Chapter 8: Preparing to Uncover Tim’s Secret

Once they were inside, Tim showed him round, there was a small bedroom with a single bed, a bathroom with toilet and shower, a kitchen and a small lounge with a tv and a settee.

Tim told him to sit on the settee then went to make them both a coffee.

Whilst they sat on the settee and drank their coffee, Lewis said, “I don’t expect you to tell me your problem right away, but the fact that we are here is half the solution. No problem can be solved until two things happen. The person with the problem has to admit to himself that there is a problem. The second is to share the problem with someone who can help. But no one can help you unless you find the courage to tell them what you need help with.”

“Now,” Lewis continued, “Problems have a nasty habit of growing in your mind out of all proportion to what they are. You feel more and more embarrassed or troubled the more you think about them and so it becomes harder and harder to open up the longer time goes on. When we’ve finished our drink, I’ll tell you what I want you to do. In the meantime, give me some of your family history.” Lews nodded at him encouragingly.

Tim told him he was nineteen, his dad had died many years ago. He had lived at home with his mum until she went into a nursing home the previous year, then he had moved in here. “Do you have any other relatives?” Lewis asked. “I’m an only child,” Tim told him, “I have some aunts and uncles, but they all live down south.”

“So apart from people at work, who are your local friends?” Lewis asked. “I don’t really have anyone I’d call a friend,” Tim answered, “There are a few people I know to say hello to, but I don’t socialise with them.”

“How would you feel about having a friend who was a few years younger than you?” Lewis asked. “Just to have a proper friend would be wonderful,” Tim said. “Good,” Lewis told him, “As of now, consider us friends.” Tim face lit up, “Thank you Lewis,” he said, “I’d like that.”

“Now, as friends,” Lewis said, “We help each other in times of trouble and that’s what I want to do now. Tell me what effect your problem has had on you.” Tim looked as if he was about to cry. “I haven’t been able to sleep properly,” he answered, “I’m worried about my job and keeping the flat and about going to...,” he broke off, “It’s been terrible,” he admitted.

“Right then let us sort it out,” Lewis told him, “Just one thing, I said we were friends because I have taken a liking to you, and you have done nothing bad to me. So, whatever you have done, will not make any difference to that, understood?” Tim nodded then tears started pouring down his face. Lewis moved up closer, put his arms around him and held him whilst his shoulders shook.

Eventually the tears stopped, and Tim said, “I’m sorry about that, I couldn’t hold it back with you being so nice.” “Don’t worry about it,” Lewis said, “That’s what friends are for. Now, let us see what we can do between us. Stand up.”

Lewis took a cushion and put it at the end of the settee. “Take your pullover off and your shoes then lie down on your back,” Lewis instructed. “Then I’ll tell you the plan.” Tim kicked his shoes off, took his pullover off and lay down in trousers and t shirt. Lewis sat on the edge of the settee by his waist.

“In a minute,” he told him, “I’m going to ask you to turn over. Then I’m going to put my hands on your head and relax you all the way down to your feet. As I relax you, I’m going to ask you some very personal questions. I need you to be able to tell me a lot of your feelings and dreams to get you so relaxed with me that you will feel able to tell me the big problem.”

“If you want to stop at any time, just say so, but if you can’t co-operate, there’s nothing I can do, so a solution is entirely in your hands. Do you understand that?” Tim nodded, “Yes,” he said in a whisper.

“Ok,” Lewis said, “Turn over.” Tim turned onto his front, made himself comfortable then lay still. Lewis rested his hands on the back of his head then started massaging. He moved on down to his t shirt and massaged his back. As he moved down Lewis asked, “You mentioned a concern about losing your job, does the problem you are suffering with have anything to do with work or the people you work with?” “No,” came the reply. “Good,” that eliminates a lot,” Lewis said. He massaged over Tim’s cheeks over his trousers and down the backs of his legs.

Reaching his feet and starting back up, Lewis asked, “Does the problem have anything to do with this flat or the landlord?” “No,” came the answer as Lewis returned to his cheeks. Moving back up his back, Lewis asked, “Are you a virgin?” There was a pause then Tim whispered, “Yes.” “There’s no problem with that,” Lewis told him, “I have a pal who is twenty-two and he’s only just lost it.”

Reaching his head, he massaged the back, then told him to turn over. Once settled, Lewis smiled at him saying, “See you’re telling me lots of things about yourself already and it’s not that difficult, is it?” Tim smiled back and shook his head. As he moved down over his chest, Lewis said, “You won’t believe this just yet, but when we’ve solved your problem together, you’ll look back at it and think, why on earth did I let that bother me so much.”

Moving onto his trousers, Lewis massaged his hips and down his thighs, letting his hands just glance against his cock as he moved on down to his feet. “Thinking of a scale of one to ten,” Lewis said, “And assuming when you first lay down your relaxing score was only one, where would you put it now?” Tim thought for a second or two then said, “Six,” surprising himself as he said it. “Good,” Lewis said, “That’s excellent progress.” As he asked, his hands ran up Tim’s legs then as Tim was answering, they went up his thighs, and over his hips.

After running his hand quickly up the middle over his cock, he carried on up his chest. Then massaging his temples, he said, “So what is the score now?” “Eight,” Tim said. “Great,” Lewis told him. “Now, I want to do the same massage back and front with some more questions. This time I want you to do it with your T shirt off. But I don’t want you to take it off. If you agree, I’m going to undo your trousers to take the pressure off your waist, then get you to sit up whilst I take your t shirt off, then you can lie down and turn over onto your front. Do you feel able to do all that?”

“Yes,” came Tim’s immediate reply, he was already feeling so at ease with Lewis, and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Plus, he didn’t know why Lewis had been invited to the factory, but he was obviously someone special for John to invite him for lunch.

Lewis undid Tim’s belt, his top button and then slid his zip right down. “Sit up,” he said, then he slid Tim’s T shirt up off over his head. “Now lie down and turn over,” Lewis said. Once he was settled, Lewis massaged the back of his head then down onto his bare shoulders. Tim was about five foot nine with shoulders not exceptionally broad, but broader than his hips which gave him a good shape. His waist was slim. Going on down his back and including his spine, Lewis asked, “Why do you think you are still a virgin?”

There was silence as Lewis finished his back and reached the top of his trousers. As Lewis slid his hand inside Tim’s trousers but over his shorts and massaged his cheeks, Tim answered, “I guess it’s because I’ve never had the opportunity to lose it.” Then he continued, “Also probably because I’m a bit of a loner and I’m always shy with strangers, especially girls.” Lewis finished his cheeks and came out to go down the back of his trouser legs.

Starting up from his feet he asked, “How often do you dream about what your first sex will be like?” Reaching his cheeks, Lewis moved up to Tim’s waist and went inside his trousers again. As he massaged his cheeks through his shorts, Tim told him, “Two or three times a week.” “And do you always fire yourself at the end of your dream?” Lewis asked as he moved up his bare back. Another pause then a whispered, “Yes.” Lewis moved up to his shoulders and onto his head. “Give me your score and then turn over,” he said.

Tim didn’t hesitate, “Ten,” he said then turned over. Lewis smiled at him, “You’re doing really well,” he said, “Could you ever have imagined you would tell anyone any of these things, let alone someone you only met this morning?” Tim shook his head, “I’m amazed,” he said, “But it doesn’t seem a problem somehow.” “That’s really good,” Lewis told him, “I’m more and more certain that we’re going to succeed between us.”