Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2007 14:13:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Along Came Justin (4)

   My trip to the bathroom had provided enough distraction to allow my
aching erection to subside to a more tumescent state, and, while in there,
I was sorely tempted to jerk off a much needed release. I resisted, some
part of me hopeful that Justin might be inclined to do a bit of exploring
of his own, though I really didn't expect that from him, at least not this
early on. I splashed some cold water on my face, then, headed back the
living room, and Justin.

   As I entered the room from the hallway, I was immensely pleased to see
that he was still perched on the sofa, and, still beautifully naked, his
small feet propped onto the coffee table in front of him. I slid in beside
him, letting my eyes drink in the incredible beauty of his slender, smooth
body, and his sculpted little penis, now mostly soft in his lap. I gazed
with hunger one more time at the drying streaks ,and spots of his ample
ejaculate where it spotted his tummy, then, slowly eased the warm, damp,
towel I had brought with me onto his silky skin, wiping at the crusty
substance. He giggled, looking down, and seeing what I was up to, then,
flicked his gaze back to the action still playing out on the television. I
glanced over to the TV, and watched briefly, as one of the actors dropped
to his knees before his partner, and promptly began licking the bulbous
head of a rather impressive cock.

   "Oh jeez!" chirped Justin, "Look, Rob...jeezo...he's, like, licking his
dink!"

   I chuckled, dropping the towel to the carpet, as my fingers traced along
the shaft of the boy's now growing penis, and replied,

   "That he is, Sport...and not only that, he is just about to suck it,
too."

   Justin's lush little mouth formed into a small oval, and his eyebrows
arched upward onto his forehead, as my prediction suddenly became fact,
right in front of him. The guy on his knees gripped the thick base of his
buddy's cock, and lifted it, as his head moved forward, and he engulfed the
entire organ into his mouth.

   "OHhhh wow...jeez...Rob...check it out...!" the boy squealed, his
melodic voice rising, and cracking slightly in his excitement.

   I chuckled again, and closed my fingers around his now fully hard little
staff, and stroked it, as I asked,

   "How do you suppose something like that must feel, Justin...looks pretty
exciting, don't you think?"

   His head bobbed rapidly, his eyes still like tea saucers, as he replied
excitedly,

   "Oh man, yea...for sure...I mean, just look at that other guys face...he
is, like, loving that...oh man!'

   Well, hell, that was enough encouragement for me, and it had certainly
seemed like sufficient interest on Justin's part as well, so, perhaps
forfeiting a bit of the self-control I had been so proud of, I dipped my
head into his lap, and ran my tongue across the satin-like head of his cute
little dick. He jumped, letting out a small, and squeaky "Oh!" as I licked
the perfect little helmet several times, then, slid the length of him into
my mouth, as my thumb, and finger, converged at the base of the shaft.

   His whole slender body tightened, his legs going stiff before him, as I
moved my head up and down, sucking his delicious little boyhood
enthusiastically, as my free hand roamed the inside of his thigh, finally
moving to gently cup his smooth, plump, scrotum, and finger the loose
little marbles within. Justin's whole body became one big squirm, his
fingers threaded into my hair, and his slim legs kind of bouncing, as he
hammered his feet up and down on the coffee table, his small butt moving
reflexively to drive his proud boy nail into my sucking mouth.

   "ROB...jeez...oh man...!" he wailed, as I savored the sensation of his
silky little rod against my tongue, and pressed firmly against the roof of
my mouth. His hip speed increased, and his rapid little grunts were more
like one steady sound, and I feared that the boy was going to lose it far
too soon, so, I retreated, letting that tasty morsel slip from my mouth, as
I dipped lower, and lapped my tongue over his hairless scrotum several
times. He groaned again, a slightly different sound, as I opened my mouth,
and captured both small balls at once, sucking the tender little pouch
fully inside my mouth. I prodded each nugget with my tongue, then sucked
each one in turn, the scent of him making me dizzy, and eager to taste the
boy batter that these sensitive orbs contained. Letting his sac drop from
my mouth, I again fed his boyhood into its place, and sucked him, settling
into a rhythm of steady up and down moves over his pulsing staff, until he
hammered his fists on my back, and drove his hips strongly forward, as his
rigid little post jerked, and unloaded its creamy treasure into my
mouth. His penis flexed repeatedly, each spasm sending forth another volley
of his warm, slightly tart tasting nectar, and I eagerly swallowed each
offering in turn, until he was spent, and his penis began to shrivel, and
go soft. I released it, and gripped the shaft in my fingers, milking it, as
a final dribble of his young cum oozed from the tiny slit in the rounded
head, and I slid out my tongue to capture it, then, let him go, and sat
back up.

