(Author's note - this is a work of fiction based on the younger brother in CBS' "Joan of Arcadia.").
Luke awoke slowly the next morning, trying to hold on to something he had been dreaming. He knew it had to do with school, something about a locker room and showers. He wanted the dream to keep going, because he was enjoying it. The dream had made him happy and seemed wonderful in the way in which some dreams can be.
But then he was fully awake.
"Damn" he said. He realized he had been dreaming of guys. He was embarrassed. He didn't know why he would have dreamed that.
Then the events of yesterday and last night came back to him. The three guys in the bathroom, having to suck a guy's dick, then back home with Kevin and the hand job and blowing Kevin. And how the family had come home and Kevin promised to return the favor last night.
The family dinner had been a jumble of things: his father was late because of police work, Joan seemed off in her own little world, and his mother kept trying to start conversations that nobody carried through on.
When Kevin wheeled away from the table, Luke called out "See you in a minute, Kev."
"Well I'm glad to see you two boys getting along so well" his mother said.
Luke flushed as he glanced at Kevin. Kevin's eyes twinkled as he replied, "I'm just helping him a little on a project at school. It hasn't been that long since I was in his shoes."
Kevin wheeled to his room, and a few moments later Luke left the table. His dick was staying hard, no matter how much he tried to think of other things. He tried not to run as he went back to his room. After waiting a moment, he went through the bathroom into Kevin's room.
Kevin was at his desk when Luke came in.
"Hi Luke, what's up?"
Luke hadn't expected that. "Well...um, er...you know.
We had an agreement."
"I know that. But what are you doing, do you want to just walk in here and expect me to blow you? Am I some kind of service provider?"
"You said you'd do me if I did you. I did my part."
"Look, Luke. You don't know what it's like to have to beg your little brother to blow you. Here I am, I can't get any sex at all, and now you just want to bargain with me when I'm just asking for a little pleasure."
"Well I thought that's what we agreed to."
"Maybe, but don't act like I owe you something, like you own me or nothing."
Luke felt uneasy when Kevin got in one of these dark moods. "Well...what should I do?"
"I've just eaten. Let's wait a while."
"Kevin, I need to do my homework. Come on, man, you said you would do this."
Kevin's dark mood seemed to change. "OK, Luke. Strip down and I'll let you learn what it really feels like to get blown."
"Strip down?"
"Sure. Get out of all that stuff. Just lay it here on the bed. You'll enjoy it a lot better this way."
Luke shot him a look. "You sure seem to know what you're doing. You've had a lot of experience?"
"Go to hell. You're the guy people all seem to want to do stuff to."
Luke didn't want to argue. He took off all his clothes, and was embarrassed that his dick was still hard.
Kevin grinned. "Still up, huh? Turn sideways and let me see you in profile."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. You want to get sucked off, right? When let me see you in profile."
Luke turned red, but did what his brother wanted.
"Stop there. That's right. You've got a pretty good-looking bone, little brother."
"Thanks."
"Now turn so I can see your butt."
When Luke did, Kevin said, "Your ass still has the skinned spots on it. Get some ointment out of the bathroom and I'll rub it on you."
Luke didn't like all this delay, because he really did have homework that he needed to get done before the next day. He hurried into the bathroom and got the tube. As he brought it back, he noticed Kevin grinning, his eyes on Luke's bone as it bounced when he walked.
He handed his brother the tube, and Kevin reached out and held his dick. Luke felt the throb within that his brother's touch awakened.
"Turn around so I can rub it in."
Luke felt the soothing effect of the ointment. Kevin's hands moved expertly, caressing the round orbs of smooth flesh.
"That's one great butt you've got there."
"Thanks. I don't get to see it much."
"I'll give you a mirror for your birthday so you can admire it."
"That's OK."
"No, I mean it. If I had a camera I'd take pictures of it so you could see it. You might even want to show it to your friends."
Kevin's hands continued the massage, moving ever closer to his crack.
At that point, they heard their father's voice, "Kevin, are you in your room?"
Kevin and Luke froze. Then Kevin's eyes glowed happily. "Sure dad, come right on it, it's just me and Luke." With that, Kevin took Luke's clothes and tossed them as far under his bed as he could.
