Eighteen Months with Rhett

By Earth-boy

Quick disclaimers:

Chapter 4. Rhett Gets an Education

My next two child minding sessions were much like the first. Among the changes was Mom driving me to their house. It just made sense: I got a ride there, Sabrina got a lift to their art club meeting, and I had a guaranteed ride home.

Sabrina was over-the-top enthusiastic the first time I showed up with Mom. “You won’t believe how much Rhett loved having Chad looking after him!” she told Mom. “It was all he could talk about the next day and every day he asked if he’d be back. And you saw how enthusiastically he greeted Chad when you arrived!”

Indeed. Like last week Rhett had been downstairs in the basement when we showed up, but as soon as he heard my voice he bounded up and launched into me with a boisterous “CHAD!” I gave him a big hug before setting him down again, and he was bouncing up and down all the time I was getting my boots and jacket off. I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation between Mom and Sabrina because as soon as he could Rhett grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs.

Suddenly I was struck with an uneasy thought: I really hoped Sabrina would have enough restraint not to tell Mom about me and Rhett sharing the bath. I didn’t think Mom would react well to finding out. But it looked the opportunity to let her know my concern was lost because she and my mom would be together all evening, I couldn’t think of a way to pull her aside without Mom wondering why.

I was saved when she came downstairs to give Rhett a hug and kiss good-bye. As soon as she stood up I was right beside her.

“Did you tell my mom about me and Rhett taking a bath together?” I asked urgently.

“No, I didn’t think it was all that important.”

“Please don’t,” I said. “I mean, mom’s not uptight about a lot of things, but I think if she found out I was getting, uh, naked with Rhett she’d be really concerned. Maybe you can guess why … er, ‘poofter’ and all that?”

Sabrina caught on immediately. “Oh, right! It just seemed so natural to me that Rhett would love you in the bath with him and I didn’t even think about how your mom would see it. Oh, she’d be mortified to think you were trying to make a boyfriend out of him. I’ll not breathe a word of it, and I’ll make sure Rhett doesn’t let the cat out of the bag either!”

“Whew! Thanks!”

“Of course. Now have fun. Rhett’s been looking forward to this all week! Bye-bye!”


This week and next were basically unchanged from the previous, except instead of child minder and child we became “big responsible friend” and “little enthusiastic friend.” We wrassled, played hide and seek, built a fort in the basement, and watched a couple of movies, Rhett cuddling beside me on the couch, my arm around him.

I joined him in the bath and we washed each other, and I carried him out because he liked me doing it and I dried him off. On my second visit I got dressed before I left the bathroom and Rhett pulled his naked in bed stunt again. Like the week before I got undressed as well and read to him, and at nine I put on my clothes, he put on his pyjamas, and I tucked him in and we kissed good-night.

The next week at bath time I got undressed with Rhett in his bedroom and stayed that way until nine. By then I didn’t have a problem getting naked with him for his bath and was even looking forward to it. Over those first three weeks we read though the first two chapters of The Elves of Forest Green. I encouraged Rhett to tell his mom about me reading to him, but asked him to leave out the part where we weren’t wearing anything.

As always Sabrina was ecstatic at how well we were getting along. She paid me thirty dollars in front of my mom at the end of the evening, but took to leaving a twenty dollar bonus under the computer keyboard. I wasn’t sure what she did for a living, but she must have made good money to be able to afford the house, feed and dress Rhett, pay for child care, and pay me.

Aside from spending part of our time together in the nude, Rhett didn’t do anything sexual for my first three visits. All that changed the night of Sabrina’s office party.


Friday the 19th of December Mom gave me a ride to Sabrina’s as soon as I got out of school. The party had started earlier, but she had to take a break to get Rhett home from child care. Between us we timed it almost perfectly: Rhett was barely out of his snowsuit by the time I arrived. Since Mom wasn’t going to be with Sabrina tonight, she didn’t bother coming in with me.

Sabrina was dressed for the party in a beautiful flowing green dress that wonderfully complemented her red hair, which she had curled to give it some character. She had on a sparkling necklace, large earrings, and had put on eye shadow. While she usually looked pretty good in her regular long casual dresses, in this outfit she was nothing short of stunning, even to a gay teenager.

A huge difference this time was the plan had me spending the night. Sabrina expected the party to run late, and I suspected she might also party hard and want to rest up before tackling Saturday. Along with a gaming console I had brought a sleeping bag, although I had no idea where I’d be putting it. Sabrina likewise had no idea at what time she’d be getting home; all she said was not to expect her up until eleven o’clock the next morning, and try to keep Rhett quiet until then.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about the sleeping bag,” she told me. “Rhett’s so excited to have you here on a sleepover and I’m sure he’ll want you with him. As always don’t be shy and go right ahead. The two of you are getting along so well, and thank you so much for being here so I can go to the party!”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” I replied. I admit I was also looking forward to being paid for nineteen hours from five that evening to noon the next day. She handed me thirty dollars for pizza and warned me not to give Rhett any cola unless it was caffeine free, lest he spend the night bouncing off the walls.

Her date/ride for the party arrived and she left after giving her son the usual hug, kiss, and admonishment to be a good boy.

“How late will you let me stay up till tonight?” was the first thing Rhett asked after his mother left.

I smiled and winked at him. “Your mom ordered me to give you a bath an hour early and get you into bed by 7:30.”

