On Golden Lake Part 1

Justin almost immediately noticed. Blake could see the boy's eyes alternate between the movie clip and the tip of his exposed cock. Blake causally shifted in his seat, which had the effect of poking his cock out of the leg of his shorts even more. On the screen, the man was rapidly approaching his climax, as Blake's cock, the top two inches of which were now in plain sight against his inner thigh, twitched and throbbed.

"Watch Justin. He's about to come."

The blond released the man's swollen cock from her wet mouth. It was bright red and shiny from her saliva as she began jacking him off. Within a few seconds, pearly white tendrils of sperm shot violently into her open mouth. As he watched, Blake brought his left hand down to his cock and began to casually rub the exposed tip with his fingertips.

"Wow, look at that!" Justin said excitingly, his voice quavering with excitement over what he was seeing. "It's going right into her mouth!"

"Yup, that's pretty fucking hot," Blake agreed. "Some women like it when men come in their mouths."

"There sure is a lot of it."

"Yeah, quite a bit. I come about that much."

"You do?"

"Mmm hmm. Sure do." Blake decided to go for it. "When you're young, like you are, you don't usually come so much." He looked at Justin and smiled. "Do you come a lot Justin?"

Justin and looked away with embarrassment. "Umm, I dunno...I've never had...never had sex I guess."

Blake grinned. "That's okay, but I mean when you jack off." He looked at Justin intently. "You jack off don't you?"

Justin turned red. "I...I guess so."

"Sure you do. All men do it. I have sex with lots of women, but I still jack off all the time. Why not? It feels good."

Justin nodded slowly in agreement, as Blake continued. "Nothing to be ashamed of. If you're horny you should jack off." As he said this, he watched as Justin's eyes lowered to watch Blake stroke the tip of his erection. Blake feigned surprise, and chuckled. "I guess I didn't even notice I was doing it." He shrugged and called up another movie clip with the mouse. This one showed two well hung guys, one black and one white, and an Asian woman. The black guy was on his back while the woman took his cock up her ass, humping up and down. The white guy knelt next to the black, who licked at his erection.

"That guy's licking the other man!"

"Uh huh. What do you think of that?"

"Wow! And look!" Justin pointed excitedly at the screen. "His...cock is in her bum!"

"Yup...and he sure is enjoying it. Look how deep it's going!"

But Justin didn't hear him. He was looking down into Blake's lap. The man's cock was now fully exposed, over half of it poking through the open leg of his shorts. He was stroking it slowly, as it pulsed and throbbed in his fingers. "Mmm, that feels good," Blake groaned.

Justin's attention was now almost fully diverted from the movie. He openly gawked, watching as the older man got himself off. "Your...your cock is big," he said shyly.

Blake smiled at that. He'd never been accused of having a big cock before. "Actually, it's only average size. Probably not much bigger than yours."

Justin shrugged. "Mine's bigger than it used to be maybe."

"You can touch yourself if you want to Justin. Don't be shy."

"Oh, I don't know..." the youth's quiet voice trailed off.

Blake was nervous. This was the moment of truth. He didn't think he had moved too fast, but... He let Justin take his time, as the boy bit his lip uncertainly. Finally, he stood up, and hesitantly unsnapped his shorts. He sighed audibly, and then let the garment fall down his slim legs to his ankles. He paused, and then shyly pushed his white underwear down his thighs. For the first time, the boy's erect cock was exposed to Blake. It took all of his mental discipline to prevent himself from reaching out to touch the boy's beautiful cock, and he vowed that someday he would have it. Maybe not today, but soon. It was the most gorgeous dick he had ever seen...not as developed as an adult's, but clearly not a child's either. It was about five inches long and slim, sticking up proudly at a 45-degree angle. It was visibly throbbing with the boy's excitement. It was virtually hairless, except for a few wiry hairs sprouting from the base.

Justin's voice broke with nervousness and excitement. "It...It's not very big I guess, and I don't have any hair."

Blake smiled. "That's okay. It'll grow, and you'll get hair when you get older." He continued to openly stroke his prick as he gazed at the boy's cock. He could barely conceal his lust and desire. "You can touch yourself if you want," he said, in as casual a voice as he could muster.

