Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 19:54:44 -0700
From: dudesweetusa (at) hushmail (dot) com
Subject: Babysitting Sucks (really)

When my moms sister and her family came to stay for a few weeks in the
summer I had to give up my room to my stupid cousin Charles who was 10.
 This sucked because I was 14 and thought he should have to sleep in
the living room on the couch and let me keep my room.  But no, my mom
said no.  I hated my cousin before I even met him.

Well when they came, he was ok.  Kind of a brat, but a nice kid.  We
all stayed up until midnight talking and stuff.  They all finally went
to bed and I had to crash on the couch.  Well I guess the good part was,
 I wouldn't miss out on anything, because I was sleeping in the living
room where all the activity was going on.

The main problem was I didn't feel comfortable jacking in the living
room, so after it quieted down, I jacked in the bathroom.  Without my
mags.  I was a fool and left them in my room.  I made a note to remember
them next time.

It's also impossible to sleep late in the living room when everybody
is talking so loud that a dead person would even wake up.  Arg, not to
mention my morning wood.  I pulled on my shorts before I made my way
to the bathroom.

We all went to Disneyland and it was pretty fun. After seeing the movie,
 Pirates of the Caribbean was an even cooler ride. We got home late and
everyone went to bed.  Shit, I forgot to get my Penthouse.  I quietly
open my door to my room.  He looks likes he's dead to the world.  I sneak
under my bed to get it. I tiptoe out, shut the door quietly and go to
the bathroom and jack. After I clean up I decide the best place for the
magazine is back in my room, so I carefully sneak it back in.

In the morning it's the usually breakfast noise celebration, forcing
me up.  Aren't I supposed to get to sleep late in the summer? When I
go to the bathroom, Rick is already in there.  Shit. I pound on the door.
 He opens it, still in his briefs, brushing his teeth.

"I have to pee." I tell him.

"Ok."  He goes back to his teeth brushing. What the hell, he's a guy,
 I figure.  I pee.

"I have to take a shower."

He looks at me.  "Ok."

"Get out of here," I command him.

"Ok."  He leaves quickly.  I feel sorry for yelling at him.  I strip
and take my shower. He's in my room when I wear my towel, carrying my
boxers.

"I need to change."  I tell him, so he will leave.

"Ok."

"So leave.  Please."

"It's ok, I already saw your willie."  My willie?  What a dork.  I guess
he peeked at me when I was peeing. "You got a big one.  And lots of hair.
 Like my dad."  Gee, how stupid is this kid anyways?

I pull off my towel and pull on my boxers, facing away from him.

"I saw your butt," he says when I pull on my shorts.

"You have a thing about seeing peoples dicks and butts?" I ask him.

He laughs.  "Yeah, it's funny."

"Haha," I say sarcastically, as I pull on my shirt.

"Yours is the 17th."

"The 17th what?"

"The 17th willie I've seen."

"You've seen 17 dicks?" I ask, amazed.  I mean, how many had I seen?
Petey, of course; he's my best friend.  And John; he's another friend.
 Mmmmmm, lol, also Kevin when he got pantsed in PE.  I mean EVERYBODY
saw his dick then.  Ok, that's three. When I was Charles's age me and
Barry showed our dicks.  So, that only makes four.  Wait, and my dads,
 so I think that's it.  I've only seen five dicks in my life.  He's telling
me he seen 17?

"No."  Yeah, I didn't think so.  "I've seen more than 17.  I only keep
count of the people I know.  I don't count ones I see of people I don't
know."

I finish dressing during this conversation.  Charles is pretty weird,
 but it doesn't freak me out or anything.  I mean, I'm way bigger than
him.  I could pound they shit out of him if I wanted to. Actually, I
never pounded the shit out of anybody, or even really hit anybody. But
I could if I wanted to I think.

After eating breakfast and stuff I get ready to go to my tennis lesson
with Petey.  Charles wants to go, of course, and my mom makes me take
him.  I warn him to stay out of the way and not bother me or my friends.
 He promises he will. Normally I ride my bike, but since Charles didn't
have one, my mom dropped us off. I have to admit, Charles was pretty
good at being out of the way and watching our lesson.  After, when me
and Petey were done playing, I even let him hit a few balls.

It was afterward, when we were drinking our Dr. Pepper's that Charles
got weird.

"How big is your willie?" he asks Petey.

Petey nearly spits out a mouthful of Dr. Pepper.

"None of your business, you little homo," he tells Charles.

"I'm not a homo," states Charles.  Then to me he says, "What's a homo?"

"He's not a homo," I say defending him.  "He's ten." Why did I defend
him? I don't have any idea.  Maybe cause he's my cousin?  Maybe cause
me and Petey have compared dicks several time.  Mine is exactly 1/8 inch
bigger than his.

"So how big..." Charles starts to ask again.

"Shut up," I say punching him on the arm.

"Ouuuuuu.  I'm telling.  You hit me."

