'd come to sucking any part
of his body! After we'd finished our school work, we had a bit of a
chat. I tried to put in words my feelings for him, but nothing came
out. I reached out and touched his arm. It was so smooth. He didn't
pull back. Good sign, Pookie.

Suddenly, I felt comfortable. I felt like I could tell him everything.
I thought he'd be OK with it. I thought there'd be a future for us. He
sat there, listening intently. After I'd finished, he said that he had
to go home as it was getting late and that he'd see me at school
tomorrow.

I was excited. I spent the rest of the evening thinking of our future
together. Thinking of cuddling with him. Him coming home after a
strenuous day at work and me giving him a loving massage.

I had the most erotic dream that night. Almost a decade later, I still
remember it (and I'm not very good usually at remembering dreams!).

I was alone in my room, studying for a test when Lucas appeared at my
door.

"Need some help with that?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know that I suck at algebra!"

"No, I meant that," he whispered, pointing to my tented out trousers. I was
embarrassed. "It's OK, I'm your friend and I want to do my best to
help you out."

He pulled me onto my bed and in what was a swift, gliding move, our
clothes were off (that's the joy of dreams!). He brought his lips
close to mine, they were barely inches apart, and I could feel his
warm breath on my thirsty lips. I slowly inhaled as he exhaled. It was
like his breathing was my life support system. When his lips finally
locked onto mine, I felt like I was a toddler, taking my first steps.
He was giving me life.

I wanted to make him happy, so my hands started rubbing up and down
his back. From his nape down to his firm globes. I squeezed gently
down there, and he replied with a muffled moan. His tongue was
vivaciously exploring my mouth, imploring my tongue to join in the
fun. It got the message, and soon our tongues felt like they were
gliding like figure skaters, sleekly from my mouth to his. I gently
massaged the back of his thighs. There was slight, silky hair down
there that was gentle to my touch. He groaned, and as my tongue was in
his mouth, he gently bit it. I gave out a muffled cry, and his lips
parted mine.

"Sorry," he said in a low, sexy whisper, "the last thing I'd ever want
to do is hurt you. Let me make up for it."

With that, I felt him gently nibble at my ear. It was a new sensation
and my already erect member was now so hard, it hurt. His tongue ran
across the perimeter of my ear, surprising me when it briefly darted
into the canal.

He planted a soft kiss on it and moved down and gently kissed my
cheek.

"I love you, Pooksie, and I want to treat you like my king and make
you feel good every day."

"Thank you," I said, my teary eyes welling up from all the love being
offered, "I love you so much that I couldn't ever think of living
without you." That's when I felt the first stream of tears run down my
face.

"Sh..." he comforted me, his tongue sponging up my salty drops. "I
want you to feel nothing but pleasure, as long as we're together."

The tears dried up, as Lucas made his way down to my chest, leaving
behind a trail of soft kisses. His tongue slowly started playing with
my sensitive nipple (it must've been the right one). The licking
slowly became sucking. I felt like a mother feeding her newborn baby.

"I'll feed you with my love as long as we're together, " I told him.
He looked up and me, with those beautiful, deep brown eyes and smiled.
A smile that said more than a thousand words.

He glanced down to my instrument of love, which was preparing to erupt
any minute now, and smiled again. He dove into my navel, his tongue
thoroughly licking the hole that had once joined me with another human
being. I felt ticklish, and began to laugh. I knew I could hold back
no longer; the erupting feeling started off slowly, but was steadily
increasing in magnitude.

Lucas looked up to me and laughed: "As long as we're together", just
when I... woke up. I felt my pajama bottom was all moist: That was the
last wet dream I've ever had.

When Lucas wasn't at school the following day, I worried. When he
didn't appear the day after either, I was concerned. I wanted to call
him at home - but realized I didn't have his number and that he'd
moved earlier in the year, so it wouldn't be in the telephone
directory. He didn't appear back at school until the following week.

I greeted him with a smile, but he just turned away. When we got into
class, he didn't sit beside me. He went to sit with some girl named
Emily on the other side of the classroom.

During recess, I saw them together. They'd be holding hands and
looking like the perfect teen couple.

