It's Not Easy Being a Tree
Chapter 14
Shit! Shit! Shit!

Have I ever fucked up! It’s three in the morning and I’m still wide awake. Jon
came in around midnight and went straight to bed. Fifteen minutes later, he jerked
off and fell asleep. I’m now lying here listening to him snore.

I can’t believe I accidentally showed my face. I should have been more careful
when I placed the cam back on the computer. It seemed to be aiming in the right
direction. Boy, was I ever wrong!

There I was, before over fifty guys, showing them who I was. It wouldn’t have
been so bad, a lot of guys show their faces all the time, but someone recognized
me. Who the hell is Bidad36 anyway? He’s been like stalking me ever since I
started going into the chat room.  A lot of times when I entered, he’d come online
and start chatting with me. I really didn’t mind. I just figured he was some old guy
who likes younger guys. Nothing wrong with that,  I guess. After all, he did think I
was at least eighteen.

Now, though, I’m scared shitless. Who is he? He has to be one of Dad’s friends. He’
s probably one of the guys Dad talks to at the football games on Friday night. I’ve
probably seen him a hundred times and didn’t realize he was the guy who jacks off
while watching me on cam. It freaks me out.

I was already uncomfortable knowing Connor was watching me. It was exciting,
but strange having your brother’s best friend watching you jerk off. I was beginning
to enjoy it, but now this happened. There’s no way that I can go back into the chat
room until I know who Bidad36 is.

Okay, what do I know about him? He’s got a big cock and a hairy body. That
doesn’t do me any good. He could be anyone since I’ve never seen any older guys
naked. His name, BiDad36, tells me he’s probably in his 30’s. Maybe it’s one of my
father's employees. I’ve been to his job a few times, so any of the guys he works
with could have recognized me.

The thing that has really weirded me out is that he is probably married. I guess
Bidad means he’s bisexual with kids. That’s too freaky. If he’s married with kids,
then why is he asking guys my age to suck his dick? Doesn’t his wife do that for

So if he’s a friend of my father, he’s married and has kids, then he’s not going to
tell my dad that he saw me jack off in a chat room. Right? Makes sense. He’s
surely not going to want his wife to know what he’s doing. Right?

So, I’m safe, right?

Connor and Ross were quiet when they got in Jon’s car when he picked them up.
Connor glanced quickly at me, and Ross asked how I was, but nothing more was
said. Jon tried to get Connor to talk about the upcoming game, but he wasn’t too

“What?” Jon laughed as he looked in the rear view mirror at Ross. “Your
grandmother die or something? You guys are about as exciting as watching spiders
crawling up a wall.” He laughed and looked over at Connor. I couldn’t see from
where I was sitting, but I was pretty sure he’d rolled his eyes at Jon. We rode the
rest of the way in silence.

When we stopped in front of the school to let me out, Connor got out of the car and
waited on me. Ross climbed out of the back seat and sat in the passenger’s seat up
front. Jon gave Connor a puzzled look when he waved him off and headed into the
building with me.

“He’s going to wonder what’s up,” I remarked to Connor as he held the door open
for me to enter the front door.

“Forget Jon,” Connor replied as he grabbed my arm and stopped me after we’d
walked about ten feet. “Who’s this Bidad guy?” he asked worriedly.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“But he seemed to know you when he saw your face.”

“I can’t believe I showed my face,” I moaned.

“You don’t have a clue who he is?” Connor was staring intently into my face.

“I don’t know,” I insisted. “The only thing I can think of is he may be a friend of my

“Then he won’t tell your father.” Connor sighed with relief.

“He couldn’t,” I replied. “He’s doing the same thing we are. How could he?”

“You just gotta be careful, Woody.” He looked worriedly at me. “There are some
real weirdoes out there.”

Connor patted me on my back. “We gotta stop camming for a while.  Let’s wait and
see if anything comes of this.” I nodded my head. Connor started grinning broadly.  
“I guess we’ll have to find another way to get together.” He licked his lips and let
his eyes drop to my crotch. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching.

“Yeah,” I grinned back. I looked down at his crotch. He put his hands inside his
shorts and wrapped them around his dick.

“You’d better stop,” I laughed. “Someone’s going to see you.”

