Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 12:08:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Along Came Justin (2)

   Given his hasty retreat the previous day, and his somewhat mortified
reaction to the obvious boner my touching his thigh had generated, I wasn't
at all sure that Justin would be back. But, much to my delight, I answered
my door bell about mid-morning the following day to find the young cutie
standing there, his dazzling smile instantly melting my heart. Happy as I
was to see him, I couldn't quite ignore that nagging feeling of trepidation
that had hovered at the fringe of my mind all during our earlier encounter,
the strong sense that with this particular boy, I was apt to have great
difficulty in maintaining my usually strong resolve to not allow myself to
damn the torpedoes, and attempt a sexual relationship with a young boy.
This boy seemed to understand how to push all my buttons without even
trying, and I fully recognized that continued involvement with him was
fraught with dangerous consequences, but I was helpless to avoid him.

   Over the course of that weekend, Justin and I hung out, shooting hoops
again, and spending a large block of time in the video arcade at the condo
complex. I had even met his Mother, a pleasant enough woman, if a tad
harried with her busy life of raising a teenage boy while struggling with a
career, and every bit of overtime hours she could secure to ensure their
lives, and comforts. With her permission, Justin and I had climbed aboard
my Mustang, and gone off premise, as it were, to a burger joint of some
local fame, and eagerly scarfed down mammoth portions of greasy burgers,
and heavily salted fries, all washed down with super-sized sodas. The boy
might be slight of build, but, his appetite easily matched that of any
varsity linebacker, and I had to chuckle, as I watched this hundred pound
boy quaff what had to be a third of his body weight in food.

   Much to my delight, Justin had continued to wear the unfashionable
short, and snug, little shorts that he had been wearing when I had first
laid eyes on him, and the brightly colored tee shirts he seemed to favor,
and, his habitual dragging up of the shirt hem to swab at his brow afforded
me ample opportunity to salivate over his exposed tummy, and chest as he
did so. Additionally, the shorts were snug fitting, and provided just
enough of a hint at the treasures that lurked within to keep me struggling
to not openly stare at his crotch, or his perfect little butt. All of that
coupled with his mostly exposed legs, so trim, and smooth, with just the
lightest of a golden down beginning to surface on his lower legs was more
than ample to keep my motor running at maximum rpm.

   Our calorie laden repast finished, I suggested a walk in the large city
park across from the burger joint, and Justin agreed, so we crossed at the
light, and entered the park. Being Sunday, there were people everywhere,
families, Moms with children and dogs, and a fair number of teenagers
playing baseball, or Frisbee on the large expanses of lawn. Justin and I
walked, just chatting casually about our earlier video game, or basketball
head-to-heads, and enjoyed the warm sunshine, and the near perfect day. As
we approached a playground structure, Justin excitedly headed toward the
huge slide, one of those that you are required to climb about a hundred
steps to reach the top of, and then go flying down, undulating over various
moguls that are interspersed over the length of the slide, finally
catapulting off the end of the thing at breakneck speed, only to go
unceremoniously crashing into the sawdust pit at the end. Justin grabbed
onto my hand, tugging a reluctant me along, as he clamored up the stairs,
and, were it not for the absolutely breathtaking view of his firm little
butt in front of me, I very probably would not have continued the
climb. But, that stellar view of his perfect little mounds, and cleft, was
totally irresistible, so, I of course went along.

   Reaching the top finally, we were each distributed a large piece of
burlap material to sit on as we took the treacherous looking slide to
eternity, and Justin quickly arranged his on the flat portion of the slide,
then, planted his cute little butt right down on it. I mimicked him,
arranging my piece of burlap just behind him, then, climbed aboard directly
in back of him. The attendant inquired as to our readiness, and, when we
affirmed that we were good to go, he gave each of our backs a firm push,
and we were off. We careened down the huge metal slide, quickly gathering
mach speed, flying over the moguls on the edge of control, Justin screaming
joyfully, as I clung to my burlap sled in near terror.

