Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2024 23:18:07 -0500 From: Brendan BM Subject: Big Kyle's Awakenings - Chapter 9 - Oliver 1 INTRO If you're reading this, you know Nifty is great so help support it: https://donate.nifty.org/ Everything in this series is fiction. It never happened except in my imagination. I do not condone anything illegal. Feedback and suggestions are welcome. brendan.ian.b.m @ gmail.com -brendan ***** CHAPTER 9 Veterans Day was on a Friday. My mom decided to fly to Vegas for the long weekend with a couple of her friends. Even though I was 13, she insisted I have a babysitter. I tried to find a friend to stay with but no luck. I begged her to let me stay home alone. She refused. So she found this neighborhood kid named Oliver, a 12th grader, to watch me. His older brother Isaac had watched me when I was little and was fine. But Isaac was in college now. Nobody really liked Oliver. He was really arrogant. He made sure everyone always knew how smart he was and was constantly belittling people. When I was younger, he was always calling me an idiot skater and a dumbass when I was skating or biking around the neighborhood. I never saw him hanging out with friends of his own. I didn't see him much anymore but I didn't forget. I'd heard rumors that Oliver was either gay or bi. I also had a friend tell me to be careful around him. He wouldn't say why but he grabbed his crotch as he issued the warning. Oliver was moderately good looking but he was so arrogant that i was never attracted to him. Although nobody liked Oliver, my mom and his mom were friends and they were going to Vegas together. So this was probably his mom's way of keeping him under control under the cover of giving him a chance to earn money.. Moms are sneaky like that. But that wouldn't keep him out of trouble. Oliver's mom dropped him off at my house on Friday afternoon and picked up my mom for the airport. Oliver seemed as embarrassed to be there as I was. He was surprisingly polite. We hung out on the couch each of us on our phones. After an hour or so, I told him I was going out to skate a little while before the sun set. He asked where the bathroom was so he could take a shower. I told him it was the second door on the right, just after my bedroom. I mentioned that he would be sleep in there on a cot. "It's probably a fucking shithole," he said. I glared at him with dismay. This was the asshole Oliver I was used to. I wasn't forward to a long weekend with him in my own apartment. I went outside and grabbed my skateboard from the porch and started skating down the street. A few minutes later, I felt a vibration on my cell phone. It was the camera in my room. I had a camera that I sometimes used to stream but also had set an automation to detect motion when I wasn't home, so I could know when my mom was snooping around my room. I stopped and fished it out of my pocket. When I opened the phone and the cam app, my jaw hit the ground. The live video showed Oliver in my room sniffing the boxer briefs I'd worn yesterday. He was shirtless and had his right hand down his gym shorts rubbing himself. My hand immediately went to my own crotch and stayed there for several seconds until I remembered I was in the middle of the street. So I turned around and started skating home, while trying to watch my phone at the same time. I got back home. As I got back on the porch, I noticed in the video that he'd grabbed another pair of my dirty underwear, turned it inside out and was smelling the back side, where my ass crack had been. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly. He lowered his gym shorts revealing his own pair of briefs. They were white with some kind of character on them. i was shocked to see a 17 year old with cartoon undies. I quietly opened the front door, entered and closed it. I could hear him moaning from down the hall. I closed the camera app and locked my phone so it didn't make any noise. I slowly tiptoed across the living room, into the hallway and to the edge of my bedroom door. I peeked in and he was moslty facing away from me. But I could see he now had my cum rag in his mouth: a black pair of briefs I didn't wear any more. I hadn't washed it in ages and it was badly stained from countless loads. He had one hand fingering his crack and the other stroking furiously in front. I quietly walked in. "What the fuck are you doing perv?" (to be continued)