The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: Soft And Small
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: Soft And Small - 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
‘Thomas showed us round and told us all the costs. ‘You’re both unemployed,’ he told us, ‘So I will arrange for your rents to be paid for you by the local authority. The rent will come straight into my bank, so you won’t need to worry about it.’
‘You just need to sort out the other costs between you.’ He gave us a list of what they would probably be. ‘Right, I’m going.’ he announced. ‘You two stay here and have a chat to see how you want to work your finances and see if you think you’ll be able to share without killing each other.’
‘We both laughed and Thomas instructed us, ‘When you leave, close the door behind you and let me know what you decide.’ After Cliff reached and massaged his head, he told him to turn over. Dean did and lay there looking happy. ‘I’m enjoying all this.’ he said sounding surprised.
‘That’s a good sign that we are well on the way to succeeding,’ Cliff told him. ‘Now, I’m going to go down your front with more questions. When I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of your belt and pause. Say ‘Pass’ and I’ll carry on down.’
‘But if you say nothing whilst I count ten seconds to myself, I’ll undo your trousers and then carry on down. If I do that it will release pressure on your stomach which will help you relax even more. It will also show how much at ease you are with me.’
‘Also, the next time I go down your back it will mean that I can offer you even more relaxing options. I think you’re relaxed enough now not to need to say go anymore too.’ He massaged his head briefly, then his temples, then moved down onto the front of Deans shoulders.
As he did, Dean was looking forward to the massage on his bare chest and thinking it would be nice to feel the tightness round his waist go loose. ‘I really must get rid of some of this excess fat.’ he told himself, as he had done so many times before. ‘Carry on telling me about the flat please.’ Cliff asked.
As he enjoyed Cliff’s massage on his chest, Dean told him, ‘Vincent and I chatted about the money and how it would be sharing. Neither of us had lived away from home before, so it was all new to both of us. We worked out an idea of how much we would each need to put into the kitty each month to cover the bills.’
‘He asked me if I’d deal with them. So, he was going to set up a monthly payment from his bank to mine, and I would deal with the bills. We talked about eating and cleaning and lots of things. At the end of it we realised that we hadn’t argued once.’
‘Also, our liking for each other seemed to have grown even more.’ Then Dean noticed that Cliffs hands were still. Looking down at his front, he saw that they were resting on the buckle of his belt. He had no idea how long they had been there, but he hadn’t intended saying anything anyway, so he wasn’t bothered.
Seconds later he watched as he felt Cliff undo his belt, then his top button. As he slid his zip down and he felt his stomach go loose he let out a breath of relief. ‘Oh, that feels much better.’ he admitted. ‘Does it feel more relaxing?’ Cliff asked.
‘Yes, definitely.’ he answered. ‘It’s funny, I’m normally a very shy person, especially where my body is concerned, yet lying here watching you undo my trousers didn’t bother me at all.’ ‘That’s excellent,’ Cliff told him, ‘And thank you for feeling able to tell me so. That’s excellent too.’
Dean felt really chuffed at being praised. Then as Cliffs hands massaged over the front of his trousers, part of it was on the small, exposed patch of his shorts through the open zip. That sent some lovely shivers through him.
Cliff waited until he was moving on down his legs before telling him to carry on with his story. ‘Neither of us told the other why we wanted to move from home, and neither of us asked.’ Dean told him. ‘As we left, we agreed we’d take the flat and move in as soon as possible.’
‘We exchanged phone numbers and I told him to tell Thomas. But if I saw him at the farm, I’d tell him too. We shook hands and left. A week later Vincent and I had signed a lease, signed the rental forms and were given the keys.’
‘Thomas took a nominal one hundred pounds deposit from each of us, telling me it was a family benefit for Vincent, and he didn’t think it would be fair to charge me more. Although I think it was also because he liked me, plus my connection to George.’
‘We moved in a few days later. Mum was upset that I was going and insisted on coming to see the flat and meet Vincent. She seemed a lot happier after that.’ As Cliff moved up over the front of his trousers, he was about to continue, then stopped.
He was getting a strange but lovely feeling in his groins, and as Cliffs hands massaged over the exposed section of his shorts, it got even nicer. Then as Cliff moved up onto his bare stomach, the feeling faded, although feeling his hands on his bare stomach was lovely too.
He carried on, ‘Her boyfriend said he was too busy to come. Then when we were alone the next day as I was moving stuff out, he spoke to me.’ ‘I don’t know how you’ve managed it without a job, but I’m glad to be rid of you.’ he told me, sounding really nasty as he always did when he spoke to me alone.’
‘But I’ll be checking nothing is missing after you’ve gone.’ I just glared at him and said nothing. I was leaving so I saw no point in stiring up trouble.’ As Cliff reached and massaged his head, he was puzzled. He could understand about not liking someone, but the bit about anything missing seemed a strange thing to say.
‘You’re doing fine,’ Cliff told him. ‘Now I want you to turn over again and I’ll go down your back. This time, when I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of the back of your loose trousers and pause for ten seconds. Call out ‘Pass’ and I’ll let go and move on down.’
‘Stay silent, and I’ll slide one hand down inside your trousers and massage your cheeks, one at a time, directly on your shorts. I’m sure you realise that that will feel much nicer and more relaxing than over your trousers.’
As he turned over, Dean was thinking how nice that would feel. He had lost all fear by now of being touched by Cliff in places that had given him such pain and embarrassment in the past. As Cliff massaged his bare shoulders, Dean was in heaven and struggled to resume his tale.
‘It took us a week or two to get used to sharing the flat, and to get used to each other’s foibles, but we had no quarrels and we were both happy. That lasted for six months, and when I visited Uncle George, even he noticed and commented on how much happier I was.’
‘I don’t think he liked mum’s new man either, so I think he decided it was that which had made me move.’ ‘And was there something else?’ Cliff asked. Dean went silent, Cliff had taken hold of the back of his trousers, so he didn’t dare speak.
He didn’t want him to mistake any noise he made for him saying pass. He counted ten to himself, then moments later he felt the back of his trousers lift up. As Cliffs other hand slid down inside on his shorts, the feeling running through his cheek was wonderful.
Dean couldn’t stop himself crying out, ‘That feels so nice.’ As Cliff massaged all over it, and then did the other cheek, Dean was making a continuous happy moaning noise. Then as Cliffs hand came out, he screamed in delight.
It didn’t just slide out as it had slid in. Coming out, his index finger slid slowly up his crack. Even with his shorts in between, that felt so ecstatic. Then Cliff massaged over his cheeks again, but on top of his trousers this time.
That just reminded Dean how much better it had been with his hand inside. ‘I hope he’ll do the same on the way back up.’ he thought to himself. ‘Yes,’ Dean said answering the previous question, there is, but can I tell you about that when I tell you about losing my job?’
‘Sure, Cliff agreed, ‘Do them when you feel ready.’ As he massaged down Deans legs, he asked him if he’d had any girlfriends yet. ‘Not really,’ Dean told him.’ ‘So, you’re still a virgin then?’ Cliff asked. ‘No.’ Dean replied shaking his head.’