The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 3: Mr Would Be a Bit Formal
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 3: Mr Would Be a Bit Formal - 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
‘I will get up behind you like I did last time. I’ll slide my cock into Sandra so she can experience the feeling of being entered from the back. Once I’m in, I’ll pull back and thrust in once. Then I’ll back out, get up and return next door. Are we all ok about doing that?’
‘Yes.’ came from Sandra and Kurt almost in unison. Alvin left the room, just pulling the door partway closed on his way out. In the next bedroom, he stripped his shorts and T Shirt off and lay on the bed naked, waiting. In the other room Sandra and Kurt had stripped off too.
They lay in each other’s arms as Kurt put his finger in her vagina and gave her a lovely orgasm. She couldn’t stop herself crying out as it hit her. Alvin heard it in the next room and smiled to himself. A few minutes later he heard Kurt call out, ‘Ready.’
Alvins cock had gone hard as soon as he had heard Sandra’s excited cry. He walked into the bedroom, his cock sticking out in front of him. On the bed facing him was Sandra’s bare bum with her vagina, surrounded by hairs, visible underneath it.
All he could see of Kurt was the top of his head. As he got up on the bed his cock was throbbing in excitement. He moved up close and lifted his cock up so that it lay along Sandra’s crack. Putting a hand on each of her hips he asked, ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes.’ Sandra replied, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. Alvin eased his hips back so his cock could drop down, then as he moved forward, he guided his tip to touch her opening. He paused for a moment, then slid in very slowly.
Sandra let out a howl of delight as it slid in deeper and deeper. Once he was as far in as he could get, he asked her, ‘Does it feel ok, doing it this way?’ ‘Oh yes,’ Sandra answered, ‘It feels lovely.’ Alvin eased part way out and thrust back in once.
As Sandra’s cry of ecstasy died away, Alvin slid out slowly. He got off the bed and went and stood by the door, facing the bed. ‘I’m standing at the door looking at you,’ he called out. ‘My cock is still hard. I’ll stay here for one minute.’
‘Sandra, if you feel able to get up off the bed and stand facing me, once you are stood up, I’ll look at you for one second, then turn and leave. But don’t worry if it’s too soon for you to do that. After the minute is up, I’ll leave anyway.’
Alvin counted thirty seconds then Sandra moved. She lifted her head, then backed to the bottom of the bed. Standing up with her back to Alvin, she turned round to face him. In the second before he turned and left, she had a quick glimpse of the cock that had just been inside her.
Alvin saw a glimpse of her naked front, including her flat chest. ‘Call me when you’re dressed,’ he said as he turned and went out. Going back in a few minutes later after their call, all now in T shirt and shorts, they had a three-way hug.
As he stepped back, Alvin smiled at Sandra. ‘I feel privileged that you showed yourself to me,’ he told her, ‘And Kurt was right, you are beautiful. Now, what we just did will help us all a lot, but no matter how at ease we get with each other, I still think that the first month we try it, it should be in the position we have just rehearsed.’
‘We’re happy to follow your directions,’ Sandra told him. Are we going to have another rehearsal?’ she asked. ‘How about two weeks tonight?’ Alvin said, ‘You might have some news on your temperatures by then.’ That was agreed, and after hugs and kisses during which Alvin caressed Sandra’s chest for longer, he returned to his flat.
On Wednesday lunchtime Alvin was in the canteen at the supermarket where he worked. Halfway through his lunch a young lad carrying a tray came over. ‘I’m sorry to disturb you,’ he said, ‘But would you be Alvin?’ When he agreed he was, the young man put his tray down on the table, shook his hand looking nervous, and introduced himself as Ian.
‘I saw your advert on the noticeboard,’ Ian told him. ‘Do you mind if I join you.’ ‘You’re very welcome, please sit down.’ Alvin told him. ‘I’ve never lived away from home before,’ Ian told him, ‘So I don’t know what I’m supposed to tell you.’ He looked at Alvin hopefully.
‘Why don’t you tell me about yourself as you eat your lunch,’ Alvin told him, ‘Then we can take it from there, if we still like each other.’ Ian looked concerned at that. ‘It’s ok,’ Alvin assured him, seeing his concern, ‘That was meant as a joke, you look fine to me.’
Ian looked relieved, had some of his food then asked, ‘Where shall I start?’ ‘How about your age and where you live at the moment?’ Alvin suggested. ‘I’m seventeen,’ Ian said, ‘I’ll be eighteen in six months. I live at home with my mum.’
‘My dad died a year ago and now mum wants to move down south and live with her sister. I could go with her, but I like it around here, I like the people I work with, and I like my job, so I want to stay. Also, I thought it was time I stood on my own two feet.’
‘That sounds very sensible,’ Alvin told him, ‘How long have you been looking?’ ‘Two months,’ he said sounding unhappy. ‘I wanted a flat of my own, but most places won’t consider anyone under eighteen. A flat share was suggested to me as a better possibility, something to do with my age not mattering the same with me being a sub tenant.’
‘I didn’t understand all that,’ he admitted. ‘But I went to see one that I saw advertised. The man who I would have been sharing with didn’t even let me in, and I didn’t take to him from the start. When I told him my age, he just said, ‘No.’ and shut the door in my face.’
‘When I saw your advert on the noticeboard, I wasn’t going to bother. But when I told the boy I work with, who knew about my previous attempt, he said that I should at least come and meet you.’ ‘I’ve been here for two years.’ he told me. ‘I know Alvin is something in the office, and although I’ve never met him, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about him.’
‘So here I am.’ he said. ‘Well thanks for the compliment,’ Alvin said smiling. ‘What do you do here?’ Alvin asked. ‘I just stock shelves,’ Ian told him, ‘I’m not very bright.’ ‘Don’t knock yourself,’ Alvin told him. ‘Without shelf stackers we’d all be out of a job.’
‘How come?’ Ian asked sounding surprised. ‘Well, if there was nothing on the shelves, no customers would come to shop.’ Alvin told him. ‘Then there’d be no money in the tills, so no one could have any wages, the store would close down, and we’d all have to go and find another job. So, you see, your job is vital.’
‘Wow,’ he said, ‘I’d never have thought about it like that.’ He looked very pleased. ‘What do you do with yourself when you’re not at work?’ Alvin asked. ‘I read a lot,’ he said. ‘I listen to music,’ then he quickly added, ‘Through my headphones.’
‘I spend a lot of time in the garden too. I’ll really miss doing that. I like walking and I’m not too bad a cook.’ ‘What about friends?’ Alvin asked. ‘I’m friendly with the people I work with,’ Ian told him, ‘And they are friendly with me, but I wouldn’t really think of them as friends.’
‘I don’t really have any friends.’ he added sadly, ‘I’ve never been a good mixer.’ ‘What about girlfriends?’ Alvin asked. Ian went as red as a beetroot. ‘No, I’ve never had one.’ he said looking very embarrassed. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that,’ Alvin told him, ‘Lots of couples don’t meet until they’re older.’
‘So,’ Alvin asked, ‘On first impressions, do you think you could put up with living with me?’ ‘Yes.’ he said with a lovely smile. ‘Well, I think the same about you,’ Alvin told him, ‘So why don’t you come and have a look at the flat this evening.’
‘Then I can go through all the costs with you and explain what you’d have to do to share looking after it. Then we can decide if we should risk it.’ ‘Thank you,’ Ian said, ‘That would be good, even if you say no, I might learn something about being a tenant.’
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