Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 05:06:13 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard@excite.com
Subject: Me and Brad

Ho-hum. Two weeks of babysitting. Not top of my list of dream vacations, but
I had no cause to complain, as my mom had pointed out repeatedly. One year
in college, and I had waded through practically all the money that was
supposed to have lasted three years. So now I, spoiled son of a millionaire,
was having a bit of a rude awakening. Confident that my dad would come to my
financial rescue, now as ever, I fell flat on my sweet behind when he
didn't, and here I was, forced to find gainful employment for the summer.
Thankfully, my mom had taken pity on my, knowing that I was pretty well
unemployable, since I had no work experience worth mentioning. My competence
was mainly in beach lounging and partying, and they weren't likely to pay a
lot. I also had five years' extensive experience of fucking around, at first
with girls only, but in the last couple of years more and more with guys.
The thought of making porn had struck my mind, but I simply didn't know how
to go about finding work.

So, here I was, awaiting employment as a limo driver in one of the many
subdivisions of the family business. But that was two weeks away, and in the
meantime I'd been roped in to babysit three kids for my mom's younger
sister. Her family were what we might call "poor relations". Solid middle
class by most standards.

She had three kids: Brad, 16; Robbie, 11; and Katie, 9. I was told they all
looked forward to having me in charge of their lives for two weeks. Yeah,
right. The two younger ones, maybe, but who ever heard of a 16-year-old
wanting to have a babysitter? Young Brad was trouble even at the best of
times. Not that he was a bad kid, though, only fiercely independent and
stubborn as a pack of mules. The other two were the very picture of meekness
in comparison. Or maybe that was just their survival strategy. Living with a
big brother like that could not be easy.

Anyway, here I was in the drive, unloading my bags.

"Tommeeeeeeee!" a voice yelled right behind me, and the next moment I was
lying on my belly in the gravel, Robbie straddling my back.

"Robbie, this is no way to treat a visitor. Let your cousin get up!"

Uncle Bill was rushing to my aid, lifting his excitable son off my back. I
got up to inspect the damage, which turned out to be negligible, and after a
few seconds I was presentable once more. Robbie seemed less than thrilled,
though. That quivering lower lip didn't look promising.

"I'm sorry about that, Tom, but you know he adores you, and he's been really
worked up waiting for you to get here." Bill held out his hand to me. I took
it, twisted it, and in two seconds flat had my uncle on his belly in the
gravel, with me straddling his back.

"That's what you get for not keeping your brat in check, sucker!" I growled
at him, winking at the gaping Robbie. It took a few moments for him to
understand, but soon he was on the ground, too, laughing so hard he was
turning blue.

I got off the unfortunate father, picked up the laughing son, and set him on
my shoulders. Uncle Bill stood up, glared at me for a moment, then looked at
his deliriously happy boy, and put a smile on his face. He could be a bit
stiff, but I knew he was a good father, who genuinely loved seeing his
children smiling and happy. Besides, it was good for him to be thrown off
his dignity once in a while.

With Robbie on my shoulders, I trotted up to the house, where his mother and
sister were waiting. Aunt Cecilia kissed me on the cheek, and wagged her
fingers at the boy wonder, shaking her head at the same time.

"Now, you know you're not supposed to treat guests like that!" she said
sternly, promptly spoiling the whole effect by giggling. I guess she, too,
found her husband a bit pompous at times.

Little Katie was hiding behind her mama, peeking shyly out at me. I bent
down, deposited Robbie on the ground, and kissed her gently on the head.
Boy, that pale complexion really can be unfortunate. How is she gonna make
it through puberty if she persists in blushing like that all the time?

After getting settled in, I had a light snack, put on my swimming trunks and
got in the pool. As I said, Cecilia and Bill were poor relations, which
meant their pool was smaller than ours. Only thirty feet long and twenty
wide. Geez, talk about destitute.

I tried to entice Robbie into the pool, but he refused to go beyond sitting
on the edge and splashing his feet. I knew he was shy about his lack of
swimming skills. Not easy being a non-swimmer when your mother used to
compete at the national level, your brother is a star on his high school
team, and your little sister is showing proof of a really formidable talent.
I decided to spend some time with little Robbie this summer, teaching him to
be comfortable in the water. If he turned out to be a rotten swimmer, that
was no reason why he couldn't and shouldn't enjoy being in the water. But it
probably did mean disciplining his older brother, who could be really bitchy
to his younger siblings at times. That was tough on Robbie, who
hero-worshipped Brad. Katie did, too, for that matter.

