Story Codes (this chapter): b/b, mast

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Summer of Twelve - Chapter 1

In which I babysit for Donny and Chris and teach Chris some fun things.

I had barely turned twelve when my mother started pushing for me to provide babysitting for some of her circle of friends, women who, like her, were about a year past a divorce. It wasn't a big stretch for me, I'd been babysitting for my little brother since I was nine years old. I didn't babysit for my sister, she was only a few years younger than me, and girls are more mature than boys.

I didn't get an allowance, if I wanted some spending money, I had to earn it by doing extra chores, so the notion of getting paid to do something I'd been doing for free was enough to gain my enthusiastic cooperation. In fact, my mother must have been laying the groundwork for me for a good while before I turned twelve, because I no sooner took the class at the Y and got "certified" than she lined up a gig for me. It was a week after my birthday and two days after school let out for the summer.

My first charges were the two sons of Ms. Martin, a woman my mother had met through work and made friends with in the past year. Donny was four and a half, and Chris barely nine on the occasion I first sat for them. By sheer coincidence, I had the same exact name as Ms Martin's older son.

If I could have hopped fences and cut through other people's back yards, they only lived about a quarter mile from our house, but the neighborhood was a maze of twisty-turny streets, dead ends, and cul-de-sacs, making it over a mile on foot, so riding a bike made better sense than walking. I dropped my bike in their front yard, well away from the driveway, and knocked on their front door. I was in my usual summer attire: barefoot, cutoff shorts, and a tank top. Their mother, Yuka, answered the door, clearly in the last stages of getting ready for a date. She was a bit harried, but took the time to explain the rules to me, and let me know she meant to be back home between 11 and 12 that night. It was summer vacation so me being up that late wasn't a problem. Soon enough her date pulled into the driveway. Before she dashed off, she kissed Donny and Chris goodbye, and said "Be good boys and don't give Chris any trouble."

Donny had straight, dark hair, brown eyes, and an olive complexion; not surprising as his mother was half Japanese and his father was half Mexican. He was a husky little kid, big boned and still with a touch of baby-fat on him. A little over 40 pounds, probably, and about 3 and a half feet tall.

Chris, on the other hand, looked nothing like either of his parents. Like me, he had light brown hair that grew in loose curls until it got longer and just fell into a mop. Like me, he had bright blue eyes and a splash of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Like me, he was fair-skinned, but he tanned easily. We were both short for our age and on the slender side. Chris was probably 50 pounds and about 4 and a quarter feet tall. I tipped the scales at 66 pounds at the start of that summer, and stood exactly 4 feet 9 inches tall on my birthday.

No doubt about it, Donny was spoiled. His mother's preferred method to manage that was to pretty much give him whatever he wanted. Even as she told me his bed time was 8:30, she warned me that actually getting him into bed would probably be the hardest part of my babysitting job. She added the silver lining though that, once he actually went to sleep, he was out like a light and wouldn't stir until morning. I had been babysitting my own little brother, who was about half a year older than Donny for years, so I had a trick or two up my sleeve.

I reassured Donny that "getting ready for bed" didn't mean it was bedtime yet. In fact, I made a deal with him: if he could be ready for bed at least half an hour before his actual bedtime (8:30) then he could stay up half an hour past his bedtime. I had to spell it out for his four year old understanding, pretty much giving him a lesson in telling time, but he finally got it that if he had his teeth brushed, was done with his bath, and wearing his pajamas by 8:00 that he could stay up until 9:00 if he wanted. He was very eager after that, and started pestering about his bath way early. Finally, at about 7:00 I gave in. It wasn't that I thought the bath would last an hour, I was just worn out from him asking about it every ten minutes.

Taking a bath was a two stage process for Donny - soap then soak - and by convention at their house, Chris took his bath at the same time. While they were brushing their teeth, I ran the first bathwater, only about four inches deep, but with lots of bubbles. When I looked up from running the water, Donny was already bare naked, his clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor, and practically jumping up and down in his eagerness. He was circumcised and his wiener bounced on top of his tight scrotum. He was pretty big, for a little kid, bigger than my little brother anyway.

Chris was taking a bit more care about getting undressed, folding his shirt and shorts on the countertop, then turning his back to me to lower his underwear. He had a cute butt and the faint start of a tan line already showing. When he turned around, he had his left hand cupped in front of his boyhood, concealing himself quite effectively. I couldn't catch a glimpse as he climbed into the tub, and the bubbles were deep enough to hide his parts once he sat down.

