Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 02:36:42 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Back to the Playground, 4 This is a story involving boy/boy, teen/boy, male/male graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. It explores themes which some readers may find offensive or disturbing. It's not meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to condone sex with minors. The character referred to as both Joe and Todd in chapter three, will be known as Joe Todd. Humble apologies from the author! Feedback: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Back to the Playground ~ chapter four by Biscuit I couldn't treat Skyler like Josh had treated me, but I couldn't quite leave him alone, either. Impossible. He rapidly became the highlight of my days as the autumn brought a new routine to my life. In the mornings I went downtown to see my shrink. From about ten o'clock to one o'clock I saw the teachers who did the homebound program. That wasn't too bad. Three different guys came to the house. Between them, they covered everything, trying to get me caught up to something vaguely resembling high school. What I did was let Skyler use me. The first few times I pretended that I didn't know what he was doing, like on the swing, and when he jumped me on the couch, in his towel. That changed, near the end of the summer. It happened when he found my hiding place between the playgrounds. He followed the smell of the joint I was smoking. Clever kid. "You know you can smell that stuff you're smoking," he told me. That's when I gave up the weed. I was running low and when I thought about trying to score some more, I knew I'd have to go back to one of the old hangouts to do it. What the fuck. I didn't like how Skyler was looking at the joint, sniffing at the air. I didn't say to myself that I was giving it up for him, but that's why I did it. I didn't like seeing that blond head of his wreathed in pot smoke. "Want to play a game?" he asked me, tugging at the grass near where I was stretched out in my lair. I'd pinched off the jay and destroyed the roach, thinking what a waste it was, but not wanting him to see me hide it. "Like what?" I asked him. "I don't know." I could see the wheels turning. I wondered if he'd been looking for his brown haired buddies. "I thought of a spaceship game." I must have looked doubtful, because he ripped the grass he was playing with impatiently and sort of launched himself up on his knees in my direction and sprinkled the torn grass bits on my chest. "That's the alien power stuff," he said. "It makes you like you're paralyzed, except if I say you can do something. Okay. We're on my ship now." "Wait a minute," I laughed. "I didn't say I was playing." His face and his whole body went into instant please-oh- please mode. Give the kid an oscar, those furrowed blond eyebrows and pooched lips were academy award material, not to mention his shoulders straining toward me. "Okay, okay. Start over," I said, trying not to laugh. "You better hit me with some more alien power stuff." "This is for real, now," he said, tugging up more grass. He sprinkled it over me. "We're on my ship." His voice had gotten quiet. "I never saw an earth person before," he almost whispered it, near my ear. He'd paralyzed me on my back with my knees up and I suddenly felt every uneven lump of soil and rock under me but I wasn't going to move. Then Skyler started touching me and I felt nothing else. His hands moved over my face, he held my jaw to turn me to peer at me like he'd never seen a human before. But I knew it was Skyler, freed by his game, staring at me, touching me. If I wasn't in love with him yet, I was well on my way. Who had ever looked at me with such rapt attention, such longing. There'd been a quality like it in the way Lauren used to play romance games with me. But Lauren's love had always been for the characters we were playing, an intensity inside him that he set free when we played. Not really directed at me, for who I am, or was. My cock started getting hard the minute Skyler had put his face near mine to whisper in my ear, but it was throbbing by the time he sat his warm ass on it, riding my hips. By then his eyes were almost dreamy looking, and I could the see the mini boner in his shorts. He lowered himself down and with his golden face right by my cheek, he said, "You can touch me now, okay. But you can't talk yet." Was he scared I'd tell him to stop? Jesus. He started rubbing himself on my dick, his head dropped on my chest. I could feel the heat of his flushed cheek right through my tee shirt. Looking down; his bright blond hair and the arch of his back, his rear end in motion against the tops of my thighs. Touch him. He wanted me to touch him. Oh God. His bare thighs were smooth in my hands. I circled one in each palm, sliding up them to where his shorts ended, getting under the cotton hems, feeling the edges of his underpants. Skyler was writhing and made a noise like a gasp. Then he started what I knew was the last assault right before he'd go off, and it was more than I could bear. I unloaded, hot and out of control, in my pants, fighting not to grab him tight and grind into his belly. For a little boy, he seemed to weigh a ton after he came, like all his molecules got heavier from popping off. I wouldn't have moved him for the world, though. I just laid there, squished in my own spunk, stroking his back until he was ready to get up. By then I had enough strength to help him off me. I couldn't pretend I didn't know what he was doing anymore. Even if he called it a game, or came up with different excuses to get on top of me. We