Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 14:10:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Matt Parker Subject: Mike and the Babysitter / Chapter 7 Disclaimer: All characters that appear in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Some characters in this ongoing story may be under the age of 18. If this offends you or if you or if you yourself are not of legal age to read this story, I suggest you move on. Please donate to Nifty if you are able! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Note from the Author: Thank you to all of you who have supported my story so far! It has been great to hear from you about the newest chapter. I hope you continue to enjoy the story and I look forward to reading your emails. Mike and the Babysitter Chapter 7 - The Sleepover, Part I It had been exactly two weeks since the Friday afternoon I spent with Nate at his apartment. On the one night my parents went out without me since then, my cousins were visiting and at ages 16 and 17, they were deemed responsible enough to watch me while my parents dined with my aunt and uncle at a restaurant around the corner. Thus, it had been two weeks since I last saw Nate and we were both becoming increasingly antsy. Immediately following my first visit to his apartment, I went over to Jared's place for dinner. That night, he invited me to sleepover in two weeks. Jared and I used to have frequent sleepovers, but it had been a long time since our last one. Since I hadn't seen Nate, we made plans for me to stop by his apartment on my way to my sleepover at Jared's. When I got to Nate's door, it swung open before I even had a chance to knock. Nate reached out to grab my arm and pulled me inside in a split second. The next thing I knew, I was on the other side of his closed door and he leaned in to kiss me. "God I've missed you," he exclaimed after an elongated kiss. I laughed awkwardly while dropping my overnight bag by the front door. "So what's up?" I said. "You didn't miss me too?" Nate questioned as a disheartened look crossed his face. "No, I did," I suddenly realized his disappointment and tried to back pedal, "I've just been really busy with school and you texted me almost every day so it didn't feel like such a long time to me." "Oh," Nate began, "I guess you're right." "I usually am," I joked to lighten the mood. I then plopped myself down on his bed and looked up at Nate with a smile. "So what's up?" He laughed at my repeated question and sat down on the bed next to me. "Just happy to see you," he replied. "Awwwww," I said leaning in to kiss him again. Nate reached for my bulge and began rubbing it through my jeans. He promptly removed my shirt as well as his own. I could tell he couldn't wait to get to my dick because within seconds he had pulled my pants open and was already sliding his hand into my underwear. It felt great to have him touching me again. Nate began to jerk me off, but quickly stopped to pull my pants off. He proceeded to remove his own sweatpants before climbing back onto the bed. He started by kissing the insides of my legs. Next, I watched as he stuck out his tongue and licked my balls. The delicateness with which the tip of his tongue brushed against my scrotum gave me goosebumps. Then he licked my dick from the bottom of the shaft all the way up to the tip before rounding the top and wrapping his lips around the head of my penis. Nate's head bobbed up and down on my dick and caused me to moan loudly while grasping bunches of his sheets in my fists. After sucking me for a few minutes, Nate stopped and came up to kiss me. He then climbed up my body even further to reach for his lube on the side table. At this moment, his perfectly shaped dick came to rest in front of my mouth. I reached up with my hand and guided the tip of it to my lips where it slowly entered my mouth. Nate let out a loud sigh and I began sucking him off. I then felt him begin to rub some lube all over my dick. He slid down the bed a bit and positioned the head of my penis against his hole. Then, inch-by-inch, he began to sit down on it. "Fuck that dick feels good inside me," Nate said once I was all the way in. "Mmhmm," I replied with a huge grin. Nate began to bounce on my dick and blurted out the occasional 'Fuck' or 'Shit' along with a constant stream of loud moaning. Gradually, he increased the speed and ferocity with which he was riding my dick. After a while in cowboy, I began to inch closer and closer to the finish line. Nate started to jerk himself off while continuing to ride me hard. "I'm getting close," I announced. "Uhhhhhh! Me too!" Nate concurred. "Ride me Nate! Ride me hard!" I screamed out. "Fuck yes rockstar! Fuck yes!" Nate shouted. