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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.

 

Part four.

 

 

Zachary Blair says...

Very slowly, I open the door to Freddie's bedroom. I feel like a thief in the night. This is his private domain and should be sacrosanct, especially from a non-member of the family. But I'm drawn to it by a curiosity to know more about the boy I've fallen in love with again.

 

Typical boy! His curtains are still drawn. I want to open them, but I daren't. Everything has to remain intact; free from signs of intrusion. A pair of discarded socks lie on the floor – one inside out and the other screwed up like a ball – along with a pair of blue jeans with one leg pulled inside out. I try to imagine him undressing. We all have own way of doing it, and it seems that Freddie sits on the bed and pulls the trouser leg off his left leg, and then folds the other leg off... hence one of them being inside out. Just under the edge of the bed is a pair of his underpants: light blue, Y/fronted ones. I sit on the bed, pick them up and hold them to my cheek. I try not to examine them, but my resistance is low to a garment that has been so intimate with the sexual part of him that I want to kiss and make love to - Patrick. I kiss the softness of them, and then search for tell-tale signs. I soon find it; the stiff part where he's wiped Patrick after he's ejaculated. I smile to myself, thinking that he should have thrown them in the wash. I sniff at the stiff part and detect a hint of boyish odour. It's not offensive. It's Freddie. I replace them on the floor where I found them, and look at the bed.

 

The bed. Again a typical boy's bed; single with dark blue bedding. The duvet is thrown back, and I smile when I recall when it was done – the third shout from his mother to shift himself or he would be late for school. Because last night I'd arranged to take him to school this morning while I was on my way to the job interview, I was already up and dressed while this was going on. Two pillows. The top one is indented where his head lay, and I caress the indentation with the back of my fingers, and then do the same to the creased indentation of the under-sheet where his sweet body lay. I can see no pyjamas about, and assuming that his sexual release had taken place last night before he went to sleep, his naked body would have been where my fingers are now caressing. I find that highly sensual, and Squidward swells in my underpants at the thought of us lying together, making love.

 

There are no posters of girls on the walls, and none of men either. Instead, there are posters of cross-country motor-cycling, and a large one of a rally car racing through the mud. His books are just right for a boy his age: Harry Potter and other stories in vogue at the moment.

 

I need to leave, but before I do, I look around the semi-dark room that has been Freddie's since he was old enough not to sleep with his parents. In this same room he will have shed tears when we parted five years ago; in this room he will have suffered the awful emotions that were so bad that he had to see a counsellor, and because I can sense just how he felt, I begin to sob, and tears fall from my eyes. I fall back onto the bed and lay my head where Freddie's head has been, and will be, and allow my tears to flow onto his pillow. It takes me a while to recover, and when I leave the room, I look back, trying to remember every minor detail to store away in my memory for when I need to relieve my own sexual tensions. From now on, in my mind, this is where I'll be making love to Freddie each night.

 

**********

 

So much to think about as I drink a coffee and eat a cheese and pickle sandwich in the Montgomery kitchen. The job interview went well. The job is mine if I want it. £30,500 a year to start with, and rising to £35,000 after two years. They'd been talking to dad on the phone (it's not what you know, but who you know), and he'd explained my situation, and they'd given me addresses of two estate-agents to try for a property to live in. I really should be out there house-hunting now, but all I've done is gone to the two agents and get a load of leaflets on properties to look at. Why have I done that? Because Freddie will be home from school soon, and I want his input. This is to be our love-nest, and I want him to feel at home wherever we choose. Because of the travelling distance when he can sneak away, it can't be too far away from here, but neither do I want it to be too close if we're to keep up our pretence of not being attracted to each other.

 

Freddie did a great job of ignoring me last evening after we'd got back from Smuggler's Cove, but I didn't miss the occasional knowing grin he gave me whenever it was safe to do so, nor the nakedness of his slim waist when he was teasing me on the sofa. And he went to bed without protest an hour before I did when his dad told him that he had to be up for school in the morning.

 

This morning he was a schoolboy with his white shirt and red tie, and his black blazer with the school crest on the top pocket, and the black slacks and well-polished black shoes. He looked absolutely fabulous, especially because his red and auburn hair contrasted so well with the dark colours he was wearing, and when he got out of the car when I dropped him off at his school, my heart melted when he slung his schoolbag over his shoulders and gave me a massive grin before he walked away with a couple of his pals. I sat in the car and waited until he was going through the school gates, hoping for another smile. I wasn't disappointed. Just as he was about to disappear around the thick pillar of the gates, he glanced back at me and gave me another grin, and I was grinning when I drove away. This secret affair is becoming fun.

