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I didn't see Tom again after he left, for another 10 days. I'm guessing he felt guilty that he had lost control so quickly, but it really hadn't mattered to me, I could still remember back to the times in my own youth when I too had felt the overwhelming pleasure of having my cock manipulated by a much older man. However, I could also recall the feelings of it somehow being wrong, or dirty, after the event, so I sympathised with young Tom, and understood why he would need to stay away for a while. I hoped that he wasn't too embarrassed at having ejaculated onto my garage floor.
Anyway, I was equally confident that he would return at some point, to see me again. Things are tough when you're young, finding your feet in many ways simultaneously, and all the time being unsure about yourself. I knew that Tom would think about the beautiful feeling that he had experienced from being masturbated, by someone else, and he would think about it each time he played by himself in bed at night, or in the morning. Living as he did with his mother, I knew that he wouldn't get too many opportunities, or the time, for masturbation, except at night times in his bed. I wondered if he dreamt about how I had made him feel when his cock had spasmed in my hand. This caused me to think somewhat similar thoughts about his mother, Jan, a fine young woman who would also be going without regular sex, except by her own hand. I wondered who she thought about when the need arose - maybe me ( transient thought !) , or perhaps she too thought about her son, Tom, even ? She knew that he had reached the age when he was masturbating often, and that thought reminded me that I had made a promise to her that I would give Tom an "age appropriate" talk about contraception etc. She would, no doubt, ask me about that, at some point. So I couldn't help but wonder if they actually both masturbated in their beds, in separate rooms, in their little house, with just a thin dividing bedroom wall between them - maybe even at the same time ?
I always had plenty of work to do, both on the garden, and maintaining my motorbikes, so although my thinking drifted back to Tom (and his lovely, young cock) periodically, the time for me, at least, went quickly. I had bike ride-outs, too, while the summer was fine. Nevertheless, since more than a week had passed without seeing or hearing from Tom, I myself was starting to feel the need for some release of built-up sexual tension. Even though I am retired, I still feel the need, fairly frequently, to relieve my aches and stresses with adrenaline ( bikes !) or he endorphine release of a nice wank. I had remembered to acquire a packet of condoms for demonstration to Tom, and kept them in a drawer in the garage.
In the absence of contact with young Tom, I actually lasted for more than a week before I started to feel the need for relief, and then it was only because I happened to glance at my magazine stash in the garage. This glance had caused me to extract the gay mag that had so interested young Tom, from the pile, and whilst thumbing through it, to re-live my visual memories of Tom masturbating over those particular pages that had so excited him. My dick became uncomfortably swollen in my pants as I looked at the photo images again, and the streaks on them, where I had wiped away Tom's spillage. I could remember the sequence of the pages that had led up to young Tom getting over-excited, and as I worked through them, it was having exactly the same effect on me. By the time I had got to the page where the two guys were hard together, my penis had erected and was straining for release from my underpants. Although I could easily have gone indoors to watch some internet porn, and get some much needed manual relief, I felt that I should experience the self-same feelings that Tom had, in the garage. The thought took me back to my early schoolboy wanking days, when we sought out hidden, or discarded, mags used by older boys to get some sexual satisfaction. I used to actually prefer the used mags rather than brand new purchases, the "used" look giving me some sort of perverse pleasure, knowing that they had already been wanked over by at least one boy, and probably more. I liked to think about the hard dicks that the images and stories had already caused for others, and wondering which pages had actually triggered them to finally ejaculate. I was just loosely stroking my swollen nob end through my jeans when I heard the sound of my side gate being shut, but without a lot of noise. It panicked me slightly , wondering if it might be Jan, with her gentle approach, so I was rapidly sticking the mags away, when Tom's smiling young face appeared at the door. "Hi Roy" he chirped, "I was hoping to catch you here, sorry it's been a while." I saw his eyes go from looking directly at my face, to looking at the pile of mags still only loosely arranged, before looking directly back again at my flustered face. And then, briefly, down to looking at my jeans, where the bulge would have been obvious to a blind man. " Oooh" said Tom, obviously gaining in confidence " can I give you a hand ..... or anything ?", smiling broadly. "Yes, I think it might be your turn" I laughed, relieved that it was Tom arriving, not his mother, and we both chuckled. I was pleased to see him, and by his broad smile, I knew that he wanted to see me, and it was nice to know that there was no difficult tension between us, despite the age difference, after our last encounter.
