Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 10:45:34 -0500
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: It's Not Easy Being a Tree  Chapter 5

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It's Not Easy Being a Tree     Chapter 5


When I peddled my bike up to the house, I noticed a truck in the
driveway. It was a white Ford Explorer with tinted windows and a sunroof. I
assumed it probably belonged to one of my father's golfing buddies since he
liked to play golf on Saturdays. However, Dad and Mom's cars were not in
the garage.

I placed my bike along the side of the garage and entered the house through
the back door which opened into the kitchen. I stopped suddenly when I saw
Jon sitting at the table with Connor and Ross. I hid the webcam behind my
back so they couldn't see it.

"Hey, Runt," Jon said loudly as Connor looked up at me and laughed. "How
was the mall?" He grabbed his cock. "See any hot babes today?"

Connor couldn't stop laughing as he said, "He wouldn't know what a hot babe
was if she walked up and put her tits in his face" Jon almost fell out of
his chair laughing. I looked over at Ross He had a sympathetic expression
on his face.

I turned as Jon rose from his chair and lifted his shirt. "Let's give him a
lesson." He approached me, grabbed my head and tried to pull me toward his
muscular chest. "Just stick out your tongue and lick it." I could hear
Connor roaring with laughter at the table.

I gave Jon a hard push. He stumbled and fell against the marble counter top
"Fucker!" His face was turning red with anger. "I was only playing." When
he reached out to pop me upside my head, I instinctively put up my hand to
protect myself. When I did, the small package I'd been holding fell to the
ground. He reached down and picked it up.

"Hey, what did you buy?" He started to open it, but I leapt forward and
grabbed it back. He then grabbed me as we wrestled for the package. I
couldn't let him see the webcam I'd bought.

"Ouch!" I screamed out when he twisted my arm and snatched it from my
hand. The bag opened and the camera fell out.

"What's this?" He picked it up and examined it. He then showed it to Connor
and Ross. "What do you need with a webcam?"

I snatched it from his hands. "I need it for a school project."

Connor spoke. "I've never heard of a school project where you needed a
webcam." He looked over at Ross. "Have you?" His brother shrugged his
shoulders.

Jon gave me a questioning look. "What kind of a project?" I had to come up
with an answer that he would believe.

"Uh," I stammered. "I need it for biology. Yeah, biology."

Again, he questioned me. "Why do you need it for biology?"

I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead as I sought an
answer. Finally, I had an idea. "We're studying plants," I said. "I gotta
film a plant as it grows from a seedling into a full sized plant. Then I
gotta show it to the class." I held out my hand and pleaded. "Now please
give me back my camera." He gave me a doubting look, but handed the camera
to me. I took it and hurried to my room.

"Mother Fucker," I spat as I sat down at my computer. "I'm glad I took his
fucking license." I could hear him and Connor laughing downstairs.

I took out the webcam and attempted to take it from its plastic
container. I don't know why they package electronic equipment in hard
plastic that takes the jaws of life to open. After digging at it for
several minutes with a pair of scissors, I was finally able to remove it.

I took out the instruction booklet and opened it. I needed to see if I'd
have any trouble installing it. If it was as difficult to set up as it was
to get it out of its container, then I'd probably need a computer expert to
help me. After reading for several minutes, I concluded it would be fairly
simple. All I needed to do was download the software that came with it and
I'd be ready to start camming.

As I continued to read, I turned on my computer. When I went to my email, I
had three messages. One was an ad for new video games. One was from Kate,
but the last one was from Indyboi91. It was from the night before. I
quickly opened it to see what he wanted.

Indyboi91: hi! when you gonna CUM see me again

I closed my email and pulled out the cords and disk from the package. I
hurriedly read the directions again as I looked at the back of my computer
to see where the cords would go. Just a few more minutes and I'd be seeing
Indyboi91. That is, if he was online.

As I started to download the disk, the bedroom door opened and Jon, Connor
and Ross came barging in. I quickly grabbed everything and tossed them in
the right top drawer. The last thing I needed was to have to struggle with
Jon again.