       

**********

 

I'm still sitting in the kitchen at half three, looking at the properties for sale and to rent when I hear a key turn in the latch, and when I turn around, I watch Freddie sling his heavy schoolbag onto a chair and come to me. He's grinning when he throws his arms around my neck and hugs my head. Then he asks, "What are you doing?"

 

"What do you think I'm doing?"

 

He giggles. "Have you got the job?"

 

"I told you, it was mine before I came."

 

"Have you picked somewhere to live?"

 

"No. I wanted you to look at these places before I do."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because I want you to like it. I can't have you sneaking away to a place you don't like."

 

Freddie giggles. "Good thinking. How's Squidward?"

 

I chuckle. "He's fine. How's Patrick?"

 

"He's been hard all day. I told you he was a dummy."

 

"It's your age. When I was your age I was doing it five times a day."

 

Freddie snorts in my ear. "Phhhttt! I can beat that. I can do that in one sitting."

 

"Liar!"

 

"Wanna bet? Do you want me to show you?"

 

I laugh. "No. Save it for when you're in bed, but don't keep me awake like you did last night."

 

Freddie puts his head around my face and stares into my eyes. "Did I keep you awake?"

 

"Yes. I nearly sneaked into you."

 

I get a kiss on the cheek for that, and then he says, "Have you been in my bedroom?"

 

"Why are you asking me that?"

 

"I would have been in yours. I've been thinking all day that you've been in there. Have you?"

 

"Yes. And I left some tears on your pillow."

 

Freddie's hug around my neck becomes tighter. "That's what I would have done. I nearly started crying today, after dinner, at school. Kris helped me out, and I was okay then."

 

Kris?"

 

"My mate. Kris Boscowan. We've always been mates. He knows all about us."

 

"Knows all about us?"

 

"He's known for a couple of years or more. He was asking why I was ill that time, and I told him why it was. And I told him that I'd blamed it on James. He thought that was clever. He said they'd have gone nuts if they thought I was in love with a bloke. But he hated you when I told him about us."

 

"Does he still hate me?"

 

"No. Not after today when I told him how it had been for you. He says he'll help us as much as he can."

 

"Does he know I'm gay?"

 

"I told him today."

 

"And... ?"

 

Freddie giggles. "You're in luck."

 

"Why?"

 

The giggles turn into belly laughter, and he manages to gurgle out, "Kris is gay. I only worked it out properly about a couple of years ago, and then when he was sure I wouldn't tell anybody, he told me all about what he wanted to do and stuff like that." More belly laughter, and then, "He doesn't care about anything. A teacher at school said he would give him a smack on the backside if he didn't behave himself, so Kris dropped his trousers and showed the teacher his bare bum. He got three nights detention for that. Because he says he likes it up the bum, he says he'll be your gay boyfriend."

 

I chuckle. "You boys! I'll have to be careful with you two. You'll have me in jail. Do your parents know Kris is gay?"

 

Freddie shakes his head. "I daren't tell dad. He hates queers. Mind you, he hates anybody who's different."

 

"What about your mum?"

 

"She just says what dad says. Shall we pick a house then?"

 

I turn on my seat and pull him into my arms. He doesn't resist, and sits in my lap while I hug him. He puts an arm over my shoulder and stares into my eyes. I smile at him, and say, "Kiss me."

 

He smiles into my eyes and then places his soft lips against mine. I kiss him, and he returns it, and it becomes long and loving. After a while he breaks the kiss, and grins. "We'd better stop and look at these houses. Mum will be home in a bit."

 

I giggle, and caress his cheek. "Let's look then before she gets home."

 

We've been at it for about ten minutes, discarding most and putting just a few at one side for further consideration. Then Freddie selects one from the few that we put aside, and says, "Davidstow. That's only about four miles from here, and I can get a bus there."

 

I look at the property he's selected. A two bedroomed bungalow painted white on the exterior, with full gas central heating; a modernised kitchen and bathroom, and at only £630 per calendar month including rates. Twelve months renewable lease, and tastefully, fully furnished. In a peaceful location in a convenient location between the breathtaking North Cornwall Coast and the rugged Bodmin Moor, and handily placed for the prominent towns and villages of Wadebridge, Camelford, Boscastle, Tintagel, Port Isaac, Padstow, and Rock. Twenty minutes drive from Launceston. Set back 100 metres from the main A395, this property would suit those who prefer privacy, and to the rear is a coppice with extensive open farmland beyond. Quick inspection recommended.

