Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 14:06:21 -0500
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: It's Not Easy Being a Tree   Chapter 8

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It's Not Easy Being a Tree     Chapter 8


I was awakened Monday morning with Jon rummaging through his dresser
drawers. "Dammit!" He shouted as he pulled out a drawer and looked behind
it. "It has to be here somewhere!"

I rolled over and sat up. "What are you doing?" I knew what was going on,
but I wanted him to believe I was innocent.

"I'm trying to find my goddamned driver's license!" He shouted in
desperation as he threw the drawer on the floor. His underwear flew
everywhere. "I can't understand what happened to it." He then turned and
looked at me.

"You didn't find it, did you?"

"No!" I shouted quickly. "Why would I?"

"Fuck!" He screamed as he removed another drawer. "Coach is going to have
my ass if I miss practice today."

I then recalled Dad telling Jon he was going to take him to the DMV to get
another driver's license after school. I really didn't care

Last year when I turned sixteen, I begged Dad to let me get my learner's
permit. I even told him I'd take a driver's education class after
school. He refused, telling me that I really didn't need to drive because
there were already three drivers in the family. If I needed to go
somewhere, then he, Mom or Jon would take me.

Jon just scoffed at the idea of being my personal chauffeur. Dad usually
made excuses that he was too busy. `Too busy' usually meant a football game
was on ESPN. Mom would try to help, but with Glenn's pee wee football games
and Glenda's ballet classes, it was difficult.

I really didn't need my driver's license. Where would I go anyway? It would
be nice to drive to school so I wouldn't have to ride with Jon, Connor and
Ross. However, with a car come expenses. I get an allowance each week, but
I could never afford a car, insurance and gas.

Jon was lucky. Since he played football, Dad `rewarded' him with those
expenses. "He needs a car because he has to practice after school. I can't
always be there to pick him up." When I reminded Dad that most of Jon's
teammates drove and could bring him home, I was met with a stern look.

What hurt the most was when Dad rebuked my pleading for a driver's license
by commenting, "Besides, why do you need to drive? You never do anything."
I guess going to school everyday, making good grades, staying out of
trouble and trying to be a good son, meant nothing to him.

So, could I give a flip about Jon's missing license which was buried deep
inside one of my black dress shoes that I wear only to church?

Nope.

The drive to school was as usual. Since it was Monday, Jon and Connor spent
most of the ride discussing Jon's lack of sex. Since he had spent the
weekend with Connor, he hadn't been able to see Debbie.

"What about you, Ross?" Jon looked in the rearview mirror. "You score?" I
quickly glanced over at him as his face reddened. I figured when he left
the other night to go to Shelby`s, he was probably going to get laid. As
his face continued to redden, he shrugged his shoulders and looked out the
window. I quickly glanced down at his crotch to see if he had gotten hard.

Connor started laughing. "He did." He looked into the backseat and saw me
looking down at Ross, but he didn`t say anything. He then looked back at
his embarrassed brother and kidded, "When he came in, he headed straight to
the shower." I looked over at Ross. His face was burning a bright red.

"Come on, Connor," he pleaded. "That's enough." He then asked Jon if he'd
had any luck finding his driver's license. I was subjected to another rant
for the next ten minutes.

I met Jeff in the hallway on the way to first period. I almost didn't
recognize him. He was wearing the glasses I'd picked out for him at the
mall on Saturday. He looked...really cute.

"You like them?" He giggled as he adjusted them on his face.

"Yeah," I laughed. "So you talked your mom into buying them?"

"It wasn't all that hard to do," he replied. "She hated the other glasses."
I wanted to tell him that I did too, but I didn't. I kept staring at his
face. He looked like a completely different person with the new ones.

"Uh, Woody," he snickered. "You're staring." He looked around the hall as
if he was afraid someone had noticed

"Sorry," I apologized. "It's just that you look..." I stopped when I
realized I was getting ready to say, "hot."

"Look what?" Jeff gave me a puzzled look.

