Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 18:26:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke Girardi's Bone (Part 5)

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

Part 5

Luke didn't know why the two TV guys wanted him for
anything.  And he was suspicious that somehow they
were up to something.  He went down the hall to where
the bright lights seemed to be reflecting out from a
side room.  Although he prided himself on his
scientific mind, things lately seemed to be completely
out of control.

He was glad the halls were empty; at least he didn't
have to worry about the football guys slipping up on
him unnoticed.  With lots of open space, he could run
if he saw them coming.

With the thought of them and the bathroom and all, his
dick gave a twang.  He hated that.  It seemed like
lately his dick had a mind of its own and was always
trying to get way out of control.  He tried to think
about logarithms as he went down the hall, but it
didn't do any good.  And he would have thought that
just having shot off into Adam's hungry mouth would
take care of any sex for the rest of the day, but
instead it seemed only to have increased his sexual
appetite.

'What's becoming of me?' he wondered.

But even with his doubts, he was also enjoying the hot
strong throb of his bone as it pulsed against his
shorts.  Rubbing itself against the material with each
step he took, it gave him a great feeling of comfort
as his rocket glowed in splendor.  It was a feeling of
power, a feeling that he was now a man and could not
only do manly things, he could enjoy it like nothing
he had ever enjoyed before.

In fact he had a happy grin as he turned into the
classroom where the two TV guys were.  It was the Tech
center, complete with cameras, video recorders,
chemicals for developing film, everything that was
needed to teach anything about audio visuals.  The two
guys were standing by the center table.

"Girardi!  Come on in.  We didn't get to introduce
ourselves before:  I'm Gary and this is Rick."

Rick was the cameraman.  Luke liked the guy's sandy
hair and cool outfit.  Gary was the one who had
reached down and touched his bone when they had met
before. Luke didn't want to stand too close to him,
but Gary put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him
over.

"Good buddy" Gary said.  Luke wondered  why he would
say that since they had only ever seen each other once
before, and that was earlier today.

"Girardi, we think you could be an invaluable resource
to us" he continued.  "It's been two years since we
were in school here, and we figured someone like
yourself could sort of fill us in on what's going on.
You know, what it's like here now and who's getting
into trouble and what kind of trouble are they getting
into."

Gary now had his arm across Luke's shoulder.  "Tell us
stuff, man."

"I don't know anything" Luke replied, moving slightly
to free himself from the arm.  But Gary just held on
tighter and leaned closer.

"Tell us about the Underground Yearbook."

"I honestly don't know anything.  I never heard of it
'till today.  They say it's a site on the Internet for
stuff they wouldn't dare put in a school yearbook."

"We know that, good buddy.  In fact, come over here to
this computer and we'll let you look at it.  We just
brought it up on this computer a few minutes ago."

"I thought you were doing a documentary on the
school."

"We're doing a nice feature on it, but we are also
investigative reporters and we want to know about that
web site."

Gary pointed at the screen and Luke looked.  The title
page looked just like any school yearbook.  Then the
second page was a table of contents.  One chapter was
headed Sports.  Clicking on it, there was a picture of
one of the guys who had gotten him yesterday.  He was
only wearing a jockey strap, and to Luke it looked
very full.  The caption said "The jock's jock."  From
the pose and the expression on the guy's face, he
didn't know he was being photographed.

"How did they get a picture like that?"  Luke asked.

"We don't think he posed for it.  We think someone
either has a hidden camera at school, or someone put
his face on some picture off the Internet.  But let me
show you something else."

Gary clicked on the picture, but instead of getting an
enlargement, a message appeared saying "To see the
jock without his jock, click back soon.  And remember,
$50 for a picture of Luke Girardi's bone!"

Damn!

Rick was all smiles.  "What do you think about that,
Girardi?"

"Well I don't like it.  In fact I hate it.  But why
are you guys showing me this, and what is this really
about?"

Rick explained.  "Gary and I think there's something
going on at this school, something maybe illegal.  We
convinced the station to let us do a feature on the
school as a way of getting in here to see what we
could uncover."

Luke was puzzled.  "You're not detectives."

