Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 10:19:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek 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) Storyguy22@yahoo.com