Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2022 18:26:01 +0000
From: OmriWentz@proton.me
Subject: Babysitting Baker for Adult/youth

Babysitting Baker

by Omri Wentz


This is a true story. It happened about 20 years ago. I think it was 2000
or 2001.


My husband Rick is a big musical theater fan. So was his "work wife"
Tiffany. They wanted to go see a new show that was playing om our local
stage. We used to get a lot of touring productions of Broadway shows
coming through town.


Since I am NOT a fan of musical theater, I wished them a fun time without
me.


"Oh Omri!" Tiffany said to me. "Since you're not joining us for the show,
what do you think about watching my son Baker while Rick and I go?"


My ears perked up a bit. I love my husband but I'm also crazy about boys!
I tried not to appear too over-eager.


"How old is Baker?" I asked her. She said that he was 10 years old. Once
again I had to not show my eagerness. Ten is my favorite age of boy!


"I guess I could come over and watch him," I said nonchalantly.


"Would you be able to watch Baker at you and Rick's place?" she asked.
"Our apartment is really messy. I haven't had a chance to clean it and
I'm too embarrassed to have a guest over."


I told her that it would be fine for Baker to come to our house. We had a
Nintendo 64 and lots of junk food. Rick and I are just big kids
sometimes.


I want to make it clear to you, dear reader, that I had no intent of
doing anything sexual with Tiffany's son. I took my babysitting duties
seriously. And as much as I love boys (and I love them a whole lot!) I
would never molest a kid. I just enjoy being around boys, then and now. I
thought we could play some Goldeneye and pig out on pizza and Little
Debbie. It was my idea of a fun evening. I'm kind of terrible at being an
adult.


So it was finally Friday night and Rick was all dressed up in his finest
"theater gay" outfit and answered the door when the doorbell rang. He
ushered in Tiffany, followed by my biggest wet dream come to life. An
absolutely gorgeous brown haired ten year old boy. Baker was the cutest
kid I'd ever seen. He had wavy brown hair and cute little freckles. My
cock stirred in my pants against my will. It wanted this boy!


After the obligatory goodbyes and promises from Baker to his mother that
he would behave, Rick and Tiffany were off, on their way to see whatever
singing and dancing nightmare they had tickets for.


I asked Baker if he wanted to play a few rounds of Goldeneye with me. He
said that he might like to a little later but he wanted a tour of my
house first. I thought that was kind of odd. What kid turns down a video
game to look at real estate?


"Sure!" I said. "Follow me and I'll give you the grand tour."


I showed Baker the kitchen and invited him to help himself to whatever
snacks he wanted. He thanked me but didn't seem very interested. Clearly
Baker had something on his mind.


Baker seemed more lively when we got to Rick's and my bedroom.


"Not really much to see here," I said. "Just our bed and dressers and
stuff."


"You and Rick sleep in the same bed?" Baker asked.


"Yeah," I answered. "We're gay. Didn't your mom tell you that?"


"Yes, she did," he said. "I just wasn't sure how that worked."


"It works like this," I said. "I sleep on the left side and Rick is on
the right. Sometimes he rolls over onto my side of the bed and I have to
push him back over."


Baker laughed at the image.


"Does that mean that you guys see each other's weiners?" he asked.


"Yeah," I replied. "We see each other's weiners all the time. We don't
usually wear clothes when we're home. Weiner City!"


Baker said that he didn't mind if I took off my clothes while he was
there. "If you would be more comfortable." I told him that Rick's and my
nudity policy was only when we're alone and that it wouldn't be
appropriate for me to be naked around a ten year old.


"But I wouldn't mind!" Baker protested. "I would get naked too so you're
not the only one!"


His boyish enthusiasm was very infectious and as much as I wanted to see
the lad stark naked, I knew that I had to listen to my conscience on this
one.


"Maybe another time, little dude!" I said cheerfully. "Why don't we go
kill some spies?"


Baker and I sat next to each other on the couch and started to play
Goldeneye. I was distracted by the unbearably cute ten year old boy
sitting next to me and played much worse than I usually do.


"You kind of suck at this game, Barry!" Baker laughed as I got mowed
down yet again.


"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm usually better at Goldeneye. Not sure what's
the problem tonight.


Then Baker started wiggling his bare toes for some reason. I love boy
feet and couldn't tear my eyes away from his cute feet, so of course he
shots me yet again.


"You were  looking at my feet!" Baker laughed. "You play bad when I do
things with them!"


I tried to deny it but we both knew I was lying. Baker had figured out
how to hold power over me and shamelessly used it to his advantage in the
game.


After he killed me for the 300th time, Baker put down his controller and
turned to face me.


"Do you and Rick have sex on this couch?" he asked.


"We do," I said. "But we clean it. You don't have to worry about
sitting in anything funky."


"I wish I had a boyfriend to have sex with whenever I wanted," Baker
said. "I would just look at his wiener all the time!"


"Are you gay, Baker?" I asked the boy.


"I think so," he said. "I'm not totally sure but I know that I like
weiners! I've always wanted to jerk off with someone else."


"Yeah," I said. "It's fun. It's a lot better than jerking off by
yourself. It will be something to look forward to when you're older!"


Baker pointed to the little tent that his ten year old erection was
making in his clingy short shorts.


"But I'm horny nowwwwww!" he whined in that way that only a preteen
boy can. "It looks like you're horny too, Omri."


I had hoped that my erection wouldn't be too obvious in my sweatpants
but Baker stared and pointed at my throbbing bulge. I sighed.