 

I look at Freddie, and grin. "Looks good, but won't it be too near here?"

 

Freddie shakes his head. "Nah! It's perfect. I think I know where it is. Kris lives in Davidstow. It's only a tiny village. He lives at the other end of the village, and the school bus picks him up and drops him off there." He points to the leaflet. "I think this place is on the left just before you come to the main road that runs from Bude down to here. I bike up to Kris's sometimes. It's about three and a half miles from here. Fifteen minutes at the most." He grins. "Only five if I'm coming to see you." He points at the leaflet. "Can you afford that? It's a lot of money."

 

I do a quick calculation in my head and talk to Freddie as I'm doing it. "£630 times 12 is £7,560 a year. £7,560 as a percentage of £30,500 is about 30%. That will leave me about £23,000 to play with. Yes, I'm pretty sure I can manage that."

 

Freddie whistles through his teeth. "You're a clever sod! Is that how much they're going to pay you? Mum and dad only earn that much between them. If that!"

 

I grin at him. "That's what you can expect if you work hard at school, Freddie. And now you're going to be my boyfriend, I'm going to make sure you do!"

 

"Your Boyfriend! I like that, and you'll be my boyfriend. Kris will laugh his cock off when I tell him that."

 

I laugh and pull him back into my lap. Then I look into his beautiful eyes, and he looks into mine. I can see the excitement in them when I say, "Let's go for it then... boyfriend. I'll phone them now and see when I can inspect the property."

 

Freddie giggles. "Go for it, Batman!" Then I see his face change. He studies my face and runs his fingers through my hair. His eyes settle on mine, he brings his head forward, and we kiss again. When he breaks the kiss, I can see that his eyes are misty when he says, "Don't leave me on my own again, please."

 

I give him a warm smile. "I won't Freddie, but we've got to be careful, especially now you've told me what your dad's like."

 

Freddie nods. "I was thinking that today. Whatever happens, we've got to keep it from him that you're gay."

 

I give him a stern look. "Then stop flirting with me on the sofa! I had a hard on all night while you were flashing your tummy at me!"

 

Freddie begins to laugh; I begin to laugh, and we end up giggling in each other's arms. Then he says, "Get your hand off my bum!"

 

I grin into his face. "Why should I?"

 

He licks his tongue out. "You know why, so just move it!"

 

I do move it, but not before I've taken a handful of his soft buttock and squeezed it, which makes Freddie's grin even wider than it was before.

 

**********

 

When Ann Montgomery arrives home from her job as a school teacher's assistant at the local primary school at just turned 4pm, I tell her about my day and that I've got the job if I want it, and about the bungalow I'm going to look at in the morning. She looks at the leaflet and is enthusiastic. And then she asks where Freddie is, and I tell her, "I think he's in his room. He went upstairs about ten minutes ago."

 

"Sorry about that, Zac. He can be a grumpy devil now he's a teenager."

 

I grin at her. "It's fine. We get on quite well. He was good company in the car going to school, and yesterday when we went to Bossiney. It's a good job he knows his way around, because when we couldn't find a place to park at Trebarwith Strand, I wondered what we'd do. He knows the coast well, and even though Bossiney was packed, at least we could park there and walk down to the sea."

 

She looks at the leaflet again, and says, "£630 a month. That's quite expensive. You could buy a place for that much."

 

I nod. "I suppose I could, but I don't want to tie myself down anywhere just yet. The job pays £30,000 a year and rises to £35,000 in two years, so I can afford it."

 

Ann looks surprised, and she says, "That's good money for around here! Well done!"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "They can afford it. They've just won a new contract with The Council now this type of stuff is being put out to tender with private firms since the government has made cutbacks. That's the contract I'll be working on, so I suppose it's worth at least treble what they'll be paying me." I smile at her. "I did tell Freddie what I would be earning, and he couldn't believe it either. I told him to work hard at school and he might earn the same one day."

 

"He's not very good at maths. The last time we went to a parent's evening, they said he needed to work harder at it."

