Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2022 20:30:27 +0200 From: Kim Pescher Subject: Horny Babysitter Meets Horny Boy This story is pure fiction. Enjoy! Support the Nifty Archive if you can to help the site stay up and running. It's a lot of fun to babysit a boy who likes to play. Horny Babysitter Meets Horny Boy "Hi, Mr. Niemuller," Danny said when the man opened the door. "Evening, Danny," Mr. Niemuller replied. "Come on in. We're just about to leave." "Thanks," Danny mumbled. He was still a little peeved at being roped into babysitting this evening. Not that he couldn't use the money, not at all, and the kid seemed alright, but he'd had more exciting plans. "Hello, Danny," Mrs. Niemuller said with a friendly smile, fixing her necklace in front of a mirror in the hallway. "It's great you're free on short notice. We really appreciate it." "No problem, Mrs. Niemuller," Danny said. "To be honest, I was a bit surprised you called me. I thought Charlene had all the babysitting business around here." Mrs. Niemuller nodded. "We've used Charlene, but to be honest, I don't think she took it very seriously." "The thing is," Mr. Niemuller said, putting an arm around Danny's shoulders conspiratorially, "Chris prefers a boy babysitting him. He thinks he's too old for a girl." "Huh," Danny laughed. He'd have thought getting older would mean the kid would be more interested in having a girl, not the other way around. Well, maybe in a few years. "So, the pizza's on the way, and there's soda in the fridge," Mr. Niemuller said. "Cool!" Danny said. Being 16 meant pizza was always welcome. "Here's my number in case of emergency," Mrs. Niemuller said, handing him a slip of paper, "and of course please don't have people over. And get him to bed in decent time." "Yes, ma'am," Danny said. "Or if he wants to watch Netflix, don't let him watch the too scary stuff alone," Mr. Niemuller said with a wink. "Well, have fun. Chris's a good and adventurous boy." They left while Danny wondered what that meant. "Hi, Danny," a young voice said. Danny turned around and saw the boy watching him from the top of the stairs. The kid was wearing his pajamas. "Hey there," Danny said. "You hungry? Pizza's coming." "Yeah, I guess," Chris said, trying to play it cool. Danny nodded. "Great. Want to watch something or play a game while we eat?" "Yeah!" Chris replied, thawing quickly. "That sounds good." He padded down the stairs on bare feet. "How about the new season of the vampire thing?" "Isn't that a little... intense?" Danny asked. "I'm not scared!" Chris protested. "I already watched the first season before Mom caught me - I mean before, well... I watched it, alright?" He was blushing a bit, and Danny smirked. "Isn't it kind of violent for a kid?" "Fuck you," Chris said, frowning. It seemed wrong for that kind of word to come out of a kid that looked that angelic. "Sorry," Danny laughed. "What are you, 9?" "I'm 11!" Chris said, looking upset. "I know, just kidding," Danny said. "It's fine, you choose, OK? I'll bring in the pizza if you set up." Not long after, they were seated in front of a large TV with a huge pizza in front of them, munching happily. "Charlene never let me watch anything," Chris said. "She's boring." "Yeah, kind of," Danny said, thinking about the 17-year-old girl's large rack. That part wasn't boring, but she was kind of stuck up. "Last time she had her boyfriend over," Chris said. "I watched them make out outside the front door." He made a face. "Heh," Danny laughed. "Really? I thought your mom didn't allow babysitters to have anyone over." "She doesn't. They drooled all over each other. Yuck." Danny grinned. "Did you tell your mom?" "No!" Chris said, outraged. "I don't tell on people!" "I probably know who her boyfriend is," Danny mumbled, a little jealous. He wondered if they went all the way. "Tall guy, hot, like that guy who plays the second vampire," Chris said. "Looks a bit like you, actually." "Oh," Danny said, blushing a little. "Uh, OK." Chris moved closer, looking up at Danny a little shyly. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Uh, kind of," Danny said. "Yeah." "That's cool, I guess," Chris said. He was right next to Danny now, pressed against his side. "Thanks," Danny laughed, putting an arm around the kid. Chris was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. His limbs were tan and slender. "You should get comfortable," Chris suggested, jumping off the couch and grabbing at Danny's socks. "What are you...?" Dany began as Chris peeled off one sock. Chris threw it away and peeled the other one off without replying. Then he curried back against Danny's side. "Better?" he asked. Danny shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." Their feet were side by side on the edge of the low table in front of them now. Danny's were adult sized, but Chris's weren't. It looked kind of nice, Danny thought. "I should get ready for bed," Chris said. "Yeah, alright, good idea," Danny agreed, grabbing the last piece of pizza while Chris zoomed out of the