The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 2: Down Onto My Cock
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 2: Down Onto My Cock - 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
As Cliffs hands moved down onto the bare skin of his thighs, he sighed. ‘I could happily lie here all night.’ he said. ‘Your cheeks deserve some pleasure after your suffering, don’t they?’ Cliff said. ‘Yes.’ Peter admitted, wondering just how much Cliff had guessed and if he had, how he could possibly know.
‘She’s not very strong,’ Peter continued. ‘Although with her rage behind her fists, a hit can hurt. I can often deflect her fist, or step back so it loses its power before it lands on me. But sometimes they land at full power and I’m sore for twenty-four hours and end up with bruises.’
‘It’s a great credit to you that you risk getting hurt to check she’s alright.’ Cliff told him as he reached his feet. ‘She’s the only family I’ve got.’ Peter said simply. As he started back up, Cliff said, ‘When I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of the back of your shorts and pause.’
‘Call out ‘Pass’ and I’ll let go and carry on up your back. But if you stay silent and say nothing, I’ll lift the back and put one hand inside. Then I’ll massage each cheek in turn, directly on your skin. After that I’ll carry on back up to your head.’
As he moved up the back of his thighs, Cliff asked, ‘How often does your mum have to go into hospital as an inpatient?’ ‘Around twice a year,’ Peter answered, usually after a bout of severe depression or anger. But she goes in regularly as a day patient too.
That often turns into an overnight stay whilst they balance her medication.’ Then as Cliffs hands massaged over his shorts, he remained silent, enjoying it to the full. He was also anticipating what was coming next. As Cliff reached his waist, Peters feeling of excitement grew.
He felt a hand take hold of the waistband of his shorts, and as Cliff held it still, Peters heart was thudding away in excited anticipation. He remained silent, then he felt the back of his shorts lifting up. After a couple of seconds, Cliffs other hand slid down onto one cheek.
Peter couldn’t help remembering the agony he had suffered the last time someone else’s hands, and other parts, had touched him there. But then the memory was wiped out as Cliff started massaging very slowly and gently.
Peter cried out happily. Then when Cliff slid his hand over to the other cheek and did the same, he screamed out, ‘I’ve never felt anything so lovely.’ As he finished massaging, Cliff put his index finger at the bottom of his crack and started sliding it up.
‘Stop, stop!’ Peter screamed in distress. Cliff lifted his finger clear, pulled his hand out and lowered the shorts down. ‘Turn over and sit up.’ he instructed. As Peter sat up looking so distressed, Cliff opened his arms and pulled him close.
As he rested his head on his shoulder, Cliff felt him shaking and stroked his back. ‘I’m so sorry,’ Cliff told him, ‘I should have realised that might upset you. But look on the bright side, your reaction confirms what I suspected happened to you.’
‘That means that when you come to tell me about it in your own words, it won’t feel so hard to do, because you’ll know that I already know what you suffered. ‘Stay where you are as long as you want. Then when you’re ready, if you can cope with it, I’ll repeat the massage on your cheeks inside your shorts.’
‘When I’ve finished massaging and it’s time to take my hand out, I’ll ask you to decide then if you can cope with my finger sliding up your crack or not. Don’t agree to it if it will bother you again. How do you feel at this moment?’ Cliff asked. ‘Very happy now,’ Peter answered, ‘It’s lovely to be hugged.’
‘When did you have your last hug?’ Cliff asked. ‘Three months ago,’ he replied without thinking. ‘From Wesley, for comfort?’ Cliff asked, Peter having told him that his last hug from his mum had been a year ago. ‘Yes.’ Peter admitted, as he realised that he had unintentionally given another very private thing away.
‘Nothing wrong with friends having a hug,’ Cliff told him, ‘Especially in moments of distress, but I’ll bet you never expected to tell anyone else about it ever. Yet you’ve just felt able to tell me. That says you’re feeling safe and relaxed with me and that you trust me.’
‘We’re definitely going to succeed and solve your problem.’ Peter was clearly reluctant to let go, so Cliff just held him and waited. When Peter moved, he said, ‘Thank you, that was lovely.’ He lay down and turned over. Cliff lifted his shorts and reached in. He massaged both cheeks.’
After a slow massage over both cheeks accompanied by happy noises from Peter, he asked, ‘Can I finish off with my finger?’ ‘Yes.’ came the prompt reply, ‘I think last time just caught me unawares, I know you’re not going to do anything to hurt me.’
Cliff gave the cheek he was on one more massage, then placed his finger as deep in Peters crack as he could gently manage. Peter was completely relaxed, so he was able to go even further down. Then as he drew it up slowly, Peter cried out happily at the sensation it gave him.
As Cliff lowered his shorts back down and massaged on up his back, Peter told him the whole thing had felt lovely. ‘Tell me about your hugs with Wesley,’ Cliff asked, ‘How often would you say you had one.’ ‘Three or four times a year in each flat,’ I suppose, Peter told him, ‘Usually alternating one after the other.’
‘Imagine you had just gone to Wesley’s for comfort after your mum had had one of her episodes,’ Cliff told him, ‘Describe to me how it would come about, and what would happen when you arrived.’ ‘I’d just go round to his and knock.’ Peter said.
‘Just pause there for a moment and turn over,’ Cliff said, as he reached his head and took his hands away. Peter turned onto his back and settled in place looking and feeling very relaxed. As Cliff massaged the front of his head, he told him to carry on.
‘He’d realise why I was there the moment he saw me.’ Peter continued, ‘He’d invite me in and take me up to his bedroom. He’d shout out, ‘It’s just Peter, mum,’ as we went up. She never bothered or disturbed us. In his bedroom he would lock the door just to make sure.’
‘But over the years, his mum never came up to us. As soon as he turned from the door, he would take me in his arms and just hold me. We shared the same experiences, so neither of us needed to speak. As I had come to him, he would stroke the back of my head and my back whilst I unwound.’
As Cliffs hands reached the top of the front of his shorts, Peter stopped speaking and watched excitedly as his hands moved down over the front. As the massage passed over his cock, he cried out at the lovely feeling it gave him.
Over his trousers earlier had been lovely, now with just his thin shorts between Cliffs hands and his cock, it felt ten times better. As Cliffs hands moved on down his legs, Peter continued, ‘After we had stood together for a while, we’d take our shoes off and go and lie flat on his bed.’
‘He’d put an arm out, and I’d turn on my side and put my head on his shoulder. Then he’d put his arm around me. We’d often just lie there in silence for an hour or more. If he had come round to me, then I would have done to him, the same as he did to me.’
‘It worked well for both of us. After a while, we’d sit up and chat about all sorts of things. ‘Except parents,’ he added with a grin. Then he’d see me out and I’d go back home, always feeling better and able to cope once more. Until the next time, that is.’
As Cliffs hands moved back up his thighs, Peter was looking forward to that lovely sensation once more. But as Peters hands moved up onto his shorts this time, his lovely feeling returned with a vengeance. This time it was so nice, his cock started to go hard, something it didn’t do very often.
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