Date: Wed, 24 May 2000 21:17:22 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Luke's Secret Art Chapter 3 -------- Luke's Secret Art Chapter 3 5/22/00 ------------ Written by: Justin Case ------------ Disclaimer: This story is written about young gay love. The people in this story will be having sex, and I will graphically describe it to you. Now, if this is illegal where you are, or if you are offended by natural acts of sex, leave now. The story is fiction; the places, while having "real" names, live only in the author's mind. The writer also created the people and events. Any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence. ------------ Words from our author: HELLO, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?? I am trying to type hunt-and-peck. I must really love you guys and gals. I can't begin to express my gratitude for the hundreds of letters I have received wishing me a speedy recovery. I really need to thank my editor for helping me through this trial. I expect to have these seven stainless steel pins (size of screw drivers) in my left forearm and wrist four more weeks. I am bionic. Thank God for pain medication. I had a four-inch rod implanted last Tuesday. The pins go through my skin into the rod, and three cables attach to them, placing tension on the bone to correct it. You can imagine how this feels. I have to sleep sitting up, what a bitch. Thank God for tranquilizers. I stopped the pain meds over the weekend, now it's just antibiotics to prevent infection and the tranquilizers to sleep with. I am so very thankful it was just my arm. When I think of what could have happened to me, I shudder. Sorry about the cliche, but I have thought about where I could be and am glad I am where I need to be. Love to all of you, and a thousand and one thanks for your letters. If you want to contact me, the address is still the same, Justin69SK@aol.com ------------ I woke the next morning; I could hear my dad's voice booming off the master bedroom walls. Dad's voice was deep and, when he would raise it, it kind of reverberated off the surroundings. He raises his voice often; he is a very intense person. Probably why he's such a good lawyer, he becomes passionate and expresses his feelings well. I remember wondering what the latest dilemma in his life was. My father's name is William Morrison Luke Rogers; people call him Mr. Rogers. Family members are allowed to call him Bill. He stands six feet even. He has jet-black hair, with a little gray near his temples. He has brown eyes; I got my eyes and nose from him. He has a commanding presence, as he usually overshadows all in the room with him. I can hear those long legs and heavy steps of his pacing while he is lecturing. I quickly arose and went down to the kitchen. Helga would have gone to the market hours ago. I had hoped she left me a snack; it was nearing nine o'clock and I was hungry. Yep, there on the counter was a plate covered in plastic wrap. Next to the dish was a short note that read: "Mr. Luke, I hope you had a nice time last night. I fixed you a little something. You know you need a good diet to be big like your father. Mr. Travis called at about 7:30 this morning. I told him to try you at 10:00. I know how you like to sleep. Helga" I munched down my snack and filled a glass with some milk. I just wanted to get back to my bedroom, especially before my dad came down. He was in one of his moods this morning. Then, I remembered Mom telling me last night about his deposition. I really do love my dad, I just didn't feel like being graced with his ominous personality this morning. I was too excited about Travis, and feared Dad would pump me for information. My appetite satisfied, I went up the back stairs to my bedroom. I wanted to shower and dress. It was already 9:15, and Travis was due to call shortly. I decided to take the portable phone to the bathroom. Well, I didn't want to miss his call. "Shit." I remembered. "Do those fucking skates fit me anymore?" I mumbled to myself, as I felt the cool spray of water drench my ninety-five pound frame. I hoped so, I wanted to be with Travis, I wanted to be liked by him so much. I didn't want anything to go wrong. I felt the stream of water cleanse my body as I rinsed off the soap. I began shampooing my hair, my beautiful brown hair. It was so thick and wavy. I like to grab the back of my hair and pull it into a small ponytail while I shower. I lathered up the shampoo and gently massaged it through my scalp. When I felt satisfied that I had thoroughly washed my locks, I rinsed the suds away. Then I used the conditioner; I had to make my hair soft and manageable. Actually it made it so much easier to comb, I always used conditioner. Feeling clean, I turned the water off, stepped from the shower, and grabbed for my towel. I admired myself in the mirror mounted over the two sinks across from the shower. Hey, even though I was only five foot two and weighed a mere ninety-five pounds, I thought I looked all right. At least my body did. I focused my attention on my midsection; I loved looking at my cock. It looked so big in the mirror, much bigger than when I looked down on it. There it was, my nicely shaped circumcised manhood, all three inches long while soft, and thick too. I was really beginning to develop down there, I had hair only on the sides of my dick. It had started to come in over the summer. I guess I was a little slow in developing. My prick swells to five and a half inches (like my mom, never forget the half-inch) when erect. My balls are huge, at least they have dropped quite a bit on my little body. They are the size of walnuts, and my sac is hairless. I still don't have any hair on my thighs, but my calves are starting to sprout some fine soft brown hairs. I like to check my pits out, too; they have little fuzzy patches of brown hair, sparsely growing in. I thought about Travis and wondered what he looked like. God, I'd like to see him naked. I dried myself off and did my hair. I watched myself in the mirror as I combed and played with my curls. I kind of remind myself of Caesar when my hair is wet. I want to look just so when I go with Travis. I begin to think and worry about what to wear. I don't want to embarrass myself; I have to dress appropriately. Bostonians are so fucking style conscious. