1. Sex and Feathers
The pigeon paced seductively wagging its shapely feathery hips from side to side staring languorously at Curt, it’s dull bird eye glimmering like black caviar. It then paused dramatically turning to look at Curt from the stage beginning to walk the other way with a low husky, “Coo.” Then shook it’s head flapping his well-toned wings releasing the billowy white feathers into the air as if the good angels above had been rutting wildly letting them fall like snow. Despite Duane's efforts, he could not keep Curt’s attention. Duane had built up such hope after hearing Curt murmur, “Cute bird.” But then, he could not even get him to look his way. He was near to losing hope.
2. The Telephone Man Rings Twice
George looked longingly over at the young Billy licking his lips hungrily. Billy’s face was tensed into his usual expression of worry while his beautiful hands gripped the steering wheel. His utter innocence shone through his massive blue eyes and simply begged to be corrupted.
He had tried many times to train Billy to call him master. The thought of controlling him was orgasmic to George. Billy would comply for only a little while, but then return to calling him by his Christian name.“Pull over Billy.”
Billy looks a bit puzzled, but did as he was told and then stared expectantly at George.“Billy, this is hard to say.”
Billy just blinked his eyes at him looking as though no malicious or sexual thought had ever crossed his mind.“Come closer Billy.”
Billy bit his upper lip uncertainly and scooted closer in the van seat. George put his arms around him.“What is it George?”
“Billy” he stared into his enchanting eyes pulling him yet closer, “We’ve known eachother a long time,right?”
“Aye, since I were a boy of six.”
“Um, yeah. Exactly.” George suddenly felt quite dirty remembering that his own son used to baby-sit for him. He recovered quickly though transforming that into an even more amorous emotion. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Billy appeared alarmed. “But…”
George hushed him and dove in to steal a kiss when he felt hands pushing him away."You don’t understand. I think of you, you know, father like.”
“You think of me as a father?”
“Aye.”
He was clearly annoyed and released Billy who scampered to his own side of the van in fear. George felt as though he had been crushed. Straining he growled, “Let’s go then.” He punched the dashboard in frustration despairing the recent run on his hand lotion.
3. Bug-a-Boo
Mr. Boo sat in the corner drinking a Scotch wearing a too-bright sequined jacket. He was irritable tonight having been turned down by the obnoxious performer that had successfully emptied his club.
This Wild person so closely resembled Billy in the face and physique that he had tempted him to go backstage after the show despite his ill feelings. His fury flamed again when he saw that Curt had spilled an orange soda on the floor.
“Mr. Wild, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
“Yeah, whatever.” The blonde man grumbled.
“I mean it.”
Curt looked up at Mr. Boo, and it was then that the resemblance struck him full force in the loins. ‘Never mind Mr. Wild. I have some questions about your song.”
Curt flashed him a wary glance, “I’m sorry it wasn’t appropriate man. But you know I’ve been in a bad mood. We found tirespikes on the road near your joint, so I don’t know when I can leave. Otherwise I would’ve sang something a bit less hostile.”
Mr. Boo looked guilty since he himself had placed the spikes their himself and had been using this technique for the past six months to try and capture potential customers.
“Actually, that wasn’t the question.”
“What was it?”
“It seemed to have certain…er…homosexual undertones.”
‘Fuck yeah!” Curt grinned. “How else does a guy get fucked “deep inside” without a cock up his ass?”
Mr. Boo found himself shocked at the harsh language and gasped.
“Dude, are you just trying to find out if I’m gay?”
Mr. Boo managed to stammer a meek yes.
"I’m bi.”
He suddenly brightened and practiced what he had rehearsed in his head only seconds before. “Then I have a proposition for you Mr. Wild.”
“What?”
“I would pay you a large sum of money if you’d let me do you, and you let me call you Billy.” Mr. Boo felt very proud of himself for being so professional.
Curt stared at him incredulously, “You fucking loser. I’m not a fucking prostitute, and I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last fucking guy on Earth no matter how much fucking money you offer me cause I’m a fucking rich rockstar, and I don’t have to put up with this kind of fucking shit you…you…. shmuck!” He stomped away his shoulders tensed glowering at the man ordering a beer from the bar and sitting at one of the many abandoned tables.
