Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2018 23:20:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Skipper234 Subject: Grooming Justin - Part 1 Part 1 This story is set in the 1980?s I live in a small, mid western town of about 10,000. I married in my 20s and have lived in my 1950?s era home 15 years. The last five of those years I?ve lived alone, ever since my wife left for a more exciting life in the big city. The fact that she came home early one day and found me nude in our living room kneeling behind a younger man ? who was also kneeling and bent over the living room sofa, doing it doggy style, probably contributed to her decision to leave the following week. My secret life had been too much for her. I don?t think it would have helped if I had told her, ?Yeah, but he is a really good fuck!? One day last month my neighbor Ginger, a retired school teacher in her sixties came over and asked if I could do her a favor. I had been the head of school maintenance for several years at the high school where she had taught before I changed jobs. She was a widow and I often did handyman jobs for her as a friend. ?It?s about my 13 year old grandson,? Ginger said. ?He arrived a couple days ago from Mankato and is staying with me for a month while his parents are helping my son-in- law?s sick mother in Arizona. I think he needs to talk to a man? and I think maybe you can help him. You?re level-headed and a good friend.? ?Sure, Ginger, if I can. What?s the problem?? ?Puberty, Tom. He?s at that age, you know? He had a wet dream, I think it?s called, last night. He was very embarrassed when he asked me for clean sheets. I guess this is natural but I never raised a boy and I?m his grandma. You were always good with the students and besides, he could use some male company while he?s here. You could bring it up casually, you know?? ?Well, I know what he?s going through but I don?t really know him.? ?Maybe you could take him fishing or have him help you with some projects around your house?? ?I guess if he?s here for a few weeks I could get to know him, earn his trust and talk about growing up and stuff.? ?I would consider it a big favor, Tom.? What I was thinking - but didn?t say was that she could be doing me a big favor. A boy who was just beginning to ooze cum living next door and Ginger asking me to spend time with him?. I was feeling dizzy with the possibilities. I told her to bring him by later, as I was already imagining what his cock looked like. I told her I was thinking (snap decision) that I was going fishing after dinner and to ask him if he?d like to come along. She smiled and quickly clapped her hands together and said, ?That?s perfect! Thanks.? After dinner, as I was hitching my 16? boat and trailer to my pick up, Ginger brought Justin over and introduced him. He looked to be about 5?2? of medium build with blue eyes, full lips, and brown hair. Hmm, ?cock sucking lips??, I wondered. He looked me over, smiled shyly , said, ?Hi?, and shook my hand. ?Ready to try our luck for some Walleye?? I asked. ?Sure! I like to fish but my dad?s always busy. Thanks for inviting me.? We hopped in the truck and arrived at the lake about 20 minutes later. It was a beautiful summer night, and once I bated our hooks and cast our lines in, we sat back and relaxed. I asked him about school, his family, his interests ? normal getting to know you type stuff. Seems he did okay in school, had a decent family, though his dad was away at work a lot, and he liked to read and play board games with a couple friends. I told him, I remember my summer before high school and how it seemed a big step was ahead, and how the girls were developing breasts and the changes that were happening in my body. ?I was getting these urges toward girls but I didn?t know how to talk to them,? I said. ?Yeah?, Justin said,? things are feeling different, that?s for sure. What kind of changes and urges did you have back then?? This was going faster than I planned, but I went with it and said, ?Well Justin, I would get erections ? you know, boners, more often when I would see or think about certain girls. And I had friends that talked about ?jacking off?. You know what that is, Justin?? He blushed and looked away, and said, ?Yeah. My friends talk about it and one of them can do it. Did ? you ever do that as a kid, Tom?? I laughed, and said, ?I started doing it when I was exactly your age Justin, and I haven?t stopped doing it yet. Actually I tried doing it in 7th grade but I couldn?t make jizz or cum until the end of 8th grade. I couldn?t believe how good it felt the first time I shot a load. I should warn you, though; if you ever start, you?ll probably never quit!? ?It?s cool I can talk to an adult about this stuff, Justin said. I tried it a few times, too and nothing happened, but I think maybe I could do it now.? Feigning surprise, I said, ?Really? How do you know?? Maybe the fish weren?t biting, but I definitely felt a tug on this line ? and a twitch in my pants. ?Well, last night at my Grandma?s I was dreaming about jacking off with my friend Daniel and I woke up and my? you know, penis was hard and I felt this weird feeling? and stuff coming out of it? sort of squirting out of it?. And I think it was my sperm?. ?You?re a smart kid Justin. I?m sure you?re right. What came out of your penis is technically called ?ejaculate.? It?s a thick milky liquid that contains spermatozoa. When it comes out of you, guys call it cum or spunk. In my day, we called it jizz, or cream.? I lifted my hand in a high five salute, and he shyly raised his had to give me a high five. ?Well, it doesn?t look like the fish are biting and it?s getting dark, what do you say we head in?? I pulled the