The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 7: What Our Fingers Usually Do
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 7: What Our Fingers Usually Do - 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
‘Seeing your cock hard and naked, reminds me how lovely it felt last night holding it through your shorts. Looking at it now, makes me think how much nicer it would have been to hold it without your shorts in the way.’ ‘That thought had crossed my mind too.’ I agreed.
That made him look so relieved. ‘I’ve never held a hard cock in the flesh.’ I told him.’ ‘Me neither,’ he said, ‘Would you like to try it now?’ I think my face answered that, because he moved up close right away and reached out his hand towards my cock.
‘You do the same to me.’ he instructed. We both took hold of each other at the same time. It felt so amazing. ‘Have a feel around, if you’d like to.’ he said. ‘You can too.’ I told him. We felt all over our cocks, then reached between each other’s legs and felt our balls.’
‘It was lovely. Then we decided we’d better get dressed and go down for breakfast. ‘As we were about to leave, Callum told me, ‘That was so nice, shall we do that in bed tonight?’ ‘How do you mean?’ I asked. ‘Well, if we do what we’d planned to do, but get into bed naked to do it.’ he said.’
‘You would be holding a naked cock, and my naked cock would be up against your naked bum.’ ‘Oh, wow!’ I said, ‘That sounds great, I’m game.’
At that point, Jasper broke off and told Cliff, ‘At that time, the thought of a bare cock against my bare bum was lovely and exciting.’
‘The idea that anyone would even consider putting their cock up someone else’s bum, would never have occurred to me in a month of Sundays.’ ‘Believe me,’ Cliff told him, ‘If you or Callum had decided to do that to each other, there would have been no pain at all. I’ll explain that later.’
‘We both had to concentrate on something mundane as we went downstairs to get our excited cocks to go soft.’ Jasper continued. ‘What happened that night?’ Cliff asked. ‘I think we both spent most of the day wishing it was bedtime.’ Jasper told him with a grin.
‘When it eventually came, we both walked into the bedroom with the front of our trousers bulging out. We stripped off and stood for a moment grinning at each other as our cock’s stuck out and waved about. Then Callum got into bed naked.’
‘I followed him, and he turned his back to me. I wriggled up close to him and lifted my cock up, so it rested all the way along his crack. Feeling my cock resting in his crack, a bare cheek touching all along each side of it sent wonderful feelings running through me.’
‘Having all of Callum’s bare back against my bare front was lovely too. Then to top it off, I had hold of his bare cock as well. Not only holding it, but I was able to run my hand all over it, and his balls as it flexed like mad. It felt so exciting and got me so worked up.’
‘I even began to wonder if either or both of us might fire. After that thought had hit me, I started to think what might happen in future. As I daydreamt that my hand was stroking Callum’s cock and making him fire, I was imagining how it would feel.’
‘I imagined his cock throbbing in my hand as it fired and fired. I dismissed that as being unlikely to happen, but it still returned to my imagination often. Eventually we fell asleep. The next morning, we discussed it and both agreed sleeping together naked was far too good not to keep doing it.’
‘The next night we stripped off for bed, both rock hard before half of our clothes were off. As we stood looking at each other, Callum asked, ‘When we get into bed, can we lie in the position we were in last time, with your head on my shoulder?’
‘Definitely,’ I told him, ‘It felt really lovely being in that position, I felt even closer to you than usual.’ We got into bed and into position. ‘When you were playing with my cock last night,’ Callum told me, ‘I could feel your cock flexing against my bum.’
‘I was a little worried that I might get so excited that I’d fire.’ ‘Yes,’ I agreed, ‘That crossed my mind too.’ ‘How would you have felt if that really had happened?’ Callum asked. ‘If you had fired, I’d have been concerned that I might have upset you,’ I told him.’
‘But I think I’d also be really thrilled to have felt it happen, especially as I would have caused it. But if I had fired, it would have been different.’ ‘How do you mean?’ Callum asked. ‘Well, with the position we were in, If I had fired, I would have enjoyed the feeling, but I’d be mortified at shooting all of my cum up your back.’
‘Suppose you could have fired me without much risk of you firing?’ Callum asked. ‘How would you feel if you did that, or if I did it to you?’ ‘I’ve never experienced being fired by anyone else,’ I told him, ‘But I’m sure it would be even better than when I do it myself.’
‘Especially if it was done by you. And to fire you would certainly be a lovely and amazing experience.’ ‘Take hold of my cock whilst you’re lying there.’ Callum instructed. I did, and being a new position, it felt extra exciting. ‘Just stroke it twice, like you would of you were firing your own.’
‘I did, and that felt even more exciting. When I’d done it twice, I let go, ‘Now, here’s my suggestion,’ Callum told me. ‘Tonight, we’ll do what we’ve been doing, with me at the back. But when you go home, remember how it felt in this position when you were stroking my cock.’
‘Just imagine that you’re going to keep on stroking it until I fired. Imagine that the light is on, that the duvet is off, and above all, imagine that you can see what you’re doing and see me shooting. Then imagine that the next time we’re together like this, we did really fire each other.’
‘Now tell me how you’d feel about doing it.’ His hand that had been between us by his side, took hold of my cock and played with it gently as I imagined everything that he’d suggested. When I told him I’d love to try it, I think he must have already known my answer from the way my cock was throbbing.’
‘He kissed the top of my head. ‘Excellent,’ he told me. ‘Think about it until our next visit and only if you’re still sure about it, then we’ll try it.’ I already knew in my head that we would be doing it. I turned over and Callum moved up against my back.’
‘As he reached over and held my cock, I had such an urge to scream out ‘Fire me now, fire me now,’ but somehow, I refrained. We lay tight together, his big hard cock flexing along my crack and sending lovely shivers through me.’
‘His hand playing with my cock and my balls was sending even more lovely feelings through me. I don’t know how long we enjoyed it before I fell asleep. The next morning, before we got dressed, we stood looking at each other, then without a word we moved close and hugged.’
‘Our cocks were squashed tight together in between us and throbbing like mad. We ran our hands up and down each other’s backs and at the end, put our hands on each other’s cheeks. We pulled ourselves together even tighter. By the time we got dressed, our cocks were still hard.’
‘The time between then and our next visit was eight months. It seemed like a lifetime, but the dreams I had during that time were beautiful. Intermixed with lots of girl dreams too, naturally. We went to visit Callum this time. I wasn’t far off my seventeenth birthday.’
‘On our first night, we stripped off and studied each other. We had both grown taller and I knew my cock was bigger, but Callum’s had grown too and was still much bigger than mine. We went into each other’s arms, and as we said hello with a hug, our cocks said hello to each other too.’
‘Have you thought about my suggestion last time?’ Callum asked. ‘Haven’t I just,’ I told him, ‘I’d say my dreams ever since have been fifty percent that and fifty percent girls.’ ‘Me too,’ he told me grinning, ‘So what’s your decision.’
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