room. "You don' have to pause it," Chris said, leaning through the door with a toothbrush in his mouth. "I've a'ready seen it." He was down to his small briefs and otherwise naked, but it wasn't weird to Danny. They were both boys, after all. Who cared? Not long after, Chris returned, smelling of mint, still almost naked. "This is how you sleep?" Danny asked. "Mm-hm," Chris nodded, sitting close to Danny again. Danny put his arm back around the boy. They watched the show. Somehow Danny's fingers found their way into the kid's curly hair on his neck, just playing with it. Chris didn't protest. He just sighed and inched even closer. "Sorry," Danny said when his phone rang. "Whatever," Chris said, leaning his head against Danny, so Danny kept his fingers tangled in the kid's soft hair while he answered. "Hey, babe," he said. "Hi, Danny!" his girlfriend answered. "You still babysitting that kid?" "Yep," Danny said. "His folks won't be back for another hour at least. Why?" "Just thought we could hang out," she said. "You know, I could come over?" Danny sighed. "Sorry, Mrs. Niemuller said no. I'll be free later, though?" With any luck, he might get her to give him a handjob like she'd done once before, two weeks ago. "Yeah, alright," she said. "You know I love you, right?" Next to Danny Chris was making gagging noises. He could hear everything, of course, and Danny guessed she did sound kind of saccharine when she got into that mode. Danny ran his hand down and pinched Chris's nipple in punishment, making the kid yip, and he kept his hand flat on the little guy's chest, keeping him close. He smelled kind of good. His hair smelled like shampoo. "Yeah, I know," Danny said, realizing he'd zoned out. "What are you doing, babe?" "Just sitting at home," she said, and then she droned on about her day, what her friends had posted on Insta and why her boss at the store was a jerk. Danny closed his eyes and tried to pay attention. "Did you know that Tiffany Himmelfarb gave a blowjob to her boyfriend behind the school today? And he's, like, a year younger than her or something!" "Eh?" Danny said, suddenly interested. "Really? Did you see them?" "No," she admitted. "But Michelle says she did. 'Course, Tiffany denies it, but her boyfriend said she did." "Lucky guy," Danny mumbled. His fingers were gliding along the kid's smooth chest and stomach. He barely realized, but the boy hummed and leaned his head against Danny's shoulder. "Guys," she said contemptuously. "You only want one thing." "Yep," Danny admitted, because he did. "Do you want me to do that to your thing?" she said, suddenly lowering her voice. Then she screamed, "Go away, you little creep! I'm on the phone! Yeah, well, tell mom! I'll kill you -" There was the sound of something, probably a shoe, hitting a door. "Sorry, sweetie," she said. "Jason?" Danny asked. "He's such a pain in the ass," she complained. "Anyway, you were being a perv as usual, and..." Danny laughed. "Shut up!" "Anyway, I swear it's true, so..." "Cool," Danny said. "Cool that she did that." "You just want me to, don't you?" she asked, trying to sound sexy. "Kind of," he said. "Do you ever, you know, think about it when you...?" "When I what?" Danny asked. "You know, touch yourself?" Danny licked his lips. "Yeah," he admitted. "You're such a pervert," she laughed. "What do you want me to do to it?" "Uh... Like, put it in your mouth," he said stupidly. "Yeah, I know!" she laughed. "But, like, what else?" "Um... Put your fingers around it, and then you'd slowly - ah shit," he groaned, remembering that Chris was right there. "Shit, babe, not appropriate right now!" She laughed. "Is he there?" "He's, ah... in the room now, yes," Danny said, blushing hard. "I don't care," Chris whispered. She lowered her voice, trying to be sexy. "Are you hard?" He swallowed, knowing that Chris could hear everything. "Uh, kinda..." She laughed. "And yours is so big!" He groaned. He'd told her he was bigger than average once, just once, and she kept reminding him. "It's fine, you can go on," Chris said, his breath tickling Danny's ear. "I... I don't know," Danny mumbled. "I've only seen yours," she said down the phone. He wasn't totally sure that ws true, but she'd said all the right things that one time she'd put his hand down is pants and jerked him off. And why did he have to think about that now? He was growing even harder. "Yeah," he said. "But that was fun." "Oh, you liked it?" she laughed. "You seemed to like it a lot." "Yeah," he groaned. Oh, God, his pants had a large tent in them now. The kid could see. Fuck. Fuck. Danny closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt something on his trapped erection. His eyes flew open. The kid was touching it. "Shit!" Danny gasped. "Wow," Chris said, running his fingers over it. "It's really big!" Pride and worry conflicted inside Danny. He should stop this, but he did think he was kind of big down there, and he somehow wanted the kid to know that... "Yours got really hard," she breathed down the phone. "Yeah," Danny moaned. It felt