Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:30 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 11 (t/b oral/anal) This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship of a teen with younger boys, including their sexual adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are to leave. Copyright2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Please see the note at the conclusion of this chapter. I try to answer all email. the.empty.room@hotmail.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 11 (t/b oral) "Mike, mommie said I could go play in the park if you would take me. Mrs. Jenkins never does; she's too old." "Well, Robbie," Mike smiled. "This boy's not too old to play in the park. Let's go, tiger." Mike grabbed the housekey and took Robbie by the hand as they left. They walked hand-in-hand the two blocks to the park. It was a large area, half of it used as a ball diamond, where a Little League game was about to begin, and the other half a well-equipped playground. Robbie ran straight to the jungle gym and started climbing the bars. "Come on up, Mike. Come on up," he called. "I"ll just watch, Robbie. I don't know if that thing was made for bigger guys." Mike watched the boy stretch to reach the higher bars, swing to get his feet in place, then come to rest on another perch. He laughed at the feeling of being so high. He yanked off his t-shirt and threw it to Mike. "It's too hot for this," he said. As Robbie stretched, the smooth paleness of his underarms contrasted with his tan. The waistband of his tight shorts was stretched lower on his body and revealed the whiteness of his little briefs. As he swung his legs and leaped from one perch to another, each movement accented another part of his lovely body. Mike couldn't take his eyes off the boy. When the shirtless boy ran to the teeter-totter, Mike joined him, and the two moved up and down, with Mike's legs shooting his little charge high into the air. Mike watched the little brown chest and belly bounce with each landing. God, he loved this boy! Robbie wanted to try the swings next, and Mike stood behind him to push. He squealed as Mike pushed him higher and higher, but he kept shouting, "More! More!" Each time the swing moved back to him Mike rested his hand for just a second on Robbie's warm back or hips, then pushed him higher, the little legs kicking to help the momentum. A second little boy, a bit larger than Robbie, sat in the next swing and began moving it. He looked over at Mike with his large brown eyes, and Mike smiled back at him. Mike realized he'd been asked a question with those eyes, so he moved over to give the boy a push. He alternated between the two, pushing first one then the other, watching the two shirtless little boys swing and listening to the shouts and laughter. He heard himself laughing with them. His arms demanded a rest soon, so he let the swings slow down, and the boys glided to a slow stop. Robbie hopped out and gave Mike a hug. Mike smelled the sweetness of a sweaty boy, then realized he'd worked up a good sweat himself. "Can Charlie and me have a snowcone, Mike? Please?" Robbie begged. "Charlie?" Mike asked. "Yeah, this is Charlie. He's my friend. Can we?" Mike looked at the friend Robbie obviously knew from previous visits. He was slightly larger than Robbie, a bit more slender, perhaps a bit older. His dark hair was short, and the long lashes emphasized his brown eyes. He was smiling up at Mike. "Sure," Mike said. "Snowcones it is!" "Let me ask, okay?" Charlie asked. And he ran over to a bench on the far side of the playground to speak to the man who had apparently brought him to play. The child almost skipped as he ran back with a huge smile. "Okay, I can," Charlie said. The three headed to the snowcone concession at the side of the playground, and all three decided on strawberry. They moved to the side to lick at the quickly-melting cones. "This is Mike," Robbie finally said between slurps. "My new babysitter." Charlie's mouth was too full of ice to say anything, but he tried. Some red ice ran out of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his bare chest. He squealed at the sudden coldness. Robbie began to laugh, and the ice from his mouth slid out and landed on his belly. The two boys were wet and giggling when the man Charlie had talked to joined them. "Charlie, I thought you were going to eat it, not take a bath in it," he laughed. "They sure lost more than they ate," Mike said, joining in the laughter. "I hope you don't mind your son getting all sticky." "I'm Chuck," the man said, reaching out to shake Mike's hand. "I'm Mike," the teen responded, "and this little mess is Robbie." "Oh, I've seen Robbie before when the boys have been playing here," Chuck said. "And Charlie isn't really my son. He's the son of a friend of mine who's out of the country for a little while. I"m keeping Charlie for him while he's gone." Chuck was a very nice-looking man in his late thirties. His blond hair was several shades darker than Mike's, and his shorts and t-shirt emphasized his athletic build. "Look, boys," Chuck said. "You're pretty sticky, and you're going to attract