Chapter 2: I Didn’t Mean To Kill Him

‘I live in a small two bedroomed semidetached house, with my Aunty Jenny.’ Peter continued. As Lewis moved down his bare back, he asked, ‘Can you tell me why you are living with your aunt?’

As Lewis finished speaking, he reached Peters waist. He had enjoyed the massage on his skin so much that he didn’t hesitate, ‘In.’ he said clearly. Lewis lifted the back of his shorts, as he had done earlier when he checked his spine, Peter was expecting a similar lovely sensation.

But what he felt made him cry out in ecstasy as the gentle touch of Lewis’s hand massaged all over both of his cheeks. His whole mind was experiencing lovely waves of pleasure. Answering his question was beyond him.

It wasn’t until Lewis slipped his hand out, then massaged his cheeks over his shorts that his concentration returned. Then as Lewis massaged down the back of his legs, he told him, ‘When I was eleven, I came to live with Aunty Jenny and Uncle Albert because my parents had died.’

‘Uncle Albert died two years after I came to live with them, so it’s just been me and Aunty Jenny since then.’

Lewis reached his feet and stopped. ‘You clearly enjoyed the massage on your cheeks,’ he said. ‘When I go back up, I’ll pull the back of your shorts down to uncover them, then I can massage them easier. Doing that will be much nicer, plus it will help you prepare for when I examine your bum later. But remember you only have to say stop.’

Peter was already anticipating the pleasure so he knew stop was a word that would not be passing his lips. ‘How did you get on with your uncle and aunt?’ Lewis asked as he moved up the back of his legs. ‘Aunt Jenny has always been lovely,’ Peter said, ‘She’s loving and caring and made me feel so welcome right from the start. Although she’s probably old enough to be my grandmother, I soon began to think of her and call her mum.’

‘That’s nice,’ Lewis said, ‘How about your uncle?’ Peter paused as Lewis massaged his cheeks over his shorts moving upwards. He could only concentrate on the anticipation he was feeling.

As Lewis took hold of the back of his shorts with both hands, Peters heartbeat increased. When Lewis started pulling the back down, Peter lifted his hips which helped them slide down.

When his waistband was rested on the back of his thighs just below his cheeks, He felt even more excited. That Lewis would now be looking at his bare bum never even crossed his mind. Thinking back afterwards, he realised that Lewis was only the second person ever to see his bare bum so clearly, Richard being the first. Yet even so he had had no fear or concern.

Then he cried out with such delight as both of Lewis’s hands rested gently on both of his cheeks at the same time. As Lewis massaged all over them his cry of delight increased even more.

It wasn’t until Lewis’s hands moved on up his back that he was able to answer. ‘Uncle Albert was completely the opposite,’ he said sadly. ‘He was a drunk who was often violent to both of us. He made it clear from the start he hadn’t wanted me there and he never changed. He would often lash out at me for no reason and if he came home drunk, which he did often, neither of us were safe from a beating.’

Lewis’s hands reached his head, gave it a brief massage and told him to turn over. As soon as he had, Lewis held his arms wide open. Peter sat up into them and they hugged. ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ Lewis told him as he stroked the back of his head.

As he lay back down Peter looked down his front. Because he had lifted his hips as Lewis pulled the back of his shorts down, the front had slid down too. He could just see under his waistband the bottom of his cock. All his hairs above his cock were on full view.

As a very quiet and shy person Peter would normally have had a fit to be in such an exposed position. But to his amazement he just thought to himself, so what, and relaxed.

As Lewis massaged his head then moved down onto the front of his shoulders he asked, ‘How did you get on with the other boys at school?’ ‘Well enough,’ Peter said. ‘I didn’t have any particular friends with being so quiet and shy. Plus, when I started at secondary school Uncle Albert was still alive, so I couldn’t take anyone home.’

‘But I never had any problems with anyone, and I was quite content to be alone.’

As Lewis moved onto his stomach he asked, ‘How about the girls?’ Peter went red. ‘I spoke to some of them occasionally,’ he said, ‘And there was one who seemed as quiet as I was who I really liked. But although we probably spoke to each other more than either of us did to anyone else, we never got close.’

‘Would you have liked to have done?’ Lewis asked as he massaged the exposed part of his abdomen and his hairs. ‘Yes.’ Peter admitted as lovely sensations started running through him.

He watched Lewis’s hands massaging through his exposed hairs and thought how lovely it would feel if he kept going down further. ‘Did she become the subject of your nighttime dreams?’ Lewis asked as his hands moved up onto the front of his shorts and massaged over his cock.

Peter let out a happy cry then said, ‘That feels lovely but how can it be, surely, I should be feeling frightened after all that’s happened to me.’ ‘Think of the differences,’ Lewis told him, ‘How did you feel in the office with Richard?’ ‘Frightened.’ Peter replied.

‘How do you feel in here with me?’ ‘Completely at ease.’ he said. ‘Did you like Richard?’ ‘No, definitely not.’ ‘Do you like me?’ ‘Yes.’ he said smiling at him. ‘Did you enjoy the feeling of his hands touching you?’ ‘No, it felt creepy.’ ‘What do my hands feel like?’ ‘Feathers drifting over my skin,’ Peter said, ‘It feels wonderful.’ ‘There you go then.’ Lewis said smiling.

By now he had reached his feet. ‘Anytime I go up or down your front, you have three choices when I reach your waist.’ Lewis told him, ‘Outside, Inside and Off.’

‘Can you remember my last question?’ Lewis asked as he started up his legs. ‘Yes, she did.’ Peter said after collecting his thoughts. ‘And did you erect and fire because of thinking about her?’ ‘Yes.’ Peter said going red again.

‘In your dreams, was she in bed with you?’ Lewis asked as he massaged up onto the front of his shorts. ‘Yes.’ came the reply. Then as his memory pictured his dream and Lewis’s hands came up over his cock it started to grow.

He gave Lewis a look of horror, then seeing Lewis smiling at him he smiled back and relaxed. His cock had gone rock hard, Lewis’s hand was on it, and it felt lovely. As Lewis’s hand reached his waistband his cock gave an almighty flex thumping hard against Lewis’s hand.

‘I guess that was a ‘Hi friend.’ Lewis said smiling. Peter laughed, he was experiencing feelings he’d never felt before and as Lewis’s hand was about to move off his shorts he called out ‘Inside.’

Lewis lifted the front of his shorts and slid one hand down the top of Peters thigh. As it brushed against the side of Peters cock, making it throb again, Peter lost all his inhibitions. He cried out in rapture, then called out, ‘Off.’

Lewis slid his hand into the middle and gently pressed Peters cock flat. Then started pulling his shorts down with his other hand. Peter immediately lifted his hips. Once down far enough Lewis took his hand off Peters cock, which sprang upright and waved about as Lewis slid his shorts right off.

Lewis took hold of his cock in one hand and asked, ‘How do you feel?’ ‘I don’t know how to describe it,’ Peter told him. ‘I’m excited, I’m getting lovely feelings and I feel very happy.’

Lewis massaged his cock and his balls accompanied by happy cries from Peter. Then he moved on up, leaving a very hard cock waving about happily. As he reached his stomach he asked, ‘Since I left you on Sunday have you and Lester had any close contact?’

‘Before we left on Sunday we went into the shed and had a hug.’ ‘Just a hug?’ Lewis asked. ‘And a kiss Peter said sounding a little embarrassed.’ ‘That’s good,’ Lewis told him. ‘After what you two have been through, don’t be frightened to get close physically. Anything you two do together willingly will help wipe everything else out of your mind.’