"Nice," I said quickly. "Yeah, nice." I continued to glance at him as we
walked to class.

Mrs. Chapman passed back our reports at the beginning of first period. As I
suspected, a large read `F' appeared at the top of mine. I knew she was
disappointed in me because when I entered her class she looked up briefly
at me, frowned and then began talking to another student.

After she handed them back, Jeff got my attention and held up his paper. He
had made an `A.' I looked up at the front of the room to see if
Mrs. Chapman was looking around the room. She wasn't, so I flipped Jeff the
finger. He laughed and then flipped me back.

I spent the hour being attentive in her class. If she was like most
teachers, the disappointment would be short-lived. I'd try harder the next
time we had to do a report, and hopefully, all would be forgiven.

When the bell rang, Jeff followed me out of the room. "I take it she didn't
like your report on oak trees." He patted me on my back and started
laughing.

"I'm going to have to talk to her," I replied straight-faced. "I spent the
better part of fifteen minutes googling that report and pasting it
together. It should be worth at least a `D-'"

He bent down and threw his arm around my shoulder as we walked to our next
period. "You're an idiot," he laughed as we continued down the hall.

I didn't see Jeff again until lunch. After going through the cafeteria
line, I joined Kate and Anna at our usual table. Jeff hadn't arrived
yet. Kate smiled when I sat down. She briefly looked over at Anna, and then
gave me that `we share a secret smile.' I smiled back, hoping that no one
was noticing our furtive glances.

I couldn't believe that I'd come out to Kate, and she had sort of come out
to me. I still didn't know if she was a lesbian, bi or straight. She had
said she fantasized about Brandon. Then she dropped the bombshell that she
sometimes thought about Sarah. Her mother had come home before we got a
chance to finish our discussion.

Just as I was going to ask Anna about the biology problem I'd had trouble
with the night before, I noticed Lucas coming out of the cafeteria line. I
knew he ate the same lunch period we did, but I couldn't recall where he
sat.

I watched him as he approached our table. Kate noticed and turned to see
who I was watching. He looked down, smiled and started to walk past us. I
looked up.

"Hi, Lucas." I stood, grabbed his arm and directed him to our table. "Would
you like to join us?"

His eyes quickly darted around the cafeteria before looking at me, Kate and
Anna. "You want me to sit with you?" He seemed surprised that I'd asked him
to join us.

"Well, yeah," I responded. "That is, if you're not eating with anyone."

"Um, well," he stammered as he looked nervously at me. "It's nice of you to
ask, Woody, but..."

I didn't let him finish. I pulled out the chair where Jeff normally
sits. "Come on, Lucas." I looked over at Anna and Kate. "We don't bite."

Kate gave me a puzzled look. She probably couldn't figure out why I was
insisting on a boy we'd never really talked about sitting with us.

He put his tray down, and then sat next to me. I introduced him to Kate and
Anna. I was surprised that none of us really knew him. Since he was in none
of my classes, I assumed he probably shared classes with them. But by their
reaction, they didn't seem to know him either.

Kate gave me a puzzled look, so I figured I should try to explain why I had
invited him to eat with us. "Lucas and I go to the same church," I said. He
looked down at the table and nibbled on an apple. "He sings in the
choir. You should have heard him yesterday morning." I glanced over as his
face reddened.

"What was that song you sang?" He looked shyly at me.

"Seasons of Love," he replied softly. "It's from the play, Rent."

"Yeah," I said excitedly. "Seasons of Love." I looked into his eyes. "You
were really good." He started to respond when Jeff walked up carrying his
lunch tray.

He stood towering over Lucas. "You're in my seat."

Lucas started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "It's okay," I said. I gave
Jeff a pleading look. "I'll pull up a chair for Jeff." I got up, walked
over to an adjacent table and got an empty chair. I placed it on the other
side of me.

Jeff plopped down in the chair and started eating. Occasionally, he'd
glance at me and Lucas. Kate carefully watched the exchange. Anna finally
broke the ice.

"Jeff," she said excitedly. "You got new glasses!"

