Love and Life in the Isles of Scilly

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The names, places, and events in the story, "Love and Life in the Isles of Scilly," are fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Love and Life in the Isles of Scilly -- Part Two By, Borehamwoodman

The next morning, I woke with the sun, the light peeking through the curtains like a shy lover. I padded out to the patio, the cool stone tiles a shock to my bare feet. The air was crisp and clean, the scent of saltwater and blooming flowers a heady mix that filled my lungs and cleared my mind. Coffee in hand, I lit a cigarette and sat in one of the wooden chairs, watching the world come alive around me. It was in this tranquil moment that I heard the soft padding of bare feet on the floorboards, and then Leo appeared, his eyes sleepy but his smile wide.

He was still wearing the longline t-shirt but was sporting a glorious morning wood, the fabric tenting outwards as if to greet the new day with a proud salute. The sight made me feel both embarrassed and excited, a feeling that was unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. "Morning, Steve," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate with the very air.

"Morning Leo, did you sleep okay?" I tried to keep my voice casual, hoping that the rising sun would hide my blush and the growing erection hidden under my own longline t-shirt.

Leo nodded, the longline t-shirt doing little to hide his morning arousal. "Better than ever," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think talking to you has done me some good."

We shared a breakfast of eggs and toast, the simple meal feeling more like a feast than it had any right to. The ease with which Leo moved around the kitchen, his bare legs flashing with every step, was mesmerizing. It was like watching a ballet dancer, all grace and poise, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire that I hadn't felt in an exceedingly long time as we finished and went outside onto the patio.

"Leo," I began tentatively, "you're quite... effeminate." I didn't know how else to put it, but his smile told me that he knew exactly what I meant. "Does that cause you any trouble?"

He shrugged, flipping an egg with practiced ease. "Some," he admitted. "But I've learned to deal with it. Besides, I've got thicker skin than a sea turtle."

"Do you mind me asking you questions? You know, you can also ask me anything you like, it's a two-way conversation, don't forget."

Leo's smile grew wider as he placed the finished breakfast on the table. "Not at all, Steve. I like talking to you. It's nice to have someone to share all this with."

I lit a cigarette offering one to Leo who surprised me by declining. "Leo, can I ask, have you had sex with anyone on the island?"

Leo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as he busied himself with setting the table. "No," he murmured, his eyes downcast. "It's... complicated."

"Tell me."

Leo took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Well, it's not that I haven't wanted to," he said, his voice a soft murmur. "But it's hard to find someone who understands. And who won't spread rumours."

I nodded, knowing all too well the pain of rejection and misunderstanding. "It's tough," I said, my voice gentle. "But you're young, and there's so much of life ahead of you."

"Is there anyone on the island you would like to have sex with?" I asked further.

Leo blushed even deeper, but his eyes lit up with a secretive glow. "Well, there was this one guy," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But he didn't feel the same way and to be honest I'm also scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I'm still a virgin at the age of seventeen and my only experience is wanking a lot."

"Well, there's no rush," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "But I know how it feels to crave intimacy."

"Steve, you are bi, so have you had sex with a man?"

The question hung in the air like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. I took a deep drag of my cigarette, watching the smoke drift lazily away. "Yes, I have," I admitted, my voice a little rough around the edges.

"Tell me, what was it like?" Leo demanded.

I took a deep breath, my thoughts drifting back to the few stolen moments of passion I'd had in the past. "It's...different," I said, trying to find the right words. "Intimate, and intense. But it's not just about the physical act. It's about connecting with someone on a level that goes beyond gender or societal expectations."

"I need to know what it's like touching a guy's cock, what does it feel like?"

Leo's question was as direct as the sun's rays, and I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. "It's...soft, yet firm," I began, my voice low. "Warm, like a living part of the man you're with. And when they're aroused, it's like holding a piece of their soul in your hand."

Leo leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "And what about their smell?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What does a man smell like down there?"

"It's... musky," I said, my mind racing with memories of stolen moments with men in the past. "A scent that's uniquely masculine, a blend of sweat and desire. It's intoxicating, really." I took another drag of my cigarette, savouring the flavour as I watched the smoke swirl around us. "And when they're really turned on, there's this... precum, a slickness that makes everything feel even more alive."

Leo's eyes were wide with fascination. "And what about when they... you know, cum?" His voice was a mix of innocence and hunger.

