Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:56:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Charles Rascal Subject: Babysitting the Pastor's Twin Boys I have always loved boys. Even when I was a boy myself. The first boys I ever had were when I was a babysitter for our pastor and his wife. I was thirteen, finally, finally hitting puberty. I thought I would never catch up with the other boys in my class who had what seemed like gigantic cocks, pubic hair, hair under their arms, and, when they weren't looking, strong smells in their underwear or jock straps, smelling just like my dad's underwear. It drove me wild, as wild as I could get before I was able to get erections, real ones, and all the other stuff the boys talked about all the time. Once I crossed that magic line and began to get hard-ons, leak cum at night, began to get little hairs in those special places, I went crazy. I masturbated at least two times a day, sometimes three or four, and I never ever did it enough. The pastor had two sons. Funny thing was, they were only two years younger than me, identical (and drop-dead gorgeous) twins, but they still had me as their babysitter. Believe me, when we worked this all out, there were no complaints on either side! And, how shall I say this, when I babysat with them, I didn't have to masturbate. The boys took very, very good care of my 13-year-old cock. Very good care of it. And, I'm pleased to say, I did some reciprocation. I was standing with my mom after church one Sunday when the pastor's wife asked my mother if I could babysit. Mom said I had never done that before, but that I was a good boy. I felt strangely excited. First, I had the hots for our pastor who seemed to give me special attention. He was always patting me on the head, or rubbing my shoulders, or gently patting my butt. I would think of him, imagining him naked (it was always his face and my father's body, as he was about the only man I'd ever seen naked), and I would play with myself, whispering, "Kiss me, Pastor, kiss me," and cum in a Kleenex, panting afterward, thinking of touching him. Since my father had a big cock, and I often saw it good and hard, when he got out of the shower, as, I later discovered, the shower was one of his favorite masturbating places, I could imagine the pastor with a big thick hard cock too with lots of pubic hair and big balls, like my dad. The fantasy got the pastor all mixed up with my father and I sometimes would sneak a pair of my father's dirty briefs from their clothes hamper and smell them while I jacked off. It was all wonderfully confusing and so, so hot. I even began going into my parents' bedroom when I was home alone after school and carefully taking a pair of my dad's clean briefs out of the drawer and hold them around my cock while I masturbated, very careful not to get cum on them. After I calmed down, I'd open them up, turn them inside out, and wipe just the tiniest bit of cum deep in the pouch where I guessed the head of his cock would be resting. Then I smoothed them out and placed them back in the drawer. This got me so hot I had to find a pair of his dirty ones and chew on the insides of his pouch, smelling and licking and sucking on the smelly stained cloth, shooting my load all over the bathroom floor. Oh, it was so fucking hot! Second, when the wife asked my mom, I thought of her two boys and how cute they looked in their shorts, long sox, and dress shirts and ties at church. Sometimes, they would sit with me, one on either side, and they would rub their legs up against mine, innocently, I suppose, but it got me excited. One day, one of the boys, Teddy, looked around behind us and on either side, then he reached over and felt my bulging crotch. I gasped a little and pushed his hand away and looked down at him. He smiled up at me, a grin on his face, and while still looking at me, he felt me up again. This time, I didn't stop him. In fact, I moved my legs slightly to release my hard-on, and put my arm around him. He rubbed me a little and left his hand there, just sort of holding on. The other brother, Bobby, looked over and slapped his brother's hand and also looked up and grinned. Then he reached for my package and felt it. He leaned over and whispered, "I think you're as big as Daddy," and I almost came right there in my briefs. So, the thought of being alone with them, in their own house, all of us in T-shirts and shorts, while their parents were gone for a few hours, was exciting. And, of all things, I would be paid for it! I had learned to tell the boys apart because Teddy had a small mole on his forehead, right above his right eye. There wasn't much else that distinguished them -- that is, until I saw them naked and found out they were easy enough to tell apart since one was circumcised and one was not. It sounds strange, I know, but it was their father's idea when they were first born, of course, and he was already planning on a nice life with them when they got old enough. After my parents had drilled in me how to handle a babysitting job, I arrived at Pastor Brown's house a few minutes before I was due. It was only a couple of blocks from my house, so I walked over. It was still daylight. I figured the Pastor would take me home, but I had forgotten to say anything. The boys answered the door, jumping up and down like tiny kids and calling out my name. "Charles! Charles!" they shouted and Mrs. Brown appeared, smiling but shaking her head. "Boys!" she said. "Charles may run away." She smiled. They grabbed my hands and took me into the living room where we sat down. Bobby jumped up on my lap -- though already eleven they were fairly small for their age -- and Teddy snuggled up against me. I tried not to get hard, but it was pretty difficult. They smelled of soap. Both boys' hair