Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2021 08:44:36 -0500 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Babysitting Jimmie 3 This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys. Take a minute and donate to Nifty so we can all continue to enjoy such a fantastic site and keep it going!! __________ Jimmie came out of his room fully dressed with a colorful T-shirt and regular play shorts (elastic waistband and no zipper I could see). We played a few board games (and shared a few kisses) up to the time his Mom got back from her meeting. She was pleased that the house had not been destroyed (why do adults always think boys will destroy stuff?) and paid me. I was thrilled on many levels and went home. At home, Mom met me at the door and asked how it went. I left out the obvious details and said it went fine. We both hoped she would ask me again if she needed a sitter (but I may have had a different reason). Mrs. Norton actually did call that week! Instead of Saturday morning, Mrs. Norman needed me Saturday night for an overnighter as she would not be returning until Sunday morning. I got a boner the minute she asked me! "Sure, I'd be happy to sit Jimmie," I said. "Will he need to have dinner or do I have to prepare anything for meals beyond that?" "No," Mrs. Norman replied. "I'll feed him before you get here and you both of you can have cereal for breakfast Sunday. Does that sound OK?" "Sure," I said. She went on to explain the ritual. Jimmie would take a shower around 9 and 10 PM was his bedtime on weekends. We agreed I would get to the house around 7 PM. I could hardly walk the entire week without springing a boner thinking about what was to come. Saturday arrived and I spent the entire day excited about the weekend. As the evening approached, I showered and dressed in one of my regular T-shirts and a pair of gym shorts and my favorite white BVD underwear. I had dressed more proper on my first job assignment but thought I would take a relaxed approach on this one since I was spending the night. I packed a small bag of items (pajamas and my extra-long T-shirt, underwear (I decided on a few pairs knowing what had happened the last time), socks and toothbrush) and felt ready. At about 6:45, I walked over to Jimmie's house and knocked on the door. I heard the familiar yell of, "I'll get it". When Jimmie opened the door, instead of a tow-headed boy in pajama bottoms (as he first appeared to me on my first babysitting job), I was met with a fully clothed boy in very short shorts and a T-shirt, smiling at me and giving me the bashful look. "Hi Danny," He said to me, almost in a whisper. "Hi Jimmie," I said as enthusiastically as I could, in case Mrs. Norman was listening. Jimmie grabbed my hand and pulled me into his house. "I've missed you," he whispered. I gave him a scolding look. "Great to see you too Jimmie," I said. "How have things been?" His face told me that he suddenly had remembered one of our rules, which was in effect. "Good," He said a little louder than before. I walked into the foyer as if I knew the place (actually, I did) and met Mrs. Norman. She was walking out of the bedroom side of the house and was holding a small suitcase. "Let me get this in the car and I'll be right back," she said. She walked out to the kitchen and through the side door that went to the garage. When the door closed, Jimmie grabbed me and looked up. "I really missed you," he said with a passion I had never heard out of someone so young. "Me too," I said, smiling down at him. His hands moved down with one of them going towards mine. We held hands for a brief moment. I thought my boner was going to shoot out of my shorts! The door creaked as if it was going to open and both of our hands shot down to our sides. Jimmie started to walk out to the family room where the TV was playing something and I stood waiting for Mrs. Norman to discuss the evening's plans. As she entered the kitchen, she started on "the list" of things. Non-school night so Jimmie could stay up until 10. Shower at 9 and he had to be in his jammies by 9:30. I paid close attention so it would seem I was interested in everything she said. And, of course, I was -- I guess. Besides the fun Jimmie and I had the last time I babysat him, I had to remember that this was a paying job as well so I wanted to make sure I would keep getting the gig. "You can sleep in the guest room if you want," She told me. "Actually," I answered as I tossed my small bag into the family room. "I'll probably sleep on the couch if that's ok," I told her. I looked behind her and Jimmie was smiling as big as I ever saw. "Sure, that's fine," she said. She didn't seem to be suspicious of that idea so I let it go. "Anything else? Is Jimmie allowed any soda?" I asked. I knew parents were worried about how much sugar their kids would get. "I'd rather he not have any but if you can handle him at