He walked over to the television and turned it to a football game on
ESPN. He and Connor kicked off their shoes and lay back on his bed. Ross
walked over to my bed, removed his shoes and laid on mine. I watched out of
the corner of my eye as he tugged at his blue sweat pants, pulling on his
underwear. They must have given him a wedgie when he lay down.

They watched the game as I played a video game. At halftime, Ross got up
from my bed and sat down beside me. "Hey, cool," he said excitedly. "You've
got Alien Breed 2." He grabbed the other control. "Wanna play?" Behind him,
Jon and Connor got off the bed and headed downstairs.

Ross was good, but I was better. Playing video games is one thing I'm good
at. Why shouldn't I be? While guys like Ross are outside playing
basketball, I'm alone in my room playing video games.

"You beat my ass," he laughed after we'd played for about twenty
minutes. He sat back, closed his eyes and stretched his long, muscular body
out. I let my eyes wander over him as he stretched further back and
yawned. I stopped when I noticed the obvious bulge he had inside his sweat
pants. I blinked a few times, and then looked up into his face. He had
noticed me staring at his cock. My heart started pounding when I thought he
might begin calling me a fag or something. Instead, he stretched out again,
only this time he dropped his hand and sort of cupped his cock in his
hand. He then looked at me, smiled and sat back up.

"Ready for another round?"

"Yeah, sure," I muttered nervously.

While we played another game, I kept looking over at him, trying to figure
out what had happened earlier. He saw me staring at him, but he said
nothing. When he reached down and gently rubbed his cock, it was as if he
was teasing me. I couldn't figure out if he wanted me to look or if it was
just something he did all the time. A lot of guys are always feeling
themselves. I notice it all the time while guys walk down the halls. Most
of the time I don't think they are aware they are doing it.

I kept looking over at Ross while we played. He was so focused on the game,
I don't think he even knew I was admiring his facial features. Ross is
handsome, extremely handsome. He has dark hair and brown eyes. His eyebrows
are thicker than mine, and he has long, silky eyelashes.

He also has a habit of sticking out his tongue slightly and biting the tip
of it while he concentrates on the game. He suddenly looked over and caught
me staring at his face. He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of
stared into my face.

A slight smile appeared on his face. "Uh, Dude," he laughed "I'm creaming
your ass this time."

I looked at the score. He had almost three times the points I had. While
I'd been focusing on his looks, I had completely forgotten about the
game. "Sorry," I apologized. He laughed, stretched out and once again and
gently grabbed his cock. And once again, I watched him do it. He looked
over, smiled and then rose from his chair.

He stood in front of me, his cock only inches from my face. "I'm going
downstairs. Jon and Connor must be watching the game in the family room."
He then turned and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned and
asked, "You wanna join us?"

I started to talk, but my voice squeaked from the excitement of watching
him get up and stand before me. I was also embarrassed because the entire
time he was standing in front of me, I wanted to reach out and touch him. I
still wasn't sure if he was teasing me or if it was something he was doing
unconsciously. Ross had been around a lot of guys. Maybe he didn't think
anything about it.

I cleared my throat and replied, "I'll be down in a minute. I got something
to do first." He nodded and left the room.

That something to do meant a trip to the bathroom. I had been on a sexual
high all day and I needed some release. Playing around with Jeff in the
mall had started it. There seemed to be some kind of chemistry between us,
especially in the eyeglass shop when I called him cute. For a brief time, I
thought he maybe knew.

Then more tension was added when I bought the webcam. On the way home on
the bike I fantasized about Indyboi91. After installing the cam, I'd
finally get to see what I'd dreamed about for days- watching him stroke
that long, hard cock. I had to stand to petal because I was boned so hard I
couldn't even sit on the bike seat.

And I'm still not sure what happened just now with Ross. He's been riding
with Jon for several months. We see each other every morning and he's
hardly spoken to me. Yet for the past hour we seemed to be like
friends. And twice he grabbed his cock, knowing I was watching.

It was more than I could stand. I couldn't wait until night to jack off. My
dick was straining to get out of my pants. I hurried across the hall,
removed my shorts and underwear and sat down on the edge of the bathtub I
closed my eyes and imagined Jeff, Ross and Indyboi91 all standing naked
before me. I knew what Indyboi91's hard cock looked like. I'd seen Jeff
naked in the gym, so I'd seen his cock soft. I didn't know if he was a
grower or a shower, but it's my fantasy so I imagined it harden to a nice
size. Ross just had to have a huge cock. Everything else about him oozed
with masculinity. He could never have a small one.

