Life with Leo 1
LIFE WITH LEO by TheBakerBoy
The following story is a work of fiction but has some of my own experiences included. The characters are all the work of my imagination and their names have been chosen at random; they do not represent real people, living or dead. The action of the story takes place in a fictional place at a fictional time where there is no such thing as a sexually transmitted disease. It contains details of sex between young males, so if this sort of thing offends you or is illegal where you are please read no further.
It was the first day of the long summer holidays and I knew something was wrong as soon as I opened my bedroom door. That saliva-inducing aroma of bacon wafting up the stairs was very noticeably absent. What was worse, when I got halfway down the stairs my sensitive nostrils detected the smell of cigarette smoke. The only person in the house who smoked was my mother, and then only at times of extreme stress and never, NEVER inside the house; but when I entered the kitchen there she was sitting at the table with a lit cigarette and the evidential stubs of two previously-smoked gaspers in the ashtray at her elbow.
“Whatever is the matter Mum?” I asked, (thinking that something had happened to my father, who worked for the British government and was away from home for much of the time). “Is there something wrong? Is it Dad?”
“No, no. Dad’s fine, Will. It’s Marjorie. She’s upped and left us without any warning. She must have been planning it and got everything packed up ready to catch the seven o’clock boat.” Marjorie, by the way, was our cook/housekeeper; not a very pleasant person but she had been with us for two years so we had got used to her. She kept the house spick and span and she was a bloody good cook (which my mother, decidedly, was NOT).
Let me explain about the boat; we live on an island a few miles off the south coast of England. Not the well-known Isle of Wight; our island is much smaller with just about a thousand inhabitants. We have a couple of shops, three pubs, two churches and one school with seventeen pupils of all ages. Most of my lessons are conducted over the Internet as there are only two boats a day to the mainland, one at seven in the morning and the other at seven in the evening (or from the mainland, 6 o’clock in either case). We also have an island policeman but the only crime on the island is after pub closing time on a Friday and Saturday night when one or two inebriates leave the pub and get a little too vociferous on their way home. When that happens Constable Plowright escorts the culprits to the house that passes as a police station and locks them up for the night , then releases them in the morning when they’re sober after one of Mrs Plowright’s wonderful cooked breakfasts.
“What a bummer.” I said to Mum as I took the bacon and eggs from the fridge and put some bread in the toaster. I knew that that only way I was going to get any breakfast was to make it for myself.
“I’ll telephone the agency and see if they can find a replacement for me as soon as possible.” Mum said.
“OK, Mum, breakfast in ten minutes.” I said.
“Thank you, Will, what would I do without you?” Was Mum’s reply.
“Starve,” I said under my breath.
Mum came back into the kitchen just as the first two eggs came out of the frying pan so I plated them up with some bacon and toast and passed the plate to her.
“Thank you, dear.” She said absently.
“Well?” I asked.
“Well what?” Mum replied.
“What did the agency say?”
“Oh, sorry, I was miles away.”
‘As usual’, I thought.
“There are two possibles. A Mrs Fanshawe who is a bit on the elderly side and I think maybe the work might be a little too much for her; and then there is a Mrs Rousseau who sounds absolutely ideal as she is a fully trained nurse and could probably help me in the practice (my mother is the island’s only doctor). The fly in the ointment is that she has a son about the same age as you, and there is no way that she could have her son with her in the west wing.
The ‘west wing’ is what we laughingly call the area at one end of the house where the housekeeper has her sitting room and above it her bedroom. There is a private staircase so that she can be totally self-contained when off duty. But Mum was right. There is no way that her son could sleep there too. By the way, the ‘east wing’ at the other end of the house is rather larger and houses my mother’s consulting room, a large storage area and the patients’ waiting room on the ground floor. On the floor above is my bedroom, which is HUGE and has areas for sleeping, lounging and studying. More like my own private suite really. I have my own bathroom which also has a door leading from it into the room on the other side, which is a bedroom that has never been used since we moved in. Between the two ‘wings’ was a large outdoor heated swimming pool. Dad is mad keen on swimming and uses it all the time when he is at home, and I do my best to make sure it is used regularly while he is away, although in the winter it gets pretty damned cold.
“Another bummer,” I said. “Someone who sounds ideal but has a son. Is there a father that he could go and live with?” I asked.
“I really don’t know.” Mum replied. “But even if there is we can’t just go shipping him off like a piece of baggage.”
“I suppose not” I said. “So what are we going to do?”