good to have the boy touching him. "I just wish..." "What?" "That you'd let me take off your -" "You're not touching my boobs!" she giggled. "That's so... I'm not like that." "Damn," he sighed. He was 16, and he'd still never seen a woman's breasts in real life. "But I bet they're great." "Yeah, they are," she laughed. Chris squeezed his lump, and Danny groaned, throwing his head back. He didn't have time to jerk off all day and he was dying. "I'd like to lick them," Danny said. "You dirty boy!" she squealed. "Can't the kid hear you?" "Nah, he's... he's doing something else," Danny lied. "He's watching TV." "So," she went on, tormenting him, "you wish it was you with Tiffany today?" "Yeah," he sighed. "I mean, no! I wish it was you and me!" She laughed. "It'd feel so awesome," he sighed. "Nngh." The last sound wasn't caused by any day dream. It was because Chris had pressed down gently against the hard lump in Danny's jeans. "Maybe," she said. "But there's no way I could fit it all in." "Yeah, you could, just try," he said. He was too horny now to protest when Chris pushed the zipper down and snapped the button in his jeans. They fell open, which meant only the thin cotton of his boxers hid his shaft. "I don't know," she said. "You think my tongue would feel good?" "Ah, fuck," Danny gasped when Chris squeezed his dick through the fabric. "That good, huh?" she asked, oblivious. Danny turned the phone away and whispered intently, "Dude, that's not... You shouldn't, I..." Chris grinned, showing even, white teeth - no braces would even be needed there - and ran a nail up the length to the head. Danny swooned. How the hell did a 10-tear-old know how good that felt? "She's saying something," Chris whispered. Defeated, Danny put the phone back to his ear. "...Tiffany's reputation," she was saying. "Isn't her boyfriend on the football team?" Danny asked, trying to keep his breathing even. The kid was still touching him, and it felt awesome. "Yeah, duh! That's the only reason she'd date someone younger!" "So," Danny said. "Huh?" "Well, that's because she kind of puts out," Danny said. "Right? That's why he's with her." "Oh," she said. "I guess." "Yeah, that's how to get popular guys," he said. "I - what?" "What do you mean?" she asked. He groaned. How could he explain that Chris had pulled down his boxers and was looking at Danny's bare, hard erection? "Wooooow..." Chris whispered, his blue eyes huge in admiration. "Yours is huuuge!" "Uh, thanks," Danny said. Chris squeezed it with his small hand. "Ah, fuck!" Danny croaked, almost dropping his phone at the feeling. "Sweetie?" the voice on the phone asked. "S-sorry, I just... Ah, uh, uh, the - the kid asked me something..." Danny threw his head back at the feeling of the boy's hand sliding over the head. It was slick with precome, and, oh fuck... "He can't hear, can he?" "No, no," Danny said. "Hnhh..." He put the phone down. "Dude, you have to s-stop," he whispered. "It's, ah, ah, fuuuuck... It's..." "It's what?" Chris asked with a smirk, running his little fist over the slick head. "Your parents would fucking kill me," Danny said. "Nah," Chris said. "Anyway, I don't tell on people." "Babe?" Danny asked, putting the phone back to his ear. "Fucking Jason again," she fumed. "I'm gonna fucking kill him!" "He's 12," Danny said. "He's a fucking pain," she said. "So, uh..." Danny began. "Have you, uh, thought about when you jerked me off?" "What do you mean?" Danny held back a moan. The slick sound of Chris's fingers on him was lewd. "Did you, uh, did you think it was OK?" he asked. She laughed. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not supposed to." "That's bullshit," he said. "It's fine." The kid yanked at his clothes, and without thinking he lifted his ass so Chris could pull them down. His jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. "Oh my fucking God," Chris whispered. "You're like a grown man!" Danny smirked. "Uh huh," he nodded. "You like it?" Chris nodded. He gently touched Danny's balls. "Wow," he sighed. Danny spread his legs. He was far beyond having doubts about this. Now he was too horny. He sighed when the kid closed his fingers around his and started jacking him off again. Aw, yeah. He was also still holding the boy with his free arm. He'd barely noticed how he was still running his fingers over Chris's warm skin. "Is it fine?" she asked. She'd not stopped talking, but Danny hadn't heard much of it. "Everybody will know Tiffany's a slut now." "I wouldn't tell," Danny promised. "You wanna be my girlfriend, right?" "Yeah, of course," she said. "You're my chance to be Prom King and Queen." "Soooo..." Danny asked, trying not to be too obvious humping into the kid's fist. "What do you want me to do to you?" "Oh," she said. "Well... How about if you, uh, touched my breasts?" "Yeah," Danny moaned. "Taking off your bra..." "Yeah, I guess," she said. "And, uh, you know, kissed them or something." "Uh-huh," Danny agreed. "Yeah..." "You like that?" she giggled. What Danny liked was the kid speeding up. Who knew