Chapter 3: A Lovely Feeling Deep Inside

My insides were still stinging. I put the light on and saw his cock lying limp. ‘You just raped me,’ I said, ‘How could you.’ Then I burst into tears.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to. I woke up feeling so randy after sucking you. In our sleep we’d moved into the position we were in with my cock lying along the crack of your cheeks. I was half asleep and thought I was in bed with Jason.’

‘So, I pushed my cock up your bum and went for it. It wasn’t until you called out that I remembered who I was with. But by then I was halfway there and couldn’t stop. I just decided that as I’d sucked you, it would be ok for me to fire in you and kept going.’

‘My insides feel like they’re burning,’ I said having stopped crying. ‘I’m sorry about that too,’ Martin said. ‘I’d normally have oiled you first, but with me going in dry, my cock has probably scratched your bowel. It’ll be the cum in the scratches that is stinging you. Don’t worry, it’ll soon go.’

‘I went into the bathroom and had a shower. I didn’t know what to do. I felt disgusted at what he’d done. Yet considering what we had done earlier, I knew that I couldn’t really report it without having to admit all that to everyone.’

‘Also, although I thought his excuse for not stopping was feeble, I accepted what he said about him waking up and thinking I was Jason.

I stayed in the shower for ages. When I came out, I was still stinging but it didn’t seem quite as bad.’

‘I had taken my shorts in with me, so I got dried put them on and spent the rest of the night in the bunk. When I woke up, Martin was still fast asleep, so I got dressed and went for a walk. When I came back in, he was obviously scared that I’d gone to report him.’

‘I took pity on him and told him I’d just been for a walk. But I wasn’t going to let him off the hook completely, I added, ‘Whilst I thought about what I should do.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, ‘I wouldn’t want to hurt you for the world.’ How many others have you raped? I asked. ‘No one ever,’ he said, ‘That sounds so awful, I’m disgusted with myself.’

‘I wasn’t sure whether I believed him or not. But I’d definitely decided I wasn’t going to do anything. The next two nights I was in the dormitory surrounded by other boys.’

‘I checked who had been in the tree house before me and who with. Martin had only been in there one other night that week. On the last day we were there, I checked with the boy who had been in there with him. ‘How did you get on with Martin in the tree house?’ I asked. ‘Fine,’ he said, ‘He’s nice, isn’t he?’

‘Then he went quiet and asked, ‘Did he sleep in the nude when you were there?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘It was a bit of a shock when he walked out of the bathroom, but I didn’t really mind.’ ‘Oh, he asked me beforehand if I minded.’ the lad told me. ‘Anyway, he was in the bunk behind me so I didn’t really see much of him once we’d turned in.’

‘That convinced me it was a one-off occasion, so I decided to put it down as an experience and forget it. So, I went home without saying anything.’

‘But?’ Lewis asked giving him a sympathetic look. ‘I found I was dreaming about it at night.’ Reg told him. ‘I wouldn’t call them nightmares exactly, but definitely very bad dreams.’ ‘How often?’ Lewis asked. ‘To start with two or three times a week,’ Reg said. ‘Then a year later I started going out with Gwyneth from school.’

‘Over a few months we had progressed to stripping off and seeing each other naked. I gave her her very first climax on that occasion. She didn’t suggest firing me, so I didn’t suggest it either. But a month later, after we had stripped off once more, I told her I was a virgin and I’d like her to be my first. She said she was too, and she’d be happy for me to be her first.’

‘So, the following Saturday whilst her parents were out, we went up to her room, stripped each other off and made love. It was lovely. We both enjoyed it, but we fell asleep afterwards. It was pure luck that we woke up two hours later.’

‘We dived out of bed and got dressed. Going downstairs we had a kiss and I left. When I saw her next, Gwyneth told me her parents had arrived home ten minutes afterwards. We made love several times after that, but we always set our alarms first.’

‘Did you notice any change in the bad dreams after you had had sex?’ Lewis asked. Reg thought a bit. ‘No, I hadn’t.’ he said, ‘But now you mention it I realise that there was. I only have one a week now, sometimes not even that.’ ‘How many times did you and Gwyneth make love?’ ‘About six in total, then she moved with her job.’

‘Have you had any other girlfriends since?’ ‘I’m not sure I’d call her a girlfriend,’ Reg said, ‘But there was someone on my training course who I got on with really well. She and I spent the night together several times. Then when we left training school, I was posted to Manchester. She was posted somewhere miles away. So, I haven’t had sex for two years now.’

‘And the dreams?’ Lewis asked. ‘Still about once a week,’ Reg admitted ‘But either I’m getting used to them or they’re not quite as bad as they were. Oh,’ he added, ‘When I was posted to Manchester I checked Martin out on the police computer. There was nothing showing.’

‘Ok, so you had a bad experience,’ Lewis said, ‘But you’ve had sex with two girls since, I presume enjoyably?’ he asked raising his eyebrows. ‘Oh yes, very.’ Reg replied with a grin. ‘So there’s still something you haven’t told me isn’t there.’ Lewis asked.

‘Yes.’ Reg said with a sigh. ‘I’ve told you about my bad dreams but not my good ones. I have dreams about being in bed with Gwyneth and Celia, but I still have dreams about Martin sucking me and Carson firing me. I started to wonder if I was going off girls and that was why I’d been without one for so long.’

‘In a month of thirty days,’ Lewis asked, ‘How many nights would you have a dream that made you fire?’ ‘Thirty,’ came the immediate reply. ‘The bad dreams always came later in the night.’

‘So how many bad ones of Martin raping you?’ ‘Four.’ ‘How many of Martin sucking you?’ ‘Three.’ ‘How many about Carson?’ ‘Four.’ ‘How many about Gwyneth,’ ‘Eight.’ ‘How many about Celia.’ ‘Thirteen,’ ‘And the other two?’ Lewis asked after a quick mental sum. ‘Different girls I’d seen at work or on the movies.’ Reg told him with a grin.

‘Twenty-three girl dreams to seven male dreams, plus four bad dreams. That’s not a bad ratio.’ Lewis told him. ‘I have no doubt that you desire girls and once you are having sex regularly, the bad dreams will disappear altogether. ‘Good dreams involving Martin will fade into your distant memory to reappear once in a Preston Guild.’

‘Now there is a faster immediate cure for your bad dreams. I’ll tell you what it is later, but I don’t think you have anything you need to worry about. Everything you have done with a male, or had done to you, is something many teenagers experiment with. Unfortunately, you experienced one of them by force rather than consent.’

‘But because you had already had some sex experiences with Martin immediately prior to the event, it’s not quite as bad as being attacked out of the blue.’ Reg was relieved at Lewis’s comment. He had started to get really worried. Then it sank in what he had just said. ‘Do you mean that some teenagers stick their cocks up each other’s bums voluntarily?’ he asked thinking he must have misunderstood.

‘Yes.’ Lewis said, ‘It’s reckoned that putting your cock up a bum is the nearest thing to compare to putting it in a vagina. That’s why it’s so popular with teenage virgins. If you and Carson had got together more than you did, you may well have tried it too.’

‘But the pain?’ Reg said. ‘Done properly and by consent there is no pain.’ Lewis assured him. Reg looked at him. ‘You haven’t?’ ‘Yes, both ways.’ Lewis told him smiling. ‘Wow.’ Reg said.

‘This might be a good moment to tell you what the instant cure for your bad dreams is,’ Lewis said smiling. ‘You had a cock thrust up your bum without your consent which at the time at least, you would never have given. It was also done without any lubrication. You experienced pain during the rape and pain afterwards.’