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<LEO AND LEROY PART 2>
Since Leonard's grandmother got back from the hospital, Leroy makes it his duty to become her permanent caretaker; or rather, her permanent live-in caretaker; completely relieving Leo of the exhaustive burden that came with looking after a sick relative.
Leroy cooks; Leroy cleans; he takes Althea to her weekly chemo appointments ; makes sure she takes all her medications on time, he bathes her, helps her with bodily functions. It's almost as if Leroy has found his calling. When Leroy offered to help out, Leonard had no idea it was going to be help of such an astronomical extent.
Althea's home only has two bedrooms: Hers, and the guest bedroom Leonard solely occupies. But that's not to be any longer. Althea insisted Leroy slept on a real bed and not the couch. "Only a mattress can give you the proper, soothing feeling to have a great night's rest. You can sleep with Leo. It's a queen size bed, both you gentlemen should fit on it no problem" she had said. Everything runs smoothly for the first couple of weeks; each of the men keeps out of the other's way; they take turns tidying up the bedroom from time to time. They both keep to their side of the bed throughout the nights; really, there were absolutely no hiccups, no problems, not even a squabble between them about the new living situation. But one evening when they were all having dinner, Roy's cellphone rings...
"Excuse me guys." "Hello?" [He answers] "Hi Javier , how's it going?...naw man I'm pretty tied up here at home...drink enough for me and you...[he chuckles]...some other time then....yeah cool, I'll shout you later....alright bye."
When Roy rests his phone down, Althea says to him: "Roy dear, you've been such a great help. I really appreciate everything you've done for me but you must still live your life you know. Go out. Have a nice time, I've got Leonard here, we'll be fine without you for a few hours."
Leroy stretches across the table and rest his hands on Althea's and says: "Nope, I'm gonna be here always. Caring for you is my number one priority right now. I remember you looking out for me when I was a kid, I'll never leave your side Al----you mean so much to me---- I'd do anything for you. So don't you worry."
"But Royyyy, take some time for yourself every once in a while. Please, go and catch up with your friends, they surely miss you. It wouldn't be fair of me to have you confined to the house 24/7. Please go, I'll love it if you go, and I'm not taking no for an answer."
Roy undergoes a mental debate with himself and after a while he looks over to Leo and Leo reassures him that yes, everything will be fine in his absence.
The guys and Althea finish eating and Roy gets dressed and leaves within half an hour. Before leaving he gives Althea a lingering hug and kisses her cheeks and promises her he'll be back before 12.
And true to his word, Leonard hears the slamming of Roy's truck at 11:47 P. M, according to the clock in the upper left corner of his cellphone. Leo puts his phone down, fluffs his pillow, pulls the blanket over him and closes his eyes; glad that the older man made it back home safely after a night of drinking. A few minutes later he hears Roy coming up the stairs, followed by the creaking of Althea's bedroom door that's a few paces away from Leonard's room; just checking in to see if she's okay. A minute later he hears the creaking again, the soft click of the door closing and soon after he hears his bedroom door opening. Roy assumes Leo is sleeping and refuses to turn the bedroom light on, not wanting to wake the lad; but it only results in him stumbling all over the place in his drunk stupor.
"Just turn the light on." [Leo groans]
"Sorry for waking ya."
"I wasn't sleeping."
"Oh."
Leo rolls over to look at Roy.
"Had a good time?"
"Had a fucking blast, drinks just kept coming and coming." [He laughs]
"Well, I'm glad you did."
Roy's sitting on the edge of the bed, untying his boots and Leo finds himself unable to turn back to his prior position. Roy kicks his boots aside, stands and starts to unbutton his shirt. He pelts it across the room, it successfully landing in the hamper. In one fluid motion he takes off his vest and flicks it in the hamper as well. He unclasps his belt and let's it drop to the floor, shimmying out of his grey slim fit jeans, plopping back down on the bed to remove them from around his ankles. This time instead of throwing the jeans into the hamper, he walks across the room and sets them in the basket, strolling around in just his socks and navy blue boxer-briefs. The underwear is a snug fit, and Leo can clearly see the movement of Roy's butt cheeks with every step he makes. He turns around now, Leo getting an eyeful of his sizable print for a few seconds before Roy shuts the light off and closes the door. He lies down on the bed now and let's out a Long sigh, the strong stench of his alcohol laden breath in the air.
"Goodnight bud."
"Goodnight."
Oh, but it was good night indeed. Within 7 minutes Roy's light snoring can be heard and soon after Leo succumbs to a dreamless sleep for a few hours---but then in the middle of his shut eye, he feels something weighing a ton wrap around him; it's an arm, Roy's arm. He doesn't move it and closes back his eyes and tries his best to go back to sleep. But two minutes later, Roy draws nearer and nearer to him, to the point where his entire torso is completely up against Leo's back, his pelvis resting against the younger man's butt ; and Roy's snoring the entire time. Clearly still in a deep sleep. Leo doesn't want to be rude and push the older man away, so he stays put. Soon enough it's morning and Leo gradually comes out of his slumber, opening his eyes and catching his bearings, only to find out he's still in Roy's arms; and that's not his only dilemma. He feels a hard mass pressing against his ass. He knows what that mass is by the way it throbs every now and then. It feels like led, and the constant friction of it on his behind is causing him to get a boner himself.
