By Earth-boy
Quick disclaimers:
- This story contains descriptions of sex between teen and pre-teen males. Do not read if you’re under 18 or it is illegal where you’re living.
- Copyright by the author. Do not upload to pay-to-view sites.
- This story is fiction; references to individuals are coincidental.
- No children or teenagers were harmed in the creation of this story.
It was December with snow on the ground the first time I went to their house. Dad gave me a ride. Normally mom would have driven me because both she and Sabrina attended the Wednesday evening art club meeting for which I was being hired as a babysitter. But Murphy’s law kicked in that day when Mom came down ill with something; she’d spent much of the day in bed with a bad headache and by evening still wasn’t feeling well enough to venture out.
Dad choose not to come in with me; he just dropped me off and drove away. I went around to the back door as I had been asked to, and was met there by Sabrina. She was shorter than I had expected, about my height, slender but not overly thin, with an amazing mane of red hair. She was wearing a long pleated dress.
“Hi, Chad!” Her face was bright and enthusiastic with an infectious smile. “I knew it was you because your mother sent me a picture on FriendBean. Come in! Rhett’s downstairs right now and I’ll get you up to speed before I head out.” Her effusive style set me at ease immediately.
Rhett didn’t stay downstairs. No sooner had his mom and I started talking than there came a thunderous commotion on the stairs as Rhett bounded up. He was quite a sight: a small boy with hair as red as his mother’s, well brushed but it looked like it hadn’t been cut in months. I was sitting on the steps leading up to the kitchen, taking off my winter boots. So he was standing eye to eye with me, sizing me up as his companion for the evening. His light green eyes were inquiring and mischievous, and it looked he was trying to determine how much fun I might be instead of how much hell he could put me through.
I smiled as broadly as I could and said simply, “Hi Rhett!”
To my relief he smiled back. More like grinned, actually. “Hi!” he replied with the same enthusiasm as I had put into my greeting. “You’re my new sitter, right?”
“Got it one, kiddo!” I replied, giving him a thumbs-up. He returned the gesture.
“Yes,” said Sabrina, “This is Rhett, and Rhett this is Chad, your minder for the evening. You’ll have lots of time later to get to know him better and we have a few things to talk about first, so maybe can you go back downstairs or do something in your room?”
“Okay!” came the reply, and he scampered back down to the basement the same way he had come up.
“So that’s Rhett,” said Sabrina. “As you can see he’s a bit rambunctious but then what nine year old isn’t? Just put your boots on the mat there and you can either hang your jacket up in the closet or just drape it over the end of the banister.”
I decided it would reflect better on me if I put my jacket neatly away in the closet, and did so. Sabrina invited me into the kitchen and offered a seat at the table.
“Can I get you something to drink? I have milk apple juice orange juice ginger ale and Sprite.” That’s how she said it—the gal talked at a mile a minute. “I don’t like giving Rhett caffeinated drinks because they send him into overdrive and I can also make some tea or even a coffee if you want.”
“Water’s all right with me, thanks,” I replied.
“Water it is!” She opened the fridge and pulled out a carafe of filtered water. Finding a glass, she filled it and returned the jug to the fridge. “I prefer to filter the water.” She set the glass down in front of me on the table, then sat down across from me. “Did you know the city gets its water from wells? There’s all sorts of strange things in it and I don’t like the chlorine they add.”
“Ah, right,” I said, trying not to commit to anything.
“Anyway, I’ll tell you why I think you’ll make a great minder for him—your mom told me you’re gay.”
Unfortunately for me at that moment I was taking a sip of the water. I almost choked on it, because until now no one had ever used me and “gay” in the same sentence and I wasn’t at all used to it. Sabrina scarcely paused, and certainly didn’t wait for a confirmation.
“So you’re probably wondering why on Earth I’d want a gay teenager as a child minder for my son. Long story short is I’m pretty sure he is too, although he’s too young to know it right now. He just doesn’t seem to ‘click’ with female minders, you know what I mean? I’ve also had a couple of boys look after him, and Rhett got along with them much better but one boy stopped after two visits and the other one after the first. When I asked them why they didn’t really say, although the second one told me Rhett did stuff that made him uncomfortable.”
At this point she actually paused, expecting me to pick up on the obvious question of “what?” So I did. “What did he do?”
Sabrina smiled, almost conspiratorially. “Rhett told me he wanted to compare ‘dinkies,’ as he put it. He just pulled his pants down to show them what he had and asked them to do the same. He also said they weren’t any fun because they didn’t want to get into the bath with him—something he never asked the girls to do. Now I’m guessing those boys were straight and were probably really scared they’d be arrested and end up on some sex offender list, so as soon as they could drop me as a client they did. So here’s the deal—you being gay means he’ll have someone to play with who won’t get spooked the first time he wants to do sex stuff with you.”
By this time I had put the water down so I wouldn’t choke on it. I was glad I did. It took me some time to process everything she said. Eventually I said, “Uh, I thought I was going to be a babysitter. You know, stop him from burning the house down and getting him to bed on time.”
“Well, I need that for sure, but Rhett could use a mentor and a friend to help him with his sexual orientation and education.”
“Wait, you want me to teach him about sex?”
“Oh, no, no, he knows what sex is—I showed him basic human reproduction a few months ago so he knows how babies are made. If he ever asks anything along those lines feel free to answer instead of telling him he should talk to me. But like I said it really looks like he’s gay and I’d much rather he learn about that from someone he likes and trusts rather than the nasty stuff boys say in the schoolyard. I want him to learn that sex is fun and being gay is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Now my head was spinning. This was like nothing I’d ever heard of before! Just to be sure my brain wasn’t playing horrible tricks on me, I asked, “So what do you want me to do? How should I go about it?”
