The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 2: Yes To Both
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 2: Yes To Both - 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
Stuart gave a sigh. ‘Well, it’s only what I deserve.’ he admitted. ‘I knew what I did was hurting you,’ he confessed, ‘But I’d honestly no idea it was so bad. I’m so, so, sorry.’ ‘Ok Stuart, lets sort a few things out.’ Harry told him.
‘What you did was terrible, but it’s over and done with now. I admit that I hated you at the time, but I don’t anymore. My pain has now gone, and I’ve put it behind me. I don’t want you to ever forget what you did, not just to me, but to all the others.’
‘But you are only remembering it so that you can make sure you never ever do it again. I accept your apology and I forgive you. So, I want you to stop apologising, ok?’ ‘Ok,’ Stuart agreed, ‘I’ll try.’ ‘There is something you can do for me instead.’ Harry told him.
‘Anything.’ came the instant reply. ‘Am I right in thinking you don’t have any other friends?’ Stuart looked sad. ‘Yes.’ he agreed. ‘Well, what I want you to do for me,’ Harry told him, ‘Is when you get a job and start work, you will meet lots of new people.’
‘None of them will know about what you did. So, I want you to make new friends with at least half a dozen of them. Also, there are three people who live in this house. Two of them are man and wife and are very happy together.’
‘You have been spoiling that happiness for them by making it clear you resent their happiness. No, let me finish,’ Harry said, as Stuart started to speak. ‘Your mum is a lovely lady and clearly loves you, even after your attitude to her new husband.’
‘Uncle Stanley has done his best to act as a father towards you, and give you his love too, but you pushed him away. I could see as soon as I arrived that you have stopped doing that. I don’t know if you have noticed that you’re doing it, but twice since I’ve been here you’ve called Stanley dad.’
‘That has made him and your mum very happy, so keep it up.’ ‘I hadn’t noticed,’ Stuart told him, ‘But he is lovely, and I’ve been very unfair to him.’ ‘Just carry on as you’re doing,’ Harry told him, ‘And they’ll both soon forget about how you were, because they are so happy about how you are now.’
‘That will make your own life happier too.’ ‘I will,’ Stuart agreed. Then he said, ‘I have a dad again.’ sounding so pleased. ‘Now Stuart, you are doing really well, Harry told him. So, because of that, I would like to give you a very special gift.’
‘I’m sure that I can get rid of the pain in your bum for you.’ As Stuart looked overjoyed at the idea, Harry explained. ‘The pain you are getting now is because of the scratches up inside your bum. What I would have to do is put a disposable glove on, then push my index finger slowly and carefully up your bum with some antiseptic cream on.’
‘That would put a coating on the scratches and help them heal up.’ As Stuart said, ‘I’d do anything to get rid of the pain, yes please.’ ‘Harry told him, ‘Wait, there’s more. The poles were pushed up your bum for the length of your erect cock.’
‘That is longer than my finger. So, after I had done it with my finger, I’d then have to push something longer up with more cream on. Let me show you what I’d need to use, and then you can decide if you still want me to do it.’
Harry got out of bed and went over to his suitcase. He showed Stuart the tube of cream and the disposable glove. Then he showed him a piece of timber dowel about a quarter of an inch in diameter. Stuck around the top end was a wad of cotton wool.
‘When my finger has cured the first three inches or so, I’ll put a load of cream on this cotton wool, then slide that up your bum so that it spreads cream all the way to the end of your scratches. I can’t guarantee it will work totally.’ Harry warned him.
‘But I am certain it will ease it, make your recovery quicker and doing it won’t hurt you a bit.’ Stuart was relieved to hear that last bit. He trusted Harry, but the thought of anything going up his bum brought back terrible memories.’
Stuart studied the implement. It was obviously so much smaller than the dreadful poles. Also, he was quite sure that Harry would be gentle. ‘Yes please, I’d like you to do it.’ he agreed. Harry got out of bed and returned to his suitcase.
‘He brought out an old tea towel and a packet of wet wipes. Also, a plastic bag. ‘Throw the duvet over on the other side of the bed,’ Harry instructed. ‘Now get up, strip off and then lie down on your side with your back to the edge of the bed.’
Stuart did as he was told. ‘Draw your knees up,’ Harry instructed, ‘Now lift your hips up a little.’ As Stuart struggled to do that, Harry slid the tea towel under him, with half of it over the edge of the bed. Harry put the glove on, then warned Stuart he was going to touch his bum.
He rubbed a bit of cream around the opening. Stuart tensed up at his touch remembering the last thing to touch him there. Squeezing a good blob of cream on to the opening, Harry told him to try and relax. He put the tip of his index finger on the cream and pressed gently.
Nothing happened for a few moments, then his finger started to slide in. He kept up a gentle pressure and watched his finger disappearing into Stuart. When it was all the way in, he slid it out just as slowly. ‘I’m going to repeat that to get more cream into you.’ Harry told him.
This time Stuart was completely relaxed, so Harry’s finger slid in easily. As he slid it out, Harry had an idea. He slipped his glove off and rubbed loads of cream onto the cotton wool. ‘I think we’ll do it a third time, just to be sure.’ he told him.
Stuart was finding the feeling of something sliding up his bum so gently rather nice, so he didn’t mind at all. But this time without Stuart knowing, instead of his finger, Harry put the cotton wool end of the implement that he’d made, up against Stuart’s bum and pushed on it gently.
Stuart still anticipating Harry’s finger again was completely relaxed. As the rod disappeared further and further up into Stuart’s bum, the only noise he was making was a happy ‘mmm’ Having previously seen Stuarts hard cock, Harry had estimated its length, then put a mark on the rod an inch longer to be sure.
When the mark was about to disappear into Stuart’s bum, Harry stopped, and then as he drew it out, he rotated it slowly so that in effect he was painting Stuart’s insides with the cream. When it came right out, he put it in the plastic bag.
Then with the wet wipes he wiped Stuart’s bum. ‘All done, you can turn over onto your back now.’ he instructed. ‘What about the rod and cotton wool?’ Stuart asked sounding puzzled. ‘That was the one I’ve just done,’ Harry told him, ‘How did it feel.’
‘I was surprised,’ Stuart told him, ‘It actually felt quite nice.’ After pulling the tea towel over so it was fully under his bum, Harry told him he just needed to lie there for five minutes to let the cream soak in and make sure nothing came out of his bum.
‘Do you feel any different inside?’ Harry asked, ‘No.’ Stuart told him. Harry rested his hands flat on Stuart’s abdomen just above his hairs and pressed in gently with his fingers. He did that all over and Stuart told him, ‘That didn’t hurt at all, yet when I pressed around there the other night, it was too sore to touch.’
‘That’s good,’ Harry told him. ‘Ok, let me just check your bum, then you can get dressed. Draw your knees up. Put your hands behind your knees and pull them back towards your head.’ Harry instructed. As he did Stuart’s bum lifted up off the tea towel.
Harry looked closely. Stuart’s bum was still clean, but just to be sure he wiped it once more with a clean wet wipe. As he wiped it, he rested his hand on the base of Stuarts cock and his balls as if he was keeping it out of the way.
He could feel that the sac was empty. When he took his hand away, he could just make out a scar down the middle, which seemed to have healed up nicely. Tying up the plastic bag ready for the bin, he told Stuart to put his things back on.
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