Luke's Secret Art Chapter 5 July 30, 2000
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read, is the creation of the author; it is fiction. Any similarities to real places, could be, because they are. This story, may contain sex described in a graphic manner, then again, I could leave that to your imagination. In any event, if you got this far you know the rules.
Words from our author: Yep, yep, it's me again. How the hell, have you all been? I want to thank you all for writing me, I enjoy the messages, too. I got one the other day, it read: "Are you the person who writes all those stories?" To which, I replied "Yes, I am one and the same." He then said, "I'm glad your better. Is it true?" I wondered what he meant, so I asked. "You mean the wrist and hand?" I was thinking he meant the injury I sustained. The long and short of it was, no he meant the stories. I told him the truth, these stories I write are fiction. While some of my work is based on actual events, some is not. I leave you the reader, to decide what is true and what isn't.
I was engrossed in the flickering flames, as they danced in the fireplace. The soft glow of the fire cascaded througout the cabin room. The crackling and popping of the wood burning were the only sounds I heard. I sat next to Travis, wondering what it was he wanted to ask. He asked me if I would answer a question, then let it drop. The subject lingered in my mind, I wanted to know what he was going to ask. I sat there curiouslypondering in silence, his hand still gently resting on my leg.
"You know, Luke? Does it seem like we've known each other forever to you? I don't know how to explain it, but it seems to me like I've known you all my life." Travis said, breaking the deafening silence.
"MM" I simply said, my mind was occupied with what he wanted to ask me. Suddenly it ocured to me, he had just asked me the question that was on his mind.
"Oh, man, I am so sorry. I was expecting some revelation kind of question. Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I was thinking the same thing earlier today." I finally said.
"Well, it was. Wasn't it? I mean, didn't it reveal something?" Travis asked me, while looking into my eyes.
"Yes, it was revealing. It wasn't what I expected, that's all." I answered, as honestly as I could.
"What were you expecting me to ask?" Travis asked, with those seductive green eyes of his.
Well, his eyes might not have been seductive, but I felt seduced when he looked at me. And those lips of his, too. It was with all this chatter going on in my brain, I had to think of my answer.
"I don't know." I said, rather lamely.
"Hmm, I see." Travis said, in a voice that suggested that he really didn't, as he raised his left hand to my side. Then he began to tickle me.
"Hahahha, p.p.. please...st.st...stop." I stuttered and stammered, through my uncontrollable fits of laughter. He had found my weakness, I am ticklish .
Travis moved, so his body was over mine; on the couch. He began tickling me on both my sides. I was flailing my legs and arms about, I couldn't help myself. He had me, right were I wanted to be. I began to feel aroused.
"Ah ha, I have you now. So, you going to tell me?" Travis chuckled as he pounced on my silly bones.
"Really,.....hehe...i.i.i.it...wa.wa.was noth.noth.nothing." I couldn't help myself, he had me chuckling so hard.
"Ok, you win. For now!" Travis responded, as he stopped his manhandling me; he smiled.
"I wished, I knew you all my life." I said to him, as I watched him he roll to my side again.
His blonde hair took on an orange tone from the fire. I could see his eyes, as they twinkled with the vibrancy of the darting flames. I couldn't peel my eyes from this gorgeous hunk. I wanted him; I wanted to feel my young warm body pressed against his. I just couldn't confess my want to him.
"You want to get up early tomorrow, so we can paint a sunrise?" Travis inquired, with a perplexed look on his boyish face.
"Oh, that's going to be so cool. To be at peace with nature and you." I couldn't resist dropping a hint. I looked at him intently, I wanted him to know how I felt. I couldn't verbalize it, I tried to express my feelings with my eyes.
"Then, we better get to bed. We'll let the fire burn down." Travis said, so directly.
I lay back into the sofa, I leaned my head on the back of it. I felt so fulfilled. I stared into the fireplace, at the glowing embers and flames. I wanted to sit with Travis, I was in no hurry for the fire to burn down. Let's just say, I was enchanted by the moment. I tiltled my head towards him, and let out a sigh.
"What? Are you tired?" Travis asked.
"Nope." Came, my one word answer.
"Just dazing?" He asked me.
"Mm hmm. Just dazing." I said, with a very relaxed tone.
We both remained there at least another hour before the fire was just smoldering coals. Both our heads leaning towards the other's, seemingly content with our thoughts. From time to time, I would steal a glance of Travis's face. I could feel him as he pushed his weight off the couch.
"Well, I'll use the bathroom first. It isn't big enough for the two of us. Is it?" Travis asked, his eyes locked on mine.
"Sure there is." I tried my best to put a certain amount of innocence in my statement. I wondered, was that a hint? Did he want me to argue, that there wasn't enough room? I began to stand, "Look at how small I am, I don't take up much room." I finished with.
Hey, I'd just discovered him, and I wanted to be around him as much as possible. I dreamt of seeing him unclad, and free before my eyes. What did you expect from me? I was your typical fifteen year old: horny as hell. I'll tell you this, I didn't walk slowly but practically ran to get my toiletries and bed clothes. You know, a fresh pair of underwear, that's all I wear to bed. If I wasn't mistaken, Travis was rather hurried as well.
