Wilhelm was a virgin. Are you surprised? Remember - the brothers lived deep in the woods in a time when methods of communication were difficult at best. And he was also a homo_s_e_x_ual - something he did not understand and had no idea how to pursue. He was being drawn into understanding and pursuit by the sweet dimpled butt and innocent open face of Hansel.
Hansel was not exactly a virgin. The many forms of penetration that had been inflicted upon him as well as unwilled manipulations of his young responsive _c_o_c_k_ both by the stepmother and by an equally unwilling Gretel surely made him something OTHER than a virgin. What Hansel was, before the term was used, was a "_s_e_x_ual addict." Rare indeed was the day that Hansel and Gretel's father remained in the cottage for the day. Those were the only occasions upon which the children were given a respite in the ordeal of daily buffeting, abuse and molestation they experienced with the dangerously frustrated and bitter woman.
So this encounter - between Wilhelm and Hansel - was not at all what it might appear to be, basing assumptions on age and overall appearances. But then what ever IS what it appears to be?
Surely Wilhelm was getting a crash course in _s_e_x_ual instinct on this immortalized day. After the boy had shot his several projectiles of healthy semen into the air and onto the cottage floor where they remained unremarked, Wilhelm instinctively spun the boy around and onto the ledge. Using both hands and all the force in his arms and in his will, Wilhelm lay Hansel on the ledge, on his sweet young belly.
Like a wolf at its kill, Wilhelm dropped his face unto the reddened buttocks that were the only focal point of his attention at this moment. He gobbled Hansel. Ate him. Nearly literally, he ate him! Hansel felt teeth and tongue and heard strange slurping and sucking sounds issuing from behind him.
The man pushed the boy's legs far apart and angled him then on the edge of the ledge, so that his lovely bottom was in perfect position for the next instinctual act, as the future author drove his short thick _c_o_c_k_ as deep as it would go into the hole he had just anointed with so much gusto if not grace.
A few plunges in and out - and he brought his _c_o_c_k_ ALL the way out on each thrust - and it was over. Five, six spurts into Hansel's bottom.
Both men collapsed in temporary fatigue. Hansel had no words or ideas in his mind that could account for any of what was taking place today but this was customary for him, as every day with the stepmother was well beyond his imagination or experience. But one thing DID register upon him! He liked this endouement to the coveted spanking and paddling he had received. He liked it VERY MUCH!
Surely his young _c_o_c_k_ would rise again soon at the thought but for the moment too little time had passed for even one so young to revive his _s_e_x_ual fervor.
Wilhelm was breathing very heavily and letting the fullness of his weight rest upon the shapely back of the boy, where it was appreciated. Finally HE revived - not _s_e_x_ually, not yet - but he regained the energy to be able to stand back from the beautiful young man. Wilhelm felt surges of uncontrollable tenderness toward his victim. He patted the boy's shoulder and then his glowing bottom, which caused Hansel to react by jerking away from the heavy hands of the crudely made man.
Wilhelm moved towards Hansel who was now standing and looking at him with an expression as unreadable as the feelings were that filled him. He embraced the boy, HIS boy now. His hand crept down to Hansel's bobbling soft penis which he gently caressed.
A new idea arose in the storyteller's mind now, also for the first time. Perhaps he would like to feel this boy's _c_o_c_k_ in HIS behind now! He stroked at it more vigorously but it would not respond. It could not.
This slightly annoyed him, to be baffled in his wayward but inherent desire. He let go of the fine organ and scowled at Hansel, who felt remorse without knowing the cause of the scowl. "Well, then," said Wilhelm, "It's back in the cage with ye, until your little _c_o_c_k_ee gets stiff enough to do its work for me!" and he pulled the nude boy the short distance to the cage into which he pressed him.
Still unselfconsciously nude himself, Wilhelm went back to the ledge where he sat (not noticing that his buttocks were sticking slightly to the polished wood due to the effulsions recently deposited there) petulantly crossed his arms and waited.
The light in the cottage was inadequate for him to observe Hansel's response visually so soon, when he felt enough time had passed for the boy to be in readiness, he went back to the cage and tried to reach in and feel whether Hansel's _c_o_c_k_ had risen to its task. The boy turned and crouched.
"No!" exclaimed Wilhelm. "Let me feel! Put it between the bars!"
Ever obedient, the boy stood then thrusting his pelvis forward so that his flaccid _c_o_c_k_ dangled between two of the bars of the cage. Wilhelm felt it, testily and registered disappointment. "You won't get out until you're ready!"
Then softening again towards Hansel, he added "Perhaps you are hungry?"
IN a low low voice, Hansel murmured, "OH yes, I am VERY hungry, sir!"
Wilhelm went to the cottage kitchen and came back with a cool chicken leg for Hansel to eat. This was to be converted into an important part of the story that the Brothers Grimm would someday make of this encounter, in the cottage, in the woods.