Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 03:58:02 -0700
From: Remy Meggs
Subject: Fun babysitters - First Time b/g b/b

Fun babysitters - First Time b/g b/b
Remy Meggs

This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are
under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state
or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended or by fantasies
involving boys with boys, or boys with men. This file contains sexually
explicit material. Only the introduction was written by the collator,
who cannot verify whether the particular incidents are fact or fiction.

 I had babysitters since I was born. Most were live ins and mom
called them nanny's. This is not a story about nanny's, or the girls
after that came after them. You have to know the whole story before we
can get to the part you want to know about.
 Sense I can remember, I was coddled and loved. Most of the
nannies mom hired were in there 30's and 40's some had kids, some did
not. Something happened and suddenly they stopped coming. During that
time however I can remember taking baths and being dried off carefully
then laying on a bed and being oiled down and lotion being put on
certain areas, and in the summer there was the baby powder.
 About he time I turned 7 mom changed her mind and no longer
wanted live in nannies. It seems as I recall one either stole
something, or part of the story I remember is that the house in back
was torn up. Regardless that was the end of live-in nannies.
 Then the girls came. Most were in their late teens and some
were older. By then I had a younger brother and a sister that had just
started walking. We played while they watched television and sometimes
they would help me with my homework. They would feed us, then give us a
bath and put us to bed.
 When I turned nine mom and dad were going out with their poker
group and the regular babysitter could not come over. Instead she sent
her younger sister who was thirteen. That was fine with me, but the
girl didn't want to watch television, she wanted to play with me. I
never thought anything about it until later that night. All the
tickling and teasing and making me blush were all fun in some ways.
 During bath time she ran my bath and bubbles. Then got me out
of my clothes, which wasn't hard to do at that age. I played in the tub
for the longest time then she came in and washed me to make sure I was
really clean. Unlike others the spent a lot of time tickling me and
washing me down there and I came out with a little stiffy.
  Like others she put oil on me and a lot on my stiffy until it
had turned completely red and it tickled me and made me wiggle and
laugh and giggle all over the bed. Then she wiped all the excess oil
off of me and got me in the bed, "Did you have fun tonight?"
 "Yes." I answered.
 "Would you like me to come back and babysit you?"
 "Sure." I said, and I really meant it.
 "Well make sure you tell your parents that."
 "Ok I will." Then she kissed me on the cheek and I fell asleep.
 This happened off and on until I was eleven. I can still hear
what she said to my mom. I cried for hours after she left. "I have a
boyfriend now and school and I just cant be here. My younger brother
Burton is good with kids and he would really like to come over and try
with yours, and I have already told him everything he needs to do."
 Burton was 13, just two years older than I was. I did not think
I would like this. Then again I had got to an age where I didn't want
my clothes on and having a babysitter and my little sister around were
not helping my cause. So maybe it could work out.
 He was only a head taller than me. Yet to a little kid he
looked like mister big shot with his muscles and fancy clothes They
were not giant muscles like men have but they were bigger than my
cousins at the same age.
 He seemed nice, but he didn't have to cook. The first night he
was there when it was my turn for a bath, he wanted to know if I wanted
him to get in too, and play. To me that sounded great and so he joined
me and we had a lot of fun. Then he dried me just like his sister did,
making sure I had that little stiffy straight up on my tummy. Since he
did it all so perfect I knew he would tickle it with oil just like his
sister. He picked me up and carried me around the house making sure I
was touching him all over, and making sure I was getting tickled every
place he could think of. He checked on my brother and sister then put
me on the bed.
 I wondered what he would do next and he knew it. He was
grinning ear to ear and putting kisses all over my face. He started
oiling me, face first and down my back and body almost like a massage.
Then he started putting the oil all over my legs leaving my bum then
knew he would do my favorite tickle spot.
 Now it was time for my stiffy tickle. He rubbed it a little
with his dry hand and put his oiled hand between my legs. "I am going
to do this a little different than my sister okay?"
 I giggled and said "Okay"
 He smiled and kissed my lips lightly sort of like a mom does
when you are little. Then he laid his head on my tummy. "You are so
