Chapter 8 : Uncovering Phillips Past

‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘I know what happened at work and I know you are eighteen, but I know nothing else about you. When we’ve finished our coffee, I want you to give me a quick tour of your flat, then tell me all about your life before you came to live here.’

Soon they got up and Phillip led the way. From the kitchen come dining area they went through to a medium sized lounge off which was a small bedroom and a bathroom. The lounge had a settee, one armchair and a big TV on the wall. The bedroom had a wide single bed which was made. On the wall were two posters, one was of a female film star in a skimpy bikini. The other of a male pop singer in skimpy swim shorts. He was muscular and well hung.

The flat overall was clean and reasonably tidy. Phillip had already told him that he had only got home about ten minutes before Lewis arrived, so he knew this was the normal state of the flat.

They returned to the lounge. Lewis sat at the end of the settee and asked Phillip to lie down with his head on Lewis’s lap. ‘Tell me about your life before you moved here,’ he asked. Phillip told him his mum had died about three years ago. He had never got on very well with his dad who always considered him a wimp. His elder brother was like his dad so two years ago he had left home. After a few weeks living rough he had been lucky enough to be put in a hostel. They had helped him get his present job then as he approached eighteen, they got him this flat. He had lived here for six months so far and loved it.

Lewis had rested one hand on his stomach and stroked his head gently as he spoke. He could almost feel Phillip relaxing. ‘Did your dad or your brother ever ill treat you physically?’ Lewis asked. There was a silence as Phillip struggle to answer. ‘If you want to leave that question until later, just say pass,’ Lewis told him. ‘Pass,’ Phillip said gratefully.

‘Have you had any medical problems in your life?’ Lewis asked him. ‘I broke an arm when I was twelve,’ Phillip said sounding uneasy. ‘Then I was in hospital for a few weeks when I was fifteen with heart palpitations.’ ‘What was the outcome of that?’ Lewis asked. ‘They did all sorts of tests but didn’t reach any conclusion,’ Phillip told him. ‘In the end they said my heart was fine and I’d grow out of it which I seemed to do as I’ve had no problem since.’

‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘What I’d like to do before we start delving into your mind, is give you some physical tests. I’ll check your lungs, heart and muscles. Are you ok with doing that?’ ‘Sure,’ Phillip said, ‘Just tell me what you want me to do.’

‘Stand up,’ Lewis said. ‘Now sit on the settee near the front.’ After looking at his eyes and into his mouth, he said, ‘Can you take your top things off so I can sound your chest.’ Phillip stood up and pulled his top off. He was chubby, he had a small patch of hair on his chest which had more padding than muscles. His stomach was also decidedly rounded with a deep belly button.

As instructed, Phillip put his hands behind his head and took some deep breaths, holding each one whilst Lewis sounded front and back. Telling him to put his arms down Lewis said, ‘Well your chest is nice and clear, I take it you don’t smoke?’ Phillip shook his head, ‘Never,’ he said.

‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘We’ll do some more tests later, for now lie down on the settee.’ Once settled Lewis sat at his side. ‘In a moment I’m going to ask you to turn over. Then I’m going to massage your back from head to toe and back again. Whilst I do that, I’ll be asking you some personal questions. Don’t forget you can say pass anytime you want but remember that until you can tell me everything, we can’t succeed.’

‘If you’re ok with that, turn over.’ Phillip turned onto his front and made himself comfortable. This wasn’t turning out a bit like he thought it would, he was feeling far more relaxed than he ever expected. It was also sounding as if it might be enjoyable too. Not quite the terrible ordeal he had expected.

Lewis put his hands on the back of Phillips head and started massaging. ‘Tell me how your brothers body compared to yours,’ he asked. As he moved down his back, Phillip told him, ‘He was a few inches taller than me with broad shoulders and muscles everywhere.’ As Lewis’s hands moved down over his trousers he asked, ‘How would you describe his attitude and personality?’ ‘He was everything that I wasn’t,’ Phillip told him. ‘He was aggressive and happy to lash out, whilst I was quiet, shy and wouldn’t hurt a soul.’

As he went down the back of his legs Lewis asked, ‘Did he take after your dad?’ ‘Yes,’ came the reply, ‘They were like peas in a pod.’ Coming back up his legs and massaging his cheeks Lewis said, ‘So I assume you took after your mum?’ ‘Yes,’ Phillip said with a catch in his voice. ‘So, you were the lucky one.’ Lewis told him as he went up his back and returned to massaging his head.

Turn over Lewis said. Phillip turned then asked, ‘How do you mean, lucky.’ Starting down his chest, Lewis told him, ‘Well you take after the nice person in the family. Would you really want to be like your brother?’ Phillip looked at him startled. ‘I’ve always envied him and wanted to be like him,’ he said, ‘But hearing you put it like that, no I would not.’

Lewis smiled at him as he moved onto his stomach. ‘Am I right in thinking that as well as everything else, your brother had a much bigger cock than you?’ Phillip went bright red. ‘Yes,’ he stammered, ‘How did you know?’ ‘An educated guess,’ Lewis said with a smile.

Moving onto the front of his trousers Lewis asked, ‘Are you a virgin? Phillip went bright red again then as Lewis moved down over the front of his trousers he whispered, ‘Yes.’ Going on down his legs Lewis asked, ‘Why do you think you haven’t lost it yet?’

There was silence as Lewis returned up his legs, then as he passed his knees Phillip answered, ‘I’ve never really had a proper girlfriend.’ Lewis smiled at him. ‘There are lots of people who could say the same,’ he told him, ‘Why do you think it has happened to you.’

By now Lewis was massaging up his hips and over his bulge which was so soft it was hardly noticeable. ‘Well, I suppose mainly because I’m shy,’ Phillip answered, ‘But when I took a girl out when I was fourteen the first time that I took her home my brother made such a show of me she refused to go out with me again. Then after that, ‘he continued, ‘My mum died, then I left home and there’s really been no opportunity since.’

Moving on up over his stomach to his chest as he spoke, Lewis said, ‘When you started your teens, how did you get on with the other boys in your year at school?’ Massaging his chest whilst Phillip thought Lewis waited for him to respond. ‘Ok, I suppose,’ Phillip said, ‘I didn’t really have any trouble apart from being picked on occasionally, but I only had one that I would call a good friend.’

‘Tell me about him in a moment,’ Lewis said. ‘First, think of all the things you have told me so far. Who else have you given that information to in the past?’ It took Phillip just five seconds to answer, ‘No one, no one ever,’ came his reply.

‘Do you feel embarrassed when you think of all the information, I now have about you?’ Lewis asked. Phillip thought for a brief moment and sounding surprised he said, ‘No not at all.’ ‘I’m easy to talk to,’ Lewis told him, ‘But it’s also partly because you have felt able to take your top off.’

As Phillip looked puzzled Lewis explained about uncovering his body and mind together. ‘Now,’ Lewis said, ‘You’re doing very well so far. What I want you to do now is choose between standing still or moving on. To stand still turn over and I’ll just repeat what we just did on your back.’