Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2021 10:42:00 -0500 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Babysitting Jimmie 2 This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and young men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males. Take a minute and donate to Nifty so we can all continue to enjoy such a fantastic site and keep it going!! _____________ As I watched Jimmie sleeping with his head on my chest, I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into. In the beginning, I had been a happy boy growing up in the neighborhood. I met an older boy, David, who had taught me everything about sex and making love and feeling good. Now, with David having moved and I having graduated from High School and in College, this 24 year old had gotten a pretty good paying job with a neighbor who wanted me to babysit her 10 year old son while she went somewhere, a boy who I saw almost every day playing in his front yard but had only waived at as I drove by. And, on the first day of that job, I had just given him his first orgasm. What was I thinking? Let's not toy around with this. We ALL know what I was thinking! It didn't start that way but it certainly had gone down that road. I was now the teacher and Jimmie was the student. I also realized that I had a chance to really look at Timmy while he slept. He was really a cutie. Blonde hair, medium length in a bowl cut and kind of shaggy in the back. It was obvious he loved soccer (almost every time I saw him in the front yard, he was kicking a soccer ball around) but I wasn't sure if he was actually on a team. He was shorter than I was being only 10 (about 5 feet tall) and had a similar build to mine when I was his age, slim but not skinny. He was well built and, from what I could hear after this first meeting with him face to face, also very smart. I felt his head move and he slowly awoke from his post-orgasm nap. He moved around a bit, snuggling more into my body on the couch. He looked up at me with sleepy eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" he asked me. "Yeah, you sure did," I told him, smiling. "How do you feel?" I saw the smile on his face as he remembered what had just happened. You could tell Jimmie was running through his head how he actually did feel and what had occurred. The smile got bigger. "Really good," he giggled. "I mean, REALLY good!" Then, Jimmie gave me a curious look like he was thinking of something else. "My peter feels like it's sticking to my underwear," he said. I realized I hadn't really prepared him for what may happen since I didn't think he was old enough to have that happen. "Remember the great feeling I told you about?" I asked him. "Yeah and how," he said smiling up at me. "I've never felt anything like that!" "Well," I began. "You're not a little boy anymore. You're a big boy now. Only big boys can squirt when they're having fun". You could tell in Jimmie's eyes that he was running through what we had discussed earlier. His eyes suddenly lit up. "So, I can make babies?" he asked. "Not so fast," I answered. "You can shoot semen (I told him we call it cum) but it may not have any sperm in it to make a baby just yet". "Doesn't matter," he said. "I don't like girls......like that". He and I both smiled. "What do you mean?" I asked Jimmie. "Well," Jimmie answered. "I think I'm gay. I thought I was for a while now but today I know I am. What we did was really cool!" Then, he threw the blanket back and jumped off of my lap and off of the couch and stood there next to me. His PJs were still on but he looked -- well, a little frumpled. "I need to change my underwear," He said. "What do I do about the ones I have on? What if Mom notices somethings wrong?" I could hear the panic in his voice. I also could see that he still had a boner. "Calm down," I told him. "Let's go back to your room and get you changed," Jimmie grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards his bedroom. My dick remained hard as a nail in my jeans. We entered the smaller room in the front of the house. This was, absolutely, a typical 10 year old's bedroom. I say `typical' but, actually, it was cleaner than mine had ever been at that age. I noticed several posters of music groups. He had two soccer posters of the same guy. Pretty typical. Jimmie walked over to his dresser and opened the first drawer, pulling out another pair of white BVD's. He turned and looked at me. "Can I have some privacy?" he asked. I realized that although I had jacked him off just moments earlier, he was still a little boy in so many ways and obviously somewhat shy about his body. That was so cute. "Sure," I said and decided to turn away from him instead of leaving the room. I heard Jimmie wait for a moment and then exhale (as if making the decision that since I wasn't going to leave, he would just have to change with me there looking the other way). What Jimmie didn't realize is that I could see a perfect reflection of him on a small picture frame on his desk, which I was facing. I watched as he unsnapped his PJs and pulled them off. Then, he peeled his underwear off and threw them on the floor, quickly putting on his new pair. He was very fast but I did get a look at his cotton covered butt in his underwear as he pulled his PJs back on. "Ok," he said. "You can turn around". I turned, still having an obvious boner. Jimmie looked at it for a