In another class, our tables were arranged so we'd sit face to face
with one another. I'd look at Lucas. He'd smile, wink, blow me a kiss
and then show me that he was holding hands with Emily. At one point,
I'm sure I even saw him grab his crotch whilst blowing me a kiss. He
then turned to Emily and gave her a sloppy wet kiss. I saw so much
tongue that day that I went off kissing for a very long time.

Anyway, I was shattered. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never ever
see another person. I felt used and betrayed. There I was, ready to
offer my future life to somebody I'd trusted, and I got nothing but
mockery in return. I was depressed, to say the least. I couldn't sleep
without seeing his beautiful face laughing at me. I didn't want to get
up in the mornings to go to school. I even tried to take a bottle of
my mother's sleeping pills to end it all. See, I couldn't tell Curtis
that. As much as I love him, I don't know how he'd react.

Perhaps he thinks I'd do the same if he ever left me, and feel obliged
to stay with me even though he was unhappy. I didn't want that for
Curtis. He's too much of a wonderful person to be wasted like that.

A couple of years after I'd completed high school, I looked Lucas up
in the phone book. I eventually found the courage to dial the number.
His younger sister picked up the phone and informed me that he'd
moved and was attending college out of state.

It took me a long time to trust another person...

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Curtis

By 4 am, I realized I wouldn't get a good night's sleep. I'd tossed
and turned and fell asleep for no more than a few minutes when I
jumped up in a cold sweat. It took me a couple of minutes to adjust to
my surroundings.

When I remembered where I was, I also remembered why I awoke with a
start. I had a dream. It was a dream where I was on an aeroplane with
Pookie. We were laughing at some ditzy stewardess who had spilled
orange juice on a passenger (why do we always laugh at things in our
dreams that aren't funny in real life?) Pookie asked me where we were
going. Just as I opened my mouth to answer, my two front teeth fell
out! Pookie was disgusted and upset. "OUT, OUT, OUT!" he cried. I
noticed that he'd opened a cabin door and proceeded to throw me out
like last week's mouldy dinner. I had no power, I could feel myself
falling when I woke up.

I've had dreams about falling and teeth dropping out before. From what
I understand, they refer to rejection.

Rejection. I don't think I could face being rejected again.

I started thinking about my old town. A sleepy town where
accommodations were cheap. It was popular with the college kids who
wanted to spend their money on other things. I was born and raised
there. After high school, I was fortunate enough to get a job with the
local bank. Over the years, I'd worked my way up the ladder. You won't
believe this, but banks once did care about their customers - well, I
made certain that mine did.

The years quickly passed, and before I knew it, I was an old man! I
saw my employees come and go over the years, some even aged with me,
but the customers always knew that good ol' Curtis would be there to
hear them out.

I lived for my work. Six days a week, I'd be up at six in the morning,
in at work by seven to catch up with the paperwork before the bank
opened. I was always the last to leave, never home before dark. That
was my life.

I never really thought about anything else. Love was something foreign
to me. Sure, my parents loved me. Me and my three brothers and two
sisters, that it. The love really got spread around thinly.

>From my extreme youth, I felt different. By the time I was a teenager,
I didn't want to hang around the other boys and talk about girls'
bodies. Don't get me wrong, I liked girls, but I thought they deserved
more respect than that.

Mom and dad passed on by the time I was thirty. My brothers and
sisters scattered all over the country and world: My baby brother,
Evan, emigrated to Australia. Why he wanted to go to the other end of
the planet, I'll never understand. I speak to him on the 'phone every
Christmas, just to see how he's going. He's lost his accent. The more
I speak to him, the more I feel that I'm speaking with a stranger, not
the boy I grew up with.

During the years that followed, I just didn't think about falling in
love. Until one morning about five years ago, when I woke up with the
'flu, and realized that if I was sick, nobody would be there to care
for me. The only people I knew were my work colleagues and my
customers. I got on fine with them, but at the end of the day, I still
came home to an empty house.

Then came Luke...ah, I'm not going to taint my beautiful thoughts of
Pookie, my true love, with those of Luke! I don't even want to think
about him. I don't ever want to see him again...but if I bumped into
him..? No, I have Pookie now, Pookie and only Pookie.

