Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 17:04:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke Girardi's Bone (Part 4)

(This story is based on a fictional character in the
CBS series "Joan of Arcadia.")

Part 4

As he sat uneasily at his desk first period, Luke's
thoughts were more on his worries than on anything the
teacher was saying.  Unlike the rest of the family, he
had always prided himself on his love of science, his
dedication to the scientific process of reason,
investigation, and logic.  But the events of the last
two days had sent his world spinning.

Images from the previous day raced through his mind of
the football guys getting him in the bathroom stall,
and then at home where he blew his brother and later
after Kevin embarrassed him in front of their dad,
Kevin blew him.  And then this morning after getting
to school, he came across that notice on the bulletin
board about offering $50 to anyone who could get a
picture of "LGB."

LGB!  His spirits had sunk even lower when someone
told him it stood for Luke Girardi's bone.  Now he had
all sorts of things to worry about.  Why would they
want a picture of his dick when it was hard?  But even
as he thought that, he felt an all too familiar twitch
down in his shorts.

Damn you, he thought.  You're not going to get me in
trouble again are you?

As if in answer, his dick started lengthening.  In his
briefs, he had it pointed up, but if it got all the
way hard, the head could poke against his pants and be
very visible.

At that moment a voice called out, "Mr. Girardi?"

Luke jumped in his chair.  "Yes, Miss Castle?"

"Could you come up to my desk, please?"

He gasp, his heart skipped a beat, and his hands went
cold.  "Ma'am?"

"I asked if you would come up to the desk for a
minute."

He grabbed his notebook and held it in front of his
pants as he stood up.

"You won't need your notebook" she said.

Several guys turned to look at him, and then got wide
grins and started nudging each other as Luke put the
notebook back on his desk and started up.  He didn't
dare look down, but he was sure his dick was about to
thrust out of  his shorts.  It was so hard now and so
wedged in his shorts, that even walking up to the
front was giving it a massage.  And that was something
he definitely didn't need or want.

When he reached her desk, he sort of bent forward to
make it all less noticeable.  He glanced back at Adam
and saw he was smiling.  It was the joyous smile of
someone who was watching someone else get embarrassed.

"Luke," Miss Castle said.  She was a pretty lady with
blonde hair and blue eyes. "I want you to go to the
library for me.  Mr. Hutch has pulled some books that
I want you to bring back for class. A TV crew is
coming to the school today to do a story on high
school education, and I thought we could begin to look
at some material."

"Yes, Miss Castle."

She flashed him a warm smile.  He liked her and his
heart leaped and his hopes brightened.  That was even
more true when she added, "You're sweet, Luke."

He blushed beet red.  Girls on the front row may have
heard what she said, because they giggled.  But then
he remembered the circumstances, and he hoped it
wasn't his bone they were giggling about.

He left the room hurriedly, but not before a guy near
the door said in a low voice, "Don't trip, Girardi, or
you might pole vault out of the place."

"Yeah" Luke muttered, trying to get out of there.  The
guy leaned after him as he closed the door, and added,
"I want that picture, Girardi.  I want it bad."  He
emphasized the last word.

With his hall pass, he hurried to the library.  The
halls were empty, fortunately.  At least he wouldn't
run into the football guys from yesterday.

At the library, Mr. Hutch sat at his desk.  Luke
handed him a note Miss Castle had given him, and the
librarian nodded and went to a closet where he removed
a pile of books.  Signaling Luke to come over, he
filled Luke's arms with them, but not before nodding
appreciatively in the direction of the rocket-sized
bulge in Luke's pants.

"Looks like that thing is ready to take off" he said.

Luke didn't know what to say.  He shifted from one
foot to the other, anxious to go but not sure if he
had been dismissed.  To change the subject from
himself, he said "These books look interesting."

"They're about photography, cameras and video
recording, and TV.  You know a television crew is
coming today."

"Yes sir.  I better get back to class."

Mr. Hutch smiled.  "Don't trip on the way back or you
might pole vault down the hallway."  He seemed to
think that was funny.

"Yes sir.  Everyone seems to be telling me that
today."

The librarian frowned, and Luke hurried off.  He would
like to have stopped in the bathroom, but with his
track record in that area he didn't want to take a
chance.  Too much could go wrong in bathrooms.

As he hurried along, he mulled over thoughts on how he
could beat off at home without Kevin catching him.
After the bathroom experience yesterday, he didn't
want to have his brother walk in on him again.

He was about to reach the classroom door when two guys
rounded the corner, one carrying a camera.  They
seemed really young, but they were wearing the
identification badges of the local station.

"Hey!" one called out.  "Wait up."

Luke stopped, his arms loaded with books.  They came
over to him.  They looked like they might be in
college or something.

"We're doing a feature on your school.  Are you going
somewhere special with those books?"

"My classroom is doing the hall.  My teacher wanted
these books."

