Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2021 14:40:00 +0000
From: Andrew Passey <andypassey69@gmail.com>
Subject: Will and Tom Part Three (Young Friends)

On Monday morning Will sat in a chair in reception waiting for the
headteacher to call him into his office.  The door opened and he was
invited in. He walked in and to his surprise there was already a boy
there sitting down as well. He was small with blond hair. Will guessed he
was a first year pupil rather than a second year one like he was.

"So William. This is Tom. He's starting school today. He's moved here
from a school he was struggling at and I want this school to help him.
I'm sure you can sympathise with the struggle given your ongoing issues.
I want you to look after Tom. Show him around. Support him. Just help him
settle in."

Will looked at the headteacher in surprise, why was he expected to
babysit this new boy?

"Tom will be joining your form class and will be in your lessons so
please do help him."

"My form class? Is he really my age? He looks small."

"Boys develop at different rates as I'm sure you know if you've been
paying attention in Biology and PSE. Tom, that's all for now. As I said,
my door is always open for you. Sit outside please and give me a moment
with William. He'll then take you to your form."

Tom stood up and left the room leaving Will sitting there.

"Why am I ..." he started to ask but the headteacher put his hand up to
stop him.

"Tom needs support. You need something to focus on. So I've put the two
of you together. He is on the autism spectrum. Only fairly mildly but it
makes him a bit different. Do you know what Autism is?" The headteacher
asked Will who nodded slightly. The headteacher nodded approvingly and
continued.

"Tom got bullied for it at his old school. He can be very obsessive and
can dwell on things too much. He's also very open. He'll say what's in
his head and at times he doesn't have an off switch. So his mouth can
get him into trouble with people who don't understand his condition. I
don't want anyone bullying him or mistreating him here. So I'm putting
you in charge of looking after him. Anything that happens to him is your
responsibility. It will be good for you to have someone other than
yourself to focus on. I think you can both learn off each other. Now go
and I hope the next time you're in here is for me to congratulate you on
helping Tom settle in."

With that the headteacher stood up and opened the door for Will to leave.
He was very unenthusiastic about it all. He was basically a glorified
babysitter he decided and he didn't like it. He went over to where Tom
was sitting. He was ever so slightly rocking but stopped and smiled when
he saw Will.

"So William..." he started to say.

"Call me Will."

"Okay. Will. Mr Fredricks said that you're a bit of a bad boy at the
moment due to your parents dying but you've got a good heart and you'll
look after me. Boys were very mean to me at my old school. It made me
want to kill myself. I hope it's nicer here. Thank you for being my
friend. I don't have many friends. People think I'm strange because of
my autism but I think they're strange. Do you like Transformers?"

The words flowed out in a torrent. Will realised what Mr Fredricks had
said about no off switch. Tom had already mentioned Will was a bad boy
and his parents were dead. Clearly Will would have to be careful what he
said in front of Tom.

"Er Transformers? As in the movies?" Will asked slightly confused how
they'd gone from Tom talking about killing himself to mentioning
Transformers.

"No! That's evil bayformers! I hate Michael Bay. He made fucking shit
films! No transformers like the models. I collect them. I've got loads.
And comics as well. I like watching old series on YouTube. Some of them
were never shown over here. Not sure who my favourite is. G1 Starscream
is good! Very old, 1984. Classic times. You got a favourite?"

Will sighed. This was going to be exhausting.

"Er no. I don't really like them. I'm thirteen after all," Will said.
Not nastily but not warmly. He was just being honest after all.
Transformers were things little kids played with, he thought. He then saw
Tom's face drop and he decided to be nice to him. "However you can tell
me more about them later if you like, so I learn more about them. Now we
better hurry and get to form registration before we start lessons."

Will strode off and Tom hurried along beside him. Standing a bit too
close so he kept bumping into him. He talked excitedly as they walked and
Will realised his patience would be tested to the limit. They made it to
form and Will sat down with Tom sitting next to him. The form teacher Mrs
Wilkinson asked Tom to stand up and introduced him to the class.

"Tom would you like to say something about yourself to the class that
will help them get to know you?" She asked him. He shook his head
slightly but then stood up.