Just thinking about what I've accomplished over the past 54 years of
my life, nothing special seems to spring into mind. I left a town
where I was just the jolly, fat bank manager.

I realized that my life had to change. I had to find somebody to care
for. Somebody who'd love me in return. Somebody who'd stay with me
(unlike Luke).

Not being into the social scene, I started looking at the internet. I
wasn't expecting to find anybody there; I was just wanting to pass my
free time. And I had a lot of free time.

I remember that fateful night when Pookie first appeared. I'd been
alone in the chat room when he appeared. I think the fact that I was
alone might have frightened him, so I took the liberty of saying
'hello'. It all started form here...

Once my bank merged with a larger, multinational bank, I realized my
time was up. The new owners were after profits and nothing more.
Service was nothing more than another word in the dictionary for
them. On my last day there, I was introduced to my successor. A
typical twenty-something, straight out of business college, who had no
knowledge of our town's needs. I bid my colleagues farewell and good
luck - they certainly needed it. Within the next six months, they had
all resigned and I understand the employment purge rate is still very
high.

Naturally, I have enough money to retire comfortably, but without a
job, I'm useless. That's why I decided to apply for the low paying
accounts clerk position. It'll keep me off the streets. But without
Pookie, what's the point?

Pookie is my only source of happiness. When I'd come home from a
stressful day at work, he'd tell me that his teddy had fallen down and
broken his leg, or that he'd tried dying his pubic hair. He was a
never ending source of entertainment.

After he'd opened his heart to me, I realized just how important he'd
become. A day wouldn't be complete without an e-mail from Pookie.

I boldly told him some time ago that we should meet. His reply: "Cool,
I'll let you try my frothy surprise!"

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Pookie-Boy

Grrrr... looking over to my bedside table clock, I noticed it was
nearly 4 am. Oh, great, when I see Curtis in a few hours' time, I'll
look like the undead.

Burp! Whoopsy! I think that frothy surprise was a bit much. I can
still feel the sugar rush!

Well, I could see that I wouldn't be getting any sleep, so I got up
and switched on my computer once more. I dialled up to the Internet to
do some surfing, when I remembered something: I remembered that I
once told Mr Grey I'd notify him the night I'd lose my virginity. I
know that sounds stupid, but we once made a bet - I told him I was
certain that I'd die a virgin. He said I'd be deflowered when I was in
my 20's. He was right. I pressed reply and sent him a quick message:

"Hi there, Grey, old buddie,

I guess you were right. You win, my shout for lunch Monday? I must
tell you all about Curtis - he's a real sweetheart. If he's still in
town, I'll introduce you to him, ok?

yours,
Pookie"

Getting on the Internet always makes time fly. I perused my bookmarks,
wondering where I should head. Hey, it's been a couple of days since I
last caught up with Nifty's new additions. I selected that one.
Yes, there were several dozen new stories there and a couple of new
chapters of my favorite stories. I downloaded them all, wondering how
many of them would be good. Recently, I'd noticed, the quality of
writing had steadily improved. There was a new wave of authors who put
more love into their work. Yes, I know that makes me sound like such a
hippie - but the love they have for their characters really shows.

For a while I'd been thinking of doing some writing, but up until now,
I'd had nothing about which I could write... but now I had Curtis...
hm...

The time quickly passed, what with surfing, checking out the posts in
the newsgroups and sending Suzie a detailed e-mail about my adventures
of the past night. Before I knew it, the first rays of Friday's
sunlight started beaming into my bedroom.

I surely felt tired - but then I remembered a few yoga positions Suzie
showed me. She said that since her boyfriend keeps her up most of the
night, she uses these moves to make her feel more refreshed whenever
she has to go to work the following day.

I came out of my yogic state feeling fresh and awake. It was past 7
am, so I thought it was time for me to get up and get ready for my
meeting with Curtis. Thank goodness I thought ahead enough to organize
a day off work. There was no way I could concentrate on work today.
Yesterday was bad enough, but at least keeping busy kept my mind off
feeling nervous.

