Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 12:08:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek 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.