Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 21:26:10 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: willow, chapter 3 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 three by Biscuit Leon Braymon should have been a lot more careful than he was. I can only think that the Gods who look after big goofy fools, worked overtime keeping him out of jail. He never tried to swear me to secrecy, not even a word of caution. It was Willow whose eyes flashed all the warnings as I walked over to that bed. Leon just held a big lazy arm out, his hand gesturing at my shorts. "Let's get a load of that gun of yours," he said. I had on loose running shorts. From my thighs down, where my jacket ended, I'd got wet from the rain and was cold and shivery. From my balls to my chest, I was on fire. I'd started wearing baggy shorts, religiously; praying for Willow to touch me. My mom had even noticed how I was in them all the time. She'd dumped a bag of them on my bed after a shopping trip out of town. That's one thing about a place like Standishport. In the summer there's every kind of restaurant and fancy gift shop and gallery you can think of, but hardly any place to buy practical stuff. She grumbled a little about all the jeans gathering cobwebs in my chest of drawers, but she bought me the new shorts, just the same. Sometimes Willow touched me. Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he wouldn't so much as come near me. Nut churning torture. If he decided to do it I wanted as little as possible to come between his hand and my cock. I wasn't allowed to touch him, or see his dick, ever. Not until that morning, with Leon. Leon liked me. I know he did. And he liked how I looked. It wasn't exactly how my grandfather's eyes almost sparkled at me, but his gray green gaze did a long slow rake over me. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm thinking Mr. November. That's you Tommy. I'd put your ass right on a platter, next to the pumpkin pie." I knew I looked good, I can't say that I didn't. I'd heard it enough. My mom raved about my dark eyes, like my dad's, and I could see well enough in the mirror that I'd gotten his Portuguese/French good looks, sharpened by my mom's mix of German and English. Back then I had one of those half shaved, hallooing haircuts and the long part was always in my eyes. Drove my mom nuts. What a goof ball Leon was. But he had me grinning and blushing at the same time, seeing myself as some kind of calendar pin-up boy. And I looked at him, instead of Willow, who had a serious pout on his face and his long eyes narrowed to slits. I was dying to look at Willow, but I was scared of how mad he was. He was naked and I'd gotten just enough of a look to make me burn. I knew he wanted me out of there, but Jesus, it would have taken some inhuman strength I didn't have, to walk away from the two of them in that bed. I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, Leon's big hand running up the back of my leg to my ass. My dick was trying to leap from my crotch to hit some spot on the ceiling. "You are something sweet," Leon said. Then he looked at Willow, and so did I, with that hand of his still making crazy patterns on my backside. Willow looked as severe as the morning he'd marched up to Sprinkles, steeling himself to touch him. He'd let go of Leon's dick, his hands holding the sheet up around his waist. "What, baby?" said Leon, "Don't give me that face. You think Daddy Leon doesn't have enough to go around?" I doubt very much that that was what was on Willow's mind. Leon was so clueless. But he had something going for him that brains couldn't buy. He had the good will and loyalty of the boy who looked on him as his savior. Leon claimed that he won Willow in a poker game. It may be true. Willow never contradicted him. Whether he actually won him in a card game or just picked the boy up and carried him away after a drunken party in Miami, where they happened to have played cards all night, I don't know. But I do know that Daddy Oliver, the man that Leon took him away from, was whole different ball of wax. Oliver stories would make my skin crawl, even if sometimes they turned me on. I wouldn't get to hear them for some time to come but when I did they would go a long way to making me understand why Willow guarded Leon with his life. I would also understand why Willow had frozen like a statue in the sand when he'd gotten knocked over by a rambunctious dog. Oliver never succeeded in getting a dog to fuck Willow, but he tried. So there he sat, and I watched him soften up as Leon teased him, telling him that he was every other month in the calendar of boys. I don't think Willow needed that assurance from him. I think he just plain couldn't hold out against Leon's silliness. I watched his face lose its scowl and saw him dive forward in slow motion onto Leon's furry chest, his shapely little arms stretching up to the guy's neck. Oh God. The whole back of him laid bare in front of me, my first look at those peaches, naked, even if I had to see