On Golden Lake Part 1

Blake was nervous. Four days had passed since he and Justin had jacked off together, and the boy hadn't been over to visit. He didn't know how the youth would react to what they had done, but his absence was a bad sign. Was he scared...embarrassed? Worse, had he told his mother? This wasn't good. He considered walking over to visit them, but thought better of it. He decided to do some web surfing to take his mind off Justin, and had just turned the computer on when he heard a soft knock at the door.

Blake peered through the peephole and sighed with relief. It was Justin. "Hi! Come on in," he greeted the boy as he opened to door wide. He noticed the laptop tucked under the boy's arm. "Did you want to play with your computer, or do you...want to do something else?"

The boy looked down at his feet. "Well..."

"Would you like to see more movies on my computer?"

To Blake's joy, Justin looked up and nodded excitedly. "Good." He put his arm around the boy's shoulder and escorted him toward the den. "Let's see...what should we watch? What did you see last time again?"

"Um...there were a couple with...blowjobs, and..." his voice was nearly inaudible. "There was one with a man licking another man."

"Did you like that one? Which ones did you like best?"

Justin shrugged. "I dunno. They were ALL great!"

Blake laughed. "I like 'em all too." He pulled his computer chair away from the desk and sat down. "Let's see what I can find here." With a few mouse-clicks he opened the proper directory and scanned the file names. Justin stood next to the chair, eager to watch more movie clips.

Blake pondered awhile, finally deciding to elevate their game a bit. "Ah, here's a good one," he said finally. It's two young boys sucking each other. Long too, a couple of minutes I think." He opened the file and the clip flashed on the screen. A fifteen-year-old boy was kneeling in front of a younger boy of about Justin's age, sucking his stiff dick, while the older boy jacked off. The younger boy's eyes were glazed with lust, as he thrust his boy-cock into the sucking mouth.

"Oh that's a good one!" said Justin excitedly. "Run it again okay Blake?"

As the clip ran the second time, Blake focused on Justin's reaction. The boy's eyes were glued to the screen, and his breath was quickening with excitement. Blake could clearly see a bulge growing in the boy's shorts.

Blake called up another clip. This one showed two lesbians lying on a bed, and featured a close-up of a young blond licking an older woman's swollen pussy. The blonde's tongue darted against the woman's erect clitoris.

"Oooh," purred Blake. "I like watching lesbians. And that girl's an expert at licking pussy. See Justin? See how she's licking her clit?"

Justin nodded absently, but then cocked his eyebrow questioningly. "What's a clit Blake?"

Blake pointed to the monitor. "It's that thing that's sticking out at the top of her pussy lips. Women like to have it touched and licked...that's what makes them come." Justin nodded with understanding, and Blake noticed that the boy's hand was drifting to his groin.

The camera zoomed out to a perspective just behind the prone blond. Her thonged ass was pointed invitingly toward the camera as she sucked off the other woman. The narrow string of fabric only partially covered her puckered asshole.

"That's a sexy thong," observed Blake. The movie ended, and Blake double-clicked his mouse, bringing up a rather tame movie of a woman masturbating on a sofa. She reminded him of Meg - they were about the same age. The man and the boy watched in silence, each of them massaging the bulges in their groins. Blake's excitement was overwhelming. He knew this would lead to another jack-off session, but he wanted more. He hadn't figured out how to bring it to the next level - he desperately wanted to touch Justin's cock, or better yet, suck it. He licked his lips at the prospect.

He knew, though, that he had to be patient. One wrong move could scare the boy off, or worse, send him running to his mother. No, better ease into it. After all, he had the rest of the summer to work on getting his mouth around Justin's cute little prick. He smiled to himself. And on Meg's juicy cunt. He squeezed his prick, relishing the thought.

Justin was watching with fascination as the woman in the clip frigged her pussy to a wet, juicy froth. Her head was thrown back deep into the cushions of the sofa as her hips writhed sensuously to the caresses of her own hand.

To Blake, the resemblance to Meg was striking. He cleared his throat. "So Justin...has your mother worn her thong again?"

The boy started at the sound of Blake's voice, his eyes jerking away from the image of the masturbating woman. At the same time, his gaze diverted to Blake's crotch, taking in the sight of the older man massaging the huge bulge. He shook his head slowly. "No, but..." He paused, and a look of indecision came over him.

"But what?"

The boy's big brown eyes flickered upward, caught Blake's gaze briefly, then looked away. "I don't know if I should say..."

Blake's ears perked up. What was the boy hiding? This sounded interesting. He patted Justin on the arm soothingly. "You can tell me Justin...you can tell me *anything*. You trust me don't you?"

Justin nodded almost imperceptibly, gave a deep sigh, and a rush of words came from his mouth. "Well...we were out on the boat, and the motor died. And...and we had to pee, and she fell in...and she was all wet...and I saw her...her...like she was almost naked...and...".

