Chapter 4: A First Hug At Fourteen

As he put his arms around him, he felt Callum stiffen up. ‘Relax,’ Lewis said, ‘Just copy me.’ Callum put his arms around Lewis and put his head on Lewis’s shoulder. Lewis had laid his own head on Callum’s.

A lovely feeling of happiness combined with security and wellbeing drifted through every bit of Callum. He could have sat there all night. As he felt him relaxing against him, Lewis moved one hand up and stroked the back of his head.

‘In a minute or two,’ Lewis said, ‘I’ll sit at the end of the settee. You can lie down with your head on my lap, then finish your tale. I don’t think you’ll have any problem telling me everything now, will you?’ ‘No.’ came the firm reply.

They sat in silence for a while then Callum said, ‘Lewis?’ ‘Yes?’ he asked, ‘This is so lovely,’ he told him, ‘This is the first hug I can remember ever having in my whole life.’ Lewis held him slightly tighter. ‘Well once you have a girlfriend,’ he told him, ‘You can both enjoy it as you make up for lost time.’

Lewis held him longer than he had intended then as they changed positions he told him, ‘We’ll have another hug before we go.’

Once they were settled, Lewis put one hand on Callum’s head and one flat over his soft cock. As he stroked his head he told him, ‘First of all, tell me about the last five dreams.’

Callum gave a big sigh. ‘I never dreamt that I’d ever be able to tell anyone about this,’ he said. ‘It’ll be so good to get it off my chest.’

‘The first three involve a mate of Normans.’ Callum began. ‘Mum had gone into hospital for a few days, it was about six months ago. It was something to do with her ovaries. She went in early one morning and I went to school as usual.’

‘When I came home that evening, Norman was sitting in the lounge with a mate of his. I’d seen him a couple of times before, but I tended to steer clear of Norman and his mates as much as possible, they were always trouble.’

‘Grant is staying for a few days.’ he said. ‘Ok,’ I answered, I saw no reason why it would affect me. I wondered where he was going to sleep as we only had three bedrooms but decided that was nothing to do with me.’

‘I knew if I stayed in, I’d end up having to cook for them and clean up after them. So, I made it look as if I was going into the kitchen then I slipped out through the back door.’

‘I went for a walk through the town and got myself a meal from the chippy. I didn’t get pocket money but there was an elderly man living nearby who still looked after his own garden. I had got talking to him one day and he told me he was finding some of the gardening hard going nowadays.’

‘I’d be happy to help out,’ I told him. ‘Thanks,’ he said, ‘But I don’t need anyone regularly, just on odd occasions.’ ‘That’s fine with me,’ I told him, ‘Just let me know the day before.’ I went and helped him for the day the following Saturday.’

‘It was so nice working in a tidy garden and in peaceful surroundings. George the old chap was really nice too. He talked to me as we worked and explained about the plants and why I was doing what I was doing.’

‘At lunch time he made us both sandwiches and we had a lovely cake afterwards. I liked it so much I wouldn’t have cared if I hadn’t got paid. When it was time for me to go, he said I’d been a pleasure to have around. He gave me fifty pounds.’

‘I can’t take all that.’ I protested. ‘Yes, you can,’ he said. ‘There might not be much off you, but you’re very fit and strong. You have worked as hard as any man. The minimum wage is eight pounds an hour so that is what I’ll pay you.’

‘Remember,’ he added, ‘If I hired a gardener to help me it would cost at least twice as much.’ I was made up. It was six weeks before he needed me again, but it’s meant I’ve always had a bit of cash.’

‘After I’d eaten my chippy meal, I went for a walk in the park then returned home. I went in through the back. The kitchen was in a right mess. As I went through Norman and Grant were sitting in the lounge drinking cans of beer.’

‘Where the hell have you been,’ he snarled, ‘We had to get our own dinner.’ ‘I had to go out,’ I said, ‘You should have asked me earlier.’ ‘Go and clean up the kitchen.’ he ordered.

‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m not your skivvy, you made the mess, you clean it up.’ I went upstairs and went to my room. It was gone eight by now, so I decided I’d have a shower and get into bed. I love reading so I’d be quite happy for the rest of the evening.’

‘I’d had my shower and had been reading in bed for about an hour when I heard the two of them coming upstairs. From the noise they were making it was plain they were both drunk. That should have alerted me after the last time, but because there were two of them, it didn’t cross my mind.’

‘I heard them going to the bathroom and being noisy, then suddenly my bedroom door burst open. The two of them rolled in and yanked my duvet off. I was just in shorts.’

‘Norman grabbed hold of my shoulders. Even drunk I was no match for him. He pulled me round so I was lying on top of him. He had his arms and legs around me holding me tight to him. We were lying at right angles across the bed.’

‘Then I felt Grant getting hold of my shorts. As I struggled, Norman said, ‘If you resist, I’ll give you a kidney punch.’ I could still remember the last one he had given me. Grant yanked my shorts off then nothing happened for several moments.’

‘He must have been getting undressed because the next minute I felt his hard cock forcing its way up my bum. I screamed out in pain. Norman ignored it and just kept me locked in place as Grant thrust in and out as hard and fast as he could. I felt as if he was tearing my insides apart.’

‘Soon he was going even faster and harder. The pain was even worse. Then as he gave some hard thrusts in and screamed out happily, I felt four jets of his cum shooting up my bum.’

‘Moments later all my insides started stinging. Grants cock shrank quickly so some of the pain disappeared. But the stinging kept going. I remembered that last time it had taken twenty-four hours or more to stop.’

‘As Grant slipped out, Norman let go of me. But before I could move Grant had hold of me. He was just as strong as Norman. He pulled me down on the bed on top of him in the same position as Norman had had me.’

‘Norman then stripped off and shoved his cock up my bum. He was bigger than Grant and I was expecting even more pain like it had been on the previous occasion. But although he rammed himself in hard, the pain never came.’

‘The stinging kept going, and him going in and out was sore, but it seemed less than when Grant had done it. Although once he fired the stinging got even worse.’

‘After he had shot, he shrank quickly and got up. The two of them just picked up their clothes and staggered off to Normans room. I have no idea how they slept, but Norman, like me, just had a basic single bed.’

‘What did you do then?’ Lewis asked. ‘I went and had another shower,’ Callum told him. ‘I took the spray off, got the hose as gentle as I could and checked the temperature. Then I pressed it against the opening to my bum.’

‘I didn’t hold it in place long, because I thought I’d remembered reading it could be dangerous. But it eased it quite a bit. After I’d had the shower, the stinging was still there, but it wasn’t as bad. I went back to my room and closed the door.’

‘There are no locks on the bedroom doors, but I wedged a chair under the handle. I eventually drifted off to sleep. When my alarm went off, I was still stinging but it had eased some more. My bum still felt delicate too.’

‘I opened the bedroom door and listened. There was no sound, so I went to the toilet which was very painful. I got ready for school, then just before I left, I listened at Normans bedroom door. All I could hear was snoring.’