"Yeah," Kate chimed in. "They look great on you. Where did you get them?"

Jeff glanced over at me. "At the mall Saturday. Woody thought they looked
good on me."

"Woody?" Kate gave me a puzzled look. She then looked back at Jeff and
smiled. "Well, they do look good on you."

The rest of the lunch period was stressful. I was trying to be friendly
when I invited Lucas to join us. However, Jeff's behavior was puzzling, and
Kate's stares were starting to get on my nerves. Lucas seemed nervous. It
was as if he'd rather be anywhere other than with us at the table. And Anna
was... Anna. She acted as if everything was normal.

Lucas left about five minutes before the end of lunch. He made an excuse
that he had to see a teacher before class. He had no sooner left when Jeff
asked, "Who invited him to sit with us?"

I was becoming angry. I couldn't understand why Jeff was so upset. Lucas
was a nice guy. It wasn't like I'd invited my brother to join us. After
all, we'd been attending the same church for four years and we had hardly
said a word to each other. After listening to him sing yesterday morning, I
wanted to get to know him better. I thought he might just fit in with our
little lunch group. Seeing Jeff's reaction, I guess I was wrong.

"Why do you have to be such a dickhead?" I asked Jeff. I was angry for the
way he had treated Lucas.

"Why do I have to be a dickhead?" Jeff pushed back his chair and stood.

"Woody. Jeff." Kate was trying to calm us down. I knew we'd never fight,
but I still didn't want Jeff angry at me. I guess if I understood why he
was angry, I could deal with it better.

"I gotta go." He grabbed his tray and walked away.

Kate and I gave Anna an astonished look when she exclaimed, "Oh, someone is
jealous." She then started giggling to herself. Kate looked over at me and
raised an eyebrow.

I saw Jeff later in the hall between periods. He came up and walked me to
my sixth period class. He didn't say anything about Lucas, so I guess he
had forgotten about it. Before entering class, he grabbed my arm and
stopped me.

"Are you doing anything this weekend?"

"Not really." I replied. I wasn't about to tell him that I never do
anything on the weekends. "Do you want to go to the mall again?"

He hesitated a moment as if he was embarrassed to say anything. Finally, he
spoke. "I thought maybe you might like to come to my house and spend the
weekend."

I didn't know to respond. I liked Jeff and we had a lot of fun at school,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the weekend with him. One, I was
becoming attracted to him. And two, I was gay. I had almost outed myself to
him on Saturday when I called him cute. Fortunately, he laughed it off. Any
other guy might have been insulted.

But going home with him could be dangerous. What if he only had one bed and
he asked me to share it with him? What if my teenage hormones took over and
I did something I'd later regret?

I looked into his expectant face as he awaited an answer. "Um, let me think
about it, okay?"

His smile left, replaced by a frown. "What's to think about?" His voice had
a tone of irritation. "You either want to or you don't."

"I didn't say I didn't want to," I responded. "I just said let me think
about it."

He looked down and gave me a disgusted look. "Never mind, Woody." He
started to walk away. "It was just a stupid idea anyway." I watched as his
shoulders dropped and he trudged down the hall to his class.

Kate was waiting for me when I left school. She smiled as she walked up and
took my arm. "Want me to wait with you until your dad gets here."

"He won't be picking me up," I informed her. "He has to take Jon
somewhere."

"So you're walking home?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess."

Kate wrapped her arm tighter around mine and led me away. "Where are we
going?"

"To my house," she replied. "Mom will take you home when she gets in."

As we walked toward her house, she began to talk about what happened at
lunch. "I think Jeff has a crush on you."

I stopped and faced her. "What?"

"He does," she remarked as we continued down the sidewalk. "He got really
upset when you invited Lucas to join us for lunch." She began to
giggle. "For a minute I thought Jeff was going to claw the poor boy's eyes
out."

"He did get upset," I said. I'd been thinking about Jeff's reaction to
Lucas all afternoon. I too wondered why he acted so strangely. It was hard
for me to believe he'd actually like me After all, I was me. Not too much
to like.

