Chapter 3: Firm But Tiny Cheeks

‘When I reach your waist,’ Lewis told him, ‘I’ll take hold of your belt and pause. If you say pass, I’ll let go and carry on down. If you say nothing, I’ll undo everything round your waist. That will release pressure on your stomach and help you relax even more. If I do that, then next time you turn over I’ll be able to offer you even more relaxing options. Just remember it’s your choice, we move at your speed not mine.’

As he massaged his head, Lewis studied Peters chest. He could see that he was thinly covered with muscles and had a small patch of chest hairs. His hips were very narrow and his belly button, in a very flat stomach was very shallow. There was no sign of a six pack.

When Peter said, ‘Go,’ Lewis massaged the front of his bare shoulders and saw the pleasure on Peters face. ‘What happened the next day?’ Lewis asked. ‘My aunt returned in the morning and was able to visit because I was in a side room.’

‘She gave me a long hug and a kiss. ‘It’s so lovely to see you again after all these years,’ she told me, ‘It’s just so sad this had to happen to make it possible.’ Then she told me she had spoken to the social services who were happy for us to continue as planned. ‘I’m going to pop back home from here,’ she said, ‘And collect some clothes. The hospital say you can go home the day after tomorrow, so I’ll pick you up and take you home.’

Lewis reached his waist and took hold of his belt. Peter hadn’t been sure if he could remain silent, much as he wanted to. But once Lewis was holding his belt and waiting, he closed his mouth firmly and watched. He counted ten to himself, then he watched Lewis’s hands undoing his belt.

When his top button followed, the release around his waist wasn’t that noticeable with him being so slim, but the feeling of achievement in being able to let it happen felt really good. Then he felt his zip slide down. He hadn’t realised that that would be included too, but to his surprise, the feeling it gave him was excitement, not fear.

He looked up at Lewis who smiled at him. ‘Well done,’ he said, ‘That’s exceptional progress.’ As Lewis massaged over the front of his open trousers, his hand briefly passed over the tiny patch of uncovered underpants. That sent such lovely shivers through Peter that the pleasure overruled any possible fear or embarrassment.

As he moved down the front of his legs over his trousers, Peter resumed his tale. ‘Then you’ll have to decide what to do with everything,’ my aunt told me. ‘I’ll help as much as I can, but you will have to make the final decisions. We’ll also need to sort out the funeral too. It’s not going to be easy for you.’ I hadn’t thought about that side of things up to then, but I decided to ignore it until I was back home.’

Aunty Jackie sat and asked me about school and how my life had been since she saw me last. Then after giving me another hug and a kiss, she left. The next day was just a normal hospital day. I had a final check-up and was told I’d be able to go home after the doctor’s round in the morning.

Lewis’s hands were moving back up his thighs. Peter just relaxed and watched. He wondered if he would feel any more of the lovely shivers he had felt on the way down. As Lewis’s hands moved over the front of his open trousers, he was delighted to feel the lovely shivers again. Then he realised the feelings were coming from his cock, which Lewis’s hand had touched over his underpants very briefly in passing.

As Lewis’s hands moved off his trousers onto the bare skin of Peters stomach, the lovely feeling that gave him, coupled with the previous sensation made his cock start to grow.

Peter was amazed. Firstly, that it was actually growing without him doing anything to make it grow. Secondly, that it felt so lovely. Thirdly, that he didn’t feel any need to move and try to hide it, although he presumed Lewis probably wouldn’t notice it anyway.

Lewis had noticed his growing cock which seemed quite small. However, seeing no concern on Peters face, he said nothing. ‘How was going home?’ Lewis asked, Peter sighed, the memory still vivid even after all this time.

‘As we walked into the house, I burst into tears,’ Peter told him, ‘I guess because it hit me that mum and dad would never come home again. Aunty Jackie took me in her arms and just held me until I had finished.’ ‘Don’t worry about it, just let yourself go,’ she told me, ‘You’ll probably need to do that again a few times yet.’

Lewis had massaged over his chest and his head. He took his hands away and told him, ‘In a moment you can turn over and I’ll go down your back again. You have two choices. When I reach your waist, because your trousers are loose, I’ll take hold of them and pause.’

‘At that point I want you to say ‘Out’ or ‘In.’ If you say out, I’ll let go and massage down over the outside of your trousers like last time. If you say in, I’ll lift the back up and massage your cheeks inside your trousers but over your underpants.’

‘Obviously that will feel even nicer, and help you relax much more. If you do the latter one, then you have a second choice. If you feel at ease enough to do it, as I draw my hand out of your trousers after I’ve massaged your cheeks, lift your hips.

‘Should you do that, I’ll slide your trousers down to your ankles. That will mean I can massage your legs directly on the skin, just like your top. I will also massage once more over your underpants on the way down but this time doing both cheeks at the same time.’

Peter was already feeling excited at the idea of more massage directly on the skin but wasn’t sure if he could let Lewis pull his trousers down. Turn over when you’re ready Lewis told him, but don’t forget to tuck your cock in, I’d hate you to break it.’

‘He noticed.’ Peter thought with surprise. As Lewis clearly didn’t seem to mind, he decided he wouldn’t have any concern about it either. After all, it was giving him a lovely feeling. He grinned at Lewis, reached down and put his hand inside his trousers, pressed himself flat and turned over.

As he massaged the back of his head, Lewis told him, ‘You don’t need to say go anymore. I’m happy that you are relaxed enough now to be able to say stop if you need to.’

He moved down onto Peters bare shoulders and massaged down his back as he asked, ‘Can you describe the next fortnight?’ ‘We put the house up for sale,’ Peter told him. ‘Aunty Jackie said that a solicitor appointed by social services would handle the sale. Because of my age the money would be put in trust for me until I was older.’

‘We had the funeral a week later, there was just me and Aunty Jackie plus a few neighbours. The rest of the time we sorted through everything in the house. Aunty Jackie suggested I put all my clothes that I wouldn’t need to wear for the next few weeks on mum and dad’s bed. Plus, anything of theirs that I wanted to take with me to keep.’

‘Then we arranged for a charity shop to call and collect all of mum and dad’s clothes. We decided to leave all the beds and household stuff in the house in case a purchaser was a couple getting married who had nothing. We instructed the solicitor that if the house had to be emptied everything was to be given to the charity shop.’

He came to a stop as he felt Lewis take hold of the back of his trousers and wait. It took him three seconds to decide, then as he said ‘In,’ he felt his still hard cock throb underneath him.

As he felt Lewis’s hand sliding down inside his trousers over his underpants, he couldn’t stop himself crying out happily at the lovely feeling. He repeated his cry when Lewis moved over to massage the other cheek.

As he felt Lewis’s hand sliding up to come out of his trousers, he lifted his hips. Lewis slid his trousers down to his ankles, then said, ‘Lower yourself down carefully.’ Realising what he meant, Peter reached under himself and pressed his cock flat once more as he lay back down.