Ever so gently he extracts himself from Roy's embrace and sits up, looking back only to see that Roy's still out cold; his mouth slightly ajar; a streak of dried drool running down his chin; further down he takes in the fleshy expanse of Roy's fuzzy torso, a bit lower and---there it is; a massive tent pointing in his direction; like an arrow.
Leo smiles to himself, stands, stretches, slips on sweat pants and at first heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth, but upon seeing the overflowing mess of clothes in the hamper; his and Roy's, he lifts the basket and takes it to the laundry room.
Washer plugged in, power button pressed on, the swooshing sound of water filling the tub can be heard and Leo pours the detergent in. One by one he puts the clothing in the machine, making sure to check the pockets of each pair of pants for tissue, or forgotten receipts; quite the disaster that'll be if any gets in the machine without his knowing.
"Put these in too."
Leo looks up to see Roy by the door, in just a towel, the bedsheets they slept on tucked under his arms. He chucks them across the room and they land in a heap by Leo's feet.
"Make sure to put some odor defense in there. Sheets smell pretty drooly."
Roy retreats down the hall and Leo bends over to take up the sheets. He puts them in one by one but when he goes to put the last one in, a pair of briefs falls to the floor; blue boxer briefs; the same briefs Roy wore last night. He picks them up and examines them for a long time, his heart rate gradually picking up speed. He turns them inside out---
He knows Roy's in the bathroom because he can hear the patter of the water hitting the floor tiles. Ever so slowly he lifts the extra large briefs to his face, taking a long deep inhale: a delicious, aromatic blend of Roy's unique masculine musk, sweat and the lingering odor of urine overwhelming his nostrils. He rubs the briefs all across his face, glides them across his lips tasting the essence of Roy's groin, fondling himself while doing so. He pulls his pants down and begins to stroke his dick; not too fast, not too slow but with a medium paced rhythmic knead, almost like a soothing massage. A kaleidoscope of images of Roy flicker in his mind: the image of Roy's erect penis he saw many years ago, the image of Roy in just his skivvies last night, Roy sporting morning wood this morning, Roy in a towel just now, it's all too much and soon enough he feels his balls tightening and in a series of soft moans and violent shuddering, he shoots his spunk onto Roy's underwear, the ropes of semen making an absolute mess of the briefs. He's panting now, looking down at the mess he made. He wipes the head of his penis with the untainted side of the briefs, tosses them in the machine, pulls his pants up and walks out.
‐-------------------------------------------------------------------- It so happens that Roy commits to a new nightly routine; he'd leave home around 8 to party with his friends and return just before midnight. And every night in his sleep he'd haul Leo across the mattress into his arms, snuggling him until sunrise. And it so happens that every morning, Roy's lovestick pulses against Leo's rump.
And these peculiar antics don't stop there. Whenever Leo's in the shower, Roy would pop in, lower his trousers and take a dump, the see through bath door allowing Leo to get an eye full. Or sometimes when Leo would lounge around in bed flicking through a novel, Roy would appear, undress in front of him, wrap a towel around himself and proceed to the shower. Whenever Roy's naked in front of him, Leo would take a quick furtive glance; trying his utmost best to be as discreet as possible. But what he doesn't know is that Roy has the eyes and awareness of a hawk, missing absolutely nothing.
But one evening, an idea popped into Roy's head. Getting back into his drinking habit has really totaled his moral compass. And the temptation of giving into his wicked desires was beginning to overwhelm him. He's at the kitchen sink, looking at himself in the subtle reflection of the window glass that overlooks the driveway. A deep sigh, a wash of his face with tap water and he's made his decision. "You win buddy" he mumbles, referring to his cock.
Roy settles into the couch and watches CSI to pass the time.
Leo's smiling to himself as he closes his current read, glad that young Mark Sway is safe and sound. He's on a John Grisham binge, and he's read three of his works so far, now that he just finished "The Client." He gets up and heads downstairs to get a drink of water before bed.
"Hey, what're you watching ?"
Roy looks over, studying the boy. "Csi."
Roy's leg bounces uncontrollably as he looks into the kitchen from where he sits, watching as Leo opens the fridge and gets lemonade. Leo pours a glass and chugs it in one go then puts the jar back and gets his water bottle.
When Leo passes the living room, he says good night.
"Goodnight."