"Mum suggested that you might want to talk to me" he added, "but didn't say what about".
"Yes, have you got time to stay ? " I asked, and as he nodded, I moved to draw the security shutter on the window down, and shut the garage door. "I only have about 30 minutes before Mum will be home" he added "will that be enough ?"
"Yes , I just have some things to show you , and talk about, now could be a good moment".
Opening the drawer, I reached in and took out the packet of condoms . " Do you know about these ? " I asked, deciding that he probably did, and thinking that was the safest way to broach the subject. "Oh, yeh. We've had some advice at school" he said "but I've never actually seen one in place". I told him "they're easy enough to use, but it's worth while having a little practice, to get them on - you may have to do it without actually being able to see what you're doing". Tom asked if he could take one out, so I said "yes, of course, they're here to be used". I passed the packet to him, and he carefully opened it and took out one of the foil wraps. "Shall I open it ?" he asked, and I nodded. "But before you do, you will actually need to be hard, so you get to use it, rather than waste it" I told him. He quickly replied "Oh, that won't take long - show me your magazines, Roy ! I love the sequence where the boy rubs cocks together with the older man" . I knew, of course, exactly where to find that, having just looked at it, and my dick was still very aroused. I got the mags out, opened several and spread them on the bench, open at appropriate pages. "Ooooh" groaned Tom, his hand going immediately to cup his crotch. "Shall I do that for you ? While you turn the pages ?" I asked. Without waiting for his reply, I slowly slid my left hand down the front of his school trousers, on the inside. He didn't resist, and groaned slightly as he reached out to steady himself against the bench. I could feel that his prick had started to erect, although it was by no means hard. Tom was intently studying the open pages of the mags, standing a little way from the bench, to allow me room to manipulate his cock, and now supporting himself with both hands on the bench, which put his lovely schoolboy rump in an inviting position for me to move behind him, while still keeping my left hand down in his underwear. Instead of grasping his growing cock, I cupped my hand round his young balls, gently massaging them. With an inevitable reaction, Tom parted his legs to give me better access, and in doing so, his ass was thrust further out, his muscular young buttocks coming into contact with the tip of the tent in my own trousers. "Ooooh! " said Tom, instantly recognising what had occurred, and further shuffling his position so that he could feel the full length of my hardon pressed between us. He shuffled his ass left and right several times, against my dick, causing it to harden further, which he clearly enjoyed. I moved slightly to the right, so that I could reach around his waist with that hand too. I was intending to undo his files for him so that we could both enjoy the sight of his erect cock as we looked through the gay mag together. My movement had caused my own erection to come into perfect alignment with his ass crack, and nestling in between his cheeks, albeit with several layers of clothes between us. He pushed backwards against me. " Oh, that feels good " sighed Tom, and I agreed. Emboldened by his consent , I gently moved my right hand around his waist until it was around his fully clothed dick. We enjoyed a short moment of pleasure, with my arms around his waist, his balls in my left hand, his dick in my right, and with my own full erection wedged between us, lying in his ass crack. Tom wriggled a bit in my grasp and I could feel the full effect on my nob end. My right hand let go of his dick momentarily and moved to unzip his flies " May I ?" I whispered, and Tom nodded, enjoying the feelings from his rump, while still studying the pornographic magazine images. I carefully slid his zipper down, undid the top trouser button , allowing his trousers to drop, before then using both my hands to lift his pale blue pants clear of his swollen member and pushing them down his young thighs. His dick sprang free and stood to attention , nearly touching the bench, his foreskin retracted somewhat, nob end partly exposed. For a moment I enjoyed the sight of his superb cock, and