Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 21:26:10 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
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.

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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.