Date: Fri, 01 Apr 2016 13:03:32 -0600
From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com
Subject: My Favorite Babysitter - Part 3 - Sunday Afternoon

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My Favorite Babysitter - Part Three - Sunday Afternoon

By Jordan Bradders

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   Summary: 16-year-old Brian is babysitting 11-year-old Casey for the
weekend.  Casey is small for his age, smart, and cute.  Brian discovers
that he is attracted to him and seduces him.  It's not hard because Casey
wants it. This is the third installment.  Brian and Casey's relationship is
well established after only about 24 hours.  The younger boy trusts his big
friend and wants to please him.  He's just fucked him with a strap-on
dildo.  Brian is bleeding from his anus and Casey is terrified.

This installment will make more sense if you read parts one and two, which
are available on Nifty, under Gay Male Stories in the Young Friends
category:

Part One:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-1

Part Two:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-2


Chapter Twenty

Casey was horrified as he stared at the blood flowing from his
sixteen-year-old babysitter's anus.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  Oh god.  I
didn't mean to hurt you!" He got up and cautiously moved toward the older
boy.  "Are you ... are you okay, Brian?"

The eleven-year-old tore off the nine-inch strap-on dildo and tossed it
across the room; then, remembering what he'd learned in Cub Scouts he went
to the bathroom to get a cold, wet washcloth to use as a pressure dressing.
He was back in seconds, gently inserting it into the crack between the
older boy's buttocks.  "Oh god, Brian.  Please don't be mad at me.  I
didn't mean to hurt you."

Brian lay there in a post-orgasmic fugue, only barely aware of the sounds
of fear and panic from the little boy. He'd cum harder than ever before in
his life, and for the first time without any stimulation of his penis. He
hadn't even known that was possible.

Casey gently shook Brian.  "Please don't be mad at me, Brian.  I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt you."

Brian turned his head and looked at the naked little boy, then reached for
him.

Casey flinched away, afraid after years of bullying that Brian was going to
hurt him.  But then, reading the complete absence of anger on his face he
stepped forward and accepted the embrace.  He let the bigger boy pull him
up onto the bed next to him.

"You didn't hurt me, baby boy.  Not bad, anyway."  He reached behind him
and pushed the wet washcloth further into his crack so it pressed on his
anus.  Then he kissed Casey.  "Thanks, baby boy.  I wanted to be fucked,
and you did it just like a man. It's supposed to hurt, at least at first."
Looking around as if afraid of being overheard, he added "That was my first
time, Casey.  You popped my cherry."

Casey stared back, mystified.  He didn't know what the older boy meant when
he said he'd `popped his cherry,' but felt a sense of pride anyway. He
pressed himself even closer and kissed his hero on the mouth.

Brian rolled Casey onto his back and slid him up the bed.  Smiling, he
opened his mouth wide and took his genitals into his mouth.  While he moved
his tongue over his hard little penis and testicles, he slipped his hand
between the little boy's thighs and gently massaged his anus.  As he licked
and sucked he rejoiced at the sounds of pleasure from his hairless little
friend.  Eventually, he pushed his finger into the little boy's "poop
chute," but only to the first knuckle.  Careful to be gentle, he moved his
finger around as the small body went rigid.  Eventually he was rewarded by
the muscular contractions of a "dry cum."  He knew the boy could do that
over and over, but he'd accomplished his mission.  He waited for Casey's
breathing to return to normal, then said "Multiply that by about a million
and you'll have what you just did for me, little man.  I never felt
anything like that before.  It was worth a little blood."

Casey was puzzled but relieved.  He kissed his big friend on the mouth,
pushing his tongue between his lips.  `Nope,' he thought.  `Not gross at
all.'

Rolling over and looking down along his torso, Brian laughed.  "I guess I'm
gonna have to wash this bedspread.  I think your mom'll notice the blood
and that big cum-stain."

Both boys laughed knowingly.

