The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 2: Lovely Just The Same
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 2: Lovely Just The Same - 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
‘We moved closer and hugged. Our soft cocks touched and in seconds we were both very hard. We lay there together for a while just playing with each other’s cocks and loving every minute. Eventually we got up and had a normal weekend.’
‘Monday came and I was off for my second week at work. I had persuaded grandad not to get up with me now that I was leaving home much earlier. I told him he needed his rest, and he could get up leisurely anytime he wanted to. He saw the sense of it and reluctantly agreed.’
‘Every night when I came home, grandad was interested in what I’d been doing that day. That gave me such a good feeling. When I told him I’d made friends with two of my workmates he was pleased about that too. He asked me all about them.’
‘Friday night we went up to the bathroom and it struck me that he seemed to be moving a bit slower than usual. When I asked him, he assured me that he felt fine. ‘Do you want to leave your bath until tomorrow?’ I asked him.’
‘No, I’ll be fine.’ he said, ‘This is my favourite night of the week.’ I bathed him and although he got hard a few times, he didn’t stay hard all the way through. ‘I just feel extra tired tonight,’ he told me, ‘But I’ll be fine.’ We went through to his bedroom, and he opted to sit in the chair to fire me.’
‘I got on the bed, and he seemed to buck up as soon as he started handling my cock. The feeling I got was lovely as usual, and soon I was crying out in ecstasy and shooting my load of cum. I looked at grandad and he looked to be back to his usual self and very happy.’
‘I got cleaned up and got grandad on the bed. I sat facing him and his cock got very hard and stayed hard all the time I stroked it. ‘I’m coming any moment.’ he called out. I went a bit faster, and he shot another three jets of cum. But this time it all went up higher into the air.’
‘When it landed on his chest right up between his nipples, he was so pleased. After he had gone soft, I mopped his cum up, there was certainly a lot more this time. When I told him that, he looked very pleased.’
‘Returning from the bathroom, he was still awake. I cleaned him up then he sat up. We had a lovely hug, and I put his pyjama top on. Then he lay down and I put his bottoms on too. He had told me he had felt cold in the night last time he had slept naked.’
‘As I covered him up,’ he asked, ‘Please will you stay with me tonight.’ ‘Of course I will.’ I told him. ‘I just feel different tonight somehow.’ he said, ‘I can’t explain it.’ I got in beside him and put the light out. We turned on our sides to face each other and hugged.’
‘These last four years have been so happy,’ grandad told me, ‘I’m so glad you came to live with me.’ ‘Not half as glad as I am.’ I told him. ‘You are the first proper dad I’ve ever had.’ We moved apart and I turned onto my back. A few minutes later grandad asked, ‘Can I come closer.’
‘Of course you can.’ I said and put my arm out over the pillow. He cuddled up to my side and rested his head on my shoulder. I put my arm around him and kissed his head. ‘Night, night, grandad, I love you.’ I said once more. ‘Night, night, son,’ he replied, ‘I love you too.’ Moments later we were both asleep.’
‘I woke up a few hours later to find us in the same position. But something didn’t feel right. Grandad felt heavier and his hand that was resting on my hip felt extremely cold. I put the light on. I wriggled out from under him and went round to his side of the bed.’
‘I shook him with no response, so I pulled him over onto his back. His eyes were wide open, but he was just staring into space. I opened his pyjama top and couldn’t see his chest moving. I put my ear down on his chest. His skin felt so cold.’
‘I couldn’t feel any movement or hear his heartbeat. I knew then that I was all alone in the world. I kissed his forehead and said quietly, ‘Goodbye grandad, and thank you.’ As I lifted my head, some tear drops fell on his face.’
‘I hadn’t realised that I was crying. I fastened grandad’s pyjamas up again and covered him up. Remembering something I’d seen on tv, I closed his eyes. As I looked back from the door, he just looked as if he was asleep. It was the first dead body I’d ever seen.’
‘I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then went to my bedroom and put my night things on. Ringing the doctor, I identified myself and told him grandad had died peacefully in his sleep during the past two hours.’
‘How do you feel about him staying where he is until morning?’ he asked me. ‘That’s fine with me.’ I told him. He said he’d call at nine in the morning and certify him, then I could contact the funeral director. I went back to my own bed and slept until my alarm went off.’
‘I got up and had some breakfast. It seemed so strange eating alone and knowing that was how it would always be from now on. Being Saturday, I wasn’t working anyway. The doctor arrived at nine, and we went up to see grandad.’
‘He did pretty much what I’d done but used his stethoscope instead of his ear. He asked me how I knew when it had happened. I explained that I usually helped grandad get undressed and saw him into bed. ‘I said goodnight,’ I told him, ‘But as I was about to leave, grandad asked me to stay with him.’
‘He’d never asked me that before, so I thought there must be something wrong. I got into bed with him and asked him if everything was ok. He said he felt fine, but strange somehow. We had a hug and fell asleep almost immediately.’
‘I woke up a few hours later to find that grandad had moved up against me and put his arm over me. It felt cold and heavy, so I put the light on and after checking his chest wasn’t moving, I put my ear to his chest. Finding that I couldn’t hear his heart beating, I rang you.’
‘Ok, let’s go downstairs.’ he said. At the kitchen table I made us both a coffee and he wrote out a death certificate. He told me how and where to go to register the death. When I told him what grandad had wanted funeral wise, he gave me the name of an undertaker.’
‘What are you going to do now?’ he asked. I told him about my job and that I’d be staying here. I was his patient too, so I knew he was aware of my age. ‘Grandad arranged that if anything happened to him, all the household bills will be paid until I’m eighteen,’ I told him, ‘Then I’ll be able to get myself a small flat.’
‘How will you feel living here on your own?’ he asked. ‘It’ll seem strange without grandad, and I’ll miss him terribly,’ I told him. ‘But grandad always said he wouldn’t make it until I was eighteen, so I expected to get a flat on my own then anyway.’
‘Having seen how well you looked after your grandad, I’ve no doubt you’ll cope fine,’ he said, ‘But loneliness can do terrible things to people. If you have a problem, even if it isn’t medical, give me a call.’ I thanked him and he left.’
‘I rang the funeral director, and they came and collected grandad an hour later. Just before they were due, I went upstairs to him. I kissed his forehead and told him I’d never ever forget him or stop loving him. I was on my way downstairs when they arrived.’
‘I let them in and left them to it. Next, I went into town and registered grandad’s death with the Registrar of Births and Deaths. Then I went into the bank. I told them what had happened and showed them the death certificate.’
‘The lady told me the account would now be changed into my sole name, but it wouldn’t affect any of the direct debits or standing orders. She told me that I could cancel or change any standing orders right now, if I wanted to. But if I wanted to do anything with a direct debit, I’d have to contact the people it was paid to.’
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