He looked around the hall. “I can’t help it,” he said as he continued to squeeze his
cock inside his shorts. “You make me horny as hell.”

“Shut up,” I giggled. I looked up at the clock. “I have to get to class.”

Connor put his hand on my back as we started to walk down the hall. “Just let me
know if you hear from that Bidad guy. Okay?” I nodded as Connor walked me to
my locker.

Jeff was waiting for me. He grinned and slightly nodded his head as he watched us
approach with Connor’s arm around me.

“Hey,” Connor said smilingly. Jeff glanced down at Connor’s crotch. “Have a fun
weekend?” I looked over at Connor as he wiggled his eyebrows. At first I was
afraid that he’d get mad if he knew I’d told Jeff who Indyboi was, but he probably
figured that I’d tell him anyway. After all, he knew it was Jeff with me.

“Yeah,” replied Jeff. “Never better.” I looked around the hall to see if anyone was
watching. Jeff looked  like he was read to pounce on Connor and rip his clothes off
right in the hall. If he had, Connor probably wouldn’t have stopped him.

Connor patted me on my back. “I better get to my locker.” He looked over at Jeff.
“See you guys later.” He bumped fists with Jeff, and then walked away.

“Jesus,” Jeff hissed softly as he leaned in towards me. “Did you and Connor do
something without me?”

I rolled my eyes. “No,” I replied. “Not like you’re thinking anyway.”

“Did you cam without me?” He pouted.

I took a few books out of my locker that I would need for my morning classes.
“About that.” I stopped when the student next to me walked up and opened his
locker. I closed mine and walked away. Jeff scurried to catch up with me.

“About that what?” he asked. “Did you guys do it again?”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby restroom. After making sure we
were alone, I explained to him what had happened the night before.

“I’m sure it will be okay,” he assured me. “I saw a lot of guys faces the other night.
Doesn’t seem to be a big deal.”

“But,” I reminded him, “I’m only sixteen.”

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. “I still don’t see where it’s going to be a big problem.
Your profile said you were eighteen. How will they know, anyway?”

“Bidad knows,” I said. “If he recognized me, then he has to know how old I really

“I still don’t think it will be a problem.” He again assured me. “If he tells on you,
he’ll be telling on himself. People will think he’s a perv for chatting with young
guys. Anyway, he’s probably worried you’ll find out who he is.”

I nodded my head. “You’re probably right. I never thought about that.” Just then
another boy entered the restroom. Jeff and I turned and washed our hands. When
we were done, we headed to our homeroom.

Something happened during biology that made me nervous. Mr. Dewberry gave us
a pop quiz on the homework assignment we had over the weekend. Biology isn’t
my strongest subject. In fact, I struggle through it.

I’d been working on the quiz for about five minutes, trying to remember what I’d
read. So much had happened over the weekend, so I had hurried through the
assignment. It contained twenty multiple choice questions on single cell and multi-
celled organisms. I had just gone down the page marking any answer. I was
doodling on my paper waiting for Mr. Dewberry to collect the quiz. I was going to
just chalk it up as another low grade.

Mr. Dewberry was strolling around the room as we worked quietly. Occasionally,
he’d stop and answer a question. He stopped beside me and looked down at my
paper. It appeared he was scanning the answers  I’d written down. He walked
behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I became nervous as he began to gently massage my shoulders. He leaned down
and said softly, “Didn’t get any studying in this weekend, did you?” I could smell his
stale cologne as I shrugged my shoulders, hoping he’d remove his hand.

He removed one hand, leaned down close to me and pointed to the third question
on the test. I looked down as he pointed to the letter C. My answer had been A.  
I erased A, and then marked my answer C. He repeated this several more times.  
I couldn’t believe the teacher was giving me the correct answers for a quiz. He
continued, however, to keep his hand on my right shoulder, gently squeezing it
occasionally. When we had reached the end of the test, he patted me on my
shoulder and walked away. I quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone had
noticed. Everyone seemed to be still working on the test.

I watched Mr. Dewberry as he paced around the room. I don’t know why, but
my eyes focused on his crotch. It was the first time I think  I’d ever stared at a
teacher’s dick. When I looked up, Mr. Dewberry was smiling at me.

My heart started pounding inside my chest. Mr. Dewberry is Bidad36!

