Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 00:08:04 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: willow, chapter four This is a story involving teen/boy, adult/youth, 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's not meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to condone sex with minors. These people aint real. Feedback: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Willow ~ chapter four by Biscuit Leon must have felt my hard dick stabbing at his hip. He was relaxing, and I was pretending to relax; my head on his shoulder, smelling both his breath and his armpit, and wondering how the hell I was ever going to get out of there. Willow, on Leon's chest, wouldn't even look at me. All I could see of him was his shiny black hair, his head turned away. Nobody was going anywhere until Leon had done with his afterglow and holding us. His hand was on my ass, petting me in an absent way. "You're a good kid, Tom," he said, taking a big pinch of my ass cheek. He chuckled, "And that's some pecker you're jabbing me with." He was stirring. He kissed the top of Willow's head. "I'm gonna treat your boy friend right, baby," he said. He turned, letting Willow down into the covers on the other side of him, and got on his belly, scooting down lower in the bed. He was propped on his elbows and tossed his head to flip his hair onto his back, looking over at me. "Come on up here," he said, stroking the pillow. "Park your buns right here." Oh God, I thought, torn between excitement and fear. I almost lost my hardon I was so nervous about having that big head between my legs. My cock shot up rock hard, though, when he wound his big tongue around it. My legs were spread wide and I felt like some kind of human sacrifice. Totally exposed. I won't say it didn't feel good, because it did. Really, really, good. It just wasn't what I wanted. I wanted Willow. His mouth dwarfed me. It was like having my crotch pulled through a car wash. I closed my eyes, not liking to see how easily my precious dick disappeared between those whiskered lips. I felt his beard rasping my thighs and even scratching at my butt. He sucked so hard it felt like he was going to suck my balls right off my body and down his throat. I shot off fast and hard, like he was suctioning the spunk right out of my balls. Then, because he was Leon, he blew a big raspberry on the inside of my thigh, making me jump and burst into giggles, which hurt, since I didn't have enough breath for it. I fell off that pillow to the side, trying to get away from him. Jesus, I thought, if he does that to Willow, the kid might lose his dick altogether. Willow's cock! I saw it but I didn't get to touch it. Man, did I hate seeing it swallowed up in Leon's lips. It was so little! Like a peanut in the shell, only the shell was smooth. It had a button of a mushroom at the tip of it that made my mouth water. Underneath was the tiniest pouch I'd ever seen. I could have looked at it forever, but I didn't get the chance. Sucking us off was like Leon's dessert. Lying on his belly, having us lie on the pillow, first me and then Willow. He licked that boy's crotch from stem to stern. His tongue was way bigger than Willow's cock. I don't even know if he came. His peanut looked the same to me, before and after Leon's was done with him. The man left a big warm valley in the middle of the bed when he got up. He pulled the covers up over us and bent down to pet his boy's cheek. "You hang out with your buddy, sweetheart. I'll make the coffee. Then I gotta shower." His other hand smacked at my ass and then he was up and striding away from us. A giant with a mane of silver hair. Leon seemed to think that by leaving us there together under that cover that Willow and I would just somehow fall into each other's arms or something. I don't know how he failed to notice how indifferent, even contemptuous of me that boy was. It felt good to be in the warm spot of Leon's body heat, toasty with the rain still spattering the windows and I curled up on my side to look at Willow, wishing I could cuddle him. From the side, his cheek looked chubby, though it wasn't. The shape was rounded and his skin looked smoother than anything. At that moment I wished that Willow's mouth had never touched anybody's dick, even Leon's, and felt a lash of self hatred for wanting it myself. He was so close, if I just reached out a little bit I could be touching him. My dick got hard again. The taboo he'd laid on me about not touching him was so strong that I didn't dare reach across those few inches between us. I wrapped my hand around my own warm stick instead, and just looked at him. His eyes were on his Daddy. "Six scoops," Willow called out, and I realized he was watching Leon making coffee and didn't trust trust him to do it himself. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, bambino." I got a brief sideways glance from him, and I could almost feel him thinking -- you, still here? Then he turned toward me, his hand questing under the cover and finding my bent leg. I shivered when it ran up my thigh and closed over the end of my dick. He gave it a soft twist and leaned close to my face. I can't describe the difference between being touched by Leon and touched by Willow. In spite of having come not twenty minutes before, those tiny fingers on my prick made me lightheaded with pleasure. In a whisper so low that I didn't even feel his breath from an inch away, he said, "Don't ever tell." His eyes, seen from up close were a marvel to me. I couldn't get enough of seeing the exotic shape of his eyelids, and his thick sweeping lashes. "Never," I swore, trying to be just as quiet. And then he disappeared under the cover. Whatever misgivings or self hatred I'd had moments before, evaporated as soon as his mouth touched me. He didn't even have to suck. His mouth wasn't on me for more than a minute. I felt the warm wetness, the little tongue and soft insides of his cheeks and started coming in blissful waves. Their cottage door was securely shut and locked for the rest of the summer. Willow made sure of it. No more unplanned visits to his and Leon's bed. There were a few times that Leon more or less invited me in and Willow tolerated my presence. Mostly I was relegated to the beach. Either before he and Leon went out to the flea market or after they got home. A few times I got to go out there with them. I saw how people couldn't resist buying things from Willow. Then I saw where he got all his books from. Lots of people sell old books at a flea market and they're cheap. And then there was a