(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)