The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 7: Tell Me What Happened
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 7: Tell Me What Happened - 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
Then as Cliffs hands massaged through his hairs, such a lovely sensation rolled through him. When Cliffs hand slid down inside his raised underpants and through his hairs each side of his cock, he let out a howl of delight.
When Cliffs hand brushed against his cock, it made it go wild. As Cliff took hold of the raised waistband with one hand and wrapped his other hand around his cock, he let out a long, long, moan of ecstasy. When Cliff lifted his underpants higher, he let go of his cock.
That left it free to flex like mad. Then he slid his hand down it’s underside and felt Harrys balls. Harry’s scream of pleasure rang out and continued as he massaged down his thighs, taking his underpants down with them. Harry’s cock left to itself, was doing a very excited dance.
As Cliff massaged down to his feet, sliding his underpants down and off altogether, he explained that he would next go up his front with no questions, so that Harry could just relax and enjoy the very intimate massage.
‘Then we’ll change positions slightly and talk about your idea of sex and the dreams you have when you play with yourself.’ As Cliff spoke, Harry had a moment of panic that Cliff knew he did that, but it went immediately. ‘Cliff seems to know everything anyway.’ he thought.
‘Anyway, he’s a boy too, he’s bound to do the same thing himself. I wonder if he’s still a virgin?’ Harry mused to himself but thought it inappropriate to ask. ‘After you’ve managed to do that,’ Cliff was continuing, ‘You’ll have no problem telling me everything that Stuart did to you.’
‘Then we can decide between us what to do about it. But be assured, no matter what I suggest, nothing at all will happen without your full agreement. Now close your eyes and relax as I go back up. If you feel an urge to draw your knees up, please do.’
As he massaged up from Harry’s ankles, Cliff studied his front. He looked as skinny as Cliff, just a bit taller. His cock looked about the same diameter and possibly a fraction shorter. ‘But then, he’s got nearly four years of growing to reach my age, so with his height anything could happen.’
Harry hadn’t batted an eyelid at Cliffs comment showing that he’d guessed it was Stuart who had attacked him. ‘But he can’t know what he did to me, surely.’ Harry thought. Although he wasn’t entirely convinced about that. And much to his surprise, the idea of admitting it to Cliff no longer seemed quite so impossible.
As Cliffs hands moved up past his knees, Harry’s cock was doing a right old fandango. Harry knew Cliff would be watching it and didn’t care, it was all far too enjoyable to do anything but relax and enjoy it. Then he drew his knees up and apart, almost without realising he was doing it.
Cliff’s hands immediately moved off the top of his bare legs, round onto the insides. That skin was even more sensitive and the feelings rolling through him sent Harry into an ecstatic trance better than he’d ever experienced before. But then it got even better.
As Cliffs hands reached the top of his legs, he massaged his balls. His touch was so gentle and Harry screamed with delight. Then came the moment he had been waiting for. Cliff’s fingers reached and ran up and down both groins, through his hairs and all over every inch of his cock.
‘Well, he certainly knows how small it is now.’ he thought to himself. Cliff finished off with two strokes of his cock, before moving on up. As he lay there enjoying the massage on his stomach and remembering the feeling of the strokes on his cock, Harry couldn’t help wondering how it would feel if Cliff was to fire him.
His cock throbbed like mad at the idea. ‘Something has excited him,’ Cliff commented. ‘You must have had a really nice and exciting thought. I reckon I have a pretty good idea what it was too. Just remember that dreams can often come true.’
The thought that might actually happen made Harry’s cock go wild. Cliff grinned at him and carried on up. When he reached his head, he gave his temples a massage, then took his hands off. ‘Sit up now.’ Cliff instructed. As he did, Cliff opened his arms.
‘Would you like a hug?’ he asked. Without hesitation Harry went into his arms, put his own around Cliff and they hugged. ‘This feels really lovely,’ Harry told him. ‘The only hugs I’ve ever had from a man in my life before now, have been from my dad and Uncle Stanley.’
‘This feels so special.’ he added. ‘That’s because you are hugging a very close and special friend.’ Cliff told him. ‘Really?’ Harry asked sounding very pleased. ‘Yes, really,’ Cliff said. ‘You’re completely naked. Your cock is as hard as it’s ever been, and I have seen it and touched it. If all that doesn’t make us special friends, I don’t know what would.’
Harry squeezed him even closer. ‘That’s lovely, I’ve never really had anyone I’d call a special friend before.’ ‘Well, after today you need to start making more friends of all sorts,’ Cliff told him. ‘But always remember, friendship as special as ours lasts for a lifetime.’
‘Now, stay sitting up.’ Cliff instructed as he got up. Moving to the end of the settee he told Harry to lie down. When he was settled with his head on Cliff’s lap, he rested one hand on his head and stroked his forehead. His other hand he lay flat over his hairs with Harrys hard cock standing upright between his forefinger and thumb.
Harry lay there feeling so content. His forehead was having a lovely gentle stroke from his first proper friend. His friend’s hand was resting on his hairs, surely a sign of how close they were. And his cock was standing up and throbbing between his friend’s fingers. ‘I’m so glad mum made me come.’ he thought to himself.
‘Now,’ Cliff told him, ‘Just confirm something for me by answering, ‘Yes or No’ to my next question. Am I right in thinking that Stuart attacked you in a sexual manner that you feel very embarrassed about?’ ‘Yes.’ Harry admitted, with no hesitation.
‘Thank you,’ Cliff told him, ‘That you felt able to answer that with no hesitation shows we are definitely going to succeed. Now before we move on to Stuart, I want you to tell me about your nighttime dreams about having sex.’
‘By doing that, I will learn how right or wrong what you are dreaming is and if necessary, when your problem’s solved, I’ll teach you how to be a perfect lover. And believe me, your cock is perfectly adequate to be one, and to make a girl very happy.’
As Harry looked very happy at the idea, Cliff continued, ‘Once you have been able to tell me all that, you’ll have no problem telling me about Stuart. It’s also very important for your future, because what you dream now, is what you will do when you eventually make love.’
‘If you are doing it wrong in your dreams, you’ll do it wrong for real.’ In an average month, how many nights would you fire yourself?’ ‘Every night, with rare exceptions.’ Harry admitted. ‘Have you ever told anyone that before?’ Cliff asked.
‘No, never, the very idea would have horrified me.’ Harry replied. ‘Even being asked the question would have filled me with embarrassment.’ ‘So how do you feel about having told me?’ ‘Completely at ease about it,’ Harry said. ‘I’m amazed, but it’s lovely.’
‘Who do you usually dream about?’ ‘Mainly the girls at school. It’s usually the ones who have said ‘Hello,’ or smiled at me, but also occasionally some of the others. And there are occasions when I just play with myself and fire without actually dreaming of anything or anyone in particular.’
‘In the last month, when you dreamt of a girl, which one gave you the best fire?’ Harry thought for a moment. ‘That would be Moira, she’s in the next form up to me.’ ‘What’s so special about her?’ ‘She has a lovely smile, has a perfect body and she’s very self-assured.’
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