Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 01:26:26 -0800 From: Robert Just Robert Subject: Poindexter Files-Chapter Four Poindexter Files Chapter Four The Answer Luke wished his dad would just get it over with and kill him. He watched in terror as his father reached toward his computer, and for an instant he feared he would smash it to pieces or throw it on the floor. Instead his father moved the mouse pointer and closed the sight. Satisfied that the screen was now devoid of any perverse material he turned to his frightened son. "What are you looking at?" Luke's father ask angrily. Luke didn't know if he was adressing the way he was straring at him or the picutures on the computer. "I...it was an accident. I must have used the wrong search word." Luke said hoping his father was as computer illiterate as he believed him to be. "You don't find fucking gay sights by accident you little faggot. I knew something was wrong with you from the moment you were born. God.....why me?" His father was holding his head and looked about to cry. "I....I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Luke said as tears welled up in his eyes. "Please dad, don't hate me." His father looked at him strangely, then shook his head. "I can't deal with this right now. Not one word to your mother do you hear me?" He said angrily. "I am just going to forget what I saw. I don't care what you do from now on. As far as I'm concerned, I don't even have a son anymore. Go on , be queer...get aids and die for all I care." The man said balling up his fists. Luke wanted his father to hit him at that moment. At least he would be touching him in some way. He had longed for his father's touch and approval for so long, and now all was lost. He felt a sudden rush of anger come over himself and he fought back tears as he spoke. "It's not like you ever knew I was alive anyway. Big deal. I haven't existed for a long time. I don't care anymore. If you don't love me then screw you." Luke couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He had never dreamed of talking to his father that way before. But now it seemed he had nothing to loose. His father raised his fist as if to hit Luke and Luke stared, unflinching waiting for the blow that never came. Instead his father turned and stormed out slamming the door behind him. Luke began to cry uncontrollably and fell to the floor. He rolled up in a ball and let the tears flow freely now. He cried for the love his father had never given him. He cried because his sick desires had ended any chance that he could win that love, and he cried because he felt so desperately alone. He had no one to talk to, no one to love him or comfort him. Luke had never been this upset or cried so hard in his entire life. He cried until his stomach emptied and then his bladder. He lay in his own filth, unthinking, uncaring lost in his own misery. He lay there as the world all around him went on, while his own world ended. ***************************************************** Across town Mark and Don were just finishing dinner. Mark had forgotten how much fun it was to have someone to talk to. And the fact that Don was not only good company but cute to boot, made it all the more pleasant. He listened as Don told him about his mother and his family and he felt the love that they all shared. Even though his family knew he was gay, they treated him no differently. Even his two younger brothers joked about his gay life. Don had it all, a great family, a great personality and he was a real fox. Mark envied him, wishing he had been able to share his feelings with his family, but he supposed he hadn't turned out so bad. He was deep into his thoughts and missed something Don had said and as he came back to reality Don was smiling and looking questiongly. "Sorry, what was that?" Mark said appologetically. "Penny for your thoughts." Don said smiling. "Let's see the cash first mate." Mark said chuckling. "I don't have any cash, but maybe we could work something out." Don said smiling wickedly. "Why Don, are you trying to seduce me?" Mark ask in his best virginal accent. "Maybe." Don said winking. "Wanna go back to your place and see?" "Check!" Mark said loudly, then burst out laughing. Don joined in the laughter as the puzzled waitress brought over the check. She gave them the once over, decided they were gay and thought to herself..."What a waste." The drive back to Mark's house was a very pleasant one. Don sat next to him as they drove along stroking his thigh and and nibbling on his ear. Twice Mark had to shoo him away to avoid stares from passing cars. Mark was still uncomfortable with his sexuality even after all these years. But if he had to get caught with anyone, he decided Don was a good choice. They were no sooner inside when clothes began to hit the floor and by the time they reached Mark's bedroom they fell into the bed naked. Their lips met in a fiery, sensual kiss and broke only because of their need for oxygen. Don pushed Mark down on the bed and began licking and kissing his body from head to toe. Mark had never felt so alive, so turned on. He grunted his approval and Don looked up and smiled before plunging his mouth onto Mark's hard cock. Mark felt like he had been struck by lightening. His body seemed to have a mind of it's own as it thrashed about and rose up pushing more of his engourged tool into Don's greedy mouth. "Oh, gawd. that is absofuckinglutely amazing." Mark gasped. "You are the best cock sucker I have ever met." The words inspired Don to take his art to new heights as he began using his tongue and lips to stimulate Mark's cock. Mark mumbled incoherently and clawed at the sheets. He was panting so hard he was in danger of hyperventilating, but still the feeling grew until he reached the most