“Well, Mr Ashburton at the agency is going to try and get them both to come over to the island tomorrow. We’ll have to get Jake to bring them across in his boat because we can’t expect them to wait here for twelve hours to get the ferry back. Jake can bring them over and wait to take them back.” Just as she said this the telephone rang and Mum went off to answer it. I had finished my breakfast by now so I cleared the table, putting the dishes into the dishwasher and emptying the ashtray before washing it out in the hopes that Mum wouldn’t be smoking any more today. Mum came back a few minutes later looking grim. “We’re down to one candidate.” She said. “Mrs Fanshawe doesn’t want to be stuck on the island, so we’ve only got Mrs Rousseau to see tomorrow.” She glanced around as though looking for the ashtray, but I said nothing as I didn’t want to encourage her. “She’ll be here with her son at about eleven in the morning. We can have some lunch together, the four of us, and then I’ll have a private chat with her about the job.”
“OK,” I said as Mum looked at me thoughtfully.
“How would you feel about having another boy in the house, Will?” She asked.
Mum knew that I was basically a shy person when it came to my peers; probably as a result of being brought up as an isolated child with only a few kids of my own age at school, and then when it was discovered that I was ultra-bright, I was whipped away from school to study on my own with the help of the Internet. The only time I went to the schoolhouse now was to sit examinations under the eye of an invigilator.
“I suppose that all depends on the boy.” I said. If he’s a good sort then it won’t be too bad, but if he’s a bully, a teaser or a moron, then it could make life very difficult.” I said, although what I actually thought was slightly different and concerned the boy’s appearance and demeanour. I was still rather confused about my sexuality but I knew that I appreciated a good-looking guy. Mum had made it plain to me a couple of years back that she wouldn’t care if I was straight, gay or bi. As a doctor she is used to dealing with that kind of thing, and she had intimated that there were a number of gay people on the island.
“OK, dear. Then it will have to be a joint decision. While I’m interviewing the mother you’ll have to interrogate the son, but we’ll have to make it plain that the boy will have to sleep in the main house, although he can spend his time during the day with his mother if he wants to. Of course, if he’s around the house I’m afraid that you’ll have to stop wandering around naked, and you won’t be able to skinny dip in the pool any more.” OK (blush) yes, I just love to be naked around the house and I don’t care if people see me. Mum sees me all the time, but being a doctor she’s used to seeing mens’ and boys’ dangly bits, and I certainly have nothing to be ashamed of in that department, (although I’ve nothing to brag about either).
“Are they OK with staying on the island?” I asked.
“Oh yes, when Mr Ashburton phoned he said that Mrs Rousseau thinks it will be ideal for them, although her son may take some persuading,” she said as she left the room ready to open up for morning surgery.
I thought I’d better take advantage while I still could and went upstairs to strip off my clothes and have a little naked time to myself.
Although school had finished officially, I had my projects for the next term and the information was already on line so I spent some time studying, but after about half an hour I abandoned that idea because my mind was preoccupied with wondering what it would be like to have another boy living in the house. I was interrupted from my musings by the sound of footsteps on the landing and then a voice from the door said, “Naked again, eh Will? I’m beginning to think you’re a pervert.”
The voice belonged to Chas Rapson, about the only boy on the island who I counted as a real friend. He and his younger brother Bruce and their parents lived about half a mile away and we had known each other since birth; Chas is a few days older than me but physically you’d probably put me a year older than him. Chas was used to finding me naked so it never bothered me when he caught me by surprise.
“Hi Willie” Chas said; he was the only kid I allowed to call me ‘Willie’, and then only in private. It’s better than my real name which is ‘Willow’, (what on earth were my parents thinking of?) but even my mother seems to have forgotten that. “I’ve just seen your mum and she told me you might be getting a new house mate.”
“Yea, looks like it.” I replied. “How come you saw my mum? She should be taking surgery.”
“She is; I saw her as a patient.”
“Wow. What’s wrong? Nothing trivial I hope.” I joked.
“Can’t tell you that Willie, doctor patient confidentiality and all that.”
“Yea, but you’re the patient, idiot.” I said.
“Oh yeah. Well, in that case I’ll just say it’s none of your business.” Chas said, “Except that it might be.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Chas blushed. This was something new; I’d never known him to be embarrassed before. “Come on, spill the beans.” I prompted.
Chas squirmed a bit before he said, “Your Mum thinks I’m going to have to be circumcised, and said that you’d had it done. But I know that, of course, just by looking at you.”
“Now who’s being the perv” I asked, and Chas had the grace to blush as he tore his eyes away from my cock.
“Oh shit,” I said. “Yea, I was done but it was when I was a baby. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a foreskin.”
“Well let me tell you, you wouldn’t like to have mine at the moment.” Chas said.
“Why does Mum think you’ve got to be cut?” I asked.
