Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 12:43:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Meissner Subject: Babysitting the Little Pervert Let me know if you like it Babysitting the Little Pervert It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in my room with a couple of my buds making some big-time plans for a party at my cousin's house that night. I'd gotten a massive boner just talking about the night we had up. You see, I knew for a sure thing I'd be getting some head that night! A couple of girls from school were the featured entertainment and I already had the one I wanted picked out! That girl sucked dick better than any bitch I'd ever had! I know you old guys reading this are probably shaking your heads! I mean, at fourteen years old a guy isn't supposed to know so much about getting his pipes cleaned! But let's get real - this is today's world and the girls don't even think of it as sex! It's just doing a guy a favor. I'd been getting my dick sucked since I was twelve years old and conned my babysitter into 'helping me get to sleep'. It didn't take much convincing; I was pretty developed for my age - already able to shoot a load - and I knew from my big brother that Allyson was the biggest dick-eater in high school! It was fucking great and from that time on I cut way back on my jerking off and spent most of my time trying to score some head. When I turned thirteen and my parents decided I was old enough to stay home alone I was probably the only kid who ever tried to convince his parents he wasn't mature enough! Anyway, back to the night. My mom knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. I had to scramble to pull my t-shirt down and cover my hard-on; something my best friend John thought was pretty fucking funny! She had the look on her face she gets when she is about to ask for a big favor, and my stomach dropped as I waited for her to spit it out. Mrs. Thomas from down the block had called in a panic. Her father had been taken to the hospital in the next town and she needed a babysitter. She needed one bad and she needed one right now! I knew her kids. The oldest was Robbie and he was actually two years older than me. Trouble was that he was "special" as I'd been instructed to call him. The rumor was that something had gone wrong during birth and he'd never have the IQ of more than a little kid. Funny thing was it didn't affect the way he looked; he was actually a damned good looking guy. Not that I rate the guys I see! It's just that I always expected a "special" kid to look a little different and he didn't. The youngest was Timmy and he was just eleven. He looked like a miniature version of his big brother. Same straight blond hair that made him look like some little California surfer even though we all lived in Oklahoma. The big difference between the two brothers was that Timmy was a lot smarter. It was kind of funny to watch them together. Little Timmy was a good two feet shorter than his big brother but it was like he was the adult and Robbie was the little boy. Timmy would lead him around telling him what to do. Without a Dad in the house I guess Robbie's little brother was the closest thing to a "male role model" he had! I knew as soon as Mom started talking that I was nailed; my plans for shooting a load down Christine's throat were out the window! I'd done a little babysitting over the last few months and I knew I'd be in deep shit if I blew off Mom's friend for a party! I left for the Thomas' house within fifteen minutes. I didn't even have time to jerk off before I had to go. I told John he was going to have to come over and blow me since I knew he'd be taking my place with Christine, but he just laughed and told me I'd have to put up with some blue balls for a change. "About fucking time, too, you dickhead!" he roared "I'm getting tired of taking your cast- offs!" That was a little bit of an exaggeration. It's true I usually did get first dibs, but John didn't do so bad either. Mrs. Thomas was almost hysterical when I got to her house. Both the boys were in the living room, Timmy trying to calm down his big brother after all the commotion. Mrs. Thomas just shoved a fifty dollar bill in my hand and told me to order some pizza for dinner and she'd call when she knew what time she'd be back. It was a little weird being left in charge of a guy who was two years older than me and stood almost a foot taller. He was sitting on the couch wearing just an old pair of cotton gym shorts, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy from being so upset. Timmy wasn't wearing much more; he'd added a torn t-shirt to his attire; and he was sitting next to his older brother with his arm thrown around him in a fatherly gesture. "Hey guys" I tried to sound as relaxed as I could "how about we order some food and watch some TV?" Robbie's face lit up like a little boy and he bounced on the couch chanting "Pizza, Pizza!" It was just unreal seeing a guy who looked like he should be a high school jock acting like that! Looking over his defined pecs and washboard abs, I could tell whatever had damaged his brain hadn't hurt the rest of him! It made for a weird picture. The night passed pretty quickly. To tell the truth, Timmy was doing most of the work watching his big brother. We ate our pizza and I got to know the brothers a little better. Timmy had a lot of maturity for a little kid, and his big brother turned out to be a really "sweet little boy" I know, but it's the only way I can put it! He was a sweet little boy in a teenager's body! Mrs. Thomas called