gut wrenching orgasm of his life. He literally rose off the bed impaling Don's hot wet mouth with his hard cock. Don took the opportunity to run his hands under Mark and held his ass as he finished his oral handiwork. He felt the jets of hot cum splash into his mouth and he tasted it, savoring his lover's taste. "Mmmmmmmmmm." He muttered as a few drops of the tasty load dribbled down his chin. He quickly licked them off and continued to suck the rest of Mark's load from his churning balls. Suddenly Mark fell back exhausted as his cock continued to quiver and throb, but produced no more spunk. Don smiled as he licked the last few drops of tasty cum from his lover's cock and then climbed up to plant his wet cum flavored lips on Mark's. They kissed for sometime as Mark ran his hand down Don's back to his perfect butt. He held each mound and pulled Don against him grinding their hard cocks together. It was Don's turn now and Mark wanted to please him like he had never pleased anyone before. He rolled Don off of him and began kissing and licking his way down to his gorgeous cock. Don was so blond that his pubes were almost invisible. He looked more like a boy than a man, something that really turned Mark on. He licked Don's balls and took them into his mouth. They wern't especially large which further added to his boyish looks, but his cock was a good 7" long. It looked almost out of place on his boyish body and the first time Mark had seen it he had gasped out loud. His own cock was a full inch shorter though thicker and he was amazed to see the monster on someone as small as Don. Mark was versitile in bed, but preferred being a top most of the time. This was not one of those times. He wanted Don inside him in the worst way. He felt like a dog in heat as he fumbled in the drawer for a condom and rolled it on Don's gorgeous cock. He would prefer barebacking, but he was too smart to risk that for him or his partner. He lubed up his own tight hole and fingered it a bit before assuming the position for Don's entry. He lay on his back, legs drawn up and as Don got into position he rested his legs on Don's slight shoulders. Don's face was a mix of love and lust as he gently entered Mark's waiting hole and both moaned deeply as he sunk to the hilt. "Gawwwd...yess...fuck me..baby...oh gawd you are so fucking hot." Mark screeched, glad no one but Don could hear him. "Gawwwd...you are are so tight and hot." Don said as he began slowly fucking Mark's tight ass. Their bodies moved together unleashing pent up sexual energy that they both had kept for so long. They kissed and caressed each other's soft hot flesh and both moved toward that deep sea of orgasm. As Don climbed the hill of bliss and plunged to the sea of pleasure below Mark joined him, covering their stomachs with his sweet wetness. They felt as if they were joined in body and soul as one. Each made the realization seperately and feared the other did not feel the same. But as Don fell down beside Mark they cooed and confessed their feelings until both were assured it was mutual. "God, Don. I think..I'm falling in love with you." Mark confessed. "Not me." Don said as Mark felt his heart sink. "I'm already there. I think I knew when we first met. Then all the time I was away I couldn't stop thinking about you. But, I thought it was too late. A million times I thought about calling you, but something always got in the way. Then when I came back I found the courage to call." "God, I wish you had called me before, but this is great. I want it to be like this forever." Mark said pulling Don into him. "I feel the same way. It's like we were meant to be together." "Then....why not move in with me." Mark said suddenly, then continued before Don could object. " I have this big house and we could be together. You could move in and save a bunch of money on rent. All you have to do is say the word and my house is yours." "God, is that a proposal." Don said cluthching his chest. "Why sir, this is so sudden" He said cracking up. Mark looked sheepishly and his heart beat in his ears as he waited for a reply. "Are you really sure?" Don ask looking into Mark's eyes. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Don, I love you and I want us to be together. Please say yes." "Yes." ****************************************************** It was dark now, and still Luke lay on the floor like a crumpled up piece of paper, his vomit and urine soaked body still convulsing with his sobs. He had lost all connection with his body. His mind floated in a far distant place and the only thing keeping his body alive was it's automatic responses. Around ten his mother came in to kiss him goodnight and found him. She called 911 and held him in her arms as his father looked on coldly. His eyes showed no remorse or concern and it upset his wife in a way that complicated the situation. Her baby was sick, maybe dying, and the man who had fathered him acted as if he did not care. Her tears fell upon her son, mixing with his which had long since ended and were starting to dry. His eyes were fixed and dilated and he had no connection to the events that were unfolding. From far away he heard his mother call his name, but he refused to leave the dark quite place in which he was hiding. Presently the ambulance came and took mother and son to the hospital. Luke's father grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and went in to watch his football game on TV. At 8:30 a.m. Mark awoke and the events of the preceeding night swept over his mind. He smiled and checked to make sure Don was really sleeping peacefully beside him. He kissed the sleeping face of his lover and quietly slipped out of bed to take a much needed pee. He was tempted to go back and snuggle, but insteand opted for coffee and he