Just before we left the pool and went in to take a shower and get ready for
supper, I saw Brad walking by in the drive, followed by his cousin Tim, who
was 15. Tim, being my mother's sister's husband's sister's son, was not a
blood relative of mine, but still a relative of sorts. Fourth cousin, three
times removed either way, or whatever.

They stopped briefly, looking at us. Brad put on his scornful face, but I
thought I detected a hint of envy in his eyes. He turned towards Tim and
whispered something. Tim blushed, then grinned, and they both ran into the
house. Not before I had noticed Brad grabbing at Tim's groin and shaking his
balls, though. Hmmm. Incesting. These kids would bear watching.

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The next morning the parents took off on their vacation, and Robbie, Katie
and I went off on a trip. I tried to invite Brad, too, but he was out and
about already. So I just drove the two young ones about a little while.
Somehow, we seemed to gravitate to a nearby town, where a fun fair had just
opened up for the summer. The two kids really let themselves go, taking me
by surprise. I suppose the absence of their big brother and the presence of
a another big boy, familiar enough to provide safety and enough of a
stranger to be just the teeniest bit exotic, was enough for both of them to
let their hair down.

After a couple of hours on the carousels, the ferris wheel, in front of
those whacky mirrors (I hate those!) and so on, we took off back home. After
a meal, I shooed both the little ones off to go and play with kids their own
age, telling them their ageing cousin needed some peace and quiet.

Well, I did, but I also wanted to find out what Tim and Brad were up to. So
I set off into the woods, intending to search out the tree house that my
dad, uncle Bill, Brad and I had built some years ago. As far as I knew, it
was still there, and I figured it would be just the place for someone like
Brad, with his craving for solitude. Plus, it would be a great place to fool
around with a buddy...

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Memory, thankfully, served me right, and I found the tree house quite soon.
There was nobody there, so I circled around a bit, looking for a place that
would give me a good view as well as good shelter. After a short search I
found the very place, and settled in to wait.

I'd been sitting there for over an hour, and was starting to get seriously
bored, when I heard voices close by. I tried to curl up in a ball, making a
noise like a shadow. It seemed I was succesful, because Tim and Brad walked
by without noticing anything, and then climbed up into the house. They had a
pretty neat way of getting up. I was just wondering if these two almost
naked boys were going to climb this gnarled old tree, when Tim got a length
of rope with a grappling hook on the end of it out of his backpack. He threw
it around a branch about thirty feet up, the hook attached itself to the
rope, and before long both boys had climbed up. A couple of strong, young
athletes, it seemed.

I got out my small 8x21 binoculars, and proceeded to spy on the boys. At
first, they just sat around talking, and they were far enough away that I
couldn't hear them. I might have been able to, if I hadn't left my hearing
aids at the house. That was the flaw in my otherwise perfect image of
gorgeous young male: I couldn't hear well, and I had to have hearing aids
for most things. At the same time I was so vain, I hated to wear them. I
found out later that several of the guys I had been with, actually found the
things almost charming. Not the little electronic devices in themselves, but
the fact that I used them. It made me "less obnoxious", one of them said.

But let's get back to the woods.

I couldn't hear what the boys were talking about, and I wasn't good enough
at lip reading to see. What I could see, was that Tim was grabbing his own
crotch, licking his lips and looking lustily at Brad.  This was more like
it.

Then, pretty abruptly, they both got up and pulled their shorts off. Neither
of them had any underwear on, and both were half-hard. Tim sat down with his
back to the trunk, making slow jerk-off motions with his left hand. His cock
was completely erect now, and it looked thin, but long.

Brad was standing up, and was still only half-hard. His pecker also looked a
bit thin, but it must have been at least eight inches. It was hanging at 60
degrees, and he made it bounce up and down a couple of times. Then he
proceeded to shock me.

Without warning - or so it seemed to me - he started pissing right in Tim's
face. He held his cock in his right hand, his left behind his head, bent his
upper body slightly backwards and just let go with a forceful jet.

Tim, meanwhile, was jacking his own cock and trying to catch Brad's piss
with his mouth. I don't know if he swallowed much, because a lot of it
seemed to run out his mouth and down his chin and chest to his groin.

Then, he let go of his own dick, lifted his ass slightly off the deck, and
with a mighty convulsion, he came, shooting the first spurt two feet up in
the air. Then another, and another, and finally just a small trickle of
sperm running down his shaft on to his pubic hair and his balls. He relaxed,
laying himself down on the deck again, chest and stomach heaving. Brad got
down on his knees, and quickly licked at Tim's nipple, causing him to shake
violently. He probably cried out a bit, too, but I couldn't hear that.