"No but we both want to be investigative reporters and
this is one way to begin.  We're both in college and
going there under a work-study program.  You know what
that is?"

"I don't think so."  Actually Luke's eyes kept going
back to the image of the guy in the picture.  Gary was
still sort of holding on to him and leaning in close.
Luke's bone was at full mast and really wanted
attention.

"It's a program where you go to school one semester
and then work the next.  And you can even have
variations where maybe you go to classes in the
morning and work in the afternoon.  Our jobs at the
station give us some flexibility.  So what we had in
mind...Luke!" he suddenly cried out, "at least pretend
you're listening.  Right now all you're doing in
watching the jock on the screen."

Luke turned red and felt mortified.  "I'm sorry" he
said.

Gary took his arm from Luke's shoulder and said, "Why
don't we go over here and sit down at the table and
talk?"

Luke was so embarrassed.  And with Gary's hold on him
gone, he felt now like he missed it.  He couldn't
understand what was happening to him lately.  In the
past he didn't really want anybody's arm around him,
and now here he was missing having a guy do that.

"Before we sit down, let me show Luke this."  Rick
clicked on the next page of the yearbook, and several
pictures of girls changing after PE.  But he didn't
click on their pictures, instead he clicked on a small
football at the bottom  left of the screen.
Immediately a message came up: "You know where.  You
know why. The time is 9:45 Friday night."

Luke thought a moment.  "What does it mean?"

"We think it's a message for whatever the illegal
activities are.  It's probably drugs, but it might be
more sexual types of drugs like Viagra.  Whoever
they're selling to or buying from must already know
the location and what's available.  They only need to
be told the day and time."

"That's tomorrow night."

"Right.  And that's what we need you for."

"For what, to buy illegal drugs?  My dad is the police
chief."

Ryan grinned.  "We know that.  We want you to wander
around at school during lunch time and at PE and
listen out for anything or keep an eye on people who
look like they're telling secrets."

"And that's all?"  Ryan came close, and Luke was
caught up in his brown eyed, freckle faced charm and
easy grin.  Luke realized he was sort of falling under
Ryan's spell.

"Maybe more.  If we need you to, we would want you to
infiltrate the group.  If we find out where they're
meeting, and it would probably be behind some beer
joint or teenaged hangout where crowds of people don't
seem suspicious, we might need you to mingle with them
and learn more."

Luke didn't know what to say.  He looked from one to
the other.

"We'd need one more thing, Luke.  Don't freak out, but
we need a picture of you and your bone."

"No way!  That's embarrassing!"

"Look, man, we need to offer this website something.
We need to get acquainted with them.  We want to tell
them we've got a picture of Luke Girardi's bone, that
we want $50, and we want to deliver it in person."

Even when he was as aroused as he was now, Luke still
tried to use a logical approach.  He had been looking
at the web site, and now he said, "If you don't know
who they are, you have no way to reach them.  There's
no email address."

"True.  But we've been able to hack in.  We didn't
learn much, but we could hack in again and put up a
notice about the picture.  We could let them get in
touch with us."

Luke was undecided, but now Gary took over, putting
his hand on Luke's shoulder and whispering in his ear,
"Come on, Luke.  We'll make it worth your while.
You're bone hard now, just drop your pants and put
your hands on top of your head - "

But he got no further, because Luke said, "Why is it
everybody I know wants me to put my hands on top of my
head?"

Ryan moved close as well.  His eyes were shining.
"Really?  You mean a lot of people want to see you
that way?"

Luke cursed himself inwardly for having given that
fact away.  "Yes.  No.  I don't know.  Things have
been sort of weird lately."

Ryan lifted his camera.  "Let's see that famous bone.
You can at least do that for us, can't you?"  Then
changing to a more playful tone, he added.  "We'll
show you ours if you'll show us yours."

Gary was already unbuckling Luke's pants.  "Come on,
good buddy.  You're got what the whole world wants to
see."  As he did this, he also massaged Luke's crotch.
 Luke couldn't hold out much longer.  He realized that
he loved this stuff too much now to be able to just
turn it off at will.