grabbed the morning paper. Finding nothing of interest in the paper he sipped his coffee and turned on the tv. He flipped through the channels until he came to a local morning show. "The twelve year old boy is in a coma now, and doctors are baffled as to what caused his condition. His mother discovered him on his bedroom floor around ten p.m. last night. He had vomited and soiled himself and was unresponsive. He was taken to St. Joseph's Hospital where he is listed in stable condition. Again, 12 year old Luke Anderson shown here in a recent school picture is in a coma and doctors are skeptical about his condition. More on this story as it becomes available. Now its Larry Wilson with the weather." Mark was suddenly aware that he had spilled his coffee cup as he stared at the picture of Luke on the TV screen. The exact picture that Luke had emailed him. He felt his stomach come up into his mouth and he darted for the sink barely making it in time. As he raised up a soft hand comforted him and guided him to his chair. "What's wrong?" Don ask with concern. Mark found he could not speak. He felt he tears begin to form in his eyes and seeing that Don held him close. "Oh, my god. What is it baby? Is someone sick, what?" "It's a boy. A boy I know. They found him lying on his bedroom floor unconcious. I had just chatted with him yesterday before you called." Mark managed to say holding back the tears. Then he found the strenght to explain how he and Luke had met on line and what Luke had told him about his unhappy life. He left out the personal parts, respecting the boy's privacy. "God, I'm so sorry. Where are they keeping him?" Don ask thoughtfully. "Uhh...St. Joseph I think they said. But, I can't go there. I'm not supposed to even know him. Oh, my god. What if he dies......I.." Mark was openly crying now and Don felt his own tears forming, the pain of watching Mark suffer bringing them on. "Mark, I work there remember. I will find out everything I can. If possible I will get you in to see him or at least get a message to him, if he ....comes out of it." Don said holding Mark's head in his hands. "Don't say that!" Mark said almost angrily. "I'm sorry Babe, I know he will be okay. You gotta keep the faith. I need to go home and change and then I'll make an unscheduled appearance at the hospital. I'll find out what I can and call you later, okay. Why don't you just rest. Take the day off." Don suggested. "Yeah, okay. Call me. I won't go anywhere till I hear from you. God, I am so lucky to have you. I love you baby." Mark said hugging Don tightly and leaning in he kissed his cheek. "I love you too. Now, I'm gonna go. You gonna be okay?" Call my cell if you need me....here is the number." Don said scribbling on a notepad he picked up from the counter behind him. "Okay, bye and thanks, you are so wonderful." Mark said as tears began to fall again. Don spent a few more minutes kissing them away then left leaving Mark to his thoughts. **************************************************** Luke woke up to soft lights and a softer voice. Don had been in the room only a few minutes checking on the boy and nosing in his chart to see what the prognosis was. He hadn't expected Luke to hear him or awaken but his heart lept for joy as the boy's eyes suddenly fluttered open. "Hi, buddy." Don said softly. "You gave everybody a big scare. Are you feeling okay?" Luke tried to speak, but the words would not come. He knew the words but his tongue and mouth refused to voice them. He tried harder this time and became panic striken when he found the words would not come out. He began to cry , but no sounds left his mouth as the tears rolled down his face. Don was confused at first , then recongnized the fear in the boy's face. Something wasn't right. "Can't you speak?" Don ask softly. Luke shook his head as the tears abated somewhat. He liked the young man standing next to him, he felt the kindness and concern in his voice. He felt that he could help him if he could only make him understand. Then he had an idea. He formed his fingers as if holding a pencil and held his palm out as if writing on paper. Don understood immediately and pulled out a pad and pen from his smock pocket. He handed it to Luke and watched as the boy laborously wrote for some time before handing the pad back to him. Can't talk. My mouth won't work. I could talk before. What happened to me? Don read the words written in perfect script and looked back at the boy. He was only a nurse, but he knew that sometimes someone who had been traumatised could loose the ability to speak. Then he suddenly thought of what Mark had told him about his unhappy home life. He hoped the boy hadn't been physcially or mentally abused, but it would explain a lot. "It's okay buddy. Sometimes this stuff happens, probably it will go away on it's own. You are awake now, and looking much better, so let's just see what the doctor says. I'll go get him, okay buddy?" Luke reached for the pad and pen and wrote a few word then handed it back to Don. No. Don't go. I want you to stay with me. Please." Don ususally didn't let his patients get to him, but he had never really had to deal with kids before. Most of his patients were men, and he found them easy to deal with. But, Luke had tugged at his heart and he saw why Mark had become so involved with the boy. He was like a cute puppy, that someone had abandoned on the street. You just had to call him over and pet him. "Tell you what. I'll buzz the nurse from here and she can call the doctor. He may not let me stay though. But, I'll try, okay buddy?" Luke shook his head in afirmation and watched Don as he called the nurse. He liked the way Don talked to him, it reminded him of Mark. Mark called him buddy, or son and it made him feel special. He wished he knew