Justin sat down again, slouched in the chair. The little rock-hard prick was now pointed straight up in his lap, and he slowly brought his left hand to his erection, his eyes not meeting Blake's. His slim fingers curled around the smooth shaft and squeezed lightly. Slowly, tentatively, he began to run the fingers up and down his slim cock. He began watching the video clip again through glazed eyes, his mouth half open.

On the computer monitor, the white blowjob recipient was coming in the black guy's face, and the woman leaned over to lick it up. Blake clicked the mouse and called up a similar clip, this one featuring three men and a young fox.

Blake began to pull harder on his swollen prick. He needed to come desperately, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. The combination of the erotic movie clips, and this young boy jacking off next to him, was mind-blowing.

Justin followed suit. His eyes were closed as his little fist began to pump back and forth on his rigid cock. Blake watched with smoldering lust as the youth's legs began to tremble. Justin was going to come soon as well.

Blake pistoned his fist furiously up and down on his cock as he watched Justin. Suddenly, his orgasm arrived. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned, as a thick stream of sperm shot into the air, falling back on his pumping hand. "UH!" He grunted and shot another streamer of cum, arching his back as he did so. Through his flickering eyelids, he saw Justin watching his orgasm with undisguised lustful curiosity.

Blake gasped and shot several progressively smaller streamers of cum over his pumping fist. Just as he was finishing, Justin moaned loudly and bucked his ass up off the chair, his legs held rigidly in front of him. Blake watched as a spray of hot cum squirted from the little boy's cock and rained down on his quivering thighs, marveling at the height and force of the boy's orgasm. "Uh, uh, uh..." grunted Justin. His eyes were tightly closed, his little fist flying up and down his hard cock as it sprayed his sperm on his thin legs. Gradually, the boy's fist slowed, and his breathing calmed down.

Blake smiled. "Gosh, you came a lot!" The boy smiled weakly, and looked ruefully down at his legs, covered with pearly globs of cum. Blake grabbed a box of Kleenex from the desk and offered it to Justin. The boy took several tissues and dabbed the cum off his legs, fingers, and cock.

Blake did the same, and put the wadded Kleenex on the desk. Normally he would have simply licked it off his fingers, but didn't know what the boy's reaction would have been. He pulled his shorts up and over his softening prick.

Justin finished cleaning himself, and, following Blake's lead, put the dripping wads of Kleenex on the desk in front of him. He hastily pulled his shorts back up, and tucked in his shirt. He was silent, and avoiding eye contact with the older man.

"Well, that sure was fun," said Blake. "Did you enjoy that?"

Justin nodded uncertainly. "Uh huh. It was...neat."

"Well, you're welcome to come over and do it again." Blake chuckled. "Or, you can even play with your computer the next time." Blake was relieved to see the boy grin.

"I should go now Blake. My mom's probably wondering where I am."

"Okay Justin. Um, maybe we should keep what we did our little secret huh?"

The boy nodded. "'Course."

Blake walked the boy down the hallway to the front entry. "You can't come over for a few days Justin, 'cause I'll be out of town on business." He carefully watched Justin's reaction to this revelation. Did he see a flash of disappointment on the cute little face?

"Okay. When will you be back?"

Blake tried to hide his relief. "Tuesday."

"Maybe I'll come back then?"

"Sure thing." He gave the boy a friendly pat on the arm as Justin walked out into the late afternoon sunshine. He closed the door and leaned against it, and a crooked smile crossed his face.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said aloud. He let out a long sigh of contentment and relief. He hadn't scared the boy off...Justin had definitely enjoyed their little game, and was even willing to come back. He walked back into the den and delicately picked up the wet Kleenex the boy had put on the desk. It was soaked and literally dripping with Justin's sperm. He put the wadded tissue to his nose and inhaled deeply. The musky smell permeated his nostrils, and despite his recent orgasm, he felt his cock twitch inside his shorts. He opened the kleenex up and flattened it on the desk, gazing longingly on the pearly boy-cum visible there. Blake scooped up a gob of sperm with his fingertips, and put them in his mouth. "Mmm," he said to himself. Yes, he definitely couldn't wait to see Justin again!