them in between sweeps of Leon's big hand. Over a tawny shoulder I saw Leon's look of pleasure. He ran his hand down Willow's back to his own dick, which was harder than ever with his boy stretched out on top of him. He caught my eye and winked, pulling me against the bed, like together we'd pulled some thing over on Willow. Not the longest day we lived. But I took it as my sign that I could get on the bed and I got between Leon's big legs, with a bird's eye view of his massive machine, and them cuddling. I have to admit that that big tool fascinated me. I was jealous of it, but it didn't stop me from wanting to touch it. I didn't have Willow's skill but Leon was not complaining. He spread his legs and let me get good look at him. I wouldn't be surprised if that thing didn't measure eight inches. It was two toned, lighter at the bottom and so thick that the head of it wasn't much wider than the rest. I'd never had a chance to really look at a grown man's dick like that before, not really look. His balls were two distinct plums in his sac and I handled them pretty gently, more for my curiosity than to try to make it good for him. Then I saw Willow scooch down, his face on Leon's chest, and I could tell from the way his head was moving that he was sucking on Leon's tit. That set Leon in motion, big time. His dick started leaking like crazy, and Willow's little hips were moving too. God, I wished it was me under him. I could just see his backside, spread a little bit, his knees gripping Leon like he was riding a horse, bareback. I know Leon didn't fuck Willow with that giant dick of his. He'd have taken out his guts with it if he'd tried. But I saw him suck on his finger until it was shiny with spit and plunge it between the little caramel cheeks, plugging it right into him. "Daddy needs those lips," he said, pumping his dick harder in my hands. I almost bent over and sucked him myself, but he wasn't talking to me. I was about to see what my dreams would be full of all winter long. Willow's beautiful red mouth working the head of Leon's dick. He didn't rush to start sucking him. He lifted his head from Leon's chest and looked into his face. "How bad?" Willow asked him and Leon grinned. "Real bad, your boyfriend's a big tease." Boyfriend. What it did to me to hear myself called that! But it was just part of their game with each other. Leon drew his finger out of Willow and shocked me by popping it straight in his mouth. He was moving it in and out of his lips like he was blowing it. Kind of grossed me out and made me hot at the same time. Willow wetted his hands with lube, unhurried and definitely making us sweat. To torture Leon, me, or because he just did things deliberately, I can't say, but it was agony how he made us both wait -- Leon to feel it, me to watch and die with wanting to feel it. When I dreamed about it, of course it was my dick I saw in Willow's mouth. His hands worked the thick shaft like a baker kneading the world's stiffest dough. Oh God, did I wish I was Leon! Willow had to hang on to him hard with his knees and hands to keep from being thrown right off of him when Leon got close to coming. Willow stopped sucking when he started to shoot, pulling his mouth off and watching that stuff fly, still pumping it out of him with his fists. Like he was figuring out if he'd done a good job. What a look on his face. So serious; calm and focused. My dick was one big ache and I'd only kept my own hands off it hoping Willow would touch me, afterwards. But, seeing him watch Leon's spunk shoot was like a splash of cold water. I wondered if he looked like that when he made me come. Like I'd thought it too loud, Willow looked at me then. His black eyes studying me, like he was calculating away in his head. As hot as I'd been only minutes before, I got queasy from that look. Like he was weighing me up and I didn't amount to much. I think I covered my cock with my hands, still on my knees there between Leon's legs. I hadn't gone soft but I wasn't as hard as I was when he'd been sucking him. "You want me to go?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice quiet. "Stay if you want," he said, like he didn't give a fuck either way. He was gently letting go of Leon's softening dick. He turned away from me to cuddle up to him, no doubt knowing that his Daddy liked to hold him after, to kiss him, pet him with those big lazy hands. I sat back on my ass, wondering what I should do. I wanted to stay but I didn't want it to be the last time he'd ever want to hang out with me. Then Leon decided things for me, thumping the bed next to him. "Park yourself up here," he said. Leon, after shooting a load, was like a big dog at home on the couch, after a good long run and play in the water. Satisfied and affectionate. When I got close enough for him to grab, he pulled me up against the side of his warm body and planted a big hot smack of a kiss, right on my mouth. I didn't like the way it felt but I liked the fact that he did it, and I made myself not reach up and wipe his spit off my lips.