Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2016 10:32:44 -0600
From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com
Subject: My Favorite Babysitter - Part One

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   My Favorite Babysitter - Part One

   By Jordan Bradders

   (c) Copyright 2013 Jordan Bradders.  The author reserves all rights.

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   Chapter One

   Bright spring sunshine streamed through my window, drilling into my eyes
as I lay on my little twin bed.  Throwing my arms across my face, I groaned
"Shit!  Why didn't I pull down the shade last night?" I peeked at the clock
and saw that it was after 8:30.  Alarmed, I looked over at the dresser,
afraid that I'd overslept again.  My lips curled into a smile when I saw no
school or church clothes, and my sleep addled brain concluded it was
Saturday.

   I stretched out, in no big hurry to get up, and looked around at my
bedroom.  I'd always liked Winnie the Pooh and Peter Pan, and had posters
from both movies hanging on my walls.  My eyes fell on my favorite, of a
blond Peter, played by a boy named Jeremy Sumpter, his arm extended over
his head, sword in hand, leading the lost boys into battle.  I thought back
to when I first saw Peter.  I'd dreamed of being one of the lost boys, then
of being Peter's friend, and then of being his special friend.  My cheeks
warmed when I remembered some of my fantasies about my adventures with
Peter, then I shook my head ruefully.  "I guess I'm getting too old for
these posters," I said aloud.  That thought led to others, until I suddenly
realized that it was my birthday!

   I sprang out of bed, literally quivering with excitement as I ran out
into the hallway and into the bathroom.  My mom had promised to spend the
whole day with me, doing "fun stuff," and I was anxious to get started.  I
pulled off my "tighty-whities," and threw them in the hamper.  Halting in
front of the mirror, I studied myself for a few moments, as I did every
morning.  I shook my head sadly when I saw that I hadn't sprouted any hairs
under my arms or around my privates, and that my dick was just as tiny as
when I went to bed.  Short for my age - `eleven today,' I thought - and
kinda skinny, I stepped in front of the toilet, combed back my mid-length
blond hair with one hand, and used the other to push down what one of my
friends called my "morning wood" so I could pee.

   Pulling on some gym shorts - mom said I was getting too old to walk
around in my underwear anymore - I ran down the stairs.  When I almost
tripped over a pile of luggage, I squealed with excitement.  "Yay!  We're
going on an adventure!" Running into the kitchen, I skidded to a stop and
quieted when I saw that my mom was on the phone.

   I had to swallow a huge lump in my throat when I heard her explain
"Yes. I'll need you to stay with him until I get back on Monday morning.
Casey's a good boy, and he won't give you any trouble.  Will you be able to
do that?" I sat down and glared at her, a dull roar in my ears, while she
listened, a worried look on her face.  Her face cleared and she smiled "You
can stay all weekend?  Good.  Good.  Can you come over now? Great.  I have
to get to the airport.  Tell your mom I owe her." She hung up the phone and
looked at me, but averted her gaze immediately, as if burned by the fire in
my eyes.

   Wringing her hands, she said "Oh, honey.  Please don't be mad.  My boss
called this morning.  I have to go away on business this weekend.  It's an
emergency." Talking fast, she went on "Don't worry, honey.  We'll celebrate
your birthday next week.  I promise." Those last two words felt like a
slap, but I just glared at her, my eyes stinging as I fought back tears.  I
walked into the living room without a word, slapping my bare feet on the
hardwood floor, wishing I was wearing big, heavy boots so I could really
make some noise.  `God damn it,' I thought as I turned on the TV, `She
always does this!  I'm gonna make life a living hell for this
babysitter. The bitch'll probably never babysit again.'

   I sprawled out on the couch, one leg up on the back, my foot on the
wall, daring her to say something.  Staring blankly at the TV, I thought of
all the promises my mom had broken over the three years since the
divorce. My eyes welled with tears as I thought of my dad, who had moved
out after years of fighting with her.  I really missed him, and blamed my
mom for driving him away.  I hardly ever got to see him anymore.  I yelled
"I hate you!  I wanna go live with dad."

   Chapter Two

   Brian could hear her calling his name, but he ignored her, until her
voice took on that shrill tone that warned of impending doom.  He pulled on
some shorts and stepped into the hall, smirking.  "Did you say something,
mom?" When she didn't respond, he bounded down the stairs, his long legs
taking them three at a time, shaking the house with each footfall, knowing
full well that it drove her crazy when he did that.

   His mother covered the phone with her hand, and said "Mrs.  Thomas needs
a babysitter for the weekend, and I told her you'd do it." Seeing the look
in his eyes, she said "No arguments, young man!  I'm not paying your fines
this time.  If you don't come up with the money, I'm gonna let them lock
you up." She held out the handset and said "No lip.  Whatever she needs,
you say `Yes, ma'am' and `Thank you, ma'am."

   He took the instrument with a mocking smile, then turned away and
listened for a few minutes.  He thought `This doesn't sound too bad,' as he
hung up the phone.  Turning back to his mother, he jeered "She said to tell
you she owed you one," and scowled "She wants me right now.  I guess I'd
better get going, mother."  He dragged out the last work derisively.