“Well, as my cock is getting bigger, my foreskin doesn’t seem to be stretching properly, so every time I get a hard-on it can be quite painful, and jacking off is agony.” As Chas said this he was squirming in his seat.
“Have you got a hard-on now? I asked. Chas blushed and nodded.
“Do you want to show me?” I asked.
“You’re just a pervert.” Chas said with a grin, but started undoing his belt. Chas then stood up and let his shorts drop to the floor and I was looking at the healthy bulge in his underpants when I realised that I hadn’t seen Chas naked since we’d both started puberty.
He took a deep breath and lowered his underpants to reveal a great-looking half erect cock and generous balls, but the foreskin was very tight and there was no way that he would be able to draw it back over his glans. Even half hard his foreskin just couldn’t cope with it.
“Ow; that looks sore.” I said.
“It is,” Chas said, “and it’s almost impossible to jack off now. It’s driving me round the bend, especially when I know that Bruce is doing it in the next room.”
“But Bruce is only eleven.” I said.
“Yea, and he’s almost as far into puberty as I am.” Chas told me. “And the bloody annoying thing is that his foreskin’s nice and loose, so he won’t have to be done.” Chas said.
“Do you and Bruce Ummm ... do it together?” I asked.
“We just jerked off together, and only now and again.” He said, blushing again, “but I just can’t manage it now.”
“Well, well, well.” I said. I never would have thought that you and Bruce would get it on.” Have you ever done it with anybody else?”
“No ... well ... yes.” Chas said.
“Come on, come on, spill the beans. I want every detail.” I said, my own cock beginning to rise.
“Well, do you know the boy who sometimes comes over from the mainland with Jake Simmonds?”
“Do you mean Bradley?” I asked.
“Yes.” Chas replied. “We’ve jerked off together once or twice.”
“How? Where?” I asked.
“You remember when Jake went down with shingles and couldn’t run the boat?” Chas asked. I nodded. “Well, I gave Bradley a hand ferrying some supplies over and it just sort of happened while we were crossing. He needed a pee, so he got his cock out and pissed over the side of the boat, but instead of putting it away afterwards he started playing with himself. I just couldn’t help it. I whipped out my own cock and joined him, and then after that we did it several more times until Jake was well enough to come back to work.”
“Well, you’re a real dark horse you are, Chas; I thought I knew you inside out, but obviously I don’t. Why didn’t you ever ask me to do it with you?” I asked him.
“I thought it might spoil our friendship. I thought you might not be in to that sort of thing.”
“What, even though I like to run around the house naked?” I asked, beginning to rub my cock absently.
“Well, you never know ...” Chas said.
“Well, when you’ve got yourself sorted out and the soreness has gone, we’ll have to have a sleepover and then you’ll see exactly where I stand.” I said. In the meantime you’ve got me all worked up now and I think I’m going to have to do something about it.”
“In that case I’ll have to disappear or I’m going to be in absolute agony.” Chas said, making a bee-line for the door.
“Bye Chas.” I called as my cock reached full mast, but I heard him call a greeting to my mum as he left, so I hastily grabbed a pair of shorts and just got them pulled up in time to hear her knock on my bedroom door.
I never did manage to get relief and by the time I went to bed that night I was so tired that I just couldn’t be bothered.
The following morning mum got me up pretty early to help her tidy the house. I took a little more care than usual over the way I dressed as I thought I would be under another guy’s scrutiny, but I only made sure that my shorts and tee shirt were clean and that my sandals were presentable. I did make a conscious decision to go commando, but that was nothing too unusual for me. There was no morning surgery scheduled and mum was getting ready to drive down to the quay to pick up the Rousseaus when the telephone rang. While mum answered the phone I went into the kitchen intending to get some lunch together. Mum came back into the kitchen with a worried look on her face and said, “I’m sorry Will, I’ve got to go up to North End Farm. Old Ted Mitchell thinks hid wife may have dislocated her shoulder in a fall, so I’ll have to go and see what I can do,”
“Ouch!” I said, sympathising with Mrs Mitchell.
“Would you take the Range Rover down to the quay to pick up the Rousseaus, please Will.” Mum asked.
Now it may seem unusual that a fifteen year-old would be asked to drive a high-powered vehicle against the law, but on our little island things are a little different and our local copper tends to turn a blind eye to that sort of thing.
“Sure thing, Mum” I replied as she grabbed the keys to her Citroen C4 and shot out of the door.
The reason we have two cars is that some parts of the island are somewhat inaccessible, hence the Range Rover, but Mum prefers the comfort and the ‘automatic everything’ that our Citroen C4 has. Fortunately the Mitchells’ farmhouse is easily accessed so the C4 was the vehicle of choice, leaving me with my favourite, the Range Rover.
