Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 14:09:50 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter One - The Sitter's Boyfriend DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between an older teenager and a young boy. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. More chapters will follow. WADE GROWS UP Chapter One - The Sitter's Boyfriend My name's Wade, and what I'm about to tell you happened to me many years ago when I was a child. I was an only child. My father had died when I was a baby, and my mother never remarried, so it was just the two of us. I remember being well liked by all of the adults I came into contact with. They all told my mother how well behaved, pleasant, and friendly I was. They all thought I was really cute too. I was kind of short and skinny and had longish straight bleach blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes. My skin was usually pretty light, because I tended to burn badly if I got into the sun. My story begins when I was 11-1/2 years old. It was late June, and school had just let out for the summer. My mother worked full-time, and had to hire a babysitter to look after me while she was at work. We had a neighbor - Rhonda - who was almost 18. She was looking for work, and since she and I got along pretty well, Rhonda got the job. Now Rhonda had a boyfriend named Fred. Mom told Rhonda it was OK if he came by while she was sitting for me, but nobody else was allowed to come over. Fred didn't have a job, so we saw a lot of him. I really liked him a lot. He was really nice to me, didn't treat me like I was a pest like most older guys would treat a kid like me. There were times when he was over that he'd goof around with me. He even wrestled around with me sometimes. I liked that a lot! Being a boy who had no father figure, I was always searching for an older guy to hang around with. Fred was 18 and had straight long black hair and dark brown eyes. He was tall and skinny. His skin was smooth and he was already pretty darkly tanned. He didn't have much body hair, just some in his pits, and a little line that ran downward from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. He was gorgeous. Yeah - I already kind of knew at that point that I liked boys better than girls. My friends were all starting to notice girls, but they didn't interest me. Good looking guys on the other hand, caused me to take a second look! Shortly after Rhonda started sitting for me, Mom had a date one night. Rhonda was going to stay with me while she was out. Fred came over shortly before it was time for me to go to bed. It was hot, so I only had a pair of pajama bottoms on. Fred was wearing a pair of sweat pant and a tank top. I wasn't tired, so like I usually did to get Fred in the mood to chase me around, I snuck out to the freezer and got an ice cube and went back to the living room. When Fred wasn't looking - I quickly stuck my finger in the waistband of his sweats and deposited the ice cube. Of course he hooted and hollered and started chasing me around. He really wasn't mad at me - in fact he seemed happy that I'd given him an excuse to chase me down. As far as I was concerned, I liked being caught, so I never made him run too hard! Whenever he caught me, he'd pick me up and throw me down on the floor or couch, and tickle me. He'd tickle me all over. I loved it! I loved the feeling of his hands touching me. Usually he'd tickle me in the arm pits, or at the waist or behind my knees. Lately though I'd noticed his hands were hitting other areas, like my nipples, lower belly and inner thighs. At the time, I didn't think much about. I just thought it meant he was starting to like me more. Well, this particular chase, I ran up the stairs with Fred in hot pursuit. I ran into my room and he caught me just inside the door, gathered me up in his arms and threw me down on my bed on my back. Then he jumped on top of me, straddling me, and started tickling me as usual. His hands were everywhere: my pits, behind my knees, and then suddenly, I felt one hand travel up the inside of my left thigh and brush right over my cock and balls! It sent a shiver up my spine. Next instant Fred's hand was back down at my knee, but then a moment later, up my thigh it came again, this time rubbing over my crotch more slowly. Fred's face changed when he realized I was hard now. He also must've realized that I'd noticed that his penis was hard too, as it was pressed against my belly. He got all red in the face, and jumped off me turning his back so I couldn't see his crotch. He stuttered out a little apology, saying his hand had only hit my crotch by accident. I told him it was alright, I didn't mind, and I thought it was kind of neat that we'd both gotten hard over it. He looked back at me, right into my eyes and said that it was an accident, and asked me to please not tell anyone. He had a couple tears in his eyes. I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul. Then he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and told me he thought I was a great guy! Then he was gone - back downstairs to Rhonda. Fred thought I was a great guy! I was in heaven! A few minutes later Rhonda called up to me to get ready for bed, and she'd be up in a few minutes to tuck me in. I peed and brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. Then Rhonda and Fred both came up. Rhonda kissed me on the cheek, and Fred, who was standing in the door, winked at me and said "Good Night". They closed my