Luke started to reach under there, but realized his father was almost in the room, so he hurriedly sat down beside Kevin and crossed his legs to hide his bone.
Chief Girardi came in. "I just wanted to - hey, what's going on?"
He looked at Luke who was wearing nothing but his glasses and was sitting in an odd position with his legs crossed, and then turned to Kevin.
"What's all this about?"
"Show him, Luke."
Luke flushed deep red. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Show me what, Luke? Why are you sitting that way, and where are your clothes?"
Luke stammered. Kevin said, "Stand up and show him, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Luke didn't move. Kevin said, "He scraped his butt at school today, and I put some liniment on it. Show him, Luke."
Luke didn't have any way to hide his bone, but he did the next best thing by putting his hand down there as he stood up quickly and turned around. Of course this gave his father a view of his butt, but it also put his rock hard bone almost in Kevin's face.
"That's not so bad, Luke. But why didn't you wear your clothes?"
"He does that, dad. For some weird reason he'll take off all his clothes and come in here to visit or talk or stuff."
Luke felt his heart sink. He couldn't think of anything to say.
"Luke?"
He didn't want to turn around. "Sir?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I'll put some clothes on, dad" Luke said and darted from the room as quickly as he could, still trying to hide his bone. Just before he turned, Kevin grabbed his dick and then instantly let it go, but that was enough to get that bone throbbing.
As he dashed out, Will Girardi said, "I don't even want to know what that was about."
Later Luke came back in, after his father had gone. Kevin grinned at him from the bed.
"That was mean, Kev."
"Had to be done."
"What do you mean?"
"When would I ever have a chance to get you in a situation like that again? That was the opportunity of a lifetime. A big brother can't pass that up."
"Well it wasn't funny."
"Yes it was, little bro. But let's get to the matter at hand. Why don't you get your clothes out from under my bed, and take off that pair of shorts, and then turn out the lights."
"Turn out the lights?"
"Luke, you don't think I'm going to give you a blow job while you stare at me, do you? I mean after all, I'm your big brother and I've got some dignity."
Luke shrugged. "OK."
He reached under the bed and got his clothes, then stood up and pulled his shorts down. His dick had gone down, but it was still hanging long. He went over to the door and clicked off the lights. The room was in a gloomy darkness. Luke came back and stood by the bed.
"Now put your hands behind you head?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me."
"Why do I have to do that?"
"You want me to suck you off, right?"
"Yes."
"Then do what I say. I don't want you grabbing my head when you're about to go into ecstasy and push your bone all the way down my throat."
Luke raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. Kevin's hands came out and pulled him another step forward. One hand reached behind and closed on one butt cheek. The other went between Luke's legs, massaging his balls. They were full again, very full, and Luke relished the feel of Kevin's hands on them, moving, touching, feeling, caressing.
Kevin's lips closed on Luke's bone, doing the head first and then licking the bone full length, then using his lips to tease it, and finally taking it into his mouth. Luke knew he was going to shoot soon. He tried to relish every moment, remembering at the same time how hot and strong Kevin's bone had been, how it seemed to assume a life of its own in his mouth. He understood now how to use the tongue, what the lips could do, and what it took to build to a tremendous explosion. The cum in his balls was about to explode.
When he shot off, he went up on his toes, he arched his back, his whole body trembled. And just as with the hand job Kevin gave him that afternoon, his brother inserted a finger up his ass at the very moment he was cuming.
When it was over, the two brothers sat together on the bed. Luke felt closer to his brother than he ever had before. After a few moments of silence, his brother spoke.
"I've been thinking about the guys from school. In addition to keeping an eye out to avoid them, you might get somebody to sort of go along with you when you're changing classes. I don't think the guys would try to get you with somebody along."
"Well, Ben's my best friend, but I don't know if he'd want to do that. He was already spooked yesterday about my having a bone all day long." Luke dropped his head in embarrassment. "I was pretty horned all day long."
"What about Adam Rove?"
"Adam?"
"I've heard you and mom and your sister talk about him. Even if he's a stoner, he might be good protection, and maybe not so straight-laced as Ben."
"Well...I'll sure give it a try. Thanks Kevin."
"No problem."
He put his arm around Kevin's shoulder. "And I'm glad of something else too."
