Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 10:19:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Along Came Justin (3)

   Arriving back at the condo complex, Justin and I exited the Mustang,
then, stood together in front of it, making our goodbyes. He turned,
starting off in the direction of his unit, then, suddenly stopped, and
scampered back to where I was still standing, and surprised me no end by
grabbing me in what can best be described as a bear hug. He pressed his
lithe, slender body tightly into me, and wrapped his arms around me,
squeezing me tightly, and I was all too aware of his still rigid penis
pressed against my thigh. Before I could really react, he pulled away,
releasing me, as he looked up at me, and grinned, saying,

   "That's just thanks for being such a really cool guy,
Rob...really...you're, like, the best, big time!"

   It was my turn to do some blushing then, and I felt the warmth crawl
over my face, as I just kind of looked at him, stunned by his sudden
emotional outburst.

   "Um...well, gee Justin...that is so nice...thanks...and I think that you are
very special, as well." I managed.

   He nodded his head, and turned again, then, was off toward home, just as
suddenly as when he had run up and hugged me. I shook my head, completely
aware still of my searing flesh at the point of his penis contacting my
leg, and idly wondered if the hormone riddled aperture ever went soft, as I
watched his cute little butt disappear from view before heading for my own
unit. Inside, I turned on some lamps against the growing dimness of
evening, then, went to take a long shower, savoring the feeling of
contentment that comes at the end of a very good day.

   Out of the shower, I pulled on a pair of shorts, and a comfy old tee
shirt, then kicked back in my recliner, and surfed the television
channels. I found little of interest, and again questioned the wisdom of my
paying a monthly cable fee for a hundred plus channels of nothing to watch,
then decided to check out a little of one of my collection of porn dvd's,
and maybe even jack off. The day's events with the nubile young Justin, and
the repeated contacts with his ample young penis, had left me on edge, and,
to put a word to it, I was horny. I slid out the bottom drawer on the
entertainment center, and thumbed through the dozen or so porn vids I
owned, and selected a favorite that had some amazing videography of two
very hot, young, studs getting it on in about every conceivable way, and
slid it into the player. Back in my chair, I turned it on, and settled in,
my horniness growing by leaps and bounds as I watched the steamy scenes
unfold.

   About twenty minutes into the video, I had my hard cock out of my
shorts, and was happily stroking it, when the doorbell rang. I cursed, then
paused the video, and flipped back to regular TV, as I climbed out of the
chair, and hobbled to the door, my aching erection dwindling somewhat, as I
went to see who in the hell was interrupting my fun. I pulled the door open
and all but gasped out loud, when I encountered the smiling Justin.

   "My Mom got called back to work again, and I didn't want to be alone, so
I thought I'd come and see what you were up to..." he told me, as he stepped
inside, and promptly headed for the sofa.

   "Uh, sure...that's cool...I'm glad you came over...I was just going to the
bathroom, so I'll be right back." I replied, then, went down the hallway,
stalling long enough for my dick to completely recede.

   I came out of the bathroom, and walked back to the living room, and
stopped dead in my tracks. Justin sat open mouthed, and wide eyed on the
sofa, the TV remote seemingly frozen in his hand, with his gaze fixed on
the resumption of my porn flick, which he had apparently stumbled onto as
he pressed buttons on the remote. Quickly I moved to the sofa, and dropped
down next to him, and grabbed the remote, pressing the TV button, so that a
regular channel came up on the screen, then, said to Justin,

   "Oh man, Justin...I'm sorry dude...you were not supposed to see that...I
was...um...watching it before...well, before you surprised me."

   He blinked a few times, as if not totally sure just what it was he had
seen, then, turned his gaze toward me, and croaked,

   "Wow Rob...jeez...that is, like, totally hot...they were...doing
stuff...um...well, wow...can we watch it some more...?...please...?

   The excitement was written all over his pretty face, his eyes like
saucers, and his lush mouth wide, and, even though the situation deserved a
measure of seriousness, I had to chuckle at his fully wired expression. I
was pretty sure that I already knew the answer, but, just for affirmation,
I dropped my gaze to the snug crotch of his little shorts, and chuckled
again, at clearly seeing his proud little boyhood firmly poking at the taut
material. He had seen my eyes drop, and his own followed suit, then,
flicked back up hurriedly, as he perceived what it was I had been looking
at. His face flushed hotly, and a sheepish little smile widened his mouth,
as he muttered,

   "Oh jeez...it's at it again...well, that...uh...they were...um...well, it was
hot, that's all, and so..." he trailed off, shifting his eyes to the wall
behind me.