"Um. I'm autistic. Well a bit. I don't know how much. Is that what you
mean?"

Mrs Wilkinson looked a bit unsure of herself. Will thought she must have
known about Tom's condition but maybe she hadn't thought it all
through. She recovered and smiled.

"Everybody please be nice to Tom. It's hard starting a new school and I
want you to set a good example for him. Now, let's get on with the
register."

Will relaxed slightly. He'd been concerned Tom would make himself a
pariah straight away but it seemed to be ok. The way he talked and the
things he talked about did make him seem younger than he was. Will just
hoped Tom would settle in and not need Will to look after him.

Over the next couple of days though it became clear Tom wasn't that
interested in making new friends. He stuck to Will like glue. He sat next
to him in each lesson. He followed him around outside of lessons. He ate
his lunch with him. When Will hung out with other friends Tom would
usually stand there next to him quietly. Or sometimes he'd just talk
constant shit about transformers or some meme he'd seen online. It was
clear the headteacher was right that he had no off switch. On the plus
side he seemed to be a nice boy with no malice in him that Will could
see. On the negative side it was clear his unfiltered words would get him
into trouble at times.

After having been told to look after Tom, Will had done a bit of research
online about autism and could certainly see that Tom had some of those
traits. He didn't seem to be able to recognise when he'd lost the
conversation or when he was saying things that offended others. Will's
friends were sympathetic to Tom but they were in the minority. Even with
his best efforts to prevent it it was clear to Will that Tom would
definitely face some problems at school.  For now though the jibes and
comments to Tom seemed to go over his head. Will hoped that continued as
he was well aware any problems for Tom would reflect badly on him. It
didn't seem fair that the headteacher had put him in charge of Tom
settling in. However as Will had learnt over the past few months life was
far from fair.

"At the last school I went to I hated it. I ended up wanting to drink
bleach to kill myself. My parents wouldn't listen and neither would the
teachers, well one of them was part of the problem. He would shout at me
and make me cry and then he'd shout more. My parents thought I was
overreacting and being a drama queen but it was taking over my life. I
couldn't sleep. I found where the bleach was and was really considering
drinking it. I just wanted to die with dignity rather than be destroyed
by the teacher and the pupils. They were all on his side anyway. In the
end I had a massive meltdown in front of my parents and luckily they
listened and moved me here," Tom confided in Will on Thursday
lunchtime.

"Oh right. Well I know what it's like to think bad thoughts. After my
parents....anyway it's natural to think bad thoughts sometimes. Just
don't act on them. You just need to tell someone and get help," Will
replied. He was definitely out of his comfort zone dealing with this.

"I know, that's why I'm glad I've got you to talk to. I'm not
stupid. I can hear the comments other boys make about me. But in my
counselling sessions they told me not to keep everything in. Not to dwell
on things and to be honest. I guess that's why I say things out loud I
shouldn't sometimes. But they're only words. Words are meant to be said
out loud so people know what you're thinking. I don't know what people
are thinking usually unless they tell me. I can't read their expressions.
You're different though. You're my best friend and I know I can trust
you and talk to you about anything!"

As Tom said this Will felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He'd only
known Tom for four days and Tom had clearly decided they were best
friends. Now he knew about the bleach incident Will realised he'd taken
on more than he realised with Tom. How could he let Tom down now he
thought he was his best friend? There was also something good there for
Will as well. As he lay in bed that night thinking about what a weird
week it had been he realised that he hadn't been thinking about his
parents for a change. Looking after Tom had given him some responsibility
like the headteacher said and Will thought he actually quite liked it.

Will wasn't so sure he liked it the next morning and he was glad it was
Friday. A weekend without Tom sounded good even if it would just be him
and Rob not talking to each other at home. Still, Will was relieved the
week was over. Tom was clearly going to be sticking to Will at school and
Will was certainly finding it a bit suffocating.

As they walked into the changing room on Friday afternoon for swimming
Will was at least fairly sure Tom couldn't crowd his personal space in
the swimming pool. He'd be able to swim some lengths and just relax. Or
so he thought.

