Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 16:37:13 -0800 From: Robert Just Robert Subject: Poindexter Files-Chapter Seven Poindexter Files Chapter Seven In the days and weeks that followed Luke's release from the hospital, he began to heal not only physically but emotionally. His mother began to heal also, her new job with Mark turned out to be just what she needed. She found she had a purpose once more, and became very adept at her job. Soon she was running Mark's small business effeciently, and he was delighted that he could devote his time to the creative end of the business. He landed a huge internet contract thanks to Luke's mom and he rewarded her with a sizeable bonus. With her bonus and the hefty raise that he added, she was able to move her and Luke to an apartment of their own. She was torn between remaining with her parents and moving out, but deep inside she knew moving was the best way to regain here independence. Mark saw Luke almost every day, and their freindship grew. Mark and Don helped them move into their new aprartment and became frequent guests. Luke's mom was not bothered by their sexual orinetation, nor did they flaunt their lifestyle. She accepted them as two, kind and loving individuals who had helped her and her son in their darkest hour. She accepted Luke as well, for what he was and what he might become. She knew he was too young to make some decisions, but she never worried that Mark or Don would take advantage of his innocence. In fact she was glad that he had role models like them. If he was gay, she was glad that he had Mark and Don to show him how important being a good person was, no matter what lifestyle you chose. They were like a family now, she thought of them almost as brothers. Luke had even taken to calling them uncle Mark and uncle Don, although mostly around his grandparents. They never admitted that they suspected Mark and Don were a couple, but it was supposed that they knew and accepted it. There were no stereotypical individuals in this mixed family, but to most they seemed as normal as any family can be. It was summer now, and Luke looked forward to his time off from school. He wanted to make this the best summer of his life and Mark agreed to help. Mark loved camping and he and Don had gone several times in the spring. Luke, on the other hand, had never seen the attraction in sleeping in a tent and roughing it. Because his world had changed so much his perceptions were changing . He wanted to experience new things, and so he convinced Mark and Don to include him on their next camping trip. Mark took it in stride, but Don was a little miffed, not wanting to give up their private time. Don was a real horn dog in the woods and he loved doing it in a natural setting. He voiced his disapproval to Mark, but Mark quickly convinced him that he could last one trip without sexing. He was mildly amused at Don's reaction, but realized that he too would miss the loving that nature always inspired. So with everything packed they piled into Mark's recently purchased Durango and headed off for a weekend of fun and Mother Nature. Luke was bubbling over with excitement. Mark watched the boy, thinking about how shy and unsure he was when they first met. He had grown not only physically in the past few months, but also emotionally. He was more outgowing and confident now. He was no longer ashamed of his sexuality, though as of yet he had no practical experience in that area. He just knew he didn't think of girls in a sexual way, but guys on the other hand made him tingly inside. He thought of Mark and Luke as sexy, though he didn't know exactly what all that meant yet. He was anxious to learn, but there was plently of time. He was busy enjoying just being a boy for once. Luke's dad had moved out of state shortly after the divorce and Luke had not seen him for sometime. Their last visit was an uncomfortable, pointless exchange of formality and Luke was relieved when it was over. Sometimes he felt sad that his father couldn't accept him, but Mark and Don more than made up for it. He tried not to think too much about it. He was happy now, and that was all that mattered. Don sat quietly in the back seat watching Mark and Luke interact. He told himself that he wasn't jealous of the boy, but he felt suddenly lonely . He tried to shake off the feeling and enjoy the ride, but the feeling just wouldn't go peacefully. He stared out the window and tried to think of other things. "Hey, Don." Don was suddenly jerked back by Luke's voice. "Yeah." He snapped. "Can I come back there and ride with you for while?" Luke ask in his best little boy voice. Don chuckled to himself, the little elf sure knows how to get in your heart. "Sure climb back, but make it quick and buckle up fast. Luke climbed between the seats and piled down next to Don. Don pulled the seatbelt around him and buckled it quickly. "Thanks." Luke said sweetly. The rest of the trip was spent in pleasant conversation between Don and Luke. Mark concentrated on the road and was content that his two favorite people were bonding nicely. He knew if anyone could get Don over the disappointment of them not being alone, it was the very person who was causing the disappointment. Luke would have him over the disappointment and glad he was tagging along before they hit camp. Mark looked in the rearview mirror and saw the two engaged in an antimated discussion over some video game. Mark chuckled and