moment with a look of curiosity and then picked up his underwear. "What am I going to do with these?" he asked, now sounding panicked again. I walked over to my new little brother and asked him where he put his dirty clothes. He pointed to the closet and I opened it up to find a hamper. I grabbed his old underwear and shoved them down into the pile. "They'll be hidden in the rest of the dirty clothes," I told him. "She'll never look at that one pair of underwear in a pile of dirty clothes. This always works for me." Jimmie looked back at me and smiled. He realized his big brother was really looking out for him. He nodded his head and grabbed my hand to pull me back out to the family room. We both sat down at the same place on the couch, legs now draped over the front. He pulled the blanket over both of us again and snuggling into me. The TV was droning on with more Saturday morning cartoons but the ones I had liked (Bugs Bunny) were gone and a different set were playing, ones I wasn't familiar with. I looked up at the clock in the kitchen and it read 9:45 AM. He had been sleeping for probably an hour although for him, my bet was that the entire time had been like a dream -- a very good, sexy dream. I heard a small moan from him as he laid his head on my chest and I snuggled into him as well. He picked my right arm up and draped it over him again. "This is nice", he said quietly. I agreed with him. We both sat quietly for a moment until Jimmie slowly looked up at me with that all too familiar grin of a boy who just found the secret to happiness. "I have more questions," He told me. I knew he would. "Fire away Jimmie," I told him. "Well," he started. "For one, what was that?" "That is called an orgasm," I told him, trying not to sound too much like a teacher but more like a mature big brother. "That happens when you jack off," He gave me a questioned look and I made my hand into the universal sign and moved it up and down in a motion that all of us teenagers knew. "Oh," he gushed. It seemed like he was getting the picture. Over the next few minutes, I told him what that meant, that most boys did what we had done and most at his age were dry. I told him that was really cool that he squirted and he got bashful again. Then, I told him that wasn't the only thing boys did to feel good and that there were lots of other things that felt even better. As I told him about his new secret universe, I could also see his dick had remained hard in his PJ's and it was really turning me on. "Show me more," He said, interrupting me from what I thought was a good lesson in what the future holds for growing boys. "Like what?" I asked him. Although I had never really taught anyone anything before, I suddenly liked being the instructor and felt it was better to ask the student what they wanted to learn than to teach someone something they were not interested in (OK let's face it, I was winging it as a teacher but having such a great time!). He thought it for a minute. "You said earlier that it feels better when you do other things," he told me. "What other things?" It was at that point I started to appreciate my teachers and the lesson plans they always talked about. I didn't know what a lesson plan was but quickly realized I didn't have one. "Well," I started. "There are other things boys can do that feel way better than that." "Better? No way!" he exclaimed. Jimmie asked, almost sounding inpatient. "Show me," Jimmie stretched out over the conch, now having his feet all the way over the front edge of the couch, dangling near the floor, still under the blanket. "I need to reiterate something," I told Jimmie. "What's reiterate mean?" he asked. "What I mean is that I need to repeat something," I answered. "Remember our three rules? Well, that first one is that we don't tell anyone what we talk about when we're together like this. We also don't tell anyone what we do here. I'm really serious about that. I could get in a load of trouble if anyone found out." "Yeah, I understand," Jimmie answered. "I won't tell anyone. Why would I?" In my 24 year old brain, that made sense, so I slowly moved my hand under the blanket until I reached his tummy. I started slowly moving my hands over that area, massaging it and moving it up towards his chest. "Still OK?" I asked. "Yes," Jimmie confirmed. "Ok, here we go," I answered and slid my hand up on his chest and touched his nipple. It was hard as well. "Mmmmmm." Jimmie moaned. His eyes were as wide as they could be and his mouth opened up as if someone had just shot electricity through him. I leaned over and moved my finger off for a minute and got it wet in my mouth. It went back to his nipple and started to tweak and pinch it. Jimmie's hips squirmed around and jutted up a few times. "That is sooo cool," Jimmie whispered. I then leaned down and licked it and I thought his body was going to jump up off of the couch. As I came up off of his tit, his eyes were open and he had a startled look. "Gawd," he exclaimed. "That is really wicked". I continued to lick his tit while moving my hand down to his pajamas. I pulled the top snap away and started to rub the top of his dick that had remained hard and was poking up in his underwear. The moans and squeaks coming out of Jimmie's mouth really got me turned on. Here was this neighbor boy who was experiencing the best feeling he had ever had with his new big brother and I was