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for my bedroom. I walked down the hall and looked on the wall where my two portraits of the young children I had painted had hung; they were no longer on display. I guess Helga decided to update the look. There were some family photos in their place. I walked into my bedroom and went straight for my closet. "What to wear?" I asked myself. "What to wear?" I threw on a pair of my Hanes briefs and checked myself in my bedroom wall mirror. Man, did I fill out the front of those tightie whities. I decided on my black and gold Bobby Orr jersey, with my black Nike swishies. I'd top my head off with my black Bruins hat on backwards. "Yeah." I thought that, with my black Bauer skates, I'll look phatt. I only hoped the skates still fit. Just as I was putting on my skating attire, the phone rang. My heart jumped. I looked at the clock, it was exactly 10:00 AM. "He is punctual," I said to myself as I reached for my bedroom phone. "Hello," I answered, hoping it was Travis. "Hey, is that you?" Travis asked. "Yep, it's me. I'm just about ready to go, I just realized we never set a time," I said to him, thinking 'how brash'. After all, he may have had a change of heart. "Great, I'm so excited about hanging with you, dude. I really am looking forward to skating, I thought we'd go for a while to a private place I know. Afterwards, I'd like to have a late lunch with you, my treat. What do you think?" Travis was speaking as fast as he could. "I think it's cool. I really appreciate you asking me," I replied. I followed with, "What time do you think we'll be getting home?" "Oh yeah, I was wondering, are you good for the night? I mean this place is a few hours away, it's my grandparents' cottage. It's actually in Sturbridge, is that a problem?" Travis asked nervously. "Well, I just said we were going skating, I'll have to ask to spend the night. You don't have to work tomorrow?" I asked, thinking of the possibilities, him and me all alone for the night. I would lie like a rug to get to go. "Nope, I called in, told them my Granny was sick and needed care," Travis snickered into the phone. "You are bad, but I'm cool with it. I'll tell my mom I'm spending the night at your house," I said to him, thinking he wanted to be alone with me as much as I wanted to be with him. I wondered if he was, you know, like me. I was so scared to let anyone know my secret. I often think others must be as afraid as I am, and we all put on acts. "Oh, Luke, you're going to have such a good time, I promise. Bring your paints, we'll do some painting tonight at sunset. Wait 'til you see this place, it is God's country for sure. I'll pick you up in twenty-one minutes," Travis chuckled, and clicked off. There was that punctuality, you had to admire him. He was so cute, too. "OK, relax," I told myself as I plotted my overnight trip permission in my head. I grabbed my back pack, threw some more clothes together, went to the bathroom, got my toothbrush, shampoo, and deodorant. Next, I would have to talk with Mom. I had to be calculating; this had to work. I had less than twelve minutes. I walked down the hall to my parents' bedroom door. I stood outside the door, listening for voices. I didn't hear a thing. I hoped Dad had left. I bravely knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Mom asked. "It's me, Luke," I said though the door. "May I come in?" "Why certainly, Luke," my mother acknowledged. I walked into the master bedroom, more like master suite, or should I say chamber? You could hear your footsteps echo off the walls and the room was always dimly lit, as the shades were constantly drawn. My parents both liked the room dark, I never knew why. I often surmised it was because they didn't like to face reality and see each other as they truly existed. But, what the hell did I know? I'm just over fifteen, I don't know much. I do know they both had their own methods of escape, Mom and Danielle Steele, Dad and his practice. "Morning, sweetie. Did you have a nice time with Mr. Jensen?" Mom inquired, as she looked up at me from her place in the window seat. She had the shades half open to that one widow only, it didnt bring in much light, and was watching the morning sun come over our back yard. The only other light in the room was the desk lamp. "Yeah, we had a great time. His parents wanted to know if I could go over there this evening; they're having a small get together. Mrs. Jensen told me to send you her regards. Travis and I were going to go skating this morning, if that's OK. Then, I thought I'd like to do the rest of my Christmas shopping. We'd probably be home sometime tomorrow afternoon," I lied, I thought rather well. I never lifted my brown eyes from the floor. "Well, your father has a long day today; I imagine he'll be late again. I think you should enjoy your holiday break; after all, you do need to get out more. Look at you, so pale, you need some fresh air. Have a nice time with the Jensens, don't embarrass yourself. Give