Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 13:55:30 -0500
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: It's Not Easy Being a Tree   Chapter 3

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It's Not Easy Being a Tree          Chapter 3



Okay. I'm now a man on a mission. Indyboi91 wants to chat with me. I don't
know why, but I kind of feel this connection with him. Sure, he has a hot
body, even hotter than the blonde guy I usually jerk off to. So I've got to
chat with him. I just have to.

However, there is one overwhelming problem- I can't. I have to show I'm at
least eighteen, but I don't know how. Indyboi91 told me he did it with a
fake ID, but where am I going to get one? If I ask him where he got his and
then he tells me, he can always find out who I am when I get one. It is
probably a friend who does them. Also, since I'm only sixteen, I don't have
a credit card I can use.

But there has to be a way to see Indyboi91 again. There just has to
be. First, though, I

have to buy a webcam. I don't even know where to begin. I went to Ebay to
see if I could buy one, but again, I need a credit card. They don't appear
to be too expensive. I can buy one for about fifty dollars. That will take
all the money I've been saving to buy a new video game, but I don't care. I
would rather see the boy in the chat room again. And if I can get a cam and
somehow get a fake ID, then maybe I'll be able to get up the nerve to let
him see me too. I doubt that, though. There is no way on this green earth
I'd ever let a guy watch me jerk off. Besides, not only would he be able to
watch, but also just about every guy on the planet could see me. No, I
could never do that.

Dad and Jon were already discussing the football game when I entered the
kitchen. Jon's coach told him a college scout might be in the stands to
watch him play. Jon has already received offers from three different
colleges, but they are small schools. He's holding out hoping that a big
school will contact him.

"Did Coach Talbott tell you who is scouting you?" My father seemed more
excited about it than Jon did.

"Some guy from Notre Dame," Jon responded unenthusiastically.

"Damn!" Dad exclaimed. "Your Uncle Junior played for Notre Dame. He'll be
tickled pink if you get an offer from them."

"I dunno, Dad," Jon replied as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm kinda hoping
to hear from a bigger school."

"Bigger school! They don't get much bigger than the Fighting Irish!"

"We'll see," Jon mumbled as he got up from the table and headed down to the
basement to work out before going to school.

Mom sat down at the table and looked over at me. "How is school going,
Woody? " She took a sip of coffee. I looked over at Dad. He was busy
reading the paper.

"Alright, I guess," I responded as I looked over at Glenn who was digging a
booger from his nose. He then pretended like he was going to wipe it on
Glenda's sleeve.

"Mom!" Glenda squealed. "Glenn's going to wipe his boogie on me."

Dad put down his paper and laughed. He tried to hold back a grin as he
chastised Glenn for his immature behavior. I guess no one really cared how
I am doing in school. I got up and headed to my bedroom.

As I crossed the room to my computer, I noticed Jon's wallet on the
dresser. I listened to hear if he was coming up the stairs before I picked
it up. I suddenly had an idea how I could see Indyboi19. I took Jon's
driver's license out and looked at it. I then looked in the mirror and held
it up to my face.

"This just might work," I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. Jon
was seventeen when he got his license, so he looks much younger than he
does today. In fact, the picture looks remarkably like me. As long as I
don't have to show them my small body and they only want a facial shot, it
might work.

Suddenly, I heard Jon bounding up the stairs. I quickly returned his
driver's license to his wallet and the hurried over to my computer desk. I
was sitting when he opened the door and walked in.

I watched as he brushed his hair in the mirror. Step One for my plan to get
online to see Indyboi91 had been solved. I will just use Jon's ID as proof
of my age. Since we look so much alike, no one is sure to question it. Now
I only have to complete Step Two- getting a webcam.

Step Two is solved when I sit down at the lunch table the next day. Kate
and Anna were discussing an assignment in American history when Jeff looked
over and asked me if I wanted to go to the mall Saturday morning.

