Tom whimpered softly as I gently cupped his balls in my hand . I stopped stroking his cock to allow him to feel the joy of his testicles being gently caressed. His eyes were closed, clearly savouring the moment - another person's hands on his most intimate, sensitive parts, for the very first time ever.
Suddenly there was the "crash" of my side gate being blown shut by the wind. It's a big wooden door, actually 6 feet high, in the alleyway that separates the front garden from the rear. I generally keep it locked, for the security of the motorbikes, but since Tom had started visiting I had been leaving it unlocked for him to gain access. It is easily caught by the wind , once opened, and it is difficult to shut it quietly.
" Someone's coming !" - we both panicked, hastily hoisting our pants, followed by Tom's shorts and my jeans, frantically struggling with buttons and zips. "Hellooo" came a call from the front of the garage, in a female voice, which I instantly recognised as Jan's. " Shit, its my mother" gasped Tom , rearranging , although it was difficult for him to hide his hard erection. I had struggled similarly, but by the time Jan had reached the workshop side door, we were both, at least, fully clothed, and standing, separated from each other. " Ah , so this is where it all happens" said Jan, peering in the door, and (hopefully) referring to motorbike stuff , rather than to anything else. " I thought I should come and see for myself how Tom's project is coming along, I hope you don't mind, Roy" . I was actually struggling to know what to say, we'd come so awfully close to being caught "with our trousers down" as the saying goes. "Jeez, we were lucky" was what I was actually thinking, but then Tom saved the day by telling his mother that we were still planning the next stage of the restoration, and that we hadn't actually done any work today, a quick coverup for the fact that our hands weren't even dirty. " Nice workshop, Roy" said Jan, looking around - you have plenty of interesting stuff here - meaning ( I hoped) the range of tools and other equipment. "Tom is so lucky that he can spend time with you, and he has so much to learn" she said, with a little sparkle in her eye. My erection had already collapsed rapidly, with her sudden intrusion, and at the thought of being caught out, but looking across at Tom, I could see that his hard-on hadn't, so it was a good thing that his mother wouldn't be looking at him, at least not in that sort of way. "I really came round to tell you, Tom, that tea will be early tonight ; I'm going out with the ladies, so don't be late back, please" . Tom mumbled his agreement, and Jan, fortunately, turned to go, without having noticed anything untoward. After she'd gone, we looked at each other, "Oh, my god, that was close" ! Tom looked crestfallen and said " I'm so sorry, Roy, I was really enjoying that - trust my Mom to spoil it"! His erection had subsided too, and I said " So was I, but it could have been a lot worse , if she'd arrived just a bit later - we will have to be more careful. I don't think she suspected anything." I had been so looking forward to bringing us to our mutual orgasms, together, for the first time, but I knew that I at least, wouldn't be able to get back into it - the moment had been lost. I think Tom, too, had lost the urge , because he made no attempt to continue with the action. "We'll just clean a few bike bits ready for the next stage, Tom, and then you'll need to be off". Tom looked saddened, but replied "ok".
I realised that, at some point, I would need to have the chat with Tom that his mother had asked me to do, although I was already thinking that he probably already knew more than enough ! Jan would obviously be asking me whether I had given him "the talk", so perhaps I shouldn't leave it for too long.
During the week, I thought further about what Jan was actually hoping to gain from me having the "growing up sex-talk" to Tom, and I decided that it was probably a normal mother's concern that her young son shouldn't actually get any girls pregnant. She obviously had no idea that Tom might be gay. So I decided that the very least I should do, to quel her worries, and to complete her request, would be to explain to Tom all about condoms, and the need for safe sex of every kind.
And in doing so, perhaps I could build in some practical "hands on " tuition, which could, in itself, be fun. I needed to get some condoms, something I hadn't purchased for years.
I was disappointed by the abrupt end to the intimate moments that had been developing with Tom, and the thought crossed my mind that the opportunity might not occur again. But I needn't have worried, Tom appeared as usual the following week, on his way home from school, obviously as frustrated as I was. I had been preparing to go for a blast on the motorbike, and already had my leathers on, but welcomed Tom anyway. I was pleased that he'd come back.
"I'm so sorry, Roy, Mum just had to come around - I think she likes you, it wasn't really to check up on us.". He revealed that his mother had obviously enjoyed a good evening out with her female friends, and had clearly had a little too much to drink . She had come into his room, before going to bed, sat on his bed next to him, and had an unusually long chat with him, asking if he was really ok, and wondering if he was getting on alright with the girls at school, and " did he have any particular friends ?" , to which he had replied negatively , but didn't reveal why. "Ah, you have so much to learn" she had said, " and maybe Roy will help you". He chuckled at sharing his mother's words with me, and continued " I think you started to show me, last week, Roy !" before saying " I keep thinking about it, Roy, it was awesome when I felt your hand close around my balls, and every time that I recall that moment, that feeling, my cock gets hard, and I just need to feel your hand on it, again please." His freckled, fresh young face was kind of pleading with me. I confessed to him that I had been feeling pretty much similar thoughts, myself.