After two hours, Roy figures that Leo must be asleep. He gets up and makes his way upstairs. He mounts the stairs two steps at a time, his print in his silky basketball shorts becoming more and more pronounced the closer he gets to the door. He takes a deep breath, and turns the knob, the anxiety of what he's about to do making him lightheaded. He walks up to the bed, turns the bedside lamp on and watches Leo sleep for a moment. He's on his back. To this day Roy cannot get over the beautiful being Leo has grown into. Short, light brown hair. Overarched eyebrows. Long lashes. A strong nose. Full lips. Smooth, almost feminine skin. Pink nipples with a few wiry hairs around each. A flat stomach with a hint of hair growth. Roy removes his pajama bottoms gently, staring at his face the whole time to make sure he's still asleep. Once removed, he licks his lips and gets on the bed, directly between his legs. He bends down and strokes Leo's thighs, kissing the inside of each. He then leans further down and smells Leo's penis through the fabric of his underwear. Roy moans. He kisses it, rolling the mass between his lips, soaking the material with his saliva. He lifts Leo's hips slightly off the bed and smells his behind. The scent intoxicating. He gently removes the briefs and stuffs the flaccid cock in his mouth. Roy rolls his tongue around it, slurping it between his lips; swirling his tongue in the loose skin that envelopes the cockhead; he moves his mouth down to his testes and sucks on the right one, then the left, then both and the same time and Roy's not surprised that his oral stimulation doesn't cause the organ to react in any way. Leo sleeps like the dead. He flips Leo's unconscious body onto its stomach and feels on his ass with both hands. Jiggling it for a few seconds. Roy parts each cheek so the smooth hole is exposed and he gets to work. He licks from his scrotum, to the perineum, straight to the pucker. He tongues the boy's hole, the taste driving him mad. He darts his tongue in and out, in and out, eventually spitting on it. He continues with his probing for a few more minutes before sliding a finger in, working it deep inside him so that his knuckles are right up against his skin. He draws it back and pushes back in curling his finger upwards, then adds a second finger, repeating the same motion over and over and the whole time Roy can hear Leo's light snoring. He pushes a third finger in, his movements becoming more and more vigorous, wanting to stretch the boy as much as he can so his chute can accommodate him a little easier. Roy removes his fingers and pulls his pants down, his cock bouncing up and down the minute it's removed from the briefs. The head of it wet as fuck. He pulls the foreskin back slowly, and he rubs his index finger around the leaking slit; getting it slick with precum. He then pushes it into Leo's ass and works it in for a few seconds. He takes it out and greases his dick with some baby oil from the dresser. He lies on the bed now, and positions Leo to lie on his side. He wraps an arm around him to hold him in place, parts his silky thighs and rests his cock between them and starts to thrust, the oil allowing him to slither between them without any difficulty. Roy rocks his hips slowly at first, the sensation he's feeling making him moan softly; he kisses Leo's neck, kisses his left ear, licks his face and continues with the indecent assault of the boys thighs for around 2 minutes. Roy slips away from between his thighs, positions his dick by his hole. He squeezes his tip in, the anal muscle pinching him sweetly. He eases forward, inch by inch. Leo jolts awake, and looks back to see Roy behind him.
"Sshhhh. Be a good boy and hold still. Tell me to stop and I will. I know you want this dick. Can't keep your eyes off it. You want it?"
"Yes", Leonard whispers.
"Good boy." Roy says, relieved. He pushes and Leo moans loudly.
"Keep it down will yuh, don't wake Althea."
Roy rolls his hips enjoying Leo's warmth; his soft whimpering music to his ears. Meanwhile, Leo is still in shock that this is happening. He's never felt anything like this in his life. The feel of Roy in him is causing his member to stiffen, his eyes begin to water in blissful pleasure.
"I wanted to fuck you since you came back, you know that?"
Roy picks up the pace, the bed beginning to creak noisily with his swift movements; his hands over Leo's mouth to stifle the resumption of his cries of ecstasy. After a few minutes Roy pulls out and Leo winces.
Roy sits on the edge of the mattress and beckons Leo over. Roy gives his dick a few chaste strokes and positions Leo to sit in his lap. He holds onto Leo's waist and slowly guides him down onto his length, kissing him passionately the whole time. Leo grips Roy's shoulders and slowly moves up and down. And sighs. His eyes rolling to the back of his head in wicked pleasure. Roy attacks his neck while Leo continues with his movements. Every once in a while, Leo would stop bouncing and instead, gyrate his hips, causing a few moans to escape Roy. After a while, Roy eases forward so that his trunk is hanging off the bed, his back resting on the mattress and he pounds up into Leo, his pelvis slapping the boy's butt cheeks. His cock viciously jabbing into the boy's prostate. Roy knows this is wrong. Heck, he knew the boy when he was a baby and now he's fucking him, 17 years later. Eventually Roy feels his balls begin to tighten; his movements becoming more animalistic. Disorganized. An electrifying sensation rushing through his body and a few seconds later, he shoots his sperm into Leo's ass. Gritting his teeth to suppress his moans. When he settles down, he slowly eases out of the boy, and puts him to stand. Roy gets down on his knees and takes Leo's weeping cock into his mouth and slides his big, pillowy, black lips up and down, letting the head hit his throat repeatedly. He gives the boy's scrotum a firm squeeze every now and then and it doesn't take long before Leo's says, "move away I'm gonna come." Roy ignores him and sucks harder until he feels the warm, sweet yet salty liquid on his tongue. He swallows and removes his mouth from the organ. He squeezes the head to milk out the residual drops of spunk and opens his mouth to catch them. He licks the head clean and stands, kissing the boy so he can taste himself, sighing into his mouth.
"There's a lot more where that came from boy. Just you wait."