starter cord on the old Evinrude to start the motor and aimed the boat toward shore. Not wanting to lose the moment, I said, ?All this sex talk is making me horny. I feel like I could jack off right now.? I looked at him and held his eyes a moment. He swallowed nervously, looked down and said, ?Yeah, me too.? Hook set, time to reel him in, I thought. I reached over and placed my hand on his knee and softly said, ?We can do it together in my truck, if you want.? He looked at me with an almost pleading look, and said, ?Yes? please?, as if I was an answer to prayer. We didn?t speak on the way back to shore, but I placed my hand on his knee and he responded by scooting closer to me as we raced back to shore. My heart was racing as I?m sure his was too. Be cool, I told myself. He?s excited and scared at the same time, I figured. Not too fast, I told myself. This may go no farther than this one time. Don?t try to suck him this time? well ?maybe if he brings it up, but just get him to cum with you. That?s enough. See how he responds. If he wants to do it again, you can suck him then. Don?t even think about fucking him?. He?s just out of 8th grade, for crying out loud. Back at the launch ramp we loaded and secured the boat to the trailer and I noticed we were the only ones on the shore. ?Lets get in and pull the truck over to the end of lot away from the road?, which we did. I grabbed some paper towels off the roll I kept in the back and got in the truck which fortunately, had a vinyl bench seat with no console between us. Feeling the need to restore the mood I said ? while unbuckling may pants and slowly unzipping my fly ? ?This thing you pee with and that a doctor sometimes looks at is a penis, but the thing we?re going to use now to give us pleasure is a COCK. Always refer to it as your cock. I have man?s cock and I?m going to show it to you now if that?s okay?? I looked at him and he nodded twice ? nervous but eager. I slowly slid down my pants and just let him look. To my blessed surprise, he asked, ?Can I touch it?? ?Not yet, but you can touch it when I say so, okay?? He wants it, I realized; make him earn it, I quickly thought. Damn, maybe I will suck him tonight. No not tonight, be cool. Get him to shoot, then get him home to Grandma for the night. ?Pull your pants down, Justin and do what I do.? He quickly obeyed. I slowly fondled and stroke my cock as it hardened. Justin was hard by the time he got his shorts down. As I stroked mine, Justin started working his. He had a somewhat thin, straight-as-an arrow 5? shaft with a full mushroom crown. Not bad for his age. His cock meat was marble white and the crown was light purple. He had yet to grow any pubic hair. It was factory-fresh with very few miles on it yet. Pristine. I told him he had a very nice cock with a great looking, mushroom head. That seemed to turn him on. ?Yours is so big?, he said. ?I wish mine was that big.? ?Mine is 7? Justin. It?s a little bigger than normal, but yours will get bigger ? especially if you keep jacking off and making jizz.? ?Don?t worry about that,? he said, with a huskiness in his voice. I told him, ?Keep your eyes on my cock, but stroke yours at whatever pace feels right. Let your cock tell you when to go slow and when to go fast. If you feel a wave coming, slow down and you can catch the next wave. It?s best if you can ride a couple waves before you ride the wave that makes you cum, okay? ?Yeah, sure?just the way you talk makes me want to cum.? I was stroking with my left hand and I reached over and give his leg a short, affectionate squeeze. I pumped hard for a few seconds and saw him follow suit. I slowed down and decided I wanted to come with him if I could. ?Oh this feels good. I really want to shoot a load with you Justin.? ?Me too,? he said. ?I want to see your cum, Tom. Seeing your cock really turns me on.? Okay, now put your hand around around my cock and stroke it for me Justin, and I?ll stroke yours. My cock is for you now Justin ? not just tonight, but whenever you want it.? As I stroked him hard, he started bucking and he said, I?m going to cum! I?m going to cum! ?Go for it Justin! Do it! I shouted. A second later he shot 1, 2, 3, squirts that rose six inches into the air and fell back to his hand. He kept at it another 15 seconds as his jizz oozed out of cock and down his hand to the seat of the truck. I was so turned on from his eruption I pounded my meat furiously for 10 seconds, slowed down and shot my load too. It shot straight up about 3? and I grabbed a paper towel to catch it before it reached my hand. I handed a couple towels to him and he cleaned himself and the spot on the vinyl seat where he had spilled. As we pulled our pants up I asked, ?So, how was that? ?Wow!, he said, ?It was ? fucking wonderful! I?m glad my grandma brought me over to meet you.? ?Me too?, Justin I smiled. ?Me too.? We were silent most of the way home. We stopped at a store and got a couple ice cream bars. When we were pulling into my driveway I said, ?Your cock might feel a little tender tomorrow and look a little bruised. Don?t worry about it; that?s normal. It will toughen up with use. Just tell your grandma the truth ? well not the whole truth, obviously. Tell her we went fishing, they weren?t biting and we stopped for ice cream on the way home. Tell her I invited you to help me fix my fence Saturday. I have to work tomorrow but we can get together the next day if you want.? Yeah, I do. Are we just going to fix your fence? He asked. ?Well, that?s up to you?, I said. We could do this again? and more?, I said, as I cupped my hand on his crotch. He placed spread his legs a little and placed his hand over mine and said, ?Yes I want to do this again ? soon.?