(But I think that, with age, the urgency, the immediacy, get diminished . Emotions are more under control).
" Will you stroke it for me, please Roy? " he suddenly whispered. " I've delayed doing it myself for three days, but now I really need some release". I could see the aching need in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. The desperate daily desire of a teenage boy to ejaculate . For such a shy young boy to ask like that, was really quite exciting for me and I felt privileged that he was asking me, for such intimate help.
"I don't have too much time, myself, right now Tom" I said . "I'm due out with my bike buddies for a ride, very shortly. " But let me see to this little problem for you, before I go". The front of his school trousers were already showing signs of arousal, so with no hesitation, I was able to reach out and gently stroke his nob end through the fabric, with just the tip of my forefinger. " Ooooh" groaned Tom. I dallied a little, further stimulating the very tip, then slid my thumb and two fingers, either side of his shaft, gradually down the length, before cupping his balls in the palm of my hand. Tom groaned again, and this time, there was no disguising the pleasure in his voice. I hadn't really intended for our next session to be just a "quickie" but I also realised that at his age, the desire to cum can be overwhelming, and I was in a bit of a hurry myself. I wasn't going to take my own leathers off, but I could see no problem with me helping out the now horny and desperate Tom.
"Shall I give your lovely package some air?" I quizzed, and without waiting for a response , located his zip fastener , and moved it down the full length of the zip. Tom instinctively knew what was required - he quickly undid his own top button, opening school trouser fronts entirely, and revealing the prominent "tent" in his pale blue underpants. They were stretched underneath his testicles, and so tightly over his hard length, that I could clearly see not only the full helmet outline, but also the crease of his piss slit, where it was already wet. "Let's have these out of the way, too, Tom" I breathed, carefully lifting the elastic waistband of his pants, away from his stomach, and down, clear of the end of his rigid boy cock. It was exceptionally hard, and even as I looked at that amazing organ, his balls were drawing up tighter to his body. It was a truly magnificent sight to me, proudly standing to attention, absolutely rigid, with the well defined nob end, swollen and purple. His tip was now dribbling precum down the underside of the shaft, and the liquid had already reached down the full length, to his scrotum. I knew that he wouldn't last very long at all - he had been in need for several days, and he hadn't yet experienced that amazing feeling of a stranger's hand masturbating his tool. " Fuck" said Tom, his eyes closing with lust. His foreskin was already retracted well back on the nob end, such was the strength and length of his erection. Standing directly in front of him, I quickly wrapped my outstretched warm right hand around his shaft , my palm on the wet underside of his cock, and my thumb over the upper shaft, gripping it quite firmly. Tom immediately started slight thrusting movements, his lubricated cock slipping easily over my upturned palm, and pushing his lovely big, tapered helmet right out of his foreskin, at each little thrust. "Fuck! " repeated Tom. "Don't stop!" " Please, don't stop" . In reality, I wasn't actually doing anything - it was only Tom's own work, with his involuntary thrusting movements, that were causing his nob end to fully appear and then immediately retract, with his foreskin riding on and off the flare of his bell end. This was not the moment for tissues - I just had time to watch Tom's anguished expression, with his eyes still tightly shut, and then, as I looked down at the beautiful sight of his rock solid organ in the palm of my hand, I could see that his balls had totally tightened up, no longer any loose skin, both fully wrinkled, exposing the pronounced dividing ridge between them. Tom was not going to require any further encouragement ! His clean white school shirt tails formed a kind of curtain , either side of my hand on his crotch. The purple colour of his nob end, a marked contrast against that shirt. Despite the fact that I was in a bit of a hurry, my own nob had grown solid at the sight of Tom's splendid erection, but it was heavily restrained within my leathers. I remembered my own early experiences at the hands of an adult man, and I wanted Tom to be happy with his first times with me. I scarcely had time to study his lovely young face, racked in ecstacy, not pain, when I realised I was probably standing in the firing line, but with no time to move my position, I simply angled his rapidly thrusting cock slightly away from me, tightened my grip on his shaft, and watched in awe, as the jets of his boycum erupted in a series of arcs out onto the dusty garage floor , forming a pattern of separate splashes and blobs, eight ropes altogether.
"Fuck" gasped Tom, yet again , gradually opening his eyes, squeezing my hand in his, with both our hands clasped together, over his cock, continuing to milk the last of his boyjuice out in small drips, onto the garage floor.