drove on, he began whistling merrily and the miles melted away. Around three o'clock they reached the campgrounds and checked in at the ranger's station. A short time later they were unpacking in their favorite spot. Luke was so excited as he helped set up the tent and unpack the truck. He ask a thousand questions and between Mark and Don they managed to answer them all. They would eat at a restaurant tonight. There was a small town just up the hill and about 5 miles down the road. But, tomorrow night they would cook out, and Luke looked forward to that with great excitement. "Can we have a campfire and roast marshmallows and tell ghost stories just like in the movies?" Luke rattled excitedly. "Sure, the whole nine yards." Mark said chuckling. "If you think you can handle it." Luke stuck his tongue out at Mark and looked at Don. "Don, wanna go down by the river with me. I never seen a river up close." "Sure, wanna come Mark?" Don ask slipping an arm around Luke. "Nah, you two go on. I'm just gonna sit up here and sun for a bit. I'm kinda tired." Mark said opening a lawn chair and plopping down in it. "K, see ya later." Don said pushing Luke along. Mark sat in the warm afternoon sun and soon was dozing off. Don and Luke had taken off their shoes and were wading in the shallow water of one of the many pools the river left behind. Luke suddenly yelped and jumped up, moving quickly to Don's side. "What?" Don ask curiously. "Something touched my foot." Luke said, fear filling his eyes. Luke laughed. "Probably a fish, they get trapped in the pools when the river goes down. Last time we were here I pulled one out that was a foot long. I tossed him back in the river." Luke's fear had turned to curiousity and he was peering into the murky water looking for some sign of what had touched his foot. He spotted a fin break water and pointed excitedly. "It's a big one." Don laughed. "Thanks. Oh, you mean the fish." He chuckled. Luke caught the implied joke and giggled. "No, silly...the fish. Look, look, right there." A massive carp broke water not three feet from where Luke stood and when he saw the size of the fish he yelped and jumped behind Don. Don laughed out loud. "It won't hurt you silly boy. Carp are freindly fish. They are sorta like giant ugly goldfish." He said smiling. Let's see if we can catch him and put him back in the river where he belongs. Don and Mark both were non aggressive when it came to all living creatures. They didn't fish or hunt, or trap. They enjoyed the beauty of nature and respected all it's inhabitants. They chased the fish for sometime, both getting quite wet and muddy before finally giving up. But, just as they were about to walk away defeated, the carp as if to say:"Come back I was just playing", swam up to Luke and remained perfectly still. Luke quickly reached down and picked up the fish. He was surprised at how heavy it was and Don saw the wonder in his eyes. He had never really thought about it before, but it was kind of nice seeing things through a boy's eyes for a change. Everything was new and magical to Luke and his wonderment rubbed off on those close by. They were smiling and talking to the fish as they carried him to the main body of water. Luke was relcutant to let the fish go at first, but when Don explained that he needed water to survive, to breath, Luke placed the fish down gently and watched as it swam off. "That was so cool. Thanks Don." Luke said grinning. "I can hardly wait to tell Mark." Mark woke to see the two approaching, he noted their wet muddy clothes and wondered what they had been up to. "What happened to you two, did you fall in?" He chuckled. Luke related excitedly the fish story, Don adding bits and pieces as the story went on. Mark noticed that Don was almost as excited as the boy, and smiled knowing how contagious the innocent view of a boy could be to someone in tune with it. "Well, you two better go take a shower and get dressed for dinner, I feel a barbecue coming on tonight." Mark suggested. The camp grounds had bathrooms with large communal showers and grabbing towels and a change of clothes Don led Luke to the block building. Luke was nervous at first, he didn't want Don to see him naked. Don was sensitive to his shyness and told him he would take his shower first then dress while Luke took his. Luke agreed with relief. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his body, or that he felt odd about Don seeing him. He was afraid of becoming erect, a problem that popped up often since he had entered puberty. He couldn't understand why his dick decided at the most embarassing moments to pop its little head up. Even thinking about it made Luke uneasy. He knew all the scientific reasons, and the medical explanations, but still he just hated not having any control over this part of his body. His dick had started to stiffen even as he thought about how embarassing an erection would be. He wished he could skip the shower, but his personal hygiene dictated that he go through with it. He hated being dirty, and for that reason he had always thought camping was the one thing he would never try. But today he had had fun. He had caught a fish and got wet and muddy and he had still had fun. He smiled to himself, maybe camping was cool after all. His thoughts were interrupted by Don's return. His hair was wet and he had his bath towel wrapped around his middle. Luke tried not to stare, but he was fixated on Don's smooth muscled