Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 19:00:03 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Back to the Playground, 6

This is a story involving boy/boy, teen/boy, male/male
graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If
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This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the
purpose of pleasurable reading. It explores themes which
some readers may find offensive or disturbing. It's not
meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to
condone sex with minors.


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Back to the Playground ~ chapter six

by Biscuit


Skyler's mom sent him to camp that summer. I
quietly freaked out. At least Trent was around. He
was getting ready to go to Columbia University and
in spite of his mother's urging, was moving out on
his own with a friend. I got to help him look for a
place, which his dad was going to help him pay for.

The worst part of the summer, of course, was
August; shrink vacation time. I scraped through it.
That's when Trent proved himself; a friend to me
when just about anybody else in his place would have
told me to take a hike. To him and his friend Charles,
I was a kid, even though I was only three years
younger. I wasn't even a good in school kind of kid.

Charles was a straight guy, a science nerd like Trent.
He knew Trent was gay, but in their world all that
mattered was how smart you were. Charles suspected
me of not being all that smart, but he tolerated me as
an eccentricity of Trent's, whom he considered the
smartest guy in the world. The two of them found a
place together, two bedrooms, and I showed up there
almost every single day in August. I didn't know
what else to do with myself without my shrink,
without Skyler.

The place was hotter than hell and a mess. The top
floor of a brownstone on 111th street. Like at my
brother's place, I tried to make myself welcome
where I might not be wanted, by being helpful. I'd
get there in the morning and do their dishes, clean
up the shit in the kitchen and straighten up the
bathroom.

I wasn't exactly the man of Trent's dreams, but we
had some nice sweaty sex that August, before he
started school, met Daryl and I was banned from the
bed. I'd get there before he was even awake and be
blowing him when he woke up. Having Trent to go
to, to hang out with, saved my life. He and Charles
took me to weird movies and cheap restaurants. I
got to help them furnish their place with crappy
furniture, and I drank some of the worst wine I've
ever had in my life with them. I think Daryl, who
Trent ended up with, is one lucky guy.

Daryl is a hunk and a half. A Phys Ed teacher at a
school where physical stuff couldn't be lower on the
totem pole. I think half the reason he went there to
teach is that he finds brainy guys sexy. Trent wasn't
his student, but he met him at the University gym.
Trent was there after hours, trying to work off
some fat. Love at first sight, for those two. Damn.

It's weird that with Trent, who was so much bigger
than me, I was the aggressor, the one on top. And
with Skyler, I was like some big girl, trying to
keep her panties on.

When Skyler got home from summer camp he gave
me a funky key chain he'd made for me out of
braided leather and beads and I gave him my naked
body. After all, as he pointed out, he was about to
be in fourth grade.

I'd missed him so much. The first time we were alone
together, I think, was Labor Day Weekend. Karl and
Helen had gone upstate to see friends for the three day
thing and Skyler's mom had a date in the city and was
planning to stay with the guy overnight.

She asked me to stay with Skyler at their place. You'd
think it was our wedding night or something. Me as
nervous as a virgin and Skyler as hot as a bridegroom
that's been made to wait for the vows.

She wasn't gone two seconds before that kid was on
me, wrestling me backwards on their living room
couch.

"Wait," I begged him, trying to hold him still on top
of me, straining to hear any sound from the hallway.

"She's not coming back" he laughed at me, using his
knee like a crowbar to pry my legs open. I managed
to push him off me and went to the door, opening it
a crack to peek down the hallway. No one there, she
must have got on the elevator. God, I was a wreck,
so turned on, and so scared of what I might break
down and do about it. When I turned around he was
gone.

"Sky?" I knew where I'd probably find him. And he
was there. In his bedroom, stripping off his clothes.

He was so brown from the sun, except his white rear
end and his crotch. In the year I'd known him his
little cock had gone from not much more than a fat
nub of flesh to a small thumb of a dick, hard as could
be just then. His face was pinked up, partly sun and
partly excitement, and his blue eyes were sparkling. I
wish I had a picture of him from just that moment.

"You should put something on, some shorts, or sweats,"
I told him. He looked at me like I'd slapped him. Hurt,
confused. "Sky, it's early still. We can fool around
later," I said, trying to soften what we both knew was
me saying no to him. "We didn't even have dinner yet,"
I said. Such bullshit on my part, I was just too uptight.