He’s about Dad’s age. He’s married and he has kids. And he just gave me the

answers. I had never
seen him help a student during a test.

And the whole time he’d helped me, he kept one hand on my shoulder, gently
massaging it. I started to feel sick. I even looked to see where the wastebasket
was in case I had to jump up and hurl. Mr. Dewberry was Bidad36. He had to be.
Everything fit. I remembered back to when I was in summer camp and he was my
counselor. He always insisted that I call him Nathan since then. He had always
made a point to talk to me in church, but I never thought anything strange about it.

If Mr. Dewberry is Bidad36, then he’s seen me naked and jacking off. My face
started to redden as I thought about the past few days. I’d also seen Mr. Dewberry
naked. I’d seen his cock! He’d even asked me to suck it on numerous occasions.
Now that he knows I’m ElmerFudd, he may just try to get me to do it!

“All right, class,” he announced loudly. “I’m going to collect the tests now. Make
sure you put your name on it.” I quickly glanced down to make sure I’d signed
mine. He walked around the room collecting the tests. When he came to my desk,
he stopped and reached down for the test. When he did, his cock was just inches
from my face. He stood, looked down briefly at me and smiled before moving on to
the next desk.

I wanted to run from the room. I now wished Bidad36 had been one of Dad’s
friends. But Mr. Dewberry? He’s my teacher. It’s just wrong that he’s seen me
stroking my dick and cumming. And I’ve seen him do it do. Jesus. I even got a
hard and shot a load watching him once. That’s…that’s…just wrong!

I tried to avoid looking at him as he lectured. I kept my head down and took notes.
Notes!  It’s the first time all year I did it in his room. Mrs. Chapman expected us to
on occasion, and so did Mr. Montgomery, my history teacher. But Mr. Dewberry
usually gave us handouts for things we needed to study. I was taking notes so that
I wouldn’t have to look up at him.

When the bell rang, I tried to avoid him by walking over to the far wall nearest the
door. As I was getting ready to exit, he called out my name. “Woody, may I see
you a minute?”

I wanted to leave, but I was too afraid. My heart was pounding inside my chest as I
walked over to his desk. I didn’t even look up as he spoke to me. “You obviously
didn’t know the material for the quiz.”

I looked down at the floor as I muttered, “No, Sir.” I lifted my head to glance
quickly around the room to see if anyone else was around. I was afraid to be alone
with him.

“Perhaps you should stop by after school so I can tutor you.” Any other time I
would have thought nothing of his request. Teachers are always volunteering to
remain after school to help students who are having trouble. However, I knew why
he was suggesting I stop by- and it had nothing to do with tutoring me.

“I’ll do better,” I assured him. “I don’t think I’ll need any extra help.”

His voice became sterner as he said, “Perhaps you should anyway.” I was relieved
when I looked over at the door to see students from his next class entering.

“I have to go, Mr. Dewberry,” I said hurriedly. “I’ll be late for my next class.” I
didn’t wait for a reply. I pulled my book bag over my shoulder and rushed from the

I was scared. Now that Mr. Dewberry knew I was gay, I wasn’t sure what he would
do. There was no way I could avoid him the rest of the year. Changing teachers  
wasn’t an option. Counselors hardly ever made schedule changes this late in the
year without a good reason. I couldn’t go into Mrs. Delbert’s office and ask for
another biology teacher because my present one saw me jerking off in a chat room.

I had gotten myself into a mess. Little did I know when I registered on that site
that it would lead to me being recognized by two people. I had become used to
Connor watching me. It was even exciting. At first I was afraid when I discovered
that he was Indyboi91. However, after talking to him and Ross, I knew my secret
was safe.

However, Mr. Dewberry’s discovery that I was ElmerFudd could be dangerous. I
didn’t know where this could lead. Since he’s my teacher, I’m sure he isn’t going to
do anything to jeopardize his job. I’ll just have to try to avoid him. If I have to, I’ll
just fail his class and repeat it in summer school. Hopefully, he  won’t teach it then.

Something else was also bothering me. If Connor and Mr. Dewberry are in the chat
room, are there more people who may have recognized me? Most of the guys are
older, but what if someone else from my school saw me? There are several guys
my age who come into the room and watch. Most of them don’t say anything.
However,  I’ve seen their ages in their profiles. A few say they are eighteen. What
if they are younger and used a fake ID like I did to enter?