a 10-year-old could give a handjob this good? How did he learn? The main thing was that it felt awesome, though. Danny bit his lip to keep from moaning like something off Pornhub. "Maybe I could touch you elsewhere," Danny suggested. The kid was using both hands on his shaft now, and that felt even better. "Like, where?" she asked coyly. Danny was staring at the ceiling, blown away by how good it felt, so he barely noticed when Chris moved, but when he felt something tight and wet around his dick, he definitely noticed. "Ahh, fuuuck!" he groaned. She laughed down the phone. "Just thinking about me has that effect on you, huh?" "Ye-yeah," he groaned, staring with wide open eyes at the sight of a child sucking his dick. "H-hang on, babe..." He held the phone away, trying to muster the strength to tell Chris to stop, but the feeling... the feeling was... Oh, man... All that happened was that he put a hand in Chris's soft hair and caressed his head. Danny had only ever had one blowjob in his life, a rushed affair at a party from some girl he didn't know. This was miles better. And the hand on his balls. It was blowing his mind. "Uh... S-sorry, the kid was - the kid was doing s-something," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Whatever," she said. "I'm gonna hang up if you can't even stay on the line for me." "Come on, babe, I am being paid for this," he protested. It occurred to him then that he was being paid to have his dick sucked. Wow. Should he feel bad? Probably, but actually the whole situation seemed pretty fucking amazing. "If you take me to Dinofrio's, maybe I'll touch your thing afterwards," she purred. "Yeah, maybe," he said, though the money didn't cover that at all. He sighed in pleasure, sinking down into the seat. There must be easier ways to get some than taking her to a restaurant, right? This situation proved that. He pushed down gently with his hand, trying to get the kid to take him deeper. "Hooooly shit," he croaked when the kid actually did. How - how had he learned to do this? "What?" she asked. "J-just something on TV," he said in a voice that sounded like a groan. He lifted the boy's hair and shifted so he could see Chris's lips stretched around the root of Danny's shaft. His dick looked so thick in the kid's mouth. How the hell...? A drop of the kid's spit trickled down Danny's balls. Somehow that looked dirty, lewd and hot at the same time. "You watching the game?" she asked. "You're always watching sports and stuff." "No," he sighed. "I'm watching something else." "I bet it's got nudity in it," she said. "Like, naked women." "N-no, p-promise," he stuttered. "No naked women, promise." "Hm." She sounded like she didn't believe him. "Babe," he said. "I-I wouldn't let the kid watch anything with nudity..." "I guess," she sighed. "OK." Chris slowly drew up and off Danny's shaft. It was slick with spit. Danny was secretly pretty pleased with what he was carrying, and it looked huge now, so big that he honestly didn't understand how it had even fitted down the boy's throat. Chris shot him a flirtatious look and crawled down on the floor between Danny's legs. Danny licked his lips, hoping that Chris would suck him again, but he was disappointed for a moment. Chris started untangling his clothes around his ankles, tugging at them, freeing his feet. It left Danny naked from the waist down. In fact, he only wore his t-shirt now. He didn't care, though. Anything to get the kid on his dick again. Chris threw the clothes away carelessly and grabbed Danny's ankles. With a smirk, he pulled them wider apart until Danny was spread, his ass near the edge of the sofa, and then - finally - the boy leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside, locking eyes with Danny. Awww... The smirk on the kid's face made it so much hotter... Chris leaned in and swallowed the head and several inches of shaft again, and it felt great. This was already way better than the other blowjob of Danny's life, and he'd not even come yet. "So, you promise you're not gonna go sniffing around Tiffany now that she's easy?" his girlfriend asked, jolting him out of his daze. "Uh, she has a boyfriend," he said. Then he realized that wasn't the right answer. "And you're all that I want," he added quickly. She said something about what people would say in school about Tiffany, but he zoned out. He put his free hand on the kid's head and pushed a little, and the boy got the hint. His eyes found Danny's again, laughing, and then he slowly swallowed more, more, more until his nose touched Danny's pubes. "Oh my God," Danny groaned. It was unbelievable. "Yeah, I know!" his girlfriend said, thinking he agreed with her. "I mean, her boyfriend's gonna get a big head or something. He'll think she'll do it all the time now, right?" "Maybe s-she will," he groaned, his chest tight from pleasure. His eyes were closed. Ah, God, he needed to hang up before she realized what was happening. At best, she would think he was cheating on her with another girl. He tightened his hold on the boy's head