   He ran upstairs, pulled on a tee-shirt and some running shoes, and
walked out of the house without another word.  He was 16, old enough to
drive, but he couldn't even get a learner's permit until he was off
probation.  He walked the two blocks to the Thomas' house, marveling at the
fact that any parent would be stupid enough to trust him with her kid.
`Hell,' he laughed, `my mom doesn't even trust me to take care of her
plants.'

   He knocked on the door, and waited.  He could hear a TV - loud – so
knocked again, a bit harder.  A tall, blond woman opened the door and said
"Thanks for coming, Brian," then invited him in, gesturing towards the
kitchen.  He glanced into the living room and spied a shirtless boy of
about nine, lying on the couch watching TV.  He stepped into the kitchen
and chuckled quietly as he looked at the boy's mother, thinking `What a
MILF! Too bad she's a bitch.'

   Brian had taken an immediate dislike to his employer, even before he got
to the house, mostly because he knew she was his mom's friend.  Looking her
over, he concluded that she was probably about 32 - a few years younger
than his mom - and had a fine body and a pretty face.  But his favorite
feature was her long, blond hair; he had a thing for blonds.  He found
himself wondering if she ever got lonely at night, and then shook his head,
grinning at himself.

   She asked if there was anything wrong, but he quickly said "no," and
explained "I was just surprised to hear that Casey's eleven; he doesn't
look that old." The woman explained that her son was sensitive about his
size, and got teased about it at school.  He was surprised again when she
handed him $200, "just in case you need anything over the weekend." She
suggested that he take the boy out to eat, and "maybe to a movie or skating
or something."

   Chapter Three

   I heard a knock at the front door.  My mom called down from her bedroom,
a note of pleading in her voice, "Can you get the door, sweetie?  I'm in a
rush." I ignored her, my eyes boring holes in the TV.  After a few seconds,
the knock was repeated, and she went to the door, looking in at me but not
saying a word.  I was pleased to see that she looked exasperated, and
thought `You ain't seen nothin' yet, mommy,' using a line I used to hear
from my dad all the time.  I didn't look up as the babysitter came in and
followed her into the kitchen.  I could hear them talking - my mom going
over my schedule, the rules, what I was and wasn't allowed to do, where
she'd be, how she could be contacted.  I smiled as I started plotting,
thinking `Oh yeah - you're gonna need that phone number!  This chick is
gonna be sorry!'

   My mom stood in the archway and called my name, still using that
pleading tone.  "Casey?" I continued to stare at the screen, ignoring her,
until an unfamiliar set of hairy legs blocked my view, and the TV went
black.  Furious, I moved my eyes up over a long, lean teen boy's body, clad
in cutoff jeans, tee-shirt, and running shoes.  My eyes came to rest on a
face I'd seen before, but couldn't quite place.  I thought `A guy
babysitter?  Cool!" but said "Hey!  I was watching that!" I glared at him,
then at my mom, wanting to make sure they knew I was pissed.

   The teen smiled at me as if I hadn't said anything, and said "Hi!  I'm
Brian." He dropped down on the couch next to me, put his arm around my
shoulder like he was my best friend, and said "Your mom asked me to hang
out with you this weekend.  She said you're too old for a babysitter, so
let's just be friends.  Wadda ya think?"

   I have to admit that I liked him right away - and kinda got a thrill
when he put his arm around me - but I wasn't going to let my mom know
that. I slid away from him and almost yelled "Damn right I don't need a
babysitter," glaring up at my mom.  "I need my mom to keep her fuckin'
promises." She threw her head back like she'd been hit.  I thought `Score!'
as I picked up the remote, turned the TV back on, and increased the volume
to the point where even I thought it was too loud.

   My mom stood there for a few more seconds, a strained smile on her face,
then said "Well, sweetie.  Have fun this weekend.  I'll see you Monday.  I
promise; we'll do your birthday next Saturday." She looked at the teen,
mouthed "Good luck," picked up one of her bags, and walked out the front
door.

   The bigger boy took the remote from my hand, turned off the TV, and
roughly pulled me to my feet.  "Come on, dude.  Let's help her with her
bags." He was a lot stronger than me, so I had no choice.  He gestured at
the smallest of the bags, picked up the other two, and guided me out the
door with his other hand firmly squeezing my neck from behind.  I didn't
even try to resist; his fingers reached almost all the way around, and he
was squeezing way too hard.  Blinking back tears, I watched my mom drive
away, and then went back into the house, even angrier than before.  "Don't
ever grab me like that!  You're not my dad!"

   Brian sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, ignoring my
outburst. "Look, little dude.  Treating your mom like that isn't cool.
You're gonna have to grow the fuck up if you want to hang out with me." He
started flipping through the channels, and looked at me.  "You have any of
the good channels?  You know - the ones you're not supposed to watch?"

   I stood there, glaring at him, my face burning.  I was really mad at him
for manhandling me, and embarrassed at how easily he'd pushed me around,
but I also felt drawn to him.  I really liked it when men - and he was big
enough to fit my definition of a "man" - paid attention to me.  I even
liked it when I got to spend weekends with my cousins, though they were
usually mean.  Finally, I held my hand out for the remote.  "Here," I spat,
"Let me see." I continued "The grownup channels are locked," immediately
regretting my choice of words, but recovered when I was able to unlock the
cable box.  Dropping onto the other end of the couch, I laughed "My mom
uses my birthday as her password.  How lame is that?"

