Chapter 2: Massaging Michael

Lewis started stroking his cock slowly and gently. Then he reached between Michaels legs and took hold of his balls. As he continued the movement on his cock, he played carefully with his balls at the same time.

Michael’s cock was throbbing in his grip as his fingers moved up and down it, clearly Michael was enjoying the sensation. He had his eyes shut and a happy grin on his face. ‘As you lie there, why don’t you dream that what you are feeling is someone you have already dreamt about firing you.’ Lewis said.

Michael’s cock throbbed even more at the suggestion. Lewis speeded up his movement on his cock and continued to play with his balls. As he did, he studied Michaels body and thought how lucky he was to have such a good shape.

Speeding up a little he started to hear little moans escaping from Michael, especially each time his hand went downwards. Then taking his hand off his balls, Lewis moved it round and ran it through his pubic hairs. That brought more happy moans from Michael so for the rest of the time Lewis alternated between his hairs and his balls.

Meanwhile his other hand was still moving steadily up and down. Whatever Michael was dreaming about, it was certainly keeping him rock hard. Speeding up once more, Lewis moved his other hand back to his balls. Michaels moans increased in volume as Lewis gently massaged them. Then as he moved his hand back to run his fingers through his hairs, he increased his speed once more.

He saw Michaels abdominal muscles tensing up, then he felt his cock swell in his fingers. As Michael cried out, ‘I’m coming,’ his cock throbbed as it pumped out all his cum. Michael let out a scream of ecstasy as all his cum pumped out, only fading away as the jet of cum faded away and his cock started to shrink.

As it stopped, Lewis laid his cock down in his hairs and looked at the lake of cum on Michael’s chest. He reached over to the back of the settee to the wad of tissue he had left handy. Mopping up the worst of it, he got up and went to the bathroom. Returning with a damp cloth and a towel, he wiped his chest down with the damp cloth. Michael still had his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face. After drying his chest with the towel, Lewis picked his cock up and slid his foreskin back. As he gently wiped the exposed tip, Michael opened his eyes, gave a shiver, and said, ‘Ooh that’s lovely.’ As he let the tip get swallowed up again Lewis smiled at him and asked, ‘Who did you dream about?’ Caught unawares and still lost in the memory of the lovely sensation. Michael answered, ‘Dudley,’ then said, ‘Ooops.’

‘No problem,’ Lewis said, ‘I suspected it might be but he certainly won’t hear it from me.’ Michael grinned at him, ‘I know,’ he said, ‘A little bird told me talking to you is like talking to a doctor or a priest.’ ‘Sit up,’ Lewis told him. When he did, Lewis put his arms around him and hugged him. Michael returned the hug happily, then moved his head to kiss him on the lips. After a long kiss, they parted.

‘Stay sitting up,, ‘ Lewis told him as he stood up and moved to the end of the settee. Sitting down, he guided Michael’s head down onto his lap. Once he was settled, Lewis rested a hand on his head and one on his abdomen.

‘Ok,’ he said, ‘Start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened. Remember you were forced to do it, so it wasn’t your fault.’ As Michael started to speak, Lewis massaged his head gently, leaving his hand on his abdomen still.

‘Everyone working in the home was lovely,’ Michael began, ‘Except Gordon. He was the youngest employee and the nastiest. He was rough and inconsiderate and how he ever got the job I have no idea. When we had a bath or a shower, the locks on the door had a fitting outside so they could be opened with a special key. Apparently there had been a few medical emergencies over the years requiring the door to be broken down.’

‘It wasn’t uncommon when you were in the bath or the shower for Gordon to let himself in and stare at you. The first time he did it to me I told him to get out and if he ever did it again, I’d press the alarm button and report him.’

‘He glared at me and said, ‘You be careful, it’s easy to have an accident.’ Then he stalked out. A while later a group of us were sitting in the garden chatting. Billy, the youngest in the home at the time at twelve said that he didn’t like Gordon coming in when he was having a bath and insisting on washing him, especially his privates.’

‘A few of the others said he had tried or done similar things to them. When I told them what I had done they all though I was brave as Gordon had terrified them and told them of all sorts of terrible accidents that might happen to them if they reported him.’

‘I didn’t say anything to them, but I decided he should be stopped. It seemed from what everyone said that it was Billy who was getting the most visits. I chatted to him and discovered he always went for a bath on a Wednesday when he got in from school, about four thirty.’

‘The overall charge of the home was in the hands of a lady, Mrs Cook. She was very efficient and quite intimidating when you first met her. However, I’d been there a year by then, so I’d got to know her and discovered she was very kind.’

‘I went to see her and told her I didn’t want to make an official complaint because I feared repercussions, but there was something going on that I thought she should know about. She was brilliant, she said,’ ‘If you reported something to me, I’d have to make it official. But suppose you had a dream that was troubling you. If you told me all about it, that would be something private that could remain just between us.’

‘It took me a few minutes to work out what she was on about then I twigged. I gave her a big smile and said, ‘Mrs Cook, I’ve been having a nightmare. I think if I could tell you about it, it would go away.’

In her office, apart from her desk, there was an area with three armchairs and a little table. ‘Come and sit in comfort,’ she said, ‘And when you’re ready, tell me all about your dream.’

‘So, I got comfortable then I said, I had a dream the other night that I was living in a home with some other boys, one of whom was only twelve. None of us actually wanted to be in a home, but circumstances had put us there. We were very lucky because all the staff bar one who looked after us were very nice and did their best to make it as much like a proper home as they could. One day a group of boys who lived there were sitting talking.’

‘The twelve-year-old told us that he didn’t like it when a male member of staff came in through the locked bathroom door. Then he came over to the bath and insisted on washing his private parts. Afterwards threatening him what terrible things would befall if he ever told anyone. Then the others in the group all said they had had similar experiences. Some had, like me, told him to go away and said if he did it again, they would press the alarm button and report him. But quite a few had felt they had to put up with it, even some of the older boys having to submit, under threat, to being washed by him.’

‘So, I dreamt that I talked to the twelve-year-old and discovered that it happened to him the most, and always at four thirty on a Wednesday. Then I dreamt that I went to see the person in charge and explained what was happening. On the next Wednesday they made sure that they were near the bathroom at four thirty. They saw the man open the locked door with his special key.’

‘I dreamt that after waiting a few minutes, the person in charge quietly opened the now unlocked door and went in. Then I dreamt that they saw Gordon on his knees by the bath, with his hands in the bath playing with the twelve-year-olds privates. Then I dreamt that the problem was sorted, and everyone lived happily ever after.’