Petey and I roll our eyes at each other.  We ignore him as we finish
our drinks.

As Charles and I walk home I ask, "Why did you ask Petey about his dick?"

"Because I wanted to know how big it is.  I also want to see it. To see
if it's as big as yours?  Have you seen his willie? How big is it?"

"Never mind.  If you tell on me for hitting you, I'm going to tell what
you were saying about dicks to my friend."

"Oh, I'm not telling on you. I like you. Can I see your willie again?"

"No!"

"Why not.  You let me see it before.  Has Petey seen yours? I will show
you mine."

"Except I don't want to see yours."

"Why not?" I ignore his stupid question. He asks more questions about
Petey's and I ignore him.

When we get home I find out that both his and my parents are going out
tonight and I have to baby sit Charles.

"I been with him all day.  It isn't fair."  My complaining falls on deaf
ears. They leave us money to order pizza.  It's too early for dinner,
 so we play my PS2.  After about 45 minutes Charles starts getting bored
with the games.

"Let's get naked!  Nobody's here! Please?"

"Naked? Are you crazy?"

"I want to see your willie again.  And I will show you mine too."

"No."

"If I beat you at a Playstation game, will you go naked all night?"

Mmm, well he can't beat me.  I rule at PS2.  "What will you do if I beat
you?" I ask.

He thinks about it for a minute.  "Anything you want."

"I want you to stop asking to see my dick and not ask my friends either."

"Ok," he says cheerfully.  "I get to pick the game." He holds out his
hand.  We shake.  He runs into my room and comes out holding a game.
 It's a PS1 game, Pokemon.

"That's cheating," I complain.

"No it isn't.  You said I could pick the game."  Well I really couldn't
think of an argument for that. We played.  I lost.

"2 out of 3. You have to give me a chance." He agrees and kills me.


"You have to get naked now." He is laughing and excited.  It seems stupid
to me, but I really didn't care.  He already saw me.  Plus I been naked
a few times before when nobody was home. Plus he's a boy too.  Plus he's
even my cousin. I strip.  All the way.  He is disappointed.

"It was way bigger before," indicating my dick, which is just hanging,
 small.

"Well I almost had a boner then.  It always gets like that in the morning."


"Make it get big again."

"No. It's time to get dressed."

"No we said naked all night."  Did we?  He might be right.

"But I feel stupid."

"Ok, I will get naked too.  I like being naked."  He strips.  He grabs
his small dick.  "See?"

"Yes, I see.  Can we get dressed now?"

"No.  We said all night."

"Ok, let's play for it.  If I win, we both get dressed.  And if you win,
 we stay naked," I offer.

"No, we already have to stay naked.  If I win, you have to make your
willie get big.  And hard.  And make spooze come out of it." Spooze?
 I guess he means sperm.  How does he know about that already?

"You seen that before?"

"Yeah, it's the coolest."

"Who showed you that?"

"Me and my friend Jared spied on his brother after school and watched
him spooze all over his stomach. It shot right out of his willie."  He
lays down and grabs his dick and pretends to jack it off. "You can make
spooze right?"

"No, I don't want to bet that.  You can kill me at Pokemon."

"Ok we'll ply something else, just not GTA"

"Ok, how about Tetris.  You know how to play that?"  I'm pretty good
at Tetris. He nods his head and we shake again.

Well I'm pretty good, but he's better.  He was bursting with excitement
as I lost 3 games in a row.

"Ok, make it big!  Make it spooze!"

Well, I did enjoy jacking. I get up and walk towards my room.  He follows.
 I pull out my Penthouse, lay down on my bed and try to forget he's there.
I jack it.  After I shoot my sperms he says "That's what makes babies,
 right?"

"Yeah, but only when it's inside a girl."

"You mean it won't make a baby in me?"

"No stupid, you're not a girl. Can I get dressed now? It's time to order
pizza."

"No, we agreed naked all night."

"Jeeze, I'm not answering the door naked."

"Well ok, you can wear a towel then.  But that's all."  Ok.

So I call and order half pepperoni, half pineapple and Canadian bacon.

I make him put on his briefs, so he's not naked.  I figure briefs is
enough, he's just a kid.  Anyway after I pay the pizza guy and have the
pizza, Charles pulls my towel off so the pizza guy sees my naked dick.
 I drop the pizza, grab the towel and slam the door shut.  I am pissed.
 Charles runs away. I put on my boxers and sit down to eat.  Charles
comes close.

"Are you mad?"

"Yes. That was lame."

"It was cool."

"No it was lame.  I'm not getting naked anymore."

"Ok.  Can I have some pizza?" I ignore him as he comes closer and eats
carefully.

"Don't be mad at me."

"First, you kick me out of my bed and my room.  Then you embarrass me
in front of my friend.  Then you trick me into making a stupid bet.
Then you embarrass me in front of the pizza guy."

"I didn't kick you out of your bed."

"Well your mom and my mom did."

"Well you can have it."

"No my mom won't let me. `You're the guest,'" I say in my mom voice.