I hopped in behind the wheel and drove down to the quayside where I scanned the sea, but could see no sign of Jake’s boat yet. I sat back and tuned the radio in to my favourite classical station while I waited. A few minutes later I glanced out on to the water and saw Jake’s boat in the distance, chugging towards me. I got out of the car and wandered down to the jetty. As the boat got nearer I could make out old Jake sitting in the stern at the tiller, and also the definite form of a woman sitting midships but couldn’t at first see the boy, but then I realised that he was sitting next to her with his head hung over the side of the boat. I smiled to myself, knowing that sometimes the water in the channel could be deceptively choppy and that seasickness was a common occurrence on the short journey from the mainland, especially in Jake’s little boat, which has no stabilisers.
As the boat approached the jetty I stood ready to help our visitors out of the boat. I nodded in greeting to Jake and held out my hand to help Mrs Rousseau ashore. She took my hand and sprang lithely from the boat showing no sign of the queasiness that was so obviously affecting her son and clutching a plastic container which looked suspiciously like a cake box. “Come on darling, she called to him. “The sooner you’re on dry land the better.”
Still dry-retching the boy’s head came upright and he stood shakily to his feet. He was rather green around the gills, but even that could not hide the sheer perfection that was his face, I was instantly aroused and had to will myself not to get too hard, especially when he reached out and took my proffered hand and I pulled him on to the jetty. Jake grinned and shook his head as he said, “I’ll be at Mary’s place when you’re ready.” Mary was Jake’s sister who had married an islander and now lived here. Jake would spend some time with her while the waited to take the Rousseaus back to the mainland.
“Hello Mrs. Rousseau, I’m Will Martin; welcome to the island.
“Hello Will, I’m Amanda Rousseau and this is my son Leo.”
“Hi Leo,” I said as Leo grunted in reply. “I’m afraid that Jake’s boat is not the smoothest vessel when the channel’s choppy.”
“Please, don’t talk about it.” Leo said, still looking green. I took the time to observe his perfectly pressed shirt, immaculately tailored shorts and very expensive black leather sandals. I was also admiring what was inside them when I began to regret going commando.
“The car’s just down in the car park, this way. I said, hastily turning my back on them to hide my increasingly embarrassing erection.
When we got to the car Mrs Rousseau said, “I think maybe Leo should travel in the front as he’s feeling queasy.”
“Good idea,” I said, opening the back door for Mrs. Rousseau.
“What a gentleman,” she said as she slid into the back seat. “Where’s your mother, Will?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, she got an emergency call just as we were coming out so she had to dash off. I’m sure she won’t be long and I’ll try to keep you both entertained in the meantime.”
“Oh, right, but who drove you down here?”
“Ah, yes.” I began. “Please remember this is a very small island and the laws of the mainland don’t really apply here. I drove here myself.”
“What!?!” Mrs Rousseau exclaimed.
“Cool.” Leo said with a grin as I got behind the wheel next to him.”
You may think that I’m boasting, but I am a pretty good driver; probably better than many people who have passed a test, and I proved it to the Rousseaus on the way back to the house.
“Welcome to River House.” I said as I pushed the front door open.
“Oh, is your mother home?” Mrs Rousseau asked.
“I don’t think so, the car isn’t here.” I said.
“But the front door was open.” She said.
“Um, yes.” I replied, “but again, this is the island. Things are a little different here. We just make sure that mum’s surgery is secure but the rest doesn’t really matter. Everybody here is the same.”
“Wow.” Leo said. “Cool. ” Mrs Rousseau just shook her head in wonder.
“It’s like walking back in time.” She said.
“Come into the kitchen with me and I’ll make some coffee for you to drink while I get lunch ready.” I said.
The Rousseaus followed me to the kitchen and I could see that Mrs Rousseau was looking round admiring the facilities. “Let me make the coffee for you.” Leo said. “Fresh or instant?”
“We pretty-much always have fresh.” I said.
“Cool.” Leo said. I was beginning to get a little bored with his ‘cool’, but I said nothing.
I had intended making something fresh for lunch before mum had the emergency call, but I remembered that I had made a quiche a few weeks previously so I hastily grabbed it from the freezer and popped it in the oven to defrost and heat through while I cobbled together a salad and put some home-grown new potatoes on to boil.
I’ll give Leo his due, he made a great cup of coffee, but I couldn’t help noticing that he kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye and I got the feeling that he wasn’t just interested in was I was doing.
“You’ll have to be careful what you eat, Leo. You don’t want to be too ill on the way back.” Mrs Rousseau said.