I swallowed, my heart racing as I remembered the feeling of hot seed on my hand, the taste of a man's release. "It's intense," I said, my voice thick with the weight of my words. "A moment of pure release and connection. And when they do, it's like they're giving you a piece of themselves, something intimate and beautiful."

Leo nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "How do you prefer it?" His voice was a whisper, the curiosity in his eyes unmistakable.

"Everyone's different," I began, feeling a newfound sense of openness. "Some guys like it in their mouth, the heat and the taste of it all. It's a powerful thing, swallowing down another man's essence."

Leo nodded, his eyes wide with fascination. "And what about on the face?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and eagerness.

"Some guys love it," I said, my own experiences flooding back to me. "The feeling of being marked by your partner, claimed in that moment of passion." I watched as Leo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze never leaving mine.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and wonder.

I took a moment to consider his question, the memories of my past experiences with men coming back to me in a rush. "When a man cums in your mouth," I began, "it's a rush of sensations. The heat, the taste, the way their body tenses up. It's about giving them pleasure, making them feel good. And when they swallow, there's a sense of satisfaction, like you're the only one who can give them what they truly need."

Leo's eyes never left mine as he digested my words, the silence between us crackling with unspoken desires. "I want to know what that feels like," he said finally, his voice a mix of determination and longing.

The air between us grew charged with a tension that was palpable. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that Leo's innocent curiosity had stirred within me. "Leo," I began, my voice gentle. "I'm flattered, but I don't think it's appropriate for us to..."

But Leo cut me off with a soft laugh. "I'm not asking you to do it with me, Steve," he said, his cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "I just want to know what it's like, from someone who's been there."

I nodded, understanding his need for knowledge as I could also tell he was aroused as his cock stood proud underneath his longline t-shirt. "It's a powerful feeling," I said, my voice a little hoarse. "But it's one that comes with responsibility and consent. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Leo nodded solemnly. "I know," he said. "But it's just... I've never felt that kind of connection with anyone before, and I want to know what I'm missing."

We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the only sound the distant crash of waves and the occasional seabird's cry. I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and attraction towards this young man who had so bravely shared his innermost thoughts with me.

"Leo," I said finally, breaking the silence. "Why don't we go for a walk? There's a hidden cove I know of, it's a great place to think and talk."

Leo nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up. "Yeh okay, sounds great, lead the way," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

We set off, the salty breeze kissing our skin as we climbed over rocks and navigated the island's rugged terrain. The conversation flowed easily between us, a mix of laughter and shared confidences. And as we walked, I couldn't help but feel that the isolation of Annet was bringing us closer together in ways I never could have anticipated.

The cove was everything I remembered: a small, secluded slice of paradise, surrounded by tall cliffs and accessed by a narrow, rocky path. The waves lapped gently at the shore, the sound a soothing backdrop to our conversation. We sat down on the sand, the warmth of the sun on our faces as we talked about our hopes and fears.

Leo leaned against my shoulder, his body relaxed and trusting. "Steve," he said, his voice a soft caress. "I read that the first time making love hurts. Why?"

I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "It's because the body isn't used to it," I explained, my voice gentle. "But with the right person, with someone who cares for you, it can be a beautiful experience."

"But why would it hurt? I read with a bit of lube it just, slips in. Are you saying that's not true?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "Well, Leo, the truth is that everyone's first time is different. For some, it can be uncomfortable or painful, especially if you're not relaxed or if your partner isn't as gentle as they should be. But with time and practice, it becomes something beautiful."

"My first time was..." I hesitated whilst remembering.

Leo looked at me with wide eyes, his curiosity piqued. "What was it like, Steve?" His voice was eager, hungry for the intimate details of my past.

"I tell you what, I suggest a swim to cool down and I will then tell you my first time, from being fully clothed to naked including the blowjobs and anal sex for the first time and perhaps that will answer every question you might have."

Leo's eyes widened in excitement at the prospect of hearing my personal story, and together we stood up, shedding our clothes without a second thought, the warm sand underfoot a stark contrast to the cooler rocks we'd traversed. The water was a brilliant blue, the waves rolling in with a gentle rhythm that seemed to invite us to join.

Leo stared at my naked body, his gaze unabashed, as if he were seeing a sculpture for the first time. His eyes travelled up and down, lingering on my chest, my stomach, and finally settling on the growing arousal between my legs. I felt a mix of pride and self-consciousness, my body responding to his scrutiny.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe, "but why is your willy different to mine?"