We both stood in the bathroom, wearing just our undershorts. I couldn't help but stare at the front of his boxers, where his package was hidden. I imagined what it looked like. Oh, did I imagine. Then, as if my prayers were answered, he took it out to take a leak. It was beautiful! All three inches of soft manhood and less than three feet from me. I decided, if he could pee in front of me, I could do the same. I pulled my briefs down to expose my own flaccid member. We pissed in the toilet together, we began a bubble contest, you know we tried to see who could make the most bubbles. We both burst out laughing.
"You're a nut, but I can't help but like you." Travis said, between his guffaws.
"Me, too. I can't help liking me, too." I laughed.
We both lied in our beds, the room was only lit by the moon light. I could see the outline of Travis's body in his bed. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to caress him. I could feel my dick start to engorge with blood. I reached my right hand down to my little friend, ever so carefully so as not to draw attention. I stroked my cock gently, under the covers of the bed and darkness.
"Good Night, Luke. Thank you for coming with me." Travis whispered to me.
"Nite, buddy. I wouldn't have missed it." I said to him.
I don't know how long we remained awake before Mr. Sandman did his thing. I do know that the sleep was pleasant. I woke the next morning feeling so refreshed, then I remembered we were going to paint. I could hardly wait to jump from the bed so Travis and I could be together, awake with Mother Earth. I couldn't contain myself, I couldn't wait to express myself in my painting.
I got out of bed to dress. I looked over at Travis. The sun hadn't come up yet, but the sky had lightened up with anticipation of the dawn, he was sleeping peacefully. His body looked so perfect in the sheets. He had such definition to his chest and muscles. I stood there and watched him, before I realized it, I was sitting on the edge of his bed.
I had to feel his soft, smooth skin; I couldn't help myself. I reached my hands to his torso, I gently placed my hands, palm down, on his chest. I wanted to feel his warmth, I just had to touch him. I slowly moved my hands around his chest.
"Travis, you awake?" I said, as I caressed his tender body.
"MMMM" He said, as he rose his chest to meet my circling hands. His nipples became erect.
I turned my gaze to his privates, which were under the sheets, I could see the outline of his hard-on. 'Holy shit,' I thought to myself as I studied the bulge, 'he's huge, at least seven inches hard.' Hey, I couldn't help it. I just did what came naturally to me. I kept up my massage.
"You going to get up?" I asked him, hoping he'd take his time.
"Yep, in a minute." Came his reply, and did I hear another moan?
He got up, a short time later. We both dressed, I watched his every move while we did. We had a bowl of cold cereal for breakfast. When we had filled our stomachs, we ventured out to the trail. Both of us had back packs filled with art supplies, we each carried our own. The morning air was cold and damp. The air had that fresh crispness to it, I could feel my nose run.
It took us about twenty minutes to reach our perch. The same spot Travis had pointed out the day before. We looked off the mountain we were on, and over to the reservoir. The sun rise was brilliant with colors. There were pinks and oranges, violets and blues. I could see yellows and golds, all the colors of the rainbow and then some. I had never seen such a perfect creation. I had to capture it on the canvass in front of me. There was some fresh fallen snow, from the afternoon before, the limbs on the trees were trimmed in white. You could see the sun light, glisten off the snowy branches. It was breath taking, to say the least. Although, the cold air could have been what took my breath away, I suspect it was Travis doing that.
We stayed on the hillside for a few hours, both of us painting the spectactular view. I would look to Travis's painting from time to time, he was a little better at painting than I. After all, I was better at sea scapes. I caught Travis checking out my work, too.
My feet and legs had gone numb, I didn't know if it was from the cold, or lack of movement. I stood for a moment and said, "You almost ready?"
"Yeah, you cold?" He asked, actually with a little interest in his tone.
"Very." Was my simple reply.
We packed up our things and headed back down the trail to the cabin. I realized how little time we had left together. I wanted to savor each and every moment alone with Travis. The trek back down was a lot slower than the journey up.
"You want to run into town for a late breakfast, before we pack up to leave?" His voice asked.
"Nah, let's pack our things and take them with us. No sense in coming back to the cabin just to pick up our things." I answered him. Then I wondered, 'What did he want to go back to the cabin for?'
"I just thought it would be nice to sit in the cabin alone again, you know kind of like a relaxation moment before we begin the drive back to Boston." Travis explained.
"OK, I guess that makes sense." I said to him, after all I didn't drive, so I had no idea how taxing that could be. I couldn't help but hope he had alterior motives.
"I'll race you back to the cabin, last one there has to buy the food." Travis yelped as he started running down the hill.
I was at his heels, right on his heels.
Well, there you have it. I hope you are enjoying Luke's journey so far. E-mail me if you are, or even if you aren't, at Justin69SK@aol.com or IM me. Thanks to my editor, Joseph for all he does to help.