Chapter Twenty-One

The two boys climbed off the bed.  Brian moved carefully to keep the
washcloth between his butt cheeks.  The bleeding had slowed but not stopped
and he didn't want to have to explain blood on the carpet.  He gathered the
bedspread in his arms and carried it downstairs.  After starting the wash
he asked "Ready for some lunch, baby boy?"

Casey ran into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and started gathering
the makings for sandwiches.

Brian followed, shaking his head.  `I wonder,' he thought, `if he has any
idea how cute he is.'  On reflection, though, he realized that the smaller
boy wouldn't be pleased by the word "cute."  Seeing that Casey had lunch
under control, he dropped into one of the vinyl covered chairs and watched.
"You are a very sexy little man, Casey Thomas.  Do you know that?"

Casey preened.  He loved that Brian thought he was "sexy."  It was the
perfect compliment.  Though he was sensitive about his size, he didn't mind
being called a "little man" by his big friend.  The word "man" resonated
with him, and he felt it applied after what they'd done together.  Even
making lunch made him feel older; more responsible.  He wouldn't realize it
until later, but what he'd done to Brian with the strap-on really made him
feel like a man.  The violent thrusting had awakened something primal.
He'd never feel like a little boy again.

He made several trips from counter to table, delivering mustard,
mayonnaise, chips and bread, then the platter with various lunchmeats.
Unconsciously mimicking his mother, he said "Dig in" as he slid into
another chair.

The two boys ate in companionable silence.  Once they were sated Casey
looked up and asked "Wadda ya wanna do this afternoon?"

Brian looked around, calculating.  "I want to do something fun but we need
to get the house cleaned up a bit, too.  Your mom's gonna expect some mess,
but not too bad.  Ya know?"

Casey nodded.  He hadn't forgotten that his mother would return in the
morning, but he'd put it out of his mind.  The reminder that his weekend
with Brian was drawing to a close was like a slap. "Yeah," he admitted.  "I
guess so."

Brian grinned mischievously.  "You ever go skinny dipping, baby boy?"

Casey giggled nervously and shook his head. He'd heard of "skinny dipping"
but would never have done it; not before this weekend, anyway.  Now he felt
like he could do anything as long as he was with Brian.

"I know a wide spot in the creek where kids go swimming sometimes.  The
water's cold, but it's pretty warm today.  You wanna go?  We could bring
shorts or swim trunks, just in case, but I like to skinny dip."

Casey jumped up and started clearing the table.  In less than ten minutes
he'd returned the lunchmeat to its individual packages, loaded the plates
into the dishwasher and wiped the table, counter and Brian's blood-stained
chair.  Starting toward the stairs he said "Let's go."

Soon the two boys were heading into the woods behind their housing
development.  Brian hadn't done this in more than a year but it was just
the kind of adventure his diminutive friend needed.  After about fifteen
minutes of walking they stepped out into a clearing.  Each of them had
built up a sweat, making the cold water that much more inviting.

Nobody was there so they quickly shed their clothes.  Casey hesitated at
the edge.

Showing off, Brian climbed a tree, walked out on a big limb, and leapt into
the water.  He came up gasping for breath, the cold water chilling him to
the bone.  He laughed as he felt his scrotum contracting and wondered if
his balls would ever come back down.

Casey watched Brian as he climbed the tree, noting the way he used his bare
feet and thighs to grip the bark.  He was impressed by his apparent
fearlessness as he walked out on the limb but doubted he'd be able to do
the same.  Instead, he walked several paces away then ran toward the water.
Shouting "Cowabunga," he vaulted out over the water, causing a large wave
to wash over his babysitter.  He, too, came up sputtering.

The two boys started roughhousing in the water.  This was probably the most
"normal" play in which they had engaged all weekend.  They were having so
much fun that they didn't notice the other two boys when they entered the
clearing.

Casey spotted them first, a visceral terror almost overcoming him until he
realized he wasn't alone. Brian followed his gaze.

"You two faggots havin' a good time," the bigger of the two boys asked.  He
stood over their clothes, which were in two relatively neat piles on the
shoreline.

