Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 07:36:47 -0800 (PST) From: Bo Sasego Subject: My Babysitter's Boyfriend The Babysitters Boyfriend This story has homosexual content and should only be read by adults. By: sasego@37.com I would argue with my mother about the need for a sitter. I was twelve and she was just a year or so older. It always came back the same. "Girls mature faster than boys, dear. And it makes your father and I feel better." Nothing made my father feel better, but if it kept the peace, I'd shut up about Carmel Jones. She'd been sitting for more since we moved. My Aunt Franny sat for me up until then, but I was twelve and it was time for me to go babysitter free. At least we could try it once. I'd had a cold and wasn't feeling none too good. I was awakened by some noise that didn't belong in the house. By the time I was up I forgot what woke me. I decided orange juice would be a good idea. I turned on the light by the bed and found my slippers before going downstairs. There was some funny noises coming from the television room and down six more steps, only I didn't need to go to the bottom to get to the bottom of the disturbance. A naked butt was in the air as some mindless chick did her best Valley Girl impression, which didn't impress anyone but other Valley Girls and Carmel, who lived far from any valley and was too busy with the guy on top of her to be translating Valleyese. The noise was matched up with the motion in that bare bottom. I just knew I shouldn't stay there watching, but I wasn't going to miss anything if I could help it. I suppose they were kissing when he wasn't groaning, something like when I'm pushing out a humongous terd. I wanted a look at where they were connected up but I'd need to get in front of the couch for that view. What would they say? I'm going to tell your parents. Not likely, I figured. "Shit!" the dark haired boy said, leaping up off the couch, facing me once his leaping was done. "Shit!" He had on his Adidas shoes and Wilson socks as I recall. Until you got to his navy blue shirt, he was bare. I'd never seen anything quite like it. She sat up, covering her breasts with her arms. He grabbed his boxers and held them on his pecker. "Bo, you're supposed to be in bed," Carmel informed me. "I need some orange juice. My throat's scratchy." "You go back to bed. I'll talk to you in a minute," she said in calm words but her voice wavered. "Shit!" the boy said again, but this time he was dancing in a circle on one foot while trying to get into his boxers. Once they were aware of me it was no fun any more. They weren't going to do anything. I got my orange juice and went up to my room. I guzzled my juice and lay back on my bed, reliving what had to be one of the highlights of my life. It excited me completely. I heard the doorknob turning and I knew Carmel would be there to ask for my silence. When the door clicked shut, it was the dude standing there in his baby blue boxers. He leaned back on the door. I wasn't sure how he intended to assure my silence. "Look kid," he said gruffly. "Bo," came in a softer voice. "You can't go tellin' on us." He was way tall compared to me. He had to be in high school. I hadn't seen him at middle school. My eyes examined his face for some sign of anger. His body seemed long and his legs weren't all that sturdy looking. There were no particular muscles I noticed but he was big enough not to need muscles to thump a squirt like me. Then my eyes noticed the slit in his boxers. Coal black hair stood in the opening and a very small sliver of white flesh. My eyes didn't go any further once I discovered this view. There we were, near man and boy and we hadn't got past my name. "Bo. Let's not get her in trouble. She was just trying to take care of me, you know." I checked his dark eyes before going back to the hole in the front of his boxers. I was sure we were going to work it out. "What if I show it to you. That makes us even? You keep quiet and I'll show you." Our eyes had done most of the talking and mine gave away my price. I'd thought about it before. My friends were little different from me. I'd seen guys in the pool locker room. I wondered what it was like having all that hair and a big one to boot. Having him in my room in his underwear was exciting enough, but knowing he wanted to buy my silence emboldened me. "Okay," I said with my eyes glued to the slit so I wouldn't miss anything. He hesitated, watching me all the time. Then he flipped it out. I'd started my growth spurt. I'd added three and three quarters inches to my height and untold pounds to my body that summer I turned twelve. I'd also started to grow some hair around mine. It had grown to a whopping, nearly almost four inches. He had hair all around his. "Want to touch it?" He asked softly. "Come on. You can touch