*****

Meg lifted a small spoonful of chicken soup to her full lips. Steaming hot. "Justin!" she called. "Time for lunch!" She dropped the spoon on the stove, carried the pot of soup to the dinette table, and placed it next to the ham sandwiches that were already there. She whistled tunelessly. Meg was in high spirits. Things were going so well this summer. Blake was so nice, and Justin had raved about his new friend.

"JUSTIN!" she called again.

Meg sighed. "Where IS that boy," she wondered aloud. She hadn't seen him since early in the morning. She walked down the hallway toward his room, and tapped lightly on the closed door. "Justin! Lunch is ready!"

There was no response. Maybe the boy was outside, but then why was the bedroom door closed? Meg turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly. She peered around the opened door, and her eyes widened with shock. Justin was lying nude on his unmade bed, his headphones perched on his head. His hand was wrapped around his erect penis, pumping up and down rapidly. He was masturbating!

Meg was frozen, her eyes wide and glued to the sight. Her recent ponderings about her young son's rapid maturing had been fleeting, but here was graphic evidence. There he was, furiously pumping away at his erection. Justin's eyes were tightly closed, his face frozen in a rapturous mask as he moved his hand furiously up and down on his reddened, hard penis. His stomach muscles were flexing, and his legs were quivering at the sensation of what must have been an impending orgasm. Meg tore her eyes from the scene and quickly backed out of the room.

She walked unsteadily back to the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat down at the table, trying to put what she had just seen out of her mind. Her emotions were tormented. Her son was growing up before her very eyes. Bill had told her that he had a "man to man" talk with him a few months ago. Meg had thought it was too early, but she obviously had been mistaken. She sighed, and watched the steam rising from the soup on the table in front of her. There was something else that she couldn't ignore. The sight of Justin's twitching penis flashed in her brain like a vision. She had felt a stirring in her loins as she watched him for those few moments. Even now, she could sense the familiar tingle in her crotch...

Meg closed her eyes tightly with consternation. 'Stop it!' she scolded herself. What was she doing? Getting horny at the sight of her own son?

"Hi Mom. Lunch ready?" Meg's eyelids snapped open. Justin had padded quietly into the kitchen.

"Yup. I...I was just going to come and find you."

Justin stopped, and looked with concern at his mother. "Are you okay?"

Meg nodded and tried to smile. "I'm fine...just...a little headache, that's all."

Satisfied at the response, Justin sat at the table and began to devour his lunch. Meg, on the other hand, sat in silence, barely touching her food.

"Say Justin?" she asked finally. "How about we take the boat out tomorrow and do some fishing? We could go to that spot your dad and I used to take you on the other side of the lake. Remember?"

"Sure Mom. Sounds fun."

They finished lunch, and Justin dashed outside while Meg cleaned up. It was a cloudy day, which matched her suddenly sour mood. The early afternoon sun didn't have the strength to break through the thin overcast.

She finished her kitchen clean-up, and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom to wash up. As she passed Justin's room, she paused and looked in. The bed was still unmade, sheets strewn carelessly, half on the floor. The unwanted image of Justin masturbating intruded into her mind again, and despite herself, she felt a longing ache in her groin. Without thinking, Meg entered the room. Her eyes caught a piece of crumpled kleenex wedged in the gap between the nightstand and the bed. Her heart began pounding in her chest, as she hesitantly bent down and gingerly picked the wad up, holding it delicately in her fingertips. It was soaked with Justin's sperm. She began to bring the wad into the kitchen to discard it, when an odd, musky odor wafted into her senses. It had been so long since she had smelled cum. Heart beating furiously in her chest, she raised the tissue to her nose and inhaled deeply. But then, as if coming out of a fog, her eyes widened as she realized what she was doing. She tossed the kleenex angrily into the bedside wastebasket, and held her face in her hands. 'What am I doing?' she asked herself bitterly. 'Get a hold of yourself Meg.'