Chapter 1: Tim Faces Judgement

“Tim,” he said, “Look at my hand.” When Tim looked down, Lewis said, “Imagine that someone you knew well like Steven had just rung you and asked you to tell him exactly what was happening to your cock at this moment.”

“Tell me what your answer would be in as much detail as you can.” Tim paused for a few seconds, then said, “Hi Steven, I’m lying on the settee at home, I’m naked and my friend Lewis is holding my erect cock. It feels really lovely, and I’m very worked up. I’m getting some lovely urges.”

“Well done, Tim, sit up please.” When Tim sat up, Lewis put his arms round him to hold him close. Tim leant against him, wrapping his arms around him too. “Tim, you have just described, out loud, what has just happened to you without it embarrassing you at all. What you have described has actually just happened making you happy, relaxed and excited, but not embarrassed. Is that correct?” “Yes,” Tim said nodding, “it’s amazing but perfectly true.”

“There was another very important word you used in what you just said too, it’s in the line ‘and my friend Lewis’ Which do you think is the important word there?” Tim thought for just a second then answered, “Friend.” “Exactly,” Lewis said.

“Now, If I was to carry on massaging you like I have been doing, what do you think would be likely to happen?” Tim grinned, “There’s no doubt,” he said, “I’d be having the best shoot I’ve ever had.” “What? even better than when Steven did it?” Lewis asked with a big grin. “Even better,” Tim said, “There’s no doubt, even better.”

“So, tell me,” Lewis said, “Is that an experience you’d like to have?” Tim looked at him, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes I would.” “Well, who knows what might happen later,” Lewis told him with a smile. “Stand up for a moment.”

Lewis took the end cushion up, sat in its place, put the cushion on his lap and instructed Tim to lie down with his head on the arm. Lewis looked down at him. “Now Tim, think back on everything you’ve told me today and all your body parts that I’ve held or seen. Think how happy you feel at this moment too.”

“So, let’s try and have you happy like that ever after. Tell me what your problem is, or at least give me some clues.” Tim looked sad, “I feel I can,” he said, “But I like you Lewis, I feel as if I’ve known you for ever, I don’t want to lose your friendship the same day I found it.”

Lewis said, “You have told me it has nothing to do with work or this flat. Have you killed someone, raped someone, seriously injured someone, mugged an old lady or been abominably cruel to an animal?” “Certainly not!” Tim said quite indignantly. Lewis smiled at him, “Then I promise you that whatever it is that you have done, I will help you sort it, and I will still be your friend for as long as you want me to.”

Tim sat up and held him tight, then put his head up, giving him a kiss on the lips. Lewis kissed him back, then broke off saying, “There’ll be an even better one after you’ve told me.”

Tim lay back with a big sigh, he was still clearly struggling with it. Lewis asked, “What sort of building is the problem associated with?” Tim told him it was a shop. “Big or small,” Lewis asked. “A small corner shop,” Tim replied. “So, was it something they did to you, or you did to them?” There was a long pause before Tim said quietly, “Something I did to them.”

Lewis smiled at him, “Based on what you nearly let slip earlier, I think I have a good idea what it is, but I think it’s important that you to tell me yourself.” He sat Tim up, held him tight, then sat patiently, saying nothing and just holding him close. They sat in silence for a while, then Tim said in a quiet voice, “I stole something from the shop, I’m a thief.” Lewis kept hold of him and kissed his head. “There, that wasn’t too hard in the end, was it.”

Tim looked at him saying, “If you want to leave, I quite understand.” “Why would I want to leave?” Lewis asked. “You won’t want to be friends with a thief,” Tim said. Lewis smiled at him, “I’m not friends with a thief, I’m friends with a lad called Tim who I met today and liked. A friend doesn’t have to be someone who agrees with everything you say or do. He is also someone who will tell you what he thinks if you’ve done something wrong. Also, a friend is not necessarily perfect himself and wouldn’t expect you to be perfect.”

“Tell me what sort of things you stole, how many times did it happen and what would you estimate the total value of what you stole.” Tim looked ashamed as he answered, “It was a multi charging gadget for mobile phones and other things, it only happened once, and it was fifteen pounds.”

“So why did you steal it rather than buy it?” Lewis asked sounding puzzled, “You have a good job, you’ve been working for a while so are you in some sort of financial difficulties?”

Tim shook his head, “I’ve been asking myself that over and over again, I saw it, picked it up intending to buy it, then just put it in my pocket and left without paying for it. I’ve never done anything like it before and I had three hundred pounds in my bank at the time.”

“So why didn’t you just post it back through the shop letter box or put the fifteen pounds in an envelope and post that through the letterbox?” Lewis enquired. “I did think of doing that,” Tim admitted, “But I thought I might get caught posting it and even if I didn’t, I would still be panicking every time the doorbell rang.”

“Ok,” Lewis said, “Now we are getting somewhere. Am I right in thinking your mind will only be put at rest if you personally could hand it back to the shop keeper, apologise and offer to make it up to him?” Tim nodded. “Then I will go and have a word with him and see what I can do,” Lewis said. Tim looked really happy, “Would you really?” he said, “That would be such a relief.” Lewis hugged him saying, “We’ll sort that out in a moment, now you’ve got it off your chest, you deserve a nice reward, lie down again.”

Tim lay back, his face looking so relaxed, as was his body. His cock had by now returned to its normal size, lying limp with its tip hidden in its foreskin. Lewis started massaging Tim’s head with one hand and slid his other hand down his front, ran his fingers through his hairs, stroked his cock and then played with his balls. His cock remembering how nice it had felt earlier, soon started to grow. As it did, Lewis took hold of it, stroking it gently as it stiffened up. Then the tip came out of hiding as Tim’s cock swelled to fill his hand.

Tim lay with his eyes shut, a big happy beam on his face. Lewis started stroking the now flexing cock, allowing it to leap about. Then taking hold of it between his thumb and forefingers, he started sliding his hand up and down. Tim’s cock seemed to go even harder in his hand as the beam on his face got even bigger.

Lewis leant down and gave Tim a kiss as his hand moved faster. Tim held him and returned his kiss. Breaking away, Lewis sat up again, increasing his speed once more. Lewis watched Tim’s face as all the different expressions of pleasure flitted across it. Tim’s hands where down by his side, clenching and unclenching.

Moving even faster, Lewis felt Tim’s cock flexing happily in his hand. He kept his speed steady for a while then he saw Tim’s body tense up, followed by the feeling of Tim’s cock swelling in his hand. Going even faster now, he watched as a great jet of cum suddenly shot out of Tim’s cock, made a big arch through the air and landed at the very top of his chest. As Lewis watched the cum first come into view, he heard Tim cry out with such a lovely cry of happiness and ecstasy.