Reading on the porch.

On a summer day, my front porch was shaded and the most comfortable place to hang out. I had a soft wicker chair, and I was sitting there reading Penthouse Forum. The houses on my street were mostly surrounded by woods and I had a long driveway. No one could see me from the road because of the evergreen shrubs in front of the porch. I could only see into the woods and halfway up my driveway. I didn’t expect any surprises because I had a mailbox at the road, and I would hear a car coming up my driveway before they could see me.

That was important because when I read your magazine, I usually got a massive woody. I would try to read as many letters as I could before I would have to go inside and spread some magazines on my bed and take care of things. By my third letter I was straining in my shorts. This pair was a little tight, so I shifted my erection out of my underwear and shorts and had it sticking up one side. During the best part of the story, I would rub the head or run a finger along the bottom from my balls to the edge of my head.

I was getting to the best part of the third letter when I heard a little sound. A gasp. A breath. I looked over and there was a teenager standing on my deck at the top of the stairs not five feet from me. He had a baseball cap on, a t-shirt and shorts and a cloth bag was slung over his shoulder. He had a piece of paper in his hand. A flyer.

He was staring right at my crotch. I was going to try to get it back in my shorts, but what difference did that make now? I asked him ‘Is that flyer for me?’

“Aaa ha”

I held out my hand. “Well bring it to me.”

He came close and put the flyer in my hand without ever looking away from my erection. I just let like half a minute go by, but he never looked away. “Do you want to see all of it?”

“Aaaaha”

I unbuttoned my shorts and moved them over, so my balls fell out. Now I was sitting back with my seven inches pointing straight up. Another minute went by and still the kid was kind of frozen staring. I was going to ask him what color my eyes were, but I didn’t think he would get the joke. “Do you want to feel it?”

“ya”

He reached down and touched it with one hand and then both. He kind of brushed up against the skin and squeezed it a little. Then he lifted his hands with a giggle. Now he was back to just staring. I was thinking of putting it away and telling him to leave, but I was too horny. I asked him if I could see his. When he didn’t react, I had to repeat myself.

He looked down at his own shorts. He was tented. He pushed his shorts and underwear down in one motion and stood there again looking at mine. So, we were back to staring. I asked him if I could touch it.

“Yeees”

I sat up and reached over and gently touched his hardon with my fingertips. I moved my fingers along his head, his edge, down his shaft I felt his balls. He made a squeaking noise and a drip formed at his tip. I smeared it around. Then I put my palm along the bottom of his shaft, wrapped my fingers around it and slid my hand forward and back. Finally, the kid was looking down at his instead of mine. After just a few pulls and pushes he looked skyward and squirted some cum onto my wrist and my forearm. He shook and bent and something more solid came out to pour onto the porch. I cleaned up my arm as the kid stood there staring down at the pool he had made on my porch.

Well, he had seen me and now I had seen him. I straightened my shorts and went into the house to wash my hands. When I came back to the door he was still there. “Well, I am going in now.” I told him.

He didn’t respond, but he wasn’t walking away either. Then he surprised the hell out of me by asking “Are you going to jerk it?”

“Maybe.”

“Can I watch?”

I opened the door wider, and he came in. I walked into my bedroom. Next to the bed was my lotion. On the bed was a playboy and a towel. I had a routine. He followed me into the room. “Not a word to anyone ever.” I said. He nodded

I unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I lowered my shorts and underwear. I crawled onto the bed and lay back. I positioned the towel next to me and was going to grab the playboy but then I noticed him staring at me. He had moved to one side of the bed as close as he could be.

“Do you want to get it hard?” I asked him. He nodded.

“Put your fingers on it.” “Rub the tip.” “Gently.” “Slowly.” “Now put your hand around it and slide slowly up and down the shaft.” “Not so tight.” “Keep it up.” “Now feel my balls.” “Gentle.” “Yes. Like that.” “Now with your other hand rub the head.”

He got on the bed and knelt beside me when he started using two hands.

“Smear that wetness around.” “Ok gently up and down the shaft for a while.” “Mmmm.” “Ok Stop.” “Get the cream.” “Put some on your palm.” “Now gently again along the shaft.” “Yes.” “Good.” “Oh ya.” “That’s good.”

His other hand was back on my balls. I didn’t have to tell him.

“Aahhhh.” “Not put some cream right along the top of my shaft.” “Yes.” “Now work it in.” “Keep it up.”

He was leaning over me staring straight down at my crotch. His eyes were wide. When I stopped giving him directions the only noise was my breathing and the sound of the creamy stroking. He obviously had some experience. I watched him slide one hand up and down my shaft from by balls the edge of the top. He kept his other hand on my balls, occasionally moving his palm against them. I was started to tense. I watched his hand. I listened to the slap of skin. I felt the cream pool on the edge of my balls.

“Use both hands on the shaft.” “Just like that.” "That's good." “Yeees.” “Keep it up.” “Don’t Stop.” “Don’t.” “Stoppp.” “Doeeeown.”

My hips shook and my dick flexed against his hands. Goobers of cum shot out as my body was wracked by convulsions. I squirmed one way then another, but he held me in place with his two hands on my shaft. When the last spasm left me, I pushed his hands away.

I grabbed the towel and wiped off my jizz from his forearms and neck. Then I pressed the towel into a pool of cum on my stomach. I told him to wash off.

A minute later he was putting on his shoes and leaving. When I went and got the flyer, I realized it was the same flyer that came every week. I guess I would find out in seven days if he was going to put it in the mailbox by the road or bring it to my door.

(Originally posted in Gay under 'Letters')