Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 17:01:49 -0800 (PST) From: I Am Subject: Rodney Part 1 The author copyrights this story, waiving such copyright to the website it is submitted to for posting. Please do not post this story or any portions of this story without my consent. I earn my daily bread doing freelance writing and special requests. Freely posting some of my stuff is my way of relaxing and giving back to the community of horny, depraved, lonely people like myself. And sometimes a story needs to be written just to get it out of my head. Enjoy the story if it is legal to do so in your community. The Internet reaches many different places so it is up to you to acquaint yourself with the local laws and customs regarding material of this nature. Do not read the following if you feel it might offend or upset you in any way. Sexual acts between an older guy and a teenager and (later) his sister are written about in this story. They are the product of my over-active, dark fevered imagination with no resemblance to any prior experience or people I have encountered (much to my dismay) in the past. Polite but graphic compliments and constructive criticism is always welcome at the following e-mail address: words_begotten@yahoo.com I would be honored if you would share your uh, err, reactions to the story with me. -0-0-0-0-0- Babysitting is a misleading term even if that is what I was doing for my neighbors. I was looking after Alison, who was fifteen, and Rodney, who was fourteen. Although I knew I would love to bed Alison it was Rodney who had captured my attention the past two months since moving in next door. Watching him out in the yard playing soccer with just some shorts and sneakers I had begun to take notice of him. Notice in a way that would have made me the last person chosen to babysit him. I work from home in an office that looks out over Rodney's back yard. Situated on the upper level of my double story home I have an ideal view of what goes on beyond the fence. Setting the blinds at the right angle allows me to watch without anybody knowing I am in the office. Being an early riser I had no difficulty getting all my work done while Rodney was in school. Now my afternoons were spent observing this fine young lad while I observed the feelings he evoked within me. Making notes in the form of a diary to help me work through this new, fledgling interest in well, uh, fledglings. Observing Alison sunbathing in her bikini it was not uncommon for me to end up jacking off at the thought of burying myself in her sweet pussy or having your swallow a load or two of my cum. This was a reassuring reaction to a guy, in his 30's, who had plans on getting married one day. This also led to more puzzlement on my side about my interest in Rodney. Why would I be asking myself questions like "does he jack off with his soccer buddies?" and "has he done more than just jack off with them?" I began to try imagining what he would look like naked. I wondered how his cock would feel in my hand. From here it was a short, quick leap to wondering what he would taste like. Soon my diary entries went from question and answers to acknowledging I was most likely bi. Admitting this to myself brought me a surprising amount of peace. Admitting this also brought me to the point where my diary entries were soon nothing more than a vivid, no holds barred description of sexual fantasies involving Rodney and later Rodney and a couple of his soccer buddies. I was in the happy situation of being able to jack off when Alison was out sunbathing and if she was not around I had Rodney to keep me entertained. Their folks had gone to attend a funeral of an uncle in a neighboring state. They had not wanted the kids to miss school after just arriving in a new town. They approached me because I had gone over a few times to help them settle in while they were unpacking. Knowing I worked from home made me the most likely candidate. My house is a large four bedroomed home I inherited from my folks so we would have no difficulty with space issues or getting in the each other's way. Naturally I was happy to help out. Who knew what I might overhear from the over side of the door or see while spying through the keyhole. Mary and Alan apologized for not giving me more than a few hours to get things straightened out. They had offered to come over to give me a hand with preparing the rooms but I told them they would help me best by keeping the kids entertained for a few hours. I did not need to do much to freshen the place up. What I wanted to do was install a couple of strategically placed mirrors. Later, if asked, I would tell the kids the mirrors were to allow them to see the door even when they were sleeping with their back towards it. I also moved the desks to the wall opposite the door to further explain the mirrors. Fortunately being well aware of my voyeuristic tendencies the door handles had all been changed to ones with large, old-fashioned keyholes. A little research online had allowed me to