every fly in town. We'd better get you washed off a little." The four of them went into the restroom, and Mike and Chuck wet paper towels. They squatted down, each in front of his own little charge, and began to wipe the sticky chests and bellies. Robbie and Charlie giggled as the cold water washed over them, some of it running down into the waistbands of their shorts and onto their little dicks. Mike wiped some of the sticky mess from one of Robbie's nipples and watched it tighten in response to the coldness and roughness of the paper towel. That made him glance at the other boy, and Charlie's nipples were tight, too. The boys were obviously enjoying the attention the older two were giving them. Chuck finished Charlie off with a couple of tummy-tickles, and Mike did the same for Robbie. Charlie got the idea of getting compltely dry with the blow-dryer attached to the wall, and Robbie followed. The whine of two blow-driers couldn't drown out the giggles of two little boys who pressed out their chests and moved their bellies from side to side under the warm air. Mike watched the little dance, and he couldn't help but notice that Chuck was watching carefully, too. "Oooo," Robbie said. "Now I've got to peepee." He moved to the smaller urinal on the other side of the room and spread his legs as he pulled out his little dick. "Me too!" Charlie said, and he stood at the higher urinal next to Robbie. "Oops," he giggled, as some of his pee dribbled onto the floor. He scooted closer and stood on his tiptoes to finish peeing. The two boys were obviously looking at each other as they peed. Mike and Chuck smiled at one another as they went outside to wait for the boys. "Robbie's a nice boy," Chuck said to Mike. "They've played some together here since the beginning of summer, but Robbie doesn't get here too often." "I know," Mike replied. "His other babysitter was a little too old to bring him, I think. And I can't imagine her swinging him!" He laughed. "Well," Chuck smiled, "you look young enough -- and fit enough -- to do both. Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" "I'm fifteen," Mike answered. "A lot of responsibility for a fifteen-year-old, babysitting." Chuck said. "I worked with his mother at a store," Mike said, bristling a little at the comment. "We know each other pretty well. She asked me..." "Oh, hey, I didn't mean that as a criticism, Mike," Chuck said. "It's a compliment. Keeping a boy Robbie's age is hard work -- I'm sure you know that." "Robbie's just turned six, and, yeah, he can be a handful." Mike now blushed a little at the compliment. "And Charlie just turned seven. They seem to play well together, don't they?" "Yes. I think they like each other," Mike said. And he noticed that Chuck looked at him for a moment after that comment. Later, as the two were soaking in the tub, Mike asked Robbie if he liked playing with Charlie. "Yeah, he's fun," Robbie said, as he washed Mike's chest slowly. "And we can play more, now that I can go to the park more -- right, Mike?" "Sure, honey." Mike lay back against the back of the tub and turned Robbie around to settle him against his chest. His hard cock was shoved between the cleft of Robbie's butt and Mike's belly. Mike reached around his little friend and stroked his chest, playing with each nipple. Robbie sighed and relaxed against him, laying his head back onto his chest. Mike reached under the water for Robbie's cocklet, fingering his tiny balls first. His thumb and forefinger rolled the thin little boydick slowly, left then right, left then right. Robbie sighed again. His dick began to stiffen. Mike kept the pace slow and easy. His own cock was throbbing, and he knew the child could feel it against his butt and back. "I love you, honey. You are so sweet. I love you..." Mike whispered into the little ear in front of him. Robbie squirmed as he felt the warm breath on his ear and the hardening of his boyhood. "Oh, Mike...I love you..." Robbie began to move his dick into Mike's hand. Robbie's head pressed back against Mike's chest as the boy moved his cocklet hard into Mike's hand. "Oh, Mike..." The boy's movements became more urgent as his cocklet demanded more attention. Soon he was panting and fucking his little tool into the teen's hand. His wiggles massaged Mike's own cock. "Ooooooo...Mike...make me do it...oooooo..." Mike knew the very second the boy's orgasm began. Robbie's back stiffened against him, and his little belly clenched. His cocklet became a tiny rod in his hand, and the child rammed his groin against his fist. As Robbie's voice rose with his dry cum, Mike's cock throbbed once, hardened even further, and shot Mike's hot cream between his belly and the child's back. He shoved his groin harder against the boy, and the bathroom echoed with the sounds of two boys enthralled with the pleasure of sex. Robbie collapsed against him, and Mike went limp. They lay together until the water began to cool, and Mike pulled his little lover from the tub. He dried both of them off and carried Robbie to the bedroom. For the rest of the afternoon, the boys kissed and tasted each other in every possible place. And for the first time Robbie