The compliment and question took me by surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. "Thank you, Leo," I said, my voice a little hoarse. "You're not so bad yourself and, really? have you never seen a circumcised cock before?"

Leo's gaze dropped to my own erection, and he blushed a little before looking away, his own arousal clearly visible pocking out of the water. "What is circumcised? He asked,

"Really? You don't know what circumcised is. Well, it's when that little bit of skin on your willy is surgically removed."

"Oh, no, never seen one before but I like the way it looks. Much nicer than mine."

Shaking my head in disbelief at his naivety, mumbling to myself, really, I waded into the sea, with Leo right behind me, the coolness of the waves a welcome relief against the heat of our bodies. The water washed over us, cleansing away the dust of the day and the tension of our conversation.

The chill of the water became too much, and we waded out and sat on the sand in the cove. I had lost my erection, but Leo was still aroused, more from the expectations of the next part of our conversation I suspected than the effects of being in my company.

"Okay, Leo," I began, taking a deep breath. "My first time was a long time ago, when I was around your age. I had been seeing this guy, David, for a few weeks. He was older, more experienced. We had been flirting and dancing around the idea of taking things to the next level."

"We were at his apartment, and it was a warm summer night, just like this one," I continued, my eyes drifting to the horizon as if I could see the past playing out before me. "We were fully dressed, just talking and laughing, when he started to kiss me. His hands moved slowly over my body, unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my trousers. The anticipation was driving me wild."

"When he finally took my cock in his mouth, it was like nothing I had ever felt before," I said, my voice growing softer. "The heat, the wetness, the way his tongue danced around the head... it was heavenly. I had never been touched like that by another man, and it was a revelation."

Leo's eyes were glued to me, his own arousal even more pronounced as he listened intently. "How did you feel when he did it?"

"I felt... alive," I confessed. "Every nerve ending was on fire, and all I could do was moan and hold onto him, my hips moving almost of their own accord." I paused, taking a sip of my wine that I had brought with us, to wet my dry mouth. "It was a dance, a rhythm that built and built until I couldn't take it anymore."

Leo leaned closer, his curiosity insatiable. "What happened next?"

"I came," I said, the memory as vivid as if it had just happened. "It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and when I looked down, David was smiling up at me, my cum on his lips."

Leo's eyes were wide, and I knew he was imagining it, trying to understand what it was like. "Did it feel good?"

"It was... overwhelming," I admitted. "It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a feeling that consumed me entirely. And when it was over, I felt both relieved and incredibly connected to him."

"And then?"

"Then he took me in his arms, and we talked," I said, my voice a little wistful. "We talked about everything, and I realised that I had found someone who truly understood me, who didn't judge me for who I was."

Leo nodded, his own thoughts racing as he digested my story. "What was it like, the first time you had anal sex?"

The question was direct, but I knew he needed to know. "It was a little scary," I admitted. "But with patience and care, it became something beautiful."

Leo's gaze searched my face, eager to understand every nuance of my experience. "How was it?" His voice was barely above a whisper, as if the very words themselves were sacred.

"Well," I began, my mind transported back to that pivotal night. "We started with just kissing and touching, exploring each other's bodies. David was so gentle, making sure I was comfortable with every step." I took a deep breath, the memories washing over me like the waves lapping at our feet. "He had already lubed his fingers as he played with my hole whilst kissing me. The idea was to stretch me in preparation. David then laid on his back and told me to straddle his hips as he lubed his magnificent cock and positioned me over it as he started to push into me. When he finally entered me, it was slow, marginally painful, but he took his time, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, his hand gently stroking my hair." I paused for a sip of wine.

"At first, it felt like an invasion, unnatural in its feeling and it was painful but not as bad as I thought it might be," I said, the sand warm beneath us. "My body tensed, trying to resist the unfamiliar intrusion. But he was so careful, so loving, that I began to relax. And then... then it was like nothing I had ever felt before."

More wine was required for the natural break as I remembered the night that had changed my life.

"I started to ride his cock as he got deeper into me, the sensation being incredible. I could feel everything, his tension, and his hardness with each thrust. I could feel his balls slapping at my skin and the smell of love making and his pheromones was unique and heavenly. And then I remember feeling his tension build. Call it spasms maybe but I could tell he was close. I could also tell that I was close because his thrusting had touched my prostate, rubbing the gland in the most extraordinary way that was exciting and beyond arousing. And then I shot my load over his chest and face, the pressure being huge as my spurts of cum shot through the air."

