Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 23:18:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Frederick Subject: Babysitting Chris (Gay - Adult/Youth) As a close friend of the family for approximately 5 years, I have occasionally babysat for Carl and Jennifer when they couldn't get their regular babysitter. I've been attracted to their son Chris for some time now. I have watched him grow during the years Carl and Jennifer and I have been friends. He is a handsome young boy, precocious and intelligent, but with a silly sense of humor. I feel like a kid when I am around him. We play kid games and we wrestle on the floor and make forts and play video games, watch movies and listen to his parent's Beatles albums. Chris loves the Beatles. So do I. He calls me "Uncle Paul". Jennifer called and asked if I would babysit for them on Saturday. I told them that would be just fine. I arrived at the house at 5. Chris greeted me at the door with a big hug. Carl and Jennifer were up in their bedroom getting ready to go out. Chris took my hand and said I should follow him. He wanted to show me something in his room. At the top of the stairs I had to close my eyes as he lead me into his bedroom. When I opened my eyes Chris was standing next to a very large telescope on a stand. He was beside himself with joy. I shared in his glee and assured him that we would spend many nights looking at the night sky with his new telescope. I said my hellos to Carl and Jennifer. They said I should spend the night, as they would probably be out quite late. I told them I had packed an overnight bag just in case. Chris and I ordered a pizza for dinner. The pizza arrived and we put in a Harry Potter movie. As usual, Chris was sitting on my lap during the movie. And as usual, it was hard (pun intended) to focus on the movie. As I entertained sexual thoughts, Chris could feel my cock getting hard. He turned his head and asked, "Uncle Paul, is that your penis?" I nodded my head. "Yes, Chris." I was hoping his observation would be met with approval. He said with a serious tone, "I've seen my dad's penis many times." "Oh really?" "Sure. Me and Mom and Dad take showers together. We go naked in the hot tub too." Then Chris asked me, "Uncle Paul, can I touch your penis?" I said, "Well, ummmm, I guess that would be okay." He stood up and my heart almost stopped when he put his hand on my crotch. I put my hand on top of his and pressed it hard onto my cock. It felt so wonderful. I was pleased that Chris was taking the initiative. "You can touch me too, if you want to, Uncle Paul." I reached out and put my hand on his crotch. Then I undid his jeans and put my hand down his underpants. I suggested we turn off the movie. I told him that for a long time I had hoped for a more meaningful relationship with him. He interrupted me and said, "Uncle Paul, does that mean you want to have sex with me?" My throat went dry, and for a moment I was speechless. Gaining my composure, I said, "Yes, Chris........it does. There is nothing I would love more than to have sex with you. Is that alright?" "Sure." "But first, lets take a bath together and get clean." We went upstairs to his room. I drew the water and put in some bubble bath. I helped him take off his clothes. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were shaking as I grabbed the elastic and slowly pulled his underwear down off his hips. His hard boy cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, next to his absolutely perfect butt. It was round and firm and smooth and tight and, well......perfect. "Now it's my turn to undress you." Chris fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I took it off. He unzipped my jeans. He helped me out of them, then he slowly pulled my underwear off. I felt so naked in front of him, but it also felt so good. Chris and I climbed into the tub and played with the bubbles. Then we stood up and I grabbed the soap. My soapy hands explored every inch, every curve of his beautiful young body. Of course, I paid extra attention to his butt cheeks. Next it was Chris' turn to soap me up, and I marveled at how seductive and erotic his hands moved all over my body. I loved feeling his young hands fondling me, stroking me, caressing me. He was most certainly making love to my cock. We played some more with each other, then rinsed the soap off our bodies. We toweled each other dry. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Chris started tickling me. I tickled him right back, picked him up and threw him down on his bed. He asked me to do it again. I picked him up and threw him down on the bed again. Then I jumped on top of him. We laughed and tickled and tickled and laughed......and then Chris crawled on top of me, put his arms around my neck and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. Then his tongue danced with mine. Our kisses were tender and passionate at the same time. I laid him on his back and crawled between his legs. I put my hands on his thighs and spread his legs, bent down and tenderly kissed and licked and sucked his hairless little boy balls. "Chris, you have the most beautiful body." With that, I put my hands underneath his firm, little butt cheeks, lifted his hips toward me and began to satisfy my hunger for his cock. It was easy to take every inch of his penis into my mouth and deep throat him. I sucked him tenderly, romantically at first, but my hunger overtook me and my sucking became passionate. It wasn't too long before he felt "tingles" and his body tensed up, and his hips buckled. I held tight to his butt cheeks as he surrendered to orgasm. There wasn't much cum in my mouth, but what drops of semen there were tasted incredibly sweet. "Oh Uncle Paul. I feel so good." I gently caressed his cock with my tongue. "That tickles, Uncle Paul." "That's because your body is sensitive after having an orgasm." I moved my mouth to a nipple and very tenderly started licking and sucking it. He laughed. "That tickles too, Uncle Paul. Can I suck you now?" "No. I want you to lay here and enjoy the afterglow of orgasm. Sometimes it is best to be still and enjoy the pleasure our bodies can give us. Besides, right now I want to masturbate for you." I got on my knees, straddled his chest and started stroking my cock above his face. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched me perform for him. "Uncle Paul, I like watching you play with your penis. Are you going to come soon?" "I think so, Chris." It wasn't long before the "tingles" were now building inside my body. I asked him to open his mouth for me. I put the tip of my cock in his mouth and told him to suck it. That was all I needed to go over the edge. I pulled back, pointed my cock toward his face and let go, shooting load after load after load onto his face and neck. Some of my cum shot into his mouth. "Mmmmm, Uncle Paul, your cum tastes so good." "Not as good as yours, Chris." "I know." We laughed. I milked the few remaining drops of cum from my cock. I lifted his head so he could lick me clean. He moaned, "Mmmmm." I was so thankful he enjoyed the taste of my cum. God knows I loved the taste of his. I was surprised that Chris didn't flinch when I came all over his face. I was so proud of him. I rubbed my fingers over his cum covered face and licked them clean. I fell onto the bed and pulled him on top of me. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him into me so I could feel his cock rubbing against mine. We talked and kissed as we rubbed our cocks together. Since we both had come, and there was cum left on Chris' face, I suggested we take a break and clean up. Besides, that gave me the opportunity to grab the lotion that was in his bathroom. We jumped back onto the bed and I asked Chris if he'd like his back rubbed. He enthusiastically responded, "Yes". I straddled his back and started rubbing his shoulders. I slowly moved my hands down his back until I got to his butt. Try as I might to actually rub his back, I couldn't keep my hands off his beautiful butt. I moved between his legs, bent down and ran my tongue up and down his crack. I did that a few times, then spread his cheeks with my hands and tongued his sweet asshole. I feasted between his cheeks for quite some time. I turned him over and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. "Chris, I want you to relax every muscle in your body. Let me hold your legs up. Don't even try to hold them up yourself. Can you do that for me?" He nodded yes. I took the lotion and generously poured it over my cock. Then I poured it between his cheeks, making sure that his hole was well lubed by finger fucking it. "Oh, Chris, I've wanted to fuck you for so long." I put the tip of my cock against his tight little hole, then slowly pushed the tip into his ass. At first he made a face, but as he relaxed the biggest smile came over him. "I can feel you inside me Uncle Paul!" "Does my cock feel good inside you?" "Oh yes." "Are you ready for more?" Yes, give me more." I pushed a little deeper, then deeper still. I looked down at my cock that was almost buried in this young boy's body and I marveled at how easily he took me in his ass. I had heard that preadolescent boys were quite flexible, pliant and stretchable. Now I knew it to be true. I began to slowly move in and out. I delighted in the pleasure of my cock wrapped in his tight flesh. I was not about to hold back the orgasm that began to slowly build inside my cock. I needed this orgasm. I had fantasized about it and dreamed about it for many years. Since this was Chris' first time, I kept my thrusts slow and deliberate. But that did not diminish the orgasm that overtook and overwhelmed my body. I cried out in pleasure as my cum streamed into his tight little ass. I wanted to fuck him deep and hard so my balls slapped against his butt cheeks, but that would have to wait for another day. I pulled out, laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of me. I asked him to sit on me. I held his hips while he took my cock in hand and guided me to his hole. He slowly sat down on me until he was completely impaled on my cock. "Uncle Paul, your penis is so deep inside my body." "Right where it belongs, Chris." I loved watching him move his ass up and down the shaft of my cock. I asked Chris to move his hips side to side while he fucked me. He really got into wiggling his butt and unfortunately he moved a little too much and lost me. By that time I was soft enough that I could not reenter his body, but just as well. It was getting late. Chris' parents would be home soon and I really didn't want them to walk in on us while we were fucking. We got cleaned up. I put on a T-shirt and my briefs, helped Chris into his PJ's, then we brushed our teeth and crawled into bed. We cuddled under the covers, kissed for awhile, then fell asleep. I never heard his parents come in. The next morning Jennifer asked if we had enjoyed our pizza and movie. I told her that we really enjoyed our time together. I looked at Chris and he looked at me, and we smiled. "Mom, I really like Uncle Paul babysitting me more than Mary Ann. Do you think he could babysit me more often?" "Of course Son, as long as it's okay with Paul." I looked at Jennifer and said, "Yea, I think that would be just fine."