Donny needed help with washing his face and hair. He was terrified of getting soap in his eyes, so he kept them clamped comically shut, even though I was using baby shampoo. I used the handheld sprayer to get his face and hair rinsed and he very tentatively opened his eyes again. I lathered up a washcloth and handed it to him, he could manage the rest of his bath once his eyes were out of danger.

While I had washed Donny's hair, Chris had stood and washed himself from the neck down, his back turned to me. Donny took the chance to be a pesky little brother.

"Chris is embarrassed about his wiener" the younger boy blurted out. "His looks funny and he thinks you'll laugh at him."

I took a chance. "Does his have skin covering the end?" I asked

"Yeah" Donny said. "Howdja know?"

"'Cause mine is like that too." I said. "All boys are born that way, it takes an operation to make 'em look like yours."

Chris perked up.

"No way!" Donny said. "An operation?"

"Yeah," I said "You had a little operation when you were first born, maybe a day or two old. The doctor cut off the little bit of skin on the end. Most boys get the operation, some don't. It just so happens Chris didn't. Neither did I."

"Did it hurt?" Donny said, clutching himself.

"Maybe." I said "But if you don't remember, what does it matter? It's just the way you are now. Anyway, most boys look like you, but some look like Chris and me."

Chris smiled and let his guard down then, not covering himself anymore. The boys swapped ends in the tub so Chris could be closer to the sprayer so he could wash his hair and rinse all the soap off while Donny got himself all lathered up with the washcloth.

The second stage of the bath was after both boys had used the handheld sprayer to rinse all the soap off themselves. They stood and I pulled the plug on the tub to let the water drain, which didn't take long because there was only about four inches in the tub. Donny had fun chasing the bubbles down the drain with the sprayer, and of course he sprayed Chris with it, which hardly mattered since he was standing naked in a bath tub. But he sprayed me too, and lost control of the sprayer at the exact wrong moment so he got me quite wet.

Chris scolded his little brother for that, and to his credit, Donny offered a sincere apology. He was a sweet little kid, just spoiled. But there I was, pretty well soaked in front, looking like I had peed myself. I didn't like that look, so I stood and stripped down to just my white cotton briefs.

When the bubbles were gone, I put the stopper back in the drain and turned the hot tap back on full blast, with just enough cold to keep it from being scalding. I filled the tub back up with just clean hot water the second time, to the point a little water went into the overflow once the boys sat back down.

Chris had gone from bashful to relaxed about being naked in front of me, so he just lay back at the end of the tub away from the plumbing and relaxed in the warm, clear water. The tub was avocado green, so his light skin made a nice contrast to the background, and I could see all of his body, his uncircumcised boyhood gently buoyed by the water.

At Donny's demand, I broke out the tub toys, a whole cabinet full of waterproof toys in the bathroom. Chris was a good sport and played with his little brother there in the bathtub. I excused myself for a moment to check the time. It was just 7:30

I went back into the bathroom and picked up the pile of Donny's clothes and Chris's undies from the floor. I reminded the boys they had half an hour before they needed to be in their pajamas to be able to take advantage of the stay-up-late deal.

"Chris sleeps naked!" Donny said in a sing-songy, annoying little brother voice "So he's gotta be nakies the whole time after our bath before he goes to bed!"

"Me too" I said.

"Hunh? What?" Donny said.

"I sleep naked too." I said.

Chris just smiled.

Donny was said to sleep like a log, but by all accounts, like a log in a tornado. So his pajamas had to account for the fact he was not going to stay under the covers. It was early June so he wore a light-weight one-piece sleeper, not the footed kind. And no undies underneath, so his boy bits were covered, but not mushed out of shape. Chris honored the ready-for-bed commitment and remained naked after his bath. I stayed in my briefs.

I had to make another deal with Donny after the bath. "You're too big a boy for me to carry you to bed if we all sit on the couch for bedtime stories" I said. "How about if we read stories in your bed, but you don't actually have a bed time at all?"

Donny was suspicious at first, but I assured him I meant that I would literally keep reading stories to him until either 1) he fell asleep or 2) his mom got home and then I wasn't the babysitter anymore. He finally bought into it when I told him to bring me all of his favorite bedtime stories. He brought a stack of about a dozen books and I didn't even blink.

