The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 1: She Lashes Out At Anything
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 1: She Lashes Out At Anything - 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
The boy who had just walked into the video hire shop looking scared to death, was around five feet nine inches in height and of average build. At first glance he looked trim, but not over strong. Mike caught his eye. Having met him earlier in the week, Mike waved him over.
As soon as he’d finished serving, he said, ‘Hi Peter.’ Then he shook his hand, ‘I’m glad you decided to come, I’m sure you’ll go away happy. This is Cliff.’ he said introducing them. They shook hands and Mike told Cliff to take him through.
In the back room, Cliff smiled at him and told him to sit down. ‘It’s nice to meet you,’ Cliff told him. ‘I’m glad you felt able to come, because taking that first step is always the hardest thing to do.’ Cliff had put the kettle on whilst he was speaking.
‘We’re going to have a coffee first,’ Cliff told him, ‘Then Mike will close the shop at five and go home. After that, there’ll be just the two of us here. No one else can hear anything you tell me and I promise you that nothing you tell me will ever be repeated to anyone else without your express permission.’
‘And that even includes Mike.’ he added. Moments later Mike came in, picked up his coat and got ready to leave. ‘You’re in good hands, Peter,’ he told him, ‘Make the most of the opportunity, you might not get another chance as good as this.’
‘I’ll just see him out,’ Cliff said. In the shop they had a hug and Cliff commented, ‘He does look scared, doesn’t he. But then I am too.’ ‘It doesn’t show,’ Mike told him with a smile. And that’s not fear anyway, that’s just nerves because it’s your first time.’
‘Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll be fine, and each one will get easier.’ It hadn’t occurred to Cliff that there might be more to follow. He decided to push that idea out of his mind for now until he discovered how well he got on with sorting Peter out.
As Cliff closed the door behind him, he put his key in the lock like Lewis had done with him. He called Peter into the shop and showed him the door with his key in it. ‘No one can open the door from outside whilst my key is in the lock,’ he explained, ‘So no one can come in without us knowing and hear what we we’re talking about or disturb us.’
‘But if you want to leave, which you can do anytime you want to, just walk out, turn the key, open the door and walk away. I hope you won’t, because that won’t solve your problem, but just know that you can.’ Peter managed a smile, ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘I hope I won’t either.’
Peter had come knowing Cliff was younger than him and small, but at first sight he looked so young that the idea of talking to him about what was worrying him seemed impossible. But seeing how assured he was and everything he had said so far, he was already feeling easier about the idea.
They returned to the back room and sat back at the table to finish their coffees. As they sipped, Cliff told him, ‘I feel sure that when you first saw me, you probably thought to yourself, ‘I can’t possibly tell someone so young about what happened.’
Peter went very red, confirming he had. Cliff pretended not to notice. ‘But I can assure you, I’ve probably dealt with things just as bad, or even worse than what happened to you.’ ‘Well, that’s true, I did,’ Cliff told himself, ‘But as a victim, not in the way Peter is thinking.’
‘But to you of course it’s all new, and I’m sure that as well as what you’ve suffered, you’re feeling terribly embarrassed at the idea of actually telling anyone what happened.’ Peters surprised glance confirmed that. ‘So, I’m not going to ask you what happened right away.’ Cliff told him.
‘First of all, I’m going to ask you all about yourself and everything around you. That will enable me to help you even better. It will also get you used to telling me things about yourself. Also, I’m sure you feel very tense just being here.’
‘To help even more, because I know from experience that you will need to be very much relaxed and at ease with me before you will feel able to tell me all about it, I’m going to get you relaxed first. I’ll do that by asking you to lie down on the settee, whilst I massage your back.’
‘I’ll massage from your head to your feet and back again whilst I ask you all about yourself, your home, your life, even your hopes and dreams. And because your problem involves sex, we’ll talk about that a little later too.’ ‘How did?... ‘ Peter started to say, then went red again realising what he had let slip.
‘An educated guess,’ Cliff told him, ‘You probably have lots of friends and family you could have talked to instead of me if it didn’t. If you’re feeling too ashamed or embarrassed about what happened to do that, then ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the problem will involve sex.’
‘But let’s forget that for the moment. Whilst I deal with the cups, you go over to the settee, take your shoes off and lie down. Cliff rinsed the cups and turned round to find Peter in place. Cliff sat at his side on the edge of the settee.
‘When you turn over,’ Cliff told him, ‘I’ll massage the back of your head. I won’t move off your head until you tell me I can, by calling out ‘Go.’ ‘Remember you can get up and walk out anytime you want to. Turn over when you feel ready.’
Peter still felt very nervous, but he knew he was already feeling more at ease with Cliff. Although the idea of being massaged seemed strange, he decided he might as well give it a try. He turned over. When he felt Cliff’s hands rest on the back of his head, he froze.
Then as the massage started and felt so gentle and nice, he started to relax. ‘Perhaps this isn’t going to be so bad after all.’ he thought to himself. He lay there enjoying feeling more at ease than he had felt for a while. Then he remembered and called out, ‘Go.’
As Cliff massaged his shoulders, he told him, ‘All I know about you so far is that your name is Peter and you have a problem. Can you tell me about where you live, and who lives there with you. As he moved down his back, Peter told him, I live with my mum in a two-bedroom flat.’
‘It’s about a half hours walk from here. It’s in a block of ten similar flats on two floors. We’re on the first floor. My dad abandoned us when I was a baby, so I’ve always lived with just my mum.’ ‘How do you get on with your mum?’ Cliff asked as he massaged up onto Peters cheeks.’
‘Ok most of the time,’ Peter answered, then he froze in panic as he felt Cliffs hands move up over his cheeks. Cliff felt him go tense, but as he didn’t speak, he continued massaging. Peters tension faded as the strange sensation of someone massaging so gently over his bum sank in and he realised how lovely it felt.
‘Once he felt relaxed again, Cliff moved on down his legs. ‘Are you ok?’ Cliff asked. ‘Yes, I’m fine, I’m more used to getting knocked about, and no one’s ever touched me so gently before, your massage feels lovely. And even on my bum felt lovely, after the initial shock.’
As Cliff moved on down the back of his legs he reminded him about the question. ‘Oh yes, sorry.’ Peter continued, ‘Mum has a few problems and can get either very depressed or very angry at times.’ ‘How often does she hit you?’ Cliff asked.
‘Not very often, Peter said, and now I’m older and bigger it’s not as painful as it was when I was little. But it only happens if she forgets to take her tablets, but that’s quite rare.’ ‘Is that any part of your problem?’ Cliff asked him as started back up from his feet.
‘No, not really.’ he answered. ‘It’s nothing mum does.’ ‘Ok, we’ll leave that for now,’. ‘Am I right in thinking that at the moment you’re more used to feeling pain around your bum than pleasure?’ Cliff asked. ‘Yes,’ he answered sadly, then asked, ‘How did you guess?’
‘Each time you sat down for your coffee, I saw your wince,’ Cliff told him. As he massaged back over his cheeks. This time Peter remained relaxed and stayed quiet. This time he enjoyed it even more. ‘Don’t worry, I only noticed it because I was looking out for it.’ Cliff told him.
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