   Brian took the remote, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled out on the
couch, one leg stretched out behind me, the other on the floor, brushing
against my calf.  "Good job, little dude.  We're gonna get along just
fine." I blushed, excited in spite of myself.  He turned and looked at the
TV, saying "See anything you like?" in a casual tone, as he flipped through
the porn channels.

   I looked over at him as I moved, unconsciously matching his position on
the couch, my legs almost, but not quite touching his.  I blushed as my
eyes passed from my smooth, skinny legs, to his hairy, muscular ones, and
then up over the rest of his body.  "I don't know.  You pick something,"
not wanting to admit that I preferred cartoons to porn.

   Staring at the screen, Brian brought his other leg up, so it ended up
tangled with mine, one of my bare feet resting in the space between his
thighs.  Matching him, I stretched out a bit more, very aware that my bare
foot was now just a few inches from his crotch.

   Chapter Four

   Brian had sized up his charge very quickly.  The younger boy was
obviously angry, but the teen knew all about that; he'd been pissed off for
years.  He thought `I'm gonna have to show him who's boss, or I'll be
taking shit from him all weekend.'

   He felt bad about grabbing the much smaller boy by the scruff of the
neck, like a bitch might pick up a naughty puppy, but thought `It was for
his own good.' Shaking his head violently, he thought `Oh my god!  Did I
just think that?  I sound like my mom.' Looking at the boy, he decided `I'm
not his dad.  No more `for his own good.' From now on, I'll just be his
buddy.'

   Once they were alone, he looked the boy over again, licking his lips.
The cute blond was small for his age, with delicate features, kinda like a
girl's.  He was encouraged when the smaller boy didn't move away from him,
their legs tangled together on the couch in a way that any observer would
likely find very odd.  He thought "if I play this right, this could be a
really fun weekend.'

   Chapter Five

   Brian looked over at me, his eyes seeming to linger on the little bulge
in my shorts, and laughed "I see you like this, too," gesturing at the
TV. I nodded, looking over at the screen in time to see an image of two
naked men, and then looked back at Brian, who was still looking at me with
an odd smile.

   "You like that, lil dude?" he asked as he reached down and scratched his
leg, the back of his hand brushing the hairless skin of my calf.  I
shivered, then looked away from him and back at the screen, where the men
were standing over a naked woman.  I hoped he didn't notice that I wasn't
looking at the woman, but couldn't take my eyes off those two huge dicks. I
nodded wordlessly, my eyes still on the screen.  He said "You ever seen
dicks that big, Casey?"

   I stammered "N-n-n-no," looking back at him.  We'd each slid further
down in our seats, and my foot was now touching the much bigger bulge in
his shorts.  Looking away, I admitted "I've never seen any dicks
. . . except mine and some of my friends' . . .  and mine's . . .  ummm
. . . tiny . . ." The older boy looked at me and said "Dude!  Your dick's
not supposed to be that big.  I'll bet it's just right for your age."

   I looked at his face, and then moved my eyes down to his crotch.  I
pressed my foot against the threadbare denim of his shorts in what I hoped
was a playful way, and giggled "I'll bet yours is that big."

   He didn't move away, but looked back at the screen, shaking his head and
laughing "Nope.  Not even close.  Those guys are freaks.  They belong in a
circus.  Most guys are way smaller than that."

   I shuddered in excitement as I felt the heat from his dick and balls in
the bottom of my foot.  Emboldened, I rubbed my foot against his hardness,
and said "It sure is bigger than mine," carefully watching his face.

   Instead of getting mad, he laughed and moved his hips, rubbing himself
against my foot.  "That feels good, little man.  You wanna see it?"

   I stared at him, nodding enthusiastically.  "Can I?  Really?  Cause
. . . I've never . . .  I mean . . .  That'd be cool."

   Brian looked around, his eyes passing over the windows, and said "Maybe
we'd better go upstairs.  Show me your room, little guy."

   Chapter Six

   I watched as the older boy got up, the bulge in his pants even more
pronounced now that he was standing.  He locked the front door, and said
"Well?  You gonna show me your room, dude?"

   I got up as if in a trance and started up the stairs, thinking `Eleven
could be my best birthday ever!' From the top of the stairs, I called back
"I gotta take a leak," trying to sound like a big kid, and stepped into the
bathroom.  I was surprised when the teen followed me in, unzipped, and
started to pee, his stream crossing mine.  I couldn't take my eyes off his
penis, which seemed huge to me, long and thick.  I tried to turn away so he
wouldn't see mine - it was only about two inches long and looked like a
pencil stub - but couldn't without pissing on the floor.

   When he finished, he moved his fingers over his dick like he was trying
to squeeze out the last few drops, instead of shaking it as I'd been
taught. I imitated that motion, thinking `That must be how men do it,'
regretting that my dad wasn't around to teach me stuff like that.

   He then sat down on the edge of the bathtub, pulled down my shorts, and
examined my dick carefully.  He pronounced "That's just about perfect,
little dude.  Just right." I moaned when he gently stroked it, and moved
his fingers over my balls.  "You've got nothing to worry about, kid.
This'll grow when you do." Laughing, he said "Look!  It's growing now."