"Baker," I said, "It's probably obvious now that I would love to play
around with you. But I can't. I'm too old for you and your mom trusted
me to take care of you tonight."


Baker thought for a minute. "What if we don't touch each other?" he
said finally. "We could just jerk off next to each other and look at
each other while we do it but not touching each other's weiners so you
wouldn't be breaking Mom's trust."


I thought this over. Obviously it would be wrong to jerk off next to a
ten year old boy. Even I could see that. But...but...! Baker wanted it! It
was his idea, not mine! I had had the fun of jerking off with my buddies
when I was his age, but maybe he didn't have anyone to do that with him.
Maybe I could provide a welcome service for the boy!


"If we do this," I said, "And I do mean IF... you can't tell anyone
about it. Not your mom, not your friends. I could get in a lot of
trouble, even though we wouldn't be touching each other!"


Baker put on some puppy dog eyes and clasped his hands together.


"Pleeeeeeease?" he begged. "Please Omri? I won't say anything to
anyone. Cross my heart and hope to die! Do you have any porn we can watch
while we stroke?"


Against my better judgment, I got up and popped a video of twink porn
into the VCR. I sat back down next to Baker and watched him watch the
three young men suck and fuck on my tv. He began fiddling with his
preteen penis through his shorts, batting the pole back and forth. It was
turning me on so much that my own cock was straining obscenely in my gray
sweats.


"I think I'm going to get more comfortable," I said.


"Me too!" Baker cried with relief. He watched as I stood up and pulled
down my sweatpants and underwear, leaving them bunched up around my
ankles. He whistled through his teeth.


"Damn you got a big weiner, Omri!" he exclaimed. I'm about seven
inches, so a little above average but nothing huge. But I'm sure it
looked very impressive to a ten year old.


"Thanks, Baker!" I said. "How about you let me see yours?"


Baker stood up and copied my movements exactly, pulling down his shorts
and underwear. I drooled getting my first look at his bald pubic mound
and smooth hairless balls. His penis was flushed red with excitement and
stood 3 proud inches, bobbing with his quick heartbeat. I whistled like
he had.


"That is a gorgeous fucking weiner!" I said.


"It's not too small?" he said bashfully.


"It's absolute perfection, Baker!" I told him.


Then he sat back down next to me on the couch. Our naked thighs were
touching and I cherished the warmth of a young boy sidled up to me.


I was the first to start masturbating. I pumped some silicone lube onto
my throbbing member and rubbed my slick right hand up and down my
engorged shaft and flared cock head.


"What's that stuff?" Baker asked, watching me lube up my cock.


"It's lube," I said. "You and I are cut. Guys like us usually need
something to make our cocks nice and slippery when we jerk off."


"Could I try some of that lube?" Baker asked. I passed him the bottle
and he drizzled some onto his raging red boy penis. Then he started
stroking it, watching my movements and trying to mimic them. He gave out
a huge sigh of absolute sexual bliss.


"This feels soooooo goooood!" Baker panted with his high-pitched little
boy voice.


Just hearing him say that made me increase the speed of my jerking.
Neither of us was watching the porn st this point, both of us focused on
the erotic show we were putting on for each other. The wet sounds of us
jerking off together was one of the hottest things I've ever heard,
combined with his little preteen panting as he neared a dry cum.


Our bodies were shaking, our bare thighs rubbing against each other with
the force of our motions. Baker jerked with his left hand so it bumped
into my right hand as we both jerked, but neither of us seemed to mind. I
watched his bare chest heaving and trickles of sweet boy sweat dripping
down onto his flat tummy and burgeoning boy abs.


We were getting close to orgasms, both of us. I had a steady stream of
precum oozing from my piss slit. Baker reached over and swiped some of my
juices with his forefinger. He held it up to his nose and sniffed it.


"Hey!" I said. "You broke the no touching rule!" Baker could tell
that I wasn't actually mad and ignored my protest completely.


"What is this stuff?" he asked, spreading his thumb and forefinger
apart and letting the precum stretch out between them.


"That's called precum," I told him. "It's the stuff that your cock
makes before you cum." Baker gingerly dabbed a drop to the tip of his
tongue and then smiled an adorable grin.


"Tastes good!" he declared.


This was too much for me and I began firing rockets of thick man sperm
all over me and even shooting some on Baker's thigh. This seemed to
bring him over the edge too and his body stiffened. He began crying out
"Oooooooh! Ohhhhhh!" I could tell thst he was having the first real
orgasm of his young life and I felt privileged to be there to witness it!


I'll skip the denouement. Nothing notable happened after that. We got
cleaned up and eventually Rick and Tiffany came home. I never got to
babysit Baker again. But there is an addendum here!


Three years ago I spotted a very grown up Baker walking in the mall with
his cute boyfriend, a very handsome Black man. Baker was pushing a
stroller that had an adorable baby girl in it. His face lit up when he
recognized me.


OMMMMMMRIIIIII!!!" he shouted happily. He introduced me to his partner
as his babysitter. After I cooed over their baby, Baker pulled me aside
and whispered in my ear.


"I really wanted you to suck me that time!" he whispered.


"I really wanted to do that too," I whispered back. "But I'm kinda
glad I didn't. I think about that evening as an innocent thing. Even
though it wasn't that innocent."


We said our goodbyes. I haven't seen Baker since but I'm sure I'll run
into him again. My city isn't too big. And maybe we can recreate that
fun evening from 20 years ago!



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