and pushed into his throat. He wasn't trying to hurt the kid, but it felt so good. He swooned, almost dropping his phone. The boy's fingers on Danny's tan thighs looked so small. Jesus. "The, ugh, unh, the kid's, uh, doing something," he managed to get out, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I gotta go." "Oh. Whatever," she huffed. "Talk later, babe," he moaned, and then hung up. He flung the phone away to the other end of the sofa, groaning. "Jesus, you're killing me, man!" Chris giggled, pulling off Danny's dick. His lips were red and wet. "Yours is reaally big, that's the only problem." "Huh," Danny said, unable to think clearly. "Uh, yeah. We, uh, we really shouldn't, I mean, you shouldn't..." "Take off your shirt?" Chris said, tugging at Danny's cotton t-shirt. "Why?" Danny asked. "Just, pleeease?" Chris looked at him with huge, pretty blue eyes. He really did look angelic, too angelic to be this good at sucking dick. "Um," Danny said, conflicted. It would be harder to get dressed quickly if Mr. and Mrs. Niemuller came home early. "You're naked with other guys in the locker rooms all the time, right?" Chris said. "So what does it matter?" Danny laughed. "It's not that I'm shy, dude." "Great!" Chris said, excited. Danny sighed and surrendered, pulling his shirt over his head and threw it down. It felt weird to be butt naked at somebody else's house, but his dick was still hard as iron. "Wooow," Chris whispered, straddling Danny's thighs and running his fingers through the small patch of hair between Danny's flat pecs. "You like it?" Danny asked. "I don't have much yet..." He had a bit of hair on his chest, but not that much, and nothing at all on his stomach, but chances were he'd get a little there in time, given that his dad and brother did. "It's cool," Chris said. "My dad doesn't have any." They locked eyes. Danny was naked and Chris only wore small briefs, and the air was electric with sexual energy. Danny couldn't miss how Chris's briefs were tented out by a small hard on. He licked his lips. Were they really doing this? A 16-year-old with a 10-year-old? It's not like Danny had any real reservations about gay sex. In principle it seemed fine. Also, he'd fooled around with a couple of boys when he was 12, and that had been a lot of fun. He was even still friends with one of them, even though they kind of never mentioned how they'd sucked each other's dicks a lot for a year or so. Still, he'd not prepared mentally for sex with another boy. "I know what we should do," Chris said with both hands on Danny's shoulders. "What?" Danny asked. "Fuck," Chris said. "I know how." "We... I... Shit," Danny moaned. "I-I don't know, man, you're too little..." "No, I'm not!" Chris protested. He got a devious look in his eyes and started fondling Danny's dick, drawing a strangled moan from the teenager. "It'll be fun, I promise!" "I... Ah, shit, OK," Danny gasped. "OK." He'd probably agree to anything to get someone to do that with their fingers to the head of his dick. "Cool! Wait here!" Chris said, jumping off Danny and flying out of the room. Danny sat back, his dick throbbing, standing up between his legs. He looked down at his t-shirt where the kid had thrown it. He fingered the Starmount High Track Team logo absently before checking his phone. "Ready!" Chris yelled, zooming back in. He threw a half-used bottle of lube on the sofa. Before he crawled back on top of Danny, he quickly pushed his own red briefs down and flung them away. They landed somewhere near the TV. He was hard, all the way hard, but what made Danny hesitate was the fact that he was totally hairless. And quite small. Not small for 10, maybe, but much, much smaller than a 16-year-old teenager with a lot to be proud of. And the way Chris crawled closer, his bare ass in Danny's lap, their dicks kind of lined up, and the difference was so massive. "Maybe... Maybe we shouldn't..." Danny said reluctantly. The truth was that his erection was a steel hard as ever. He needed to get off so badly. Chris didn't reply. Instead he squirted some lube into his hand and smeared it slowly over Danny's dick. Danny moaned. He held the boy with his hands in his flanks, watching. His entire dick, every inch, was slowly coated. It seemed like the kid took more time than strictly necessary. It if was to get Danny to forget all about stopping, well, it worked. He was panting like a dog. "Lean back," Chris ordered. Danny obeyed, spreading his arms along the back of the sofa. He checked his blinking phone. 