form. He felt his dick plump to it's hardest fullness and squirmed to relieve the pressure against his wet underwear. He traced every line of Don's muscular form from his soft caring eyes to his feet, which were small for a man. Don noticed the boy staring and blushed. Luke realized he had been caught looking and stammered out an explanation. "I...never saw..you...well...you know. You are pretty." He said then slapped himself for saying pretty when he meant handsome. Don smiled and tried not to laugh. He wanted the boy to know he was flattered and not upset, but he didn't want to lead him on. "Thanks, I try to keep in shape." "I...better go take my shower." Luke stammered. Don noticed the problem pushing at his wet shorts and tried to ignore it. The boy had wood from looking at him, how strange was that? Not strange at all he decided. He remembered when he had first figured out he liked guys, not girls. He was close to Luke's age, maybe younger and he remembered buying a muscle magazine once and staring at all the hot guys and jerking off. He kept that book under his mattress until he was 16. By that time he had experienced sex first hand and the book paled in comparison to the cute guys he practiced his newly discovered sex with. He smiled as he thought back and hoped Luke would have happy memories of his awakening as well. He watched Luke walk toward the showers and unconciously looked a his cute little butt outlined in his wet shorts. He was shocked that it excited him, and tried to think of something else. He was just a kid, for heaven's sake, a cute one with a cute butt, he added, but still just a kid. He knew Mark liked boys, but he also knew Mark would never take advantage of one, and knew Luke was safe from Mark's wandering hands. But, on the other hand......if Luke wanted it....he dismissed the idea and began drying off. He was dressed and ready to go when Luke emerged looking clean and refreshed. He noticed his erection had gone down, or at least was kept at bay by the towel he wore around his cute waist. "My god...did I just think his wasite was cute?" Don ask himself looking at Luke as if seeing him for the first time. The boy was undeniably cute, not in that supeficial Aaron Carter sort of way, but still perfect as most boys were. He had never fancied boys, but he could see what the fuss was all about. They were soft , cute and fun to be around. His thoughts were interrupted by Luke's soft voice, he sounded a little embarassed. "Uh..you can go back now, if you want. I'll get dressed and be there in a minute." "Oh, sure. See ya back there." Don said snapping out of his trance. He left quickly and Luke wasted no time dressing. Don walked slowly back to the campsite and met Mark's questioning stare. "Luke will be back in a moment, I think he sprung wood and didn't want me to see it." Don joked. "Probably the other way around." Mark laughed. "Who's daddy's little horn dog?" He quipped. "Shut up!" Don said with a little too much force. He flushed red and tried to act as if nothing was bothering him, but Mark sensed something was up, maybe more than a dick. "Sorry." Mark said softly. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, okay. Just drop it." Don said. They were spared further bantering by the arrival of Luke. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a pullover, and Mark thought he looked absolutely edible. He suppressed a thought, maybe Don was beginning to see him that way too. It wasn't anything to worry about, he trusted Don, but he knew it could really eat at your soul to discover you liked boys. He had learned the hard way, when he wasn't much older than Luke. His first love had been a boy two years younger and they had tried almost everything before getting caught by Mark's mom. That had ended that and caused Mark years of pain and frustration. He wished his mom had been able to understand his feelings, but guessed only another boylover really understand. With that in mind he decided to speak to Don as soon as they got a chance to be alone. If Don was finding out that he was interested in the "forbidden fruit" of boylove, he would try to be supportive. But, Luke was off limits, even for himself. How many nights had Mark fantasized about Luke, but when it came down to it, he knew he loved the boy too much to ever burden him with the guilt and responsibility that an intimate relationship might bring. Mark and Don were both quiet and thoughful on the drive into town, Luke on the other hand, was a jabber box. He ask endless questions and made comments the whole trip. Mark was relieved when they reached the restaurant. Sutter's BBQ was famous in these parts for having the tenderest, tastiest barbeque around and they lived up to that reputation time after time. Mark was amazed at how much food Luke could put away and he smiled at the boy as he wiped greasy fingers on his napkin. "Ummm, good." Luke said through a red mustache. His face was smeared with a pint of barbecue sauce and he looked like an accident victim. "I told you you'd like it." Mark said smiling. Don sat quietly with a strained smile and looked thoughtful. Mark nudged him under the table and rubbed his leg. Don giggled out loud prompting a curious, but knowing look from Luke. He grinned and winked and continued eating. Mark almost wished the two of them were alone, he suddenly felt the need for some of Don's nature inspired loving. Maybe he and Don could sneek in a little kissing