Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 19:03:55 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 3 (t/b oral) This story is completely fictional. It concerns the relationship of a young teen with younger boys, including their sexual activities. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I appreciate all reader response and try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 3 (t/b oral anal) After sucking Ricky, Mike decided he liked the hairless dicks he'd seen and touched and sucked. He loved to be able to thrill boys who had never had anyone pay that kind of attention to them before, to teach them how they could obtain pleasure from their own bodies. Every night, as he lay in bed naked, he picked a boy he had seen in the store -- some he had played with and some he had not -- and dreamed about that boy until he sprayed his teen cum all over his chest. Mike was considered a good employee at the store, someone who could be counted on, so he got some extra time when others wanted off for a while. This meant extra work, but it also meant extra money and, of course, more chances to see the pretty boys. Adele, the assistant manager, was especially fond of Mike. She encouraged him and even made excuses for him when he was sometimes a little slow in getting work done -- that happened when he was occupied with a boy in the back room. His work was always done well, though, and that was enough for Adele. One afternoon just as they were both leaving after work, Adele stopped Mike and asked him if he might be interested in doing her a favor, making a little extra money for doing it. "I guess," Mike said. "What kind of favor?" "It's my boy, Mike. I'm having a little trouble getting sitters for him. I hate working so many nights, but sometimes I have to, and finding somebody dependable isn't easy. I know it sounds like a girl's job" -- she laughed a bit -- "but babysitting is hard work, and you have to be responsible. You can do that. What do you think?" "I...I don't know. I've never done anything like that before," Mike said. "It would only be for a few nights and maybe a Saturday or two until I can get something worked out, Mike. I'd really appreciate it." Adele sounded like she really needed help, and Mike liked her, so he agreed to give it a try. The following afternoon when Mike got off work, Adele took him to her home. The day babysitter left, and Adele introduced Mike to her son. "Mike, this is Robbie," she said proudly. "And Robbie, this is Mike." Adele had every right to be proud. Robbie had just turned six, and he was a beautiful little boy. His tanned skin was accented by his dark hair, making a frame around his little face. His deep brown eyes looked away from Mike shyly. His small hand felt warm as Mike shook hands with him, and those deep eyes looked up at him then. Mike felt his heart pounding. Adele had no idea she would be leaving her little boy in the charge of someone who coaxed boys into the fitting rooms or the back room at the store to undress them, fondle them, and suck their little dicks. But she was right in reading Mike as a responsible young teen. She was right in believing that Mike would protect her son and not let any harm come to him. She soon had a warm supper on the table for the boys and then left to return to work. Mike and Robbie ate silently for a while, the little boy smiling shyly at the teen now and then. Mike asked him to help with the dishes, and the little boy was happy to assist. They went into the living room to watch a little TV until it was time for Robbie's bath. Mike went into the bathroom with his little charge and watched him undress. Apparently, Robbie felt no hesitation at all about being naked in front of him. His tanned body showed that he liked to play outside with his shirt off. His chest was smooth and brown, and his sturdy little legs were just as brown. His tummy carried some baby fat, and it made a very attractive round little boybelly. His middle was almost as white was the porcelain tub. His bottom bounced as Robbie jumped up and down getting ready, and a tiny dick bounced in time with it on the other side of him. Mike drew the bathwater for him, tossed in some bubbles, and helped the boy into the tub. "I can wash myself, Mike," came the little voice when Robbie was seated safely in the tub. "I'm a big boy now." "Yes, you are," Mike grinned. "Okay. I'll just be out here in the living room if you need anything, okay?" Robbie nodded and began to splash in the bubbles. Soon mounds of white bubbles covered the water, and Robbie looked like a little angel playing in the clouds. Mike returned to the living room, more than aware that his cock was leaking in his briefs. Sooner than he expected, he heard the tub gurggling as the water drained from it, and a naked Robbie ran giggling down the hallway into his bedroom. In another moment, the boy reappeared, wearing a pair of short pajama bottoms without a shirt. He was carrying a book. "Here, Mike," he said. He climbed up on Mike's lap and settled in. "Read to me. I get two stories every night. Here," he said, pointing, "start with this one." Mike senses were suddenly overwhelmed. He took in the scent of a boy clean and fresh from his bath. His arm was around bare shoulders that were smooth and warm. Robbie was leaning against his chest, and his soft hair brushed against Mike's face. Most of all, Mike was aware of the growing cock on which Robbie was sitting. He began to read, and Robbie settled into him, leaning his head into Mike's chest. Mike read the words automatically, and with every breath he took he inhaled the scent of the boy. His eyes moved from the words on the page to the tanned bare thighs revealed when the short pajamas slid up a bit. His free hand alternated between holding the book and holding Robbie's shoulder against him. He soon found himself stroking that shoulder. Mike was too aware of his cock. He couldn't afford to scare the boy, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to do anything with the boy, as beautiful as he was -- he was Adele's son, after all, and Mike had to work with her almost every day. And he was so little. Robbie shifted now and then, and his warm butt pressed into Mike's lap, but the boy seemed not to notice anything. Mike came to the end of the story too soon. But Robbie had another one in the same book in mind, and he turned to it. "You read good," Robbie said, smiling up into Mike's face. His breath was warm against Mike's skin at the base of his throat. "I like the way you read." Robbie settled back down for the second story, and this time Mike found himself stroking the boy's soft hair as he read. Robbie accepted it without comment. At the end of the story, Robbie begged for just one more. "Now, you told me you got two stories, Robbie," Mike smiled. "We'd better stick to that for tonight. Off to bed." "Tuck me