Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 21:56:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: He Was There, Willow Pt 2

		He Was There, Willow Part 2 by justjames17


I eagerly waited the next evening to see Willow again; the short time we'd
been together had completely made me infatuated with his slender taut body
and sweet friendly personality. Time dragged by so slowly I thought I'd go
nuts waiting to hear the door bell chimes, I constantly checked the street
from my lounge window praying for his appearance. My penis was hard and
begging for relief but there was no way I was going to waste my cream
without Willow being there.

The night drew on with no sign of Willow and my hopes amnd heart fell as
the time passed, I began to think I'd imagined or dreamed of my encounter
with Willow. He'd seemed so genuine and loving, I couldn't believe he was
frivolous with other peoples' emotions. I finally gave up my vigil and
crawled off to bed at midnight, I snuggled with my pillow and began to
weep. I'd not felt so sad or despondent in my life. How could a fleeting
encounter rock me so deeply?

The news next day reported violence in the city, a not unusual thing these
days but this was another Indian student bashed and left for dead in the
gutter. We had heard of a number of these events in recent weeks, it was
causing much anguish in both India and here in Australia. The Indian press
was screaming about Australian racism and hatred of Indians. This was so
wrong as I felt it wasn't only Indian students being attacked it was all
races colours creeds and ages. Violence bubbled on our streets, kids
carried knives for protection; the police seemed unable to halt the
trend. Nightclubs were the scene of many bashings and stabbings; even guns
were not unknown at these venues. It was getting to the stage people were
scared to walk the streets at night and even during the day some were
scared and that wasn't silly because thugs roamed all hours of the day or
night.

The name given wasn't Willow so I didn't take too much notice when a
bandage swathed figure was shown in bed with pipes and wires all over the
body that looked so thin and small on the white bed sheet. The poor bloke's
condition was reported as critical and that he was in a coma, then the
scene switched to an Indian Government representative who was ranting about
racism and that Indian students would no longer be coming to Australia and
Melbourne in particular. I sighed and again thought of Willow wondering
where he was, maybe he'd known of the brutal attack and was too scared to
venture out to visit me again.

Days passed and now and then a brief report about the unconscious victim's
condition, he was stable but still in a coma from the head injuries, his
bruised swollen face, what you could see exposed was stomach turning. I
felt ill at the thought of any human being causing such injuries to
anyone. Finally after a week the student awoke regaining consciousness, his
memory of the attack was nil he couldn't remember anything he spoke through
his still swollen bruised and split lips. I felt I needed to wrap him in my
arms and protect him from the world. Gradually other news pushed his plight
off TV and I thought seldom of the poor bloke's plight. A week later I
heard the door bell chime and looked through the lounge window to see a
tall slim black haired figure standing waiting, my heart leapt in my chest,
it looked from the angle I was on, as though Willow had finally ventured to
my door nearly two weeks from his last visit.

I raced to the door beaming so hard I thought my cheeks would split open, I
opened the door and went to unlock the security door when I saw it wasn't
Willow but a fellow countryman about the same age and almost could have
been a close relative. My heart sagged and I opened the door as he said,
"Are you James?"

His voice and accent stirred me, he sounded just like Willow, I nodded
unable as yet to speak as my emotions raged inside me. He reached out a
slim finely boned dark hand and I took it in mine to shake hands, a strange
charge raced through my hand and into my arm from the contact. I locked
eyes with him as he said, "My name is Sudugal, I'm Willow's cousin and I
have sad news to tell you; may I come inside?"

I stepped back dropping his hand as he moved past me I gestured him to the
door into the lounge room and he moved gracefully in and I followed him
after closing the front door. I asked him to sit don and he did so sitting
primly on the three seater as I sat on my recliner looking at him
questioningly. Sudugal cleared his throat and I saw his prominent Adams
apple bob up and down before he spoke, "Ahem! I have sad news James you may
have seen reported on the TV a while back the case of the Indian student
that was bashed and left for dead."