"Sure," I replied. It isn't unusual for us to get together on Saturday and
walk around the mall. Jeff works hard all week doing chores around his
farm, so his mother lets him get away on Saturdays. Since our town is
rather small, the only activity for us to do is to cruise the mall. It's
not large like some I have seen in magazines, but it still contains some
large retail stores, like JC Penny's and Sears. There are also several shoe
stores. My favorites are Finish Line and Footlocker. I can't afford the
most popular brands; but if I am with Mom, I can usually whine my way into
a nice pair of gym shoes. Dad shops with Jon, and he will buy him anything
he wants.

"Great!" Jeff said excitedly. "You want to meet me there, or do you want
Mom to come by and pick you up?"

"I can ride my bike," I replied. I didn't want to be with Jeff the entire
time we were at the mall. If I rode my bike, then I could stay after he
leaves and go to Radio Shack and price a webcam. If he is with me, he will
probably wonder what I want with a camera for my computer. It might be
difficult to explain.

"Gee, Jeff. I just want one because I'm dying to see this guy's dick in a
chat room and I need it to show them I am of legal age, which I'm not. But
I'm going to steal my brother's driver's license, and pretend I am
him. They will think I am nineteen, and not sixteen. Then I just might use
the webcam to show this guy my big, hard dick if he asks to see it."

I looked over at Jeff as he took a bite from his hamburger. "Naw," I
giggled. He gave me a puzzled look.

During fourth period, I got a message on my cell phone. We are not supposed
to have them in class, but everyone has one. I keep mine on vibrate, but I
usually only get a message from Mom or Dad. I don't even think Jon knows my
number, although I have his stored in mine.

I carefully took my phone out and held it while Mr. Johnson lectured at the
front of the room. It's an economics class and he was talking about the
currency of China and how it influences our dollar. When he turned to write
on the board, I looked quickly at the text message.

It was from Dad. He said he couldn't pick me up after school. He said he
sent Jon a message telling him to wait for me after school and bring me
home. Fat chance. It's Friday night and he will probably hang around with
his football buddies until it is time to go to the stadium for the game. It
is a home game and everyone has been excited all day about it.

I sent Jon a text when Mr. Johnson gave us a handout and then returned to
his desk to grade some papers. The girl sitting in front of me is rather
large, so he couldn't see me typing in my message. Billy, the boy in the
seat next to me, tried to read what I was typing, but I looked over and
frowned. He quickly looked away.

Dad says you have to take me home after school

I put my phone back in my pocket and waited for his reply. It didn't take
long. About five minutes later, my phone vibrated. I looked at what he
wrote.

Fuk off

I considered calling Dad and telling him, but he would probably laugh and
tell me Jon is too busy with a football game tonight. So, I guess I will be
walking home. It is a two-mile walk, but one I've done it many times
before. At least it isn't raining like it was the last time Jon was
supposed to have taken me home.

Kate was waiting for me at my locker when school let out. She smiled when
she saw me approaching. "How was your day?" She asked as I opened my locker
and stuffed my books inside. Since I had managed to finish all of my
weekend assignments in my other classes, I didn't need to take any books
home.

"Alright," I replied as I slammed my locker shut. "I gotta walk home. Dad
can't pick me up and Jon won't take me." She locked her arm around mine as
we headed down the hall. Anyone looking at us would think we were dating,
but we know we are not. I wonder sometimes if she pretends I'm her
boyfriend when we are together.

"Why don't you come home with me," Kate volunteered "Mom can take you home
when she gets in from work."

"Your mom doesn't get home until five," I responded as I looked at my
watch. "It's only three thirty."

She started giggling. "My little brother will be there, so you don't have
to worry about me raping you or anything." She turned and faced me. "Not
like you'd want me to anyway."

She wrapped her arm around mine as we headed for the door. I wondered what
she meant by her last comment.

I've been to Kate's house a few times, but this was the first time we would
be alone. Well, almost alone. Her little brother, Wayne, was already home
and making a snack in the kitchen when we arrived. He looked up at me and
giggled when we walked in.