"What's that?"
"You know how this afternoon when I did it to you and swallowed it, you said there was a part of you planted in me?"
"Yeah."
"Well now there's a part of me planted in you."
"No there isn't."
"Why?"
"Because I never swallowed yours; I spit it out."
So Luke hurried down to breakfast, glad to see that his bone was down. His balls felt good. Maybe things would get back to normal.
He sat across the table from Kevin. He didn't want any chance with any pills. Kevin gave him a mischievous grin.
"Did you have fun last night?"
"Huh?" It always bothered Luke when Kevin tried to sound mysterious.
His mother turned from the stove. "Luke, did you go out?"
"No, mom. I think Kevin's making some sort of joke." He glared at Kevin who simply looked away with an innocent grin.
When breakfast was over, Luke headed off to school. Crossing the campus, he blended in with everyone else and the day seemed normal. Until he got inside the building, that is.
A group of 6 or 7 guys were hanging out around the bulletin board in the mail hall. As Luke approached he could hear them arguing, saying things like "For $50 I could do that," and another guy asking, "How do you know it's for real?"
Luke would have hurried by, but one of them called to him with a knowing grin, "Hey Girardi, have you had your picture made yet?" The others burst out laughing.
"What? For the yearbook?"
They all laughed again, and pointed to a notice which said, "$50 cash for a picture of LGB for the Underground Yearbook. No questions asked. For information log on our website" and it gave an address.
"The Underground Yearbook? What's that? I never heard of it." Luke was puzzled.
"It's a new site that just got started on the net. Only been up a day or two. They want pictures that can't be used in the real school yearbook. You know, like a picture of LGP."
There was laughter again, and after Luke asked "What's an LGB" they went wild.
Since they didn't act like they were going to explain, he hurried on. Going down the hall, he saw several people who burst out laughing as he went by. He wondered if someone had stuck some sort of "kick me" sign on him, but he couldn't feel it if they had.
Then he saw Ben. Ben grabbed him and said, "Did you see all that?"
"Yes, but I don't understand. What's an LGB?"
"It stands for Luke Girardi's Bone."
Luke turned three shades of red. "What? That's awful. What got all that started?"
"So many guys have seen you walking around with that enormous hard on, and so finally someone started taking bets on its size. I told you yesterday everybody was talking about it. And someone started a web site called The Underground Yearbook for stuff like that that bone of yours. They'll pay $50 for a picture of it. And you know how guys always need extra cash. You're a marked man, Luke."
"I'm certainly not going to let anybody take a picture of me like that."
"You wouldn't have much choice if they got you down and stripped you buck naked and took pictures. And I guarantee for $50 there's a bunch of guys who would be willing."
For Luke the three guys from yesterday were enough of a threat, but now he had this to worry about as well.
"How many people know about this?"
"Lots of guys. I don't know how many girls know yet, but some guy is sure to tell his girl and the word will get around."
Luke got panicky. "Can we get that notice off the board?"
"No, the glass door is locked. Somebody must have stolen a key and put the note up, and nobody has the nerve to tell the Assistant Principal about it and get the door unlocked."
"Mr. Price? I sure wouldn't want to mess with him."
The tardy bell was about to ring. Luke and Ben went in different directions for first period. Luke got into his World History class and sat down. Students were still coming in, some talking and laughing, others looking at Luke and giggling. He tried to see if any girls were laughing at him yet.
Adam Rove passed by and leaned over to ask, "You want some backup in case there's a problem?"
Luke remembered his brother's suggestion, and said he would.
"Meet me in the boy's bathroom down the hall when first period is over."
"Why there? Why not in a corner of the library. Or couldn't we just talk in the hall?"
"You want me to watch your back, don't you?"
"Yes, but -"
He could feel the warmth of Adam's breath as he leaned close to Luke's ear. "Then don't argue. Meet me there at the end of first period...or else you'll be hanging alone out there in the wind, man."
The teacher began to call the class to order. Adam gave him one last look. "Be there. I mean it. It's OK."
Luke wasn't too sure about that. It seemed like bathrooms had been his big undoing lately. But what other choice did he have?
(End of part 3). Comments and reactions are appreciated. Bart384@yahoo.com