how to let Mark know that he was here and that he was okay. He wondered where his mom was, but gave no thought to his father. He had in his mind lost his father last night and had accepted it as inevitable. He did not morn the losse, for to him the loss had really occured long ago. He had never really had a father to loose. Nothing would change. He would still be the man who ignored him and watched his precious sports. His thoughts were interupted by the doctor and the nurse entering. The doctor was friendly and smiled warmly as he checked Luke. The nurse started to take his vitals, but Luke looked at Don and he persuaded the nurse to allow him. Don was well liked at the hospital and the nurse was glad to oblige. She returned to the nurse's station and left Don and the doctor to attend to Luke. Presently Don gave the vitals to the doctor and he smiled as he spoke to his young patient. "Well, young man. It seems you have made quite a remarkable recovery. How do you feel?" Don explained the problem with Luke's speech and after some furthere examination he told them both that he would need to run a few tests, but that thnings would probably work themselves out in time. The doctor pulled Don aside and ask what his interest was in the case. Don told a small lie and said that he was friend of a friend of the parents. The doctor, bascially a good fellow, accepted the explanation and offered to have Don reassigned to his floor for the time being. Don thanked the doctor and accepted his offer. The doctor left shortly and Don returned to Luke's bedside. "I guess I should explain who I am before I go any further." Don said nervously. He found himself opening up to boy, telling him that he was a good friend of Mark's and that Mark was very worried. Luke felt both joy and sadness at Don's admission. He guessed what "close friend " meant but, wasn't really jealous of Don. Don had been very nice to him. He was sad to think that Mark worried for him, but glad to know he cared. He took the note pad and wrote for sometime then folded it in half and wrote Mark on the backside. He handed it to Don who acknowledged that he would give it to Mark and not read it himself. Luke smiled and feeling suddenly very tired, he yawned and soon was sleeping peacefully. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Mark paced nervously waiting for Don to arrive. He had almost been afraid to answer the phone earlier when Don had called to report on Luke's condition, and even though he was somewhat relieved he still had a good cry after hanging up. He kept asking himself why he had such strong feelings for this boy whom he had never even met in person. He chalked it up to his life long love of boys and his desire to help every boy he came into contact with. Mark met Don at the door and hugged him and giving him a quick but passionate kiss he began thanking him for all he had done. "It's okay babe. I love you and so if you love this boy, then I love him too. I just want to help. Oh, by the way. Luke sent this for you." Don said pulling out the note Luke had written earlier. Mark took the note with trembling hands and opened it slowly. His face showed suddenly anguish as he read it and Mark sensed that something major had happened to the boy. He knew that the mind was a very complex thing and something had caused such an overload in Luke's brain that it had shut down for a brief time. Although phychology wasn't his field, he had had enough training to recognize the symptoms. "Oh, my god." Mark said burying his head in his hands. "The poor kid. His dad found out he is gay. He practically disowned him. The bastard." Mark added angrily. "Oh, shit. How about his mom? She was in just before I left the hospital. She seems nice enough." Don ask. "Well, she is pretty protective of Luke. I'm guessing she hasn't found out yet what caused Luke's collapse. When she does dad may be in for a rough time. I think she probably will whip his ass." Mark said smiling a little. "Well, Luke seems fine for now. Except of couse for the fact that he can't speak. Dr. Essex seems to think it's all in his head. He thinks in time he will come out of it. He was certainly a lot better than when he was admitted last night. Don't get upset, but Dr. Essex said he didn't think Luke would last till morning. He told me it was one time that he was glad he was wrong." Mark digested that bit of information as he re-read Luke's note. "I gotta get in to see him. What are my chances?" "I can't see any problem. The nurses pretty much leave me alone. Right now I'm assigned to Luke's ward and because Luke interacted with me, I've been ask to be his nurse of record when on duty. When do you want to see him?" Don ask thoughtfully. "The sooner the better. How about tomorrow morning?" Mark ask hopefully. Don shrugged and nodded his agreement. They decided that Mark would come around eleven. Don would be working 8-5 tomorrow and that would give him time to prepare Luke for Mark's visit and if necessary, to get Luke's mom out of the room for a while. That done, they settled down to dinner and some TV. They snuggled on the couch and finally moved to the bedroom. They were too tired and emotionally spent to do anything but cuddle, but for both it was heavenly. Their love seemed to be growing by leaps and bounds and they both felt very comfortable with each other. Mark sighed and thought of Luke, his frail form lying in that cold, lonely hospital room and he felt the tears coming. Don sensed his feelings and comforted him, massaging his back until finally Mark fell into a blissfull sleep. Tomorrow he would finally meet the boy that had affected him so deeply. But for now, he slept peacefully with the man he loved. End Chapter Four....next `The meeting' Comments... email me at Kewl_Dad_1@msn.com