The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: Two Small Jets Of Cum
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: Two Small Jets Of Cum - 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
‘After playing for a little longer, I started stroking it very gently and slowly. I kept going slowly, thinking it would take him a long time. After quite a while and a few happy cries from grandad, he called out, ‘I can’t believe it, I feel like I’m getting close to firing.’
‘My arm was aching by now, but I kept going. Then as grandad called out, ‘I think I’m coming,’ his cock just shrank rapidly. I kept playing with it but not stroking, I didn’t want to make it sore. Grandad opened his eyes and gave me a big smile.’
‘I didn’t fire,’ he told me, ‘But I came closer than I ever thought possible and it was so lovely, thank you.’ He sat up and we hugged. ‘I’m so pleased to have given you some pleasure,’ I told him. ‘But I have thought of something else I could do that might get you excited enough to fire.’
‘When I help you get undressed for bed tomorrow night, refuse your pyjamas again if you want to have another try. Now let’s get your pyjamas on. Whilst he was sitting up, I put his top on. Then he lay down whilst I put his bottoms on as far as I could. He lifted his hips up so I could pull them right up, then I covered him up.’
‘The next night in his bedroom I stripped him off, then he said, ‘I’ll leave my pyjamas off, please.’ I smiled at him. I took the duvet right off the bed and helped him get onto the bed. I stood at the side of the bed and took hold of his hand.’
‘Resting it between my legs, I asked, ‘What do you feel?’ ‘A very hard cock.’ he said. ‘Ok.’ I told him, ‘I’m going to strip off and sit on the bed alongside you. Then whilst I’m stroking your cock and you are dreaming, I want you to hold my cock.’
‘What I’m hoping,’ I told him, ‘Is that your brain will feel extra excited at feeling you holding a different cock at the same time as another hand is stroking yours.’ I took a step back and started getting undressed. Grandad watched me and as I took my underpants off my cock sprang out straight.’
‘I walked round the bed and got up to sit alongside him, facing him with my feet up by his head. My cock stood up waving to him. I took hold of his cock and his balls, then told him to put his hand on my knee. As I started playing with his cock and his balls, I told him to slide his hand up my leg and take hold of my cock.’
‘Now dream away,’ I told him. ‘And if you want to move your hand around and explore my cock, feel free.’ Grandads cock had already gone completely hard, so I stopped feeling it, and began a slow stroke. His hand stayed on my knee for a few moments, then started sliding up slowly.’
‘That feels lovely.’ I called out to encourage him. His hand moved a little quicker and as it touched, my cock throbbed like mad. He looked at it and had a smile on his face. Then he took hold of it. He looked like the cat who had got the cream.’
‘He held it in a full hand grip and seemed to be enjoying feeling it throbbing in his hand. His own cock was staying very hard and was also giving an occasional throb. Because I felt so happy and safe with grandad, what had happened to me previously didn’t even cross my mind.’
‘I kept stroking his cock and playing with his balls. I occasionally left his balls and ran my fingers through his hairs and up and down his groins. He was giving out lots of happy cries most of the time. Not only that, but his hand was now exploring all over my cock.’
‘I felt sure he was probably doing it without realising it, but that didn’t matter, it would still have the same effect on him. It took almost as long as last time, but he called out, ‘I’m getting near, I think.’ I went a little faster and was pleased to feel my own cock flexing in his hand.’
‘Then a few moments later, I felt the hand on my cock change grip and start stroking it. I looked at grandad who had his eyes tight shut and a big beam on his face. ‘I might be coming at any moment,’ he called out in surprise.’
‘Then as his hand stopped stroking my cock and took a full hand grip once more, I went a little faster on his cock and he screamed out in delight. I felt the cock in my hand throbbing as it shot out two small jets of cum. Grandads happy scream continued until the last drop left his cock.’
‘It only shot out a small distance and then crashed down on his belly button. I slowed down my stroking to a stop. Grandad just lay there smiling, his hand now holding my hard cock tightly. His cock had quickly shrunk in my hand, so I lay it down on his hairs.’
‘I’m coming myself, right now,’ Jim suddenly cried out in surprise. He looked at his cock in time to see Lewis’s hand moving up and down on it fast, and four good jets of cum soaring up into the air. His happy cry grew and grew until the last drop left his cock, then it started to fade.
Lewis kept stroking until the last drop left Jim’s cock, then slowed down to a stop. He held it whilst it shrank and then laid it down, so it hung loose between his legs. Jim just looked at him in amazement. ‘I’ve never felt anything so lovely before.’ he said.
He closed his eyes and lay still as if he was exhausted. Lewis mopped most of the cum off his chest with tissue, then fetching a wet cloth and a towel, cleaned his chest up properly. Picking his limp cock up, he slid his foreskin back and dabbed his tip with the wet cloth.
That woke Jim up. He cried out in delight at the sensation and again as Lewis dabbed at his exposed foreskin. Then as it slid back and swallowed Jim’s tip, Lewis laid it back down. Jim was lost for words, so he just gazed happily at Lewis.
Slipping back to sit under his head, Lewis replaced his hands as they were. There was no reaction this time from Jims now completely worn-out cock, but he enjoyed the feeling of Lewis’s hand resting over it just the same.
‘Carry on with your story,’ Lewis told him. ‘I sat there for a while,’ Jim told him, ‘I was enjoying feeling grandads hand holding my cock. His hand was still now, but just feeling his touch felt so special. Then after a while, I lifted his hand off my cock and got up.’
‘When I returned from the bathroom to clean him up, he hadn’t moved. I sat on the side of the bed and checked he was still breathing, after having a moments panic that the excitement had proved too much for him. Then I got the worst of the small amount of cum up with some tissue.’
‘As I washed his belly button and surrounding area with the wet cloth, he just gave a happy sigh. Then when I’d dried him, I picked up his limp cock and dabbed the tip, after peeling his foreskin back. That made him cry out even louder and open his eyes.’
‘He gave me a lovely smile, then struggled to sit up. I reached out and helped him, then we hugged. Feeling bare skin to bare skin was lovely. ‘Thank you so much,’ he said, ‘That was something I thought I’d never feel again.’
‘Not only that,’ he added beaming at me, ‘It was the first time in my life that I have been fired by another man. It’s also the first time I’ve ever held someone else’s cock, and it’s the very first time I’ve ever had a desire to fire someone else.’ ‘I noticed that you did a bit of stroking,’ I told him with a grin, ‘I just assumed you were getting carried away.’
‘Yes, well, I’m sorry.’ he told me. ‘For what?’ I asked. ‘I was stroking your cock, so you were perfectly entitled to stroke mine. Anyway, it felt lovely.’ ‘Really?’ he said looking pleased. ‘Yes,’ I told him, ‘Perhaps when you’ve recovered from tonight, you can try again properly, if you want to.’
‘Oh, yes please,’ he said, ‘You’re sure you wouldn’t mind?’ ‘I can’t think of anyone I know, who I’d rather do it for me.’ I told him. ‘Now, let’s get you into your pyjamas before you fall asleep.’ Once they were on, I covered him up.’