purchase new hardware that looked as if it were part of the original design. A couple of girlfriends had, unknowingly, helped me test the view of each keyhole. I had noted a few blind spots in each room that were fixed with the mirrors I just bought. Alison had asked to spend the afternoon at a friend's house working on a homework assignment. Her friend's mom would be driving her over after dinner. This left me alone with Rodney. Very little work got done this morning as I plotted and schemed about how to make the best use of this opportunity. A subtle approach was needed in case Rodney did not feel like indulging my desires. A new diary entry was needed, I decided, in which no names were mentioned. The description of the young man would leave no doubt whom I had in mind, if Rodney was thinking along those lines. A couple of hours before Rodney came home I had it all typed out. In this fantasy a young teenager was asked to take a shower before dinner. A lean young kid who had gotten sweaty playing soccer in the backyard with some friends from school. Being a kid he lingered over a Playstation game and did not have a whole lot of time to shower before dinner. Being a horny young guy he soon found soaping himself left him with a hard on. He could not go down sporting an erection so he decided to take care of it in the shower. The combination of soap, hot water and a favorite fantasy did not lend itself to a quick release of tension. Unable to get an answer from the kid his babysitter decides to investigate the cause of the delay. Lost in his own world it takes the cold air entering through the opened shower door to bring him back to reality. While he tries to make a feeble attempt at an explanation the kid is surprised to see a hand extending itself towards his cock. A gentle stroking soon follows a little squeezing. Before dinner is served the babysitter has enjoyed a first course of fresh, teen cum and the promise of more at bedtime. No details were included about the bedtime treats. Underneath the last paragraph I wrote "To Be Continued". I wanted to keep my options open. By the time I sent the kids back to their parents I wanted at least one of them hooked on sex with me. This did not give me much time and seeing how the gods had conspired to leave Rodney alone with me on the first night I chose to work on him first. This time I sat on a window seat pretending to read a book while Rodney played with his friends in my backyard. The seat was at just the right height to allow me jack off with my hand below their line of sight. Placing the book on the ledge was an unnecessary precaution but I wanted to be safe. No need to frighten the guys just before I put my plan into action. Promptly at four Rodney's friend headed home as he always did. Rodney headed upstairs to play computer games in his room. After about an hour I called up to tell him to hop into the shower. A minute or so later I called back upstairs asking him to close the Word document on my computer. I told him just to right click on the document on the taskbar because it was some freelance writing of an adult nature. Surely any teen would be curious and seize the opportunity for a quick glance. When I heard the unmistakable sounds of the computer game restarting I knew Rodney's curiosity went beyond reading my writing. When two calls urging him to the shower did not bring the game to a close little doubt remained that Rodney had put it all together. The threat of a spanking, if he was not down in time for dinner, finally got him moving towards the shower. I had deliberately left my last call until five minutes before dinner was served at six. Both the kids had been informed of the ground rules last night, which included dinner being served promptly at six. Promptly at six I headed upstairs knowing my calls to Rodney could not have been heard through the closed bathroom door. Standing before the bathroom door I paused a few seconds getting my excitement under control. Was he just being a kid and testing me or did he really want to act out the fantasy? I was close to discovering the answer. A part of me did not want to go further in case he was not ready to surrender to my lustful ideas. Well, sooner or later I had to enter the bathroom. How long do you expect him to maintain that erection if he is playing his part? I took a deep breath and entered the bathroom. "You are going to sleep with a tender butt", I said as I opened the shower door. Rodney quickly turned around to face me with his hand still slowly stroking his cock. What a sight he was standing there all soaped up and his short hair plastered to his scalp. My gaze though was fixed on his magnificent three and a half or four-inch cock. He started to say something but stopped when I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around the exposed top half of his cock. Gently squeezing his cock I pulled him closer to the door so I would not get soaked. He let go when I started stroking him. Wanting more I knelt before him and took him into my mouth.