tasted Mike's entrance. Licking the the hole of the teen's ass, Robbie wondered if there could be anything at all any better than making love to Mike. He discovered that he liked the taste, and his tongue danced over Mike's pucker. Finally, after each had enjoyed another orgasm, Mike held Robbie in both arms for a long while, loving him by just being there with him. The next time Mike came over Robbie wanted to go to the park again, apparently celebrating his new freedom, with his new babysitter, to do so. Mike found himself looking around for Robbie's little friend and, curiously, felt very pleased when he saw the two they had met previously enter the park. Charlie was shirtless again this morning, as was Robbie, and Mike loved touching both the boys as he pushed them high on the swings. Eventually the two little ones decided to teeter-totter with each other, and Mike joined Chuck on a nearby bench. "Morning, Mike," Chuck greeted him. "They play well together, don't they?" "Hi, Chuck. Yeah, they do. I guess they've been friends for a while." There was a little question in Mike's statement. "Oh, yes. Since the beginning of summer," Chuck said. "Charlie's daddy left him with me for a lot of the summer, and I thought this would be a good place for him to let off some steam. I live just a few blocks over. Robbie hasn't been here a lot, but they seemed to hit it off." "No," Mike explained, "Robbie's babysitter was a little too old for this, I think." "I remember the lady," Chuck said. "She did seem a little old for swings." They laughed. "I'm sure Robbie has a lot more fun playing with you," Chuck added. "Um...Yeah. He's a nice kid. We get along fine," Mike said. "Well, you seem like a very responsible young man," Chuck complimented him. They were silent for a moment, watching the boys and listening to their laughter. "Mike, perhaps I shouldn't...I don't mean to interfere. I couldn't help but notice that you kissed the boy while you were swinging him. I noticed that the other day, too." Mike flushed. He almost stopped breathing. "It's just..." Chuck began quietly. "It's just that it might not be such a good idea in such a public place, no matter how you feel about the boy." "I...I don't know..." Mike was not sure how to take the comment -- or how to respond. "I mean you no harm, Mike," Chuck continued, lowering his voice even further. "I understand how you feel about the child. I'm just suggesting that it would be better not to be too demonstrative in public." Mike was speechless. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Mike. I didn't mean to. I was thinking of what was best for you -- and the boy." He paused. "I know you love him. I can see it. I can see it because I live it myself. I love my Charlie. And we have...an intimate relationship, too." Mike stood up as though to leave, then sat back down. He was shaking. "Mike, when you love a boy," Chuck continued in his quiet voice, "it must be a very private thing. And it's just too easy to allow the very relaxed relationship of lovers to show in public -- little things like hugs, kisses, things like that. When you love a boy, you must protect him. And yourself, Mike." "Ah..." Mike began, and even his voice was shaking. "Ah...I..." Words failed him. "I admire you, Mike." Chuck laughed quietly. "Maybe because you remind me so much of myself. You see," -- and Chuck turned to look Mike fully in the face -- "when I was your age I fell in love with a little boy, too. Charlie's daddy. It was a thoroughly confusing time for me, and I was lucky I ploughed through it without causing serious problems for myself, or for little Tyler." They were both silent. "And maybe I just want to make things a little easier for you," Chuck finally added. Chuck stood and stretched. He called Charlie. He reached in his pocket and gave Mike a card. "This is my name, address, and phone. Maybe we'll see you two fellows here again sometime. If not, if you ever have any questions, or just want to talk, give me a ring." He smiled at the teenager and, when Charlie arrived he took the boy's hand, and they walked away. Charlie and Robbie called "goodbye" to each other. And Robbie ran over to the bench. "Can we get another snow cone, Mike?" Robbie asked. Mike remained silent. "Mike?" "Um...yeah." The two went over to the concession booth, and Mike watched Robbie lick the snow cone a little more carefully than the last time. He knew, Mike thought. Is it obvious like that? My god. He knew. How... He and that Charlie? He just came out and...told me? He knows. My god. "Ah...So, you like playing with Charlie, huh?" Mike asked. "Yeah," Robbie said, the red juice running from his lips. "He's nice." "Well," Mike said, slowly, "then maybe...maybe you two can play together more this summer. I mean, we can come to the park more." Robbie nodded, his mouth now too full to speak. Chuck knew, Mike thought. Just like that. And he does, too... ------------- Note to readers: Those of you for whom Chuck and Charlie are new characters may want to meet them more fully by reading their own story. They appeared first in "Tyler Becomes a Man," which you'll find in the Adult/Youth section (March 23 2007).