   Justin reached the end of the ride just in front of me, his slender body
catapulting off the slide, and going air born over the pit of thick
sawdust, with me launching right behind him, totally out of control, and
barely resisting the strong urge to scream at the tops of my lungs. The
solo flight into the sawdust pit may well have trumped the terror of the
slid itself, in my mind, at least, and just before I ran out of momentum, I
saw from the corner of my eye Justin tumble headlong into the sawdust,
rolling as he landed, and kicking up large fluffy clouds of the soft
material as he went. I was next, suddenly crashing into the pillow-like
substance in a heap, rolling as he had done, and landing all but on top of
the grinning, giggling boy. My face, as the Gods would have it, ended up
planted squarely in Justin's crotch, him being sprawled flat on his back
with his shapely legs widely splayed. Time seemed to stand still for
several seconds, as the realization of my position dawned on me, and I
instantly focused every ounce of my concentration on the firm tubular shape
of his boyhood that was pressed against my cheek, and the satin-like
texture of his inner thigh, where my hand rested, a very scant distance
below the obvious lump of his balls.

   Oh God, I thought, he smells amazing, so fresh, and delicious, and as I
held deathly still, completely unwilling to ever relinquish my position, I
swear I actually felt his penis flex, and harden, against my cheek. Justin
too, was not moving, but simply lying there with my face pressed against
his growing boyhood, and I watched him, as his previously wide open eyes
slowly closed, and an expression of serenity crossed his sweet face. He
shuddered beneath me then, his lithe body quivering gently, and I again
felt a definite flexing of his boyhood against my cheek, and I so wanted to
just turn my head, and close my mouth around that very tumescent shaft, but
was sadly dissuaded, when strong, firm, hands suddenly gripped my
shoulders, and began tugging me to my feet.

   "Wow, that was some landing...are you guys both ok...?...they are supposed
to make sure of some separation up at the top before sending you down to
prevent this...is anybody hurt at all? The attendant asked, his large hands
swiping at the clinging sawdust on my shirt back.

   I looked down at Justin, and dropped my gaze to the delicious lump of
his erection poking at the snug shorts, then, forced myself to look into
his eyes, as I asked him,

   `You okay, Justin...?...nothing broken, or sprained, I hope...?"

   His face flushed sweetly, as soft pink color flooding his cheeks, as he
glanced briefly down at his swollen crotch, then, into my eyes, as he shook
his head, small specs of sawdust flying from his hair, as he replied,

   "No, I'm all good...everything is...working...okay, I think...actually, that
was pretty fun...you wanna go again, Rob...?"

   I laughed, shaking my head, as I bent down, and extended my hand to him,
which he grasped, as I pulled him to his feet, forcing myself to not look
down at his crotch. He bounced about, brushing sawdust from his body, and
assured the worried attendant that all was well. I seized the golden
opportunity to brush my palm over the glorious mounds of his taut little
ass, as I told him,

    "Not a chance, little dude...put your sweet little butt in peril again
if you like, but on your own...one a day, or maybe one, period, is enough
thrills for us old dudes."

   He giggled again, but finally agreed that perhaps the slide was just a
tad too extreme to chance a second time, so we thanked the concerned
attendant, and walked away, headed in the general direction of where I had
parked the Mustang. Justin giggled a lot as we walked, and kept glancing at
me with these shy little expressions, as he bantered, obviously steering
any conversation away from our intimate little encounter, and his reaction
to it, his obvious embarrassment as clear as it had been the first time his
boyhood had gone boned from my barely touching him. I stayed quiet, nodding
and murmuring at his conversation, as I savored the still lingering
sensation of his stiffening little rod on the searing skin of my cheek. We
reached the Mustang, and I opened the door on his side, holding it, as he
parked his little butt on the seat, then, walked around the car, and got
in. He looked straight ahead, a sincere expression on his face, as if
contemplating some horrendous event in his young life, and I sighed loudly,
then, reached over and gripped his bare thigh, as I looked at him, and
said,

   "Listen Justin...it is not a big deal here...I was thirteen once, too, you
know...and...well, instant boners are actually just like part of the deal,
okay?"