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum!" I said. "Fuck yeah, me too!" Nate smiled. "Uhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I cried out as I began filling Nate's ass with my cum. "Fuck yes you rockstar! Uhhhhhhhhh!" Nate exclaimed as he sprayed seven shots of cum all over my chest. Nate collapsed on top of me with my dick still in side him and began kissing me. We smiled at each other and stayed in bed until my phone rang. It was my mom calling. She said she'd just spoken with Jared's mom and been told that I wasn't there yet. I quickly lied and said I had borrowed some notes from a friend earlier in the day and decided to stop by her building to leave them with her doorman on my way to Jared's. She believed me without hesitation, but told me she'd call Jared's apartment in 20 minutes to make sure I was there safely. "Crap, I gotta go Nate," I said after getting off the phone. "But you just got here!" he protested. "I know, but my mom found out I wasn't at Jared's place yet and she gave me 20 minutes to get there so I gotta go," I explained. "Unbelievable," Nate said. The frustration in his tone was hard to ignore. "I haven't seen you in two weeks and you're leaving after 30 minutes. That's just great." "I'm sorry Nate. It's not my fault," I explained. "I know. I just wish we could spend more time together because I really like you," Nate stated very matter-of-factly. Only to me, it wasn't just a simple statement. It was a loaded one. Nate had said he really liked me and even though I knew I liked him to, I had never really thought anything of it. I continued getting dressed and tried to process the information to formulate some kind of response, but Nate spoke again. "Did you hear me?" he asked. "Yes," I confirmed. "I said I really like you," he repeated his words for me. "I know," I said as I walked towards his front door, still unsure of what to say in return. "I know?" Nate had turned my statement into a question as he followed me down the hallway. "That's your only response to me telling you that I really like you?" "I don't know Nate, ummmm, thank you?" I said uncertainly. "Fuck!" Nate blurted out. "Did I just make a mess of things?" "No, no," I reassured him. "It's fine. I'm flattered. I just really have to go!" "It doesn't make any sense, but you're making me do and say crazy things," he stated. "Ditto," I said while picking up my over night bag. It was true. The things Nate and I were doing and the things we were saying to each other were crazy. I kissed him goodbye and headed to Jared's. As I walked, I thought about what had just transpired. I was happy to see Nate and I sure had missed the sex, but I had never given any thought to the potential our less than appropriate transgressions meant anything more than mindless fun. I was flattered he had taken an interest in me, but I feared he was alone in any sort of deeper feelings about our connection. I tried to put all the confusion out of my mind. I certainly did not want to seem weird when I got to Jared's apartment. I was too excited for my sleepover with him to let this weird exchange ruin my night. The second I saw Jared, I forgot all about my adult drama with Nate and I felt like a normal 12 year old again. We hurried to his room where I put my bag down. A few minutes later the phone rang and I knew it was my mom checking in. I heard Jared's mom confirm my arrival and felt relieved that my little lie had worked. Jared's dad was away on business and his older sister was staying the night at one of her friend's apartments. This meant he and I would have free reign of the place tonight. We decided to order a pizza for dinner and take over the living room to watch a movie on their big TV. Jared and I selected something we had each seen a zillion times and mostly talked through the movie about random nonsense. Conversation flowed freely whenever we were together. It's no surprise really since he and I have been friends since the First Grade. Jared was about 5'0" with dirty blonde hair and the kind of eyes that sometimes look green and sometimes look blue depending on what he was wearing. After the movie was over, his mom told us she was going to bed. She said we didn't have to go to bed yet, but that we should at least go into Jared's room and close the door. That way she wouldn't be disturbed by our noise and we could stay up a bit longer. We each changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatshorts. Jared turned on the TV in his room for some white noise as I turned out the lights. He climbed into his bed and I got comfortable on the air mattress his mom had blown up on the floor alongside his bed. Jared and I continued talking about random subjects: school, teachers, people we like, people we don't like, the latest gossip, etc. Finally, the conversation mutually subsided and after a few quiet moments, Jared spoke cautiously, "Can I ask you something kinda random and will you promise not to tell anyone?" "Yes, of course," I began, "You know all our secrets stay just between us." "Do you ever think about guys the same way you think about girls?" "No," I replied honestly. "Oh," Jared said sounding deflated and disappointed. "But that's because I don't ever think about girls like that," I continued as Jared rolled to the side of his bed to look me in the eyes. "I think I'm gay Jared." "I don't know what I am, but sometimes when I'm jerking off, I end up thinking about guys instead of girls. Does that mean I'm gay too?" Jared wondered out loud. "Maybe, but not necessarily. You could be bisexual," I explained. I had done a little online research on sexuality over the last few weeks given my own confusion. "Bi means you are attracted to both guys and girls." "Yeah, maybe I'm bi or maybe I'm gay too," he said uncertainly. "Either way, it doesn't matter to me. You're still my best friend," I smiled. "And you are still mine," Jared confirmed. "I guess we should go to bed now?" "Yeah I guess," I agreed. "Night Mike," he said. "Night," I replied.