Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2018 23:14:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Skipper234 <skipper234@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grooming Justin Part 2

Part 2

After Justin walked back to his Grandma's, I unhitched to boat and covered
it with its tarp. I reflected on what an unexpected treat the day had
been. My neighbor had knocked on my door earlier that day to ask a
favor. But instead of needing help with moving a piece of furniture or
fixing a leaking toilet, she wanted help with her 13 year old grandson who
had shot a load during a wet dream. To me it was a request to teach the boy
how to cum properly!

I immediately saw the possibilities, but never thought I would be jacking
off with the boy - and both of them shooting their loads the first time
they were together -- the same day his Grandmother, Ginger asked for his
help! It happened so naturally and the boy seemed to have real hunger to
jack off with him and touch his man cock. "Did that just happen?" I
thought.

Justin had agreed to help him with a fence repair Saturday with the hope
they would do more than just work. He had to come up with a plan to get
some time alone with him where he could continue Justin's education.

When I got home Friday after work, Justin popped over and asked, "Are we
still going to fix the fence tomorrow?"

"Sure, if you still want to help. Better check with your grandma in case
she has other plans for you."

"I already told her," he said. "I told her maybe we would go fishing
afterwards, he said with a sly grin, emphasizing the word "afterwords."

"If you want to, that is," he added quickly -- fearing he had been too
eager.

"Don't worry, we will definitely have some `afterwords" if we have the
time. By the way, how's your cock, is it a little tender?"

"It was a little red and swollen this morning, but it feels normal now", he
said.

"Okay, good. Don't play with it tonight. We'll give it another workout
tomorrow," I said with a wink.

I had things ready Saturday when Justin came over to help. We both wore
shorts and T shirts since it was July. We would be installing the cross
framing between three posts and nailing the board to the framing. With my
nail gun it would take a couple hours. This section was on the side of the
house not visible from Ginger's house and faced the other neighbor's
garage.

"Before we start, Justin, take a look at my crotch", as I bounced up and
down on my toes. "Can you tell I'm not wearing underwear?

"Yeah, I can see your junk moving", he laughed.

"Okay, go in the garage and take off your underwear before you come back. I
want you to be aware of your cock while we work."

Without a word he ran to the garage and was back in two minutes.. When he
was back he bounced on his toes a couple times to let me see the jiggle
that was there. "This feels neat", he said. I gave him a thumbs up sign and
we grabbed a 2 by 4 and started to measure for the saw cuts.

After we had the framing up and nailed one section of boards, I said, "How
about a cold drink?"

"Sounds good," he said. I could tell he enjoyed doing man's work and
building something. I went and got a couple of Cokes from the fridge.

As we sat in the shade on the grass against the side of the house, I
unzipped my pants and spread my fly open. "I need to let this bad boy
breath a little, I said.

Justin responded by doing the same. He looked at me quizzically and asked,
"Can we do it now??

"No, I lightly laughed, we're just giving them some air. Time to get back
to work on this fence."

We had a good system down by the time we started nailing the remaining
section of boards. Justin handed me a board and I aligned it vertically
while he held a ten-penny nail against the last board nailed and I drove
two nails into the board with the nail gun. He bent down and placed the
nail near the bottom framing and I drove in the bottom nails.

Occasionally I would slide my hand down his bum as I was stooping to nail
the bottom each board. I would occasionally give one cheek a squeeze and he
would giggle.

Once we attached a few boards between times I touched his bum he would
wiggle it at me to draw my attention. "That's a really cute ass you've
got. Later on I want to see it with your pants off." In my thoughts I
wanted to do more than see it; I wanted to be inside it.

"You can see mine if I can see yours", he teased.

"All in due time, boy; all in due time", I said in mock seriousness.

With only a couple boards left, Justin's grandma, Ginger called out over
her fence, "Are you guys back here?"

I walked into the back yard, holding the nail gun in front of my crotch,
and said, "Yeah, we've only got a couple boards left."

"Why not come over when you're done? I've got some tuna fish for
sandwiches."

"Sounds good, we'll be over in about 15 minutes", I called back.

We finished the boards and carried the tools into the garage. "Grab your
underwear and come into the house so we can be presentable." I said.  Not
wanting start something we couldn't finish, with his Grandma expecting us,
I went into my bedroom alone and changed while he did the same in the
bathroom.

The sandwiches tasted great after working on the fence, and Ginger said,
"I'm so glad you're taking the time to give Justin something to do to keep
him busy."

"Glad to do it," I said. "I need to drop off the tools and extra lumber at
my shop and do a few chores there..Justin can come with me if you don't
have plans for him he wants.to. No one's there on Saturday and he could be
of help"

"Sure!" Justin said, "I'd like to go and see what you've got down there,"
he said with a suppressed a grin.

"Fine with me," said Ginger. "That could give me time to see a friend I
need to return something to this afternoon."

