The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 4: Asleep For Four Years
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 4: Asleep For Four Years - 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
Looking amazed, Cliff asked, ‘Do you know how much is in here?’ ‘No, I’ve no idea.’ Leslie told him. ‘Do you mind if I count it?’ Cliff asked. ‘No, shall I help you?’ he asked. ‘Let’s go and sit at the table.’ Cliff suggested. He tipped the tin out.
On the table was a great big heap of banknotes. It was all fives, tens and twenty-pound notes. ‘You pick out the five pound notes and put them in bundles of fifty pounds.’ Cliff instructed. As Leslie started doing that, Cliff did the same with the twenties.
He collected them in bundles of a hundred pounds. Then between them they put the tens into hundred-pound piles too. When they had finished, Cliff counted them up. Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-five pounds.’ Cliff announced.
‘That’s a lot of money,’ Leslie said, ‘I had no idea I had that much.’ ‘That’s remarkable,’ Cliff said as he packed it all back into the tin. ‘Put it back in the bedroom for now,’ he said, ‘But we need to find somewhere safer than keeping it in the flat.’
‘When Leslie returned, he lay back down with his head on Cliff’s lap. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ he asked looking worried. ‘The only thing you have done wrong,’ Cliff told him, ‘Is to starve yourself almost to death, whilst you had more than enough money to buy all the food you need.’
‘What you have been doing is a form of suicide by starvation. If you had kept on eating as you were, you would have died, but it would have taken a year or more, and your end would have been far from easy. So, from today you are going to eat properly and regularly, until you are back to full health.’
‘We’ll sort out later how best to achieve that. Does anyone apart from the two of us know about your tin of cash?’ ‘No, no one.’ ‘Good, now Leslie this is very important, make sure you keep it that way, it’s very bad for people to know you keep that much cash around.’
‘Now, someone we haven’t mentioned yet is your dad. Can you tell me about him?’ ‘Not really,’ Leslie told him, ‘Mum told me he had died before I started school, but I have no memory of him at all. It’s always been just me and mum.’ ‘Do you know his Christian name?’ ‘William.’ Leslie answered.
‘Ok, now I want you to tell me what you dreamt when you played with yourself in bed before the attack. If you can tell me every little detail, it will achieve three things. It’ll make it easier for you to tell me in your own words what John did to you.’
‘It will also help in getting your cock working properly once more, and it will tell me how much you do or don’t know about sex, so that I’ll know what I need to teach you. Do you think you can do that?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Leslie said, ‘But I’m sure that if I could tell anyone, it would be you.’
‘Thanks for that,’ Cliff told him, ‘Just remember that everything you’re telling me is likely to be just the same as I have dreamt too. Start off where you’re in bed, you’ve just put your hand down inside your pyjamas and tell me what you’re doing, and what you’re dreaming.’
‘I took hold of my cock,’ Leslie told him, ‘And felt all over it. Then as it grew hard, I imagined one of the girls from school.’ As he spoke, Cliff lifted his hand off his hairs and ran his fingers gently around through his hairs and over his cock.
‘I imagined she was in bed with me and we were both naked. I felt her breasts and the hairs between her legs. We kissed, and all the time I was stroking my hard cock slowly. Then I imagined that I moved over on top of her and put my cock up inside her.’
‘It never occurred to me before I was attacked, that me doing that to her might hurt her.’ he said sounding apologetic. ‘Don’t worry about that at the moment.’ Cliff told him. As he stroked his still limp cock, Leslie told him, ‘That feels so nice.’
‘Once my cock was right inside her I lifted my hips up and down and enjoyed feeling my cock sliding in and out of her. As I did, I went faster and faster. At the same time, I stroked my cock much faster too. By then I was getting a lovely feeling building up.’
‘Then as I thrust into her very fast, I stroked my cock fast too and as in my dream I shot all my sperm into her, my cock shot it all out into my pyjamas. The feelings were lovely, and I held my cock until it went soft, but by then I was usually asleep.’
He looked down at Cliffs hand, which was now stroking his cock, although it was still soft. ‘That feels really lovely,’ Leslie told him, ‘But it’s not working, is it?’ ‘Give it time,’ Cliff assured him, ‘Remember it’s been fast asleep for four years. How have you felt telling me about your dream?’ Cliff asked, still feeling his cock.
‘It was nice to remember it, and how lovey shooting my sperm always felt,’ Leslie answered. ‘It was nice feeling your hand on my cock too. It never really crossed my mind that I was telling you something I’d never have dreamt of telling anyone ever.’
‘But even though I realise that that’s exactly what I’ve just done, I don’t mind you knowing a bit.’ ‘Thank you, Leslie,’ Cliff told him, ‘That’s good to hear. Now what I want you to do next is to tell me what happened between you and John Kirkham from beginning to end.’
‘It’s the last time you’ll ever have to remember it and sharing it with me will help you start to forget it for good. Whilst you tell me, would you like me to keep playing with your cock?’ ‘Yes please.’ he said looking very happy at the idea.
‘Ok,’ Cliff told him taking hold of it, ‘Start off by telling me how John got you to his house, and then tell me everything that happened.’ ‘He lived nearby,’ Leslie began. ‘I’d passed him coming in and out several times. He’d always said, ‘Hello,’ and I had too.’
‘I wasn’t scared back then. One day he said, ‘Hello.’ then stopped to speak. ‘It’s Leslie, isn’t it?’ he asked. I was so surprised, I had never spoken to him long enough to tell him my name. When I said, ‘Yes.’ I must have sounded surprised.
‘One of your neighbours told me your name,’ he said. ‘I need some help and they said you were a kind sort of person. I’ve got a bedroom door that’s come off its hinges.’ he explained. ‘I’ve fitted new hinges to the door, but no matter how I try, I can’t hold the door in place and put the screws in at the same time.’
‘You look a strong young man,’ he told me, ‘If you would spare me ten minutes or so, we’d have it in place in no time at all between us.’ ‘Ok,’ I agreed, I was always happy to help anyone. We went along to his flat and went in. ‘Sit down.’ he said pointing to the armchair.’
‘I’ll get us a drink before we start, would you like a coffee or a coke?’ ‘I’ll have a coke please.’ I told him. He went into the kitchen and returned in a few minutes with a coke in a glass for me, a coffee for him and a plate of chocolate biscuits.’
‘Help yourself,’ he instructed pointing to the biscuits, ‘I’m sure you’re hungry, youngsters always are.’ I had a good appetite back then and ate several of them. When I’d finished my coke, John was sitting opposite me on the settee.’
‘He started chatting and asking me about school. I was in no rush, so I answered a couple of questions, then I felt myself going funny. I started to speak, I said, ‘I can’t... ‘ then I couldn’t speak any more. I couldn’t move either, I was terrified.’
John just sat watching me, I assumed he didn’t realise. Then after what seemed like an age, he got up and came over to me. I was struggling to speak and tell him what was happening to me, but nothing came out. He took hold of my wrists and pulled me to my feet.’
‘I moved ok when he pulled me, I just didn’t seem able to do anything for myself. He let go and I just stood there like a statue as he took a couple of steps back. He looked me up and down. I couldn’t understand how he didn’t notice something was wrong.’
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