Great! Now I’ll have to always wonder if the next guy coming down the hallway
saw my face and he now knows I’m ElmerFudd.

I was glad that my sixth period computer science teacher was absent. She gave us
a handout and told us to work quietly on it. That meant that the class was talkative
and rowdy. I spent most of the period laughing at other students’ antics.

When school ended, I hurried to my locker, put my books away and headed out the
building. As usual, Kate was waiting outside for me.

“Hey,” she said smilingly as she wrapped her arm around mine. “How were your
afternoon classes?” She laughed when I told her about the computer science
teacher’s absence.

“We had her second period,” she explained. “Some of the guys started playing
poker, and she didn’t even see them.”

“Today was a waste,” I sighed. Kate tightened her grip on my arm.

“You okay, Woody?” She looked at me worriedly. “You didn’t seem yourself at
lunch, and now you seem like something’s bothering you.”

I laughed nervously. “Got a year?”

“So something is wrong?” she asked. “Is it Jeff?”

“No,” I laughed, “It’s not Jeff.” I wish it had been him. At least I’d know what to do.

“Why don’t you go home with me and we can talk about it?”

“I’m not sure it will do any good,” I replied sadly. Just then Dad pulled up in his
truck and honked his horn. He gave me a curious look when he saw Kate’s arm
wrapped around mine.

“Hold on,” I said to her as I pulled away and ran over to the truck.

“Is it okay if I go home with Kate?” I pointed to Kate who was standing about
twenty feet away. He looked surprised when I told him I was going to go home
with a girl.

He looked at Kate and then back at me. “She’s a pretty thing.” He then wiggled his

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not what you think.”

“Just be careful,” he warned. “Like I told Jon when he started dating Debbie, I’m
too young to be a grandfather.”

“Jesus, Dad!” I squealed as my face turned several shades of red. “We’re just going
to her house to work on a homework assignment.”

He started laughing. “Yeah, right.” He looked back at Kate. “I’m sure you’ll be
studying more than homework.” He laughed again loudly as he pulled away.

I turned and headed back over to Kate. “What did he say?” She wrapped her arm
around mine as we started walking down the sidewalk toward her house.

“He thinks we’re going back to your place to have sex,” I laughed. Her eyes
widened, and then we both broke out in laughter.

“Not likely,” she giggled as we continued walking.

Her mother was home when we arrived. I was hoping she’d be at work because I
really needed to talk to someone. I trusted Kate and I knew she wouldn’t tell
anyone what we discussed.

“Hello, Woody.” Kate’s mother greeted us with a smile. I said a polite hello and
then sat down beside Kate at the table. “How was school, Kids?”

Kate looked at me and rolled her eyes. “It’s school, Mom. It’s not the same as it
was when you went to that one-room school house.” I started snickering.

“At least we learned something,” she replied as she went to the refrigerator, took
out a carton of milk and poured it into three glasses. “We didn’t sit around listening
to that Lady Go Go on our phone.”

“It’s Lady Ga Ga,” Kate informed her mother. “And I don’t like her.”

Her mother placed the glasses milk and a plate of cookies before us. “Ga Ga, Go
Go, who cares. We at least learned something.”

Kate looked over at me and winked, “Yeah, things like Abraham Lincoln was the
president.” I almost fell from my chair laughing when her mother removed her
slipper and tossed it at Kate.

“Let’s go, Woody,” Kate huffed as she picked up the glasses and plate of cookies.
“See how she abuses me.” I had to duck when her mother tossed her other shoe at

“Okay, shoot,” Kate said as we sat facing each other on her bed. “What’s bothering

I studied her face for a minute. I needed to talk about what was happening to me,
but how could I possibly explain it to Kate without her thinking I was one of the
horniest teens in the world? It was only two weeks earlier I was complaining how
boring my life was.

“Well?” she asked after I remained quiet.

“Okay.” I let out a deep sigh. “I gotta talk to someone, and I guess  you’re it.” She
giggled, but stopped when she realized something was really bothering me.

So I told her. She didn’t say a word as I explained how I’d joined the chat room so
I could watch a guy jerk off. Telling her how I’d gotten a webcam to let Indyboi
watch me was embarrassing, but again, she  didn’t say anything. She did glance
down at my crotch a few times, though.

