Chapter 3: More Than Just Shy

‘Say go when you’re ready.’ Lewis told him as he massaged straight on his temples. Jack lay still enjoying the massage and managed to make himself say go before too long.

Lewis massaged his shoulders and moved down onto his chest as he said, ‘We’ll come back to your friends shortly. Tell me what you do like or don’t like about doing sports at school.’ As he moved onto his stomach mound Jack said, ‘I don’t particularly like sports. I don’t mind watching some of them occasionally but doing them doesn’t appeal. I quite like swimming when I’m on my own or with Kent or Baron but not with the school.’

As he spoke Lewis had moved over his stomach and up onto the front of his trousers. Jack didn’t notice at first, concentrating on his story. Suddenly realising Lewis’s hand had just moved over the top of his cock he went tense and called out, ‘Stop.’

Lewis returned to his temples immediately. ‘Now,’ he said, ‘Think about what just happened. My hand massaged much further down that time. Even so, you didn’t shout stop because it was hurting you or even bothering you, you were too busy talking. You only shouted stop when you suddenly realised where my hand was. That means your shout of stop was not because of my touch, it was because of the bad memories of the touch of those who hurt you.’

‘Just keep in your mind that they are not here and nothing I do will hurt you.’ He smiled at him, ‘But having said that, you can still say stop as often as you want, ok?’ ‘Ok,’ Jack said returning his smile. ‘Thank you.’

Lewis kept massaging his temples then Jack said, ‘Go.’ As he moved down over his chest he asked, ‘Which of these do you dislike the most? Can you list them in order? One for the one you dislike most through to number three. Taking part in a crowd. Getting changed in a crowd. Being seen in shorts by a crowd.’

He gave him a few moments to consider then as he passed over his stomach he asked, ‘Which of those three do you dislike most?’ ‘Number two.’ Jack said sounding down as he spoke. ‘The second one?’ Lewis asked. ‘Being in shorts in a crowd,’ Jack answered. ‘So, the third one is taking part in something in a crowd.’ Lewis said.

‘Thank you for sharing that with me, it helps a lot. Now whilst you were thinking your answers through and telling me, I kept massaging. Look where my hands are now.’

Jack looked down and saw his knees being massaged. He could feel Lewis’s hands too. ‘I can feel your hands as well,’ he said, ‘So why didn’t I feel them higher up?’ ‘You did,’ Lewis said, ‘But because your mind was busy answering questions, your subconscious told your brain, ‘I’m being massaged in a delicate spot, but not only is it not hurting me, it feels nice.’ That’s why it didn’t set off any alarm bells.’

‘That’s good, but I want your conscious mind to feel that way too. So, when I come back up, I’ll stop questions whilst I pass over the area of your shorts so you can concentrate on what is happening.’

‘When you’re going swimming or to do PT,’ Lewis asked, ‘Do you wear your swimming costume or your PT shorts under your trousers?’ ‘Yes,’ Jack answered. Lewis smiled at him, ‘Lots of people do that,’ he said, ‘For convenience. But that’s not why you do it is it?’ ‘No,’ Jack answered quietly.

As Lewis reached the top of his thighs he said, ‘Remember you have done this once already, and it didn’t hurt you.’ Jack tensed up as Lewis’s hands moved up over his cock. His tension increased and he opened his mouth to cry stop.

But as Lewis’s hands kept moving, he suddenly realised he was actually getting a nice feeling from his touch. Amazed, he felt his body relax and as Lewis’s hands moved off his trousers onto his stomach he felt so much more at ease.’

‘Very well done,’ Lewis told him. ‘I suspect that next time I do that area you won’t even tense up at all.’ Moving on up, Lewis asked, ‘When you get changed after PT, do you leave your shorts on?’ ‘Yes.’ came the reply. ‘So how do you cope after swimming?’ Lewis asked him.

‘It’s difficult,’ Jack said, ‘I want to be dry before I get dressed, but taking my costume off, getting dry and getting dressed but keeping covered up at the same time is a nightmare.’

As he reached his shoulders Lewis asked, ‘Do a lot of the other boys just strip off and move around naked?’ ‘Yes.’ Jack said as Lewis massaged his head and took his hands away.

Lewis smiled at him, ‘You’re doing really well now,’ he said. ‘In a moment I want you to turn over again so I can go down your back. But first I’d like to measure your heartbeat. Can you pull your top up above your nipples?’

Jack did, exposing a roll of fat around his waist and a chest that was padded rather than muscular. He had a good patch of hairs which were light coloured to match his head.

Lewis rested his fingertips on his chest just below Jacks left nipple. He felt his heart beating and counted seventy-eight beats per minute. ‘That’s good,’ he told him, ‘It shows you are relaxing.’

‘Now, I’m going to do a little experiment. I’ll run a finger once over your stomach on your skin, then once over your top. I want you to close your eyes and think about how they feel. Then I’ll ask you a question. Ready?’ Jack nodded and closed his eyes.

Lewis rested his index finger just below the bottom of Jacks breastbone. Then he drew it lightly down until it reached his trousers. Jack was smiling he noticed. Lifting it off, he pulled Jacks top down to cover his front, then repeated the movement.

‘Ok,’ Lewis said, ‘Now can you tell me which of those two felt the nicest.’ ‘The first one.’ Jack said without any hesitation. ‘Good,’ Lewis said. ‘Can you tell me why?’ ‘Probably because it was on the skin.’ Jack sat. ‘Spot on,’ Lewis told him. ‘Now, remembering that there are only two of us here not a crowd, and that I have already seen your bare front, I’d like you to think about taking your top off altogether before you turn over.’

‘Not only will that help you relax even more with me, as you have just said, the massage will feel nicer too. But remember there’s no pressure, it’s your decision. Once you’ve decided, turn over.’

Jack looked up at him. Since coping with the massage over his trousers he had lost his fear of Lewis’s touch. Knowing how quickly he reacted when he called stop, he sat up. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he threw it over onto the armchair.

As he lay down and turned over, Lewis could see his man boobs. They were not yet excessive, but definitely there. Once on his front, his back didn’t look too bad, the fat was mainly at the front.

Massaging the back of his head Lewis told him, ‘You don’t need to say go anymore, I’m happy that you feel able to use stop anytime you need to.’ As he moved down onto his bare shoulders, he asked, ‘How do you feel when you see the other boys messing about naked.’

‘Embarrassed,’ Jack said, ‘And I try not to look.’ ‘But even so you can’t help but see their body’s and compare them to yours, can you?’ Lewis asked as he went down his back. ‘No,’ Jack admitted, ‘But I’m terrified that they might see me looking so I try to keep my back to them.’

‘Based on the glimpses you’ve had,’ Lewis asked as he moved up onto his cheeks, ‘Imagine if all the boys you get changed with were all naked and they all lined up against a wall. The boy at the end of the row on the left had the worst body, and the boy on the right had the best. Then you stripped off naked too and went to join them. Where do you think you would be placed?’

‘At or very near the lefthand end.’ Jack said sadly. ‘Now imagine everyone was re arranged into cock sizes,’ Lewis told him. ‘Smallest on the left and biggest on the right. Again, where would you be placed if you went to join them.’

‘Somewhere left of centre,’ Jack said, feeling surprised he could answer but glad his face was down on the settee. As he came up over his thighs Lewis asked, ‘Thinking of both of those last questions, where would Baron and Kent fit in?’

Jack thought for a moment and said, ‘For best body, Kent would be right of centre and Baron would be not far off left of centre.’ ‘What about the second one?’ Lewis asked. ‘Kent would still be right of centre and Baron would be on the left close to me.’ Jack told him.