Chapter 1: Firing By Floodlight

‘Ok,’ Lewis told him, ‘You did very well to be able to answer those questions. You can relax now, whilst I ask easy questions all about your life.

‘Because of how we met, I already know a lot about you,’ Lewis said, ‘But what I don’t know is how you came to let it happen. Also, I know nothing about your ordinary life or what led up to it. So, in a moment we’ll start at the beginning as if I know nothing.’

‘What we’re going to do is for you to lie on the settee, whilst I massage you from head to foot and back again. Whilst I do that, I’ll ask you lots of questions about your life.’

‘The massage will get you feeling completely relaxed with me. Your answers to my questions will help me learn all about you. But before you lie down, I’d like to sound your chest. So, I’ll ask you to take your top things off whilst I examine it.’

‘As I’ve already seen you naked, that shouldn’t embarrass you.’ Butler looked a bit embarrassed then, as he remembered what Lewis’s first view of him was. ‘Now remember, you are here because you want to be.’ Lewis told him, ‘No one is making you stay. If you want to leave at any time, all you need to do is get up and walk out.’

‘If you’re ready to start, go and stand by the settee and take your top things off.’ Butler got up and went over to the settee. He pulled his top off and threw it over on the chair.

‘Put your hands on the top of your head,’ Lewis instructed. ‘Now take a deep breath and hold it.’ Lewis put all his fingers of one hand on Butler’s chest. Then he tapped the back of his hand with the fingers of his other hand. He did that all over in a number of places, listening to the sound it made and letting him take a fresh breath every so often.

‘Turn round,’ he told him. Then he did the same thing all over his back. ‘Ok, relax thank you.’ Lewis told him. ‘Now I want you to lie on the settee. Take your shoes off and as many of your clothes off as you feel comfortable about.’

Butler sat down and took his shoes off. Then he stood up and took his trousers off. He lay down in just his shorts. ‘Well done,’ Lewis said. ‘Now in a moment I’ll ask you to turn over.’

‘Before you do, I can tell you that on my very basic sounding of your lungs they sound very healthy. What did the hospital tell you?’ ‘They said the only thing showing so far was that the volume of air I could get into my lungs was lower than it should be.’

‘I’ve got to return for another check-up in five years unless anything bothers me before then.’ ‘Yes,’ Lewis said, ‘It’s quite possible you won’t have any serious aftereffects at all, but they’ll keep an eye on you now just to be sure.’

‘Do you cough much in a morning or generally?’ he asked. ‘I had noticed I was coughing a lot of a morning,’ Butler told him, ‘But since I stopped work it has reduced considerably.’ ‘That’s a good sign,’ Lewis said, ‘Hopefully it will stop altogether very soon.’

‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘Let’s start now. Turn over when you’re ready then I’ll start massaging and asking questions.’ Butler looked worried as he turned over. He’d never ever discussed his feelings with anyone before and the idea scared him.

As Lewis massaged the back of his head, he tensed up, then as he realised it actually felt nice, he began to relax. Lewis felt it so he stayed on his head a little longer.

When he moved down to massage his shoulders he asked, ‘Tell me about the type of house you live in, and who lives there with you.’ ‘It’s a three bedroomed semi-detached belonging to the local council,’ Butler told him. ‘It’s on an estate with loads of others all the same.’

‘I live there with my mum, my stepdad, my younger brother and my younger stepsister.’ As Lewis moved up onto the back of his shorts, he asked, ‘How do you get on with them all?’

‘That feels nice.’ Butler said as Lewis massaged his cheeks. Then after a pause he answered. ‘I get on ok with my mum and my younger brother. He’s fifteen and a pain at times but he’s ok really.’

‘What about your stepdad?’ Lewis asked as he moved down the back of his legs. ‘Not well,’ Butler told him, ‘I’ve never really liked him.’ ‘Why do you think that is?’ Lewis asked as he started back up. ‘Three reasons,’ Butler said. ‘He’s a bully, he treats me as an idiot and he, oh, er, ‘Pass.’

‘What about your stepsister?’ Lewis asked as he massaged his cheeks once more. ‘Jackie is nice,’ Butler said after a pause to enjoy the massage. ‘She’s three years younger than me and we have always got along fairly well.’

‘How did your mum come to remarry?’ Lewis asked as he moved on up his back. ‘Dad died when I was seven,’ Butler told him, ‘Mum met Tudor three years later at a friend’s house. They got married a year later and we moved into our present house.’

After a massage on the back of his head Lewis told him to turn over. ‘How are you finding it?’ Lewis asked smiling at him. ‘It’s not as frightening as I thought it might be,’ Butler told him. ‘So far anyway,’ he added. ‘The massage is nice too.’

‘Good,’ Lewis said. ‘I’m going to do the same on your front now, with of course, more questions. You’ve already used pass once, so you know you don’t need to worry about them.’

He put his hands on his head, massaged briefly then moved to his temples. Butler gave out a cry of delight at the lovely feeling that gave him.

Lewis stayed on his temples for a while as he studied his front. He had a good rug of chest hairs. His white shorts were very close fitting, and he could see his bulge, whilst still soft was large. He remembered how big his cock was when erect from the first time he’d seen him in the bathroom with Len.

As he moved down onto his shoulders Lewis asked, ‘Who sleeps where?’ ‘Mum and Tudor have the main bedroom at the front. Jackie has the other front bedroom, which is much larger than the usual box room. I share the back bedroom with Ian.’

‘How old was Ian the first time he caught you playing with yourself?’ Lewis asked as he moved onto his stomach. ‘How did you know that?’ Butler asked amazed. ‘With any two boys sharing a bedroom it was bound to happen.’ Lewis told him.

‘He had just turned twelve,’ Butler said. ‘There’d been a few close calls previously when I thought he was asleep and didn’t hear him getting out of bed. But neither of us used to put the light on if we got up for the toilet in the night. So, he didn’t see anything, just heard me moving and asked if I was ok. When I said I must have been dreaming he seemed to accept it. ‘

Lewis was massaging over the front of his shorts. Butler broke off his answer to enjoy the sensation it was giving him as his hand moved over his cock. As Lewis moved on down, he noticed Butler’s cock start to stiffen very slightly.

Butler either wasn’t bothered or hadn’t realised. He resumed, ‘But this particular night he must have guessed what I was doing. The first I knew about it was when I’d fired and then opened my eyes. I became aware of a faint light.’

‘Ian must have heard me start off, got out of his bed quietly and lifted my duvet. He’d sat on the floor, put his head under the duvet and switched his torch on. He’d watched my hand stroking my cock and seen it fire under a floodlight.’

‘I grabbed hold of him and asked, ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing.’ He didn’t seem alarmed, he just said, ‘Wow bro, that’s a real whopper you’ve got there, and you shot like a firehose.’

‘We’d often seen each other naked over the years, but that was the first time he had seen me erect.’ As Lewis came back up his thighs, Butler’s memories and feeling Lewis’s hand approaching made his cock grow even more.

With Butler’s shorts being close fitting, it couldn’t stand up like a tent pole so as it grew its tip pushed up towards his waistband. As Lewis massaged over it, it, throbbed and became fully hard. That resulted in the end two inches of his cock sticking out in full view.

Butler was clearly concerned about it. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘Your touch is so nice I just couldn’t stop it.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Lewis told him, ‘Considering what we are hoping to discuss later, it’s a good sign. It shows how much your body is relaxing with me.’