big set up, one he told me was there every weekend. There, he bought big bags full. "You really going to read all this shit?" I asked him. "Just carry the bag," he said, using me like a shopping cart. It was Oliver who'd taught him to read, very young. He might have been as young as three. Leon never would have bothered, I'm sure, though he encouraged him and it amused him to see Willow with his nose stuck in a book. Oliver had taught him, but severely limited what books he could read. Now he read anything and everything that piqued his interest and Leon bought him all the books he wanted, even new ones that he couldn't find at the flea markets. Willow would have walked over hot coals for Leon, just for that. Throughout that summer he put up with me, at least that's how it seemed to me. He let me just so close, and no closer. But he almost always came outside when I showed up on the beach in front of the cottage. We walked. We played fetch with Sprinkles. When it got warmer, we swam in the bay. And a few times a week he turned my knees to jelly. They didn't come back the following summer, even though Leon had said they would. It was like I'd dreamt them. There was a woman in their cottage and I wondered sometimes if she was Leon's sister, the one with the bead business from New York. I got my mom to take me out to the flea market a couple of times, thinking maybe they were just staying somewhere else. There was no sign of them. I knew for sure they weren't around when I asked the guy who had the biggest book stall if he'd seen the little Chinese boy who'd always bought bags of books. He knew exactly who I meant, and said no, Leon and Willow hadn't been around. Things had gone much better for me at school that year. I had friends by the time that summer rolled around. Sports and girls had saved me. I wasn't a great basketball player but I was good enough for the guys on my team to like me. And then there were girls. The girls in the sixth grade were crazy for me. And the feeling was mutual. I liked boys. I liked girls. At around that age the girls were easier. They seemed smarter than the guys in my class and they were a lot more friendly and interested in fooling around. I'd hold still and let them pet me while the other guys were still acting like animals. I had a monopoly going for awhile there. Later on in life the girls got wise to me. They wanted something more than an affectionate companion and looked for for that rutting animal thing from guys that hadn't been so appealing back when they were twelve years old. I wasn't as lonely that summer as I'd been the summer before. I still thought about Willow and Leon, a lot. But there were things to do and a year is a long time at that age. The next summer, when I was thirteen, they came back and I didn't even know it until the middle of June. I didn't see Willow on the beach because I didn't go wandering the way I used to. I didn't look for him because I didn't think he'd be there. I was hanging out in the middle of town one night with a bunch of kids I knew. There was a grassy area with benches in front of the town hall where we almost always met up. Not always the same times, not always the same kids but by dark there would be a bunch of us. I remember there was a girl I liked, who I was sitting with, and I was thinking about whether or not to ask her to take a walk with me out on the beach. I was feeling her leg, working myself up to say something, when I heard one of the girls make a big ooohing sound. "Oh my God," she said to her friend, "did you see that little boy, so cute, like a doll!" My head whipped around, searching. And sure enough, a ways down the street I saw, not him, but the unmistakable towering form of Leon. Hawaiian shirt, silvery pony tail and all. "I gotta go," I said. The girl I was sitting with looked at me like I'd lost my mind. One minute I'd had my hand edging up the inside of her leg and the next it was like she didn't exist. I looked at her baffled face, mumbling, "I think I just saw an old buddy of mine, I got to check it out." And I was out of there. I knew Willow had to be with him, but God, I had to see him with my own eyes. I caught up with them in the town parking lot. Leon had a case of beer under his arm. That's what they must have come in town for. He had the back of the van open. I could see in the overhead lights of the parking lot that the back of it was as jammed up with stuff as ever. I caught Willow staring right at me with a look that was about as close to happiness as I'd ever seen on his face. Then he dragged his eyes away and when he looked back, he was a model of indifference. Both of us had grown like weeds, he'd probably shot up a foot, but still didn't reach my chin. His hair was pulled back in a tail, like Leon's, but the front was still cut across his brows. No wonder girls melted when he walked by. I was damn near a puddle myself, except for the very, very rigid bar of heat in the front of my jeans. "Hey handsome," Leon laughed, "don't I know you? Damn. Lookin' good, Tommy." He swung the back door of the van shut and reached out to pull the world's oldest, stupidest trick. The one where you point at somebody's chest, they look down and while they're doing it you get a teasing swipe in at their chin or nose. Leon got me to look down, then he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me right into his belly, laughing at me. "Where you been, sport? You trying to break my little boy's heart?" Willow looked away, to demonstrate just how disconnected Leon was from reality. But I felt a lump in my throat, flashing back on that open look when he'd first seen me. What if Leon wasn't a total idiot and Willow had been hoping to see me? Oh man, that did dangerous things to my body and brain. Two years since I'd picked him up off the sand and I'd hardly gotten my hands on him since. Maybe he was nine or ten by then. Maybe eleven, by his reckoning. He turned his back on me and walked around to the passenger door of the van. "Oh baby," Leon laughed. "You better come around in the morning, kid. Looks like your name's still shit tonight." He gave me a wink, and a nod; like don't worry -- I'll fix it for you. I watched them pull out of the parking lot, feeling like it would take ten years for morning to come. Turns out that they had seen me a few times in the distance since they'd gotten to town and Willow had forbidden Leon to approach me. All I could think was that I'd lost a whole month. A whole month. It would take forever for Willow to even admit that he liked me. But he did like me. He liked me a lot.