Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 05:26:35 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Willow, chapter 5 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 five by Biscuit Nobody should ever change their clothes as many times as I did that morning. Not the kind of thing I usually do, which is grab what's closest and put it on. I think I finally ended up in basically what I always wore, a pair of baggy cutoffs and a tee-shirt. It goes without saying that my guts were in a knot and my balls were strung up tight as I waited for Willow to come out of the cottage. My brain chatter was endless, from swearing I wouldn't let him get away with treating me like he had before, to praying he would treat me exactly like he had before -- depending on whether I was remembering the way he wouldn't let me touch him or the way he'd touched me. Then my thoughts dissolved and I stared. He came out the door in nothing but a pair of loose khaki shorts that made him look more naked than naked. So much beautiful bare skin it hurt to look at him. He'd gotten taller and filled out subtly. In the weird way the mind works, I couldn't remember the little boy he'd been, I could only gape at the boy he'd become. "Want to come in?" he called out. The cottage looked very much the same inside. No sign of Leon, but I heard the shower running. Their bed was already made and there was coffee in the pot on the counter. When I got close to Willow I saw his hair was damp and smelled the scent of soap and shampoo on him. He was fussing with setting the table, not looking at me. "Coffee?" he asked me, politely. I shook my head. He was opening a bakery box on the counter I was leaning on. "Are you guys getting ready to go out?" I asked, feeling cheated at waiting all night just for the chance to watch him and Leon down their coffee and leave for the flea market. It seemed too early in the morning for that. "Just Leon." Willow looked at me, finally. "He has an appointment this morning." The shower had stopped running and the door to the bathroom door opened, letting out steam and the mighty Leon, naked and glowing. He was working a towel in his hair as he walked. His cock jutted out from his glistening crotch, not hard or soft, just fucking huge. Like a bad accident, I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, even though I wanted to. "You the man, Tommy. What are you now, six foot?" "Yeah, right." The only thing that could have made me feel smaller is what he did next. The bastard sat down, reached a big arm out and pulled me right onto his lap. I was never going to be a tall guy, and at thirteen, planted on Leon's thigh I was only looking him in the face. I guess I should have been grateful that he didn't bounce me on his knee. I felt the damp of him all along my side, his arm around my waist and his other hand cupping my face. Jesus! He held onto me and looked me over good. I knew what was coming, I could feel it in my bones and told my lips to get ready. A big, fat, whiskery kiss, tongue and all. Strange thing about Leon. Even when he doing something dumb or gross, there was something so playful about him that you couldn't get mad. I didn't want him to kiss me. But when he did it, he tilted me backwards like a tango dancer in a dramatic dip and it ended up making me laugh instead of getting mad at him. So I was hanging backwards on his arm, off his lap, and he was grinning down at me. His hand stroked all over my exposed belly and down to my crotch, grabbing my hard dick. "Oh yeah, Tommy. You the man." Not exactly how I wanted Willow to be seeing me, like a puppet in Leon's hands. I wanted him to see me as Leon's rival, as the man who could take him from Leon. Wasn't going to happen any time soon. What I didn't realize, was how good, my tolerance of Leon made me look to Willow. Every time I let him maul me and tease me without getting ruffled, it was like a gold star pasted by my name in Willow's invisible book of judgments. If I hadn't accepted Leon, laughed at his stupid jokes and let him grab me from time to time, Willow would never allowed himself the luxury of caring for me. That's what I was to him, a luxury. All the time that I thought he was keeping me at a distance to control me, to stop me from getting too close to him, I was kind of right, but mostly wrong. He was controlling, all right, but it was to keep himself focused on necessities. That morning he doled himself out the treat of kissing me. We were on the bed, after Leon left, me flat on my back and Willow on his knees. I was naked. He still had his shorts on but I thought I saw some small pucker in the loose, soft khaki. I think I touched the cuff of his pants and he shook his head. I didn't pressure him, or insist like I'd imagined I was going to do. Lying there without my clothes on, just having his coal dark eyes sweeping over me, was about as much as I could take. I didn't wish I was Leon then. I was very glad to be exactly who I was, since Willow was looking at me as if he liked what he saw. "Was that your girlfriend, Tom?" he asked me, eyes roaming from my cock up to my face. "The one you were sitting with last night?" My girlfriend? God, he'd seen me before I'd seen him! "No, she's not my girlfriend. Why didn't you come over?" He shrugged. "You're just a boy, it doesn't matter. You can have all the girlfriends you want." I didn't have long to think about what that meant. He was bending over me, his hand curling around