"Hey, Woody." He held his mouth and giggled some more. Wayne is ten, and I
guess he's probably just learned what a woody is. I was about his age when
I first heard the word. I had gotten out of bed early one morning and my
little dick was poking through my pajama bottoms.

Jon started laughing and pointing at it. "Woody has a woody," he laughed
uproariously. I tucked it back inside my pajamas and went across the hall
to the restroom. When I returned, I asked him why he called it a
woody. Through fits of laughter, I learned a new meaning for my name that
morning. It wasn't one I was particularly proud of.

"Get your cookies and get out of the kitchen." Kate scowled at him as he
reached into the Mickey Mouse cookie jar, grabbed a handful of chocolate
chips cookies and fled from the room.

"You want some?" She asked as she reached in and pulled out several
cookies. I took a couple and then followed her into the family room. She
turned on the television and we sat Indian style in front of it as she
clicked the control trying to find something interesting. She finally
placed the remote on the floor after finding a movie on HBO that I had
already seen several times. I'm pretty sure she had too.

She scooted back against the sofa and patted the floor beside her. I moved
beside her and took a bite of my cookie. I could tell out of the corner of
my eye that she was looking at me.

"What?" I asked as I gave her a puzzled look.

"What, what?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

She started to speak, but then stopped. "Nothing."

"No," I said as I turned toward her. Her strange behavior had piqued my
curiosity. "You were going to say something. What is it?"

"Nothing," she remarked sharply as she got up and went into the kitchen. A
minute later, she returned with two Cokes. She sat back down, handed me
one, then stared at the television. I looked over at her, but she seemed to
ignore me.

"Fine," I said with just enough irritation in my voice to let her know she
had upset me. "Be a child."

She sat up and stared into my eyes. I became uncomfortable as she continued
to stare at me. Finally, she spoke, but it wasn't what I was expecting.

"Are you gay?"

My eyes widened with surprise as I looked at her. "What?"

"Are you gay?"

"You can't ask me that!" I insisted.

"I guess you are then," she remarked as she sat back and began watching the
movie. I could feel my body beginning to tremble. Why did she ask me that?
You can't just ask someone if they are gay and expect them to answer. I
looked over at her as she nibbled on her chocolate chip cookie.

"Why did you ask me that?" I was feeling more hurt than angry. She had put
me on the spot, and now she was watching television as if she hadn't just
asked me the most monumental question you can ask someone.

She moved in front of me, crossed her legs Indian style and grabbed my
hands. "We've known each other since the first grade, right?" I nodded my
head and looked away. "Not once have I ever seen you show any interest in a
girl." She squeezed my hands tighter and chuckled. "Not even when I wanted
you to be my boyfriend in the third grade." She smiled warmly at me. "I
even tried to kiss you once and you ran away."

"Well, um, um..." I started to stammer. I could remember that day. Even
though I was eight, the idea of kissing a girl was still repulsive to me.

Kate giggled and squeezed my hands tightly. "It's okay, Woody. There's
nothing wrong with being gay."

"Why do you think I'm gay?" I rose and sat on the sofa. Kate got up and sat
closely beside me.

She gave me a puzzled look. "Well, aren't you? I've just kind of over the
past year assumed you were."

I looked at her sadly and then buried my head in my hands. I was
worried. If Kate could tell I am gay, then surely others can tell too. I
had tried so hard to mask the image of me being gay. Sure, I don't play
sports and I am small, but I still try hard to act normal.

"It's okay," she said softly. I lifted my head and saw tears in her
eyes. She kind of nodded her head and asked, "So you are?"

I shrugged my shoulders. It seemed like we had passed a point where there
was no more reason to conceal the truth. "I don't know," seemed a safe
answer.

Kate gave me a puzzled look. "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I've never done anything with anybody." I could tell my face was beginning
to redden.

"Really?" She started to giggle. "I thought you and Jeff were doing it."

"What!" I looked over wide-eyed at her. "Jeff! Why do you think Jeff and I
are messing around?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "He doesn't date, either. And I've seen the way
he looks at you sometimes at lunch."

