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As Tom knelt before me, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind - he was trusting his boyhood innocence to a much older male, and I was aware that I needed to treat him carefully, gently, and to make sure that he was enjoying things as much as I was enjoying him. I loved his young schoolboy cock. From his kneeling position, he looked up at me with his big questioning eyes, and I knew that he was looking for guidance from me - after all, this was all new to him.
I gave him the permission that he sought - " You can suck it, if you like, Tom". My cock was absolutely rigid now, with the condom really tight over my helmet, glistening in the daylight from the garage window. Still looking up , watching my face, he opened his mouth and allowed his lips to part around my nob end, in what felt to me like an open-mouthed kiss. His lips were warm, and I know I trembled slightly as the shiny nob end started to disappear. I closed my eyes to experience the feeling of penetrating this boy's mouth for the very first time. With a little difficulty, he took the whole width of my helmet into his mouth, and I experienced the sensation of his warm wet tongue exploring the slit, and the very sensitive underside of my cock end. I didn't push, I allowed him to experiment. Even through the condom , it was a lovely feeling, like penetrating a young virgin, it was so absolutely hot. As I enjoyed those moments fully, I opened my eyes to see whether Tom was appreciating it too. But before I had time to look down at Tom's face, I became aware of the image that I was seeing in the mirror on the far side of the garage. It wasn't intended, I hadn't placed the mirror there intentionally ( the one that I move around to view the underside of motorcycles) but purely by chance, it was in exactly the right place for me to see a rear view of Tom kneeling before me. I could see the back of his head, down to the reflection of Tom's beautiful firm white ass cheeks, naked below his school shirt, parted by the way he was kneeling. With his knees spread apart on the garage floor, I was also getting a clear rear view of young balls dangling between his legs, slightly coloured ginger by the onset of his developing pubic hair. His testicles were swinging ever so gently as he bobbed his head on my erect cock. I could also glimpse the darker outline of the skin of his puckered butt hole between parted white cheeks. It was a beautiful sight that probably only I, and his mother, had ever seen. The view of hairy testicles hanging between outspread thighs, when seen from behind, has always been exceedingly stimulating to me, so I fully savoured that particular sight of young Tom's rear.
"Slowly, Tom, take things slowly" I managed to whisper, as I could feel his tongue starting to explore the underside of my cock helmet. It was an exquisite feeling, and one that I wanted to prolong.
" Please stand up, Tom" I commanded. I wanted him to enjoy his initiation to oral sex, but also to feel some warm intimacy in the build up. Tom reluctantly allowed my nob end to slip back out from his lips, as he stood up, looking disappointed. It was an exquisite sensation as the flange of my nob end withdrew from between his tight lips. For a moment we both stood, naked from the waist down, looking into each other's faces, with our cocks at full mast, almost touching tip -to-tip, and with only a very little distance between us. Tom gently reached out, affectionately put his young arms around my waist, in a gradually tightening hug, causing our two penises to come fully into contact along the whole of their lengths. I savoured the feeling of my veiny old organ being squashed against his virginal rampant member. He was so hard ! No words were exchanged. For a moment or two, the undersides of two rigid lengths of cock were in full contact, from nob ends to ball sacs squeezed together, but then the slippery surface of two condom covered dicks being squashed together caused them to slip and our erections became parked side by side as we embraced. I liked the feel of our balls touching together, as we savoured the intimate nature of such close contact between man and boy. Instinctively we both leaned slightly backwards from the waist , so that we could each gaze down, between our stomachs, onto the swollen nob ends, now snuggled between our bodies, side by side, eye to sky. I took the moment to notice, and remember the sexual differences, and I think Tom was doing the same thing. My circumcised cock head was clearly much broader , nearly twice as thick as his, and with a small piss slit. Tom's young bell end was tight, not much wider than his shaft, but with a lengthy, recessed, slit clearly visible through the transparent condom. I thought how smooth and beautiful his rigid young penis actually was. As we took in the mesmerising view of the two bell ends, Tom pulled back slightly, his cock slipped down alongside mine, and his slit was then hidden , out of view, under the ridge of my helmet. The sliding movement of the two cocks together caused Tom to gasp - " fuck, that feels lovely, Roy". As his arms remained round my waist , holding us together, I reached down with my hands to grip his slim ass cheeks , one in each hand. I felt his butt muscles tighten as he very gently rocked his hips back and forth, stimulating our dicks simultaneously , sliding flange against flange. "Go steady Tom" I whispered, wanting the tender moment to last - " we don't want to cum too quickly ". He relaxed his grip around my waist, and the body contact was released, allowing us a better view of both penises. I couldn't help but notice the contrast between his fluffy developing ginger pubes and the darkness of my own hairy pubic bush, and heavy balls. I so wanted to feel his lovely young cock in my mouth ! I moved my hands slowly down from his buns, gradually down the back of his thighs, as I sank to my knees in front of him. From my kneeling position I could take in the full beauty of his youthful, fully