didn't do that shit every time I saw him. And I saw him a lot. Before summer was over, he knocked at my door, some time or other, almost every day. Sometimes we just went for a walk, or watched TV. His mom had a woman there all morning who cleaned and was there to look after him. In the afternoons his brother was supposed to watch him, but he sometimes did, and sometimes didn't. Then school started, for him and me, and I suddenly had a life, of sorts. By the time his birthday came, Skyler had a definite idea of something he wanted from me. I kind of knew it was coming. He'd hinted. I'd resisted. Naked. He wanted to feel some skin. When I'd asked him a few weeks before, what he wanted for his birthday, he'd said, "Can I have anything I want?" "What do you think, I'm made of money?" I asked him, but I knew. Didn't have a damn thing to do with money. The look on his face was enough to tell me that. "Won't cost a penny," he teased me. "Forget it," I said. "That's not a birthday present kind of thing." Naked, to me, was dangerous. It was real sex, not just playing. So, I was fooling myself, but I needed some lines drawn. I told myself it was for his sake, but it was just as much for my own. How deep can you let yourself fall for a kid? To hear him make a big deal about turning eight, only made me more intensely aware of how young he was. So there we were, at my sister in law's table, with its thick protective table pads and heavy plastic and cloth cover. The expensive wood surface would only show its face at holidays. Skyler's plate of cakey thing was left half eaten and he came to me, where I was pulled up to the table so the edge was practically gouging my stomach; as if I could use it to hide from him. "I like it," he said, holding up his wrist with the watch on it. He got up close and cocked his knee up, leaning it on my thigh. He covered his watch with his fingers. "Guess what time it is," he said. "Ugh, you're breaking my leg," I said, pushing his knee off. He just grinned and put it back. "It's time to give me my real present," he said. Oh man. He'd been at me for ages to either let him in my pants or get my hand into his. How I resisted, I don't know. One of my lines was, "That's not a game." Brilliant. Or worse, "Don't be silly, that's grown up stuff." Right. For grown ups like me at six, with a room full of naked boys. At my initiation into that club, four of those seven boys shot their loads through my slippery fingers; my naked belly was coated with spunk. Philip and Lauren were too young to spurt, and Josh came, jerking off with me sitting on his dick. Afterwards, it was Philip who gave me a bath and got me off with his soapy fingers working between my legs. But Skyler. He was trying to worm his way on to my lap, knee first, like he could get into the no space by force of will. "It's my birthday, Brandy," he said, as if that meant I had to give in. He was pressed to my arm, his arms going around my neck. I got my arm around him, not looking at him, looking out the window. So dark out there already, at four o'clock. With the lights on inside you could hardly see anything but lights in the distance, downtown, miles away, and the impression of rain. I felt my heartbeat was hard in my chest, but not as hard as my dick was beating in my pants. Even so, I almost felt like crying. Just not a healthy kind of teenager. "Tell you what," I said, clearing my throat, feeling his head pushing at the side of my face. "You can have alien power of my hand, if you want, for a few minutes. You can do whatever you want to with it," I said. "For real?" he said, with emphasis, which meant, for real with his pants off, since I'd said before that alien power didn't mean naked. "Yep. Just this once, okay?" Like I even believed that myself. There was no way to turn back. I knew once I let him do it, I wouldn't be able to say no to doing it again. Here's the foolish way I managed to save my sanity. I closed my eyes. Like it was all right to touch his naked little boner if I didn't look at it. I cleared away his dish and went into the TV room with him. I didn't turn on the lights. We got on the couch and I waited. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispery sounds of his pants being pushed down his legs. It was kind of a shock when he got in my lap. I don't know what I'd thought he would do. But there he was, warm on my thighs, leaning back into my chest with his bare legs spread over me and his bare butt up up against my rigid dick. Oh Skyler. I held up my hand and he took it, pressed it over the silky hot skin of his hard little prick. There was barely room to grasp that shaft in my fingers it was so small, I used one finger and my thumb to grasp it; an exotic mushroom with a moist woody stem and small cap. Unreal and yet undeniably a cock. Nothing else feels the same as that blood hard flesh, no matter how small it is. Skyler was breathing hard and his whole body was restless on top of me. I could smell the little boy sex smell rising up from his warm naked crotch. I don't know how many times I made him come. Two, three times maybe, massaging that baby sprout. I gave him both of my hands for his birthday, until my inner clock told me we had to stop and cool down; be doing something calm and as normal as possible for awhile before his mom showed up. He didn't fight me on it when I kissed the top of his head and said it was done. I'd never needed to jerk off so bad in my life. I went to the bathroom, sending him to start on his homework. I came hard and fast into a wad of toilet paper and then I spent a long time splashing my face with water, trying not to look at myself in the mirror.