“Oh, come on.” Leo said. “There is NO WAY that I am setting foot in that damned boat again. “I’ll swim back if I have to, but I’m not subjecting myself to that indignity again.”
“Well, we’ll have to see.” Mrs Rousseau said.
“You can always wait until the evening ferry.” I said. “It’s a lot bigger and has stabilisers.”
“Now that sounds like a great idea.” Leo said with a smile just as I heard mum’s car pull into the drive.
“Here’s mum now.” I said. I noticed Mrs Rousseau quickly run her hand down her dress to smooth it, then the other hand went to her hair to give it a quick primp. Leo, on the other hand, sat where he was and seemed unperturbed.
“I’m so sorry,” Mum said as she came into the kitchen. “I hope Will’s been entertaining you.”
“Yes Indeed, Doctor Martin,” Mrs Rousseau said, “and I quite understand about the emergency call; I am a nurse, after all, but I was very surprised that you allow Will to drive, especially such a powerful vehicle as your Range Rover.”
“Firstly, please call me Jenny, and if you spend any amount of time on the island you’ll soon learn that things are very different here.”
“Thanks, Jenny; my name is Amanda and this is my son Leo”
“Hi Doctor Martin,” Leo said.
“Hi Leo. Now then; what do we have for lunch Will?”
“We have the quiche that I froze a couple of weeks ago with a green salad and some new potatoes, but I haven’t had a chance to make a salad dressing yet.”
“Oh, please let me do that,” Mrs Rousseau said. “Which cupboard is everything in?”
Mum made vague motions, but in truth she hadn’t a clue where anything was. “In here, Mrs Rousseau.” I said, indicating a cupboard.
“And for after lunch I’ve brought a date and walnut cake with me.”
“Mmmmm, my favourite,” I said truthfully.
“Mum makes a mean date and walnut cake,” Leo said.
“Yes, but none for you if you’ve got to make that return trip later.” Mrs Rousseau said with a grin.
“I told you; there’s no way I am setting foot in that boat ever again!” Leo said seriously.
“Let’s wait and see how you feel later.” Amanda told him.
We finished our preparations and sat down to lunch. Both Amanda and Leo complemented me on the quiche as they both cleared their plated and Leo even had a second helping causing Amanda to raise her eyebrows in surprise. “He never eats this much at home.” She said.
“Maybe you’d like to give Leo a tour of the house while I have a word with Amanda,” mum said.
“Yes, it’s important that Leo speaks to Will,” Amanda said; “there are one or two things that may influence whether we come to live here.”
I thought it a rather odd comment to make, but I made no comment as I hooked my finger, gesturing for Leo to follow me. We chatted amiably as I showed him around the house, firstly what might be his mother’s quarters, then mum’s surgery and waiting room and then we went upstairs. Firstly I showed him the room that we had semi-allocated to him, then into the bathroom and on to my bedroom. “Ah, I think they call that a’ Jack and Jill bathroom’.” Leo said.
“Yes, or maybe in our case a ‘Jack and Jack’.” I said as I motioned him to sit in my computer chair as I lay back on my bed.
“Yes, and that leads me to what I really have to talk to you about.” Leo said.
“Sounds ominous.” I said.
Leo said nothing and just seemed to stare at me. After a few seconds I realised that it wasn’t quite me that he was staring at, but just a part of me. The way I was lying on the bed meant that the leg of my shorts was gaping and Leo was actually staring at my cock and balls. As I’ve mentioned, I’m not ashamed of what I have between my legs and the more Leo stared the harder it was to keep Little Will under control until, sure enough, he started to harden and lengthen as Leo began to breathe deeper and deeper.
“Like what you see?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh, yes.” Be said before he realised that he’s said anything. “I mean … well … Umm …” and with each stammer his face got redder and redder until he finally took a deep breath, looked me straight in the eye and began to babble, “What I mean is, I’m gay; but you’ve probably guessed that by now. It was what I had to talk to you about before mum and I decide whether we’re going to move here. It wouldn’t be fair to lumber you with it once we arrived, so mum insisted that I speak to you first so make sure you didn’t … … …”
I cut him short. “Leo, it’s OK, really.
“Really?” He asked, glancing from my face back to my cock and back to my face again.”
“If my mum is happy with your mum, then I’m sure we could get along together, although there’s nothing for gay people on the island.”
“Don’t mind me asking, but do you always go without underwear?” Leo asked.
“Whenever I can.” I said. “and I like to go naked around the house.”
“Ooooooh.” Leo said with a smile. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“Well, you’ve seen what I’ve got already.” I said with a smile.