Date: Sat, 12 May 2018 11:29:37 -0400 From: hello frodo Subject: Gas Station Babysitter # 01 | (gay, adult-youth) My mom used to work the evening shift at a gas station a few miles away from our house. Babysitters were expensive and hard to come by in our area so most of the time, if I wasn't busy with school or tee-ball, I would go to work with her. Most of the time I just sat in the back office, spinning around in the manager's swivel chair and entertaining myself in whatever way I could. The situation could've been much worse for me if my mom worked in a bank or an office building - but lucky for me, she worked in a place that sold candy and snacks 24 hours a day! On the days I went to work with her, Mom would always bring a load of notebooks for me to doodle and write in. I loved trying to draw the superheroes and brand mascots on food and drink labels, plus I liked writing because my handwriting was getting better every day. My mom normally worked her shift alone, but sometimes the owner's son Rajeesh would come up and help on busy days. Rajeesh was the only Indian person that I'd ever met and I always thought he was very interesting. He was 25 years old with pretty tan skin and deep green eyes. He had a light, black, stubbly beard which I thought made him look like a really cool supervillain. He was really really tall too, probably 6'4" or so. Whenever he would come and work with Mom, he'd buy me a few bags of candy from the counter which made me like him even more. Every time Rajeesh was there at the store with me, I was really happy and excited. Mom seemed to like working with him too because he did a very good job of cleaning and helping customers. There was this other guy who came into the gas station a lot just because he liked talking to my mom. He was tall and bald with pasty white skin and tattoos all over his arms and neck. I didn't really like that guy very much because he kinda scared me, but my mom was always smiling when she talked to him so I guess I didn't know what to think, really. He would always ask her out on dates and then she would blush and say something like, "I don't really have the time," or, "I dunno..." I could tell that she really wanted to go out with him and I knew i was the reason that she couldn't. Sometimes I'd feel bad about stuff like that but if I ever brought it up to Mom, she'd just say, "Don't worry about it sweetie," and kiss my forehead. After school on Friday, my mom picked me up and we headed to the gas station for her shift. Rajeesh was already there when we walked through the door, smiling and wiping down the counter. His flannel shirt had two buttons unbuttoned and I noticed how much hair was on his chest. It was insane! I instinctively reached up under my t-shirt and felt my own chest, which was completely smooth and bare. I wondered what it felt like to have a bunch of hair all over your chest. I decided that it probably felt pretty good; plus, you could play with it if you wanted to. My mom was too busy clocking in and getting ready for customers to notice that I'd been staring at Rajeesh for a pretty long time now. He didn't seem to really notice either; although I did notice him glance over at me a few times, I looked away real quick so I'm pretty sure he didn't notice. His chest wasn't the only thing that was hairy. I noticed that his arms were a lot hairier than most adult men I knew, too. His hands were large and callous, probably three times the size of my own, proudly boasting a wedding band on the fourth finger. His flannel shirt was tucked into a pair of khakis that fit his body really weird. They seemed like they were the right size... except they were a little too short so they exposed his ankles and lower calves a little bit. There was hair all over the place down there too! I was really obsessing over how different his body was than mine when he shuffled over to me quietly. "Hey buddy," Rajeesh spoke quietly as he kneeled down in front of me. "Here's something for you, okay buddy?" He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two packs of tropical Starbursts. Extending his hand towards me, he offered me the sweets which made my face light up instantly. I grabbed them out of his hand with super speed and put them in my own pocket. Rajeesh chuckled a little bit and started standing back up. I noticed that there was a weird bulge in the front of his khakis and for a second I even wondered if it was just a bunch of hair under there. He continued working and I went back to doing whatever bored children do in the back offices of gas stations. The mystery of the bulge still intrigued me, though. Every once and awhile I would peek out from the office door to the counter where Mom and him worked, trying to see if the bulging shape was still there in his pants. I couldn't always see his pants from a good angle, but I think it was there the whole time! In an explosion of curiosity, I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Moving quickly, I removed my jeans and stood in front of the mirror wearing my shirt and Finding Nemo undies. I stretched out my undies' waistband and looked down into them. "Definitely no bulge and definitely no hair here," I confirmed to myself. I decided to take off my shirt too so that I could see my chest. Yep, even now - wearing only my cartoon underwear - I couldn't detect any hair on my body whatsoever. Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee so I shifted from the mirror over to the toilet. I sat down on the toilet and peed sitting down. My mom always peed that way and I didn't really have a "dad" around to teach me about manliness, so that was the way I liked to pee too. I pulled my underwears down past my knees and to my ankles, revealing my uncut kiddie-size weiner and tiny prepubescent balls. I plopped down on the seat, aimed my wee-wee down towards the toilet water, and let go. "Being shirtless and pantsless in a public bathroom feels so good," I thought to myself for a second. As the last bit of pee was dripping out, I decided to also strip off my socks and shoes just to see what it felt like. I stood up, allowing my undies to remain bunched up at my ankles as I kicked off my sneakers and socks. I was now almost entirely naked, save for the undies that laid around my ankles. I wanted hair on my body so bad. Well, I mean, any hair would've been really cool, but I mostly just wanted hair on my chest like Rajeesh. In my childish naked state I began to daydream about Rajeesh's hairy chest again, and without thinking, began rubbing my young boyish nipples. It felt so good and I loved the feeling it gave me. I noticed that my little weiner was starting to swell up just a little bit. It was getting bigger and it felt so good in the moment! I rubbed my nipples even faster and puffed my torso outward like I was presenting my nude body to the closed door as a sex toy. All of the sudden, I heard the doorknob turn. The lock hadn't completely stuck, so it quickly popped back into the unlocked position. Panic swept over my young, naive mind as I realized there was no chance I could get dressed again before the door swung open. My pants, socks, shoes, and shirt were strewn all across the bathroom floor and the undies worn down past my knees proved that I was up to something weird. I fumbled for one of my socks as the hinge creaked and swung open. Rajeesh's body entered the bathroom halfway and then froze. His eyes were glued to me and my nakedness. It seemed like he couldn't even move. I was so deeply embarrassed about being caught doing weird stuff in the bathroom by Rajeesh, but at the same time I thought there was something exciting about him staring at my smooth, naked body in the gas station toilet. I was frozen still too; my little willie was totally exposed in a weird way that it'd never been exposed before. I was even more shocked when I saw Rajeesh continue past the doorframe into the single-person bathroom with me. He cleared his throat awkwardly, quickly stepping up on his tippy-toes and right back down again. He looked me dead in the eyes and asked, "Do you care if I use the bathroom buddy? I have an emergency." I didn't even respond, I just nodded. What else was I going to do? I was too nervous to even continue getting dressed again at that point, so I stayed naked in there with him next to me. Rajeesh began to stride over towards the urinal positioned behind me. As he passed me, he extended his large friendly hand out above my head and tussled up my hair playfully. I looked at his khakis and noticed the bulge again... only bigger this time. After a few seconds of awkward interactions, I realized that I needed to get dressed as quickly as possible and get the heck out of the bathroom. I slipped both of my socks on very quickly, though they were somewhat damp now after landing upon a small pool of water on the bathroom floor. I jerked my undies back up to my waist and desperately grabbed for my pants. I thought I heard Rajeesh giggle when I did this but I'm not really sure. I got the pants on after a few seconds and began fumbling my way into my shirt as well... the last piece of the puzzle. The shirt was a little bit damp too but I didn't really care - I needed to get out of there! Once I was fully dressed again, I turned around and started B-lining towards the door until I heard: "Hey, hey, hey, Colby." I turned back towards Rajeesh, who still stood in front of the urinal. What was he going to say? I was so afraid that I might get in trouble that I couldn't focus very well. When I looked back, he gestured with his pointer finger for me to come over. I shuffled over towards the man at the urinal with a considerable feeling of guilt and anticipation. I walked up and stood right next to him on the left. He put his hand on my right shoulder and began unzipping his khakis very slowly. "Hey buddy, what are you doing in here?" he inquired politely. I mumbled a little bit but realized there was nothing to say. I just sort of shrugged my shoulders and stayed quiet. He giggled a lot and continued on, "Hey, there is nothing wrong with being naked, right?" A giant cheeky smile spread across his face and I realized that I wasn't going to get in trouble for anything here. After unzipping the khakis, he followed by unbuttoning them as well. This made me really nervous and I wanted to leave again. He lifted his shirt just an inch or two, exposing some of his dark olive tummy - which was just as covered in hair as the rest of his body. He grunted a little bit and I tried to look away, but couldn't. He folded his buttons apart and spread the fly open wide, revealing a pair of red boxers underneath his pants. My heart was pounding and I felt my lil' weiner start to stiffen up a little bit (again.) Pausing with his fly spread open and boxers exposed, he looked down at me again - gazing directly into my eyes - and spoke in a gruff, quiet voice: "I really like being naked, too, Colby." With this statement, he spread apart the flap of his red boxers as well. He reached into the flap and fished out a humongous weiner that looked absolutely nothing like mine. Hair was sticking out from the edges of the flap in all directions - thick and wiry black hair that looks totally different from any type of hair you'd see on someone's head. His weiner was way, way darker than mine too but that made sense because his skin color was just darker in general. The size of his thing was gigantic. I think it was probably 4 or 5 times bigger than mine, maybe. It was so thick that it looked heavy; especially so because it flopped out from his boxers so quickly, pointing down into the urinal. My eyes were glued to this grown man's penis, and he was looking right back down at me to acknowledge it. He grunted pretty quietly and then suddenly, pee began to trinkle out of his huge thing. He had more skin on his weiner than me, because the skin on his weiner stretched over the top of his helmet. I could smell the pee he was draining into the toilet as he did his business. I broke my fixation on his giant penis to look up at him for a second - only to notice him staring right back at me with a gentle smile. I smiled back, knowing that something weird and secretive was going on without fully understanding. His stream started growing weaker and eventually it ended. Then he gripped his weiner