4. Little Wolf Boy
Curt was lost in his thoughts becoming bored with the foreign pigeon swaggering across the stage.
He woke very soon though when the boy he had paid so much attention to walked in through the door. The boy had his hands buried deep in his pockets. He looked at the stage and ran to the weird pigeon scooping it up into his hands and began to pet and kiss its back.
“Duane. My Duane, why did you fly away like that?”
Curt lit a cigarette and swung himself off the chair and began to walk to the boy, “My name’s Curt. What’s yours?”
He looked up startled and Curt wished he hadn’t spoken so abruptly.
“Billy.” Ha finally managed to stammer. He looked up and down the singer’s body. He was dressed in the same outfit from his performance: shirtless, black leather pants, a large belt, and high platforms. The only change was a red scratch that ran from the rim of his pants to just over his prominent hipbones. Billy felt a shiver run through his body quite unlike anything he had ever experienced and the longing for a large volume of calculus returned.
Curt grinned wolfishly at him,” So, this is your bird.”
Billy gulped nodding shyly looking up at him only occasionally to hide the fact that he would like to have studies his face and body the entire night. If Curt hadn’t noticed this Duane certainly did and became very jealous biting Billy’s thumb.
Billy jumped in more surprise than pain having never yet been bitten by a pigeon let alone Duane.
“Testy little fella, ain’t he?” Curt growled worrying over the injured finger.
Billy looked up sucking his thumb a little; “Do ya like birds?”
Curt had always been before quite neutral to the avian species, but he sorely wanted Billy’s attention, “I love them. Do you have them?”
“Oh aye. I have a pen of pigeons of all different types. None like Duane though. But a lot."
”Could I see them sometime?”
Billy felt a pair of butterflies nagging at hisstomach lining, “Aye.”
“Could I see them tonight?”
An entire colony of Monarchs hatched in Billy’s stomach, “Aye. My place is a jumble though.”
“That’s fine,” Curt said tossing his cigarette on the faded flooring stomping it out victoriously.
5. The Bird and the Wolf
Curt stared at Billy as he tended his pigeons admiring the compassion and care for the creatures he seemed to dole out freely along with his more visible assets. He thought he should speak lest his intentions become too obvious.
“How long you been keeping them?”
Billy put the last spotted gray pigeon on its perch and turned back looking very shy, “Since I were only a bit of a boy.”
“I wish I could do stuff like that. But I’m always on the road trying to get to the next place.”
Billy led him inside to his shack and offered Curt a cup of water, which he accepted gratefully suddenly, being quite thirsty, There was a single bed and a small wooden chair covered in blankets and pillows. Billy cleared it for Curt offering him a place to sit. As soon as they settled there was an uncomfortablesilence. Billy looked down clutching his hands nervously together; “I really liked your song.”
“Thanks, your pen’s really cool.”
Billy looked beseechingly at his feet hoping it would bring to mind something clever to say. “Does, does your scratch hurt?”
Curt grinned, “So you were watching me. That’s good, because, I was performing for you.”
“What do you mean?”
Curt stood not answering approaching Billy who sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly undid his leather pants looking down to see Billy’s reaction. He saw his frightened blue eyes darkened by another feeling which he hoped was lust; though he doubted it if this innocent young creature who seemed alien to the very idea of sex. He pulled a half of the waist revealing the deep wide scratch that etched itself over his hipbone.
Billy leaned nearer and reached his hand out tentatively to touch it, “Does that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes.” Curt murmured grabbing the wrist of the gentle hand and pressing the palm flat to his damaged hip. Billy felt a bright blush blaze through his face and his breath caught in his throat while the fire raked through his body.
“Mind if I share the bed with you?” Curt murmured still holding Billy’s hand against his warm skin. He didn’t wait for an answer releasing his wrist and stretching languorously down onto the bed. “Billy, lie back with me.” He grabbed the back of his blue coat gesturing for him to lie down next to him. He obliged very slowly and stiffly. Curt stretched again seeing the effect he was having.