"He wants me to spend the weekend with him," I informed Kate.

"Like stay the night and sleep with him?" I started laughing at the
astonished look on Kate's face.

"No," I insisted. "I'm not going to sleep with him." I furrowed my
brow. "At least I don't think so. He didn't tell me."

"See," exclaimed Kate. "I knew he liked you. I told you that the other
day." She looked over and raised her eyebrows. "So, what are you going to
do?"

"I told him I'd think about it," I replied.

"Not that," giggled Kate. "I mean, you know, sex-wise?"

I pried Kate's arm from mine and stopped. "There is no sex-wise," I
insisted emphatically. "Jeff's....Jeff. I've never thought about him like
that."

"Liar," she giggled. "I bet you've jerked off thinking about it." My face
started to brighten. "See, I told you!"

I walked away quickly, but she caught up and took my arm again. "So what
about Lucas?"

"What about Lucas?" I sighed.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Sure I like him," I replied. "He's a nice guy."

She stopped me once again. "No."  She wiggled her eyebrows. "You like him,
like him."

I didn't know how to answer that question. I'd been admiring him for a
couple of years. At the time he seemed almost unapproachable. But after
Sunday's service, it seemed like we could become friends.

I frowned. "It's not like you think," I insisted.

"Sure, Woody," she giggled. I looked up and realized we had reached her
house. When we entered, her little brother was running though the house
chasing a friend. Kate hollered at them to go outside. He stopped and stuck
his tongue out as they left.

"He's such a brat," Kate remarked as I followed her into the kitchen. She
grabbed a couple of cookies and two Cokes out of the refrigerator. We then
sat down at the kitchen table.

"Now let me get this straight," she said as she looked over at me. She then
started giggling. "I guess straight isn't the right word." I rolled my eyes
at her.

"Last week you tell me that you're gay."

"I didn't tell you I was gay," I reminded her. "You drug it out of me."

"Whatever," she replied. "Anyway, I drag it out of you that you are
gay. You tell me that you've never had any experience with boys. Now in one
week, Jeff likes you and wants you to spend the weekend so you can have
sex."

"We're not going to have sex!" I shouted.

"Whatever." She held her hand to my face. I wanted to slap it, but I
didn't. "So," she goes on. "Jeff likes you, but you like Lucas."

"I don't like Lucas!" I shouted again as I rolled my eyes.

"That's right." I saw a glimmer in her eyes. "You like some guy on the
internet who you've never met." I just shook my head.

I didn't want to admit it, but Kate was right. It did appear Jeff liked me,
but I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. I wasn't opposed to the idea
of having sex with him if he wanted to try something. If I did sleep over
at his house Saturday, I might jerk off with him if he suggested it. After
all, we are teen boys. It's probably something a lot of guys do together. I
just don't know if I'm ready yet to do more.

And I do like Lucas. However, I don't know if he's gay or not. His dad is a
preacher. He probably thinks that he'll go to hell just thinking about
sex. But he is cute.

And then there's Indyboi91. I get hard just thinking about him. When I saw
him naked on the screen, I wanted to jump through it and do things to him
I'd only fantasized about. He doesn't even seem real, though. He's only an
image on my computer screen. However, with Indyboi91, I can actually talk
to him.

But I'm me, Woody. Skinny, short, scrawny Woody. Jeff, Lucas and Indyboi91
are all cute. Well, I'm assuming Indyboi91 is cute. I've never seen his
face, but with a body like his, there is no way he could possibly be ugly.

And I'm still me. The scrawny tree.

"Have you met him yet?" Kate asked.

"Who?"

"The internet guy, Silly."

"Oh, Indy..." I stopped myself before I let his name slip.

"Indy?" She asked. "Is that his name?"

"Naw," I replied. "I don't know his name."

"What do you know about him?"

I wanted to say that he had the hottest body I've ever seen on a guy. And
he has enormous cock that I'd love to kneel down in front of and
worship. But how could I tell her that?