Brian moved toward him.  He didn't know these two boys, who looked to be
about thirteen or fourteen, but he thought he could take either one of
them.  Of course, he was naked and shoeless and they were dressed, and
there were two of them.  Casey, he knew, would be no help

The bigger boy moved toward Brian, apparently planning to intercept him
before he got out of the water.  "What're you two faggots doin'?"

Wanting to avoid a fight, Casey called "We were just getting' ready to
leave.  We have things we have to do."

The boy ignored him, his eyes on Brian.  Without looking back at his
friend, he gestured toward the two piles of clothes and said "Get their
stuff." Then he picked up a thick branch and waited to see if Brian would
approach.

The sixteen-year-old stopped, knowing that the stick and the other boy's
high-ground gave him the advantage.

The two boys watched in dismay as the strangers left, taking their clothes.
Brian was glad he'd worn his gym shorts for the hike; at least they hadn't
gotten the rest of Mrs. Thomas' money.

Casey and Brian stepped up onto the bank.  They had a problem.  They were
naked and barefoot.  Casey's house was several blocks into the housing
development and Brian's was even farther.

"I'm gonna find those assholes and beat the shit outta them," said Brian.
"But first we have to figure out how to get home."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Careful to avoid stepping on pebbles, twigs, thorns and other obstacles,
Brian and Casey picked their way through the woods.  They suspected the two
boys were watching them and laughing.  In fact, Brian hoped they were, as
it was their only hope of recovering their clothes.  Surely they wouldn't
leave them this way.

No such luck.  After a very long and painful walk they started seeing
houses through the trees.  Brian led Casey off the path, using his body to
push through the underbrush.  Within a short distance his torso and legs
were cut to ribbons but he pushed on.  His goal was to get them as close to
Casey's house as possible before leaving the shelter of the trees.  He also
wanted to get off the path, where they were more likely to be seen.

Casey concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, trying to
step in the indentations left by his big friend. His eyes were drawn to
Brian's body; specifically, he was fascinated by the way the big muscles of
his buttucks and thighs moved under the skin. He felt something he couldn't
quite describe. It was like a hunger, but not for food. He'd never felt it
before this weekend, but was almost overcome by it whenever he looked at
Brian. 'Is this what love feels like,' he wondered as he stepped on yet
another sharp stone. He almost called out but was determined not to act
like a child around Brian. He desperately wanted Casey to see him as the
"sexy little man" he'd talked about earlier. Suddenly, Brian stopped and
sat down on the ground. Casey almost ran into him, so lost was he in his
own thoughts. He knelt by his side and hugged him. "Why'd you stop? What're
we gonna do now?"

Brian looked up through the canopy of trees then pointed into the
neighborhood.  "I figure we wait `till dark and sneak through the backyards
to your house. "  When Casey looked dubious, he asked "You got a better
idea?  You wanna stay here forever?  Or maybe we could walk down the middle
of the street naked!"  When Casey winced, Brian apologized.  "Sorry, baby
boy.  I'm just mad... but not at you."

Casey nodded and moved to sit between his big friend's legs as if he was a
chair.  Only then did he notice that Brian was bleeding.  "What happened to
you?  Why're you all cut up?"

Brian pulled him against his chest and held him close.  "It's okay, baby
boy.  They're just scratches. We couldn't stay on the path anymore.
Somebody had to go first and if it was you, we'd a both been scratched up."
Sounding bitter, he added "It's my fault we're naked in the woods.  Skinny
dippin' was my idea."

Brian lay back in the grass, pulling Casey down with him.  The younger boy
turned in his arms and kissed him.  They ground their torsos together for a
few minutes until Casey started licking and kissing his way down his
friend's long muscular body.  In only a few minutes he'd engulfed the
mushroom-shaped head of Brian's penis in his mouth and was licking and
sucking with wild abandon.

His hands behind his head, Brian stared up into the trees, thinking `There
are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.'  He was quickly hard.  He
reached down and stroked the eleven-year-old's head and shoulders, and
moved his leg under him, stroking his little hard-on with his knee. But
mostly he lay back and enjoyed the sensations the boy was giving him.  He
thought back over the weekend.  Casey had been far more receptive to his
advances than he ever could have hoped.  In fact, sometimes it had seemed
like Casey wanted it more than Brian! `Maybe I really am gay,' he thought.
`No girl has ever made me feel like Casey does.'

