The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 3: I Wont Be Coming Back
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 3: I Wont Be Coming Back - 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
‘When I reach your waist, tell yourself that whatever my touch is making you remember, it’s just that, a memory. Concentrate instead on what you are actually feeling, just my hands massaging you. But if you panic again and need to call, ‘Stop,’ that’s fine.’
‘If you do, I’ll just return to your head and we’ll try again, ok?’ ‘Ok.’ Shane agreed. ‘I sense that you like being hugged,’ Cliff told him, ‘So stay where you are a little longer.’ Cliff carried on stroking Shanes bare back and felt him relax considerably.
After a short spell, Cliff told him, ‘Lie down now, then count three to yourself before you turn over.’ As Shane lay on his back and counted to himself, Cliff just smiled at him. Once he had turned over and Cliff started massaging his head, he asked, ‘Shane do you know why I asked you to count three?’
‘No.’ came the puzzled reply. ‘What were you doing for those three seconds?’ ‘Just lying still on my back.’ ‘So, for three seconds I could see all of your front, including the bulge made by your cock in the front of your underpants,’ Cliff stated, ‘And it didn’t worry you.’
‘No,’ came the surprised reply, ‘It didn’t ever occur to me.’ ‘That’s great,’ Cliff told him. ‘That can only have happened because you feel so relaxed with me already. It should also tell you that no matter what has given you pain, or upset you in the past, it’s not going to do so in this room.’
‘Let’s carry on now, say ‘Go’ when you feel ready to try again.’ Shane was thinking to himself, ‘Even though I now know it happened, Cliff seeing my front isn’t bothering me.’ He was still feeling amazed about that as he said, ‘Go.’ Cliff moved down onto his bare shoulders.
As he massaged and felt the strong muscles, he asked, ‘How did you get on with your mum and dad?’ Shane was silent as he enjoyed Cliffs hands on his shoulders, then he said, ‘Not very well, dad was often drunk, and mum spent more time keeping out of his way than caring about me or my brother.’
As he neared his waist, Cliff asked, ‘How did you get on with your brother?’ ‘Even though we shared a bedroom, we were never close,’ Shane told him, ‘I suppose the age difference didn’t help either, our only common ground really was what we suff... ‘ he stopped, horrified at what he had nearly let slip.’
Then he realised Cliffs hands had moved up onto the back of his underpants. But with his mind being elsewhere, it hadn’t even registered. After a few seconds panic, before he could cry ‘Stop,’ he remembered what Cliff had told him and concentrated entirely on what he was actually feeling.
To his surprise, it felt nice, although he couldn’t completely stop it reminding him of the past. Even so, he managed to lie still and enjoy it. As Cliff moved down onto the bare back of his thighs, he said, ‘Very well done, Shane, you were nice and relaxed that time.’
Shane wondered if Cliff had noticed his slip. Then moments later he discovered that he had as he told him, ‘It’s ok Shane,’ Cliff assured him, ‘Lots of people who have come to see me have been made to suffer through abuse of one sort or another. Whatever happened to you, just remember that it wasn’t your fault.’
‘But let’s leave that for now, we’ll come back to it later.’ As Cliff reached his feet and started back up, he said, ‘I gather that life got worse for you when you reached puberty, and I assume that whatever that worse was, it carried on afterwards. What was the next change in your home life.’
‘The next thing that happened was three years later, a few days after Carter reached eighteen, we lost dad. One night he just didn’t come home. No one was even a bit bothered, it meant peace for us all, and he’d done it several times before.’
‘Then two nights later. ‘Carter and I were woken by a neighbour banging hard on the front door.’ As he felt Cliffs hands about to reach his underpants, he stopped speaking. He waited for the lovely feeling he knew was about to return.
Sure enough, as Cliffs hands massaged up over his underpants, Shane lay quiet, enjoying not just the lovely feeling itself, but actually being able to enjoy it without any panic. As Cliff massaged directly over his cheeks, he let out a cry of pleasure.
Cliff stayed on them a little longer and remained silent, happy to hear Shanes happy noises. Then when he moved up onto his bare back, Shane continued. ‘Our room was at the back of the house, and as I woke, I could see flames through the curtains.’
‘I shook Carter and ran to the front door. The neighbour told me our garden shed was ablaze, and he’d rung the fire brigade. ‘I don’t think it will affect the house,’ he said, ‘But you should be up and ready to leave, just in case.’ ‘I thanked him, then went and woke mum.’
‘She got up and we all got dressed. Then two fire engines arrived. The three of us stood in the kitchen watching through the window. The shed was at the bottom of the garden and was well ablaze.’ As he reached his head, Cliff massaged it briefly, then told him to turn over.
His mind still enjoying the massage on his head and relating his story, Shane turned over without a thought. As he lay there, still feeling relaxed, he realised he was on his back, and all of his front was now on full view. He looked at Cliff in horror.
Cliff smiled at him as he said, ‘Your front doesn’t look any different now, than it did earlier, so I’m not seeing anything I haven’t already seen.’ As that sank in, Shane realised that was true. At the same time, he knew that now he had calmed down, his panic had disappeared.
He smiled happily at Cliff. ‘You’re the first person ever that I haven’t minded seeing my front.’ he said, sounding surprised. ‘That’s a good sign of how much you’re relaxing,’ Cliff told him. ‘Now, I still have lots more questions, so as I ask the next ones, I’ll massage down your front.’
‘Just let yourself relax and concentrate on enjoying what you feel, not worrying about what you remember, ok?’ ‘Ok.’ Shane answered, but still feeling scared about the idea. Cliff immediately put his hands on his head and massaged his temples to start with.
That soon made Shane relax, but being so nice Cliff knew he’d never want to say ‘Go.’ So, after a good massage on his temples, he moved up onto the top of his head. Shane enjoyed that for a while, then called out, ‘Go.’ As Cliff massaged the front of his shoulders, he told him to carry on with his story.
‘I had a sudden thought,’ Shane told him, I ran out to speak to the firemen. ‘There’s a petrol lawn mower in the shed, and usually a spare can of petrol.’ I warned them. But by now there was very little of the shed left, so they didn’t seem unduly worried.’
‘When the firemen had finished putting it out, there was only a heap of ashes and the metal bits of the lawn mower and some garden tools to be seen. The fireman in charge came in and took some details from us. I told him mum never ever went into the shed.’
‘I said it had been over a week since I’d been in, when I’d last mown the lawn. No one’s been in since then,’ I told him. At that point Cliffs hands moved over the waistband of his underpants. Shane went silent watching his hands.
He was feeling nervous, yet very excited. He was very much aware that the sensation building up inside him was already far nicer than when Cliff had massaged over his cheeks. His first instinct had been to scream out ‘Stop,’ and he had actually opened his mouth to do so.
‘But when such a lovely sensation started going through him, he closed his mouth and kept watching and enjoying. The feeling he was getting just kept growing nicer, but as Cliffs hands passed directly over his soft cock, he couldn’t stop himself screaming out.
But it wasn’t in panic as he would have expected, it was in delight. He’d never felt anything so lovely. He lay there with a big grin on his face, and it wasn’t until Cliffs hands were going down the top of his bare thighs, that he managed to continue.
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