   He walked into my room and laughed "Yep.  This looks just like my room;
messy . . .  and it smells like a boy lives here." He said "I promised you
could see mine," then slid off his shorts and sat down on the bed, his legs
spread wide, his balls hanging down over the edge of the mattress.  His
dick stood at full attention.

   I giggled and exclaimed "Holy shit!  It's so big!" as I moved towards
him, leaning in and putting my face only inches from his organ, which I
figured must be three times as big as mine.

   Brian laid back, put his hands behind his head, and said "You can touch
it if you want."

   I reached out with one finger and just barely grazed the skin of his
ball sack, afraid to touch his dick.  I pulled my finger back when he
groaned.

   He smiled and said "It's OK, kid . . .  and you don't have to be that
gentle.  I'm tough.  Go ahead and touch it."

   I reached out again, this time stroking my fingers over the bag of skin
containing his big balls, my other hand on my own tiny bag.  "Yours is all
wrinkly - and it hangs way down." When he didn't object, I wrapped my
fingers around his penis, the tips of my fingers not quite touching.  I
withdrew my hand in alarm when he gasped.

   He smiled at me and moaned "No - don't stop.  That felt good, little
man."

   I returned my hand to his shaft, and he reached down, covering my hand
with his and stroking it up and down.

   I giggled as I moved my fingers on my own little dick the same way, then
moaned softly, surprised by how good it felt.  I continued this for a few
minutes, enjoying the sounds of pleasure the older boy was making, and
giggling "This is fun, Brian!"

   The older boy sat up and stood me between his knees.  "There's lots of
fun stuff we can do, if you want, little buddy.  We can have lots of fun
all weekend.  What do you think?"

   I giggled and gave him what I thought was a sly look.  "Well . . .  my
mom told me to have fun."

   Chapter Seven

   Brian laughed and said "You know what I like to do when I'm home alone?"

   I just shook my head, my eyes on his big, thick dick, and my fingers
stroking my own little member.

   He asked "Ya got any nosy neighbors?"

   When I shook my head, he grinned and said "I like to go naked.  When
nobody's around, I do everything naked." His face darkened a bit as he said
"And my mom's like never home, so that's a lotta the time." He pulled his
tee-shirt over his head, revealing a lean torso, hairless except for
patches above his dick and under his arms.  Holding his clothes in his
hands, he walked out, saying "Your mom said you didn't eat breakfast. Let's
go rustle up some food.  You better bring your shorts, just in case
somebody comes by."

   I followed him down to the kitchen and giggled as we sat down at the
table to eat some cereal, saying "I never ate nakie before."

   He laughed and said "I think we're gonna do lots of stuff you never did
before.  Now eat, lil dude, or you'll never get big and strong like Brian,"
an ironic smile on his face.  Brian pulled his chair away from the table,
positioning it so I had a clear view of his dick and balls, and then
started to eat.

   Mimicking him, I did the same, trying unsuccessfully to hang my little
balls off the corner of the chair, like his did.

   After breakfast, Brian loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen,
while I watched him, fascinated by his naked body.  I'd never seen anybody
older than me, other than my mom, undressed before, and couldn't take my
eyes off him.  I couldn't remember if I ever saw my dad naked.

   He walked out to the living room and stretched out his long teen body on
the couch, saying "I saw you looking, little buddy.  You can look and touch
all you want just be careful with the family jewels." Smiling, he gently
squeezed my balls for emphasis.  He turned the TV back on, and lay there
looking at porn, while I examined his body.  He let me move his arms and
legs around, and even turned over when I asked him to, but he stopped me
when I pulled his butt cheeks apart, saying "That's virgin territory,
little man."

   I giggled and nodded as if I understood; returning to an examination of
his hairy legs, but wondered what he meant.  I thought "I'll Google that
later." He spread his legs when I slipped my hand between his thighs and
cupped his balls, then turned over, saying "You can play with my cojones
all you want; just be gentle, dude." He laughed "I'm gonna need `em
someday." I made a mental note to Google that, too.

   Brian gestured at the TV, and said "What do you think of that?"

   I turned and watched as a woman licked, kissed, then sucked a man's
penis.  I gasped and stared, as my own little dick stiffened.

   He laughed and took it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the head
until I was moaning.  "What do you think, Casey?  Does that look like fun?"
He continued to stroke and rub my dick while the man on the screen moaned,
then suddenly called out as if in pain, his body jerking and shuddering.

   My dick went soft, and I jumped in alarm.  "My friend does that
sometimes; it's called a seizure."

   He laughed and pulled me down on top of him, hugging me as he whispered
"Oh no, lil dude.  That's not a seizure.  That's called `cumming,' and it's
about the best thing you're ever gonna feel.  Look, he's OK; doesn't he
look happy now?"

   I returned my eyes to the screen, and nodded, as the man lay there,
kissing the woman.

   I giggled "That's yucky.  Kissing's gross," prompting him to laugh, pull
me close, and kiss me on the lips.  I struggled for a few seconds then
decided I liked having my body against his, his hard dick between my
knees. I still thought kissing was kinda yucky, though.