"Not much," I responded instead. "We've just started chatting."

"Well, be careful."

"I will," I assured her. We sat around after that and chatted about nothing
in particular. That was one of the things I like best about Kate. She was
comfortable to be around. She knew how far to push, and then she'd pull
back. Another thing about Kate, though. She had a memory like an
elephant. I knew she'd eventually get around to asking me more.

On the way home, Mrs. Combs started asking me a lot of questions. Many were
personal, like what kind of grades I make in school and what my interests
are. Kate kept asking her to stop, but she would somehow manage to get me
to divulge something more about myself.

About halfway home it dawned on me what she was doing. She was interviewing
me as a potential boyfriend for her daughter. Twice she had come home and
we were alone in the house. She probably even thought we might be making
out. I looked over at Kate and giggled to myself.

Dad was home when Kate's mother dropped me off. Jon's car was gone, so he
must have gotten a new license. As soon as I walked in, Mom informed me
that dinner would be ready in a half hour.

I headed up to my room and turned on my computer. I was anxious to see if
Indyboi91 was online. I was disappointed when he wasn't. I went into the
chat room to see who was there. I recognized several of the names. It
seemed like the same guys were there every day. I guess they were a lot
like me; they didn't have anything else to do.

I opened the cam of some guy who said he was twenty-two. He looked more
like he was in his forties. I watched him for several minutes as he tried
to get his cock hard. I was tempted to write and tell him to get some
Viagra, but I didn't.

Suddenly, I saw my name being mentioned. It was Bidad36.

Bidad36: u there Elmer

I was becoming more comfortable being in the room, so I didn't get nervous
as I typed a reply.

ElmerFudd: yah i'm here

Bidad36: i'm stroking a hard one here
                cum watch me

I opened his cam, and sure enough, he was holding his hard cock toward the
cam and slowly stroking it. I could feel myself begin to harden. I reached
into my shorts and rubbed it.

Bidad36: u like what u see elmer

ElmerFudd: yah u have a nice one

Bidad36: want to suck it

I hesitated a moment. I looked at his hard cock as I rubbed mine. It was
tempting, but he was old, like he was in his thirties. I couldn't imagine
sucking on a guy's dick who was just a few years younger than my father. I
was saved from giving him an answer when several other guys volunteered to
give him a blow job.

I was getting ready to get off when I noticed Indyboi91 come online. I
waited anxiously for a few minutes until he opened his cam. I clicked on
his name and his image appeared. He was sitting in his chair in a pair of
boxers. Several guys were encouraging him to remove them. Suddenly, I saw
my name again.

Indyboi91: hey elmer

Like it always does when he talks to me, my heart started pounding.

ElmerFudd: hey indy

Indyboi91: watcha doin

It was difficult for me to read what was being said since so many guys were
trying to chat at once.

Indyboi91: elmer u there

ElmerFudd: yah i'm here

Indyboi91: someone wants to talk to u

My mouth opened wide as he opened the slit in his boxers and snaked out a
hard cock. I wanted to reach through the screen and hold it. He started
bouncing it in his palm.

Indyboi91: he says hi elmer

Again, the chat started scrolling quickly. Numerous men were telling him to
remove his underwear and show them his hot body. Even Bidad36 had forgotten
about me and was trying to get Indyboi91 to chat to him. He lifted his
body, removed his boxers and started stroking his hard cock. I pulled my
shorts down and started masturbating quickly.

Indyboi91: elmer?

ElmerFudd: yah?

Indyboi91: are u jerking

ElmerFudd: yah

Indyboi91: can i see

Panic seized me. I wanted to turn on my cam, but I was too afraid. There
were forty-nine guys now in the chat room. I would be visible to all of
them. However, I was also afraid that if I told Indyboi91 no, he might not
want to talk to me again.

Indyboi91: well??????

ElmerFudd: hold on

I reached into the drawer with a shaky hand, pulled out my webcam and
prayed silently that I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life.

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