Suddenly he rolled over and positioned himself so he was straddling a very alarmed Billy and unzipped his coat and began to caress his own chest.
Panic and lust obscured Billy’s good senses. The most he had ever wanted from L.V. was very chaste handholding. He couldn’t explain or understand what he wanted from this man he was utterly vulnerable to at the moment.
“Say something Billy.” Curt said shifting on top of him watching the emotion in his eyes like ripples in a pond.
He stammered uselessly of course.
Curt rescued him from his stupid stupefaction and touched his lips to Billy’s soft mouth who sounded as though he could hyperventilate.“Don’t worry Billy. You’ll like what I’m going to do…But first, have you ever been with a man this way?”
Billy shook his head no.
“With a woman?”
“No.”
Curt eyed him suspiciously, “With…a pigeon?”
“NO!”
“Ok, ok. Just asking.”
He worked the clasps on the pigeon boy’s overalls and began to unbutton his workshirt leaning over and kissing his lips poking his tongue inside hearing a whimper. He slowly explored deeper in his hot moist mouth and groaned when he felt him push back. He pulled away smiling at him, "Trust me.”
Billy gulped blinking at him as Curt lifted him up pulling off his shirt completely. He kissed down his chest and licked at his hardened pink nipples slowly beginning to suck at it gently rolling the other between the tips of his fingers. He felt the body beneath him leap a little and smiled hearing the sounds of pleasure come from the virgin.
He pulled away and got off the bed removing his footwear and Billy’s and then peeled his black leather pants from his strong legs.Billy’s eyes widened at his size and breathed harder at the vision who returned to the bed with a kiss.
“Curt?”
“Mmm hm?”
“I-I-----I, I don’t know what to do.”“I’ll lead you, don’t worry.”
Billy groaned as he felt his rough overalls disappear completely along with his underclothing. He had never been completely naked in front of anyone since the tender age of five.
Curt traveled down and warmly kissed his hips teasing the sensitive flesh and up the erect cock taking the engorged head between his lips and sucking gently. Billy cried out as he took in more sucking and licking at him attentively. He twisted his fingers in a nearby blanket moaning instinctively thrusting his hips upward into the hot mouth.
A hand brushed down his face gently and he opened his eyes and watched as Curt raised his body and impaled himself on his cock and began to rock back and forth on his lap. The muscles in his firm thighs tensed as he rose up and down on Billy who eventually began to buck his hips up to meet Curt’s body.
As their lovemaking became more frenzied and hot the bed began to rock and creak threateningly. Billy could care less though sitting up holding Curt close to his sweating body uttering desperate whimpers into his neck and shoulders.
Curt groaned, “Touch me Billy”
He leaned back a bit grabbing hold of Billy’s hand and directing it to his hard shaft. Billy groaned feeling the obvious want Curt had for him and began to move his hand up and down it nearly expertly by sheer instinct alone. He quickened the pace watching Curt’s face and the deep fevered eyes met his as he came with a shuddering ragged cry of his name.
Curt rolled beside Billy who looked euphoric and very dazed and dreamy eyed.
“Ok Billy?”
Billy looked over grinning sloppily at him, “That…was…. So wonderful.” He leapt up and threw his arms around Curt burying his face in his neck. “Thankyou so much.” He moved closer to him clutching his arm kissing his shoulder.
“So you liked it?” Curt said grinning roguishly.
Billy nodded fervently, “Aye.” He smiled back at Curt then yawned. "Stay with me tonight?” He asked pleading with his wide blue eyes.
“Of course I will.” Curt said softly wrapping his arms and the blanket around him relishing the body heat beside him and fell asleep. The moon streamed in the window decorating the sleeping bodies and faces with silver. Duane sighed dreamily looking at the pair realizing that Billy never could love him, and his place was not hear. He would return to Paris in hopes that there would be those who could accept him for what he was. Forlornly he put on the brown wig, and ruby shoes and began warbling, “Somewhere…over the rainbow…”