   Chapter Eight

   I heard moaning from the TV, and turned my head in time to see another
woman licking yet another man's dick.  As before, I couldn't take my eyes
from the huge organ, feeling my own little stub pressed against the older
boy's belly.  Puzzled, I asked "Brian?  How come his dickie doesn't look
like ours?"

   I reddened in embarrassment when the teen laughed, then laid there in
stunned silence when he explained.  "Oh - that's what dicks are supposed to
look like.  We were born that way, but the doctors cut off part of ours'
when we were babies." He wrapped his long arms around me, maybe
understanding that I needed a hug after hearing that.

   I looked up at his face, alarmed, and asked "Why?  Was something wrong
with my dickie?"

   He laughed again.  I liked that laugh; there was nothing mean about it,
like the older kids at school.  "Nah.  Your dickie's perfect."

   The little kid word sounded weird coming from him.  I decided that
saying "dickie" made me sound like a baby, and resolved to use his big boy
words from then on.  I blushed as I said "You think my cock's perfect,
Brian?"

   Brian laughed again.  He stood me up so I was straddling his hips, and
took my little unit in his fingers.  Seeming to weigh it in his hand, he
said "It's perfect, but I don't think it's fair to call it a `cock' yet."
Appearing to think carefully, he said "It's too big for a `wee-wee,' but
not big enough to be a `cock.' Let's call it a `dick.' OK?"

   I nodded wordlessly, a very serious look on my face.

   Then he started to gently stroke my shaft and balls with his
fingertips. I moaned softly when he rubbed his thumb over the tip.  "Oh od!
That feels so good."

   He pulled me back down on top of him, kissed me on the lips, and turned
my face back to the TV screen.  He whispered in my ear "What do you think
of what she's doing to him?" He gestured at the screen, where yet another
naked woman was sucking another huge cock.

   I gasped and said "I don't see how she can get that big thing in her
mouth.  I think I'd choke."

   Brian giggled and said "Yeah - that's a real jawbreaker.  Good thing
ours aren't that big.  Huh?" He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over
on top of me.

   I laid there in stunned silence as he kissed and licked his way down my
chest and belly, then started licking my dick and balls.  I almost screamed
when he opened his mouth wide and took my boy meat into his mouth, licking
and sucking with abandon.  I moaned softly as my dick throbbed in his
mouth, almost painful now, and feeling like it had swollen up to fill the
hot, wet opening.  When he pulled back and nibbled at the head of my dick
with his teeth, I did scream, but he quickly reached up and covered my
mouth with one hand, wrapping his other arm tight around my torso.  "It's
OK, Casey.  I won't hurt you.  Promise."

   Holding me that way, he continued to lick and suck until I started to
pant.  Removing his hand and looking up, he laughed "Feel good, little
dude?"

   I responded by thrusting my hips upward, pushing my little dick back
into his mouth, greedy for more of those wonderful feelings.  After a few
minutes of intense licking and sucking, he reached between my thighs and
pushed one finger between my butt cheeks.

   I jumped when he prodded my asshole, and gasped "What . . .  what're you
doing, Brian?" in alarm.

   He looked up without moving his finger away, and said "Tickling you,
dude!  Big boys do this all the time.  Don't worry about it." Engulfing my
dick and balls in his mouth again, he returned to licking and sucking, as
the new sensations started to overwhelm my senses.  Suddenly, I cried out
as every muscle in my body tensed, and my balls seemed to pull up into my
belly.  Not recognizing what I was feeling, and terrified that I was about
to pee in my babysitter's mouth, I tried to pull away, but found that Brian
held me in an iron grip, one arm around my thighs, and one hand probing
between my ass cheeks.  I almost cried, saying "Let me go, Brian.  I gotta
pee!"

   The older boy held on tight, and increased his sucking, for the first
time pushing a fingertip into my tight little ass.  I cried out loudly as
my body started to buck, and I felt muscles I didn't even know I had,
hidden back behind my balls, start to spasm.  My dick didn't feel small
now, but felt like it had expanded to the size of a house!  I could feel it
moving in his mouth, and the most powerfully explosive feeling I had ever
experienced overcame my senses.  After a few seconds of this, I collapsed
back on the couch, an amazing feeling of relaxation and peace flowing
through my body.

   Brian kissed his way back up my torso and held me in his arms, smiling
at me.  My brain was still awash in sensations, not just from my crotch,
but from everywhere, all at once.  Unable to move or breathe or speak, I
just lay there, my eyes on the older boy, but not really seeing him.
Finally, I regained my speech, but could only manage to gasp "Oh my god!" I
stared up into his eyes, and then opened my mouth, hoping he'd kiss me
again, thinking 'That wouldn't be yucky at all!'

   I lay there in Brian's arms for what seemed like hours, my body and mind
just drifting as he kissed me and gently stroked my body, the memory of
those sensations still so fresh that I could almost feel them.  Finally,I
looked at Brian and asked "What was that?  That felt so good.  Was that
`cumming?' Can you make me do that again?"

   Brian smiled, and kissed me.  "Oh yeah, little buddy.  At your age, you
can do that over and over and over.  We can do other stuff, too, if you
want."

   Just then, the phone rang, and we both jumped.  Brian looked scared.  He
laughed "Oh, it's just the phone."