I spit on my hand, wrapped it around my steely cock, closed my eyes and
jacked off. I imagined that each of them walked up to me and put their hard
cocks in my mouth.  I imagined sucking them as I feverishly
masturbated. Just as I imagined Jeff's cock hardening in my mouth, ready to
cum, I unleashed a volley of cum like none I'd ever had before.

"Unnnggg!" I moaned as I opened my eyes and watched it shoot about three
feet across the bathroom floor. After squeezing out the remaining drops, I
sat up and tried to catch my breath.

I was startled when there was a violent pounding on the door. "Get out of
the bathroom, Runt!" It was Jon shouting at me. "What are you doing,
playing with it?" He pounded on the door several more times. "Hurry up, I
gotta take a shit!"

I grabbed a towel and cleaned myself off. I then got down and wiped my cum
off the floor. I couldn't believe I had shot that much. I was finished by
the time Jon again started banging on the door.

"Bout time, Fucker!" He pushed past me and slammed the door When I entered
the bedroom, Connor and Ross were sitting on his bed. My face reddened when
Ross looked down at my crotch. He must have heard Jon asking me if I was
playing with myself.

I wanted to read an assignment from my literature book, but I was afraid
I'd look like a nerd doing homework on a Saturday night. Hell, I would look
like a nerd. So I sat down at my computer and began playing a video game. A
minute later, Ross sat down beside me.

He looked over and grinned. "Double or nothing?"

"What?" I had no clue what he was asking me.

"Never mind," he giggled. He grabbed a control as Alien Breed 2
downloaded. "I'm going to kick your ass again." He grinned as he scooted
closer until our legs were pressing against each other.

The game started, but all I could concentrate on was Ross's leg rubbing
against mine. As the game intensified, he began to jiggle his leg
nervously. The more he did it, the more I began to focus on his bare leg
against mine and less on the game. My dick was also beginning to push
against my underwear. I wanted to adjust it, but I knew Ross would notice.

"I beat you!" He screamed as he jumped from his seat. I looked at the
score. He had triple the points I had. I also looked at his crotch which
was directly in front of me. He had an erection! It was bulging inside his
blue sweat pants. I almost passed out when he reached into his shorts and
adjusted it so that it was pointing upward. He then sat back down and
looked over at me.

"Two out of three?" I blinked my eyes, trying to focus on his smiling face.

"Yeah, sure," I stammered nervously. I glanced quickly at his erect
cock. When we started a new game, I tried to discreetly adjust my dick, but
he looked down when I did. He didn't say anything, but he brought his eyes
up to mine and grinned.

We were about half way through the third game when Jon walked up behind
Ross and smacked him on the back of the head. "You wanna go get some
pizza?" I glanced at the clock. It was almost seven.

"Yeah," he answered excitedly as he rose. I looked at his crotch, but this
time he didn't appear to be hard. He looked down at me. "You going with
us?" Jon and Connor were leaving the bedroom.

"Naw," I replied. "I wasn't invited." It hurt me that Jon would invite his
two friends and not me, but then again, I was used to it. I think the last
time my brother invited me to go anywhere was last year when he asked me to
ride with him to McDonalds. After ordering our food, he grabbed the tray
and walked away, leaving me to pay.

"Sure you are." He reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my
feet. "Don't turn off the computer," he said looking down at the game on
the screen. "We'll finish when we get back." I wanted to protest, but he
gripped my arm tighter and dragged me from the room.

When we walked into the kitchen, Jon gave me a disgusted look. "Who invited
you?"

Angrily, I started to turn and go back upstairs, but Ross stopped me. He
then turned to my brother and said defiantly, "I did." Jon shrugged his
shoulders and walked with Connor to his truck. Ross and I trailed behind
them.

Jon begged Connor to let him drive the Explorer, but Connor refused. "In
case you forgot, you don`t have your license." Jon got in the passenger's
side and pouted as Connor backed out of the driveway.