stiffy Pat, that I don't want to break the little thing by pulling it
up, okay?"
 Well gosh yes okay I sure didn't want it broken "Okay." I said.
 Then he started tickling it. Just the top at first. Then the
whole thing at one time. I didn't know how he was doing that but it
really felt good. I could feel his other oily hand between my bum
cheeks and then that started tickling and my bum pushed up. He took his
dry hand and pushed me back down to hold me still. That is when I
realized my little stiffy was in his mouth. He kept tickling it, never
stopping. A few more strokes on my bottom and he had me wiggling and
squirming all over and he was trying to keep me still. I felt my legs
spread as far out as I could get them and he looked up and smiled at
me, "You want more Patrick or are you ready for bed?"
 "More please."
 "My finger is inside you, does it tickle."
 He knew it did cause even without him on my stiffy he was
driving me crazy tickling me.
I didn't answer. Then he said, "Did you even know it was inside you?"
 No, I did not know cause of how he did it. It was not like he
forced it in. Every time I raised up it got in a little more and I was
so tickled that I had no idea it was even there. Then I saw his stiffy.
It was huge compared to me.
 It was all red and a big purple top and it was leaking clear
stuff. "How big is yours?" I asked.
 "Not really sure it's about as long as my finger in you, and
just a little thicker I suppose." Then he started kissing and licking
and pulling on my stiffy with his mouth. I kept watching his stiffy. I
have no idea how much time went by, but it was a long time. He stood up
and asked, "Do you like that a lot?"
 "Yes I do I really do are you going to stop?"
 He grinned and kissed the top of my head. Then put his oily
finger and put it next to his stiffy, "See just like I said my peter is
just thicker a little. Can I put it in you and see how you like that?
You like my finger a lot so maybe you would like this even more."
 I didn't care, I was way past that he had made my body and
stiffy shake and tremble for over an hour. "Yes that would tickle you
too?"
 "Yeah, it will tickle a lot. Patrick if I do this you can't
tell anyone, even my sister okay?"
 There was not much I could say to that but nod in agreement. I
wanted something in me and on my stiffy to keep tickling.
 He pulled my legs until my bum was at the edge of the bed. Then
he asked me to put oil on his stiffy which I did of course. It was hot
and purple and red. When he was happy it was done right, he stood
between my legs lifting them up above his head and resting them on his
shoulders. "Are you ready Patrick?"
 My little stiffy was jumping all over and my bottom wouldn't
hold still, "Yes!"
 He inched up closer and closer and pulled me toward him. I
wiggled to much for him to do anything. So he put a hand on each side
of my hips to hold me still.
 Gosh I remember that minute when it slid into me. Slowly, but
that big red top actually popped into me. It seemed like forever to get
it all in me. It hardly took anytime at all. I was lightheaded and felt
like I would faint and my body was out of control and it did what
Burton wanted it to do. Then he got faster and faster, he made a face
and groaned and moaned and got stiff as a board. My eyes must have been
bugging out.
 He stayed like that for several minutes. I kept wiggling my
penis on him and wiggling my bum so I could tickle inside, "Are we
done?" I asked.
 He looked at the clock on the wall, "We have a couple of hours
if you want to keep going, but I have to rest a few minutes each time I
tickle too much, but you can rub and wiggle all you want."
 "Good." I answered.
 I know he said a lot of things to me that night. I do not
remember stopping or even get my pajama bottoms on me. I did remember a
lot of what he said. By the time my brother, sister and myself finished
with my parents, Burton was the new babysitter.
 The great thing was, that mom and dad took a two week vacation
every year. We would get to stay at Burtons house during that time, and
Burton would be going on the family vacation to Disney world with us,
well if I could get them to do it at least.
 When I woke up it was daylight, Saturday morning. I felt like
rubber. I got my shorts on and went downstairs, "Well you must have had
fun last night." Dad said as I entered the kitchen. "I had lots of fun,
played games and Burton let me play in the bathtub and we watched my
favorite programs. He isn't like the girls that watch only what they
want to watch. Can I go over to Timmy's?"
 Mom smiled, "You have a bowl of cereal before you do anything."
 I sat and ate and giggled to myself the whole time. When I went
out the door I stopped to hear anything they said, "He sure is happy
this morning." Dad said.
 "Well it is probably about time he had a boy around, like a big
brother. I don't think the girls understand eleven-year-old's."
 "You are probably right Janice. Let's see how he works out, and
maybe the kids can stay at his house when we go on vacation."
 That would be great as long as Patrick is happy dear."
 I grinned. I was way too happy.