I paused for another sip of wine as Leo remained hooked on my every word. "Then I felt him tense. His thighs tightened, his breathing increased, and his back arched up as the first feeling of cum entered me."

I had to pause again, having to deal with my erection that needed realigning. Precum oozing from the tip showing the level of arousal I was feeling. I took another sip of wine and continued.

"When he came inside me," I continued, "it was like a warm embrace from within, a feeling of belonging and connection that went beyond the physical." I paused, watching the play of light and shadow across Leo's rapt features. "It was messy, and a little painful, but it was also... incredible. Like discovering a new part of yourself that you never knew existed."

Leo's eyes were filled with wonder as he processed my words. "And you liked it?"

I nodded. "I did. It was an act of love and trust, and it changed me forever."

We sat in silence for a few moments, the waves providing the only soundtrack to our conversation.

Leo's eyes were glued to me, his breath shallow and his own arousal still evident.

"It was... intense," I said, the memory making me shiver. "There's this moment when everything just clicks, when you're both lost in the moment and all that matters is the feeling of release."

Leo nodded, his eyes wide with understanding. "Thank you, Steve," he said, his voice earnest. "I... I think I get it now."

The air between us grew thick with unspoken desires, the tension palpable. I could see the yearning in his eyes, the curiosity that burned within him. And in that moment, I knew that the bond we had formed was something special, a connection that transcended the boundaries of age and experience.

We sat there, the waves lapping at our feet by the time I had finished recounting my first time, the salty breeze playing with our hair. The sun was dipping lower in the early afternoon sky, casting a warm glow over our naked bodies as we reached a moment that could not be described. Leo had a screaming hard-on with visible precum dribbling down the side of his shaft. I wasn't much better, my balls aching with the need to off load.

Leo's hand touched my arm, his fingers playing with the soft hairs on my forearm. His touch was tentative, as if asking permission to explore further. I took his hand in mine, feeling the warmth and the tremble of his excitement.

"Can I touch you, Steve? I don't want to push you into anything, I just want to explore," he murmured, his hand shaking whilst in mine.

"Not today, Leo, it's too soon for the two of us and I don't want to confuse you. You have never been with a man before and it must never be rushed. It might feel the right time but it's too soon. I tell you what though, that cock of yours needs release and if you want, you can show me how you masturbate."

Leo's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, his eyes darting to my own erect cock and back to my eyes, which were filled with understanding. "Okay," he murmured, his hand moving slowly to his crotch.

"Come and sit between my legs, facing out to sea and nestle on my stomach so I can see you." Leo got up and settled down as I asked, his head on my stomach as I looked upon his whole body lying out in front of me, the view was amazing, and his cock was sticking right out and up eager for release. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, the skin stretching tightly over his hardness as he began to stroke himself. His movements were tentative at first, as if he were unsure of what was expected, but he grew bolder as I watched his actions.

"This is the first time I've ever done this Steve in front of anyone."

"I know Leo, I just want you to enjoy the moment."

The sound of the waves seemed to match his rhythm, our breathing growing heavier with every stroke he made. His hand moved faster, the precum glistening in the sun, his cock bobbing with each touch. I watched, feeling a strange sense of unity in our shared act of his self-pleasure. My pleasure watching and his please self-evident.

Leo's breathing grew ragged, his hips beginning to buck as he approached climax. "Steve," he gasped, his hand tightening around his cock. "I'm...I'm going to cum."

"Let it go," I said, my own voice strained with arousal. "Show me how it feels for you."

With a cry that was part pleasure and part relief, Leo came, his cum arcing through the air in a series of thick ropes that landed on his face and chest. His body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, and I watched, transfixed, as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When he was finished, he laid there, his head on my lap by now, my cock to the right of his ear as he continued to catch his breath. My fingers could not ignore his cum any longer and I had started to feed the cum from his face onto his lips and watched him taste his own juice.

"Thank you," Leo whispered, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I've never... I mean, no one's ever watched me before."

"It was beautiful," I said, my voice a little unsteady. "And remember, Leo, there's no shame in what we're feeling or what we're doing here. We're just two people, sharing a moment of intimacy in a place where we can be ourselves. Is that also the first time you have tasted your own cum?"

Leo nodded, "Yes, I have never tasted myself before and it doesn't taste bad. I hadn't realised that it would be warm and mildly salty. Steve, can I watch you cum now?"

The innocence and honesty of his request hit me like a wave of lust, and I couldn't resist. "If that's what you want," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Come and sit on my legs for the best view," as I laid down on my back, my erection waiting for its own release. Leo did as instructed, his semi erect cock in my full view as I started to masturbate.

