Chapter 3: Lewis, Peter and the Tale of Two Sisters.

The following week was very enjoyable for Lewis, and it seemed no time at all before Saturday was here again. During a quiet moment in the shop, Mike asked him how his week had been. He told him it had been great for three reasons, two of them he would tell him later during lunch and the third was that he had got his new fishing rod. ‘Have you had chance to use it yet?’ Mike asked him. ‘Yes, I went fishing with my dad on Thursday evening,’ he told him, ‘I caught two fish whilst Dad didn’t catch a thing, it must have been the new rod,’ he said with a grin. The shop doorbell rang, and the Saturday rush resumed. As usual Lewis went to the chippy just before they closed. As they sat in the back room eating, Mike asked, ‘So what were the other two good things of the week?’

In between mouthfuls, Lewis told him, ‘I couldn’t get that story of the two sisters out of my head, and each night when I went to bed, I started to think my way through it, intending to add something on at the end.’ ‘What did you add?’ Mike asked with interest. ‘Nothing’ came the reply. Then seeing Mike’s puzzled look, he added, ‘I never managed to get to the end. Every single night I fired long before the end, but I’ll keep on trying,’ he added with a big grin.

Mike laughed, ‘Well at least you’ll enjoy working at it,’ he said, ‘So what was the third reason?’ ‘That was unexpected,’ Lewis said, looking thoughtful. ‘I was round at my pal Pete’s the other evening. His parents were out, and we were chatting about all sorts. He asked me if I’d had sex yet. I told him no, then asked if he had. When he said no, I asked if he fired much. He said most nights but sometimes it took longer than others. So, I asked him what he thought about to get worked up and what worked best. He said he usually picked one of the girls at school and imagined she was in his bed with him. He said the girl who had the best effect was an older girl in the year above us. Then I asked him if he ever dreamed about twosomes or threesomes or anything unusual,’

Mike immediately said, ‘What did he say to that?’ ‘He was a bit hesitant at first,’ Lewis replied, ‘But after a bit of coaxing, he told me that he had had a dream a while ago after an occasion that he hadn’t managed to fire. He said he didn’t realise at first that he was dreaming. He told me that I had stayed the night and like he had done at mine, we had shared a bed. During the night he had turned over, so he was close to my back and put his arm around my shoulders, then I had reached back and felt his cock which was rock hard, then as I took my hand away, he woke up, panicked and turned over. Then he woke up and realised he had dreamt it, but found that he was wet, covered with cum. It had been his first really wet dream. I asked him how he felt about it, now he had told me. He said he felt embarrassed, but not as much as he thought he would, he was more concerned that I would think he was queer.’ ‘So, what did you say to that,’ Mike asked with interest.

‘I told him it didn’t mean anything of the sort,’ Lewis replied, ‘I said neither of us has had proper sex yet, but we are sexually active with all the desires that go with it. That’s why you play with yourself. When you are close to someone else’s body, man or woman, if you feel safe and comfortable with them, you can easily get excited. If you are very close, like being in bed together for instance, you’re bound to get erect and even more excited. That’s perfectly normal.’

‘You’ve learned a lot in these past few weeks,’ Mike told him with a smile.

‘Then I told him, you enjoy it a lot when you play with yourself and fire, don’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ he said looking surprised. ‘Yet you are being fired by a man, ok the man is you, but it’s a man nevertheless.’ ‘I never thought of it that way,’ he said. So, I told him, if you were fired by another man, it wouldn’t really be any different except it would feel so much more exciting and much, much, nicer,’ then I said, ‘The dream you had involving me was actually true,’ Pete told me it couldn’t be as I had never stopped at his overnight. ‘True,’ I said, ‘But you stayed with me and shared my bed. During the night, in your sleep, you turned over and put your arm around my shoulders. I was asleep but it woke me up. I realised you were still asleep and lay still wondering what to do. Then I realised that I had a massive hard on. So, I reached my hand behind me, and I could feel that you did too. My touch must have part woke you as you took your arm away and turned over away from me. I was dying to fire myself, but you were clearly still fast asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you. So that is where your dream came from.’ Pete said, ‘Wow, I never knew that, so that was why you asked me how I’d slept.’ ‘I told him yes,’ Lewis said.

‘Then I asked him how he felt now he knew it had actually happened. He told me he would probably dream about it even more now so I told him he should add to what happened with what he would have liked to happen, for instance if he had woken up fully and realised that I was also hard.’ What did he say to that,’ Mike asked? ‘He asked me if I had dreamt about it since,’ Lewis replied, ‘So I told him I had several times. Then he asked what I had dreamed had happened. I told him I had dreamed that when I reached behind me and got hold of him, he had woken up, realised what had happened and reached round and got hold of my erection, then we did nice things. I told him I wasn’t going to say any more until he had had a chance to put his own imagination to work, then we could talk some more.’