door and went back downstairs. I wasn't very tired, and was curious about what the two of them would do alone downstairs, so I waited a few minutes, then very quietly crawled out of my bed and over to the top of the stairs. There's a spot at the top, where you can sit and peer down into the living room and see most of what's going on. I settled in and peered down. They were on the couch making out. Fred had his hand up Rhonda's blouse and he was fondling her left breast. I heard him mutter quietly "Come on, he's got to be asleep by now." "OK" she said. Then Fred started to take Rhonda's clothes off. It only took a couple minutes to get her completely naked. I had to admit, she had a nice body, but I was more interested in seeing if Fred was going to get naked as well. I only had to wait a few seconds, because as soon as Rhonda was naked, Fred began ripping off his clothes too. First his tank top cmae off exposing his beautiful tanned chest and stomach. Then, he stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and shoved them to his ankles. He had his back to me. His butt was gorgeous. Creamy white globular mounds. When he bent forward to remove his sweats, you could see some dark hairs sticking out from between his cheeks. I still hadn't seen his cock, but already my dick was stiff as a board! Once he had removed his sweats he turned sideways to the left and revealed the most beautiful hardon! It looked to be almost 8" long, and it was thick. I didn't get much of a chance to see more of it, as Rhonda suddenly leaped up and engulfed the full length of his stiff shaft with her mouth! I was so shocked when I saw this, that I let out an audible gasp. It must've been louder than I thought, as suddenly both of their heads swiveled toward me. I wasn't hidden too well from sight. Both of them saw me crouching and watching them. Rhonda let out a scream and began grabbing at anything she could find to cover herself up. She was crying. Fred's face was beet red, and he grabbed his sweats and pulled them on. I didn't wait to see what was going to happen next, I ran for my room, slammed the door shut and flung myself under my bed. A few seconds later my door opened, and from under my bed I saw Fred's bare feet walk in. He closed the door. I was scared to death he was going to pound me, but I was even more upset that I'd probably lost Fred as a friend now. I started quietly crying. I heard Fred telling me to come out. He knew I was in there. He must not have figured out I was under the bed though as he began looking in my closet for me. There wasn't anywhere else big enough to hide, so next I saw his face peering under the bed at me. He looked scared, not angry. When he saw that I was crying, he didn't look quite as scared. He quietly told me to come out - that he wasn't going to hurt me. I crawled out and we both sat down on the edge of my bed. I was still snuffling. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He said that I shouldn't spy on people like I'd just done. I told him, that maybe they shouldn't have been doing what they were doing where other people could watch them. He agreed that I was probably right. Then he asked me if I was going to tell my Mom. I told him that I wouldn't tell on them, if they wouldn't tell that I was spying. He looked down at me and smiled and said "Deal!". Then he gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead like he'd done before, and told me he still thought I was a great kid! We were still sitting there with Fred holding me, when he asked me if I had any questions about what I'd witnessed in the living room. I was a little surprised. I said, "Well, yeah, why was Rhonda trying to eat your dick?" Fred laughed at that. Then he told me about blow jobs. He explained all about them, and told me how great they feel. While he was telling me this, I noticed that the crotch of his sweats was starting to tent out. This caused a similar reaction in my lower region as well. It didn't help matters that neither of us had a shirt on and as we were sitting together on my bed with Fred hugging me, we were skin to skin. I could feel the hair from his right arm pit rubbing against my left shoulder. It felt great! Fred must've realized that I was getting turned on by what he was telling me, and him holding me. He said, "I see your dick's hard." I told him "So's your's I see." We both grinned at each other. Then I asked him if I could see his dick. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, for what I didn't know. While he was hesitantly looking at him, I said to him "Well, you can either show it to me, or I'll tell my mom what I saw you two doing!". He looked angry when I said that, but didn't put up much of a fuss. He just stood up and dropped his sweats. He turned to face me, so I could get a good look. His hard penis was staring me right in the eye. It was beautiful. I couldn't help myself, I just reached out and gripped it in my right hand. Fred let out a gasp. I looked up and he had a look of pleasure on his face. Slowly I began to rub my hand back and forth, like I did with my own penis some nights as I lay awake in bed. It must've felt good to him, because he started moaning lowly. Fred had just explained blow jobs to me. He'd told me how people who love other people very much, sometimes suck their cocks, because it felt really good. Well, I loved Fred, and I wanted to keep him as a friend, so I decided the best thing to do was to try and suck his cock. His head was thrown back and