My hand wrapped around my shaft, the feel of my own skin under my palm sending waves of pleasure through my body. I watched Leo closely, his eyes locked on my actions as if he were studying for an exam. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his own semi erect cock bobbing with the movement. The sight of him watching me was more arousing than I could have ever imagined.

"You know, Leo," I murmured, stroking myself with a steady rhythm. "This is what it's all about. The connection, the intimacy."

Leo nodded, his eyes never leaving my hand. "It's... it's amazing," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "I never knew it could be like this."

I remained on my back, the sand cool against my skin as I continued to masturbate. The sensation grew more intense, the anticipation of climax building within me as I watched Leo's face, his eyes flitting between my hand and my cock. "You can touch yourself again, if you want," I offered, my voice low and gruff with lust.

Leo's hand moved to his cock, his grip firm as he began to stroke in time with my own movements. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing rapid, and I could see his eyes glaze over as he lost himself in the moment. We remained there, two men on a deserted island, sharing something so raw and primal that it seemed to transcend the boundaries of age and experience.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, it was as if we were the only two people in the world. I could see the longing in Leo's gaze, the need for validation and acceptance. And in that instant, I knew that our friendship was evolving into something more, something that neither of us could have anticipated.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster over my cock. The tension in my balls grew, the pressure building until I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to cum," I warned, my voice strained.

Leo nodded, his own strokes quickening as he watched me, his eyes never leaving my cock. And with a roar of release, I came, my semen spurting into the air to land on my stomach and chest. Leo came for a second time, his semen shooting over my chest and stomach, the feeling was intense, the culmination of our shared moment of vulnerability and desire. Leo collapsed onto my chest as we both continued to pant, trying to catch our breath. The waves continued to crash against the shore, but it was the silence between us that was the loudest. I reached over and pulled him closer, his naked body pressing against mine as we shared in the aftermath of our shared intimacy.

Leo's eyes searched my face, a mix of confusion and wonder. "Steve," he whispered. "What does this mean?"

I pulled him into a gentle embrace, feeling his heart race against my chest. "It means we're not so different, Leo," I murmured, kissing the top of his head. "We're just two people, looking for connection and understanding in a world that sometimes doesn't know what to do with us."

As we laid there, the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The air grew cooler, but the warmth between us remained, a testament to the bond that had formed on this remote island. Leo broke the embrace, "Steve, can I stay for the night again?"

"Of course you can but not in bed together, it's too soon for that and I don't want to take advantage of you and your naivety and if you want, after dinner we can talk more and I can tell you about other ways the body can experience delight and sexual arousal."

Leo smiled, "I love your way of education, real and meaningful. I'm please we met."

"Me too, Leo," I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "You've given me a chance to share something beautiful, and I'm grateful for that."

That evening, we cooked dinner together, the conversation flowing easily as we chopped vegetables and seasoned the fish we had caught earlier. We sat outside, the candles flickering in the gentle breeze as we talked about our hopes and dreams. Despite the age gap and our different life experiences, I found myself feeling a profound connection to this young man.

As the stars began to emerge in the twilight sky, we finished our meal and cleared up the dishes. The cottage was filled with a warm glow from the fireplace, casting shadows that danced on the walls. We sat opposite each other, the silence comfortable, our bodies relaxed and at ease.

Leo's eyes grew heavy, and I knew he was tired. "Why don't you go to bed?" I offered.

He looked at me with a mix of hope and disappointment. "But I don't want to be apart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I knew what he was asking, and the temptation was strong. But I had made a promise to myself not to take advantage of his youth and inexperience. "Leo," I said firmly but gently. "We need to take this slow. You're still young, and I don't want to rush things."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Okay," he said, his voice resigned. "I just wish I could feel you beside me."

We retired to our separate spaces, the cottage feeling smaller and more intimate than ever before. I lay on my bed, listening to the sounds of Leo moving around in his bedroom, my thoughts racing. I knew that our relationship was changing, that the lines between friendship and desire were blurring. But I was determined to do what was right, to be the mentor he needed rather than the lover he craved. I don't know what time it was when I felt Leo climbing into my bed. I moved to accommodate him as he nestled down next to me with his head on my chest and I could feel the warmth of his body, surprisingly still covered with his nightshirt. I put my arm over him in a cuddle and drifted off to sleep again without another disturbance from him.

Continues in Part Three