The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 1: Waving It About
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 1: Waving It About - 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
Cliff sat at the table beside him and put an arm around his shoulder. Duncan froze at his touch, then relaxed. Cliff just stayed there quietly until his sobs started to fade. ‘It’s alright, Duncan,’ he told him, ‘You aren’t the first it’s happened to, and you won’t be the last.’
‘Stop here and let me help you and I promise you that I’ll help you get over it and to forget all about it. I’ll also see that whoever attacked you will pay for doing it.’ ‘I could never forget what happened,’ he said, ‘I’ve had nightmares practically every night since.’
‘Well, by taking the first step and coming here tonight, you’re now on the road to getting rid of them for good.’ Cliff told him. His tears had stopped by now, so Cliff pointed to the bathroom. ‘Go and swill your face and freshen up,’ he told him. ‘Then we’ll start sorting you out.’
When he returned looking a lot brighter, Cliff was sitting on the settee, so he came over and joined him. ‘Before we begin,’ Cliff told him, ‘Let me tell you about the pictures. To the best of my knowledge Graham and John shared them between themselves and no one else has ever seen them until I discovered Grahams recently.’
‘If you will help me deal with the culprits, there’s no reason why anyone else should ever see the pictures or even know that they were taken. And once I’ve sorted it all out, they will all be destroyed.’ Duncan started to look happier.
‘Now, although I have a good idea of what happened to you, what I need to do, is to get you feeling relaxed enough with me to tell me in your own words everything that happened to you. How they got you to where it took place, what they said, did and threatened. And what terrible things they did to you.’
‘I can assure you that no matter what they threatened to do, neither of them can harm you now. I also need to know a lot more about you, the person, to be able to give you the best possible help. So, I’m going to ask you to stretch out on the settee shortly.’
‘Then I’ll massage your back, whilst I ask you all about you and your life. Nothing you say in this room will ever be repeated to anyone else ever. The massage will get you relaxed and feeling at ease with me. And remember, you can get up and leave anytime you want to.’
‘Can you tell me what sort of things you have done in the last six months whilst you’ve only been wearing your shorts or something similar?’ ‘I play football like that sometimes,’ Duncan told him. ‘I swim at school in shorts and if I ever go to the beach I’m usually in shorts.’
‘Oh, and when I used to work on the track bed on the railway, I’d often strip down to my shorts on a hot day.’ ‘How do you feel when people see you in your shorts?’ Cliff asked. ‘It doesn’t really bother me, although I am always conscious that I’m not exactly a pin up.’
‘Because of the extra padding you mean?’ Cliff asked. ‘Yes mainly.’ he agreed. ‘Well, look at me,’ Cliff told him, ‘I’d love to have all of your spare padding. Everyone looks at me and thinks I’m about twelve.’ Then seeing the expression on Duncan’s face, he added, ‘Just like you did.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he said looking upset. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Cliff assured him, ‘I’m not offended, I’m used to it.’ ‘I wish I could give it all to you,’ Duncan said, giving his first smile. ‘I’d love to have a fitter looking body.’ ‘Do you know what I saw when I looked at the photo of you?’ Cliff asked.
‘No.’ he said, looking nervous again. ‘I saw that although we are a different size to each other, your body was exactly the same and had all the same dangly bits as mine.’ ‘Oh.’ Duncan said sounding relieved and giving another smile.
He didn’t really know what he had expected, but he didn’t think it would have been that simple. ‘So, Cliff told him, what I’d like you to do before we start, is to strip to your shorts and then lie face down on the settee. If I can massage you directly on your skin, it will feel a lot nicer.’
‘Also, it will relax you much quicker than doing it over your clothes. And remember, as I have already seen you naked, me seeing you in your shorts shouldn’t bother you at all, should it?’ ‘No, I suppose not,’ Duncan replied. ‘Would you like me to leave the room whilst you get undressed?’ Cliff asked.
Duncan opened his mouth intending to say, ‘Yes please.’ Then changed his mind as he thought about what Cliff had said and how much of him that he had already seen. ‘No, that won’t be necessary.’ he told him as he stood up and started to strip off.
‘Put your clothes on the armchair.’ Cliff told him. When Duncan stood in just his shorts, Cliff told him to lie down on his back. Once he was settled, Cliff sat on the edge of the settee. ‘When you turn over, I’ll be sitting here,’ he told him.
‘I’ll put both of my hands on the back of your head and massage it. But I won’t move down your back, or start asking you any questions, until you say, ‘Go.’ Then I will massage all the way down to your feet and then back up again. Are you ok with that?’
‘Yes, I think,’ so he said, ‘I’ve never had a massage before.’ ‘Well just try and enjoy it,’ Cliff told him. ‘And remember nothing I do will ever hurt you.’ Duncan gave him smile. He’d already come to that conclusion. ‘Turn over when you’re ready.’ Cliff instructed.
Duncan did, and once he’d settled, Cliff rested his hands on his head and massaged. ‘How does that feel?’ Cliff asked. ‘Strange, but nice.’ Duncan replied. He remained silent for a while then said clearly, ‘Go.’ Cliff moved down onto his bare shoulders.
As he massaged them, he asked him all about his home life. As he passed over his shorts, he felt Duncan go tense. But he didn’t say anything and soon relaxed again. By the time Cliff was starting back up from his feet, he knew that Duncan was an only child and lived with his mum and dad.
Passing over his cheeks again, this time there was no tension. By the time he reached his head, Cliff knew he had one close friend at school and got on ok with most of the other boys. He’d also learned that he wanted to be an engineer when he left school.
‘Turn over,’ Cliff said as he took his hands off his head. ‘How do you feel?’ he asked as Duncan settled on his back. ‘Relieved,’ he answered. ‘I don’t know what I thought you were going to do, but I was scared stiff.’ ‘And now?’ Cliff asked. ‘I’m still worried about what is going to happen about the pictures,’ he said, ‘But I don’t feel scared anymore.’
‘That’s a great sign,’ Cliff told him, ‘It shows that stripping to your shorts has done the trick.’ Cliff looked at his front and saw that he didn’t have a six pack and was padded here and there more than he should be, but he didn’t look too bad overall.’
‘Your body looks fine,’ Cliff told him, ‘I’d swop you anytime. Now, I’m going to do the same down your front, with of course, more questions. Say ‘Go’ again when you’re ready.’ He started massaging the front of Duncans head, including his temples. That made it a bit longer before Duncan said ‘Go.’
As he massaged his shoulders and chest, Cliff noticed that he had an average tuft of dark hairs on his chest, a rounded stomach and loose shorts that disguised his reasonably sized cock. ‘Why do you want to be an engineer?’ Cliff asked.
‘I’m not what you’d call clever,’ Duncan told him, ‘But I love working with my hands and I’m always fixing things.’ ‘You’d be a great help on the railway then,’ Cliff told him, ‘I hope you’ll come back when everything is sorted.’ ‘I’d really like to,’ Duncan said, ‘I was so sad to leave.’
As Cliff massaged over his soft stomach he asked, ‘Thinking of your engineering and your life ahead, where would you like to be ten years from now?’ He was silent for a few moments, then he answered, ‘I’m not sure, I wouldn’t want to work in a factory, I’d like to do something that involves being out and about.’
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