I nodded my heart constricting painfully as he looked at me his dark deep
eyes glistening in the light, he went on, "Well that student was Willow, he
has been in a coma until two days ago but now he is improving and has his
memory back. He was so worried about you and him not being able to return
he asked me to come and see you to explain his rudeness."

My heart leapt for joy, not at Willow's bashing but his recovery and
remembering me and his promise to return, tears bubbled in my eyes as I
took a shuddering breath realizing I'd been holding my breath for some time
as Sudugal related Willow's story. My cheeks were wet as I sobbed my relief
Sudugal rose to his feet and approached me where I sat, he stopped close
between my knees and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with a
handkerchief. Then he bent over and slipped his arms around me as I sat
there and rested his smooth dark cheek against mine as he hugged me, "I can
see how much you love Willow James, rest assured his love for you is the
same, I'm jealous as we have been very close since we came here to study
and have been lovers."

I gurgled unable to speak as I shuddered hugging him tightly, the feel of
his so taut slim body brought back memories of Willow, the two were almost
like twins. Sudugal began to weep along with me and we stayed hugging for
some minutes before he broke the contact and stood up wiping his eyes as I
sat there my face level with his crotch and I could see he was excited
which caused my own cock to throb and begin to stiffen. There was both an
emotional connection but also a sexual one too something I couldn't quite
fathom, as I loved willow so deeply even though we'd only met once. There
was a strange connection with Sudugal and it was obvious he felt
similarly. He moved back and sat on the lounge crossing his long slim legs
to hide his obvious arousal, I got to my feet and asked, "Would you like a
drink Sudugal?"

He looked up at me, his eyes flicked to my bulging crotch before lifting up
as his dark face flushed even darker, "Yes thanks James I'd really enjoy a
drink."

I asked, "Tea, coffee, soft drink or a beer?"

He locked eyes with me and said, "Tea please if it's not too much trouble,
I don't drink alcohol."

I nodded and said, "No problems I feel I need a nice hot cuppa to brighten
me up too."

I left the lounge my erection pointing the way out into the kitchen and lit
the gas to boil the kettle, my mind reeling with erotic thoughts. Was it
the close similarity between Willow and his cousin that was making me feel
so attracted or was it I was enamoured with blokes from the sub –
continent? I stood there at the stove deep in thought trying to rationalize
my urges and thoughts as I waited for the kettle to boil. I glanced through
the doorway to look at Sudugal but he was just out of sight so I moved left
a little and then I could see most of him where he sat. His long denim clad
slender legs were open and one hand was covering his crotch, fingers gently
groping himself.

My dick responded again getting harder and longer as I watched him my mind
conjuring up the sight of Willow sitting there, the two seemed so similar,
maybe I was desperate after waiting so long for Willow to return and now
here was a close relative almost a twin and identical in personality from
what I could tell after so short a time. The attraction was incredibly
strong and it seemed Sudugal was experiencing similar difficulties. I made
the tea and placed some cream biscuits on a plate on a tray and carried
them into the lounge placing the tray on the low coffee table in front of
it. I sat beside Sudugal and we began sipping the hot beverage, as a
strange silence enveloped us.

The tention was so thick between us it could almost be cut with a knife as
we sat quietly sipping tea and nibbling the cookies, we sat there stiffly
not speaking or touching as we tried to normalize our feelings. Finally I
turned to Sudugal and asked, "How is Willow is he up to seeing visitors
yet?"

Sudugal nodded then replied, "Yes that is why I came here to see if you
wanted to come and visit Willow."

I was overjoyed and my hand holding the tea mug was trembling with pent up
emotions, I said, "Can we go see him after we finish the cuppa Sudugal?"

He nodded and tilted his handsome head back exposing his slender throat as
he drained his mug and I was entranced watching him swallow, subliminally I
was sliding my hard penis down his throat. I had an urge to run my fingers
gently up his throat and caress his face and run my fingers through his
lustrous thick black hair. I had to strongly resist the urge, clenching my
fists and thinking of Willow lying battered in bed. We finished the snack
and left the house, Sudugal had come by bus so I drove him back into the
city to the hospital.