   I chuckled again, and boldly dropped my hand onto his bare thigh,
squeezing the smooth, firm flesh, and letting my fingertip dance lightly
just under the hem of his shorts, as I said,

   "Don't be all embarrassed, Justin...it's cool like I told you
before...boners are a good thing, actually, so don't sweat it...heck, I was
in exactly the same boat myself before you got here...its pretty much
impossible to not get hard seeing that stuff, actually."

   He shifted his gaze back to me, still appearing a tad unsure, then,
seemed to relax, as he grinned, and said, his voice cracking a little,

   You were...?...really...?...you mean that you were...um...that you were
all...hard...boned...watching that...?"

   Still lightly rubbing his leg, I nodded, giving him my best conspirital
expression, as I answered, seriously,

   "Yup, I sure was...definitely boned...and, watching the video, yes...and,
to tell you the whole truth, Justin, I was jacking off, as well...it is a
very inspirational subject, after all...and I know that you understand what
I'm saying, right...?...I mean, you must do plenty of that too, right...?...I
know when I was your age, I did it constantly."

   His eyes widened again, and he giggled sweetly, the pink returning to
his cheeks, as he dropped his eyes, and nodded, then mumbled,

   "Jack off, you mean...?...uh yea, actually, I do that too...lots...it just
really feels awesome, I think!"

   I could nearly hear the ice breaking between us, and I struggled to hold
my excitement in check, to not plunge in here head first, and spook him, by
giving in to my burning desire to just slide my hand into his lap, and grab
that tempting staff of pulsing boyhood that seemed to be calling to me to
do just that. Instead, I continued to slowly move my hand on his thigh, as
I told him,

   "And you are absolutely correct, it does feel awesome to jack off, and
to cum, too...and like I told you, every guy does it, and anybody who tells
you its wrong has no clue what they are talking about."

   That got another nod of his head, as his eyes flicked back toward the
television, then again to me, as he asked again,

   "So then...can we...um...watch some more of...that...pleeease, Rob...?"

   I had to smile again, the lilt of his pleading voice like music, and I
forced a serious, even grim, expression onto my face, as I told him
seriously,

   "I don't think that is such a good idea, Justin...it is, after all, adult
material, and not made for viewing by someone as young as you...not to
mention the serious trouble I would be in if I let you see it, and someone
were to find out about it...that would definitely not be a good thing for me
at all."

   "Oh jeez, Rob...I'd never, ever, tell anybody I saw it...or anything about
you letting me see it...honest...I know you would be in trouble...I promise,
Rob...super-promise, even...just...can we...oh, pleeeeeze...I saw some
before...like in magazines my friend had...I know about the stuff they do...I
just really want to see that video...and honest...I'd never tell, not
ever...!"

   I let him stew a bit, acting as if I was thinking over the whole idea,
then, softened my expression, and said, as I slowly trailed my fingers over
his shorts leg, and let them just graze his erection outside the shorts,

   "Even if I did let you, your going to really, really, want to jack off
then, I mean, check you out, your already hard as a brick here..."

   He glanced down to his lap, his eyebrows cocking upward at seeing my
fingers grazing along his penis, and he made a gulping sound, as he said,
very nearly a whisper,

   "If you let me watch, then, you can...uh...you can...touch it...ok?...I know
that you...um...want to, right?"

   WANT TO...?...Christ...my hand was actually quivering, I so badly wanted
to grip the boys erection, and stroke it, and, apparently he had me busted,
big time, fully aware of my burning desires. I looked into his eyes, and
confessed,

   "Yes Justin, the truth is that I do, indeed, want to touch you, and to
make you feel wonderful, and to show you things you have probably never
even imagined...but, my wanting to doesn't make it right for me to take
advantage of you by cutting a deal to let you see the video in exchange for
my touching you...it would, actually, make me wrong twice."

   He seemed to consider that a few seconds, then, startling me with the
suddenness of the move, his hand grabbed at mine, and pushed firmly down on
it, mashing my palm onto his very erect penis, as he looked into my eyes,
and asked,

   "But, I want you to touch me, Rob...like, since way last week...I just
knew you wanted that, too...I could just tell...and, I been, like, thinking
and thinking of some way to get you to do it...oh man...that feels so
awesome...!"

   My heart was a loud booming sound in my ears, and my hand felt as if it
might burst into flame, as I gripped his rigid erection, and worked it up
and down, the hardness of it gliding through my grip under the thin
material of the shorts, and I was breathing in rapid, and shallow gulps of
air, as I tried to carefully read his expression, and said,

   "Yes, Justin...awesome, indeed...amazing even...and yes, I guess you
wanting me to do this does make it different...but it's still not really
okay for us to do...you are just too young...or I am too old...or maybe
both..."

   He flexed his slim hips then, driving that stiff nail up against my
grip, as he hissed, nearly breathlessly,

   "I said I wasn't ever gonna tell...and I'm not...I just really want you
to...touch me...there...and, I don't even care about that old video either...oh
man, Rob...just...pleeeease..?"

