Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 00:08:04 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
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.

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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.