Her eyes widened when I told her how Jeff and I had jerked off together on
Saturday night. She already knew we had had sex, so it wasn’t like I was telling
her anything she would find repulsive.

When I paused, I guess she thought I was finished. “You’ve been a busy little boy,
haven’t you,” she giggled. “I can’t believe shy, little Woody has been doing
everything you say    you’ve done.”

“Yeah, well..” I started to make some excuse about having over-active hormones,
but she stopped me.

“So you feel bad about what you’ve done?” She took my hands and gripped them.
“It just sounds like you were trying to have a little fun.” She giggled slightly before
adding, “Dirty little fun, but fun.”

“So you don’t think I’m some kind of a pervert?” She fell back on the bed and
started laughing.

“Duh,” she giggled. “Of course, you’re a perv. Jesus, Woody. Playing with yourself
and letting other guys watch.” She laughed louder. “It doesn’t get any pervier than
that.” She stopped laughing when she saw the serious look on my face.

“I haven’t told you the worst part yet,” I said.

Her eyes widened, “There’s more?” I nodded my head and told her how I’d
accidentally moved the camera and everyone in the room saw my face.

“So?” Kate replied. “They’re a bunch of pervs, too. I don’t see how that can be a

“I didn’t think so, either,” I replied, “but something happened fifth period that has
me scared.”

“What?” I then told her about Bidad36 and how he would watch me on cam. I
embarrassedly told her how I’d jerked off watching him.

“Is that all you boys do?” She giggled. She looked down at my crotch, “Play with

I wasn’t in the mood to laugh, so I told her about what had happened in Mr.
Dewberry’s class. I told her how he had rubbed my shoulder and then tried to urge
me to come to his room after school.

“Mr. Dewberry!” She shrieked. “Mr. Dewberry is your Bidad?”

I looked over at the closed door. “Would you shut up! Your mother is going to hear

She leaned toward me and spoke softly, “Mr. Dewberry is a perv?”

“Would you quit using that word,” I insisted.

“Well, you guys are,” she giggled.

“Come on, Kate,” I responded desperately. “What if he is Bidad? I’m scared what
he could do. What if he tries to get me to suck his dick?”

“Jesus, Woody,” she replied, “He wouldn’t do that, would he?”

“I don’t know. He asked me if I would several times when we were camming.” I
looked at her pleadingly. “What am I going to do?”

She shook her head. “When you fuck up, you fuck up, don’t you?”

“So what do I do?” She studied my worried face.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Have you told Jeff yet?” I shook my head.

“I’m afraid to,” I said nervously. “I don’t have a lot of friends at school, so Mr.
Dewberry must know that it was Jeff on cam with me Saturday.”

“Shit,” she muttered. “You’re right.”

“What if he says something to Jeff?” I asked. “Jeff has him third period.”

“You’d better have a talk with him,” she suggested. “Maybe you should talk to   
Mr. Calloway.”

“Calloway!” I shouted excited. Mr. Calloway was the school’s principal. I’d only
seen him in assemblies and heard his voice on the intercom when he’s making an
important announcement. He was a big, burly, black guy. He looked like he could
be on the defensive line of the Indianapolis Colts. From what I’d heard students say
who had to confront him, he wasn’t the friendliest guy. I had the impression he was
the kind of principal who viewed students as ‘the enemy.’

“There’s no way I’m going to go to Calloway,” I insisted. “Besides, what would I
say? One of your teachers is a pervert who likes jacking off on the internet. And
what do I say when he asks me how I know?”

“Good point,” Kate replied. She thought a moment before offering, “How about
your dad?”

“Good idea,” I responded as I rolled my eyes. “Hey Dad. I’ve got this teacher who
wants me to suck his dick because I was in a chat room and told him I wanted to.”

“You told Mr. Dewberry that?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I may have. You kind of forget what  you’
re saying. Besides, it’s just fun. No one takes it seriously.”

“Then why are you so worried?”

I sighed deeply. “Because it could be serious.” I looked at my watch.  “I’d better
get home. Mom’s probably got dinner ready.”  We got off the bed and Kate gave
me a hug.

“It will be all right, Woody,” she assured me.

“Right,” I replied sarcastically as I followed her out of her room.

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