I left him there to go call for a pizza and try to calm
down. His mom had left us money. I needed to get a
grip on my nerves. A whole night seemed like a huge
dangerous landscape gaping in front of me, endless
hours of temptation to do things I both desperately
wanted and desperately wanted to avoid, like seeing
his mouth on my dick, like fucking him.

A sullen looking Skyler came into the kitchen and
announced that he wasn't hungry. At least he had
on a pair of sweats.

"Maybe you'll be hungry by the time it gets here," I
said, hanging up the phone. I was sitting on a kitchen
stool thing, part chair, part fold out ladder. He made
his way over to me, head hanging, and put a foot on
the bottom rung of the ladder, getting his knee between
mine. He leaned in and I put my arms around him. He
felt so good to touch. I rubbed his smooth back and pat
his butt.

"Brandy, when I get older are you going to marry
me?"

Oh Jesus. He was climbing up, a foot on the step and
his other leg hooking over mine, trying to get in my
lap. He wasn't the pint-sized kid he'd been just a year
before when I'd carried him out of the playground
in his pissed in shorts. I had to brace myself against
the back of the chair and hold his butt to support him
as he swung his other leg up. The year before, his
head would have been at my chin, now he was looking
at my lips.

"Guys don't get married to other guys, Sky." Good
answer, I thought.

"They can if they want to, my mom said they can."

Oh God. Had he asked her? About me?

He hung on my neck, pressing up the length of
me, hiding his face between his arm and my neck.
So hard not to think about fucking him with his ass
in the palm of my hand. What had he said to his mom
about me and marriage? If she thought he was feeling
like that, why would she leave us alone together?

"She's probably right. Doesn't happen too often,
though."

"We could do it when I'm eighteen and you're twenty
five."

"Twenty six," I said automatically.

"Not if it's winter," he insisted. "Like at Christmas."
He rolled forward to mash his little hardon against
me, and I gave his ass a squeeze. He had it all figured
out. "So, will you?" he pushed for an answer.

Even the wedding date. I held back a laugh. Which
one of us did he see in the white dress? I didn't ask
him. I knew he'd think I was making fun of him. I
had a feeling it was me he saw in the dress. All his
talk about how pretty I was, and the way he stabbed
at me with his cock, like he wanted to put it in me.
I knew Skyler wasn't seeing himself as my bride. That
was another reason, though not the main one, that I
was not going to let myself fuck the beautiful little
buns I was warming in my hands. My gut told me he'd
let me do whatever I wanted to him. I could well
imagine him gritting his teeth and taking it. But not
for a second did I think Skyler wanted my dick up
his ass.

"Yeah I'll marry you," I said. "If you still want
me to when you're eighteen." Not much danger of
that, I figured.

"I knew it," he said, hugging my neck tighter. Good
Lord. Around his little finger, that's where he had
me wrapped.

The longer I knew Skyler, the less he reminded me
of me. It was superficial, the stuff we had in common,
gay kids with blond hair. He wasn't really like me, or
like any of the boys I knew in Baltimore. But there
were things about him that reminded me of us.

He was horny like I'd been as a kid, but not cock
crazy. I think he'd seen plenty of dicks before he saw
mine; his brother's, his dad's, a few of his camp
counselors, for sure -- he told me about them. He had
a good measure of Lauren's romantic thing, but had his
feet planted a lot more firmly on the ground. He was
solid and into sports like Philip, but much more
sensitive and less consumed by competition. Skyler
would excel in wrestling but he only went so far with
it, not wanting to spend all his free time in gyms and
at tournaments.

As for what he had in common with Josh, there was
a lot. A kind of swagger that went with his aggressive
behavior. He was a charismatic kid, someone that
other kids wanted to follow. Charlotte told me she
only saw that in him after I appeared on the scene. I'd
like to think she's right, that I gave him confidence he
didn't have before. But what I really think is that he
just bloomed late.

My biggest fear was that I would make him feel bad
about himself. Like I felt after all that junk happened
with me and Josh.