We arrived at the shop and unloaded the truck and I showed him around and
pointed out some of the equipment, tools, parts, and whatnot. I showed him
the office area which had the usual office stuff -- desk, computer, copy
machine and file cabinets. I pointed to the sofa and asked him to sit down.

I closed the blinds on the window and stood before him and began to gently
rub the crotch area of my shorts. "Are you ready to explore a little more?"
I asked. He silently nodded "yes" and started fondling his own crotch area.

I slowly dropped my pants and let him see the growing bulge in my tight,
gray bikini briefs. "Touch it and slowly remove by briefs, I said softly.

"Can I remove mine too?", he asked, in an octave higher than his normal
voice.

"Of course," I said, and stepped back so he could rise from the couch. He
quickly shed his shorts and boxers. I removed my shirt and he did the
same. He sat back down on the sofa and I stepped forward far enough that my
cock and balls were inches from his face. "

"Just take your time to explore it with your hands first... then with your
mouth if you like -- but only do what you want to do. As long as you want
to spend time with me, you should only do what you're comfortable with and
want to do. Do you understand, Justin."

As he traced his finger along my cock, through my briefs, he softly
answered, "Yes."

He fondled and squeezed it a while and I slid down my briefs and stepped
out of them before he did that. I was fully erect by now and I used my hand
to bend my cock down bringing its head within a couple inches of his
mouth. He took one hand and tentatively held it with a thumb on the bottom
and two fingers on the top of the nearly horizontal shaft and began lightly
stroking it.

After a few strokes he grew bolder and gripped it firmly with his hold hand
and stroked a little faster. "That's it, son, don't be afraid of it. It's
for you. While doing this he placed his other hand on his own cock which
was also erect by now and began stroking himself earnestly.

I closed my hand over his and tightened his grip and began to jack off
firmly and rapidly and he did the same to himself with his other hand. I
slowed the rhythm on my cock and he moved his face closer and sniffed it
with his nose less than inch above the now purple mushroom head of my
cock. He took a couple deep breaths and smiled.

The next instant his tongue darted out for a quick lick, not quite sure if
he should do that. "I don't really think I'm gay," he said, "I just wanted
to do that."

"You know, Justin, the first time someone had my cock in his mouth I was 14
and the other boy was 15. He's a man now and has been married for many
years and he's not gay, but he sure liked to suck me back then. I was
married myself for several years. You're not the first guy to do this to me
- and several of the guys who did were married when they did. You don't
have to be gay to like cock, you know."

I asked him to stand up and when he did I guided him away from the couch
and took his place. He quickly took my place and stood where I had been. I
bent forward and took his cock in my hand and touched my lips to it. He
sighed and leaned into me. I opened my mouth slightly and took the tip of
his young, 5 inch cock into my lips and ran my tongue over it. "Ooh that
feels so good. Can you do more of it?"

Without answering I opened my mouth and slowly slid about half his cock
into my mouth, applied tongue and suction and starting working it back and
forth. Within a few seconds he stepped forward a half second and pushed the
remaining half into my mouth. We quickly established a rhythm and he began
seriously fucking my mouth.

Within 30 seconds he quickly pulled out and loudly said, "I think I'm going
to cum!!

I quickly said, "that's okay, just let it happen. I'll catch it."  His
first shot hit my chin and I immediately took him in my mouth while he
moaned and squirted several more shots of his pure white cream into my
mouth, and I was swallowing as it came.

When he was spent, he pulled back, momentarily unsure of himself.

I said, "That was great, Justin. You did good." I stood up, wiping his seed
from my chin and said, "Just lie down on the couch on your back. It's my
turn now."

As he lay there with a relaxed look on his face, I stood over him and
jacked with purpose. "I'm going to shoot my spunk on you. Is that okay,
son?

He nodded somberly and I felt the wave coming. I aimed my cock at his chest
and let loose about 4 strings of cum that crossed his chest from his brown
nipples to his belly button, aiming my cock like a hose for each shot. I
stood and shook the final drops on this stomach. It was like a dog marking
its territory.

We were silent a few seconds and I stepped out of the office briefly to
gather some paper towels and began wiping his chest, his cock, and finally
mine I asked him to scoot over and he sat up and I sat next to him. "Well,
what did you think of that?"

"I don't know how to put it into words, Tom. It felt good and a little
scary at the same time."

"I understand. If you decide over the next day or so you don't want to do
this anymore, that's fine. If you feel drawn to play like this again, then
that's fine too. Either way this will remain our secret, right?

"Oh, for sure," he said. "But I liked it. It was all just so new to me, but
your mouth felt really good on my cock."

I felt safe and knew he's come back for more. "Fair enough," I said. Let's
finish cleaning up the shop and we'll head home. I know your Grandma wants
to take you out for dinner tonight."

"Yeah," Justin said, "I'm starting to feel hungry all ready.".







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 and brown hair. He looked me over, smiled
shyly 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 and looked down and said, "Yeah, me too." Hook set,
time to reel him in.

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. 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."