Tim sat up again, getting back to his original position, with his back to
the tree trunk. Brad, still on his knees, scooted over to him, bent down,
and started licking his spermy pecker. Tim closed his eyes and put his hand
on Brad's head, gently pushing it down on his cock.

After bobbing up and down only for a minute or so, Brad lifted his head up,
took hold of Tim's cock in his left hand, supported himself on the right,
and moved in to kiss his cousin. This went on for some twenty seconds, then
he bent down again, and opened his mouth, and I thought he was gonna suck on
Tim again. Instead, he held his open mouth a few inches away. I didn't have
much time to wonder what would happen, before Tim opened the floodgates.
Boy, he must have saved up a lot. I could practically see the jet hitting
the roof of Brad's mouth, before it came back out, spilling over the pisser.
Brad wasn't swallowing, only tasting, it seemed. Well, if Tim wasn't wet
before, he certainly was now.

After a little while, though, Brad did take Tim's pissing member fully in
his mouth, and it looked like he must have swallowed, because nothing more
came out.

When Tim was done pissing, Brad lifted his head, and moved in for a kiss.
But just before their lips were touching, he spit in Tim's face. He hadn't
been swallowing, at least not all of it. He'd been saving it in his mouth,
and now Tim was getting his own piss back right in his face.

I could see Tim laughing, pushing Brad away, and then they were wrestling
each other. It got a little rough, and I started to worry that they would
fall down. Eventually they knocked it off, Brad brought two large towels out
of his backpack, and the boys laid down on them. They were on their backs,
leaving me with a view of the tops of their heads.

I, meanwhile, sat in my hiding place, pondering the avenues this opened up.
I hadn't tried piss play before, but it sure looked like a lot of fun. And
if I could get Brad to stick his long cock up my ass... Well, the remainder
of my two weeks might be fun. And maybe Tim could be persuaded to play
along. I was no stranger to three-ways.

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But right now the show seemed to be starting again up in the tree house. Tim
was on his knees and elbows, his head resting on his forearms, while Brad
seemed to be giving him a rimming. I couldn't see very well, because Tim was
facing in my direction, with Brad right behind him.

"Come on, guys, move around!" I muttered under my breath.

I was lucky. Tim turned around ninety degrees, and lay down flat on his
stomach. Brad got on top of him, and aimed the head of his pecker at Tim's
asshole. He seemed to move around a little bit, and then he was laying
still. Nothing happened for a moment, until I could see Brad's hard, long
cock slowly disappearing. Tim moved his head in my direction, and I could
see him moaning. Well, I couldn't, but that wide open mouth could only mean
one thing.

Brad was laying still, seemingly with his whole cock inside young Timmy.
Slowly, he started pulling out, then slowly pushing back in. Soon, he had a
rhythm going, fucking steadily. I could see Tim jerking his body each time
Brad hit bottom, telling me he was going at it pretty hard. Timmy turned his
head in my direction, then said something to Brad, who stopped. Shit!! Had
they seen me? Brad was grinning widely now, his cock still deep inside his
buddy.

The boys got up on their knees, without breaking contact. Whew! They hadn't
spotted me; they were just changing positions.

As Brad started fucking again, Timmy put his hand on his hard cock, jerking
it slowly. He was facing in my direction. Focussing my binoculars, I could
see his glassy-eyed expression, and I knew he was getting really into the
fuck. Brad seemed to be going harder now, slamming his cousin's ass with
each thrust. Suddenly, he gave one mighty shove and stopped, his whole body
tensing up. Tim was pulling frantically on his pecker, erupting only seconds
later.

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Man! that was hot stuff. I didn't know what was more pressing for me,
shooting my load or taking a piss. I was on the verge of doing both; in my
pants. Damn, it was tempting, but I reckoned I couldn't be sure to enter the
house again unobserved, and I didn't want to explain a pair of wet shorts.
Then again, what the hell. I sat back, tried to relax, and pulled my hard
seven-incher out. Three strokes, and I was cumming in buckets, the first
spurt hitting my nose, and the next two my chest. After spasming for a full
minute, I sat back, relaxed, ready for the next stage.

It came soon enough, at first only a warm trickle, then a steady stream of
piss flowing over my t-shirt, my shorts, my legs, down to my socks and
shoes. Oh, joy! Oh, bliss!! This was the greatest! I thought if I died and
went to heaven there and then, this is what I'd spend my time doing: Pissing
myself.