he was looking at the ceiling while I was jerking him off, so I surprised the hell out of him as I suddenly stuck the head of his dick into my mouth. I'd noticed a drop of wetness on his piss slit, as I was about to go down on him. I didn't know at the time about pre-cum. But it tasted good! As I slid my mouth as far down his dick as I could, he just started moaning louder and louder. He started to pump his hips back and forth. He was fucking my mouth, although gently. I started to mimick his movements by pushing my head back and forth. A minute later he began to really pump. Soon he yelled he was about to come. I wasn't sure what that meant, but he was pulled his dick out of my mouth, and began jerking off with his hand. Suddenly there was an explosion of white gooey liquid from the tip of his penis. It squirted out with such force that it splatted all over my face. It was quickly followed by 4-5 more similar squirts, although these landed on my shoulders and chest. By the time he'd finished, I was covered in cum! When he was done, and saw what a mess he'd made on me, he apologized all over the place and quickly grabbed some kleenex and wiped me clean. I told him it was OK. I asked about the white stuff and he explained all about semen and ejaculating. I was amazed! I told him I couldn't wait till I could do it too! Fred thought about that for a minute, and then asked me if I wanted to feel what it was like to have a blow job. I yelled "Sure!" So he told me to take off my PJ's and lay back on my bed, which I did. Just the thought of what Fred was going to do to me caused my dick to be standing at attention already! Without much ado, Fred leaned in, wet his lips and slowly lowered his mouth over my quivering cock. It was the most awesome feeling I'd ever had in my entire life! He really knew what to do too. He swirled his tongue around and around my engorged dick. Then he sucked up and down like a piston. While he was doing this, his left hand was gently squeezing my nipples, which was sending shivers down my spine. Fred stopped his work for just a second to lick the middle finger of his right hand, which he got all wet. Then he went back to work sucking my cock. At the same time he boosted my butt up off the bed a little and pushed my legs further apart. All of a sudden, I felt his wet digit rubbing my tight puckered asshole! It felt great! As he sucked, he gently massaged my anus, finally pushing hard enough to stuff his finger past my little round muscle up to the first knuckle! His finger was in my ass, and I loved it. Gently he pushed and pushed till he was finally all the way in. Then he began to pump in and out slowly, each time pushing against my prostate when he was all the way in. While he worked my ass over, he continued sucking, and squeezing my nipples. I had never felt so good in all my life, and it just kept getting better! All of a sudden I had the urge like I had to pee. I yelled to Fred to back off, that I was going to pee. But Fred, just kept going, sucking and finger fucking me faster and harder than ever. The urge I had was getting worse, only I knew it wasn't that I was going to pee, I just wasn't sure what was going to happen, when all of a sudden, I just couldn't stand it any longer, and my whole body began to spasm, and my sphincter was opening and closing and I felt like I was squirting out my penis. This went on for about 30 seconds at least with about 8-9 violent spasms. They felt so good! I couldn't believe a person could feel as good as that! Fred finally stopped sucking me, and pulled his finger out of my rectum. I was laying there feeling as if I was floating! Fred was beaming down at me. He told me that I'd just had my first orgasm! I thanked him and told him he could do that to me anytime he wanted, and that if that's how he felt when he got a blow job that I wanted to give him blow jobs all the time too, because I loved him so much! Oh my God - what had I said? I had just admitted to Fred that I loved him. Not to worry, he was smiling down at me with tears in his eyes. He told me he loved me very much too! After we were dressed again, Fred told me I shouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, not even Rhonda. I agreed. Then Fred went downstairs and told Rhonda I wouldn't rat on them. He said he had to go then. He yelled "Good Night" up the stairs to me and I hollered "Good Night" back. Shortly Rhonda came up and poked her nose into my room. I told her I was sorry for spying, but not to worry, I wouldn't tell anyone. She came over and gave me a kiss, and thanked me. Then she went back downstairs and I went to sleep. After that night, Fred was over at our house a lot - almost every day Rhonda sat for me, and even a few days when she wasn't there and Mom was home. Mom thought Fred was a great guy and liked it that he came to see me. She realized how happy I was to spend time with Fred. Needless to say, Fred and I managed to get some "alone time" each time he came over, and we repeated our first night's activities many many times over the summer. When fall came, I was really sad. Fred had to go away to college. I haven't seen him since. He and Rhonda broke up before he went away, and his parents moved to another state after he left for college. He's never been back here to visit. I've often wondered what became of Fred. I still love him to this day. If you enjoyed this story, Keep your eyes open for Chapter 2 - The Camp Counselor - where I tell you about my adventures at summer camp!