Blake smiled. "Whoa...slow down." This sounded good, and his cock twitched inside his shorts. "Why don't you tell me from the beginning?"

Justin gulped, and then began to relate the story. About how he and his mother had peed in front of each other. How she had fallen into the lake. About her wet tee shirt, and the panties glued to her pussy. The boat ride home, with Meg's charms half-exposed to the ogle-eyed Justin. It was the most erotic thing Blake had ever heard, and Justin was obviously aroused by the memory. His hand rubbed against his erection at a faster and faster pace as he told the story, mesmerized by the memory of his mother's exhibitionism.

"Wow. You're very lucky Justin. Had you ever seen a girl pee before?"

Justin shook his head. "Uh, uh. It was weird. I kind of wanted to see it better, but I couldn't." His cheeks flushed red. "I mean...I guess I shouldn't have looked at her."

"Don't be embarrassed. Why shouldn't you have looked?"

"Well, because it's my Mom!"

"That's okay. It's still a girl. Lots of boys like to look at girls peeing. I do too."

"You do?"

"Sure. I'd give anything to see your mother pee." Blake licked his lips. "So you could see her pussy pretty well through the panties huh?"

"Yup...they were almost see-through. She kept telling me not to look, because she was embarrassed. But I kept peeking."

Blake laughed. "I would have too." Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the video clip of the Meg look-a-like still running, and suddenly, an idea leapt into his brain with vivid clarity. Of course!

He pointed to the monitor screen. "You know, this woman kind of reminds me of your Mom."

Justin swiveled his head to watch, then nodded. "Yeah, kind of," he agreed. "Except her...her pussy is hairier than Mom's."

"You know Justin...there's a way you can see your Mom doing what *she's* doing."

Justin's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "There is?"

"Yup...I can show you if you want."

"How?"

"Well, right after your Mom goes to bed tonight, call me on the telephone, then meet me outside your cabin."

*****

"I'm not sure if I should be doing this," Justin whispered.

"Don't be shy. You said you liked looking at her on the lake right? And you're curious about seeing more." Blake could just make out Justin nodding in the moonlight.

"Well, then c'mon."

They crept slowly up to the side of the cottage, next to Meg's window. "Okay," Blake whispered. "Be very, very quiet. Look under the curtains." He watched as the boy complied, his face glowing in the light filtering softly out of the room within.

"Do you see anything?"

"She's reading I think." The boy shifted his head lower to get a better angle around the edge of the curtain.

"What's she wearing?"

"Um...a tee-shirt and her under...oh wow."

Blake heard a sharp intake of breath. "What?"

"She's rubbing her titty through the shirt." Justin's soft voice was quavering with excitement.

Blake edged next to Justin and peered over the boy's head through the narrow gap between the curtain and the window frame. Sure enough, Meg was in what was becoming to Blake a familiar position, lying on her back on the bed, her dark brown hair spilling across the pillow. She was holding her book in her left hand, and massaging her tit through the tee shirt with the other hand. Blake could see the distinct bumps formed by her erect nipples, poking against the tight fabric.

But that didn't last long. As they watched, Meg tugged on the shirt, sliding it up and over her tits, exposing them to his (and Justin's) leering stare. She began to pluck softly at one of the erect, brown nipples. Blake knew the routine well by now. He had no doubt that caressing her breasts would soon cause her to begin fingering herself. This time though, he was sharing the magnificent sight with her horny little son. Justin emitted a tiny squeak of excitement, as he gazed with rapt attention at his mother's lolling, heaving breasts.

Blake and Justin were standing side by side, squeezed next to each other as they peeked through the window. Blake could hear the boy's quickening breath as the excitement of watching his mother took hold of him. And despite the fact that Blake had seen this sight before, his cock began to twitch and stir beneath his shorts. He and Justin watched as Meg placed her book down on the bed next to her, and she began to slide and caress the fingers of both hands over her tits, and then gradually lower, teasing herself as she caressed and tickled the sensitive skin of her tummy.

Blake's cock pulsated in his groin - it was bent uncomfortably inside his shorts, and he reached down to adjust it, letting it poke out the bottom of his shorts. He began to stroke it idly. "Your mom is so fucking sexy," he whispered. "It's making me hard watching her."

In the dim light that filtered through the curtain, Blake could see Justin angle his head downward briefly, and he watched the older man's hand caress his prick. But his attention was soon diverted back to the window.

"Are you getting a hardon?" Blake asked coyly. Justin nodded in reply. "Then you should take your dick out like me and play with yourself. Make it feel good just like she's doing." Justin hesitantly began to pull the front of his shorts down and over his erection.