was slicked down and they were in pajama tops and shorts and barefoot. Ummm, I remember thinking, they are so cute! Soon, the pastor came downstairs, dressed in a beautiful sweater and dark slacks, looking even sexier than he did in church. God, I hoped he didn't see my hard-on, especially since I was going to be left alone with his two little half-naked boys who had already rubbed my crotch, right in church. "Charles, now make them behave," he said, wagging a finger in their direction. "Prayers and a snack by 9pm," he said. I nodded. "OK, sir," I said. In a rush, they were out the door and the boys pulled me to the couch. One of them looked out the window and said, "They drove off." Immediately, they began touching my crotch and Teddy reached for my zipper. "Charles, raise up," he said, and I did so. "Are you sure they're gone?" I asked. He nodded. "But let's go upstairs," he said. "That way, if they come back we'll be up there." I let them hold my hands and take me up the stairs, my shorts unzipped. I felt hot on my cheeks and neck. I didn't understand what was happening, but I was excited. They led me into their room. "Lie down on the bed," Bobby said. What little soldiers they were, giving commands! He reached once again for my zipper and giggled. "Oh, it's already done." He then reached inside and felt my cock from the outside of my briefs. "Oooh, it's big," he said. Deciding it was too much work, and impatient, I guess, Teddy said, "Charles, get up and take off your shorts. I want to see your penis." "Your cock!" said Bobby. Teddy gave him a glare. "Daddy said not to use that word when he wasn't around, Bobby," Teddy said, then looked startled at what he'd said and gave me a sly smile. "Yes, babysitter, let's see your... your... cock!!" I stood up, put my fingers in the band of my shorts, and slid them down. They fell to the floor, leaving my white briefs and my T-shirt. "Take off your shirt!" Bobby cried. I did. "Take off your underwear!" Teddy cried. I did, slowly, sliding them down so that, first, the top of my pubic hair ("Oooh, look, Bobby, pubes!") showed, then the top of my downward-bent hard cock ("Teddy! Look! His cock. Hurry up, Charles, hurry up!") appeared, then, an action that made the boys gasp, the cock popped out and stood erect, straight in front of me. Bobby reached for it. I smiled. Man, this was some babysitting job! "Lie down, Charles," Bobby said, patting the bed, as if I didn't know where I was supposed to go. I lay down, and opened my legs a little. What happened next shocked the hell out of me: Bobby scooted over to me, took a hold of my cock, kissed the end of it, and began sucking on it. "Jesus Fuck!" I cried, and Teddy said, "Charles, you said a bad word!" But, not to be outdone, he began feeling my balls while Bobby continued to suck. I closed my eyes, and felt for, then began rubbing the boys' heads. Sounds of soft moaning was coming from both boys. The next sound was not so expected: "What the hell is going on here!" My eyes jerked open in time to see Pastor Brown dash in to the room. I scrambled for the head of the bed, away from him, as he grabbed both of his boys by their hair. "What the fuck are you doing!" I should have been shocked to hear him say that, but I was too scared to think. Here I was, trusted to be the boys' babysitter, and, instead, I was naked and letting them play with my cock and balls. The boys were on the floor, one on either side of the bed. I didn't even know if they were crying or hiding or blushing or what. All I could think of was the pastor who was walking up to the head of the bed. He stood over me, at the side of the bed, and said, in a husky voice, "Charles, unzip my slacks." "Sir?" "You heard me. Unzip my slacks." I did so. "Now, reach in and get a hold of my cock and pull it out." I started breathing heavily. I did as he told me. It was big, and warm, and hard. And it had a smell, but I liked it. It had an odor that was like nothing I'd smelled before except when I smelled my dad's underwear. It was a strong, sexy smell. I finally managed to get it out of his pants. "Now, my little bitch, do to me what my son was doing to you - suck my dick!" I did, tentatively, afraid this was some kind of trick, then when he stood there, beginning to make loud breathing noises, I knew it was for real. Oh god, I thought, it tastes like that smell. It made me so hot. Who would have thought that a dick where the piss comes out and that is inside underwear all day long would have a smell that I loved so much, that made me eager to smell it even more and taste it even more! It was huge! "Suck on it, boy," he said, in that husky voice again. I opened my mouth and took the head in. Wow, it tasted all smelly and funky and I loved it. I actually licked it, just like I'd lick an ice cream cone (but, as much as I loved ice cream, this was better!) In and out, in and out, the head went in my mouth. He rubbed the back of my head, slowly caressing me. "Boys," the pastor said. "Watch closely and you'll see your father pump a load of jizz into Charles' mouth." "Oh, daddy," I heard Bobby say. "It was my turn to get your jizz. My turn!" "Don't worry, Bobby," the pastor smiled. "I have a feeling you'll get a lot more jizz from now on. From me and from your new babysitter." As I sucked on him, surprising myself by taking more and more of his big cock in my mouth, I felt something wonderful and strange. Doing my best to look down without missing a moment of servicing my pastor, I saw one of the boys - I couldn't even tell who it was, only that he was a slender, naked boy -- doing the same thing to me. It wasn't long before both the pastor and I pumped loads into eager mouths. I had no idea I would love babysitting so much! I even thought of a slogan for my new occupation: "Babysitting sucks!"