 

I'm beginning to see an opening developing here, and casually, I say, "If you need any help with his schooling, you've only got to ask. I don't mind spending the odd night or day helping him improve." Then I add with a giggle, "But I don't suppose he'd welcome extra work at home or at my place when he wants to be out with his mates. I suppose he spends most of his time playing football or meeting up with his pals at night. And with the girls!"

 

Ann laughs. "I don't know what they get up to at night and at weekends, but he's always off somewhere. At least he hasn't brought any trouble home yet, unlike like some of the kids round here. Just last week, just before you came, three lads and a girl not much older than him were arrested for breaking into an old lady's house. I asked Freddie if he knew them. He said he did, but didn't have anything to do with them because they're a bad bunch. He said he was up at Davidstow that evening with his best mate, Kris. That's where he spends most of his time. He goes up there on his bike, or on the bus, depending what the weather's like. Kris is a nice lad, from a good family. They go camping together sometimes, and we don't see them all weekend. If you take that place at Davidstow, I'll bet it won't be long before they're knocking on your door when they're hungry. Little devils. Just tell them to go away if they do."

 

I laugh. "Kids. Eh! What do you think about the bungalow?"

 

Ann picks up the leaflet again, and studies it. "I think it's nice. It will do for a single man." She points towards the ceiling. "It would do me if he was grown up and had flown the nest. Unlike this place, it won't be a lot of work to keep it clean. Yes, I think it's nice. Would you like me to go with you to look at it?"

 

I'm thinking this conversation is going very well, and having Ann come with me will sort of cement my relationship with the family if I've got them on my side. That will be important if Freddie and I are to be successful in conducting our affair. I look at Ann. "Don't you have to go to work?"

 

She shakes her head. "Tuesday is my day off. I only work part time nowadays. It's this damned government. They're making cuts everywhere."

 

I nod. "Yes I know. They're privatising everything. That's why I've got this job. Yes I would like you to come with me. Thank you. I was thinking of going back home tomorrow, but if you don't mind me staying for an extra night, we'll go and look at the place, and if it's suitable, I'll sort it with the estate agent in the afternoon, and then go home Wednesday morning. I can drop Mr Grumpy upstairs off at school on the way back home. We'll have lunch out in Launceston tomorrow if you like. On me. By the way, how much do I owe you for the lodgings here?"

 

"Don't be silly! It was good to see you after all these years. Ted was saying what a super young man you've grown up to be. No, I won't take anything from you." Then she grins. "You can pay me back by getting him upstairs to improve his grades."

 

I grin at her. "Thank you. It's a deal. I'll kick his backside if he doesn't improve."

 

Just as I say that, Freddie walks into the room dressed in a replica Exeter Town football strip. Because Ann can't see my face, I wink at him and grin when I say, "Your mum says your grades need to improve. I said that I'd give you some tuition and kick your backside if you didn't improve."

 

Freddie gives me a look that is so sharp that it would cut me if it was a knife. "I'm no good at school. I missed out the basics when I was ill, and I haven't caught up." Then he ignores me, and says to Ann, "I'm going to play footy on the green, Mum. Kris has just phoned. He's on the way down on his bike. Can he have some tea with us?"

 

"Yes, of course he can."

 

Freddie goes out of the room, and I hear him bouncing a ball as he goes out of the house. I turn to Ann, and ask, "When he was ill? When was that?"

 

Ann has her back to me and is putting the kettle on when she answers, and I can hear the bitterness in her voice when she says, "About five years ago. Not long after the holiday when we first met you. He suffered some sort of a mental breakdown. The doctor said it was stress. It lasted about six months, and he missed school for most of that time. He's never really caught up. What they should have done was keep him for another year in the same class so he could do the same work again, but that's not how schools work. Ever since then he's been in the bottom band in his year group. He's catching up slowly, but I doubt he'll ever be an academic because of it."

 

"Stress! What on earth brought that on with a kid so young?"

 

Ann is a while before she answers, and after she's poured hot water into the teapot and covered it with a tea-cosy, she turns and looks directly at me. "I don't know whether I should be telling you this, Zac, but it was all caused by meeting you on holiday."

 

"Me!"

 

Ann shakes her head. "Sorry, Zac, I didn't mean you, personally, I meant your family."

 

I pretend to look puzzled, and say, "I don't understand, Ann."