Like it is on the way to school in the morning, I sat staring out the
window while Jon, Connor and Ross talked about last night's game. Well, Jon
and Ross talked about the game. Connor talked about Maggie Peterson, one of
the senior cheerleaders.

"I'd just love to bury my head in her tits," he exclaimed animatedly as he
pretended to move his head around a pair of large breasts. Jon and Ross
started laughing. Ross stopped when he noticed that I didn't find his
brother's antics funny.

Since it was Saturday night, the Pizza Hut was crowded. The waitress told
us there would be an hour wait before she could seat us. Ross noticed some
members of the basketball team seated at a table in the back. He walked
back and talked to them for a minute. He then walked over to the waitress
and pointed in their direction. He turned and approached us with a wide
grin on his face.

"I got us a table." We followed him to where his teammates were sitting. I
thought they would get up and give us their table, but their pizzas had
just been delivered. Jon went around the restaurant and grabbed three
unused chairs. The guys at the table scooted closer together, making room
for the three chairs. I was left looking down at them.

Ross stood and offered me his chair. "Here, Woody." He then went to a
nearby table and got another chair. He returned and squeezed in beside me
and another boy.

I was embarrassed when Jon asked me rather loudly, "Runt, you got any
money?" A couple of the guys at the table started snickering. One of the
guys was in my first period class, and I heard him make a comment about an
oak tree.

"Hey, Jon," he hollered. "Ask him if money grows on oak trees." My face
turned a bright red.

Ross took his wallet out of his back pocket. "I got a ten," he said as he
handed it to Jon.

"I didn't ask you," my brother quipped angrily. "I asked the Runt. He
wasn't even invited to be here."

I had had enough. I rose from my seat and stared angrily at my
brother. With all the courage I could muster, I shouted, "Fuck you, Jon."

Several of the guys shouted, "Woooo!"  Jon's eyes narrowed in anger, but I
didn't care. I'd had enough of his crap. It was one thing to treat me
rudely at home, but it was another to intentionally try to embarrass me in
front of my classmates. I shoved back my seat and stormed out of the
restaurant.

I was hurrying away from the restaurant when someone grabbed my arm. I
balled my fist and turned around. I thought it might be Jon coming to pay
me back for what I'd said to him. Instead, it was Ross.

"Come on, Woody," he pleaded. "You know how your brother is." He pointed to
Pizza Hut. "Come back in and have some pizza." He grinned slightly. "My
treat."

"Look, Ross." I was trying hard to hold the tears back. "You're a nice guy,
but I'm not like you guys." I stepped back and pointed to my thin
body. "Look at me." I let my eyes roam over his muscular body. "I'll never
be like you or Jon."

A sympathetic look appeared on his face. "It doesn't matter, Woody." I
started laughing.

"Easy for you to say," I replied sadly. "You're not the one who looks like
me." I could feel tears starting to appear in my eyes. I turned and started
to walk quickly away. I expected him to stop me again, but he didn't. When
I was about a block away, I turned. He was entering the restaurant. He
turned briefly to look at me before disappearing inside.

I was still upset by the time I made the forty minute walk home. Before the
incident at Pizza Hut I had felt guilty for taking Jon's driver's
license. I felt sorry for him because he couldn't drive his car all
weekend, and that Dad would have to make a special trip to the DMV to get
him a new one. Now, however, I didn't care if he had to go to Anchorage,
Alaska to renew his license.

No one was home when I got there. Mom and Dad had taken Glenn and Glenda to
see a movie. They wanted me to go. I should have. However, the day hadn't
been completely ruined. I did get to know Ross better. I was still
perplexed by his behavior. In the car on the way to school, he always
seemed distant. We'd been riding to school for months. Usually, he'd nod to
me when he got in the car, but we rarely spoke.

Today, though, he seemed like he wanted to be a friend. He even stood up
for me a couple of times against Jon. And what was that thing about him
standing in front of me with a hard-on? I wondered if he was really aware
of it. I know Jon and I parade around the bedroom sometimes sporting a
boner. All teenage boys do. So that is what it probably was. Maybe today he
considered me one of the guys. I'm sure his brother and Jon had seen him
bone up many times.