Obviously she saw how nervous I was. “Just let him lead. I’ll have no problem with the two of you getting naked and playing ‘doctor’ if that’s what he wants to do, and if you two get along and you’re willing to be his minder for the next while, well, at some point Rhett’s going to discover masturbation and will want to share. As for other things, don’t push him like you would, say, help him improve his top score on a video game, but the main thing is don’t be scared like the other boys were! Answer any questions he has and if he wants to try doing stuff, go ahead and do it.”
“But what if he tells kids at school, and they talk to their parents? I’m only fourteen—I don’t want to get busted for doing stuff with him!”
Sabrina actually had to think about that for a moment. “Rhett may be a bit hyperactive, but he’s not a bad boy. You should tell him that sex stuff is just between you and him and he shouldn’t tell his friends about it. I’ll tell him he can’t talk about his babysitters at all, and if anyone asks he should tell them, ‘Mom says she doesn’t want me to talk about when she’s not home because she’s afraid someone will break into the house and steal things.’ That should cover it.”
I finally regained enough composure to smile a little. Despite the really weird and almost overwhelming conversation, it was difficult being nervous in the face of her bubbly and up-front approach. “I thought parents weren’t supposed to teach their kids to lie.”
“Who’s to say it’s a lie?” She grinned. “Like, if I was in a gang that found out a house was being watched by a fourteen year old poofter and his little boyfriend, I’d start planning a home invasion!”
She laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh with her. Despite the fact she called me a “poofter” and implied Rhett was already my boyfriend when we had barely met. Of course it was in jest. Maybe. Perhaps the “boyfriend” part wasn’t?
She continued. “As for more practical things, baths and bedtimes should be enforced. I give him a bath every night before bedtime—he actually likes them and he’ll probably try to get you into the tub with him so if you’re okay doing that go right ahead! Bedtime’s going to be tougher. He’ll test the limits of course and while he’s supposed to be in bed by 8:30 you can ‘reluctantly’ stretch it to nine. Just remember he’s got school tomorrow—same as you, I’m sure—and I’d prefer him to get some sleep. If he pushes back hard you can sweeten the pot by suggesting you’ll let him sleep naked; for some reason he thinks he has to wear pyjamas to bed even though I couldn’t case less what he wears. If he asks, you can join him in bed wearing as much or as little as you want, but not less than him. The point is to get him into bed. Try reading him a bedtime story—he likes The Elves of Forest Green.“
“Yeah, I think I handle that,” I said. “I really don’t have much experience as a babysitter putting kids to bed, but I’ll try to get him into bed by nine.”
“The important thing is you try. You may not succeed the first night, but if you stay on he’ll probably get more compliant as time goes on. Oh, my cell phone number’s on a note on the fridge and on the back of the note is the password to my account on the computer. Rhett’s account has child restrictions turned on and a web filter. As you’ve probably figured out I cut Rhett a lot of slack as a mom, but there are things on the net I don’t want him seeing yet—mostly hate and violence—and I’ll be blocking sex sites for a while yet. So that means you shouldn’t be surfing porn until after he’s in bed!”
“Uh,” I replied, “no way I’ll be watching porn on your user ID. You’d start getting really weird ads.”
She burst out laughing. “If you’re watching gay porn on my user ID, I’d probably get ads for cute guys. Works for me!”
I laughed as well. “I’ll keep it clean. If Rhett suddenly asks you something really off the wall, he won’t have gotten in from me or a site I visited.”
“Good thinking. Well, like I said, have fun and don’t get spooked if Rhett flashes you, and if asks you to join him in the bath don’t be shy—take your clothes off and jump in! I need to get my things together now and my boots and a jacket, so why don’t you go downstairs and get acquainted with him? I should be back by 9:45 but the meeting might run late.”
“Will do. And it’s nice meeting you, miss … er, missus …”
“Oh, just call me Sabrina!”
“All right. Sabrina. It’s been nice meeting you, and I think me and Rhett will get along okay.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will. Like I said, he likes boy minders better than girls, and I think you’ll be more comfortable playing with him than the other boys were.” (I noticed she said “playing with” rather than “looking after.”) “So go on down now while I get ready to go out. Oh, he’s a pretty active boy and he’ll probably want to get into a wrestling match first thing. I hope you’re up to it!”
I slowly headed to the basement, trying to be quiet so I could take a couple of minutes to process the information deluge Sabrina had just dumped on me. I also wanted to observe Rhett for a bit before making my presence known.
Even to my inexperienced eyes he looked younger than nine; if I was forced to guess I would have started at eight. He was dressed simply in a dark blue pull-over long sleeved shirt and long brown corduroy pants, green socks on his feet but no shoes. And his red hair was long. Like, really long. It looked like it would fall nicely between his shoulder blades when he stood up.
He was playing with a big toy truck, pretending he was driving in a crash-up derby. Lots of smaller cars were being run over. “Vroom! Rar rar rar rar … scree! Bang!” One car out of the ring, and he turned the truck’s attention to another one. Contrasting his rather calm play with his mother’s effusive approach, I wondered which of them was truly the hyperactive one.
Rhett was still going at it when Sabrina came downstairs, wearing her jacket and boots. She noticed me simply observing her son and gave me a encouraging smile. She went over to Rhett, got his attention, and knelt down in front of him.
“I’m heading out now, dear. I think you’re going to like Chad. Be a good boy for him, will you?”
“Yeah, mom, I will!” I wondered if he said the same thing for all his previous minders as well.
Sabrina gave her son a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before rising up. As she passed by me on her way up the stairs, she said, “Good luck Chad, and I think he will be a good boy tonight.”
“Thanks,” replied.
Upstairs I heard the back door close, and we were alone together in the house. My first job as a babysitter had officially begun.
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