firmly and shook it up and down a few times. Little drops of pee were flying everywhere, landing against the urinal walls (and a little bit onto the floor.) As he finished up his business, he continued standing there with his thingy proudly sticking out. "Do you like the way my thingy looks?" he asked me with a very serious expression. I nodded quietly and gazed back at him with the childish lust which started to confuse and overtake me in this public gas station bathroom. He went on, "My thingy is a lot bigger than yours because it is a 'cock', not a little boy penis. You understand, boy?" I nodded again, my tiny kiddie bulge becoming increasingly obvious, even underneath my denim jean pants. He placed his hand atop my head and tussled my hair once more, following up with a proposition: "Buddy, why don't you take your wee-wee out again? And we'll compare the size difference between you and me, ha-ha!" I was hesitant but curious, so I did what I was told. I dropped my pants down to my ankles, then my undies. I was wondering if my mom knew where we were or how she might react to the situation. I was once again standing with my exposed 9 year old penis presented ever-so-clearly in front of Rajeesh. He smiled and turned slightly left so that we were now facing eachother. My little weiner was probably 1" long, although maybe it was closer to 2" or something. Our height difference made it so my wee-wee was at his knee level or so. His big thingy was lazily hanging out and facing me, at about neck-level. Rajeesh stooped down onto one knee so that our weiners stood next to eachother at around the same height. He turned his body and nudged his left side against my right. He grabbed ahold of his big penis and held it straight out. "Do what I'm doing," he urged me. I did as I was told, again. My penis was about 1/4th the size that his penis was. He chuckled aloud, saying, "Kid, put your clothes back on. You don't have a cock yet, for now you're just stuck with a little boy's wee-wee." He gestured for me to get dressed quickly and did the same. "Wait a minute or two before leaving behind me," he said as he slipped out of the bathroom and back to work. Instead of getting dressed, I decided to sit my bare butt down on the cold bathroom floor first. It felt good to make my butt feel so weird. Eventually, I left the bathroom and went back to the office, where I daydreamed about Rajeesh's wee-wee - or, "cock," as he called it - for a few more hours. It was about 8:00 PM now and, like clockwork, my mom's favorite customer walked in through the door to talk to her and buy some stuff. She was obviously flirting with him and he was obviously flirting back. I thought for a second about how much of a pain I must be to my mom. She always smiled whenever she talked to him but nothing ever came of their charming verbal flings. I walked up to the counter to get a better listen at their conversation. "Please, Gwyneth, just one night! You can call out, just say you're having a personal emergency. You never spend time on yourself!" said the bald man to my mom. She sighed and looked around, considering his offer. After thinking about it for a moment, she snapped out of her fantasy. "No, no, no, Michael. I just can't, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I've can't just leave little Colby alone at home and its incredibly difficult trying to confirm an appointment with a reasonably-priced babysitter to take care of him - I'm sorry, Mike, I really am... but I just can't." My mom had a sorrowful look in her eyes and the bald man was obviously trying to scheme up any way possible by which she might be able to go out with him. Rajeesh was busy preparing some hot foods and wiping down counters, but he reached his neck back and jutted in, "Hey, I could always watch the boy." His huge grin seemed so innocent that its almost like nothing had even happened in the bathroom. "I dunno, Raj..." my mom started, slowly trailing off into silence as she spoke. The bald man had a gleeful optimism in his eyes that infected the entire room; next, I started getting excited thinking about sleeping over at Rajeesh's and all of the cool things that I might see or do over at his place. The bald man's gleeful eyes prodded an interjection, "Gwyneth! Take this man up on his offer. He works hard as hell here, just as hard as you do, what reason could you possibly have to distrust him or remain unsure about this?" She quietly reasoned with herself for a minute or two. A deafening silence struck everyone in the gas station as she pondered and thought through everything in her head. She went through all the possibilities in her mind; the pros, the cons, the emergency situations. The bathroom incident had made me so beyond-excited about spending time with Rajeesh that it felt like two decades had passed before she finally reached her decision. She sighed and looked at the bald man with a very slight smile and said, "Okay. Let's do it." "Tomorrow?" the bald man asked, obviously eager to do sex stuff with my mom. "Tomorrow night," she smiled and subtly blew a kiss toward him. She turned to Rajeesh next, confirming, "Are you sure that you're available to do this? Or that you even want to do this? I can pay you a little bit, but I'm not sure about average rates in th-" Rajeesh laughed just a little bit. "Ms. Gwyneth, Ms. Gwyneth, please. Don't worry. I will not charge you to watch your son. Just please consider helping me if I ever need it, okay?" Mom didn't want to accept charity favors from a co-worker. "Raj, I'm not going to leave you hanging. I've got a little bit of cash and-" Rajeesh interrupted again, this time a bit more seriously. "Gwyneth, go tomorrow. Drop Colby off at my house in the afternoon before you leave. I'll let him stay over, I need to use some of my old camping equipment anyways, okay? Just drop the boy off in the afternoon and we'll have a sleepover." "Yeah!!!!!" I interjected. I just couldn't help myself. "Okay..." My mother admitted defeat, finally accepting Raj's suggestion. Little did she know that her decision that night would make such a profound impact on her son and his future behavior as a hypersexual boyslut.