   Well hell, in truth, he already had me back there at "you want to touch
me, right Rob?" and if not there, then he definitely had me at "I want you
to touch me, Rob," and I was, I knew full well, doomed. How could I not, a
lifetime of dreaming it, and countless fantasies of it, having occupied a
goodly portion of my adult life, and now, this nubile and delicious young
beauty all but begging for me to touch his lithe body, his throbbing
erection burning tracks into my hand as I rubbed it. Indeed, how could I
not?

   Without making a reply, I picked up the remote in my free hand, and
clicked the dvd player back to life, then, set it down, and moved the hand
to the waist of his shorts, and tugged at them. Justin rolled his attention
back to the television, and lifted his cute little butt up, easing my
effort at slipping the shorts down, and I slid them, and his briefs, down
his silky thighs in one smooth go. His erection sprang free, and sprang up
against his groin, a perfectly sculpted tube of healthy pink flesh capped
by a perfectly molded helmet of a slightly purple tone. My breath caught in
my throat, and I let out a stifled moan, as I gazed hungrily at his proud
boyhood, and the completely smooth pouch below it, his balls pushed tightly
against the satin smooth skin as they lay tucked between his thighs. His
penis was perfectly proportioned to his petite body, perhaps four inches in
length, and about an inch in diameter, so perfectly circumcised as to
appear untouched, as if he had actually been born skin-free. There was a
smattering of light colored pubic hairs sprouted on his groin surrounding
the base of his cock, maybe twenty in all, casting a sandy colored shadow
of an inverted "v" on his smooth and untanned skin. Not another hair
appeared on him anywhere, save for his head, and my eyes fell to his
crinkled scrotum, noting the surprising fullness of the sac, and the
definition of the twin orbs that it contained. I continued to stare
hungrily at his succulent boy parts, as I worked the shorts, and briefs,
down his legs, then off his feet. He shifted his eyes from the television
briefly, glancing at me sheepishly, then, down at his pulsing boyhood,
then, he gripped the hem of his tee shirt, and skinned it over his head,
dropping it to the floor. He leaned back into the sofa then, his colt-like
legs splayed, and he fixed his gaze back onto the television, as he drew in
a deep breath, and let it out, as he almost whispered,

   "Oh man Rob...please...just...touch me...touch me...there...!"

   I moved in close beside him, nearly dizzy with sensory overload, and the
boyish scent of him washed over me, so fresh, and young, and filled with
need, and want. I inhaled him, savoring the aroma of him, and slid my hand
over his chest, relishing the smooth warmth of his skin, and the muscles,
and bone beneath, and I fingered his small nipples, moving between them, as
they stiffened to life under my touch. Justin sucked in more air,
shuddering gently, as I fingered his nipples, then, slid my palm down over
his soft tummy. Going lower, I trailed my fingertips into his sparse pubes,
and delighted in the silkiness of them, then, my fingers reaching the base
of his cock, I dug one finger into him there, and his cock twitched,
rearing its pretty head slightly, as Justin groaned softly.

   Difficult as it was, I bypassed his penis, and trailed my hand down his
inner thigh, crossing over at the knee, and ran back up the opposite inner
thigh until my fingers brushed at his ball sac. He groaned again, and,
slowly, I ran a fingertip over his pouch, gently prodding each ball, then,
closed my hand, cupping his scrotum in my palm. I hefted the plump sac, and
squeezed gently, manipulating his balls, as my other hand moved to grip his
steely hard shaft. I milked it, moving my hand steadily up and down, as I
continued fondling his balls, and I watched, mesmerized, as a small pearl
of precum oozed from the tiny slit in his cock head. Moving my thumb to the
head of his cock, I swabbed it across it, spreading the clear fluid over
the sensitive tissue, and Justin shuddered again, and groaned softly. He
was seriously tense, his body tight, and his hands curled into fists at his
sides, as I worked his balls, and continued to pump his throbbing boyhood,
as more tear drops of his flowing fluids poured from his slit.

   I could feel his balls drawing up, and his shaft pulsed strongly in my
grip, and I knew he was very close to erupting. I leaned my head in close
to his ear, and whispered,

   "You are so very perfect, Justin...perfect...just relax, now, and enjoy
all the feelings...easy now...just let it all happen..."