'wanna cm ovr ltr - the folks r out' his girlfriend had typed. Danny put the phone down without bothering to reply. He watched Chris pump more lube into his hands, smearing Danny until his dick dripped with it. Then Chris wiped his hands on Danny's t-shirt and sat up on his knees, moving closer, and reached behind himself to line up Danny's dick. "Don't - don't you need to, uh...?" Danny asked. He was a total virgin about how gay sex worked, but he knew that he was big and the kid was small, so... "I already did," Chris smirked. "When I brushed my teeth." "Whaaat?" Danny asked. How the hell did the kid know they'd end up doing this? Was he being played? When his dick touched the small opening, he forgot about being upset. He was happy being played if this was the result. The only thing was, it was never going in. The boy was far too small and tight, that was clear. Chris's cheeks were red now, not with embarrassment but because he was turned on. His mouth was open and pink, taking little gulps of air, and his white teeth shone. "We don't have to if -" Danny began. Chris stared at him and pushed down. He probably took that as a challenge. He bared his teeth and slowly, slowly, the head pushed in and sunk inside. The rim snapped shut, trapping him. "Oh my God," Danny groaned, eyes wide. "You're really gonna...?" Chris gasped and licked his lips. His small chest was flushed. "You're so thick, that's the problem," he said. "I've only seen ones like yours in porn." Danny grinned. He took that as a compliment. "Wait, you watch porn?" he asked, realizing what Chris had said. "Yeah," Chris said like it was a dumb question. He held Danny's dick with one hand and sunk down half an inch. "Fuck," Danny groaned. It was warm, wet and tight. He put his hands on Chris's small ass, helping him stay in position. And then Chris did something, Danny didn't know what, and sunk down three inches on one amazing go. Chris moaned, eyes closing. Danny cursed loudly at the feeling. "I can't believe it," Danny mumbled, watching and feeling the kid slowly impale himself, inch by inch. "Heh," Chris said, smiling. He looked sweaty. He'd let Danny's dick go because half was inside him, and now he had both hands placed on Danny's shoulders, staring at the teenager. "It feels..." Danny moaned. Chris licked his lips and nodded. Then he leaned in and kissed Danny's closed mouth. It was just a small, boyish peck, but it shocked Danny almost as much as the rest of it. Again, like with sex, he had no real problems with boys kissing. In principle it was totally OK with him. He'd just never done it and never expected to do it. On the other hand, he thought, if the kid wanted to do that, it would be kind of ungrateful to resist when you thought about what they were doing, so Danny mentally shrugged and leaned in to plant one on the boy in return. Chris kissed like a child, all closed mouth and quick smooches, Danny thought, until he suddenly didn't. It was Chris who stayed liplocked first. It was also Chris who opened his mouth slightly, and it was Chris who moaned when the tips of their tongues first met. It was Danny who pushed his tongue into Chris's mouth. He tasted like toothpaste. "Mmmmhm," Chris moaned, suckling on Danny's tongue, and Danny realized that Chris kissed not like a kid but like someone who'd done it a lot before. Funny thing was, kissing a boy felt a lot like kissing a girl. Danny liked it. The only difference between this and kissing his girlfriend was that Chris's mouth was smaller. But, if anything, Chris liked it more. He moaned like crazy when Danny started tongue fucking him. He threw his slender arms tight around Danny's neck. Before he'd really noticed, Danny was all the way inside. He'd bottomed out. "Ohmgwd," he mumbled into Chris's mouth. "Flls m'zing." Chris broke the kiss, panting. A string of saliva connected them for a moment before it broke. "I've never had anything this big inside me before," he whined, voice unsteady. "It's longer than... Unnh, and thicker than..." "How does it feel?" Danny asked. "OK?" "Yeah," Chris breathed. "It's good, just... give me a moment, OK?" Danny nodded, leaning in to kiss the boy again. He was reassured by the fact that the boy's dick was hard as a nail between them. They lost themselves in the dirty pleasure of the kiss for a while, until Danny's phone rang. He considered ignoring it, but in the end he grabbed it. "Shit, it's your mom," he groaned. Talk about the worst timing in the world. Chris giggled, his blue eyes opening wide. "H-hello?" Danny said, putting the phone to his ear. "Danny?" Mrs. Niemuller asked. "Yes, yes, hello, Mrs. Niemuller," Danny said, trying to control his breathing and his pitch. It didn't help that Chris had started to ride him just a little, which felt fucking awesome, and the kid was licking at Danny's lips around the phone. "Everything alright at home?" Mrs. Niemuller asked. "Ye-mmgh-yes," Danny said around Chris's agile tongue. "Everything's fine, ma'am." "That's good. You boys having fun?" "Yes," Danny sighed. Boy, were they having fun. "Is Chris still up? He usually doesn't want to go to bed when he's got a babysitter in." "Yeah, he's up," Danny said. "Want to talk to him?" He handed the phone over and grabbed the kid's hips with his hands, controlling the pace as Chris rode him. "H-hi, Mom!" Chris said. The fingers of his free hand dug into Danny's shoulder. he swallowed hard. Danny pinched a tiny nipple on the boy's flat, skinny chest. Chris yipped. "N-no, it's just - nothing really, Mom," he said. His eyes were closed. "Yeah, we're