After a couple of minutes euphoria, I took a glance up to the treehouse
again, where the two boys were laying side by side on their backs,
apparently just chatting. I figured the show was over, and I would have to
think about getting away unseen and unheard. While I was debating with
myself how to pull that off, I noticed developments up in the tree. Both of
the guys were pointing their limp dicks straight up, and then, as if they'd
had a countdown, the piss-flow started again, both of them sending a jet
straight up in the air. Well, almost straight; they were aiming their
peckers so that each was pissing on the other. In another instant, they were
both on their knees facing each other, still pissing hard. This went on for
a little while, and then, as the two streams were slowing to two trickles,
they leaned in to kiss again, rubbing their piss-slicked bodies together.
Soon, they lay down on their towels again.

This was my cue to get up and get out of there. Fortunately, I came back to
the house from the rear, where it was sheltered. Also, I had dried up enough
that I was no longer dripping. I deposited my wet clothing and shoes in the
washing machine, and myself in the shower, getting clean before the two
young kids got home. Or Brad, for that matter.

Now, for some serious planning...

**************************************************************

The best-laid plans of mice and men oft gang agly. I'd been thinking
furiously the night before about how I could get into young Bradley's pants.
More specifically, how I could get his long, slender fuck tool up my ass. Or
my piss down his throat. I'd come up with some great schemes, too. Or so I
thought.

I was sitting in a chair by the pool, reading the news-paper, when Robbie
came walking up, carrying something in a small box.

"Your shower, sir" he told me in a solemn tone.

"Excellent, Robbie", I answered, taking the box from him.

"I endeavour to give satisfaction" Robbie answered, before turning his back
and leaving.

I opened the box, took out the loose showerhead, flicked the button and
turned it to my face. At once, a warm stream of water hit me, and in the
distance, I could hear laughter....

"Shit, what's happening?" I tried to yell, but it only came out as
incoherent sputtering. When I finally got my eyes open, I was looking
straight up at Brad, who was aiming his pissing cock right at me. The flow
was coming to an end by now, and he caught some of it in his hand, rubbed it
on his quickly stiffening member, before he got down on his knees, grabbed
my legs, put them on his shoulders, aimed his pecker for my hole, and shoved
it in.

"Oooof!" I screamed, only to feel Brad's hand on my mouth, muffling any
sound I could make. Actually, the pain wasn't so bad, it was mainly the
shock. As I said, his cock was on the thin side, and I had plenty of
experience with fat ones. Also, the fresh piss served to lubricate it quite
well. And he didn't enter very deeply, at least not at first.

"Be quiet, so you don't wake up Robbie or Katie" he hissed in my ear. I
nodded, and felt him entering me fully. Oh, man, this feeling of another
guy's pubic hair and of his balls stroking my ass cheeks. It's to die for.

"Oh, yeah, Brad.  Fuck me!  Fuck me long and hard!" I told him.

"Don't worry, I will."

Slowly, he pulled out, and when only his head was inside me, he lifted my
ass up a little, only to push forcefully into me again, sort of entering
from below and thrusting upwards.

"Shit, that was wild!  Where did you learn to do that?"

"Me and Tim figured it out. It stimulates the prostate pretty directly.
Neat, huh?"

With that, he pulled out slowly and jabbed his tool back inside me. I gasped
in ecstasy.

"It gets better, just wait" Brad told me, fucking steadily now. I could feel
his fingers on my stomach, and figured he would start jacking me off. But he
didn't. Instead, I felt two fingers pushing down on my full bladder. I
contracted my muscles, trapping his cock even harder inside me.

"Ooh, that's nice" Brad whispered, "but just relax instead". With that, he
leaned forward and kissed me, all the while pushing on my bladder with his
fingers.

I tried to relax, and gradually I felt the urge to piss get stronger. Brad,
meanwhile, was moving slowly and rhythmically in and out of me, whispering
soothing words to me.

Finally, I could feel the urine starting to flow up my pipe. At once I
contracted, but was able to relax again almost immediately. And this time
the piss came in force! In just a couple of seconds, I had the feeling my
whole stomach and chest were drenched.

"Oh, yeah, buddy!" Brad was groaning. He supported himself with both hands
and leaned in to lick my piss off my chest, all the while fucking steadily,
although the thrusts weren't so hard now.