   He shuddered again, a small squeaking sound escaping his clenched mouth,
and his eyes never moved from the television screen, as I kept pumping him
steadily, and working gently at his balls. Another couple of minutes
passed, his precum now a near steady drizzle, and his back suddenly arched
forward, his slim hips bucking back and forth unconsciously, and I felt his
cock lurch in my grip, then erupt in strong, and rapid spasms, one right
after the other. The first burst of his semen ejaculated, a long rope of
surprisingly thick, and white fluid jetted into the air above him, then
gravity outweighed the trajectory, and it arched over, splattering all over
his soft tummy, as the second, and third, strong shots followed, then
finally a series of softer pulses that dibbled from the slit, and coated my
hand. He was emitting small grunting noises with each succeeding spurt of
his boy cum, and I savored each pulse of his cock in my hand, and the warm,
slick texture of his sweet essence as it drizzled onto my hand.

   As the orgasm receded, Justin released the tightly wound tension that
had gripped him, and kind of sagged back into the sofa cushions, as he
gulped in air, and closed his eyes. I gently milked his penis a few more
strokes, then reluctantly let it go, fully aware of the super-sensitivity
he would now be feeling. It lolled sideways across his thigh, still
partially erect, and glistening in the light where his milky cum coated the
glassy smooth head, and I focused on the small pools of his surprisingly
creamy cum where it had sprayed over his soft tummy, and even up toward his
chest. It was, indeed, more volume than I had expected from his young
balls, and I gently slid a finger into the largest puddle, spreading the
slippery fluid over the soft skin of his tummy, relishing the silky
texture, and the lingering warmth of it. Justin stirred as I touched him,
his eyes opening, as he looked down at my fingers playing in his semen, and
he exclaimed,

   "Oh wow...man...that is, like, the most stuff I ever did...jeez...that is SO
awesome...Rob...wow...oh, wow...that felt...amazing...!"

   I looked into his wide eyes, smiling, and looked very carefully for any
sort of adverse reaction, fear, or regret, or any small clue of his
displeasure at what had just taken place, and, if it was there, I missed it
totally. What I read instead was pure excitement, and pleasure, and maybe a
little bit of wonder at the brand new experience he had just been
though. The excited exclamation he had just offered seemed to match the
signals I was reading from his expression, and eyes, and I felt relieved,
as I told him,

   "Amazing, huh...?...yea, that works for me too, Sport...that really was
amazing, and so are you...and, indeed, this is quite a...production...for your
young, tender balls to produce...nicely done, Justin...very nicely done!"

   He giggled sweetly, his head bobbing in agreement, as he again checked
out the puddles of his passions, as he chirped,

   "Man Rob, I really, really, liked you doing that...touching me...jacking
me...I never, ever, felt anything so good before...oh man...jeez...can we do it
some more...?...can we....pleeeease...?"

   My own cock was nearly painfully hard in my shorts, the excitement of
seeing this delicious boy naked, and my masturbating him, coupling with my
earlier start at jerking off, and I desperately wanted to rip off my tented
shorts, and get off myself, but something told me that doing so might be
pushing the envelope a bit, and the last thing I wanted at this juncture
was to push him too hard, or too fast, and by doing so, scare him off. I
had waited much too long for this to get greedy the first time out, and I
willed myself to make this all about him. I ruffled his soft hair with my
fingers, and answered his pleading question, saying,

   "Yes, Justin, we can do this some more...a lot more, if that's what you
want, but, I want you to seriously understand a couple of things, okay?"

   His expression turned sober, as he met my gaze, and nodded his head, so
I went on.

   "Okay then, first off, our doing this kind of thing is always going to
be your call, and only your call, and I need you to always tell me
immediately if any part of it ever makes you uncomfortable, or, if you
don't like something, or feel even a little bit like you don't want it to
happen, then you say so, and it stops, right then, okay?'

   Still looking very serious, well, as serious as any naked young boy can
look, he nodded again, softly replying with an "okay," so I continued,

   "Good, very good, and another thing that I need to really have you
understand, is that it would be a very bad thing if anyone, and I mean
anyone, were ever to find out about our doing this kind of thing. What that
would mean, very directly, is a real good chance that both our lives would
never be the same again, and, not in a good way. The fact is, no matter how
much both of us might want this, and enjoy it, there are serious
consequences involved if someone finds out about it...you understand what
I'm saying?"

   He gave that a moment's consideration, then, again nodding his head,
answered,

   "I do understand, Rob...honest...and I won't ever tell anybody...not
ever...and, I think I know what you mean about me being kind of in charge,
too, and that really makes me feel good, too...so yea, I promise Rob...I
promise all of that...so then...can we...um...can we do it
again...?...pleeeeease!"

   I laughed, totally charmed by his sweet, pleading expression, and the
breath-taking sight of his once more fully erect young penis, and I pulled
him close, hugging him, as I answered,

   "Actually, little bud, your problem is going to be getting me to stop
doing it again, and then, again, and then....!"

   He pressed his lithe naked body against me, giggling, as he said,

   "Oh..... goody!"

(To Be Continued)
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