erect cock, the whole length slippery and shiny within the tight condom sheath. I could tell that, once his foreskin had been retracted from covering his lovely nob, there was almost no difference between the width of his shaft, and the width of his nob, after a lifetime of compression in tight foreskin. With me being circumcised as a child, my own glans had been free to develop a broad flange without being constructed by tight foreskin. His nob was also big, but long, not wide. I loved that elongation of his bellend, it added considerably to the length of his member . The contrast was obvious, his long, slender, youthful, and mine thick, flared, and with bulbous nob end. Looking up, I could see that Tom's eyes had closed, his head had gone back, in anticipation of what I was about to do. But I took a moment or two to study, close up, the straight veins of the underside of his young cock, and to admire the texture of his ball sack. Only a few moments previously I had been able to see in the mirror his young balls hanging in their sack, reflected from behind, but already now they had become pulled up tight to his body, and his scrotum tightly wrinkled, within its ginger fuzzy coat. It was a wonderful sight close up, and the smell of his perspiration was intoxicating. I knew that he was extremely aroused. His penis was so erect and hard that it was almost flat against his stomach, so I had to gently ease the length away from his body to just take the end into my wet mouth. I had wanted this moment for a long time, and my own cock was now as rigid as it had ever been, my swollen nob almost seeming to burst the condom.
" Ooooh" was the sharp intake of breath as Tom felt my lips close around his nob end. I could only imagine exactly how he was feeling, experiencing for the very first time in his young life, the beauty of his most private parts being inside another human being's mouth... My thoughts went flying back to my own "first" encounter back in my school days when I had managed to get into a ( dubious) cinema showing "blue" films, although I had been well under age. My intention, at that time, was only just to get a nice wank on my own in the back row, of the fleapit cinema, but it had rapidly developed into a situation, really beyond my control . I had never been in an "adult" movie theatre before. I recalled that I had innocently allowed a complete stranger to almost remove my pants before sucking me to a mind blowing orgasm while I watched almost the same thing happening on the big screen. I never even knew the stranger's name, and our paths had never crossed again. Those memories however, did cause me to recall that my part in that particular scenario had actually been very spontaneous, but not entirely innocent. I had gone into the cinema naively, without realising what actually frequently happened in such dens, and I had sat in the dark seats, somewhere towards the back row, expecting to be able to fumble myself to orgasm within the confines of my own trousers, watching the porn, without any adult noticing what I was doing. It hadn't occurred to my young brain that many adult men masturbated too. It had therefore come as quite a surprise to me at the time, as my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, to discover that there were more than just a few older adult males who were already actually openly masturbating in their seats, each separated by a few empty seats. They were all transfixed, gazing at the nearly pornographic content of the main screen whilst manipulating their privates. It was only then, as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, that I realised in the darkness that there was a guy only two seats away from me, on my row, that was gently working his penis with one hand while slowly caressing his exposed testicles with the other hand. His attention was on the screen, so although I had never had any previous experience, I had been able to surreptitiously watch him for a while before quietly moving along the row to be beside him. He was gently slipping his foreskin back over his nob end at each gentle stroke of his hand. He was obviously aware of my presence, and after a little time had elapsed, without even looking at me, he had cautiously reached across between our seats and put his hand slowly on my stomach, and then down the inside of my pants, onto my thigh. I had never been touched there by anyone, I remembered the instant surge of new erotic feeling. A few moments later, in the darkness, he had lifted my hand up , across onto his lap and encouraged me to masturbate him. He had then continued to watch a really graphic " gay penetration" scene on the big screen with a loud accompanying soundtrack. I had enjoyed both the feel of his rough fingers on me, and my own on his erection. I could soon hear his breathing start to labour, and his hips moved forward, pressing urgently against my hand, now grasping his cock firmly. On the big screen was a new scenario: a fully clothed vicar with an open fronted cassock was being wanked by a kneeling choirboy, before ( I remember it, vividly) eventually spewing a load onto the young boy's upturned face. My neighbour's hips had twitched with excitement at that, and I felt his urgency. So it hadn't been very long then before my attention to my neighbour's cock had brought him too, to climax, and he had ejaculated long spurts onto his shirt ( and my hand!) . Until then he hadn't even looked at me, probably hadn't realised the great difference in our ages, probably felt guilty, and had felt duty-bound to suck me off in return for me having satisfied him. Watching him enjoying my hand had aroused me tremendously, and I needed to get some release for my own sexual tension. Needless to say, I hadn't really attempted to stop him, when he went down on my lap, desperately sucking my dick, and it hadn't taken very long at all before I had emptied my balls into his willing, adult mouth , while I enjoyed the screen video of the priest now similarly servicing the innocent young choir boy's little cock.
