The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 7: In My Dreams My Cock Works
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 7: In My Dreams My Cock Works - 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
‘If there are questions you don’t ask, that I think you should know about, then I’ll tell you about them too. I can’t guarantee that you’ll have a long and happy life together, nor can I stop you making mistakes as you go along, that’s how life works. But there’s a very true saying, ‘Forewarned is forearmed.’
‘The meal arrived then, so we sat at the table eating. Knowing we were having a question-and-answer session after our meal, no one said much, just enjoyed the food and wine. We finished eating, then Gordon and Alison cleared away, whilst I made us all a coffee.’
‘We returned to our comfortable seats, and I said, ‘Ok, fire away.’ ‘How long have you lived here, Alvin?’ Alison asked. ‘Three years,’ I told her. ‘Do you like living alone?’ she asked. ‘I did at first,’ I told her. ‘But I hadn’t realised how lonely I had become because of it, until Gordon started spending weekends here.’
‘How long were you married?’ Alison asked. ‘Three years,’ I told her. ‘We were happy, or so I thought. Then one day I came home to find a note saying she had left me. I was so upset. Even more so, when I read her reasons.’
‘Can you tell us what they were?’ Alison asked. I nodded. ‘She told me that I was completely inconsiderate about her feelings, and absolutely useless in bed. I was appalled. Then when I read what she said about when I was inconsiderate, I could see she was right.’
‘I had only ever thought about how I felt about anything we did, and as she went along with me, I just assumed everything was ok, I never thought to ask her about how she felt about anything. And I suppose if there were any signs that all was not well, I must have ignored them.’
‘So, you two, when you get married, make sure you talk to each other about everything you do, or plan to do, and that all decisions you make are made jointly. If you are ever unhappy with something the other one has said or done, don’t keep it to yourself, tell them.’
‘If you’re told your partner doesn’t like something you’ve done or said, don’t fly off the handle, listen carefully and think about it critically. Always remember that you are unlikely to both want to do the same thing all the time. To stay together and stay happy, you need to be able to discuss any differences.’
‘A satisfactory solution will require one or both of you to compromise on many occasions. If you do, never think of it as losing a fight, but as a victory for happiness. You should both be willing to concede something for no other reason than how much you love your partner.’
‘Erm, about bed,’ Alison said looking a little embarrassed. ‘I’ve since discovered that like many men,’ I told her, ‘I thought of sex as something for me to enjoy, and if I enjoyed it, she must have done so too. Again, it never occurred to me to ask, or to even think that I might not be a perfect lover.’
‘After all, it’s a very basic instinct and any fool can do it. I didn’t have the slightest idea there were so many refinements. ‘Do you know what a climax or orgasm is?’ I asked her. When she said ‘Yes, I think so.’ I said, ‘Well I just had sex with Vicky, so for ages she didn’t get a climax at all, and neither of us were any the wiser.’
‘But she evidently felt that something was missing. It wasn’t until the novelty of regular sex wore off a bit and I must have slowed down without realising it, that she occasionally had a climax. But I had no idea she had, even though I’d noticed she seemed happier on occasions, it never crossed my mind to question why.’
‘I was only interested in the pleasure that I felt. I hope that the two of you never ever have sex.’ As Alison looked surprised, I continued, ‘I want you to spend your whole life together making love with each other and enjoying it to the full.’
‘If you do it right, every time Gordon makes love to you, you will enjoy a climax.’ I told Alison smiling at her. ‘So, you will experience a similar feeling to the one he gets when he fires his sperm. But it’s not just the firing and the climax alone that matters. Making love is when two people want their partner to have at least as good a time in bed as they do, or even better.’
‘Everything should be shared. Enjoying the lead up equally is just as important as the sex.’ I have given Gordon all the knowledge that I didn’t have at your age. So, there is no reason why you shouldn’t enjoy your time in bed together, both on your very special first time and for ever afterwards.’
‘Success or failure in marriage has nothing to do with your age. It depends on you having all the necessary knowledge and above all, wanting to put it into practice together as a team. If I had known what I know now, I’d probably still be married.’
‘Is there no chance you could get back together?’ Alison asked. ‘No,’ I told her. ‘The last I heard, Vicky was happily married and had a child.’ ‘Would you ever marry again?’ Alison asked. ‘Yes, I’d love to if I met the right person.’ I told her. ‘But I think being on my own, I had shut myself off from meeting people.’
‘Now Gordon has shown me how important company is, I’m already thinking of changing from here to a two bedroomed shared flat after you’re married, so at least I’d have some day-to-day company. Alison nodded, she could understand that as she had never liked going out on her own.
‘Alvin, did you and Vicky sleep together before you were married?’ Alison asked, amazed that she could ask him such a question. ‘Yes,’ I told her, ‘Soon after we got engaged.’ Before Alison could ask any more, I told her, ‘There’s no set time, it’s when the two of you feel you’re ready. But don’t rush into it, I’m sure you’ll know when it feels right. Actually, you could say you were in bed with Gordon right now.’
‘As Alison looked confused, Gordon told her, look over the end of the settee. When she did and saw the pillow and sleeping bag, he told her, ‘This is my bed when I stop over, so were sharing it at this moment. They both smiled at each other, and I knew that would be what they would be dreaming about that night.’
‘Your first time should be very, very, special.’ I told them. ‘You should be able to be together in comfort and feel relaxed. At Alisons home, you would be worried about her parents coming in unexpectedly. Gordons uncles house may well be empty, but no one ever seems to know when he is coming back, so you’d always have the worry that he would turn up at the wrong moment.’
‘So just remember that when the time comes, if you tell me, I will go out for the day on either a Saturday or a Sunday and you can use this flat and my bedroom for the day. I won’t return until either an agreed time, or when you text me to say I can come back. Then you’ll know that you won’t be disturbed.’
‘Alison and Gordon looked at each other and beamed. ‘That’s very good of you.’ Alison told me. ‘Without Gordon, I could have gone on being lonely for years, perhaps even for the rest of my life.’ I told her, ‘It’s a very small way of saying thank you.’
‘As I saw them out, Gordon was going to walk Alison home, Alison thanked me for inviting her and for being so frank with her. She gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was the first kiss I’d had from a woman since Vicky left me.’
‘It was nearly midnight before Gordon returned. In response to my enquiry, Gordon said, ‘Wait until we’re in bed and I’ll tell you then.’ We stripped off and got into bed. Being so late I left the duvet on. After a naked hug and a quick play with our erect cocks, I lay on my back.’
‘Gordon put his head on my shoulder, and as he held my cock, he told me, ‘As I walked Alison home, arm in arm, she told me I was so lucky to have a friend like you. She also said how wonderful you were to be prepared to tell us what had happened to you.’
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