and snuggling after Luke fell asleep, but he wouldn't feel comfortable doing more. Once they had finished eating Mark suggested that they take a drive while their dinner settled. He took them on a scenic tour of the damn which kept the lake contained at this end. At the other end was the river which ran through the campsite. Between the damn and the river there was second lake and a spillway which finally fed the river. It was fed by the water that was allowed to run through the damn, that pushed the lake water over the spillway and into the river. At times it was a mere trickle, but when the spring rains began it was a constant torrent of white rushing water. Mark liked that time best of all, but for now the water was stable. If it rained all that would change suddenly, but there was always plently of warning and to his knowledge the campgrounds had never been flooded, at least not more than a few feet at the edge of the river. He explained it to the two, who listened with wide-eyed interest. When Mark had exhausted all his knowledge, he began the drive back to the campsite. It was dark but the sky was clear and filled with a million twinkling stars. Mark had gathered some firewood earlier while Don and Luke were were exploring and he piled it in the center of the fire ring. The fire ring was made up of medium sized rocks placed in a clear spot near the cement picnic table which occupied each campsite. The rocks kept the ashes and burning wood contained as a safety precaution. Soon Mark had a decent fire going, sending it's long fiery fingers into the night sky. The look on Luke's face was priceless. He poked at the fire with a stick and stared into the flames finding shapes, like looking at fluffy white clouds on a sunny day. He imagined he saw Satan standing in the depths of hell and then it was fire-breathing dragon. Don grabbed the marshmallows and skinned some small limbs of a nearby tree to use as roasting sticks. He handed one to each of his camp mates and stuck a fluffy marshmallow on the end of his stick. His first mallow burst into flames and fell into the fire, and Luke laughed so hard he dropped his own into the flaiming pile. Mark saved the day by roasting three marshmallows at once and offering one to each of them. They wasted more than they ate, but it was the act that satisfied there minds, and the companionship. It was a ritual as old as time itself, the bonding of males around a fire and it remained as simple and effective as it was when man first discovered fire. Luke came to a new understanding of nature and what being a boy was all about. He was having the fun of his life, and he suddenly didn't care if he was clean or dry or any of the other things he had thougth were important. All that mattered was he was with people he loved, who accepted him as he was and loved him back. His heart swelled with pride and with love. He looked at Don and Mark sitting close and watched their faces light up in the eerie glow of the firelight. They were in love, anyone who took the time to look could see it in their eyes. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling and most of all it gave him hope. Maybe someday he would find someone who loved him and he would be as happy as Mark and Don obviously were. He sighed and yawned, he had had a busy day and had begun to feel the effects. He was tired but he fought the urge to sleep, he never wanted this night to end. "Tell a scary story." Luke begged. Mark was only too happy to oblige, he had a knack for story telling and enjoyed seeing the reactions of the listeners. Luke scooted in closer and watched Mark's face carefully as he began. As the story built, Luke creeped closer and closer until he was touching Mark. His eyes were wide in wonder and mock terror as the story headed toward it's gut wrenching finale. As Mark spoke the final horrible words to end the story he grabbed Luke, who shreeked and jumped out of his chair. Mark fell into laughter and Luke jumped on him with mock anger, trying to exact his revenge by tickling Mark. Mark reversed Luke's attack and had the boy laughing so hard he could barely stand on his own. Don looked on quietly, a little jealous of the attention shown to the boy, but also amused at their playfullness. Presently they tired of the game and Luke settled back into his chair picking up his stick and poking once agian at the fire which was now beginning to loose it's spirit. "You guys ready to move into the tent?" Don ask suddenly. "These mosquitoes are eating me alive." Mark swatted at one of the pests himself and looked questiongly at Luke. "I am if Luke is." "K, but I need to pee first. Will you walk me to the bathroom?" Don and Mark both laughed softly. "When it's dark, we use a tree or a bush." Mark explained. "Oh, okay." Luke said blushing. He got up and moved to the shadows of a tall elm tree which towered over the campsite. Looking back to make sure he was indeed out of sight, he unzipped and let fly with a powerful stream. Mark and Don were putting out the fire as Luke finished and he turned to see a cloud of steam and sparks rising into the night sky. "Damn, we should have just let Luke pee on it." Mark said laughing. "Ewwwwww, piss stinks." Don said with mock offense. "My turn." Mark said moving toward the tree. Don joined him and Luke tried not to stare as he saw their silouhettes outlined agianst the background of sky and grass. He felt his small dick suddenly begin to rise