Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2002 06:02:02 EDT
From: BABEL
Subject: Bathroom Babysitter (ws, scat)

	"Make sure they're all in bed by 9," Margaret said, "Ok, now all
the phone numbers are in the kitchen. Now you three behave for Brian. John
are you ready?"
	"Coming dear. Bye kids, have fun. Call us if there is any trouble
Brian," John replied, "bye."
	The door shut and now Brian was alone babysitting for three little
boys. Brian didn't mind babysitting; he actually kind of liked it. It was
probably part of his girl instincts since he was gay. The littlest one,
Matt went to bed soon after his parents left for he was very tired. He
played and watched TV for about another hour with the other two, Ben and
Jake until Ben got tired and decided to go to sleep too.
	"One more left," Brian Thought in his head. Jake was 9 years old
and Brian thought he would have no trouble getting him too bed since he saw
him yawn a few times that night. As Brian walked back into the family room
he saw Jake sitting on the couch, but with all his clothes on the floor.
	Brian stared, "Why did you do that?"
	"What?" Jake replied as if he hadn't known.
	"Why did you take all your clothes off?"
	"Why not?"
	"Whatever." Brian started to get a boner and sat down on the couch
next to him. He pretended not to be looking at Jake. Jake had a nice body
and a nice size penis for a boy his age Brian thought.
	Jake got up off the couch, "I have to go."
	"1 or 2," Brian replied just because he wanted to know for his own
pleasure. Brian had a few bathroom fetishes of his own.
	"2."
	"Then go."
	"Ok." Jake kept standing there and the all of the sudden, "plop."
	"Oh my God I didn't mean literally go there."
	"Oh well, I guess you'll have to clean it up."
	"Me? No way. You are cleaning that up."
	"If you don't I will tell my mom that you did it."
	Brian knew that his mom would never have believed that Brian would
have done it, but he played along. "Fine this is going to be gross," even
though that's not what he thought in his head.  Brian didn't even get a
paper towel. He picked it up by his hands and started walking towards the
bathroom.
	"Stop," said Jake "don't throw it out, I want you to hold it for as
long as I say or I'll tell my mom."
	Brian did what he said. His boner was getting so hard now and even
started to hurt.
	"I have to go more," cried Jake.
	"I have enough in my hand already thank you very much."
	"Open your other hand or I'll tell my mom."
	Jake sat on top of Brian's other hand and started to go. Brian felt
as the shit touched his hand.
	"That's all the crap I have left for you."
	"Hey don't use that language."
	"Oh blow me," Brian was shocked by a 9 year old saying that, but
knew he wanted to.
	"Now I have to pee."
	"Hey, I don't have any hands left and don't even think about going
on the floor."
	"No, I wasn't thinking that," Jake ran into the kitchen and came
back with a cup, "I want you to drink it."
	Brian was sick of arguing especially since he didn't even want to
and it was just a cover up, "Oh fine."
	"You know what, forget the cup."
	This excited Brian. Jake walked over to him and told him to kneel
and put the crap down until he was done. Jake took his penis and aimed it
at Brian's mouth and stood there a while until a stream of yellow liquid
came pouring out of his penis into Brian's mouth. Brian swallowed every
drop he could. Soon Jake finished and started of thinking something else
that his new babysitter slave could do.
	"Lick my butt hole and my penis, and then I'll go to bed."
	Jake sat on the couch and Brian started licking his penis. They
both started to get extremely hard. After awhile Jake got bored of that
since he was too young too cum and turn around.
	"Now my butt hole," Jake said.
	Brian started licking and inserted his tongue. It was pushed out by
a piece of crap, which fell into Brian's mouth, which Jake had obviously
still had for store. Brian unfortunately spit it out and then took Jake to
his bed and said goodnight. Brian soon thought about all the mess in the
family room and quickly cleaned it all up, but not before he obviously
jerked off. When the room was spotless Brian sat on the couch and started
to watch TV.
	The door opened, "Hey, Brian, how were they?" asked Margaret. "No
trouble, I hope."
	"They were fine," Brian said as Margaret handed over some money.
	"Good, so would you want to come back next week," asked Margaret.
	"Sure," Brian replied, "I'm sure I can fit it into my schedule."