The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 2: That’s What Happens To Men
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 2: That’s What Happens To Men - 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
‘I took them up to the canteen, got the drinks and cakes and we sat in a corner away from everyone else. I looked at the lad in charge, and he handed me a piece of paper. It had the name address and age of the guy you enquired about.’
‘We three only met two months ago,’ he told me, indicating his two pals. ‘Our parents were all at a social and we were invited too. We are all the same age and quiet types, so we hit it off right away. We stayed together the whole time and got on really well.’
‘He was there too.’ he said, pointing to the paper he had given me. ‘I couldn’t help noticing that my two pals here were, like me, deliberately avoiding going anywhere near him. That made me think, so before we left, I got us all to exchange phone numbers.’
‘We arranged to meet up on our own the following weekend. We met up in town and went for a walk in the park. We found a quiet spot and sat down and chatted. ‘Then I told them, ‘I noticed that you two didn’t like Stuart, I don’t either.’
‘I have a strong suspicion that we all dislike him for the same reason.’ ‘I was surprised,’ one of the other lads chirped up, ‘It had never occurred to me that he might have done it to someone else as well.’ ‘That’s what I thought too.’ the third lad added.’
‘If I’m right,’ the first lad had told them, ‘We can probably help each other get over it, even if we can’t do anything about it. Do you want to do that?’ He told me that both lads had nodded their agreement. ‘First, we need to be sure that we all suffered the same way.’ the lad had told them.’
‘What he did to me was painful, embarrassing and something I don’t feel able to ever tell my parents about.’ He had looked at the other two and they had nodded. ‘Stuart raped me three months ago.’ the first lad had told them. ‘Stuart raped me nine months ago.’ one of the others admitted.’
‘Stuart raped me twelve months ago.’ the third lad had also admitted. ‘The first lad resumed the story. ‘When we discussed it in more detail, we found he had stayed at each of our homes overnight, whilst his mum and our parents were out at a do.’
‘He had done exactly the same to each of us, and we were all far too embarrassed to tell our parents. Talking about it between the three of us has helped us all cope with it better.’ The other two lads nodded their agreement.’
‘We’ve met up a few times since, and working together I think it’s safe to say we are all getting over it. Even our nightmares have gone. When we met up a few days ago, I suggested that as he was probably doing it to others even now, we should tell the police.’
‘We discussed it and agreed to come here today and do what we have done, told a policeman. The last rape was three months ago, so there’s no evidence left anyway. And we are still adamant that we couldn’t possibly tell our parents.’
‘He stopped talking and looked at me. ‘It’s a credit to you all that you have come here,’ the constable told them, ‘But I suspect you already know what I’m going to say. Without you making a statement we can’t do anything about it.’
‘However, I don’t know if you know, but we keep a data base of all crimes and criminals for the whole country. I can put Stuart into the system and put my name with it. Then if any policeman anywhere ever looks him up, he’ll see my name and contact me.’
‘Then I can tell him what you’ve just told me. It won’t get him punished for what he did to you, but it could make the difference between an investigation continuing or not. Could I have a phone number to let you know if anything like that happens?’ he asked them.’
‘The first lad answered for them all. ‘No, I’m sorry, as far as we are concerned, it’s all over and done with now. Once we leave here today, we want to forget it ever happened.’ ‘Well at least put my phone number in your phones.’ the constable suggested to them.’
‘Then if anything else happens, or you remember anything else, you can let me know without needing to try and find me. They agreed to that, and as he told them his personal number, all three of them entered it in their phones. Then he wished them luck and saw them out.’
‘I asked him, ‘Was that the end of it?’ Tom told them. ‘Strangely enough, no,’ he told me. ‘Six months later, I was called to a theft at a corner shop one Saturday. A man had leaned over the counter and grabbed a handful of cash out of the till.’
‘As he ran out with the shopkeeper chasing him shouting, a customer came in just as the robber was reaching the door. Realising what was happening, he stepped aside but put his foot out. He still had the shop door open, so the robber tripped over his foot and flew out of the door horizontally. He landed on the pavement, breaking his nose in the process.
‘The man who had tripped him up immediately sat on his back until we got there to arrest him. After he had been taken away, I went into the shop to ask the shopkeeper for a statement. As he was giving it me, a young lad came out of the back, saw me and went back in.’
‘Who was that?’ I asked him. ‘Oh, that’s Tony, he works here on a Saturday,’ he told me. I finished his statement and he signed it, then I asked him how many people worked there. ‘Just me and my son during the week and Tony on a Saturday.’ he said. ‘My son lives over the shop with me, but he’s away today.’
‘Ok, I told him, ‘I can’t see it being needed with your robber being caught in the act, but can you give me Tonys full name and address just in case. He did and I have that filed away in my personal phone because I recognised him instantly as the lead lad of the three teenagers.’
‘I’m not going to give you that,’ he had told Tom, ‘But if anything happens to Stuart, let me know and I’ll see he gets to know. I thanked him and that was that.’ ‘Thanks Tom,’ Cliff told him, ‘Well Stuart has been at it again, so in view of his past I’ll probably have a message for you to pass on in the next week or so.’
Tom grinned, he had a pretty good idea what the message would be. They chatted a bit more whilst they finished their coffees, then they all left together. Tom to return to the station, Mike to go home and Cliff to Rosemary’s.’
SUNDAY - LESLIE & MARY
On Sunday morning Leslie texted Cliff as usual with his weight. This week he had put on two pounds. He got a thumbs up back. Then he set out for Mary’s. She was ready and waiting, so they set out immediately to the rendezvous point.
They said hello to everyone, including four members who hadn’t been with them the previous week. Then meeting up again with their two new friends from last week, Mike and Sue, they boarded the minibus. This time it was a sixteen-seater plus driver.
They had an hour’s drive to Hathersage village in the Peak District National Park. After a coffee in the local café, there was an hour’s walk through some lovely scenery to Stanage Edge. That’s a gritstone escarpment whose highest point is called High Neb at four hundred and fifty-eight metres high.
Everyone opted to go up to the summit. They had been advised to bring a packed lunch, so they sat in small groups eating their butty’s and admiring the lovely views. Leslie and Mary sat with Mike and Sue. In between eating, they learned that they had set a date for their wedding during the past week. It was going to be in three months. They were both clearly excited at the idea.
‘Are you having a big do?’ Mary asked. ‘No, neither of us have any close family left,’ Sue told them, ‘So it’ll be done by a registrar in a local hotel. We’re just having a few friends from each of our works.’ ‘That sounds very sensible.’ Mary told them.
‘A girl from work had a massive church wedding and a big reception last year. It cost a small fortune and her dad told me, he didn’t mind giving his daughter the wedding she wanted, but he said he thought it was a terrible waste. Half the family guests they hadn’t seen for years and would probably never see them again.’
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