I, meanwhile, was getting into overdrive. Pissing myself while a long, hot
cock was fucking my ass was the hottest ever! I couldn't see Brad very well
anymore; he was sort of flickering in my line of vision, and all I could
hear was a violent drumbeat.

"Tommy!  Tommy, wake up!" Brad was shaking me, while I regained
consciousness. Hmmm, what a great dream! Then I noticed my legs were up in
the air, there was something stuffed up my ass, and I was all wet. It wasn't
a dream!

"What happened?" I croaked out.

"You passed out, man. I was gettin' worried" my young cousin answered.

"Don't be. Just keep fuckin' me, kiddo!" And he did. Suddenly, he was all
animal, pounding my ass like a steam hammer. My own cock, no longer pissing,
was quickly getting hard. I was about to start working it with my hand, when
Brad increased his rhythm again. Now it felt like the hard slaps against my
ass were one long slap, if that makes sense. I could feel his cock expanding
inside me. Then, with a couple of short strokes, he came. I couldn't feel
his hot cum inside me. I don't think anybody can, despite what all these
stories say. There are practically no nerves in there.

I could feel him spasming, though. And I could hear him moaning. I could
hear him real well, which meant he was very loud.

"Shh, we don't wanna wake up your brother and sister, man!" I whispered.

"Shit, you're right." He giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked indignantly.

"You are.  You're trying to whisper, and then you're practically yelling.
You really should wear those things more, you know. Then maybe you'd've
heard how much racket you were makin' out in the woods yesterday."

"So you heard me then."

"Yep, we did. But you didn't hear me coming into your room this morning,
though. Good thing, really, because if you'd woken up earlier, I would have
missed my chance of being an incestuous rapist."

"That's right, it was a rape. Or maybe not. I would have let you if you'd
asked, you know. But it's much hotter to think of it as a rape." I had
reached for my hearing aids by now, and was putting them in place.
Unfortunately, in reaching, I had caused Brad's pecker to slide out of me. I
looked over the bed.

"Damn, everything's full of piss!  How am I gonna clean this up?"

"Relax, man. Last night, while you were feeding the kids, I put underpads
on. So now we can just put the sheets in the washer and dump the underpads
in the trash. No problem."

"Well, young Bradley. You really have this pissing business all figured out,
don't you? Do you spend every night pissing your bed, or what?"

"Not every night, only when the 'rents are out, and I can keep Robbie from
interrupting. Then I love to put on long underwear, drink a lot of water,
and take a nap. At first I couldn't be relaxed enough to piss myself and the
bed while I was sleeping, but now I can fall asleep in a moment and have the
bed all wet within ten minutes. Sometimes I can even piss myself three times
in an hour without waking up. Then, when I do wake up, I'm lying in this
warm puddle of my own piss. It's really great."

"I can imagine. And in the daytime?"

"At school there's no chance. A couple of time I've worn diapers, but I have
to use really bulky ones if I want to avoid visible leaks, and that's not
very practical. Plus I don't get really wet, the way I like it. At home,
it's mostly out in the tree house. With Timmy or by myself."

We were lying on our backs by now, in a sort of ass-to-ass position, his
legs under mine. I could feel my dick stirring again, but better yet, there
was pressure building up in my bladder.

"It feels like I gotta take another piss, Brad. How about you?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Right now?"

"Right now."

With that, I took hold of my prick, aimed it forward, at him, laid back, and
tried to relax. After a minute, I felt another piss stream on my chest and
stomach, and looking up, I saw a beautiful arc reaching from his pisslit, a
foot up in the air and landing on me. Relaxing still more, I released my
own, which wasn't nearly as forceful, but I still managed to drench his
groin quite good.

"Man, how can you put out so much so soon after hosing me down the way you
did only twenty minutes ago?"

"It helps to drink four pints of water in a half hour, you know. You may be
an enthusiast, Tommy, but you got things to learn yet", he told me, his cock
still pissing at me. My stream had vanished by now.

"I guess so. How are your teaching skills, then, Bradley Thomas Arthur
Adams?"

"Quite good, I can tell you, Thomas Arthur Bradley Morton." My mother once
told me she and her sister had made a pact when young, agreeing that their
respective firstborns, if they turned out to be the same sex, would get the
same name. She thought it was a scream, especially when the order for Brad's
names got a little different from mine. Yeah, right. Brad and I always
howled with laughter over that one.  Not.

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Author's note: There will be some more chapters.  How many, I don't know.

For comments, mail me at: einhard@excite.com


Oh, and by the way, this story is copyrighted by me, einhard, 2000.  All
rights reserved.