gingery young balls, outlined against a backdrop of gay images laid out on the bench. Tom groaned as I grasped his cock , and he thrust his ( now bare) rump backwards against the bulge in my trousers. I had a sharp intake of breath before managing to say " I want to show you something, Tom". " Yes, I know," he gasped " the condom". I couldn't resist having a couple of little tugs at his cock, before letting go, each of them causing his foreskin to snap back off the ridge, and then slowly back. I was severely tempted to continue masturbating him from behind, with my rigid tool squashed against his backside. "Fuck" sighed Tom , "I so love the feel of your hand on me .....". I not only loved the feel of his rock hard young cock in my hand, I was enjoying the thrust of his rump backwards , squeezing the length of my shaft between his buttocks. " Wait just a moment , Tom " I pleaded, "I need to release ", swiftly letting go with both hands, unbuckling my belt, and dropping both my pants and my trousers to my ankles, before once again pressing the length of my hard cock, laying again along his crease, but now with skin on warm skin. I could feel the hair of my ball sack pressing against his lower backside, and upper thighs. I looked down between us to see, and my nob end twitched as I watched. "Oh, that feels so good" Tom grunted. " Please watch what I'm going to show you, Tom" I whispered "then you can do the same for me". Reaching both my hands round his waist again, my finger ends sliding round against his warm belly, I picked up the condom foil from the bench top, and with both hands opened the sachet. "Watch closely, so you'll understand exactly what to do ". Peering over Tom's shoulder my eyes were drawn momentarily to the coloured magazine photo of the man and boy rubbing their cocks against each other in a real frot position. Discarding the sachet onto the floor, Tom and I watched as I used both hands to position the the condom over Tom's beautiful swollen purple nob end. " pull your foreskin right back, Tom" I gasped, and as he obligingly did so, I managed to unfurl the condom roll, over his nob end , and then, with several alternate left and right hand strokes unrolled the rubber down the length of his rigid dick, till it nestled against his balls. It was a colourful picture that I shall always remember, the purple of his cockhead, the pink and red of his shaft, his ginger pubic hair, all framed against the background of gay porn pics. And his pale blue pants around his ankles. " Your turn to do the same for me, please, Tom" I breathed in his ear " I need you to do it". Breaking away from my embrace, Tom picked up the second rubber from the pack, split the outer between his teeth and one hand, turned around to face me, looking deep into my eyes and gradually dropped to his knees on the floor. His young hands ran down the length of my thighs as he did so. My old cock was fully at attention in anticipation, my pants and trousers around my ankles, and Tom's face now very close to it. I could see him studying my veiny cock as he checked that he had the shiny condom the correct way round. His face was so close to my groyne that I could feel the puffs of his breath on my balls. The dear boy gave the end of my nob a quick kiss before carefully placing the condom on my helmet, which in itself caused me to shudder. He looked up at my face with his wide-open young eyes, studying my expressions as he delicately handled my privates. Although my cock is not particularly long, I have an unusually large mushroom shaped nob with a thick, flared flange. It stands out from my shaft. Tom had to use both of his hands to persuade the rubber to stretch over the nob to the ridge, but once clear of that obstacle, he was easily able to roll it down the shaft with one hand until it was stopped by my hairy balls. At the same time he was lovingly caressing my testicles with his other hand. I loved the feeling of his young hands learning, and I hoped that he was experiencing the same sexual magnetism while he learned. As he was now on his knees immediately in front of me, looking down, I could see along the curve his back , still clad in school shirt, to the twin globes of his bare buttocks, and the tempting crease between them. But I knew that I mustn't be too hasty, he was a young lad and had a lot to learn - it would have to be one gentle step at a time, I wasn't going to rush him.