The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 1: Unique Not Abnormal
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 1: Unique Not Abnormal - 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 Dean had turned over and Cliff had seen that his shorts had gone down at the front too, he was amazed at what he saw. As he started massaging down his chest, he kept looking at it. All the cocks he’d seen previously had been of varying lengths, even when soft.
They had also been various thickness’s, again even when soft. And that length and thickness had been clearly visible. But Deans cock looked like the centre core of his cock had been removed, and the remaining outer skin had just been allowed to drop in a heap.
His small foreskin on the top of the heap, looked normal. As he tried to think of a comparison, all Cliff could come up with was a very small dollop of dog poo on a flat surface, one small ring on top of another. The tip was hardly showing above his hairs.
From what he could see, it couldn’t be sticking up more than an inch from his body. As he massaged his chest, Dean announced, ‘I think I’d better tell you about losing my job now. Also, why I left home and how come I’m not a virgin but haven’t had a girlfriend.’
‘It’s great that you feel ready to do that,’ Cliff told him. ‘When I massage down your front, as your shorts are so far down already, I’ll take them off as I go. I won’t ask you any questions, just tell me in your own way in your own time.’
‘If you need to stop talking for any reason, just continue when you feel ready.’ Dean looked down his front. He had realised as he turned over that his shorts had gone down and uncovered his cock, but to his surprise, it simply didn’t bother him that Cliff could see it.
‘Off you go.’ Cliff prompted as he reached the bottom of his chest. Dean was feeling very excited and he remained silent. He was really happy, that having seen Cliff studying his cock and then looking surprised, that Cliff hadn’t laughed at it, or poked fun about it as others had done.
So, he started his tale. ‘There were two lads, me and Dexter, at work,’ Dean began, ‘Plus the boss and his wife Enid. Me, Dexter and Enid, did a rota of five days a week, so some days there was me and Enid, others Dexter and Enid and some days me and Dexter.’
‘One day when Dexter and I were on together, the boss came in midday and called me and Dexter into the office, whilst Enid took over.’
He told us that over the past few weeks, money had been going missing from the daily takings.’
At that point Dean went silent, Cliff had massaged down over his stomach and was now halfway down his abdomen. A lovely feeling was rolling through him as he watched and felt Cliffs hands run through his forest of hairs and then over his cock.
No one had ever touched his cock so gently before, and feeling it sent wonderful shivers through him. Then as Cliffs hands moved on down his thighs, the feelings took ages to fade, but he resumed his story. ‘When I noticed it, I started keeping a tighter check, the boss told us.’
‘It only happens when you two are on together. So, it would appear that either one of you is taking it, or you are in it together.’ ‘I assured him that I’d never stolen anything in my life. Then Dexter said the same. ‘Well, if the culprit admits it before ten a.m. tomorrow, I’m prepared to let them leave without taking any further action.’ he told us.
‘But if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to make it official.’ He looked at both of us and waited. ‘Well, I certainly didn’t take anything.’ I assured him. ‘Nor me.’ Dexter said. ‘Well, I’ll wait until ten o’clock in the morning in the hope that one or both of you change your minds.’ he told us.
‘Go home now, you’re both suspended. And unless you are coming in to admit it, you’re suspended for tomorrow too.’ As Dexter and I walked away, we each told the other ‘It wasn’t me.’ ‘What do you think will happen?’ I asked Dexter. ‘Probably nothing,’ he said confidently. He’s got no proof, otherwise he would have called the police.’
As Cliffs hands moved close to the top of his thighs, Dean felt the lovely sensation again that he had felt previously. It seemed to come from deep inside him. The feeling of Cliffs hands on the skin where few people had ever seen or touched was so exciting.
Then when they reached and massaged all over his cock and his forest of hairs, he cried out in delight at the feeling. As they passed over his cock, sliding over the skin, it sent a strange sensation running through him. Then as Cliffs hands moved out of his hairs onto his abdomen, Dean cried out.
‘Somethings happening to my cock and I can’t stop it.’ he called out sounding upset. Cliff looked at it and saw the most amazing sight he had ever seen. Dean was getting a hard on, but instead of standing up, it was just expanding directly upwards.
Watching it reminded Cliff of a a film he’s seen of a snake charmers snake rising out of a basket. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he assured Dean, ‘Just let yourself go and enjoy it.’ Dean gave him a relieved look and relaxed. Naturally his cock then grew even faster.
As it grew straight up, it had also swelled up thicker too. When it had come to a stop, it was at least six inches long and as thick as two of Cliffs thumbs. But though hard, the outer covering was still very loose, almost like it was covered in extra fat.
Cliff smiled at Dean and told him, ‘That was an amazing thing to see.’ He moved his hands back down and massaged gently all over it. It flexed in his hand and Dean cried out happily. ‘Feeling you holding it is so lovely.’ he admitted.
‘Holding it is nice too,’ Cliff assured him as he moved on down his legs. ‘Have you ever seen anyone else’s cock growing from soft to hard.’ ‘No,’ Dean replied. ‘I’ve seen three boys hard, and seen them go soft, but I didn’t see them growing.’
‘Is that all in your story?’ Cliff asked. Dean nodded so Cliff left that for now. ‘Do you know what it means when you go hard with someone watching you like I was?’ Cliff asked. ‘That you’re annoyed with me letting it happen?’ Dean asked, sounding sad.
‘Far from it,’ Cliff assured him. ‘It’s a big compliment to me and that makes me very happy. It’s also great for you.’ As Dean looked happy again, Cliff explained. ‘You can’t go hard in front of someone unless you feel completely safe and at ease with them.’
‘So, you doing it in front of me means we’re succeeding really well. You are almost as relaxed with me now as you can possibly be.’ As he reached the top of Deans thighs his cock was waving about in excited anticipation.
As Cliff massaged over Deans cock and through his hairs, Dean was howling with pleasure, and his cock was flexing happily. However, even that was different. Normally a flexing cock would flex up and down. Deans seemed to be going in all directions.
But he was plainly enjoying it just as much. As Cliff moved on up through his hairs and on to his stomach, he continued, ‘That you’re so at ease with me seeing and touching your cock is really good. Have you ever willingly let anyone else see your cock?’ Cliff asked him.
‘No, never.’ Dean answered as he remembered the occasions when he had been unwilling. ‘Why do you think you feel ok about letting me not only see it, but see it hard?’ Cliff asked. Dean thought for a moment. ‘I don’t really know,’ he admitted, ‘It amazes me. But I feel so safe with you, so that’s probably why.’
As Cliff reached his head, he held his arms out and told him to sit up. Dean did and went into them. He rested his head on Cliff’s shoulder, then as Cliff closed his arms around him, he put his arms around Cliff. ‘When did you last have a hug from a man?’ Cliff asked.
‘Not long before my dad died,’ Dean told him. ‘He was a lovely gentle person, just like you.’ ‘Thank you,’ Cliff told him, and kissed the top of his head. ‘That’s just like my dad used to do.’ Dean called out excitedly. He gave Cliff a bear hug.
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