"That's good" Ryan said, focusing and trying different
angles.  Luke's pants were down around his ankles, and
Gary now pulled down his shorts.  Luke's bone popped
out and up, bobbing in its sudden release.  It seemed
to Luke that his bone had been entirely too
enthusiastic about things like this lately.

"Wow!  Now put your hands on your head."

It only took a minute.  Then Gary said, "If we hear
from this site that they will buy your picture, we can
hack back in and remove it every time they try to put
it up.  Or we can put somebody else's face on your
body.  Mainly your picture gets us into this site, and
your presence tomorrow night gets us into what kind of
group it is and what's going on."

Ryan asked, "Luke, can you sort of jiggle a little?
I'm getting some really great footage of this."

Luke jumped back and turned away.  He hadn't realized
Ryan was still filming.

"Stop doing that!"

"Come on, Luke.  You're a natural."

Gary was stroking his dick again.  Luke loved the
sensation.

"Want me to keep it up?" Gary asked.

Luke hated to admit it, but "Yeah."  His voice was
husky.

Then Gary leaned forward, dropped down in front of
him, and put Luke's bone in his mouth.

In that instant, Luke forgot that Gary was filming.
In fact he even forgot to take his hands down from
behind his head.  His eyes lost focus, his breath came
in heavy pants, and he started gyrating forward.  Gary
was eating him up and he loved every minute of it.

Ryan continued filming, and in the instant before Luke
shot, Ryan zoomed the lens so that he had a perfect
close-up of Luke's face.  Luke had a look of absolute
ecstasy.  As he shot, he actually groaned out load.
His balls kept unloading the stuff, and Gary wasn't
missing a drop.  Ryan wasn't missing a frame of film,
either.

When the last bit of semen was gone, Luke sighed and
sat back on the table.  He pulled up his trousers as
he did so. Then he looked across at Ryan, who had just
stopped filming, and saw Ryan's bone was about to
break loose from his pants.  Gary noticed that also,
and asked,

"Like that, huh, Ryan?"

"Awesome" was the happy reply.

"You want Luke to do you now?"

Luke looked up.  "Huh?"

"Sure" Ryan said, and handed the camera to Gary.  Ryan
unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out.  Luke could
see it was really big.

"Wait" Luke said.  "We hadn't said anything about
this."

"We need to film this too," Gary explained.  "That way
we've each got something on the other person.  That
way we know nobody will tell on anyone else.  Me
blowing you, you blowing Ryan, me and Ryan filming
this stuff.  It's our insurance that the whole thing
stays quiet."

By this time, Ryan had put his arms around Luke and
edged him off the table.  Luke couldn't take his eyes
off Ryan's dick.

"Can I handle it first?  I've never seen one that
big."

"Play with it as much as you want, Luke, but be sure
to get it in your mouth before I shoot off."

Luke felt comfortable and even excited over the
prospect.  Touching it, he realized it was firm and
thick and very, very long.  The head was a monster,
waiting for him to stroke it.  Luke started in slowly,
and he heard Ryan sigh.  He quickly learned that he
could tease the head, half stroking and half squeezing
it giving it a twist while he worked it, and Ryan was
almost reduced to a slobbering mass.  For the first
time in his life, Luke understood the meaning of
power, understood the thrill of being in control.  He
realized what it meant to take over, to have someone
relying on him for what they felt.

Ryan kept saying, "God, man, God, man."  Then he added
quickly, "Don't stop, ohhh, don't stop."

When he was getting near to shooting, he cried out,
"Take it now!" and Luke sucked on it for all he was
worth.  The explosion into his mouth was greater than
any he had experienced, and for a moment he almost
choked.  Then when it was over, he sighed deeply.

Ryan and Gary grinned.  "OK, Luke, you ready to go out
there and see what you can learn for us about the
gathering tomorrow night?"

Luke nodded.  The day wasn't half over, and already he
felt like he had lived an entire week at school within
the past couple of hours.  He wondered what the rest
of the day would bring.

(End of Part 5)
(Comments and reactions are always appreciated.
Bart384@yahoo.com)