about eight to say she'd have to spend the night. I wasn't surprised and to be honest I wasn't too disappointed. More money for one thing, and the job was turning out to be real easy. Plus, I'd developed a little bit of a bad habit since I'd started babysitting. After the kids go to bed I got a big kick out of jerking off in a strange house. And with the case of blue balls I had I was kind of looking forward to getting some privacy! They didn't disappoint me. About nine o'clock Timmy looked up at his big brother and announced it was time for bed. Even after spending more than four hours with the boys it still almost made me laugh to see an eleven year old order his sixteen year old brother to bed! But Robbie didn't argue; he just got up and let Timmy lead him upstairs. "I'll be back down later" Timmy called over his shoulder "I usually need to help him get to sleep" I settled into a boring program on the television and thought about all the fun I was missing. "Little Jake" was thinking about it too, and pretty soon he was straining the front of my jeans. I spread my knees and rubbed my 'best friend' through the denim, imagining Christine was there between my legs. I thought about calling her cell to see if she could stop by later; it'd be a real kick to get a blowjob instead of just jerking off. But I didn't have the balls to do it. So I decided I'd take a quick trip upstairs to see if there was some lube or something stashed in the medicine cabinet that I could use for later. I was kind of surprised to see the door to Robbie's room pulled shut, but after the surreal night I'd had watching these two brothers I didn't think much about it. That is, until I heard a loud groan coming from behind the door. I stopped and listened for a minute, thinking it must be a bedtime ritual Robbie engaged in to get to sleep. But it didn't sound like Robbie, the voice was too high pitched. It sounded like Timmy - and it sounded like he was getting laid! I should have just gone on. It was none of my business if the kid was taking a few minutes to pull on his little wiener after his big brother went to sleep. But my dick had never gone completely soft and it told me it wanted to stay and listen for a little bit. I always pay attention when "Little Jake" speaks! The moans coming from the bedroom were getting a little louder and I could hear Timmy's voice whispering in a kind of gruff lusty chant. I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying but I could tell the kid was having a fucking blast in there! I couldn't help myself; I turned the door knob and cracked the door open to have a peek. The sight that greeted me made all the other things I'd seen that night look normal! Timmy was standing at the end of the bed with his back facing me, shirt thrown on the floor and shorts bunched around his ankles. That would have been weird enough, but sitting on the edge of the bed was his big brother Robbie, leaning forward to suck on the little kid's dick! Neither of the brothers could see me, and I stood frozen as I watched little Timmy's smooth white ass cheeks clinch as he fed his little dick to his big brother. He had his head thrown back and his hands squeezed his brother's cheeks as the older boy licked his crotch and slurped on his cock. I could tell Timmy had more dick than I would've thought by the long strokes Robbie was taking as he swallowed his little brother's pole. My cock got tight in my jeans and I reached down to adjust the pressure. But instead of just adjusting, my fingers went straight to the zipper and released the leaking monster trapped under the fabric. I guess "Little Jake" was sending his orders straight to my hand now! I don't know why I found the sight to be such a turn-on. I'd never in my most perverted fantasies pictured an eleven year old boy fucking the face of his older teen brother (though I admit I'd fantasized before about this one eight year old girl sucking me off!). Timmy's slender little hips were pounding his hard cock through Robbie's lips. He was moaning and chanting "Suck me....suck meeee..." as he hammered his meat into his big brother's face. I could tell from experience that Robbie was doing it right! This wasn't the first time these brothers had played this game! Pre cum was pouring out of my shaft as I fisted myself and watched the boys have their fun. My eyes were drawn to Robbie's crotch and I could see he was enjoying what he was doing! That guy may have had the mental age of a little boy, but he had a fucking monster of a dick trying to tear its way through the thin cotton of his shorts! Timmy's moans turned into high pitched squeals of lust as he pulled his brother's head tight onto his crotch and shoved his dick all the way in. His thin legs buckled and I could tell he was blowing his eleven year old load deep down the teenager's gulping throat. I didn't mean to cum; it happened so fast I didn't even have time to catch the load. Thick streams of juice blew out my of cockhead and sailed a good two feet into the bedroom before I could even react. I was shocked at my reaction; the sight of an eleven year old boy getting his nut had sent me over the edge and I was too stunned to even breathe! Robbie pulled his head back from his little brother's dick and wiped his hand across his face before leaning back on the bed. He looked up and caught me standing in the doorway, cock in hand, leaking ball juice all over the carpet. "Hi Jake" he beamed like it was the most natural thing in the world to be caught sucking his little brother's dick. Timmy's face showed a good bit more surprise!