   His face took on the shade of a ripe summer tomato, the flush even
extending down along his neck, as he whirled his head, and looked at me,
his eyes wide, and his lush mouth formed into a small oval. I just smiled
at him, nodding sagely, as he blushed furiously, finally uttering a squeaky
sounding,

   "Oh, jeez!"

   I started the car then, and got us moving in the direction of the
condos, letting him mentally chew on my comment a while, then, said,
keeping my voice calm, and even,

   "It's nothing that you need to feel embarrassed about, Justin...it's all
part of growing up, and becoming a man, and, just so you don't feel like
you are the only one that kind of thing happens to, it still happens to me
too, even at this age...boners, erections, hardons, whatever name you put on
it, are a normal part of being male, and owning a penis...and, at the age
you are at now, you're rapidly developing sexual curiosities, and
interests, and your penis is interested in all that too, which is why it
just springs up with just about any type of stimulation, even a simple
thought of the right type. Your body is doing a sort of road test, making
sure that all of your systems are functioning normally is all it really
amounts to...I know its probably all new to you right now, but it is,
really, normal stuff...and, since I already managed to survive a lot of it
already, I will gladly try to help you understand it, and answer any
questions that you might have, anytime, okay?"

   He stayed silent for maybe a full minute, then, kind of inhaled a big
breath, and blew it out, his head turning toward me, as he just looked over
at me, then, he turned to look out his side window, as he muttered softly,

   "Okay...I guess, sure...its just...I...well...just okay, I guess...and, um,
thanks, too...there is, like, no way I can talk to Mom about...stuff...boners,
and like that...!"

   I chuckled, imagining the abject horror of any thirteen year old boy
asking his Mother to help him understand his spontaneous erections, and wet
dreams, and masturbation desires, and shook my head, thinking, not bloody
likely. Dismissing that thought, I replied,

   "I hear that, little dude...and besides, I imagine your Mom would pretty
much freak anyway, if you were to introduce the topic of your hard little
penis with her, or those times you wake up all wet and sticky down there,
or most any part of being a normal, and healthy boy...some things are just
not part of Mom's wisdom, no matter how smart she is...I mean, to really
know and love a penis, you pretty much need to own one yourself, I think."

   He giggled a little at that comment, and turned to look at me again, and
as I met his gaze, his eyes flickered toward my crotch, and his cheeks went
all pink again, as he said,

   "Yea, prolly so...like you do, right...?...own a... penis, I mean..?"

   I chuckled, nodding, as I answered, wiggling my eyebrows in a sinister
fashion,

   "Absolutely I own one...you bet...and, he and I are very good friends,
too...like best friends, even!"

   Justin giggled again, obviously taking me meaning, and he chirped,

   "Cool...really...and so I bet you...um...well...play... with your...best friend
sometimes too...right...?"

   He looked so damned cute right then, all blushing, and grinning, and shy
as the devil all rolled into one, that I wanted to just hug him, and tell
him that all was right with the world. Given that I was driving in traffic,
I settled for just saying, with a sly little wink,

   "Definitely I do...and often, too...I mean, what are best friends for,
right?"

   That actually warranted a full on burst of boyish laughter, as he nodded
quickly, still glowing pinkly, as he squeaked,

   "Right...cool...awesome, even...!"

   And we chuckled together, suddenly conspirators sharing a secret, and an
understanding the true value of a best friend.

(To Be Continued)
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

Authors note: My apologies for the brief chapter, and the small delay in
getting it out. I slightly injured a tendon in my arm, and marathon typing
gets uncomfortable, so the brevity is temporarily necessary. Thanks in
advance for your patience.