having fun, Danny's cool, he's cool..." He paused. "What? Oh, uh, the vampire thing." Danny touched Chris's small, bare dick. He started playing with it because the boy clearly liked it. It made him, like, flutter inside around Danny's dick, which felt amazing. "No, Moooom!" Chris whined, shaking slightly from the feeling. He started riding Danny faster, maybe without knowing it himself. "I'm old enough! I won't get scared!" They struggled to keep their breathing down as they started really fucking now. Danny thought he'd explode from how fantastic it felt. Who knew he'd lose his virginity to a 10-year-old boy? Not that he cared. It was awesome. "Mooom!" Chris whined. He made a face and handed the phone back. "Mrs. Niemuller?" Danny asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but it didn't work too well. "You will make sure he doesn't get so scared that he can't sleep, won't you?" she asked. "He thinks he's old enough, but he will get nightmares, and..." "Y-yeah, sure," Danny gasped. "I-I promise I will take care of him." "Thank you," she said. "Listen, we're leaving the restaurant now. I don't know how long we'll be before we're back. Traffic, you know." "Oh," Danny said, hunching up into the kid. Some lube ran down his balls. He hoped it wouldn't stain the sofa. "Uh, I mean, that's fine, ma'am." "Alright. See you later," she said. "Bye." He hung up and flung the phone down. "They're on their way." "Fuck," Chris said in his pure, unbroken voice. "We have to hurry!" Danny groaned. The idea of stopping now was almost too much, after the interrupted handjob and blowjob earlier. "How long will they be?" he asked. "Uh, we should have 30 minutes," Chris said. Then he scratched his curly hair. "At least 20. Promise." "Fuck," Danny said. "You'd better get on top," Chris decided. "That will be quicker and my legs are getting tired." "OK," Danny said, wondering a little how Chris knew about at this. The kid scurried off and lay down on his back on the sofa, spreading his legs and holding his knees. Danny crawled between them, his hard dick leading the way, and he leaned down, aiming with one hand. This way reminded him about their size difference, but he was way past caring. He nudged the wet, smearing opening with his dick. Before pushing in, he squirted a dollop of lube on the gaping hole. Then he fed his dick into the boy. It went in much easier than to begin with, but still it was slow. "Aw," Chris moaned. "You can - you can do it harder." Danny pushed harder, because time was running and he didn't trust the 20-minute deadline Chris had promised him. Lube brimmed the whole as he stuffed himself inside. It felt unbelievable. "Jesus," he groaned, when the last stubborn two inches were all that remained. "This is awesome." Chris smiled. He looked sweaty and tired, and his curly hair was a mess. In fact, he looked like he'd been fucked, and all Danny could do was hope his parents didn't notice. Danny grabbed Chris's skinny thighs in his hands and pulled, thrusting as the same time, and slowly he managed to bury the last bit of his shaft. His pubes pushed against Chris's milky while ass. It was the only part of the kid that didn't have a deep tan. "OK?" he asked. "Uh-huh," Chris nodded. "Hurry!" Danny leaned down, smothering the kid, and started fucking him. It was just instinct. His hips knew what to do. He pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth again, and Chris moaned, meeting his thrusts eagerly. They made a slapping noise now. The kid's slender legs crossed behind Danny's back. Danny's toes dug into the sofa cushions for purchase as he ramped up the speed. They were both gasping into each other's mouths now, hearts beating fast, lungs screaming for oxygen. Danny loved it. If this was sex, he wanted to have sex every day for the rest of his life. Chris threw his arms over his head and grabbed the armrest blindly. It meant he could push his hips back against Danny's dick even harder. It was almost like he'd been fucked on this sofa before, Danny thought, although that seemed unlikely. "Unh, unh, hn," Danny gasped, feeling his balls slap against the kid's ass. "Are you OK?" "Ye-ye-yeah, yeah, ohooo, yeah," Chris groaned. "Aw, man, you hitting the spot like a dream - hnnh! hnnnh! ooohhh!" "really? You like it?" Danny asked, mouth open against the boy's wet, red mouth, sharing his air. They were chest to chest, sliding with sweat, staring hungrily at each other. "Fu-fuck yeah," Chris whined. "I love it when you - AH! AH!" "L-like that?" Danny grinned triumphantly. The kid yipped with every thrust, throwing his head from side to side. His fingers tore at Danny's short hair. "Aw, man," Danny groaned. "Hurry, hurry," Chris gasped. "AH! AH! They'll - they'll be here - ah, fuck, fuck!" They loud groans, breathing and the slap of flesh was all the could be heard for a few, long minutes. Danny was getting closer and there was no way he could stop. He just had to come. Suddenly Chris loud whines rose in volume, his silvery voice vibrating. He grew frantic, slamming