The cameraman began adjusting his camera, working with
the focus.  Luke didn't know if his bone still showed
- the pile of books kept him from looking down.  But
he sure didn't want somebody from TV taking a picture
of him if it was.  That wouldn't be as bad as what The
Underground Yearbook wanted a picture of, but it would
be a close second.  He started to back away.

"Wait up" the other guy said.  "I just wanted to ask
you a couple of questions.  You don't mind that, do
you?"

"I have to get back to class.  My teacher is waiting
for these books."

"Don't worry. We'll cover for you.  Um...could you
stand a little straighter and hold the books a little
higher?"

Luke frowned. He knew what that could mean.  Looking
to the left he saw the cameraman was filming their
conversation.  He turned his back on the camera.  The
other guy came over and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Look, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Luke kept his back to the camera and tried to talk
softly so the sound couldn't be heard on tape.  "I
have to get to class."

"Are you Luke Girardi?"

Luke gulped.  "Yes.  And yes, my dad's the police
chief."

"Can you turn around and tell us that again on
camera?"

Fortunately for him, Miss Castle came out of class at
that moment.  "Oh Luke, I've been waiting for the
books."

The reporter gave her a friendly smile. "It's our
fault, ma'am.  We wanted to do a little interview."

"Well he and the books are needed in class right now.
I'll let you talk to him later, when classes change."

Miss Castle turned to go in. Luke turned also, but as
he did, the reporter leaned closer, saying "I want to
talk to you about that thing of yours.  You know what
I mean?" and with that his hand almost accidentally
brushed again Luke's trousers, right across the head
of his bone.

As he came back into the class he was so horned and
yet so scared, he didn't know what to do.  How much
did those TV guys know?  And why wouldn't his dick
leave him alone?  He piled the books on a side table
Miss Castle had prepared, and went back to his seat as
rapidly as he could.

He hardly noticed anything during the rest of the
period.  He began to imagine all sorts of things, such
as whether the reporters could be in league with the
Underground Yearbook staff, or maybe they actually
were the Underground Yearbook?

When the bell rang, he almost didn't wait for Adam.
He just wanted to run as far away from the school as
he could.  But Adam caught up with him before they got
out the door.

"Bathroom" Adam said.

The reporters were nowhere around.  "OK" Luke replied.

They pushed and dodged their way through the streaming
hoard of students, avoiding the open locker doors or
ones slammed almost in their faces.  When at last they
got to the one nearest to their class, Adam said
"Handicapped stall."  It was at the far end and its
door was open.

Luke entered, but before he could close and lock the
door, Adam was beside him.

Luke was uneasy.  "We can't both be in here at once."

"The door's locked now.  And I want to see that bone
of yours.  After that I want you to pee, since I can't
be with you all day and it's safer if you don't do
back in the bathroom again."

"Adam."

"Come on, man. Show me that bone.  I'm your protector,
man, and all I ask is to get to see that bone.  It's
getting to be the most famous thing at school."

"Come on, Adam, you said you'd help."

"I will. But first drop those pants and let me see
that bone.  Just for a look.  Real quick.  We're
running out of time.  The next period starts in just a
minute."

"Well...OK.  Just for a look, OK?"

"Right.  Pull 'em down quick."

Luke did, and Adam then said, "Shorts too, man."

"OK.  Now, is that all?"  His dick bobbed out into
space.  Adam's eyes glowed.

"Cool, man.  Now put your hands on top of your head."

"What?"

"Put your hands on your head and stand up straight."

"What's with this 'hands on head' stuff?  Everybody
keeps telling me that."

"Really?  Who else?"

"Um...nobody."

Adam reached out and took Luke's bone in his hand.
Luke shivered as much from the sensation as from
surprise.  Luke started to say something, but Adam
dropped down, took the dick in his mouth, and went to
work.

Luke was amazed at how good Adam was at that, and at
how fast that went.  The lips and mouth and tongue all
seemed to be working, and Adam's fingers massaged his
balls while he did it.  When Adam started inserting a
finger up Luke's butt, Luke shot a fierce orgasm into
Adam's mouth.

As Adam wiped his mouth, he said, "Damn. You sure
shoot a lot.  But that's a great bone.  Thanks, man."

The bell sounded and they had to get back to class.
Luke hoped his dick would finally go down now that it
had gotten some relief.

Adam left ahead of Luke, and soon became lost in the
crowd of the hallway.  Far ahead Luke could see the
bright light of the video camera.  Since he know they
would be down there, he headed in the opposite
direction and then doubled back down the next hall to
reach his class before the bell.

And indeed he found to his great satisfaction that his
dick had gotten some relief.  It had subsided to
normal size down there in his shorts, and Luke hoped
fervently that it would stay that way.

But halfway through the next period he got a shock
when a note was brought to the teacher, who then
announced, "Mr. Girardi, they want you down the hall
for the television documentary."

"Why me?"

"They didn't say.  But the school wants everyone to
cooperate with them in this documentary."

He knew there would be no point in arguing.  He picked
up his books and went down the hall where the bright
light beamed.

(End of Part 4)
(comments and reactions are appreciated.
Bart384@yahoo.com)