my balls, tugging gently, and I watched my dick slide between his lips. They made a snug wet blossom he fucked me with. Only his fingers pulling down on my balls kept me from climbing up into his throat. He did me slow. I don't know how Willow did what he did, but he could make me come so hard I saw stars or pull it out of me slow, like then, as sweet as gushing honey. When he was done, and the world was a melted thing in front of my eyes, that's when he got down next to me. I saw him suck at his lip, his gaze moving over my face, and then he kissed me. So unfair! I never felt so cheated by something so good in my life. It was like I'd been hungry for two years, given a big rich meal and then a huge piece of chocolate cake. I would have liked to know that cake was coming, anticipate it and frame the fucking thing. Ready for it or not, I ate it. Warm, spunky lips and a probing little tongue, his bare chest touching mine, and I could hardly breathe. Damn. And then Leon was back. "I see you babies have patched things up." And Willow was gone. Up off that bed, instantly attending to Leon. I got up, a whole lot more slowly, ignored, as Willow helped Leon gather the things they needed to take out to the market with them. Once again, I was hating Leon. I watched Willow cover his silky bronze chest and shoulders with a white tee-shirt and slip into a pair of chunky flip-flops. I hated Leon until we were all outside and the van was packed. I'd helped carry a few boxes, just as an excuse to stay till the bitter end. Leon put his hand out on top of Willow's head. "You're staying in town," he said. My heart soared. Willow, unfortunately, was frowning. "Don't give me the face," Leon laughed and he plucked him up in his arms. Amazing. Willow looked every bit as dignified, being held on Leon's arm like a little kid, as he did standing on his own two feet. I'm sure I hadn't come off that well when forced into Leon's lap. "Swear to God," Leon said. "It's gonna be a slow day out there. You're a kid, sweet pea, remember. It's summertime. Go swimming or something with your boyfriend. Make your daddy happy." He reached into the pocket of his army pants and pulled out a twenty dollar bill that he handed to me. "Make him eat," he said to me. Then he buzzed Willow's pouting cheek with a whiskery kiss. He pressed his lips near the boy's ear and I could tell he was whispering but couldn't hear what he said. He must have tickled him at the end because Willow pursed his lips, trying not to smile, and kind of squinched his shoulder up. "Okay," Willow said at last, and I cheered, on the inside. God, I loved Leon almost as much as Willow right then. Twenty bucks in my pocket and the boy was mine! That was the day I took Willow down to the wharf to meet my grandfather. He'd already met my grandfather Sterns, two summers before. And my mom. He never wanted to spend much time at my house but he'd gone there with me a few times. My family referred to him as "that pretty Chinese boy." They had even briefly met Leon. Just in passing, with me holding my breath the whole time. Partly it was a matter of time. We didn't really spend whole days together. Maybe it was more than that. Even that day, looking forward to it, I felt a flutter of nerves I couldn't pin down. I don't know if I was afraid that Willow would see Manny Whaite and know he was kind of like Leon, or afraid that my grandfather would see Willow and want to touch him. But it was a brilliant, warm June day and town was bustling. Not so hot that you felt like you had to go to the beach. Just perfect for wandering around and looking at stuff. I was so proud to walk down the street with him next to me. I wished like anything that I had the nerve to hold his hand. I found any excuse I could think of to touch his shoulder or his back and he didn't shoot me any warning glances. We stopped first in my mom's photo gallery. It was a tiny place on the bay side of the main street. Her photographs were there, some by friends of hers and craft type things by yet other of her friends. I don't think my mom made any money to speak of from her gallery. I think she did it for a thing to do and my grandfather paid for it. I guess she was in her thirties then. I thought she was pretty, for a mom; blonde and soft. She thought she was fat. We stayed there long enough for Willow to politely examine some photos. And long enough for her to fuss over him a little, which I wanted her to. Then we were off. By that time my grandfather wasn't going out on the boats himself anymore. But you could almost always find him by the time you got to the Coop, a big fish loading station down at the end of the wharf. Attached to it were a couple of businesses; a coffee shop, a bait place, and a souvenir shop. I don't think you could go anywhere in town that didn't have some kind of souvenir thing to buy. It wasn't just fishing boats down there. There were tour boats, and great big whale watching boats, and the fishing fleet, which I guess was dwindling then. Somewhere along the wharf you'd find him. On one of his own docked boats, somebody else's, or else down at the Coop or coffee shop. Sometimes, if it was late in the day he'd be at the Anchor, a bar at the foot of the wharf where mostly townies and fishermen hung out. I'd been allowed to peek in the door to look for him ever since I was a kid. That day, to my very great pride and pleasure, we found him on the Little Tom, which was getting a clean up between trips.