"He doesn't look any way at me," I insisted. I had never thought of him
sexually; well not much anyway. I did last year when I thought he liked
me. I jerked off a few times after talking to him on the phone wondering
what it would be like to have sex with him.

"He does, too," Kate insisted. "You saw the happy look on his face when you
told him at lunch you'd go to the mall with him tomorrow."

"We always go to the mall together," I reminded her. "It doesn't mean I'm
sucking his dick or anything." My face began to redden when I realized what
I had said.

"But you'd like to," she giggled. "Suck his dick."

I scooted away from her. "I'm not going to have this discussion with you."

She giggled again. "Oh, come on Woody. I'm just teasing you Besides, I'm
curious."

"Curious about what?"

"You being gay."

"I never actually said I was gay! I said I didn`t know."

"Sure you are," she insisted. She scooted closer to me. "Okay," I noticed a
mischievous gleam in her eye. "Do you ever think of me when you're jerking
off, or jacking off or whatever you call it?"

"Oh, hell no!" I got up, walked across the room, and plopped down in a wing
back chair. "I can't believe you just asked me that!"

She smiled that mischievous grin, got up and sat down in front of
me. "Well, have you?"

I folded my arms tightly and stared out the window. "I'm not going to
answer that."

"So you haven't?" I looked at her and glared. She smiled and that
mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes again.

"I think about Brandon Metzger when I'm doing it."

My eyes flew open as she started to giggle. I grabbed my ears and started
singing The Star Spangled Banner as loudly as I could. She rolled back on
the floor and started laughing uproariously.

Brandon Metzger was treated like a god at our school. He was tall, good
looking and had a personality that drew people to him like honey draws
bees. He couldn't walk down the hall without having several people approach
him. He has blond hair, blue eyes and a body that must have been sculpted
by Michelangelo.

The interesting thing about Brandon was that he played no sports. Most
admiration in a high school is usually reserved for star athletes. Even
though he appeared more athletic than most athletes, he never competed in a
team sport. The football coach had been trying to convince him to play for
the past two years, but he refused. No one knew why, but it still didn't
prevent him from being one of the most revered students in our school.

There had also been an unspoken competition going on involving Brandon
since the seventh grade. He dated often, but he insisted that he was going
to remain a virgin until he graduated from high school. There was a rumor
going around school last year that Amanda Smith had attended a movie with
Brandon and didn't wear any panties. When she took his hand and tried to
get him to finger her, he walked out of the theater.

I took my hands from my ears and said, "I'm not listening to you!" Kate
laughed louder as I started singing again. She sat up and smiled. Thinking
it was safe, I uncovered my ears.

When I saw her grin appear, I covered my ears quickly, but not before she
said, "And Sarah Covington."

I removed my hands and stared at her with my mouth agape. "What?"

Sarah has been a classmate since kindergarten. She grew from a skinny
little girl with braces into a beautiful, bosomy woman. She was a varsity
cheerleader, and she had been going steady with the quarterback of the
football team since ninth grade. There was a rumor two years ago that he
had gotten her pregnant, but she had a miscarriage before anyone could
notice.

"When I masturbate, I think of Sarah sometimes."


I grabbed my ears and started yelling, "I can't hear you!!!!!!" I looked
down at the floor as Kate rolled around laughing hilariously. I got down on
the floor and sat beside her.

"So you're gay, too?"

"I knew it!" She shrieked as I gave her a puzzled look. "You said, `So
you're gay, too!" My face reddened when I realized I had just outed myself
to Kate.

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned against the sofa. "I dunno. Maybe, I
guess." Kate scooted beside me, pressing her body against mine

"This is kind of cool," she said. I looked over as she smiled at me. "You
know, having someone to talk to."

"Yeah, I guess it kind of is." I smiled and grabbed my ears "As long as you
don't talk about.." Kate roared with laughter when I looked down at her
lap.