With everything happening, I'd almost forgotten about the webcam- and
Indyboi91. I checked my email to see if he'd written me, but he hadn't. I
looked over at the clock. Mom and Dad wouldn't be home for at least another
hour. Jon would probably be out for the rest of the evening running around
with Connor.

I once again read the directions for downloading the webcam. It seemed
simple. I put the disk in the drive and followed the instructions. It took
about ten minutes before I had it running. I was surprised when I turned it
on and a box appeared with my face in it. I laughed at myself when I
started making faces into the camera as I watched my image on the screen.

I took Jon's license out and held it up to the camera to see how much of a
resemblance there was. There was a big problem. Even though the picture was
taken when he was seventeen, only a year older than me, Jon had matured
much more than me. He had a small mustache and some stubble on his face. I
still didn't have even the slightest trace of facial hair.

Our hair color and eyes were the same. Somehow, though, I had to make
myself look older. But how? I went into my parents' room and got some of my
Mom's mascara out of her medicine cabinet and went to my bathroom. I looked
in the mirror as I lightly applied some to my face, hoping that it would
look like a beard. All it did was make my face appear dirty. After washing
it off, I returned it to her bedroom.

As I was walking out, I noticed my Dad's reading glasses sitting on the
dresser beside his bed. I picked them up, put them on and looked in the
mirror. They seemed to make me appear a few years older. I went back to my
bedroom, sat down at the computer and looked at myself on the small screen.

"This could work." I said to myself.  I thought they made me look more
mature. I still looked like a young boy, but if someone didn't look
closely, I could probably pass for nineteen. I held Jon's license up to my
face. If the person didn't ask me to remove my glasses, then it just might
work.

I looked back at the clock. I figured I may only have about twenty minutes
left to get online and register before my parents returned. I went to the
site and stared at the button that said:

ENTER YOUR PROFILE NAME THEN CLICK HERE TO REGISTER

After entering my name, there was a small box that I had to click to verify
that I was eighteen. I held my breath and clicked the box. There was a
welcoming paragraph, and then I was asked if I wanted to:

REGISTER WITH A CREDIT CARD or REGISTER BY WEBCAM WITH PROPER ID

I clicked on the one that said I'd register with proper ID. A few seconds
later a message appeared:

ELMER FUDD. GO TO THE GENERAL CHAT AREA, TURN ON YOUR WEBCAM AND AN
ADMINISTRATOR WILL VERIFY YOUR ID

I hesitated for a minute. My hands were trembling so much that I could
hardly hold Jon's driver's license. If the administrator noticed my
nervousness, they would not allow me to register.

I took a deep breath, went to the general chat area and turned on my webcam
While I waited, I brushed back my hair and straightened my father's glasses
on my face. I jumped when the screen went blank, then a message in red
letters appeared:

YOU HAVE AGREED TO THE TERMS OF THE WEBSITE. BY DOING SO YOU AFFIRM THAT
YOU ARE EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. PLEASE VERIFY YOUR AGE BY HOLDING
YOUR ID CLOSE TO THE SCREEN NEXT TO YOUR FACE.

I looked up at the camera on the top of my monitor. I covered his name with
my thumb, held Jon's driver's license next to my face and held my
breath. The screen went blank again and then a message appeared:

VERIFICATION ACCEPTED. PLEASE ENJOY THE WEBSITE.

I did it! I was in!

I put Jon's driver's license in my pants and removed the webcam from atop
my computer. I didn't want Jon returning and barging into the room to
witness what I was doing. More importantly, I didn't want him to discover
that I had stolen his ID.

I tiptoed to the bedroom door and opened it. I listened to hear if anyone
had come home. When I was sure I was alone, I sat back down. I then clicked
on the room where I'd first seen Indyboi91. He was not online. There were
forty-two guys in the room, and after a quick scan, none of them peeked my
interest.

I clicked on Indyboi91's profile and I wrote him a quick message:

ElmerFudd: I got registered. When will you be on again?

I sent the message and waited for several minutes to see if perhaps he was
at his computer and would receive it. I quickly exited the site and deleted
my history when I heard Jon's voice downstairs.

A few minutes later he came into the room, followed again by Connor and
Ross.

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