Chapter 8: Lewis Drops A Bombshell

With the waistband of Marks shorts in his hand, Lewis said, ‘Say pass and I’ll carry on over the top. Say nothing and I’ll massage your cheeks directly on the skin.’

He waited, but Mark wasn’t going to hang about. ‘On the skin please.’ he called out. Lewis lifted the back of his shorts and slid a hand down inside. As he massaged the first cheek, Mark called out, ‘That feels lovely.’

Then when he moved over to the other cheek, Mark just made a string of happy noises. But when Lewis moved his hand over to the middle and drew it out by running his index finger up Marks crack between his cheeks, he almost screamed with delight.

‘Carry on with your story,’ Lewis told him as he lowered his waistband back down. ‘That summer,’ Mark resumed, ‘My younger brother had gone away with some friends and their family so there was only the two of us. We had strict bedtimes according to our ages, so I went up an hour before he did.’

‘Usually I’d be fast asleep, but I’d been reading a book that I’d really got into. So, I had read for the permitted half hour after I went to bed, then I’d put the light out and got down under the duvet with my torch to finish it off.’

‘As a result, I hadn’t long finished, put everything away and settled down when he came in to go to bed. We all put the light on to suit ourselves because none of us ever disturbed once we were asleep.’

‘He came in, put the light on, saw me apparently dead to the world and stripped off. He must have been anticipating whatever he was going to dream about because he was already rampant. I knew he was bigger than me but seeing him hard he looked enormous.’

Lewis reached his feet and started back up. Mark didn’t interrupt his flow. ‘He gave himself a stroke as he moved over to his bed, then when he got into bed, he glanced over at me, assumed I was out of it, so he left the light on and pushed the duvet down off him.’

‘I watched him as he started stroking himself. I was fascinated, especially when he started going faster and faster. Then as he shot four big spurts of cum out, he let out a muffled cry of delight. He gave a quick glance over at me to check I hadn’t disturbed.’

‘I watched his cum soar up in the air and crash down on his chest. He kept playing with himself until he stopped firing and then shrank. I watched carefully to see what he would do about the mess. He stayed lying flat as he opened his top bedside drawer.’

‘He pulled out a few paper towels, which he mopped his chest with. Then he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. His cock was back to fully soft and just hung down limp. Then he pulled out a packet of wet ones and gave his chest a good wipe.’

Lewis had reached his waist and interrupted him to say, ‘Up, or down inside?’ ‘Down inside.’ Mark called out instantly. Lewis lifted his shorts and massaged both cheeks just like before, but this time he took even longer and took twice as long to run his finger up the crack.’

As Marks cries of delight faded, Lewis said, ‘You can have three choices now, up, down or nicer. Up is up, down is a repeat of what I’ve just done and nicer is a repeat of down followed by an even nicer massage of the same area.’

‘Nicer.’ Mark said without any hesitation, although it had been so lovely he couldn’t work out how it could possibly be nicer. Lewis lifted the back of his shorts and repeated the massage accompanied by more happy cries.

Then as he drew his finger up the crack Mark was still puzzling how it could be nicer. Then he felt both of Lewis’s hands get hold of the sides of his waistband and start pulling them down very slowly. Mark lifted his hips immediately, which allowed them to slide down a few inches easily. Then his hard cock stopped the front going down any further.

Lewis pulled the back down just below his cheeks and rested them on the back of his thighs. As he let go, Mark lowered his hips and was just relaxing when he let out a scream of delight. An amazingly exciting sensation had surged through him as Lewis had rested both his hands at the same time on both of his cheeks.

But he had done so, so gently. His touch could hardly be felt which made it feel so sensuous. As he massaged very lightly, Mark was making a continuous happy moaning noise.

It wasn’t until Lewis moved up off his cheeks and onto his back that Mark was able to continue. ‘Finally, he stood up, pulled his foreskin back and used a fresh wet one to wipe the tip of his cock. From the noise he made he clearly enjoyed that. He put the rubbish in the bin and put his night shorts on.’

‘Once back in bed, he switched the light out and I could tell from his breathing a few minutes later he was fast asleep.’ ‘How did that affect you?’ Lewis asked as he moved onto his shoulders.

‘I was very worked up with what I’d seen.’ Mark admitted. ‘I’d been hard the whole time but hadn’t dared stroke myself in case he detected my movement. Once my brother had put the light out, I started stroking myself.’

‘My feeling kicked in almost at once and grew faster than it ever had done before. Then next minute it hit me with the most amazing sensation I’d ever had. I couldn’t stop myself crying out as I shot three jets of more cum than I’d ever fired before. I felt myself start to shrink, but I was fast asleep before I had gone fully soft.’

Lewis had been massaging his head towards the end. He took his hands away and told him to turn over. When Mark was settled on his back, he glanced down his front. His cock, still hard, had managed to push its top two inches out of the top of his shorts which had moved down enough to show a fair bit of his hairs.

He grinned at Lewis knowing he had seen it. ‘He’s popped out to say hello.’ Mark said. ‘He must want to be friends,’ Lewis told him smiling back. ‘You’re doing excellently,’ Lewis said. ‘I’m going down your front again, this time with some more personal questions. On the way back up I’ll offer you the same options as on your back, but if you want any of them going down just say so.’

He rested his hands on his head and massaged. ‘How many girls have you dated?’ Lewis asked as he moved down onto the front of his shoulders. ‘None, really.’ Mark said. ‘So, are you still a virgin?’ Lewis asked. There was a long pause then he replied quietly, ‘No.’

As Lewis massaged down his chest he asked, ‘Do you know that whatever you did with your uncle and whatever happened with the priest does not affect you being a virgin?’ ‘I know.’ Mark said after another short pause.

As he massaged his stomach, Marks cock was flexing enough to lift his waistband half an inch with each flex. ‘Where you a virgin the day you had your final falling out with your parents?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes,’ Mark said, then as Lewis’s hands reached his waist and touched the tip of his cock, Mark lifted his hips and called out, ‘Nicer.’

Lewis slid his shorts down, then as he lowered his hips back down Lewis slipped them off over his feet. His cock stood up and waved to him. ‘Now we’re really friends,’ Lewis said, ‘He’s waving to me.’

‘Can you describe the flat you shared with your sister?’ Lewis asked as he massaged all over Marks abdomen with his cock banging against his hand. ‘She took it intending it to be just for her,’ Mark said having difficulty concentrating. ‘So, it was a one bedroom, with a largish lounge, a kitchen cum dining area and a bathroom.’

‘I wasn’t working, so we couldn’t change to a two bedroom one. So, we got a couple of portable screens, and I had a bed in the corner of the lounge. It wasn’t ideal but it worked ok’. ‘I can see why you didn’t want visitors,’ Lewis said smiling as he massaged his cock and when Mark drew his knees up, his balls too. ‘It’s a good job you get on so well with your sister.’

‘Yes, I’m very lucky.’ Mark said in between howls of delight. ‘How did your sister cope, it must have been difficult for her if she wanted to bring a boyfriend back.’ Lewis said. ‘That didn’t really arise until twelve months ago when she met Todd at work,’ Mark said. ‘Then just as they were wanting to move in together, Ian who I’d become very friendly with at work wanted to get his own flat and asked me to share with him.’