These memories all flashed through my mind as I took Tom's eager cock ever deeper into my mouth. At least Tom and I knew each other, and well ! I wanted Tom's first experience to be less clinical, not purely animalistic .
" Oooooh" Tom groaned again, savouring the intimacy of my warm lips around his shaft. I ran my right hand gently up his leg, stroking the inner thigh on my way to his balls. I took my time and was aware that Tom was shuddering with each gentle stroke of my palm . By the arrival of my hand at it's destination Tom's balls were already drawn up incredibly tightly to his body, and his scrotum tightly wrinkled. I allowed his nob to escape from my lips, and, largely for my own pleasure, I ran the tip of my tongue over the tightly wrinkled surface of his balls, tasting the salty texture before my tongue reached the condom ring at the base of his penis. I could see that we had done a good job of applying the condom- there was no air in the neat nipple tip, but now the whole of Tom's elongated helmet was flushed and swollen with a blue tinge, as I slowly ran my tongue tip up the underside of his cock, before stopping just below his piss slit. " Oh, my god" gasped Tom , and he made thrusting movements. I knew the sensations that he must be feeling - how much nicer it is to experience contact with another person, than just the simple satisfaction of self masturbation.
"Wait a moment, please" mumbled Tom, and I paused, admiring the outline of his ridge, now standing out slightly swollen from his thin shaft, and I could see and feel him trembling. I knew he was fighting back the sensations of impending orgasm, attempting to delay , and prolong the pleasure. His cock length was actually pulsing with pleasure, and the beat of his heart. I paused, and for a minute or two, I gave my own cock head some much needed attention, raising my own sensation threshold to match Tom's need for orgasm . I was aware of Tom looking down, and I knew he was watching me slowly wanking. I needed to stimulate my cock to the same level as Tom was feeling, so that I would be able to cum, soon after I had reached my goal of satisfying Tom. I realised that it was actually a great privilege for me to be given the responsibility of introducing Tom to oral sex, when there was actually an age difference of half a century. ( How many men are given such an opportunity ?) Tom was enjoying the sight of me kneeling before him, masturbating my cock, and simultaneously, periodically running just the tip of my tongue slowly up the length of his shaft, from balls to piss slit, keeping him just below boiling level. He trembled with each separate slow stroke of my tongue along his length.
I was aware that I could easily tip him over the edge, at any point in time, such was his level of his excitement. I glanced up at Tom's face, to see if he was still watching me wanking, and it was good that I did. Tom's face was already upturned towards the ceiling, his ginger head had gone back, his eyes were shut, and I knew that he was rapidly reaching the point of "no return". I speeded up my own masturbation in anticipation, until I started to feel that urgency to cum. But only then, instead of just using the tip of my tongue, I allowed the full warm width of my tongue to spread across his shaft, and ever so gradually slid it very slowly up the full length of his penis, stopping just squarely on his frenulum. I only managed to give him two such sensitive , long, slow full length tongue treatments....
"Ugh, ugh, ugh" gasped Tom, his hips jerked, as the first spurt of ejaculated sperm completely filled the teat of the condom, each subsequent spurt ( six or seven) gradually flooding the condom all the way around Tom's long cockhead and forcing the sperm to settle in a white ring around, and below, his flange, inside the flimsy transparent sheath. It only took me a few more strokes on my own old, but very sensitive shaft, before I too ejaculated.