Skyler was strong like Josh, but thousands of times
sweeter and kinder. And I was just as hopelessly
enamored of him as I'd been of the boy who ruled my
life for two years. Josh took charge of me from the
outset. I was part of the club, but more like his
personal sex toy than a real club member. Typically,
when the club met, I didn't do what the other guys
did, I just took orders from Josh.

If it was summertime, there'd be two boys staked out
on lookout at the top of the hill. In the woods, two
boys at a time were tied to trees with their pants down
and blindfolds covering their eyes. Sometimes they'd
guess, but they couldn't see who was doing what to
them.

Josh was never tied up, and neither was I. Nobody
wanted me tied up. Maybe my baby sized dick wasn't
interesting enough, or I was just too small to excite
them as a prisoner. I used to want a turn, even though
you weren't supposed to be liking it. What a joke that
was, of course they liked it.

I wondered what it would be like to feel the tree
bark against your ass, with your cock sticking out
naked, not knowing when you were going to be
touched or how. It made those kids hard as rock.

They always knew when it was me playing with their
dicks because my hands were littler than anybody
else's. And I was the only one that would suck them,
without being forced to do it. By the time I figured
out that you weren't supposed to like doing it, it was
too late. They had me pegged as a cocksucker. Even
though they liked me doing it, they made fun of me.
Even Josh did, sometimes.

We used sticks to poke at those boys with, and leafy
vines to tickle them. Sometimes Josh brought other
junk to tease them with, like different kinds of food.
I saw him rub a split open grapes over the head of a
kid's dick and then feed them to him.

The prisoner game that Skyler and his friends
played was so innocent by comparison.

Two things had to happen before a boy was untied.
He had to piss, and he had to come. Josh didn't
bother to tickle somebody until they peed, although
it sometimes happened. He ordered them to do it,
and if they had trouble, he'd do things like stick
their fingers in warm water or dribble it on their
dicks. He'd get close to their ears and make long
drawn out "ssssssssss" sounds, telling them, "You
have to go really bad." Sooner or later the boy
would let go, sometimes with someone holding his
cock to direct the flow, sometimes just spouting
off in the air. And we'd watch the yellow stream
fly out of his piss hole.

I sucked a lot of boy cock in those woods. Not
usually a full fledged blow job, that was just for
paying dues, to Josh. But as my part of torturing
the prisoner, I'd get my mouth on him and suck
for a while, tickle him with my tongue. Josh got
mad at me if a guy shot off in my mouth, so if I
thought a kid was close I'd back away and use my
hand. To picture Skyler there in my place, which
I sometimes did, was enough to turn my stomach
or make me feel like crying. I don't know why. I
thought I was liking it at the time.

So, I told Skyler I'd marry him and we waited for
the pizza to show up, him working his stiff thumb
of a cock on the folds of denim bunched over my
hardon, my fingers trailing between his spread
cheeks, through his sweat pants, dipping down to
play with his tight little balls. When he came it
was like hanging on to a little bucking bronco.

Later that night, when we were stretched out on
his bed with a shitload of pillows around us, the
TV on in front of us, and his fingers were playing
at the top button of my fly, I didn't stop him. He
eased the buttons open. He was on his side, with
his head half on a pillow he'd squished in my
armpit, half on my chest.

I was so hard. I'm sure he could hear my heart
pounding away under his head. I think I kissed
the top of his head. I know I closed my eyes, not
wanting to see him touch me. It felt so good, his
fingers sliding into my open fly, rubbing me
through my briefs at first. I know I'd leaked into
them like crazy and could feel him exploring the
wet spot before slipping his hand under the
waistband of my underwear.

"When we get married," he said, "no other guy
can touch you. Only me. Not even Trent."

"Trent doesn't want to touch me, Sky."

"That's what you think," he laughed. But he
thought every guy in the world was after my
dick. That's another thing he had in common
with Josh, considering my body his personal
property. With Josh, I felt bound by the weight
of so many secrets, of so much about me that
was too dirty to ever tell. And by my crush on
him. With Skyler, I just wanted it to be true.

He took to my nakedness like a duck to water, or
a dog let off its leash. Like it was his birthright
to enjoy it. Happy, but not amazed or surprised,
just like it was something he had coming to him.