We sat quietly for a minute. I guess we were both reflecting on our new
friendship. Suddenly, Kate turned to me. "So, Woody, who do you like? I
told you I like Brandon and Sarah." That mischievous grin appeared and she
looked down at my crotch. "Who do you think about when you're, you know,
doing that thing."

I started to get up, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back
down. "Come on, Woody, I'm only teasing you." She looked into my eyes and
asked almost pleadingly, "Seriously, do you like someone?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno, maybe." She moved around in front of me.

"Really? Who?"

"There's a guy I'm talking to on the internet."

Kate frowned. "The internet? What's he look like."


I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno. I just met him." I couldn't tell her
that the only thing I had seen was his smooth body and hard cock as he
stroked it. And then, for only a few seconds.

She frowned. "Be careful, Woody. The internet is full of crazy people."

"Yeah, I know," I assured her. "I'll be careful. I know what I'm doing."

She started to say something, but just then we heard the back door open and
her mother hollered out, "Anyone here?"

Kate rose and went into the kitchen. I wished that we had more time to talk
I'd finally come out to someone and I had a lot of feelings boxed up inside
me ready to explode. Kate was a girl, but I felt comfortable with her. The
fact that she seemed to be dealing with the same feelings as me helped.

Mrs. Combs walked into the family room. "Hello, Woody," she said
cheerfully. "Kate tells me you need a ride home." I nodded as she jingled
her keys in front of her. "Let me go get Wayne You and Kate can go ahead
and get in the car."

When Kate and I walked out onto the back patio, she turned and stopped. She
took a step forward and hugged me. "Thanks, Woody," she whispered in my ear
as she held me tightly. I kissed her gently on her cheek.



Everyone was buzzing around when I got home. Dad was hollering at Mom about
dinner not being ready and he would miss the opening kickoff. She stormed
into the kitchen and I could hear her slamming cabinet doors loud enough
for Dad to hear. He just did a grumbled `humph," and continued to read his
paper.

When I went upstairs to my room, I could hear Jon taking a shower. As I
walked over to my computer, I noticed his wallet on his dresser. I walked
back over to the door and listened across the hall. I could hear him
singing, although it sounded more like a horny tomcat bellowing out a
mating call to female cat.

Listening to hear when he would turn off the shower, I tiptoed over to his
dresser and picked up his wallet. I carefully removed his driver's license
and hurried to my computer. I was hoping I could register with the website
before he finished. Then I remembered I couldn't register online. I had to
show them my identification on a webcam. I would have to wait until I went
to the mall with Jeff tomorrow and purchased a webcam at Radio Shack.

Just as I rose to return Jon's driver's license to his wallet, Dad came
into the room. He told me I should hurry and take my shower and dress for
the game. I kept looking over at the open wallet, hoping he would leave
before Jon got out of the bathroom. For some reason, he decided that he
would go over to a bulletin board on the wall next to Jon's bed and look at
the pictures Jon pins up to it. Most are pictures taken by Dad after
games. He purchased an expensive camera when Jon was a freshman, and he has
taken after-game pictures of him. Before going to the locker room, Jon
always rushes over and poses on the sidelines. Usually, he is accompanied
by another player who had made a spectacular play that night.

"It's hard to believe he's grown up so fast," Dad reminisced as he looked
sadly at the pictures. He unpinned one and held it in his hands.

"Oh, Shit!" I panicked when I heard Jon turn off the shower I looked
frantically at his wallet and then at Dad. There was no way I could place
it back in the wallet without Dad seeing me and questioning me what I was
doing with it.

A minute later, Jon walked into the room naked, toweling his hair dry. He
walked over to the picture Dad was holding and started laughing. They
talked a few minutes as they continued to look at the bulletin board. When
Dad left, Jon was dressed and brushing his hair in front of his dresser. He
took a final look, put down his brush, picked up his wallet and placed it
in his back pocket.

"See ya after the game, Runt," he said as he left the room.

I looked down at his face on the driver's license staring back at me.

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