"Well I want you to sleep with me.  I want to share it with you.  It's
a big bed we can share." Well, that was better.  As long as he didn't
wet the bed or anything.
"Also your friend called me a homo.  What is that?"

"A homo is another word for fag or gay...a guy who likes other guys instead
of girls."

"I like boys way more than girls."  Yeah, I noticed. "And I really like
willies."  No shit.

"Plus did you see the look on the pizza mans face?  It was funny."  Yeah
it was funny.  I remember when they pantsed Kevin in PE.  It was hilarious.
 But maybe it wasn't so funny for Kevin.  When you are the guy getting
pantsed it's not so cool.  But when you are the guys watching, it's funny.
 So maybe Charles had a point.

Not wanting to give up completely, I said, "Well what about my friend.
 When you asked him about his wil...his dick."

"Yeah.  Well he's your best friend right?"  I nod.  "And you and him
never talked about sizes or anything?"  Well of course we had, we are
best friends. I mean we had showed and compared and...wait a minute.
That's his stupid point.  For a twerp, Charles is pretty smart I guess.
I give up.

I hold my hands in the air.  "Ok, ok, I give up."

"Your not mad at me anymore?"

"No, I guess not."  He jumps on top of me, giving me a big hug.

"I love you." Yeah, whatever.  I push him off of me to get another slice
of pizza. We spend the rest of the evening just watching tv in our underwear.
 I really don't care if they come home and see me in my boxers, and I'm
sure Charles doesn't care. It's late and they're still not home, so we
both go to bed in my room. It's a big bed, so there's plenty of room.
We stayed up late so it's easy to quickly fall asleep.

I wake up.  His is wrapped around me, his head on my chest, his arm across
me.  As I move to unwrap him, his eyes open up.  He reaches down and
grabs my dick!  "Is your willie hard?"

"Yes," I push his hand away.

"I want to see it.  Can I see it?"  He pulls down our covers.  My boner
is tenting my boxers.  I'm too tired to protest, or maybe too horney,
 or maybe curious to see what he would do.  He pulls my boxers down in
the front, releasing my morning wood.

He's reaching about to touch it and my mom knocks. "Hello boys."

I quickly pull up my boxers and the covers and say, "Come in."

She opens the door and sticks her head in.  "We're going to Denny's for
breakfast.  Hurry and get ready."  She closes the door.  I'm glad she's
not mad that I have reclaimed my bed. We get dressed and have breakfast.


In the afternoon, Our moms and us go to play miniature golf.  Charles
doesn't do anything weird, but I can tell he's checking me out in the
dick area.  Actually, it's kind of funny. After dinner, they all go out
again, so we are left home alone.  As soon as the door shuts and I lock
it, Charles says, "Let's get naked!"  Without waiting for me to comment
or answer he strips himself naked.

"So," he says looking at me not stripping, "are you gonna?"

"Naw, I like my clothes."

"Please, just to your boxers," he says undoing my pants.  Well, why the
hell not.  I like messing around in my boxers anyway, it's way more comfortable.
We sit on the couch, me in boxers, him naked and channel surf till we
get to Rush Hour.  At one of the commercials, when I get up to get a
drink, he pulls down my boxers.  I pull them back up and go to the kitchen.
 He follows me and pulls them down again.

"Stop."

"But I want to see your willie again."

"Fine."  I pull them down and face him. "Happy?"

"I want to see it hard again.  Make it big."

"No, I'm watching the movie."  We sit back down.  He reaches his hand
over and starts to play with my dick.  I'm going to stop him, but realize
it feels good.  I let him continue as I watch the movie.  It gets hard
of course.  He pulls it out of the hole and plays with it and looks at
it.

He gets real close and licks it, sending shivers up my spine. I never
had a blow job or anything like that, but was hoping he was going to.
 He experiments with putting into his mouth a few times, but doesn't
quite get it right.  I gently grab his head and move it up and down on
my dick.  He gets the idea and sucks me.

As I am ready to come, I tense up and shoot.  He pulls off his mouth
as I quickly grab my dick and jack it.  "You spoozed in my mouth!" he
says happily.

"Yeah," I say, relaxing.  He puts his fingers on my stomach and scopps
up some sperm.  "This is cool, " he says.

"Yeah."  He grabs his dick.  It's a boner.

"Look my dick is hard like yours."

"Yeah."

"Will you make it spooze for me."

"You too young, it won't spooze yet," I say using his word.

"Will you suck it then?   Please."

I guess it wouldn't be too gross.  I mean, he can't sperm or anything.
 So I suck him. Why not?

After a little I stop and ask, "You like this?"

"Yeah, you're the best cousin in the world."

After the movie we go to bed.  He is still naked.  "Want me to suck you
again?"

"Yeah."  And I do!  I liked it.

"Will you do me too?"

"Yeah sure."

We suck and sleep together.  I hope our parents go out more while they
are here so I can `babysit' Charles.