in, Mike. Come on," and Robbie took Mike's hand and pulled him down the hall into his room. Robbie had a low child's bed along one wall, and he climbed into it. Mike pulled up the covers and straightened them. "Mike, you gonna babysit me a lot?" "Um, I suppose so, Robbie. I think that's what your mom has in mind." "Good. You babysit good." Robbie smiled up at him. He suddenly threw up both arms and grabbed Mike around the neck. The boy pulled him down with more strength than Mike would have expected from a six-year-old and kissed him on the cheek. The little lips felt warm on his cheeks, warm and soft. It was a different kind of kiss than he had shared with anyone before. Mike kissed Robbie's cheek, stroked his hair one more time, and left the room, turning out the light. He left the door open, as instructed, to allow a little light into the room. When he sat back down in the living room, Mike had two things to concern him. One was the very hard cock making a wet spot in his briefs. The scent of boy was still in his nostrils; the touch of boy lips might just as well have been still on his cheek. The other concern was his job, or jobs. He didn't dare try anything with Robbie. He had no idea what the reaction might be, or what might happen in the long term. But he couldn't help but stroke his cock through his pants. He remembered the feel of that little soft butt on his lap... He almost stroked himself to a cum. He got up and went into the bathroom, closed the door, and jacked himself off. When he sat back down in the living room, he was still hard! God, he thought. He is so beautiful, so nice. But I can't. Not him. But, after all, Mike was just a young teen. He at least wanted to be close to his fantasy. So he quietly went into Robbie's room. There was just enough light to see the dark tousled head on the pillow. When his eyes were more accustomed to the dark, he saw that Robbie had kicked off the sheet. His pj bottoms were twisted. Mike walked softly to the side of the bed and looked at the boy. Yes, he could have been an angel, Mike thought. He was beautiful. His tiny nostrils moved a bit with his breathing, and his small lips were slightly parted. His belly moved up and down with Robbie's shallow breaths. His legs were turned a bit under him. Mike reached down and straightened the child's legs. When he touched that smooth warm skin, he sucked in his breath. He had no idea a child's foot could be so soft. Or so beautiful. He held that little foot longer that necessary and lay it down as though it were a valuable piece of art. He stroked a thigh, very lightly. Robbie sighed in his sleep. The sound was all it took. Mike carefully lay down next to the boy, lifting his head gently and placing his arm under it. Mike's heart was pounding as he felt the boy automatically cuddle into him a bit. With the movement, the fly in Robbie's pj bottoms opened slightly, and Mike could see the white flesh underneath. It was the boy's upper thigh. He carefully lay his hand on the sleeping boy's belly, and he stroked gently when there was no reaction. He felt the boy's warmth soak into his hand and surge up into his chest. Yes, Mike finally acknowledged; he needed this boy. Wanted him. He slid his hand gently and slowly downward until his fingertips were under the waistband of the pj bottoms. He rested his fingers for a moment on the soft, smooth little mound that would one day grow hair for this child. He sucked in his breath as he slid his hand down farther. The palm of his hand slid over the boydick almost before Mike knew he was there. He rested his hand on Robbie's cocklet. It felt so tiny in his palm. He remembered it bouncing as the boy walked and ran, and he felt his own cock throbbing. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his fingers moving against the smooth inner thighs. How did a just-turned six-year-old dick respond to something like this, Mike wondered. He soon found out. He felt the little boydick stiffen slowly. It pressed into his palm, and Mike gently moved his hand against it. He could feel the tiny dickhead. He needed to see it, not just feel it! Carefully, he sat up. Robbie snorted a cute little snort in his sleep and turned to lay more fully on his back. Mike pulled his hand up, found the snaps holding the pj bottoms, and unsnapped them. He opened the fly carefully and, with the light from the hallway, he found a hard little cocklet pointing up at him. Robbie's dick was less than an inch when hard. God, it's so beautiful, Mike thought. So tiny and beautiful. He played with it, slowly moving it back and forth, as much as something that small could move; he was amazed that something so tiny could be so hard. It was the smallest dick he'd ever seen, he decided. And the most beautiful. And he wasn't so sure why he thought that, but he knew it was true. His eyes traced over the tiny thing, up and down it, around a dickhead so small it was hardly there. He worked the little dick carefully, rolling it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. He discovered that the cocklet seemed to respond when he just squeezed it regularly right under the little dickhead. Robbie's legs began to twitch now and then, and his hips shifted. Still, Mike kept his rhythm up, pleasing the little dick between his fingers. There was a muffled sound, and Mike looked at Robbie's face -- he was awake! "Oh don't stop please Mike. It's so nice. Please..." Robbie automatically opened his legs a bit to give Mike more access to his boyhood. Mike was in awe of this child, who seemed enthralled by the sensations of his little body -- just at the age of six and enjoying his hard little dick! Mike smiled at him and continued his play. Robbie closed his eyes. "Ooooo..." He was feeling it, Mike knew. "Oooooo..." The narrow hips were pressing up toward Mike's hand, and the brown belly was quivering with tension. Robbie gasped in a long breath, and his eyes flew open. "Ooooooooo..." His mouth dropped, his voice was silent, and he shook with the immensity of his first dry cum. He shook until Mike let his little dick fall. Robbie was panting. Mike kissed his cheek. "Oh, Mike. What was that? Oh... so good..." "Robbie, that was the nice feeling a boy can get from his dick. You liked it?" "Oh, yes, Mike. Do it again, please. Can we do it some more?" "Not tonight, Robbie. You need to get to sleep. Your mom will be home pretty soon. We'll do it another time. Okay?" Robbie threw his arms around Mike's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His soft lips remained on Mike's cheek for only a moment, but Mike could still feel them when he pulled the sheet back up over the little boy. Robbie sighed deeply and fell asleep almost at once. Mike still felt those warm little lips against his cheek as he went into the bathroom. He jacked himself off for the second time that evening. He was going to love this job.