We parked within walking distance and hurried to the hospital and up to the
fourth floor where Sudugal led me to the small 4 bed room and there was
Willow still swathed in bandages his right arm and left leg set in plaster
where he'd suffered broken bones from the despicable kicking he'd been
subjected to while lying helpless on the ground. I felt sick to see the
bruised and battered form of my sweet Willow, his now lop sided smile
partially showed his white teeth as he greeted in greeting. I hurried to
his side and bent down gently kissing his still swollen lips, Willow moaned
softly and I pulled back thinking I'd hurt him.

He held my hand in his left hand to stop me moving back as he said, "It's
ok James you didn't hurt me I was just moaning in pleasure from your sexy
lips on mine."

I smiled and sat gingerly on the bed beside him as Sudugal sat in the chair
beside the bed and reached out his hand to gently touch Willow's hair, I
could see the deep emotion between the two and my own heart did flip flops
in my chest as I looked from one to the other. Willow's bed cover began to
mound up as his sweet schlong grew in size and hardness he whispered, "I
love you two so much."

I rested my hand gently on his growing erection feeling it pulse as it
stretched filling with hot blood, he flexed it deliberately making it jump
under my palm as he smiled up at me. I whispered, "Do you need some relief
sexy one?"

Willow sighed softly, "Ooooh if only it could happen."

Sudugal stood up and said, "It can happen, James do what you wish I'll pull
the curtain around the bed and go out into the passage and keep watch for
anyone that might come to the room."

I looked thankfully up at him as he pulled the curtains around the bed then
poked his handsome head between the curtains an impish grin on his swarthy
face, "Have fun you two and don't take too long."

I chuckled and pulled the blanket and sheet down uncovering Willow then
lifted the bottom of his hospital gown up baring his legs and excited
erection, my mouth salivated crazily at the delicious sight as I bent down
to take him in my mouth. The scent of his musky crotch filled my nose as I
kissed his bared hot pink cock head, Willow moaned loudly so I slipped his
hot wand into my mouth laving him with my slippery tongue while my hand
clutched and massaged his straining overloaded balls. I could tell by
Willow's reactions he wasn't going to last, his body went rigid his sleek
muscles flexed under his dark smooth flesh as I sucked and bobbed on his
manhood and his mewling whimpers filled my ears as he clutched my hair with
his good left hand.

In a flash his straining cock swelled in my mouth as his tight fat nuts
tightened, his hips bucked and my mouth flooded with his deliciously
delicate dick juice. I gobbled and sucked to siphon his balls dry relishing
every drop he produced until he groaned tugging at my head, "Stop, please
stop Jamie, I can't stand it any longer let it rest."

I slipped that moist still stiff throbbing muscle from my lips draining out
the last remnants of his hot sweet sperm then sat up licking my lips,
"Delicious Willow your cum is unbelievably sweet and tasty."

He sighed his pleasure, his chest rising and falling as he gulped air; I
watched his chest and those perfect pecs with those big puffy nipples
flexing as he breathed. I heard the outer door open and Sudugal entered
walking across and slipping inside the curtains, "A nurse is coming with
the drug trolley."

We covered Willow up again and slid the curtain back resuming our seats as
she came into the room, "Medication time Willow how are you feeling?"

Willow smiled serenely at her and replied, "Good thank you nurse, the best
I've felt since I awoke in here."

She smiled at us all and gave Willow two pills and a drink of water to help
him swallow them; Willow took his medicine and then settled back onto the
pillows his eyelids drooping as the pills took effect. The nurse spoke
quietly, "He will sleep for a few hours so you may as well leave him to
rest."

We left willow to sleep and left the hospital, I took Sudugal to dinner at
a nearby restaurant where we chatted over the meal and after we'd finished
Sudugal asked if he could come home with me as he felt scared being alone
in their small flat while Willow was in hospital. I thought for a minute
then smiled and said, "No worries you are more than welcome to come back
with me; do you need to collect some gear from your flat first?"

Sudugal nodded, "If it isn't inconvenient that would be very kind of you."

We set off and drove to their flat and went inside while he packed some
clothes and grabbed his book bag before we walked back to the car and
headed for my place.



                                     To be continued.