"Let me help you," said Blake hoarsely. Briefly releasing his own erect cock, he knelt in the soft grass next to Justin and carefully pulled the boy's shorts and underwear down, pulling them outward as he did so to release the boy's erection. Once it was clear of the waistband, Blake pulled the garments down the boy's smooth thighs, allowing them to stop just above the knees. He stared fixedly at Justin's 5-inch erection, faintly visible in the dim light. His own cock pulsated in his fist. "Go ahead," Blake urged. "Play with yourself."

Blake remained in his kneeling position as Justin began to slowly slide his little fist along his erect, hairless shaft. The boy turned to peer into the window again. Blake watched with glazed eyes as the boy pulled his thin shaft.

Justin inhaled sharply. "What is it?" asked Blake.

"She's pushing her underwear down," Justin replied in an excited whisper. I can see her hair." Excited at what he was seeing, the boy began to stroke his thin shaft at a much faster pace. Blake's face was only inches away from the little cock. His excitement grew and he began to jack himself off. He could easily have come, but he didn't want to - not yet. He focused on the boy's cock rather than his own - he could hear the soft whisking sound of the boy's hand sliding along his prick. He could discern the faintest smell of the boy's sweaty groin, and he desperately wanted to touch the little cock, to taste it. He looked up at the boy's face. His mouth was gaped open slightly, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Is she playing with herself?" The boy was too dumbstruck too answer, but he nodded vigorously.

Blake was wracked with indecision. He couldn't stand it anymore. The urge to touch the boy was so strong, but he didn't want to scare him away. He hesitantly reached his hand out and placed it softly on Justin's smooth, hairless thigh. The boy gasped, and jerked his leg slightly away from the older man's touch.

"Shh," he whispered soothingly. "It's okay. Let yourself feel good." He let his strong hand rest on the front of Justin's thigh, just below the smooth tight balls. "What is she doing now?"

Justin's meek voice was shaking with lust and excitement. "She...she's rubbing her...her pussy."

"Mmm...I'll bet she's making herself feel good...just like we're doing."

Blake turned his body until he was kneeling directly in front of Justin. The boy was uncertain, nervous...he stopped jacking off, but his thin shaft remained erect, poking skyward, only inches in front of Blake's face. Blake cautiously, patiently, slid both strong hands up the boy's slim thighs. "Just relax Justin," he said soothingly. "Keep watching your mom, and let me make you feel good, okay?" His fingertips were now brushing the boy's smooth, hairless balls. Justin jerked his hips at the sensation.

"What's your mum doing?"

Justin's voice was breathless and shaking. "She's...turned on her stomach. And...and she's got her hands under her...I can't see...her bum's bouncing up and down."

'Hmmm, this is a new twist.' Blake thought. 'Sounds like Meg's found herself a new position.' His fingertips were now brushing at the base of Justin's erect shaft. He could barely feel the few soft, wispy pubic hairs there. The boy stood rigid, reveling in the sensation.

"Do you like looking at her bum?" Blake danced the fingers of his right hand along the side of Justin's slim, hard cock. The boy's hips twitched at the man's touch. Blake encircled the prick with thumb and index finger, and slowly rubbed them along the hard shaft.

"Ohh," Justin whimpered.

Encouraged by the boy's response, he leaned his head forward, and touched the tip of his tongue to Justin's salty cockhead. Justin inhaled sharply, and his prick jerked violently at the touch. Blake licked the boy's pisshole gently, while he continued to jack him off with his encircling fingers. He placed his other hand on Justin's smooth asscheeks, and gently, but firmly pulled the boy toward him.

Blake would forever remember that first taste of Justin's sweet little virgin cock. So young and smooth...and sensitive. It twitched inside Blake's sucking mouth, the cockhead rubbing against the back of Blake's throat. The boy was moaning, reveling in the sensation of his first ever blowjob, and he bucked his hips slowly to and fro, fucking the older man's tight lips.

Blake began to jack himself off, and wedged the fingers of his other hand in the crack of Justin's ass, caressing and massaging him there. The boy's tight asscheeks flexed, trapping the fingers in the sensitive crevice. Blake's index finger probed the tight little asshole, and he contemplated inserting it in the boy's virgin butt. But suddenly, Justin moaned, and his ass bucked furiously as he fucked Blake's mouth. Blake felt the boy's cock pulsating against his tongue, and then, with a soft gasp, Justin came.

The boy's sweet cum shot in hot, molten jets into Blake's throat. The man nearly gagged, but he hung on, sucking furiously at Justin's engorged cock. It spurted again and again inside his mouth, and he swallowed the sperm hungrily, pulling the boy as deeply inside as he could. He furiously jacked himself off, until he too, was coming. A massive tremble shook his body, and his thick sperm shot out in spurt after spurt on the ground at Justin's feet.