the one giving him those feelings! I stopped rubbing his dick and moved to the loosened waistband of his pajamas. "Is this OK?" I asked again. "Yeah," he said smiling. I started to pull his PJ's down and told him to "lift up" as he pushed with his feet and moved his butt up off of the couch to help me lower his PJs to just below his knees. I moved my hand back up to his new underwear. "One more time, Jimmie," I said. He understood and lifted his butt so I could get his underwear down. And, when I did, there he lay, on the couch, now surrounded by the blanket he once had over both of us, naked with a boy boner that sort of was in a shape of a banana and hard as a rock. As I got his underwear down to his knees, I moved my hand back up to his dick and my tongue over to his tit and started to lick his tit as I felt his dick. "Oh, wow," he said in a small voice, kind of a sissy sounding voice. I moved my mouth from his tit down his tummy, giving little kisses as I moved closer to his boner. Jimmie's breathing got a little faster and several moans could be heard as I got up off of the couch and kneeled between his legs. I looked up at Jimmie and his smile lit up the room. "Lay back and enjoy Jimmie," I said and he leaned back against the couch. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his dick. He moaned loud enough to make my dick tingle. I licked up and down, starting at his tip and going all the way to his two smooth balls. My tongue went around and around there and he spread his legs as his pajamas and underwear slid down to his ankles. Jimmie was turning his head back and forth as I reached for his dick and put it in my mouth. "Woah!" he yelled. I smiled but continued to give him pleasure. I remember the first time David had done that to me and how fantastic it had felt. I heard Jimmie's breathing get uneven and realized he was getting ready for his second cum. I moved my middle finger up to my mouth and wet it down while I sucked Jimmie's dick and slid my hand back down between Jimmie's legs. My wet finger started to move up and down his butt crack as far as I could reach with him sitting. It didn't take long after that. "Ughhh....gaaaa" was all that he said as he started cuming only the second time in his life. The amount of cum squirted into my mouth seemed more than I had felt for his first cum. He put his hands on my head and was really enjoying that. "Danny," he groaned. I kept sucking him until he came down from it and he appeared to be moving back as if he was sensitive. That happened to me sometime with David. I pulled off of his dick. As I moved back up to sitting next to Jimmie, I saw his practically naked body next to me, pajamas and underwear down to his feet and his dick still hard. It was a site for this 24 year old that I will never forget. Jimmie grabbed the blanket lying next to him and pulled it up over both of us. He looked up at me and smiled and then hugged me. We didn't speak. We probably spent about 30 minutes resting. I told Jimmie he needed to get dressed. He looked at me with a disappointing face, then looked at the clock and realized I was probably right. He stood up and the blanket fell off of him. His beautiful boy butt was facing me and it certainly was beautiful! I gave a teenage moan as He bent over to pull his underwear and PJs up and I could actually for just a minute see his boy hole. He got his PJs and underwear back up and snapped them back together. "But, you're still hard," he said, whispering it to me. "I want to make you feel good like me". Before I could say anything, he moved his hand over to my jeans and unsnapped the top button. He pulled the zipper down and slyly looked up at me. "Lift up Danny," he smirked. I lifted my butt and he pulled both my jeans and underwear down past my knees. As fast as I ever thought possible, Jimmie leaned over and lifted my teen boner and put his lips around the head. I hadn't had anyone do that in weeks and it felt really good. "Watch your teeth," I told Jimmie, knowing this may be his first time doing this. Based upon what I felt, I evidently was wrong. Jimmie started to take my entire dick into his tiny mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking me for all it's worth. My toes curled up and I groaned again. After watching Jimmie all morning, I knew I was short on time. "Gaaaawwwwd," I groaned as I felt my cum start to travel up my dick. I didn't have time to warn Jimmie. Squirt after squirt went into his mouth and Jimmie happily took it all, swallowing as I emptied my juice into his mouth. As I started to calm from a fantastic cum, Jimmie continued to jack me off with his hand. I had never felt anything like this since David left. I was full in love for this boy. "WOW!" Jimmie exclaimed. "You had a lot of cum". He was licking his lips when I leaned over and put mine to his. We kissed and exchanged fluid for about a minute, Jimmie with his hand still on my now again hardon and me with my jeans and underwear down around my ankles. "I want to do more," he said with a quiet, girly kind of voice. "When can we do more?" "I'll see if your Mom will need any other help this coming weekend" I told him. "I hope she does". We both smiled. Jimmie walked away to his room. He seemed more relaxed than when we had first met. I know I certainly was. I couldn't believe this had taken place but was looking forward to more "lessons" for Jimmie.