Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:16:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Stillman Subject: g/m adult-young friend "Bathing Robbie" Bathing Robbie By Timothy Stillman I'm babysitting a boy. His name is Robbie. His parents instructed me to give him a bath, but he is very shy, and starts crying every time I ask him to take off his clothes. He is 12. And himself, no one else. I say, "Hey Robbie...let's make bath time fun time." He'd not look at me. So, I'd kneel down and smile at him, gently lifting his chin, and saying "Hi Robbie," softly into his sparkly green eyes. "Robbie, you're a great kid. Don't ever forget it. I was always shy too." "You was, really?" I nod and say, "Here, Rob. Let me start the bath. Here's some bubble bath. Let me pour it in, kind of get you happy, ok?" He nods kinda. "Now I'll leave the bathroom and you undress and get in the tub and call me?" "You won't see me bare?" I promise, "Rob, no I won't. I stand outside door--hearing him-not peeking --he says shy and softly, "Come in now," as he giggles. I see him splashing round, putting bubbles on his little pert nose, in the tub, and playing with the pink bubbles. He smiles. I come to the tub, very slowly, as I kneel down, take the washcloth, lather it with soap and begin. And he closes his eyes and drifts dreamily. As he lies back. Content. As I wash him--his face, his chest, then his arms. He gives me first one arm, and next, the other, holding them up, and then, I ask, "Rob..can I tell you a secret?" He opens his now-drowsy eyes, and looks at me astonished a bit; this is a first--an adult telling him a secret. He nods and wipes some soap from his left eye. I tell him about my first discovery of jacking in the tub and how happy it made me. I am soft with him, rinse his hair, and shampoo it. He thinks of what I said. We skim the topic. He has wanted to, he tells me, but never really--well... His left hand, almost without his notice, goes to his hidden penis. He turns coy. He, all serious, and comical, asks, "Ah..could you maybe--show--" Then closes his mouth tightly. I take deep breath. With the cloth, I rub his hard nipples, then his abdomen, then his crotch. I put my hand to his penis. He shivers. I look at him. I say, "Well--I took the bar of soap and the wash cloth, and I rubbed myself, like this. I didn't know what would happen the first time. Just it felt so very good. Warm and soapy and wet." His body arrows up; his little penis is so hard, still partly hidden by the bubbles. He almost purrs. His face is so sweetly smiling. I ask, "Does that feel good?" Not answering, lost in himself, then, "Uh huh," as he raises his crotch out of the suds to see himself mighty and indestructible and hard as can be. He wants to make sure I am impressed. I make over him so much. I put my other hand under his tight little bum. I look at him. "Look, Robbie. You're all big and strong. And so very--well--just so very Robbie." And his body is all pink and warm and wet and slippery, as I lower him back in the bath. I rub his foreskin up and down, and he looks at it and me. I want to kiss him so much, but wait...this is all so tremendously new to me and I want him to know I love him, not just his body. The all of it is so tender and dreamy. He says, "Wow, it feels goooooddddd.." I say, "Robbie, do you want to feel so good you get so happy you think you'll float away into the sky?" He puts his hands to his penis and strokes it boldly, as he counters with, "Nobody can float into the sky. Silly." "I think you may be surprised." I tickle him. He goes all goofy at that; his body all trembly and Jell-O, then stiff arms and legs, giggling. I lean over and say, "Now, this is Robbie's penis. And this is Robbie helping me wank him off." He laughs at the silly word "wank" and says "wanky wanky" over and again, as I take his hand and put it on mine on his perfect little boy cock and we "rubadub" and he stretches his legs out real wide and long and starts the first orgasm of his life. He raises his body like a Robbie bridge. He sighs and makes muffled sounds to himself, tossing his golden head back. He closes his eyes tightly, face screwed up. I touch his penis, rub his hard nut balls, and he touches himself and he is, I am, rubbing his penis now so very fast and hard. He winces. As his whole body goes into paroxysm of joy and he sighs ands squeals. He is almost ready-its like a big tickle inside him all over him. I lean over and kiss his tiny lips. "The sky is up there waiting." He grins at me like he's never grinned, so first time ever proud of himself, at anyone before. It is the first time he realizes he actually exists and has a visage and a form and a self. He puts his arms round my neck and I hold him as we both wank his penis and he starts, this naked boy in my arms, to have his ball bursting orgasm. As he puts his mouth against my shoulder. He cries out twice, then pants "..It feels sooo goooddd..I'm up in the sky." His eyes open and for a second or two, cross. I feel his tense shivering body warm and wet against me, his tiny penis clicking one two three up to six times. I put my hand on his bum as his ass cheeks become tight as a drum. And he says, "Ohhhhhhhh lord...it feels so...." He gasps and shouts out loud. His penis is in a rage of dry cumming, in spasms, like it has a life of its own. And I lean over further and kiss him softly which he returns with such force; he is a little sex machine. And so warm and slick with bubbles and water and naked and hard and so very beautiful. He settles back in the tub. His chest is panting. His arms are quivering. And his face is so blissful, letting go the tightness of sex and relaxing into the arms of pure pleasure. "Sir?" he asks, "would you do that again to me? You know? Sometime??" He is so sweet and he blushes. I smile and trace his face with my hand. "Yes, Robbie, I'd like that." He hugs me. "You're the greatest boy who ever lived, Robbie. Don't ever let anyone tell you any different. Now lets get you out of the tub and dry you off. And then we'll play a video game together..." I pick him out of the tub, dry him off, kissing him all over, my little wiggle worm, and his little wiggle worm, sticking straight out again; then I start for his jammies, but he asks if he can be bare till his parents come home. I mull it over, hand to chin, and he looks at me in mock seriousness, standing there so cute, with the towel draped over his shoulders, his front bare, and his cock sticking out, so I take the towel off him, hang it on the shower bar, and pick him up again and run with him to his comp, as I shout, "Bare Robbie coming through--world--watch out!" He goes "wheeeee"--and says, whispers in my ear--"I love you"--and my cock is so hard as I whisper back, "Robbie, you've found a friend in me."