We lay crosswise on Donny's bed, him half on top of me on one side, Chris sprawled comfortably on the other. I knew most of Donny's stories from reading for my own younger siblings, and I was a pretty good reader besides. I could do voices for the different characters, and Donny was enchanted. I even got Chris into the act, getting him to read a couple of different characters, and he jumped in pretty well, being a good reader himself.

Donny was a perfect example of a sun dependent kid. Even though the deal permitted him to stay up effectively all night, he nodded off shortly after sunset. I worked my way out from under him and he rolled onto his side into the fetal position and popped his thumb in his mouth.

I padded out of Donny's bedroom and Chris followed me, but he said, just outside the door. "We don't gotta tiptoe. Give him five minutes with his thumb in his mouth and he's gonna sleep 'til morning unless you pour a bucket of water on him."

We headed out toward the family room. "My bedtime is 9:30" Chris said. "Can I watch TV until then?"

"I'm not your babysitter." I said. "You're nine years old, you don't need a sitter, and even if you did, I'm just three years older than you. I can't be the boss of you."

"But... hunh?" he said

"I mean it." I replied "I can babysit for Donny, but you and me... we should just be friends"

"Wow" was all he had to say.

"I'm gonna go get my shorts and tank top from the bathroom and throw 'em in the dryer for a few minutes." I said. "If you wanna watch TV, pick something, I'll be right back"

He was not watching TV when I came back from putting my clothes in the dryer. Instead, I found Chris sitting in the papasan chair, playing with himself. Between his thumb and forefinger he had a grip on the tip of his foreskin and was stretching it up and letting it snap back down on his belly. When he looked up and saw me, he didn't stop.

"Chris, does yours really look like mine" he said, "or did you just say that to make Donny shut up?"

"You wanna see for yourself?" I said

"If it's okay..." he replied.

It was a simple matter for me to drop my briefs and step out of them. I walked over to the chair so Chris could have a closer look. He stopped playing with himself and sat up, looking me over from several angles. A smile formed on his lips and he leaned back in the chair.

"I'm not a freak." he said.

"Not unless I am too, and one of my uncles and at least one of my cousins all are also." I said. "I think boys mainly get circumcised to be like their dad."

"You've seen all of them naked?" he asked.

"Sure, and lots more besides. Naked is normal for boys." I said "Haven't you ever seen anyone besides your brother?"

"I saw my dad naked once. He looks mostly like Donny, only bigger and all hairy."

I laughed about that and said "Well you can see all of me if you want to. I'm gonna stay naked with you." I sat down in the chair and he rearranged to accommodate me. The bowl shaped chair pushed us together in the middle, but it didn't feel crowded. Chris was on my left side, our bare bodies pressed together from shoulder to ankle. We looked a lot alike, just the expected size difference of me being almost exactly three years older than him.

"Does your skin come all the way back" I asked "when you wash it, I mean."

"What do you mean?" he asked

"Mine stuck to me in one little place until I was about nine." I said. "Then it just came loose once when I was..."

"I never saw anyone's but mine." Chris said. "I don't think I'd know if my skin was stuck."

"You want me to peel it back and see?" I said, rolling a bit toward him and gripping his penis lightly.

Chris put his hand to his side and said "Okay."

"It's easier if you're hard." I said, and began feeling him up. "Can I play with yours and make it get stiff?"

Chris just nodded and I played with him the way I played with myself when I wanted to enjoy the getting hard part. After a minute, he was rigid. His erection pointed up toward his chin. He was close to the same size as me, and like me, even when he was fully erect, his foreskin still covered all but the very end, exposing just his pee slit, unless it was helped back.

I helped his foreskin back, and it popped over the ridge very nicely all the way around.

"So, is mine nor... I mean, like yours?" Chris said.

"Peel mine back and see for yourself" I offered, lolling back and exposing my erection. Both of us were growers, so we were a lot bigger hard than we were soft, still pretty much a matched pair.

Chris peeled me back, emitting a plume of boy aroma into the room. The puberty fairy wouldn't come to visit me for a couple more years, so it wasn't really body odor, just boy funk. At that time in my life, I bathed when a grownup told me too, and no one had told me to since the last day of school. Chris smelled of Ivory soap and baby shampoo. I remember that was the first time I had really much noticed how I smelled.