   I lay there, still feeling kinda foggy, until he called my name, and
said "It's your mom - and remember, boys who are rude to their moms don't
get to play with me." I took the phone and apologized.  I grinned up at him
and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock as I said "OK, mom, I promise
I'll do whatever the babysitter says."

   Chapter Nine

   After lunch, we got dressed and walked over to Brian's house.  He led me
up to his room, and gestured for me to sit on his bed.  When his cell phone
rang, he stepped out in the hallway, but I could still hear his voice,
pleasant at first, then angry.  He came back in, gave me a forced smile,
and slammed the door.  "My mom won't be home until late.  You want to stay
here for a while?  I have some video games, and a great DVD we can watch."

   I looked around at Brian's room, excited to be there in his private
space, and nodded.

   He reached under his mattress and pulled out an unlabeled DVD, saying "I
downloaded this off the internet.  It's . . .  let's watch it . . .  see if
you like it."

   I giggled happily when he started to undress, and I was naked in
seconds. He pulled a laptop in front of us, wrapped his arms around me from
behind, and started the video.

   I rested my head on his muscular forearm and sighed happily.  "Is it
weird that I like it when you hold me like this?"

   Brian didn't answer, but gently stroked his hands over my chest and
belly, his arms tight around me, his hard cock jutting between my thighs.
The screen went black for a few seconds, and then I saw two naked men, one
looking older than the other.  I watched intently, waiting for the camera
to pull back and reveal the woman - but that never happened.  Instead, the
men started to kiss, then the older man kissed and licked his way down the
teen's body, just like Brian had with me.

   I giggled as Brian traced along the same path with his fingers, touching
my dick at exactly the same moment that the onscreen lips found their
target.  I felt my dick throb almost painfully when I saw that huge cock
disappearing between the man's lips.  "Yeah," I giggled.  "That's a cock,
not a dick." I moaned softly as Brian stroked my dick and played with my
balls, my eyes locked on the screen.

   Brian whispered "That makes me so hot.  Do you like it, too?" as his
fingers continued to fondle my achingly hard little dick.

   I tried to talk, but couldn't; so nodded, then turned my head and kissed
his shoulder in answer.

   "You don't have to do anything you don't want to; but do you want to try
that?  I promise you, it's not gross."

   I turned around in his arms and kissed him, then nodded.  Reaching down
and touching his cock, I said "I don't think I can get that in my
mouth. It's too big."

   Brian stopped the video, rolled onto his back and said "I'll bet you
can. But I won't make you, little dude."

   I kissed him on the lips, just like in the video, and this time it
didn't seem gross at all!  I was surprised when I felt his tongue pushing
against my lips, but I let him push into my mouth, and sucked on his tongue
for a while.  Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me down, and
started licking and kissing his neck, then his chest, and then down along
his belly.  When I got to his pubic hair, I sniffed and was treated to my
first whiff of man smell.  Almost dizzy, I stopped there for several
seconds, inhaling deeply, while fondling his big, heavy balls with my
fingers.

   I was desperate to please him, but looked up and said "Promise not to
pee in my mouth?" When he smiled and nodded, I opened wide, and tried to
swallow his dickhead, like I'd seen on screen.  He grabbed my head and
pulled me back, laughing "Careful with the teeth, dude."

   I looked up at him, worried that he might be mad at me, but could see
that he had kind of a dreamy look on his face.

   I started kissing and licking at his dick and balls as I tried to figure
out how to get all that meat in my mouth without touching it with my
teeth. I grew increasingly excited by his moaning, thinking `Wow!  I'm
doing that!' I loved that I could make him feel that good, and knew I could
do more.

   I opened my mouth, covered my teeth with my lips, and swallowed his
dickhead.  I loved the feel of the smooth skin on my tongue, and the salty
taste of his sweat was almost more than I could bear.  I took his balls in
one hand and started kneading them with my fingers.  Remembering how good
it had felt when he did it to me, I slipped my other hand under him, and
probed between his cheeks, completely forgetting what he had said about
"virgin territory."

   The older boy's body writhed under me and I held on, not wanting to let
his cock slip out of my mouth.  I tried to push my finger into him, like he
had with me, but he tightened his butt cheeks, stopping me.  I continued to
play with his balls, rolling them between my fingers as I sucked at the
head of his cock.

   His scent, the taste of his cock, his moans of excitement, the motion of
his body, and the feel of his muscular legs under me combined to overwhelm
my senses.  I forced my mouth down over his huge member, greedy for more,
but he reached down and stopped me, pulling my head up so that only the
mushroom-shaped head was in my mouth.  I sucked and sucked and sucked,
until my mouth was filled with a new taste.  Sweet and salty at the same
time, I couldn't get enough of it.

   Chapter Ten

   Brian moaned softly, looking down along his body at the young boy who
was hungrily gobbling his cock.  He couldn't believe his luck, and wondered
just how far he'd be able to push this.  `Does this beautiful boy have any
limits?' he wondered.  He knew he had to be careful, but he suspected the
kid would do anything he asked.  But he also knew he would never want to
hurt this boy, or do anything to scare him.

   He reached down and gently took the boy's head in his hands, stroking
his hair and his face and his ears, and whispered "Oh yeah, Casey!  That
feels amazing!  Don't stop, little dude." Suddenly, he grimaced, and his
muscles started to tense.  His back arched involuntarily, and he thrust his
cock up into the boy's mouth.  As much as he wanted to cum, he forced
himself to stop, grasping the boy under the arms and pulling him up onto
his chest.