   Justin stared at me, his sweet face flushed brightly, and sweating
lightly, and I made a big show of smacking my lips, as I winked at him, and
said, factually,

   "Yum...dang Justin...you can really shoot that stuff,
Buddy...and...better yet, it tastes awesome!"

   His flush grew a deeper shade, as his blushing added to the color
rendered by his excitement, and he rolled his eyes upward, a small grimace
crossing his cute face, as he looked back at me, and said, slightly
incredulous,

   "Eww...you...you, like, swallowed my stuff...?"

   I laughed, and reached out to pull the naked cutie close, holding him,
as I buried my nose into his soft, thick hair, and savored the scents of
shampoo, and soap. I rubbed his back, and replied,

   "I absolutely did swallow your yummy stuff, yes...and it is delicious,
as I said...and...I can't wait to swallow it again...and again...and...!"

   He caught on then, realizing that I was repeating the exact thing I had
said to him after I had jacked him off earlier, and he giggled, supplying a
perfect reprise of his own earlier dialogue, as he yelped,

   "Oh...goody!"

   We shared the good laugh, still cuddled tightly on the sofa, then
settled some, as Justin extolled the wonder of my actually taking his
"dink" into my mouth, and sucking it until it "did squirts," and, even more
amazing to him, my swallowing all of his "stuff." I continued to slightly
stroke whatever parts of his luscious little body that were within reach,
as I gently assured him that while all of those new oral adventures might
seem a little off-putting to him, at least when he considered my role in
them, I had definitely loved sucking him, and tasting his own special
sauce, more than anything I had ever experienced. He seemed to accept this
then, and he snuggled in closer, and lay his head against my side, as I
dropped my arm over his shoulder, and we sat quietly for a time, as the dvd
finally played itself out, and the television went fuzzy. After a few
minutes, he stirred, and said very softly,

   "Rob...?...um...could I...uh...well, could I...like...I wanna see
yours...do squirts, too...can we....?....Rob...pleeeease...?"

   The very sound of his asking, coupled with the "what" he was asking was
very nearly sufficient to make "mine" "do squirts" just from the question,
and my already rock hard erection grew harder still, and jumped inside my
shorts, as Justin moved slightly away from my side, and tentatively eased
his delicate hand high onto my thigh, moving his fingers over the leg of my
shorts. I flinched, his light touch sending peals of shivers over my body,
as he looked up at me, as his slender fingers glided over the throbbing
shaft of my erection, as he said again,

   "Please...?...I want to see yours...and...watch it do squirts...please,
Rob?'

   As if he really had to ask twice, NOT, I quickly lifted my ass a little,
and without another thought, quickly yanked my shorts down over my knees,
and let them fall to my ankles, where I kicked them away. My aching cock
was all but tearing through the snug briefs I wore, and Justin's eyebrows
did that arch thing again, as he stared at it briefly, then, that lush
mouth formed the oval shape once more, and he hissed,

   "WOW....Rob...jeez...you got a really big one!"

   I had to chuckle, both his priceless expression, and the amazement in
his lightly cracking voice, delighting me, especially in light of the fact
that I do not have a "really big one." I am pretty much blessed with the
run of the mill six, or slightly plus six on a good day, inches, albeit a
good thickness, but, I suppose when one's only real basis of comparison is
around four slim inches of still very much budding boyhood, it might seem
fairly formidable. And, of course, the tight little briefs that struggled
to contain my straining erection might have aided the visual effect, as
well. In any event, I shrugged off his comment, and reached to the briefs,
causing them to follow the shorts to the carpet, as my rigid erection
sprang free, and sniffed at the air directly above it, Justin's eyes
widening once more, as he chirped,

   "Oh, jeez...wow!"

   I just kind of eased back into the sofa, my hands resting at my sides,
and let the boy check me out, and decide what, of anything, was next. He
continued to stare, and I smiled, as I watched the tiny pink tip of his
tongue glide across his lush lower lip several times, then, his eyes
quickly shifted up to mine briefly, then, back to my swaying erection. His
closest arm moved, slowly extending toward my lap, and I watched those
slender, delicate fingers flex a few times, as they grew ever closer to my
cock, and I released a low groan of incredulity, as he said, ever so
softly,

   "I wanna touch it, ok Rob?"

   Finding my quivering voice, I finally managed to croak,

   "Justin...oh God, son...yes...definitely yes...if you want to, I'd love
that!"