and he blinked and swore under his breath, "Not now, please not now." By the time Mark had the three twin size air mattress inflated Luke found that he was quite tired. They laid the mattresses out side by side and Mark was about to assign Luke the outside mattress to his left when Luke jumped down on the center bed, claiming it for himself. He said he would feel safer between Don and Mark, and Mark decided it might be for the best. He was afraid that if he slept next to Don he would not be able to stop at just a kiss or a snuggle. This way he was safe from the temptation. Don on the other hand Don was annoyed at the arrangement, but kept quiet. He didn't want to spoil the other two's fun and he kept reminding himself that he was doing all this for Mark. The night was warm and the three stripped down to underwear and Mark turned off the lantern. In the dim light he could just make out Luke's face a foot or so away and beyond that he could see Don propped up on his elbow staring toward Mark. Mark sat up and moved to the end of his mattress and then scooted over to where Don lay. He hugged Don who responded in a surprised but delighted manner. Mark leaned in an gave Don a passionate kiss and he heard Luke giggle. "Maybe I should take a walk till you guys are done." Luke joked. "Just kissing my sweety goodnight." Mark said breaking the kiss. "All done, night night love." "Night babe." Don said slapping Mark on the ass noisily, evoking another giggle from Luke. Mark returned to his mattress and settling down. He pulled a sheet up over him, not because he needed it, but rather to cover his body, suddenly concious of his erection. It looked even more obscene tented by the white sheet and he rolled over on his side. Luke coughed and sighed, making little noises as he settled down and got comfortable. Don stared up at the tent roof, hoping sleep would come soon. Soon Luke was snoring softly and Don listened for a while before drifting off himself. Mark fell asleep last, sighing contentedly. Today was great, tomorrow would be even better he mused. Mark awoke sometime later and felt something warm and soft against his back. At first he forgot where he was and assumed it was Don. Don loved to spoon up next to him and sleep and at times when Mark would wake during the night, he found it comforting and usually went right back to sleep. Suddenly he realized that Don was on the far side of the tent, that meant that he warm body pressed into his back must be Luke. He smiled at the realization, then panicked as he wondered what Don would think if he woke and saw them like that. He tried to disengage himself from the boy, but each time he moved, Luke moved right back in and snuggled closer each time. Mark was suddenly aware of something hard poking him in the back. It didn't take long to figure out that it was Luke's erection and he seemed to be moving, pressing the hardness harder into Mark's back with each movement. Mark was sweating profusely and his breathing had become ragged and labored. He was scared. Scared of what Don might think, scared of how Luke might react if he woke and found himself in this position, and scared of his own desires. The boy was so damn sexy, from his small turned up nose to his stinky little feet. Mark was suddenly aware of his desires, the desires he had suppressed since he had first met and chatted with the boy. The desire burned in his brain as he felt the hard boy meat thrusting harder and faster into his back. His own cock was leaking cum so badly that his boxers were soaked, and with each thrust of Luke's body agianst him his own cock rubbed violently against the mattress. Suddenly he heard Luke's ragged breaths and the boy grabbed onto Mark's waist and held tightly as the thursting intensified. Then he heard a soft groan and he felt wetness against his back as the hardness pushed against him and held its' place. Luke moved slowly a few more times but, with less urgency then he pulled back and rolled away leaving Mark with a sticky mess at both ends. His own cock had spewed it's ravenous seed involuntarily as he realized that Luke had orgasmed using his body as his means of release. He pulled his boxers off and wiped the copious strings of his own orgasm off his body. He fumbled in the dark until he found his bag and pulled out another pair or boxers. He slipped them on a turned toward Luke. Their eyes met in the dim light and Mark felt his heart race. Was the boy awake the whole time? Did he know Mark was awake as well? Had he known what he was doing and tricked Mark into co-operating? Mark felt panick building and wondered if he had inadvertantly ended a beautiful relationship,one that had just begun. Then he saw Luke's toothy smile and he knew Luke was fine, it was his own feelings that he had to come to grips with. He didn't know if he wanted to know what Luke was thinking , but he supposed at some time he would have to breach the subject with the boy. He had to make Luke understand that they were risking everything with this new intimacy. He didn't want to loose Luke, he would have to make sure that didn't happen. He rolled away and tried to sleep. Sleep did not come easily, but when it did he was vaguely aware of a softness and warmth that pressed against him. He sighed and slept on, undaunted by his fears and worries. End of Chapter Seven.....more to come....thanks for all the positive comments and the compassion you have shown me in my time of trouble.