I jumped into the shower, and quickly gave my body a brief scrub with
my favorite loofah. Did I really shower 3 times yesterday? What a
waste of water! I hope Curtis won't make a habit of this. I recently
started thinking of drinking my own urine to save water! Really! I'd
read about other people doing it and living to 120!

I felt that my bladder was full, Well, I hadn't relieved myself since
last night at the motel with Curtis! When I felt Mr Wiggly was about
to squirt, I lifted him gently, aiming the fluid up to my mouth. I
shut my eyes (well, I didn't think getting wee into my eyes would be
very good) and let it rip!

The first powerful stream shot out and hit my on the cheek and chin.
After I'd adjusted my aim, I felt the hot liquid landing on the roof
of my mouth. I tried to keep it in my mouth, to swish it around and
savor it's flavor. The only problem was that doing this meant that the
remainder of the fluid would be wasted. I didn't mind. This was my
first time, anyway.

It tasted a bit like pulverized popcorn tea! Honest!! It wasn't too
bad - and I thought that this, along with a regular dose of freshly
produced sperm would enrich my diet and show the world just what a
serious conservationist I was!! I wondered what Curtis would think
about this. He wasn't a hippie deep down like me. Would he be
repulsed or would he love me with all my aberrations?

I walked back into my room with just my towel wrapped around me. I
considered putting in my nipple ring, but didn't. For some reason, it
always got in the way and I found it uncomfortable to wear for
prolonged periods. My right nipple was far more sensitive than the
left. Perhaps I should get the left one pierced as well! I did put in
my navel ring, which, for some reason, always made me feel sexy. The
mere thought of Curtis licking my belly, gently tugging at the ring
put a smile on my face.

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Curtis

Toss and turn and toss and turn...is there no justice?

I suppose I'm afraid of going back to sleep, in case I have another
one of those dreams. I remember Luke once rented some horror video about
a bunch of kids that got slaughtered in their dreams. Here I go again,
thinking about Luke again. I suppose one never really forgets one's
first love.

I decided to get out of bed and get on the Internet again. It's
fastest at this hour, so I'd get to download a lot of stuff.

Well, I never thought I'd say this... but just after logging on and
seeing there was no email for me and the chat rooms were all deserted,
I was bored.

I decided to get onto the news groups to get some cheap thrills, but
even all that bare flesh didn't titillate me. I was beyond cyber sex;
I was into the real thing.

I swiftly shut the computer off and went back to bed. I know that I
must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, there was light
coming in through the window and I could hear the rumbling of the
early morning traffic from the local highway. Immediately, I panicked.
What if I had slept in and missed my date with Pookie?

Peering up to the clock, I saw that it was a quarter to eight. Enough
time for a very quick shower, and then off to see my boy.

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Pookie-Boy

By the time I'd finished my preparations, it was just about 8 am.
Sure, there was enough time to get to our meeting spot, but I'd
forgotten all about rush hour traffic; a bus full of people on their
way to work and kids to school!

I ran out of the house, the olds were still snoring in their bed.
Fortunately, buses come more often at this hour, so one was coming
almost as soon as I'd reached the bus stop.

This morning, on the bus, everything looked different. I was happy and
sunny, so for me, the whole world was happy and sunny. From the kids
play fighting in the back seat, to the middle aged business woman
unsuccessfully trying to apply her lipstick. I couldn't help but
smile. I was so happy that I was almost about to break into song. Hey,
I suppose you're wondering what sort of song a person like me would
sing? Well, even though I might be a hippie, I do have a soft spot for
'70's disco songs. I'd probably sing something like 'Dancing Queen'.
Suzie just loves that song. Suzie's coming back this weekend, I
remembered. I had so much to tell her!!

I reached my destination with only a couple of minutes to spare.

"You're late," Curtis smiled.

"Yeah, it's peak hour traffic. If more motorists used public
transport, there'd be less traffic, you know. I suppose I would've
gotten here earlier had I been able to ride a bike over."

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't have a bike. It's something I'm looking forward to someday,"
I replied.

