The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 4: My First Fire Was By My Grandad
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 4: My First Fire Was By My Grandad - 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
‘Now kneel on the bed with your shoulders down on the bed and your bum in the air. She did and Lewis knelt behind her, held her hips and pressed his cock against her. That’s another version of going in from the back.’ he told her.
‘There are many other variations,’ Lewis told her, ‘You could sit in an armchair with your legs up on the arms and your partner kneel in front of you. But generally speaking, whatever your position, if your partners cock will go in your vagina in comfort and you’re both happy with the position, it’s fine.’
‘Stand up now.’ he told her. They had a stand-up naked hug, and then he told her to get dressed. ‘Would you mind if I had a feel of your cock now it’s soft?’ she asked him. ‘Not at all, please go ahead.’ Lewis said smiling at her.
As she squatted down in front of him, he moved his legs apart. She felt all over it and had another feel of his balls. It would have been hard to assess who was enjoying it the most. Standing up she threw her arms around him once more.
‘Thank you so much,’ she told him, and they both got dressed. After another hug and a kiss, they moved over to the table. Lewis made them a coffee, and they sat opposite each other. ‘Now back to your problem,’ he said. ‘Remember you don’t have to accept anything I suggest, and nothing happens without your agreement.’
‘What I would like you to do when you go home, is to take a photo on your phone of each wall in your lounge and send them to me in the next few days. Then at four thirty on Friday, I’ll arrive at your house. When I knock, only let me in if you are alone.’
‘I will bring with me a listening device concealed in something that will not be conspicuous in your lounge. I’ll put it in a suitable place and leave. When Bradley comes home on Friday night, tell him you’ve had an urgent call from a friend, ideally one he knows is an hour or more’s drive away who needs your help in the morning.’
‘On Saturday, you wait until Peter arrives, then tell the two of them to get their own lunch, as you won’t be back until mid-afternoon or even later. Go and amuse yourself and return home about three o’clock. Whilst you’re away, the device will be recording everything that is said in your lounge.’
‘I’ll be at work here, but after I’ve finished at five and Mike has gone home, I’ll sit in here and via an internet link, I’ll listen to what has been said. Then if you come here for six, we can decide what to do. But you should know that I won’t necessarily tell you everything I hear.’
‘The link is secure, so no one but me will know what has been said.’ ‘Yes, go ahead.’ Rosie told him. ‘Even if you don’t tell me what they’re doing, as long as you can assure me it’s nothing like what I’m imagining I’ll be happy.’ ‘By then I’ll try and think up how you can train Bradley in lovemaking without him guessing how you learned it.’ Lewis told her with a grin.
‘They had another hug and a kiss. Rosie thanked him again and left feeling a lot happier.’
MONDAY
At five o’clock Lewis’s phone pinged. There was no message, just four photos of four walls. He looked at them and sent a thumbs up in reply.
FRIDAY at ROSIES
At half past four, Lewis knocked on Rosies door. He was carrying a small carrier bag. She opened the door and her face lit up to see him. She showed him into the lounge. Against one wall was a display cabinet cum bookcase.
Lewis opened his bag and produced a polished wood box with an ornament on top that was similar to some of the ornaments already on display. He put it on a shelf amongst the other ornaments and pointed it at the armchair that Rosie told him Bradley always sat in.
The camera and microphone were minute and would be difficult to spot, even if examined closely. There were no wires, as it was only needed for twenty-four hours. Lewis knew the small battery in the box for the camera would last long enough, as well as the fully charged mobile phone to transmit it all to him.
He signed in on his phone, checked the picture and closed it down again. ‘See you tomorrow evening.’ he told her as she let him out.
SATURDAY VIDEO SHOP
After a busy morning in the shop, Mike and Lewis finally got a rest in the back room to have their lunch. As soon as they had finished, Lewis popped out, telling Mike he was just going to the shops. He went along to the bench seat down the road, plugged his earphone into his phone and signed into his camera in Rosies lounge.
Doing a fast skim he soon reached the point when Rosie was about to leave that morning. He saw a tall thin boy giving her a hug and a kiss which he presumed was Peter. Then Rosie went over and gave an older man a kiss, said, ‘See you later,’ and left. He assumed that was Bradley.
After she had left, Peter and Bradley had a conversation about engineering. Then twenty minutes later, Peter asked, ‘Are we ok now?’ ‘Yes, she’ll be well on her way by now.’ Bradley told him. Peter got up and went over to the armchair.
Sitting on Bradleys knee, they put their arms around each other and hugged. Bradley kissed Peters head. ‘Have you had any success?’ Bradley asked him. ‘No, nothing.’ Peter replied sounding very miserable. ‘Well, don’t forget what I told you,’ Bradley said, ‘You’re still young and still growing, there’s plenty of time yet.’
‘But all the other boys in school seem to have been firing themselves for ages.’ Peter said, evidently very unhappy about it. ‘Can we have another try.’ ‘Ok,’ Bradley said, ‘But I really shouldn’t be doing this with you.’ ‘Please, Grandad.’ Peter pleaded, ‘You’re the only one I can talk to about it and you’re my only hope.’
‘Ok.’ Bradley agreed. Peter stood up, dropped his trousers and his shorts and sat back on his Grandads knee. Lewis could see that his cock was limp, thin and about two thirds of the length of his own cock when soft. Once he was settled, Bradley took hold of Peters cock and played with it.
‘I’ve tried playing with it every night since I was here last week,’ Peter said, ‘It never changed a bit. Even dreaming about the girls in my class like you told me to. My pal George at school has told me several times that when he plays with his, it gets so hard he thinks it’s going to burst.’
‘I told him mine was the same and agreed with him how lovely the feeling is when I fire, but I’ve never got the slightest bit hard or fired.’ he added miserably. ‘I must be odd.’ he said sounding near to tears. ‘No, you are not.’ Bradley told him very firmly, ‘You’re probably just a late developer.’
‘When it happens, your cock will probably grow to the size of an elephants and when you shoot, there’ll be so much of it, you’ll feel like you’re using a hosepipe.’ Peter looked happy at that idea. ‘Go ahead now Grandad, please.’ Peter said with a heavy stress on the please.
Bradley’s hand changed from playing with Peters cock to stroking it, slowly and gently. He might be rough having sex with Rosie, but he was being exceptionally gentle with his grandson. As he stroked, he started describing meeting a girl, courting her and taking her to bed.
When he got to the bit where they were in bed having sex, Lewis realised he was describing his first time with Rosie. As he tried to describe the feeling of his cock sliding in for the first time, Peter was clearly excited about the story, but his cock stayed soft.
At the end of the story, Peter had evidently enjoyed it but was so disappointed that his cock was still soft. Then he squirmed around a bit on his grandad’s knee. ‘Grandad, have you gone hard?’ he asked, sounding excited.
‘Yes.’ Bradley admitted looking embarrassed, ‘That’s the effect stories like that have. I’m sure it’ll happen to you one day too.’ ‘I’ve never seen or even felt a hard cock.’ Peter said sounding even more excited. ‘Grandad, would you let me rest my hand on it?’
‘I don’t think you should do that,’ Bradley told him, ‘We shouldn’t really be doing any of this.’ ‘Please, please, Grandad,’ Peter begged, ‘Trying to help me can’t be wrong.’ Bradley was silent for a few moments. Then he told him, ‘Ok, go ahead if you really want to.’
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