his narrow hips into Danny's dick, almost tearing Danny's hair out, and then his entire body shook while and unearthly groan ripped from his throat. It was so hot that Danny felt like he would faint. He kept up his fucking, because his body demanded it, and the kid's orgasm seemed to go on and on. Finally, slowly, Chris came down, slumping back, breathing like he was drowning. "Ah, man," he gasped. "That was massive..." "Fuck, fuck," Danny groaned, balls slapping hard against Chris now. "I can't remember the last time I came like that," Chris mumbled near Danny's ear, but Danny barely heard. "Fuck, shit, no," Danny protested when he heard a car outside. Car lights lit up the semi-dark room briefly as the car parked. "Quick, quick!" Chris said, eyes open in panic. "Just come inside me! It's fine, I don't care, I never do, just shoot it, Danny! Shoot it in me!" Whether it was the dirty words or the panic, or because it was just time, Danny finally tumbled over the edge screaming into a pillow near Chris's head when he started shooting. It felt like an intense explosion of white light inside his body that continued in powerful waves while his hips jerked and his dick sprayed inside the kid. It went on and on, like it had been months since he'd jerked off when in reality it was that morning. Aw, man, it kept shooting, shooting... He pumped and pumped, and they were naked, and Chris's parents were outside, and oh God... Finally it stopped. The orgasm of Chris's 16-year-old life came to an end in a panic. He pulled out, as slowly as he dared, and they scrambled madly around for their clothes, Chris wiping himself with Danny's t-shirt when come leaked down his legs in large blobs. Chris struggled into his briefs on shaky legs. "You were awesome," he said, a little dreamily. "We can do it again of you like." "Uh, yeah, maybe," Danny said, yanking his boxers and jeans up with jittery hands. "I mean sure, yeah, definitely!" Chris grinned and sprinted up the stairs to get into bed. Maybe that would hide how sweaty and messed up he was. That left Danny to grab his socks and dirty t-shirt and rush into the bathroom, locking the door just as the front door opened. He could get his socks on no problem, but his shirt dripped with sperm and lube. It was hopeless. In the end he ran it under the tap and wrung it out. "...you hiding?" Mrs. Niemuller asked. She knocked on the door. "Yeah, sorry, just coming," Danny said. He shook out the shirt and pulled it on, soaked and wrinkled and still smelling a little of come. He opened the door. "Everything alright?" Mrs. Niemuller asked, standing outside. She looked a little drunk, so Mr. Niemuller must have been the designated driver for the evening. "Yeah, sorry," Danny said sheepishly. "Chris went to bed. He's upstairs." "Good. Uh..." she said, looking at his shirt. "Sorry, I spilled some coke," he said. "I, uh, I tried to rinse it, but, uh..." "Oh, I see," she said. "Well, I'm sure your mom can save it." "Yeah," he said. "Let me just remove the pizza box. I guess we forgot the time when we had a tickle fight." "Tickle fight?" she said. Then she laughed. "Oh, he must like you a lot! He used to love those but he says he's too old now." "I guess," Danny said, hoping the invented tickle fight would explain away why he smelled like sweat. "Don't worry about cleaning things up, I got it," Mr. Niemuller said. "Here's your money." "Thanks," Danny said, pocketing the cash. "So, uh, I'll get going." "Don't forget this," Mr. Niemuller said with a grin, handing Danny his phone which he'd left on the sofa in the rush. "Thanks!" Danny said. "So, uh..." Mr. Niemuller said, putting an arm around the sweaty teenager and leading him to the door. "Chris is a fun kid, huh?" "Um, yeah, he's cool," Danny said. "I like him a lot." "Yeah, I thought you might," Mr. Niemuller said with a knowing look. "We saw you run track last month at the event. Both Chris and I thought you looked like the right kind of guy to babysit, so when Mrs. Fraser said you were looking for odd jobs, we thought..." "Yeah, uh, cool," Danny said. "Good. We have your number," Mr. Niemuller said. "I usually run Charlene home, but you're a guy, so..." "No, I have my bike, but thanks, Mr. Niemuller," Danny said. It didn't seem right to fuck the guy's son first and then expect a ride home. "OK. Goodnight, Danny," Mr. Niemuller said, giving him a friendly pat on the ass. "Night," Danny said. He left the Niemuller home with a huge smile on his face. When he got him, there was a text waiting for him. 'Chris says you're the coolest babysitter he's ever had,' Mr. Niemuller had texted. 'You want to be our regular? Next Saturday 6 to 10? Same pay?' Danny grinned. 'Of course,' he texted back. 'Any time.' 'I think we'll be very satisfied with you. Goodnight and thanks,' Mr. Niemuller wrote. Danny grinned, kicking his shoes off in his dark room and lying back on his bed. He had a feeling the arrangement would satisfy everybody. **** Let me know if you liked the story! 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