Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 17:32:53 -0400 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Babysitting Oscar (gay/adulr youth, oral anal, m/M, m/b) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2010 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Babysitting Oscar By Wolf They called me Rick. I think I was a pretty normal twelve-year- old boy from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, when a Jewish neighbor family two houses down the street asked me to babysit for their nine-year-old son. I would go to their house whenever Mr. Feinberg and wife wanted to go out for the evening. The boys name was Oscar. He was average sized for his age, on the skinny side. His passion was for watching pro wrestling on television. He would get very excited when ever the villain would do something illegal. After the program was over he would want to wrestle me. He would want us to strip down to our underwear, because that was as close as we could get to looking like the 'Speedos worn by the wrestlers. I noticed that any time I let him pin me on the floor he would hump me. It was far too sexual not to be deliberate. After we were sweaty he would pull out his little dick and show off how hard it was. I was proud of how much I had developed the past couple of years. I would one up him by pulling out my own dick. It was a good six inches long when fully erect. It had a lot of veins coursing up to the head of my dick. I had also grown a nice patch of dark brown pubic hair around my dick and balls by that time. (I was destined to become a very hairy man.) He would get very shy at the sight of my dick. He would tell me that my dick was even bigger than his Dad's. I didn't think much about his reference at the time. I had seen my own father's dick many times. Mr. Finberg also asked me to come over on Saturdays and wash his car. I was happy to do so for the extra spending money. I had been washing his car for months, when one day his wife was way from home on business. She was a regional representative for 'Mary K products. She was provided with a pink Cadillac to drive. Oscar was at baseball practice. There was just the two of us at the house. I was washing the car on the driveway in the back of the house as I usually did. Mr. Finberg came out into the back yard in only his boxer shorts and a sleeveless 'T'-shirt. I had always noticed that he always had a 5:00-clock shadow on his face and had a lot of chest hair sticking out of the opening of his sports shirts before. Now I could see a lot of hair and he even had hair on his shoulders. There were even some hairs sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts. He told me that his car was making a funny noise in the front. He wanted to check under the car for the noise. He lay on his back under the car and asked me to jump on the bumper to help him locate the noise. While I was standing on the bumper I saw that his legs were spread open. I could see his hairy balls and soft cock through the open fly of his shorts. (I'm sure now, that he set the whole thing up.) He was telling me dirty jokes while I was jumping up and down on the car's bumper. All of his jokes had to do with sex, some of them even jokes about men fucking each other. When he announced that he had found the problem, he crawled out from under the car. As he stood up his cock flopped out of the open fly. He saw that I was looking at it. He invited me into the house. I followed him in and he led me to his son's bedroom. He retrieved a box from the master bedroom along the way. While we sat on the edge of the bed he showed me the collection of pornographic magazines he had. He sat up long enough to remove the 'T'-shirt before he sat behind me. He was leaning over my shoulder while I flipped through the pages. I was shirtless, and I could feel his hairy body pressed against mine. Feeling his fuzzy body rub against me was a big turn on. There were a lot of pictures of women sucking cocks and a lot of fucking. There were a variety of pictures of women getting cocks shoved up their asses. I had a raging hard-on by that time. There was no mistaking it because my sorts were tented up so much that the zipper was being tested. Mr. Finberg placed his hand on the front of my pants and rubbed my boner for me. When I didn't resist he knelt in front of me and unfastened my shorts and pulled them down. I could see his cock hanging out of his boxers and it was getting hard. He was jacking me off for a short time before he leaned over and started sucking my cock. I could not believe it when he swallowed my load of cum. I had thought cum was something nasty. While my cock was going soft he rolled me over onto my tummy on the bed. I could not believe it when he spread my butt open and spit on my asshole before he started licking my asshole. He used his finger to push his spit into my asshole. I felt him press his full body weight on my back as he shoved his cock into my asshole. (He had the perfect dick for a pedophile. It was not any bigger than my own, and the circumcised head was a nice round bulb. It hardly hurt going in.) He fucked me for a long time. When he shot his load of cum into my asshole it got very slippery before his cock got soft. It felt great with his hairy body rubbing on my back. When he was finished he cleaned up my butt before I put my shorts back on and went home. I was looking forward to having sex with him again. It was not until we had the house to ourselves again before he took me into the master bedroom and fucked me on the same bed he fucked his wife on. He placed me on my back and took hold of my ankles and lifted them up over his shoulders as he shoved his cock into my butt. I found it very erotic whenever he would pull his cock all the way out of my ass, because it made a popping sound, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle. While he was fucking me I grabbed a couple of hands full of his chest hair as he came in my ass. I think he got nervous about getting cough and stopped inviting me in. It took me awhile to realize that he was probably fucking his 9- year-old son. I bed his son's bed had a lot of cum stains on it. That was why his son was so sexually charged up when I sat for him. One of those times when we were wrestling on the floor he tried to stick his little cock into my butt. He missed, but managed to stuff my briefs between the cheeks of my butt. I turned him over and pulled down the back of his briefs and spit on his asshole before sticking my dick in his ass. Oscar lay there moaning while I fucked him. (Now that I look back on it, he enjoyed it to much for a virgin.) After that night any time I sat for him, I fucked him and we took turns sucking cock. He was too young to cum but he did love having his cock sucked. Now as I look back on those days I would pay to have watched Mr. Feinberg fuck his son. I often jack off to the memories of the first time I was fucked by a man. Any time I see a youngster that is rubbing the front of his pants I would love to show him what sex is all about. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com