Chapter 3: Steven Plants An Idea

‘I did wonder if it was some sort of tribute to Aunt Jessie,’ Steven said musingly, ‘But that didn’t seem in character.’ As he spoke Lewis had undone his belt. Suddenly realising Steven said, ‘Stop.’

‘When did he do that?’ Lewis asked as he passed on down his front. ‘Sometime in the first couple of weeks after she had gone,’ Steven told him. ‘I didn’t notice it at first as it was down the bottom of the garden. I had done all the gardening since I arrived but with all the cooking and cleaning, I hadn’t been in the garden for a while.’

Starting up from his feet again Lewis said, ‘Perhaps he was fond of her in his own way and missing her.’ ‘You’ve obviously never met him,’ Steven said. ‘Being fond of anyone other than himself seems very unlikely.’

‘How do you get on with the other boys at school?’ Lewis asked as he moved up his thighs. ‘Ok, sort of,’ Steven said. ‘They’re friendly enough and no one gives me any problems, but I don’t really mix much.’ As he finished speaking Lewis reached the top of his thighs. Steven just watched as his hands massaged all over the front of his trousers. He showed no reaction to it, even when Lewis’s hand passed over his cock.

As Lewis neared his waist he asked, ‘Do you have any special friends at school?’ He took hold of the waist of his trousers and waited. Steven, thinking about the question, said nothing. Lewis undid the button and paused.

Steven said, ‘No, not really. I’ve never been in a position to ask anyone home, so no one invites me either. Plus, I’m not sporty either.’ Whilst he spoke Lewis had slid his zip down and moved on up onto his bare stomach.

Steven suddenly realised the front of his trousers were completely undone. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed and panicked. But he was fast realising that Lewis was not someone who hurt people and was feeling at ease with him. He relaxed and enjoyed the gentle touch on his chest.

‘Are there any other boys as quiet and shy as you that you know?’ Lewis asked as he moved up his chest to his shoulders. ‘Yes, a couple,’ Steven replied. ‘Don’t you mix with them either?’ Lewis asked as he massaged his head.

‘No, I tend to keep myself to myself.’ he said. Lewis remembered he had found him sitting quietly alone in a corner of the playground reading.

‘You’re doing very well,’ he said. ‘You haven’t tensed up at all as I came up last time. You have felt able to take your top things off and let me massage on your skin. Now your trousers are undone so your stomach is nicely relaxed.’

‘In a moment I want you to turn over so I can go down your back again. Because your trousers are loose, when I reach your waist, I’ll massage inside your trousers but over your shorts. That will relax you tremendously. But remember that relax is the important word. If it will make you tense just say stop and I’ll go down the outside.’

‘When you’re ready to try, turn over.’ Steven turned right away. He didn’t think he would be able to let Lewis do what he said, but he definitely wanted to try. He was hoping so much that Lewis would have a solution to his problem.

Massaging his head then moving down onto his shoulders, Lewis asked, ‘You already told me you weren’t very bright. But you are obviously good at gardening, do you have any other skills?’

‘I’m quite good at woodwork and metalwork,’ he said. ‘Actually, metalwork is the only time I’ve come anywhere near the top of the class.’ ‘So, forgetting qualifications, what sort of full-time job do you think you could do, and would like to do, after you leave school?’

Lewis massaged down his back as he thought about it. As he started to answer, Lewis took hold of the loose waist of his trousers and paused. ‘I’d be happy as a gardener, a motor mechanic or something in the building line,’ he said. ‘I think I’d be able to learn to do any of them.’

Then he realised Lewis’s hand was inside the back of his trousers and massaging on his cheek over his shorts. He opened his mouth to scream stop and went rigid. Lewis sensed it and pulled his hand out immediately. But the scream never came. Steven had gone to scream because of his terrible experiences. But before he could let it out, he realised how gentle Lewis’s touch was. His tension faded.

‘Sorry,’ he called out, ‘I overreacted. Can you try that again?’ ‘Are you sure?’ Lewis asked putting his hand back on his waist. ‘Yes, I should know by now that you won’t hurt me.’ he said, ‘With a slight stress on the ‘you.’

‘You won’t offend me if you say stop,’ Lewis told him as he massaged slowly down inside his trousers. This time Steven remained relaxed as his hand moved all over his firm cheeks. Then when Lewis moved his hand over onto the other cheek, he did cry out. But this time it was a happy cry.

Lewis took his hand out, then said, ‘That was an amazing leap forward. Let’s strike whilst the iron is hot. I’m going to repeat that bit again. Then try and do as much of the back of your legs on the skin that I can reach.’

‘When I do, if you feel ready, lift your hips and I’ll slide your trousers down and massage all of the back of your legs on the skin.’ He placed his hand back on the bare skin of the bottom of Steven’s back, then moved slowly down inside, massaging all over both cheeks.

Steven remained completely relaxed again and made more happy noises. Lewis moved on down the back of his thighs. He could only reach halfway down inside each of his trouser legs, then as he started to draw his hand out, Steven lifted his hips.

Sliding his trousers down to his ankles, Lewis massaged all over the skin of both legs. Then checking the time, he saw it was half six. ‘You have done really well,’ Lewis said. ‘We are going to stop in a moment and carry on again tomorrow.’

‘If you want to you can get up and get dressed now. But it would help you unwind even more tomorrow if you could do a couple of other things first. Remember there is absolutely no pressure. So, either get up and get dressed, or turn over on your back.’

Steven didn’t hesitate, he turned over and lay on his back, looking completely relaxed. Lewis smiled at him, ‘Apart from anything connected with your problem, when was the last time anyone saw you lying like that?’ he asked.

‘I don’t think anyone ever has,’ Steven said. ‘How do you feel having me looking at you as you are?’ he asked. ‘It’s unbelievable.’ he said, ‘But it’s not bothering me at all.’ ‘Sit up,’ Lewis told him and held his arms out.

Steven sat up and as Lewis put his arms around him, he relaxed into him, put his head on his shoulder and his arms around him too. Lewis just held him quietly.

Then he said, ‘One way or another, we two are going to sort your problem out very soon. You might have to suffer a bit longer but just remember the end is near.’ He kissed his head and said, ‘Get dressed now.’

As he got dressed Steven looked at him and said, ‘Do you know what my problem is?’ ‘It’s never possible to be certain at this stage,’ Lewis told him, ‘But I would place a bet on it.’ ‘But how,’ Steven said, ‘I haven’t told you anything.’ ‘You’d be surprised what you’ve told me,’ Lewis said, ‘But I’ll tell you more when we get further ahead. Just let me say that if I’m right, you’re not alone, I’ve dealt with several similar cases. Successfully.’ he added.

‘You’ve got plenty of time to get home,’ he said. ‘I’ll see you here again tomorrow.’ Steven came up to him and hesitated. ‘It’s ok,’ Lewis told him. ‘Never be frightened to hug a friend.’ They hugged and Lewis showed him out.

Steven walked home, dreading getting there but feeling much lighter hearted at the thought his torture might soon end.

THURSDAY

Although his night was rough, the next day at school he felt lighter in his heart than he had done for ages. His evening with Lewis had made such a difference. It had implanted one feeling in his mind. Hope.

After school he wandered around anxious for the time to go to the shop to arrive. At ten to five he went in. Mike and Lewis were serving customers. Mike spotted him first and gave him a big smile. He waved and pointed to the back room.