 

"I'll make this cup of tea, and then I'll tell you, but best not to mention to Ted that I have. Well, not yet." Ann brings the teapot to the table, along with two cups and all the necessary, and places them down. Then she sits opposite me. She pours, I add one sugar and some milk, and stir the tea while she does the same. Then she lifts the cup, takes a sip from it, and looks at me over the top of it. "How is James these days?"

 

"James is fine. He's doing well at school. Why do you ask?"

 

Ann gives a slight sideways shrug of the shoulders. "Freddie had a mad crush on him."

 

I grin at her. "I remember James had a mad crush on Freddie at the time. When we got back home, for a month all we heard was `Freddie this' and `Freddie that'. It was just a schoolboy thing. He grew out of it."

 

"Freddie didn't. He's a very emotional boy. Meeting James affected him so much that he became ill because of it. He was so ill that we had to take him to the doctors. Well, I did. Ted just kept telling him to snap out of it. But that's Ted. Anyway, Freddie had to go and see a counsellor. It eventually did the job. That and time. But he was so ill that he missed a lot of his schooling the following year, and he's never caught up since."

 

I stare at Ann over my cup. "I'm sorry about that, Ann. We didn't know or we would have made James keep in touch until Freddie could get over it in his own time. These things always peter out, and I suppose some take longer than others. How's Freddie now? Has he got over it?"

 

Ann nods. "Yes, I think so. I thought that seeing you might have triggered things off again, but he seems to be fine with you here. What was he like yesterday? Did he ask about James?"

 

I nod. "Yes he did. But it was only a casual reference. Then we had lots of fun swimming and diving in the ocean and he was as happy as any normal boy, so I don't think he's harbouring any thoughts about James now." I can see relief in Ann's eyes, so I use the opportunity to make her feel even better. "As I say, I'm sorry about what happened to Freddie, and I'll tell you what I'll do... while I'm down here, to try and make up for what happened, I really will spend some time with him and try to get his grades back up to scratch. How does that sound to you?"

 

Ann smiles at me. "It would be good if you could, but you'll have your own social life and won't have time for Freddie."

 

"Don't be silly! I told you when I came down that I wouldn't have much time for a social life. What I didn't tell you is that I'll be studying for my master's degree in my own time now. I don't intend that I work for somebody else all my life. I want to start up my own business at some time. Two or three years work experience down here is just the first step on the rung of the ladder I want to climb." I grin at Ann. "Anyway, I think Freddie actually likes me! He was great fun yesterday, and we got on like a house on fire. Certainly no teenage grumps. I think he saves them for his parents. That's what they normally do."

 

Ann laughs: a relieved laugh. "You're right there! He's worse than either of the girls ever were!" She shakes her head while she's chuckling. "Boys!"

 

I chuckle with her. "Boys! Leave him to me, Ann. A mixture of days out and back to some serious studying, and we'll bring him up to scratch."

 

Her eyes are almost misty when Ann smiles at me. "I'm glad you're here, Zac. I'll have a word with Ted when you've gone back, and tell him what we're planning."

 

*********** ************ *********** ************ ***********

 

Freddie Montgomery says...

When Kris rolls up on his bike, he asks, "Is he still here?"

 

I grin at him. "Yes. He's talking to mum about a bungalow in Davidstow. Near to your place. I think it's that white one that stands back on the left just before you come to the main road. You know the one; the one that's almost hidden by the trees."

 

"That was the one old Mrs Cranbourne lived in. She died about three months ago. There's a sign up outside now: To Let."

 

"That is the one then. I thought it was." I laugh. "I'll be your neighbour."

 

Kris looks puzzled. "You're not going to live with him?"

 

I nod. "Yep. It's all arranged. We're getting married and moving in there when he's sorted things."

 

Kris laughs. "Bollocks!" When he's stopped laughing, he says, "Let's go and see him then. I'm dying to see what he looks like. If he's as nice as what you say he is, I might rent my arse out to him for twenty quid a throw."

 

"Fuck off! Anyway, let's play footy for a bit. You'll see him at teatime. And don't come out with any of your fucking jokes about us! We're pretending we're not bothered about each other. Last I heard when I came out was that he was planning to give me some tuition so my grades would improve."

 

Kris laughs again. "Grades my arse! You'd best start sticking some carrots up yours to get some practice in if he's got a big dick."

 

Although I laugh with Kris, his words make me realise how other people don't understand what love is about. I don't think like that. Whenever I think about Zac, I think about him holding me and loving me. I'd rather kiss him a hundred times than do that! Or would I?

 

To be continued...   

 

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