After a few minutes of this stimulation Brian couldn't hold back any
longer. He was tempted to roll Casey over and fuck his face, but he just
couldn't do that to the little boy.  He lay there as his orgasm built; his
breathing growing rapid and shallow, his big balls pulling up against the
base of his cock, his skin reddening. His back arched and he thrust up into
his little friend's face.  His voice hoarse with desire, he whispered "I'm
gonna cum, baby boy.  Get ready."

Then he exploded.  His muscled body went rigid then started to buck.  Casey
held on as if for dear life, as if his friend's cock was delivering the
sustenance he needed to survive.  He rode the teen's body until it
subsided, then lay there, holding his softening cock in his mouth.

Chapter Twenty-Three

They might have lay there like that until after dark, if not for the
applause.

Brian jumped up and turned toward the sound, pushing Casey behind him as if
to shield him.

There stood the two boys, their pants tented out in apparent appreciation
of what they'd just seen.  Piled neatly in front of them were their
clothes.

The bigger boy spoke in a rush of words.  "We're really sorry.  We didn't
know.  We were just messin' with you because we came out to swim and you
were there.  We kinda think of that as our spot."  He put his hand on the
shoulder of his smaller friend, who appeared nervous and ready to bolt.

The smaller boy grinned.  "That was really hot.  I wish we had the balls to
do something like that out... you know... where somebody might see us."

Brian stepped toward the boys.  They took a step back, away from Brian and
the clothes.

The bigger boy spoke again.  "We don't want a fight.  Like I said; we were
just messin' with you."  He gestured down toward the ground.  "Here's your
clothes."

Brian continued toward them; they moved back, maintaining their distance.

The smaller boy took a small step forward.  "This here's Bobby; I'm Tim. We
didn't know... I mean... kids like us are kinda hard to find.  Ya' know?"

Brian reached the two piles and stopped.  Looking annoyed and confused, he
asked "What the fuck're you talkin' about?  Wadda ya mean 'Kids like us?'"
He bent down and retrieved his clothes and gestured for Casey to join him.
Both boys dressed quickly, feeling better with each item of clothing.

"Yeah," said Bobby. "We're really sorry we took your clothes.  We're..."
He turned and looked at his friend, unsure of how to explain.  Finally,
opting to show rather than tell, he leaned down and kissed the other boy on
the mouth. After a long moment, he broke the kiss and said "We're like
you. Ya' know?"

Understanding bloomed on Casey's face.  He grinned and stepped forward, but
Brian pt a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"So you figure that makes it okay to be assholes?"  He gestured at the
underbrush surrounding them.  "I got cut to shit walking through this shit
and our feet are killin' us from walkin' with nothing on our feet.  But
since you're queer, I'm not supposed to kick the shit outta you for taking
our clothes?"

The two boys looked at one another for a long moment then started to back
away.  They were clearly prepared to run.

Casey pulled out of Brian's grasp and took a few steps after them.  "Wait.
Don't leave."  He turned back to Brian and whispered "They said they were
sorry."

In Casey's world saying "sorry" still made things right; but not in
Brian's.  He stood there glaring for a long moment.  Then he looked down
into Casey's trusting eyes.  'He has such faith in me; he thinks I'm a good
person.'  Nobody else had thought that of Brian in a long time.

Brian looked at the boys for another long moment.  "Do you guys do shit
like that a lot?  Cause I really don't like bullies or assholes."

The two boys stopped but didn't approach.  This time it was the smaller boy
who answered.  "No.  I'm usually the one gettin' bullied.  Bobby sticks up
for me."

Bobby chimed in.  "I've seen you in school.  I'm in ninth grade.  You're a
Junior.  Right?  I saw you stickin' up for some ninth graders last week.
Sorry.  I didn't recognize you today."  He couldn't help but snicker.  "I
guess maybe `cause you had clothes on when I saw you in school."