"So, what's this important news you have for me? You're not emigrating
to Siberia or somewhere where they don't have the Internet, are you?"
I said, nervously, not knowing what to expect, and hoping that it
wouldn't be anything too difficult for me to cope with.

"No, no, nothing like that," he giggled. "Let's go and eat something
and I'll explain to you there."

We proceeded to the cafe where only twelve hours earlier we had our
first date. Mitzy was surprised to see me there at such an early hour.
We ordered a couple of strong coffees and muffins. There wasn't
much on their breakfast menu - I suppose that hardcore hippies usually
don't wake up and eat before midday!

"Did you sleep well last night?" Curtis asked.

"Not a wink," I replied. "You?"

"Not much. I had too much to think about..."

"Me too, dude."

"I was thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you too... so was Mr Wiggly," I whispered,
bowing down my head in case it was turning red.

"I really, really enjoyed last night," he smiled. "It was one of the
best nights I've ever spent with anybody. It was very special and
meant a lot for me. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your life,
Pookie," he gave me a quick pat on the shoulder.

I looked up at him and smiled shyly. I was thrilled that he felt the
same way I did about last night.

Mitzy brought over our food and drinks. "Enjoy your meals, boys." She
gave us a smile and a wink and as she walked off, I saw that she'd
added a couple of organic chocolate mints to our order - probably
because of the large tip Curtis left last night.

"Pookie," Curtis started, "I have something to tell you. It isn't easy
for me to say this, but I'd like you to hear me out If you have
problems with anything I have to say, tell me upfront. I'm too old to
be hurt again." I heard him sigh softly.

I reached out and touched his hands. "Of course, Curtis. We've been
honest with each other all the time we've been chatting on the
Internet, why would that stop now?"

"Well, I don't know. Being on the Internet is different. Now, I'm
sitting here, beside you. I don't really know how you feel about me
being here and if you're just saying what you are to make me feel
better."

He had a point there. As I'd told him a long time ago, all my life I'd
gone around telling people what I thought they'd want to hear. I never
really told them what I thought, like I didn't have a mind of my own.
I just looked at him.

I didn't know how to reply. Sure, this whole adventure with Curtis was
the highlight of my life thus far, but was he my Mr Right, or just
another Lucas?

"I'll tell you what I have to say," he continued. "I'd like you to go
home and think about it. You can e-mail me when you've decided."

Now I was confused. "Um... decided what? I don't understand."

"I love you, Pookie. More than anything in my life. Even more than my
own life. I want you to know that."

I nodded slowly, and felt like I was going to dread what he was going
to say next. Curtis took a deep breath and then continued.

"I'm not planning on going back home. I'm going to live here now. I've
just secured a good job. It won't pay as much as my previous one, but
at least I'll be close to you. This afternoon, I'm going to look
at a couple of apartments around town."

It was slowly sinking in. What I'd thought would be a brief fling
looked like it might be more long term. Hey, Pookie, what's wrong with
you? Isn't this what you've always wanted?

There was more: "I know this might appear to be a bit brash, but I
feel like we're soul mates." I looked at him, sympathetically. "I'd
like you to move in with me. I'd like us to be together for the rest
of our lives."

I just sat there in silence. Yes, this may have thing to which I'd
always looked forward, but was I ready for it? Curtis seemed to be
sincere enough, but... what did I really know about his past? He knew
more about me than anybody else on the planet, but I didn't know
enough about him. It was moving too fast for me. Think, Pookie, think!

"I'll have to think about it," I replied.

"That's all I'm asking."

I slowly got up and left the cafe. Curtis said he'd deal with the
bill. I walked all the way back home, thinking. What would I do? If I
moved in with Curtis, everybody would assume I was gay, could I cope
with it? What if I discover that he's a serial killer or something
(oh, really, Pookie!)?  What if it doesn't work out and I'm left all
alone after having been rejected by my family for being gay!

This was going to be the toughest decision I'd ever make in my life. I
was never good at making decisions. I'd always left it up to my mother
to decide what I should eat, what clothes I should wear, what shampoo
I should use. Now, I was on my own - the big decision was up to me...

Oh, Suzie! Where are you? I really must talk to you about this!

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