"Pretty much the only difference between us right now is how I smell" I said, giggling.

"You're bigger." he said.

"I'm older." I said, shrugging. "You'll catch up."

We lay there together, side by side, hands behind our heads, enjoying the view for a few moments.

"You said your skin came unstuck by itself?" Chris said.

"Well, not exactly by itself." I said. "I was jackin' off."

"What's jackin' off?" he asked.

"It's rubbing it up and down until you get your shivers." I said, "And when you get older, you even squirt sperms out of your dick." I gave myself a couple of quick strokes by way of example. "I learned it from my cousin when I was seven."

"How old was your cousin?" Chris said.

"He was thirteen and he could squirt sperms."

"Can you?" Chris said

"Not yet." I said, "but I practice a lot"

"How many times?"

"You mean each day?" I said "Well, once for sure, every day before I go to sleep, it helps me relax." I held up one finger. "And then almost every morning I do it again. Wake up with a woody and gotta do something about it." I held up two fingers "And then, pretty much any other chance I get." Grinning I held up three more fingers.

"Would you show me? Like your cousin did for you?" Chris said.

"Sure!" I said. "It's more fun with a friend anyway."

I rolled up on my side again, this time scootching down a little to have good range of motion on his boyhood. Making a circle with my thumb and two fingers, I gripped him and started jacking, slowly, using his foreskin like a sleeve to slide up and down, alternately exposing then covering his glans. Chris was not the first boy besides myself that I had jacked off, I was kind of good at it actually, so I got him about 80 percent there before I slowed down and lightened up.

"When they get their shivers the first time, some boys feel like they gotta pee" I said. "Don't worry about it, you can't pee and cum at the same time, so just let it go, enjoy it."

Chris nodded, so I sped back up again and since he was already so close it only took half a minute or so before he was moaning and thrashing out his first ever boycum. I stopped jacking him then, even though I figured he could do a double or a triple, like me. I didn't' want to blow his mind too much the first time.

"Pretty cool, hunh?" I said, when his eyes focused and it looked like he could probably talk again.

"Holy cow!" he said. "That was the best feeling ever!"

"Keep practicin', and it gets even better." I said, grinning. "Now you do me, so I can be sure you know how to do it right."

Chris took to it as naturally as any boy, and for the next half hour we took turns jacking each other off. Finally, after we had each had several orgasms, I suggested we stop.

"I've rubbed myself raw a few times" I said, "and you don't want that to happen the first time you ever jacked off, so let's stop for now. No more jackin' off 'til morning for you."

I stayed naked with Chris after our jackoff session. He felt honor-bound to stay "ready for bed" and I didn't see any point in getting dressed afterward. It was nice to just be able to hang out bare with another boy. It was only about 9:30 and his mom wasn't due back until 11:00 at the earliest. There was nothing good on TV, so we played cards, and wrestled around, and just talked for a while until he started getting tired.

Chris went to bed at about 10:30. I pulled my briefs back on, because I didn't know how Chris's mother or her date would react if he walked her to the door and I had fallen asleep naked waiting for them. I left my cuttoffs and shirt in the dryer, because that was a legit reason to be wearing just undies. So that's how they found me. I was sprawled out, asleep on the couch with a magazine on my chest, and a tent in my briefs, when she came in the door with her date in tow, about 11:30.

I sat up on the couch and casually, I hoped, let the magazine slide down to cover my crotch. The man who was her date nodded his head to me as she introduced him. She only used his first name. But he stepped forward and offered me a handshake. I stood to shake his hand and lost the magazine from my lap. He got a grin on his face.

Yuka debriefed me then:

Yes, Donny was in bed by 8:30, Chris by 9:30.

No, they were no trouble at all

Yes, Donny had his bath

No, he didn't get soap in his eyes

etc.

etc.

It went on for several minutes, with me standing there with a tent in front of her and her date. I eventually explained that Donny had accidentally splashed me while the boys were taking their bath, so my clothes were in the dryer. I felt like I needed to explain my state of undress, but she didn't seem to care, apparently not having a problem with her sons' babysitter standing there nearly naked talking to her about how the evening had gone.

She paid me the agreed upon fee, I got dressed, and I left. Her date did not leave the house behind me.

Note To The Reader: If you got this far, thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it! Part two is already written, needing only to be formatted and beautified.