   Tears welled in Casey's eyes as he gasped for breath.  "Did I . . .  did
I do something wrong, Brian?"

   The teen looked at him, so trusting, so . . .  `what is that in his
eyes? Love?  Oh god.  I have to be careful here.' He hugged the boy, and
kissed him over and over.  "Shit, no!  You did everything right.  I just
have to explain something to you." Relieved to feel his orgasm subsiding,
he explained "Big boys - and men - we `cum.' Do you know what that means?
Stuff comes out of our dicks." He hurried to explain "It's not pee, and I
think it tastes good – kinda sweet.  But some people think it's nasty."
He watched the younger boy to see if he understood.

   Casey looked into his eyes and nodded.  "I like how you taste." Brian
got a warm feeling all over when the boy wrapped his arms around his chest,
and snuggled his face into his neck, licking and kissing him.  "I know you
wouldn't do anything nasty to me."

   Brian kissed him again, and went on "I was about to cum, and didn't want
to do it in your mouth unless you want me to." He lifted the boy's face and
looked at him, slowly repeating "You never have to do anything you don't
want to, Casey; never, ever."

   Chapter Eleven

   I giggled "I know that, Brian," then kissed my way back down his body,
taking the head of his cock back in my mouth, like it was the most natural
thing in the world.  I licked and sucked for just a few seconds more before
Brian exploded, firing his hot cum into my waiting mouth.

   I swallowed every drop.  To be honest, it felt gross in my mouth, but I
looked up into his eyes and swallowed.  Seeing the same look that I
sometimes saw on my mother's face when she listened to her favorite music,
I continued to lick and suck until the older boy couldn't take it anymore
and gently pulled me off his cock.

   I kissed my way up along his flat belly and rested my head on his chest,
gently licking at one of his nipples.

   Brian reached down and pulled a blanket up over us, wrapped his arms
around me and kissed the top of my head.  He whispered "Yeah, baby boy.  I
like doing this stuff with you."

   I thought of my dad, and how he used to call me "baby boy" when I was
little.  I kissed the teen and said "I like it when you call me that."

   Chapter Twelve

   We lay there like that until the video ended, and then Brian said "I
guess we'd better get back to your house." He stood up and did a little
dance in front of me, making his now soft dick bob up and down.  I giggled
as I watched, then stood up and did a little dance of my own, thinking `I
want to be just like him.'

   Brian ejected the DVD from the player and dropped it into his bag, then
took it into the bathroom and gathered a few more things.  "Let's go,
little dude.  I don't want to be here when my mom gets home."

   I dressed quickly, and followed him through the house like a puppy.  I
fell in beside him for the short walk back to my house, almost running to
keep up with his much longer stride.

   "Your mom left some money.  She said we could go out to dinner.  Maybe
we can have our own birthday party for you.  Just you and me.  Wadda ya'
think?"

   "That'd be cool," I exclaimed, forgetting myself and skipping the rest
of the way home.

   We dropped Brian's stuff off at my house, and walked about a half-mile
to the pizza place near the mall.  Brian told me I could order whatever I
wanted, so we got garlic bread, milk shakes, and pizza with everything but
anchovies - they're gross.

   As we were finishing up, Brian asked me what else I wanted to do.  I
looked over at the mall, and said "Can we go to the movies?  There's one I
really wanna see."

   Brian picked up the check and started towards the register.  "Sure.  Why
not?  It's your birthday, dude." We walked across the parking lot to the
theater.

   When I told Brian which movie I wanted to see, he grinned "That's rated
R, little dude.  You sure it's OK with your mom for you to see it?"

   I giggled "I don't think much of what we did today would be OK with my
mom."

   Brian nodded and went up to the ticket window.  I was bitterly
disappointed when I heard him order two tickets to a Disney movie.  I
tugged at his arm and hissed "No.  Not that one!"

   He led me into the theater lobby and whispered "Don't worry about it,
dude.  I've been sneakin' into R-rated movies for years.  No way would they
have let you in without your mom."

   We went to the concession stand and got a huge bucket of popcorn, with
lots of butter, and two extra-large drinks, then went into the theater.
When Brian turned in our tickets, the usher pointed to the right and said
"Second auditorium on the right."

   I looked at Brian and said "I gotta go to the bathroom" in a loud voice.

   An exasperated look on his face, Brian pointed at the men's room, and
waited in the hall holding the drinks and popcorn while I went in.  I
really did need to pee.

   When I came out, Brian led me away from the usher, into the R-rated
movie!  Giggling, he said "See?  It works every time.  Truth is, I doubt he
really cares.  He probably did this when he was a kid, too."

   We moved to the very rear of the theater, but instead of sitting in the
middle like my mom always did, Brian led me to a seat in the corner.  When
I objected, he said "Trust me.  You'll like it over here way better."

   We sat there, eating popcorn and talking quietly for about 15 minutes,
until the lights dimmed and the movie trailers started.  Brian had been
holding the popcorn in front of me, but he asked me to hold it.

   I gasped in surprise when he dropped his hand into my lap and started
rubbing my crotch.  Laughing quietly, he said "I told you it would be
better to sit over here."