Brian looked at the bigger boy hard this time, trying to remember if he'd
ever seen him.  "No.  I'm in tenth.  You go to Lincoln?"  Though still
alert, he appeared to relax.

Sensing a thaw, Tim pulled Bobby forward.  "We really are sorry, man."
Looking at Casey, he asked "What's your names"

Casey stepped forward.  "My name's Casey."  Looking back at his big friend,
he said "He's Brian." Then, smiling, he added "And he's not so scary.  He's
my best friend."

Brian knelt down and hugged Casey.  "Yeah.  I get mad when people fuck with
my friends.  Stealin' our clothes was not cool."

Bobby and Tim moved closer, sensing that they were out of danger.  They sat
down in the grass a few feet from Brian and Casey.  Bobby put his arm
around Tim and said "It's kinda lonely bein' gay.  Ya know?  It's nice to
meet other guys who like boys."

Unsure of what to say, Casey looked to Brian.  He'd asked before if what
they were doing meant they were "queer;" Brian had said "no."  What would
he say now?

Brian looked from Bobby to Tim, seeing much the same look in their eyes
he'd seen from Casey.  He struggled to find the right response.  "I don't
think I'm gay.  I guess I'm bi.  I like girls and guys."  Turning to his
little friend, he said "I really like Casey, but I don't think he knows
what he likes.  He's only eleven."

Tim grinned.  "I'm only twelve, but I know what I like.  When I look at
girls they never make me feel like when I', with Bobby."

Bobby nodded agreement. "I don't care if you're bi or gay, man.  I just
don't want you to be mad at us.  If you are, take it out on me.  Okay? What
we did back there was my idea.  Tim just went along with it."

Casey looked from Brian to Bobby to Tim.  "I didn't like havin' to walk
through the woods naked, but you gave us back our clothes and you seem like
decent guys." He turned to Brian.  "I forgive 'em.  How about you?"

Once again Brian found himself marveling at Casey.  'It's hard to believe,'
he thought, 'he's just eleven.'  He nodded then stood.  "Yeah.  Okay.
Fine."  He didn't sound happy, but made no move toward the two smaller
boys.  "Let's go, Casey.  We need to get home."  Turning to Bobby he said
"I guess I'll see you at school."

Casey stood and approached the other two boys.  "I hope we can be friends."
Turning to Tim, he volunteered "I go to Franklin Middle School.  Where do
you go?"

Tim looked surprised.  "I go to Franklin too.  What grade're you in?"

They quickly established that they were in different grades: Casey in
sixth; Tim in seventh. They also had different lunches and rode different
buses.  Casey said "I guess that's why I didn't know you.  I know all the
kids in my grade."

Brian moved impatiently.  "It's getting' dark, Casey.  We have things to
do."  He didn't know how he felt about his little friend finding a gay
friend close to his own age.

The four boys exchanged nods and fist bumps then went their separate ways.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Casey and Brian straightened the house, getting it clean enough to pass
muster with Casey's mother, but not too clean; after all, two boys had been
alone in the house all weekend.  When Mrs. Thomas called, Brian explained
that they'd spent much of the day longboarding then handed the phone to
Casey.  He reported that Brian had taught him all kinds of tricks and had
given him a board and a helmet.

Mrs. Thomas indicated that she'd go to work directly from the airport and
asked that Brian stay and get Casey off to school in the morning.  She said
she wouldn't be home until evening and asked if she could meet with Brian
later in the week to settle up.  He agreed.

Once off the phone, Brian sat Casey down.  "I really like you, baby boy.  I
hope your mom'll let me watch you again.  If she won't, she'll probably
think it's weird if I want to hang out with you."  He paused to think.
"But..."

Casey finished the thought.  "But she's not gonna do that unless she thinks
you're a good influence on me."

Brian smiled.  "Yeah.  You probably ought to complain about me bein' too
strict, too.  Like about bedtime and cleanin' up after yourself.  Ya know?"

Casey smiled conspiratorially then leaned forward and kissed his friend.
"Let's go to bed, Brian."

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