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The Life of Lewis

Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas

Chapter 5: I Never Saw My Parents Again

Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 5: I Never Saw My Parents Again - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.

Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/Fa   Ma/Ma   Ma/mt   mt/mt   Teenagers   Coercion   Consensual   Rape   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Torture   Anal Sex   First   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Doctor/Nurse   Teacher/Student  

‘By the time I got home I’d managed to stifle my excitement, feeling that if I looked too pleased about it, they would be likely to refuse to allow me to go on principle. I waited until we were having our evening meal, then I said as casually as I could, ‘I visited grandad today.’

As Lewis’s hands moved off his thighs onto the front of his trousers, Jim had a lovely smile on his face. As Lewis’s hands moved up over his cock, they both felt it move. Jim looked at Lewis in horror, Lewis smiled at him and said, ‘Don’t worry, that’s what it’s designed to do.’

‘You’re probably not aware that generally speaking you are only likely to erect at someone else’s touch, if you feel safe and at ease with them. So, any movement at all is a good sign. And don’t forget,’ he added with a grin, ‘I have one that does exactly the same.’ Jim grinned back.

‘There was no reaction from mum or dad,’ Jim continued. So, I pressed on, saying, ‘He’s getting very unsteady on his feet and can’t hold things like he used to. He was also telling me that he fell out of bed the other night.’

‘Neither of them seemed the slightest bit interested, but I continued, ‘He’s very worried in case he falls out of bed again and there’s no one there to help him up or call for help. It’s a bit of a bind, but he suggested that if it was ok with you, I could go and stop over for a few nights.’

As Lewis reached his head, massaged it and took his hands away, he glanced down and saw that Jims cock had subsided again. ‘In a moment, I want you to turn over so I can go down your back again.’ Lewis told him.

‘The massage is an important part of relaxing you, as you have already discovered. A massage on the skin is far, far, nicer and more effective than over your clothes. So, if you feel able to, I’d like you to take your top things off before you turn over.’

‘But if you don’t feel up to doing that, don’t worry, there is no pressure here, you only do what you feel happy with.’ Jim looked up at him. He had already relaxed far more than he would ever have thought possible.

He knew the massage had played a major part in that, and he had loved it and the feelings it had given him. The thought of feeling the massage directly on his skin excited him. He sat up and started pulling his shirt off.

He passed it to Lewis, who took it off him and laid it down over the armchair as Jim lay down and turned over. Looking at his bare back, Lewis could see a pair of very powerful looking shoulders. As he massaged the back of his head, Jim was trying to imagine what the massage would feel like on his shoulders.

‘Go.’ he said. As Lewis massaged his bare shoulders, it sent wonderful shivers through him. It was a struggle, but he continued his tale unprompted. ‘I told them that would stop him worrying about ending up lying on the floor all night.’ Jim said.

Mum and dad just looked at each other and shrugged at each other. They rarely spoke to me unless they had to, so I said, ‘I’ll take that as a yes then, I’ll go over later. You know where I’ll be if you want me. I’ll take my school things with me so I can go straight to school in the morning.’

‘Nothing more was said, I knew they didn’t care. So, after tea I packed my school things into some carrier bags. I thought using a suitcase might look too much like I was keen to move out, although they could have guessed that anyway. I returned to grandads and put my things in my new room. That was the start of the happy phase of my life.’

As Lewis reached his waist, he didn’t know whether to be excited at the lovely feeling he knew the massage over his cheeks would give him, or disappointed about the massage on the bare skin of his back stopping.

He had a mental picture flash into his head of someone in a movie he had seen years ago, lying on a trolley naked, being massaged with just a towel over their waist. ‘That must feel absolutely amazing.’ he thought. Then he cried out happily at the feeling going through his cheeks.

As Lewis’s hands moved on down the back of his legs, he asked, ‘How was living with your grandad?’ ‘It was a whole new way of life,’ Jim said. ‘Grandad insisted on getting up with me each morning so we could have breakfast together.’

‘He asked me what I had on at school that day and showed an interest. When I came home each night he asked me about my day. He told me the things he had tried to do that day but hadn’t been able to manage. Generally, I was able to go and do them for him.’

‘I started cooking the evening meals, but grandad insisted on doing as much of the preparation as he could. He also set a specific time for me doing my homework. It became understood that if I was doing something for him, I had to stop at homework time. If necessary, anything else was to be left until another day.’

‘The original plan was that I would do my homework up in my room in peace and quiet. But it soon became the norm that I would do it in the lounge. Grandad would switch the tv off and he would sit quietly and read. That was great, because I loved having his company.’

‘He was also handy to answer questions if I got stuck, he had quite a wealth of general knowledge.’ ‘As Lewis reached his knees on the way back up, he asked, ‘How long did you live with your grandad and how did that go with your mum and dad?’

‘After a week at grandads I returned home when I knew mum and dad would be out. I collected a few more bags of my things. Then that evening I returned when I knew they would both be in. They were both in the lounge watching tv when I walked in.’

He went quiet as Lewis massaged over his cheeks, enjoying the feeling of his hands as well as the sensations it was giving him deep inside. Then as he moved over his waist, onto his bare back, he let out a happy cry as he continued.

‘Hi,’ I said, ‘I just called in to let you know grandad is fine, but he still needs my help, so I’ll stay with him a bit longer.’ Neither of them either acknowledge I was there or replied, so I just said, ‘See you then.’ and left.’

‘As I returned to grandads, I should have felt so sad, but I had accepted how things were ages ago. I walked with a spring in my step at the thought that I would be remaining at grandads. As soon as I got in, I went straight to him and gave him a hug, which he returned.’

As Lewis reached his head, he massaged it briefly, took his hands off and said, ‘Turn over.’ As he settled into place Lewis smiled at him and told him, ‘I’m going to go down your front again whilst you carry on with your story.’

‘When I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of your belt and pause. If you say ‘Pass,’ I’ll let go and carry on down the same as last time. But if you don’t speak, I’ll undo your belt and trousers, then carry on down. If I do that it will take the pressure off your stomach and help you relax even more.’

‘It will also mean that next time I go down your back, I’ll be able to offer you some even more relaxing options. You don’t need to say ‘Go’ anymore either,’ Lewis told him, ‘I know you’ll say stop if you feel you need to.’

Jim resumed his story as Lewis massaged the front of his bare shoulders. He wondered what the more relaxing options might be. He felt sure that whatever they were, they would be nice. ‘When I hugged grandad,’ he continued, he smiled and asked, ‘What was that for?’

‘Just for being you,’ I told him. ‘I just called at my parent’s house and told them I was staying longer.’ ‘What did they say to that?’ he asked. ‘Absolutely nothing,’ I said, ‘Not a single word.’ ‘Why did you say, ‘your parent’s house?’ he queried.’

 
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