   When I moaned, he whispered "You gotta be quiet, little dude." But he
didn't stop rubbing.

   After a few minutes, I held the popcorn out to him and whispered "Here,
you hold it." He grinned and took the bucket in both hands, holding it in
his lap.

   I reached over, as if to get a handful, and slipped my hand under the
bucket and down the front of his pants.  I gently gripped his cock, holding
it and rubbing my thumb over the head every few minutes, until the movie
started.

   He pulled my hand out and whispered "We have all weekend, little dude.
Let's watch the movie."

   Chapter Thirteen

   It was late when we got back to my house.  I saw that the answering
machine was blinking and pushed the button to check the messages.  It was
my mom.

   Brian dialed the number she left.  He talked with her for a minute, and
reported that he'd taken me out for my birthday, and that we'd seen the new
Disney movie.  "It was PG-13, but it really wasn't bad.  I hope that's OK
with you." He handed me the phone, smiling.

   I talked with my mom for a few minutes, thanking her for letting Brian
take me out for my birthday, and telling her how much I'd enjoyed the
movie. I told her a few things about it that I'd picked up from
commercials, and then stopped, saying "But I don't want to ruin the ending
for you." When she said she'd been looking forward to seeing it with me, I
said "It was really good, mom.  I'll go again with you." I handed the phone
back to Brian, grinning conspiratorially.

   He hung up the phone and said "I told your mom you've been good." He
reached down and stroked my crotch and giggled "Really good."

   He locked the front door, then walked around and turned off the
downstairs lights before picking up his bag.  "It's late.  Let's get to
bed."

   I followed him up the stairs.  I have to admit I whined "But I'm not
tired yet."

   He laughed.  "I didn't say `sleep,' baby boy.  I said `bed.' Now come
on."

   I grinned and followed him into the guest room, which was furnished with
a queen size bed.

   Chapter Fourteen

   Brian stripped and walked into the bathroom.  "Go get a pair of PJs,
dude."

   I did as I was told, even though I never wear pajamas.  While I was in
my room, I stripped and went into the bathroom.  After peeing and brushing
my teeth, I turned off the lights, and returned to the guest room.  Putting
the PJs on the dresser, I climbed into bed naked.

   Brian turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and wrapped his arms
around me.  He kissed my forehead, and gently stroked his hands over my
smooth skin.  "Happy birthday, Casey."

   I cleared my throat and asked a question I'd been wondering about.
"Brian?  Is this what the big kids mean when they say `queer'?"

   Even in the dark, I could see that Brian blushed.  "I'm not queer, and
you're not old enough to know if you are.  I like girls.  This is just for
fun.  It doesn't mean we're gay or nothin'.  OK?"

   I nodded and kissed him.  "OK.  I just wondered.  All I know is I like
it.  Can you make me cum again now?"

   Brian laughed.  "Want me to show you another way?  You may not be big
enough to do it, but it'll still be fun."

   When I nodded, he picked me up and held me over his head, grinning.  He
brought me down on top of him so his face was between my thighs, and my
face was over his belly.  He laughed "this is called '69.' If you were
taller, you could suck me while I suck you, but you can still play with my
cock." He took my dick and balls in his mouth and started sucking.

   Moaning loudly as he sucked my now exquisitely sensitive dick, I took
his cock in one hand and his balls in the other.  I stroked him, matching
his rhythm, until I started to lose control of my body.  Holding onto his
dick like a handle, I started to move my hips, thrusting my dick into his
mouth faster and faster.

   Brian wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me against him, sucking
harder and harder, riding the motion of my body as I drove into him faster
and faster, over and over and over.  I don't know how long this went on,
but after a while, I screamed as my entire body spasmed.  It felt like my
dick exploded in his mouth.

   I collapsed, my whole body quivering.  I lay on top of him for a while,
as he gently licked and sucked at my soft little dick.  After a while, he
moved me next to him, and wrapped me up in his arms and legs.

   "How was that, baby boy?"

   I lay there, feeling safe and warm.  "That was super!  It gets better
every time.  Can I ask you something?"

   Brian nodded "Anything."

   "What does mine taste like?  Is it like yours?"

   Brian kissed me.  "When you cum, nothing comes out.  That's why you can
do it as many times as you want.  That'll change when you get a little
older, and start growin' hair."

   I must have made a face at that.  Brian asked "What's wrong?"

   "I'm the smallest kid in my class.  A bunch of other kids have hair
under their arms, and I don't.  It seems like I'll never grow up."

   Brian hugged me tight, his hands moving over my body.  "I think you're
perfect the way you are.  You'll have hair and zits and nasty body odor
before you know it." He lifted my arms and licked my armpits, first one,
and then the other.  "I probably wouldn't want to do that if you were all
hairy, but I think its sexy now."

   I giggled "That tickles." But I didn't move away.  After a while, I
climbed on top of him, straddled his belly, and lifted his arms over his
head.  Smiling, I leaned down and kissed him.  Then I started licking his
hairy armpits. Lifting my head for a moment, I remarked "Doesn't seem gross
to me," then buried my nose in his armpit hair.

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If you liked this story, and want to know what Brian and Casey do for the
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know.  Why write more if nobody's interested.  Right?