   His eyes flicked quickly to mine again, then, again focused on my
pulsing cock, as his boyish fingers drew close enough that I imagined
feeling the warmth of them, then paused, and I noticed a slight tremor in
his hand. His slim fingers danced just a scant half inch or so above my
cock now, and again he glanced at my face briefly, and I gave him a nearly
imperceptible nod, as he looked into my lap once more, and finished the
reach, his soft little hand suddenly wrapping around my aching shaft, and
squeezing it.

   I jerked as if he had scalded me, sucking in an audible breath, as every
nerve fiber in my body exploded, sending a strong shudder through me, as I
gasped, and uttered,

   "Justin...oh God...oh, baby!"

   He made no reply, continuing to gently move his fist up and down on my
cock, as I shuddered again, and felt a sharp jolting deep in my balls, as
my gaze settled on the amazing sight of that delicate hand working my
aching erection. He had started out tentatively, clearly unsure of himself,
but now, two or three minutes into it, he seemed to relax some, his strokes
becoming more even, and even confident, as he seemed to meld into a rhythm
more familiar to him, very probably the same one he used on himself at
times like these. I let out the breath that I suddenly realized I had been
holding, and let my body relax back into the cushions, as I closed my eyes,
and gave myself over to the incredible sensation of this amazing boy
stroking me, as I reached out to run my hand over his smooth back, and tell
him,

   "Justin...that feels so amazing, Babe...just perfect....so very, very,
good...!"

   Again, no response, just the artful, and now seemingly determined,
stroking of my cock, as it throbbed and pulsed in his grip, and I fixed my
gaze on his hand working me, and gave myself over to intensity of the
moment. Up and down he went, steady as a metronome, not venturing any
further than his steady stroking, and I surmised that his own focus was on
getting me to "do squirts," given his earlier pleas, so I surrendered my
own desire to make this amazing act last forever, and let go of the tiny
bit of control that I still possessed, instead concentrating fully on the
intense, and completely amazing feelings the boy was producing. In a matter
of minutes I had hit the wall, and crashed right on through, my balls
drawing tight in my pouch, and erupting, sending what felt like a river of
my pent up semen coursing through the length of my cock to erupt high in
the air over me. The first ribbon jetted forcefully from the head of my
cock and shot past a startled Justin, arching over at the outer reach of
its trajectory to fall in a pool on my heaving stomach, as the second thick
rope, and the third, immediately followed a similar path, and again
splattered thickly onto my torso. A fourth, far less forceful ejaculate
followed, and a fifth, both of which more or less dribbled from my slit,
and painted down over Justin's still pumping fist, as his strokes slowed,
and finally stopped all together, as his grip slackened, and he let me go,
then, lifted his slimed hand to his face, as he stared at the long stings
of gooey cum dripping from his hand. Turning his face toward me then, his
slightly dazed expression changed over into one of those heart-melting
grins of his, and his eyes sparkled with delight, as he cooed,

   "Cool...!...wow...that, was so cool...Rob...man, you, like, really do
squirts good...wow!"

   Unable to resist, I reached out and grabbed the boy, dragging him back
with me, and pulling his lithe body onto me, so that we were tummy to
tummy, my discharge smearing wetly between us, and I held him tightly, and
kissed the soft shock of hair on his head, and told him, breathlessly,

   "Oh Justin...Baby...that's only because of you, and how amazingly good
you just made me feel...you, my incredible young man, are simply the best!"

   He giggled, nuzzling in tighter against me, and wiggling his silky
smooth torso against mine, as he muttered into my chest,

   "Ewww...I can feel all your stuff on my skin...all sorta warm...and,
gosh...slippery...!"

   Allowing myself one more irresistible indulgence, I trailed my hands
down his back, and firmly gripped the twin little mounds of his perfect
little ass in my hands, as I again kissed his soft, fragrant hair, and told
him,

   "All warm...and sorta slippery...that sounds a lot like how YOU feel,
little man...and that, is pretty much perfect!"

   He giggled sweetly again, his breath warm on my bare chest, and he
wiggled that delicious pair of melons against my gripping hands, yelping
slightly along with his giggles, as I dipped a finger into his warm little
crease, and slid it up and down, as he squealed,

   "Jeez, Rob...that's my BUTT...!"

   I chuckled, advancing my probing finger slightly deeper into the heated
furrow that split the delicious little buns that I clung to, as I thought
to my self, indeed, little buddy...indeed, it is!

(To Be Continued)
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