bedtime with a coke on board, have at it," she laughed. "No, seriously I would rather he not have any sugary sweets at night. It will also make your job easier". I nodded in the affirmative with a serious look. She went into the family room and kissed Jimmie on the head and told him to make sure and do everything I told him to do and behave. He continued to look at the TV and shook his head yes. As his mom went out the kitchen door to the garage, I looked over to see Jimmie looking back at me with a wicked smile. I smiled back. I closed and locked the door in the kitchen and waited to hear the garage door close and Mrs. Norman's car drive away. I slowly walked into the family room. Jimmie was sitting on that now familiar couch and seemed to be still fully clothed, although I couldn't see from the waist down as he had that familiar and cozy blanket laying over his lower legs. I took a seat right next to him. Jimmie smiled at me and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over my legs as well. We both snuggled into each other and watched whatever was on TV. I don't think either one of us was actually watching the show. "Are you really going to get to stay here overnight?" Jimmie asked. "Yeah," I said with a big smile on my face. "Isn't that cool?" "Cool," was all he said and reached under the blanket for my hand. He put his hand into mine and we both snuggled more (if that was even possible). Jimmie leaned his head against my shoulder and sighed. Sitting there with this handsome boy made me feel more like a big brother than ever before. I had taught him things the last time but hadn't thought much about the role I was playing in his life. Here we were, getting ready to spend an overnight in his house, alone together holding hands. I didn't think my dick could get any harder but it felt like it did. "Do you want anything to drink?" Jimmie suddenly asked me. Just like last time, he acted so grown up when using his hosting skills. "No thanks," I said. And, with that, Jimmie flung his side of the blanket over onto me and got up off of the couch. It almost seemed like he turned towards me on purpose and said, "Ok. I'll be right back". At that moment, his dick was a little lower than face level with me and in those short shorts you could tell he had a boner. Again, it seemed bigger than what I remembered but I thought that my eyes may have fooled me on that subject. Jimmie lingered for just a minute (I think so I could get a good look at his hard on) and turned to the kitchen. As he walked, his T-shirt was pulled up a bit and I could see the white elastic band of his underwear. He had FOL undies on just like I did. Jimmie came back from the kitchen with a glass of what looked like fruit juice. I noted it wasn't soda and said, "Good choice" I told him. He climbed up on the couch and put that perfect butt next to mine and pulled the blanket back over his beautiful body. I watched his bubble butt every second of that movement, so much so that I forgot to check to see if he still had a boner. I had no doubt he did. As he settled into me, he snuggled with his head laid across my chest and his right hand now on my tummy. We sat for a minute or two and just enjoyed being together. I thought I would start the conversation. "How's my baby brother?" I asked. "Good now," he said and snuggled tighter into me. "You don't mind me calling you baby brother, do you?" I asked. Some boys might be sensitive to that but I found out Jimmie wasn't. "No, I like it when you call me that," he told me. "You're my big brother, so I must be your baby brother, right?" We both laughed. He snuggled into me again and my hand started to drift over his tummy and sneak under his T-shirt to his nipple. I tweaked it and he moaned. "Ohhh..." he said in a rather girly voice "I like when you do that". I started to pull his shirt up to his neck, all the while playing with his chest. He leaned forward and I pulled it over his head and off, throwing it down in a pile near our feet. Now that the top half of him was naked, I started to play again. I leaned over and took his nipple into my mouth, giving it a tongue bath while my hand moved down to the waistband of his shorts. "I like these, baby boy," I said in my best sexy voice as I grabbed the elastic waist of his short shorts. He giggled. I started to feel the front of his shorts and realized he was already boned up. I played with him all the while trying to pull the shorts down to get better access. "Lift up," I said, a familiar saying for both of us that fun things were on the way. He lifted his butt and I slide the shorts down to just below his knees. I moved my hand back up to his underwear and with my hand, pulled the blanket back to see what was what. Laying there was a perfect 10 year old boy in his white BVD's, looking up at me with a somewhat blushed face and a smile as big as can be. "Do you think I'm good