Tom was quiet as they both got changed for swimming. Until Will pulled
his pants down and reached for his trunks. The room had gone quiet for a
moment as everyone was engrossed in getting changed. Then Tom's voice
boomed out.

"Wow! Will! Your dick is fucking huge!"

There were a few giggles and then James, one of Will's least favourite
people got involved.

"Ooh look. The new boy likes looking at dicks. Maybe he and Willy are
made for each other! Although it looks like the new boy still has a
little hairless dick. Willy has a boyfriend. Willy has a boyfriend!"
James started taunting childishly pointing at Tom who was standing there
naked looking surprisingly nonplussed.

Will glanced at Tom who was small and hairless. Will glanced away as he
pulled his trunks on. He didn't need any erection incidents to make
things worse. He tried to fight the rising anger he felt at James. James
was an arsehole. He knew how to wind Will up and he'd managed to get him
into trouble before.

"What did you say James?" he asked threateningly, the anger beginning
to take over. He then felt Tom's hand on his shoulder and his anger
melted away which really surprised him. How had Tom done that?

"It's okay Will. James is just projecting. I think you want a boyfriend
don't you James? You're the one checking boy's dicks out aren't you?
Otherwise how would you know I'm still hairless?" Tom asked. As he said
that a few boys giggled and one shouted out "the new kid has got a
point!"

To Will's surprise, James blushed and muttered under his breath as he
turned away and walked towards the swimming pool. Will's friend Andy
came and slapped Tom on the back.

"You showed him Tom! Us hairless boys have got to stick together."

Tom giggled and followed Andy towards the pool with Will close behind.
Tom's street cred had definitely gone up a bit due to his comment and
Will was relieved to see a few other boys joking around with him. Maybe
he wouldn't be sticking like glue to him for long!

"Thanks for sticking up for me earlier!" Tom said enthusiastically to
Will later as they walked out of the school gates at the end of the day.

"I didn't really do anything, you putting James down fixed it all. I
probably would have just punched him if you hadn't intervened," Will
replied ruefully. He was frustrated with himself that yet again he would
have let his anger take over.

"He's not worth getting into trouble for. And anyway I was right, he
did like looking at dicks. Although I do as well really. It's fun to see
the different types and sizes. Yours is pretty much the biggest in class!
I wish I had one that big. I guess you can masturbate? Like wanking your
dick until your orgasm? I can't yet. Does it feel good?"

Will looked around hoping no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.
The last thing he needed was people thinking Tom and him were talking
about dicks.

"Um. Yeah it does. Really good," Will said feeling embarrassed. While
he and his friends made jokes about wanking, no one had actually ever
asked him such a direct question.

"Cool! I can't wait! Will you answer any questions I have about it in
the future? I'll take your silence as a yes. Anyway hope you have a good
wank when you get home. I'm going this way," Tom said as he turned off
a side road. Will stood there feeling a bit shocked. He was pretty sure
no one had ever ended a conversation with him like that. A casual "have
a good wank!".

However as Will walked home he decided that he'd make sure he DID have a
good one when he got home! As he lay on his bed, hand furiously wanking
his dick he thought about Tom and Andy's hairless dicks. He didn't know
why he fantasised about them so much but as he came over his hand he knew
that they did turn him on. He had fantasy in his head sometimes that one
of the hairless boys would boss him around and make him do stuff to them.
He didn't know where it came from, whether it was a hangover from his
experience with Cameron or it was something else but he knew it was
there. Then again maybe all boys had weird fantasies he thought.

"How was school Will?" His uncle asked him that evening without
sounding particularly interested.

"Fine I guess. There's a new boy who started on Monday. I've been put
in charge of helping him settle in. He is autistic so it's a bit of a
challenge and can be embarrassing at times."

Will was surprised how many words he said to Rob. It was potentially the
most he'd really said to him since he'd moved in.

"Interesting. Well that will be a good challenge for you. Make sure you
treat the boy with respect. How has it been embarrassing?"

"He just says whatever comes into his head! And um..well at swimming
today when we were getting changed he said really loudly that my dick was
huge."