it, but only for a minute or she might come up." He could see I had a real interest in what I saw. The invitation was difficult to accept. Yes, I wanted to touch him but I wasn't sure I should. I got on my knees in front of him so I'd have a bird's eye view. He stayed with his back against the door. I examined it with my eyes for a minute and then put my hand on it. The warm moistness surprised me. It grew as my fingers caressed it. I became bolder and twisted and pulled as it reacted to my touch. "It's different," I said, using both hands. "Not either. It's fine," he said. "How's it different?" "Where'd you get all that skin? Mine doesn't have any," I protested. "Mines normal. Yours has been cut off," he said sounding proud of this. "Hasn't either," I said. "Show me," he said. I stood up and pushed down my pajamas and underpants to my knees. His rough hands were immediately feeling my balls and penis. It was erect from the excitement of feeling his. It had never been harder. "I didn't get no hair until I was almost fourteen," he said. "I turned twelve in March," I said, feeling good about his comment. "You'll have a nice one. At least as big as mine." "You think so?" His words made my heart flutter. His was way larger than mine. The thought of having one like that thrilled me. "Yeah, you're going to have a good one. I was still tiny at twelve. Yours is growing real good." He was completely hard when I went back to feeling him. He showed me how to get the extra fold of skin off the head. "So why do you got skin?" I asked. "It makes the head more sensitive. Makes it better when you screw," he said. "Like with girls?" I said, being sure about what. I learned about seeds and eggs and all in school. He looked at me awhile and was still feeling me. He seemed to get even harder and longer. The skin grew darker near the head and it felt even more exciting as it jumped when I moved my hands on it. "Both," he finally said after watching me work on his. "Both what?" I asked. "I thought men did it to girls." "Girls or boys. It's sensitive no matter which you fuck." "Boys?" I said. "Sure," he said. "That's where you start. It makes it grow bigger from using it and then you're ready for girls." "How do you do it with a boy?" I asked, looking at my penis and seeing it had never been larger than it was with his hand on it. "I can show you," he said. "Won't take but a minute. You're lucky I need you to be quiet. I wouldn't waste this much time with most boys." I thought on this for awhile and got back on my knees to get a better look of the head as I moved the skin back from it. He put his hand on my head and pulled me in closer to him until my face ended up against it. He was gentle but firm and I could tell he liked this. "We can sit on the bed and I'll show you," he said once my face was against it for awhile. He sat down and instructed me to turn around. He sat me down on his lap and I felt his penis on my skin. My own started to throb and I was scared because he was holding me firmly and rubbing up against my bottom. His face was near my ear and the way he breathed scared me too. I put my hand behind me and held it as he slid it into my crack. "I think that's enough," I said. "I can figure it out from there." "That's not all," he said, letting go of me as quick as I said it. "It's not," I said as I sat wiggling on his hard penis. "What else is there." "Eddie," Carmel yelled from the stairs. "Yeah! Be down in a minute." "It's getting late, Eddie," she yelled. "They'll be home soon." "Yeah, yeah," he yelled. "What else?" I asked. "Jerk me off and I'll tell you." "Jerk you off?" I asked. "Yeah, with your hand. Up and down on me, up and down. Just faster than what you were doing before." "Okay," I said, not minding that at all. "What else is there to the other. You said you'd tell me." "I'll go ahead and show you since you're helping me out. This will really make it grow." I was pulling away when he stuck his hand under my bottom again. He put his finger on my pooper and it hurt but I felt something else that was pretty neat before I got around to telling him to stop it. He kept at it until his finger was up my hole. That was the best thing we'd done. He moved it in and out and that's when he started to sperm. It shot way up on his chest. I got some tissue and he tried to clean up the mess. "I got a friend your age and he likes to do stuff. Want me to bring him over. We'll show you how guys do it," Eddie said, standing up and getting himself all tucked away. "You're pretty cool, kid," he said. "Sure glad I got to meet you." He mussed up my hair and was gone. For a long time after he left I could still smell him in my room. I figured he didn't use deodorant or anything, but it wasn't a bad smell once I got used to it. It kept reminding me of what we had done until I fell asleep.