looking?" he asked. "Yes, of course" I said. "You're the most handsome boy I know. Why?" He looked down for a moment. "Some of the big boys at my school call me names and say I'm ugly," he said. I understood exactly what he was going through. I had almost the exact same thing happen to me before I met my older friend, David. Once he and I became good friends, all of that stopped. "They just do that because they are jealous of how good you look," I told him. "Believe me, they are so immature, all they can do is tear people down." Jimmie looked back up at me and smiled. I leaned down towards him and moved as if I wanted to kiss him. He took the hint and moved his lips up to mine. As soon as I made contact, our tongues were in each other's mouth doing what they do best. We kissed for a long time. As I kissed him, my hand moved down to cup his dick in his underwear and move my hand over it, up and down, while he moaned with each stroke. As our lips separated, we realized both of us were out of breath. We kept looking into each other's eyes as our hands roamed over each other. His small hand had gone down to my gym shorts and found the legs to be so loose, his hand could snake up to my balls and dick still in my underwear as well. He moved his hand up and down my cotton covered dick while I did the same to his. As I humped the air under the blanket and he humped beside me, we started to realize how much we liked one another. "Stop," Jimmie said. I was a little startled but stopped feeling him up. "What? I said. "Why?" He moved his hand to the sides of my shirt and started to pull it over my head. I leaned forward and helped him get it off of me. He threw it on the same pile with his shift. After he did that, he grabbed the top of my shorts and started to pull them down. "Lift up," he said meekly. I smiled and lifted my butt off of the couch. His hands slipped my shorts down to just past my knees. "There," he said. "That's better". We continued to fondle each other's dick through our underwear for several minutes, trying different strokes. I guess each of us knew what we liked by how many times we would moan when something happened. As I felt Jimmie's body start to contract and lift up I realized he was close to cuming. "Go ahead, baby," I said. "Let it go". With that, Jimmie started to almost cry and whimper as his dick started to shoot out goo in his underwear. His breathing went really crazy for a minute and he looked up at me with the eyes of someone who was in love. I continued to play with his dick as it never went soft. After a minute, Jimmie had started to relax and I pulled my hand out from his underwear. I put it in front of my face. "Yum," I said and started to lick the boy goo off. "Hey," Jimmie said. "Don't I get any?" I smiled at him. "Sure you do," I told him. "You know, eating this will...." "I know," he finished for me. "...make my dick bigger". His smile lit up the room. He licked his frosting off of my hand while I just watched this really neat boy feast off of his stuff. As Jimmie finished, he leaned over to me and pushed his hand again under the blanket. His form was now sitting on the couch, uncovered. His underwear was obviously soaked. I was as hard as a nail. "Now, where was I," he asked, with a wicked smile. He flattened his hand on my tummy and started to slide it down in the front of my white briefs. As his hand reached my dick, I groaned. "Let's see if we can do something about this," he said. He certainly didn't sound like a 10 year old. His hand gently grabbed my dick and started to move up and down. It was fantastic. Looking at my baby brother, sitting in his cum-soaked underwear on the couch, I knew I would not last very long. "Wow," he said. "It's really hard tonight". I smiled back at him and kissed the top of his forehead. His hand continued to move up and down until I knew it was too late. "Cuummming," I moaned as the orgasm started in my toes and came up both of my legs and out of my dick. I squirted four strong squirts of boy juice, one of them hitting the couch and two hitting Jimmie's face. As I came down from my orgasm, Jimmie was looking at me with his cum-covered face and his hand. He brought the hand up to his face and started to lick it. "Hey," I exclaimed. "Don't I get any of mine? You got plenty of yours". "Sure," Jimmie said. "I don't think you need it to make your dick bigger, though. It's perfect just as it is". While that seemed like an innocent comment, I wondered in the back of my head how he could compare it. How many dicks had he seen? I would have to get back to that question later. I started by licking the cum off of his face, with my lips going to his and gently kissing him with each lick. When I had gotten his face clean, I continued to his hand where I licked all the goo off. Both Jimmie and I pulled the blanket back over on our almost naked bodies and snuggled close to each other.