Will blushed after saying this as Rob then threw back his head and burst
into laughter.

"Well lucky you Will! I bet you're the envy of every boy there! But
seriously it's the sort of thing that happens at school. I imagine your
new friend couldn't help blurt it out particularly if he is a bit of a
late developer. I was like him at your age and one of my friends was
pretty well hung! I probably said something equally unsubtle the first
time I saw him naked! Tell you what though. I saw an awful lot of it
during my teenage years. Ah happy days!"

Rob sat back and smiled at the memory. Will looked at him in surprise and
Rob clocked it.

"Oh sorry Will. I sort of assumed you knew. I'm gay. That's why my
parents kicked me out all those years ago."

"What just for being gay? Did you tell them or did they just suspect?"

Rob laughed again. "I don't want to go into the gory details but let's
just say the situation they caught me in left me with no way of talking
my way out of It!

Will giggled at the thought of that and realised he and Rob had connected
a bit. It was the first time he'd seen Rob laugh and it made him feel
much better about things. He decided to be honest with Rob about his
sexuality and confusion around it. Or at least throw a hook out there and
see if Rob bit.

"Well Uncle Rob I guess I'll use your cautionary story as advice. If I
have a boy over then I'll make sure I keep my door firmly locked!"

Rob looked at Will appraisingly. "Is that likely to happen?"

"Ummmmmm..........maybe. I'm not sure. I don't think I really like
girls and I think I like boys. But I don't know how much of this is just
me being confused. Can something or someone make you gay? I had an
incident a couple of years ago that I think changed me but then maybe I
was always going to be gay."

"First of all Will being gay is something you're born with. It's not a
personality trait or a fault. It's who you are. However being a teenager
your hormones can make you confused as well. So if you think you're gay
you probably are but you don't have to make any rush decisions. What was
this incident a couple of years ago that you think changed you?"

Will cursed to himself that he'd mentioned the Cameron incident. He was
going to have to explain himself and he still didn't really know how he
felt about it

"I don't really want to talk about it. It's left me confused."

"Will. Tell me about it. It's obviously something your struggling with
and maybe I can help."

Ok well it was when I was staying with your parents and they got a
babysitter in..." Will said before launching into a slightly edited
version of the story. It was still embarrassing and painful to tell it to
Rob but Will felt better once he had finished.

When he was done Rob looked thoughtful as he ran his fingers through his
hair.

"I can see why you're confused, Will. Cameron abused you. He abused
your trust. It wasn't your fault. You didn't make him or lead him on. I
suspect he might well feel really guilty about it though. After all he
was still just a boy as well. He didn't make you gay. If you have those
feelings it's not because of him. You're still young but as you get
older you can make new memories. That will help you work out if you're
gay, bisexual or whether this is just a passing hormone driven phase.
Anyway if you have got a big dick I'm sure some boys in the closet at
school will be chatting you up soon!"

"Uncle Rob!" Will protested feeling slightly scandalised. They both
laughed though and Will felt better than he had for a while. Rob clearly
felt the same as he sighed loudly and looked at Will with a serious
expression.

"I owe you an apology Will," Rob said. " I've been a shit guardian to
you. I've let you down. I've been wallowing in my own problems and
issues. I wish your Mum had let me know that I was named as your guardian
in the will. It was such a shock when I got the phone call. As I've said
I have a life over in Cambodia. A job. A house. A partner. I've left him
behind as I can't get a visa for him at the moment. We talk but it's
not the same. But it's definitely not your fault."

"I didn't know. I don't want you to lose your old life. Maybe we can
go and live out there? Or at least visit on holiday?"

Rob smiled at Will. "I'd like that Will. A holiday at least would be
good. Not yet thought. You've got school and the weather is patchy.
Maybe we could go for Christmas?"

"I'd like that Uncle Rob. Christmas will be very different for me this
year," Will said sadly.

Rob put his hand on Will's arm across the table.

"I know Will. Talk to me if you ever need to. I promise I'll be better
from now on. I'm going to work from home starting next week anyway. Me
having meetings and an office in town was always temporary. Don't worry,
we'll get through this together."