my best to all of them." She smiled at me. I walked across the hardwood floors of the room, bent slightly, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom, I love you so much," I said, as a tear of guilt formed in my eye. I turned and walked briskly out of the room, closing the door behind me. I heard the doorbell ring. I checked my watch; God, was he prompt! I opened the door, clad in my black and gold outfit, all teeth showing on my face. There he was, standing on the stoop. There was a crispness in the air from the outdoors that burst into the foyer as I stood there, looking fondly at Travis. The sunlight gleamed off his blonde hair. His green eyes looked like they were actually sparkling. I looked him over, I loved those lips of his, and he was such a beautiful guy. He was wearing a green Addidas warm-up suit; it really accentuated his eyes. He smiled back at me, he has such perfect teeth. "Good morning, sunshine. We cool?" he said to me, as he reached for my hand and shook it. His hand was so tender to touch, so soft and warm. "Yep, we're out. Let me get my backpack, I'll be right back," I said, as I felt my excitement level rise and my cock stir in my briefs. Man, did Travis turn my libido up a notch or two! "Don't forget your paints," he called after me. I charged up the stairs to my room, grabbed my stuff, and was back down the stairs in about a minute flat. "Let's bounce, boy," I exclaimed as I opened the door for him and we exited. He had parked his baby blue Acura right in front if the brownstone. Our chariot waited. I was walking on air, I was so fucking happy to be with him, I couldn't stop smiling. "What you smiling at?" Travis quipped, as we got into his car. "You, Buddy, you," was all I said. "Wow, that's sooo cool, I like you too," he said as we settled in our seats. "Check out the CD's, put in whatever you like." He reached into the back seat and pulled up his CD container and handed it to me. I opened his collection and pulled out Bare Naked Ladies. I like their older stuff. I popped the disc into the player as the car lurched forward. We were off, two young souls who had just discovered our friendship for each other. I watched him as he drove the car, I couldn't take my eyes off him. "What?" Travis asked. "Is my breakfast hanging off my chin or something?" he asked, while he glanced at his reflection in the rear view mirror. "No, you nut. I was just thinking, that's all," I said, as I chuckled at his insecurities. "Really? What you thinking about?" he wondered out loud. "Notta, just thinking," I said. I couldn't even begin to express what I really felt. "That's cool, I hope it's only good thoughts. I am so happy you could come with me. I have wanted to be your friend so long. I didn't ever think you would give me the time of day. I really hope we can be best friends someday," Travis nervously said, as we got on the Mass Pike entrance ramp. "Really? Why would you think that?" I asked him. "I don't know, it's just that you go to Sacred Heart. Most of the boys from THE catholic school seem so, well, you know, into themselves," Travis said to me, watching for my reaction. "I know exactly what you mean, that's why I don't hang with any of them. I hate phonies, actually I think I hate most people," I explained to him. "I'm glad you found me, I needed a friend. I hope we become buds too," I finished, smiling at him. "Damn, Luke. You're so real, so goddamn much like a breath of fresh air in this stale world of ours. I'm glad you're with me today, we are gonna have such an awesome time. I can't wait to show you this place," he said, in his mile-a-minute way. I looked out the window of our speeding vehicle, I saw the freshly dropped snow glistening in the sun, I noticed the ice hanging from the ledge outcrops along the sides of the Pike, as we made our journey westward. I guess we artists have our own view of the world around us, we seem to notice the finest of details. I turned my head back to Travis and said, "I don't know what to say. I mean, dude, you seem so sensitive." "I guess I am. I just have a hard time trying to be something I'm not," Travis said, as he patted my left thigh with that soft fleshy right hand of his. I noticed how delicate that his fingers appeared as they touched upon my swishies, I could feel my cock grow in my tightie whities. I hoped he didn't notice my boner popping up; I just couldn't seem to control when the damn thing rose lately. It seemed like I was always hard at the most inopportune times, especially in school. It seemed to come up just before the bell rang to dismiss us; I would carry my book bag in front of me to hide my bulge. That's why I prefer to wear briefs, they keep my bone disguised better. We rode in silence, taking in the sights as we made our way to Sturbridge. I had turned the CD player down, and the only sounds we heard were the wind racing past us. I felt the warmth of he sun on my body as it came into the automobile. I felt so alive, so incredibly alive. ------------ Well, boys and girls, that's it for now. I hope you're enjoying this tale. I missed Luke and Travis as much as you did. I even ordered a point and speak deal from AOL, only to find out after it arrived, I needed at least 40 megabytes of space. Bastards, never tell you that when they flash you their advertisements. So, Sunday, I dragged Tony out to buy a new computer. I installed the Dragon software, spent almost an hour doing that. I mean they have you read into the files, to make it "work", for thirty minutes. Guess what? It's shit, pure shit. Man I hate AO-fucking-L. I like my new computer, though. I think I'll keep that. Love to you all. Thanks, Ed.