“No way!” he replied, responding with a grin to my obvious joke. “I wanna stay up to midnight!”

“Maybe not quite that late, but for sure no nine PM bedtime for you tonight.”

I set about getting my gaming console connected to the basement TV while Rhett looked through my collection of games for one to play. He chose a platform game in the style of Super Mario, and we settled down on the floor to play. It had been some time since I’d played it. Although I was more familiar with the levels, Rhett seemed to have a knack for the gameplay and we were pretty evenly matched. As usual, Rhett was right beside me on the floor so we could be touching. It caused more than a few missteps when a controller action when awry thanks to an arm accidentally being hit by the other kid.

At 6:30 I ordered the pizza. It took forty-five minutes to arrive and by the time it did we were starving. I started a movie to watch while we ate but we barely got into it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two small pizzas disappear so fast. But I limited us to only three-quarters of them, explaining we could eat the remaining pieces later. Remembering Sabrina’s caution about caffeinated drinks I limited our selection to ones without.

Rhett being Rhett burped loudly several times after finishing his pizza, and I played along while cleaning up from dinner.

Just as I setting up another video game Rhett popped an unexpected question. “Chad, do you masturbate?”

“What?” I asked in surprise. “Where’d you learn that word?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking at web sites about sex,” he replied.

“You have? I thought you had a web filter.”

“Yeah, and it sucks! Practically every site I tried to find out about sex was blocked. Mom set up Google for safe searching, but I found out about DuckDuckGo and it’s wide open. And it found some places that weren’t blocked.”

I agreed with him on content filters. My concerned parents had set one up on our home network to keep me and my sister away from unsavoury sites. What they didn’t know (at least I hoped they didn’t know) was how easy it was for a tech-savvy teenager like me to get around it.

“So, do you?” Rhett asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I wanna know.”

“Uh, more to the point, why the sudden interest? Why do you want to know?”

“Oh, something my friend George said last week. He said he saw his brother playing with himself and asked him about it. George said his brother’s dink was—”

I interrupted. “His what?”

Rhett thought for a moment, then continued. “George said his brother’s penis was really big. He asked Gary what he was doing and Gary told him it was something that felt really good and all big boys do it. You’re a big boy, so I thought I’d ask you.”

It struck me Gary must get along really well with his little brother to be so suave about being caught with his pants down. I’d be mortified if Charlene ever barged in on me while I was enjoying myself. And I wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

I also considered Rhett was just spinning a tale, but decided not press the issue. I smiled at him. “Yeah, of course I do it. Every teenager does, even the ones who say they don’t.”

“How do you do it?”

I stalled. I knew his mom said I could answer questions had about sex, but I was concerned Rhett would want a demonstration and that seemed like crossing a line. So I threw the question back at him.

“How do you do it?” I was expecting him to either describe his method or give me a perplexed look.

“Like this!” he replied, and dropped his pants right there. Pulling down his underwear, he took his penis in one hand and started pumping madly. I gaped. Sure, we’d been naked together before, but this was the first time I’d even seen him hard.

Damned if it wasn’t turning me on as well.

“Er, you should go at it slower than that,” I said. “It’s not a race.”

He took his hand off but kept his pants down. “Can you show me?”

“Uhh …”

“Mom said if I wanted to know about sex I could ask her or you. You’re here now.”

“Yeah … but your mom said ‘talk,’ not ‘show and tell’.”

A flash of disappointment crossed his face, but was quickly replaced with a glint of determination. “I’m showing you now. Can you show me?”

By now I was really hard. I could either give him a demo or beg off some private time. Given how close we’d become that wouldn’t be easy.

But this was Rhett! I was supposed to be taking care of him. Being horny simply didn’t seem to be a good enough reason to do something sexual. For me there was a time and a place to get my rocks off, and that was after I went to bed, at home. Not here with a child who’d been entrusted to my care.

“Chad?” I heard Rhett say again. “Are you gonna show me?”

“I—I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m thinking maybe you’re a little young for … this sort of stuff.”

“I’m not!” he insisted. “Mom showed me what sex was a few months ago, so I already know about it.”

“Okay, that’s good, so you don’t need a demonstration.”

“No, seems to me it’s like swimming. You can watch a lot of videos about it but they’re no good until you get into a pool and, you know, swim!”

That made sense. But a nine year old? I didn’t develop a serious interest in sex until puberty hit me at thirteen. Then again, maybe Rhett was making use of an available resource (namely me) to get answers to questions. I know when I was nine I thought there was no-one I could talk to about sex that I believed I could trust, although that was mostly my reluctance to approach my parents.

My mind was a whirlpool of confusion. I was hard and Rhett wanted to know how it was done. Opportunity was staring me in the face and I had motive. But another part of me was shouting not to do it: He’s just a little boy! Don’t encourage him! He should wait a few more years!

And then I remembered his mom saying, “He could use a mentor. At some point Rhett’s going to discover masturbation and will want to share. Just let him lead.” Leading he certainly was. What was unexpected was his interest had been piqued a few years ahead of schedule.

Yes, I could let him lead. Right now all he wanted was to know how a part of his body worked by getting me to show him. Like doing a cartwheel, or learning how to ride a bicycle.

“All right,” I said, evenly. “I can show you. But your mom told me that if we do any sex stuff you can’t tell anyone. Especially not your friends. But, uh, I’d really prefer if you don’t tell your mom either.”

“Oh, like I don’t tell her about you reading to me in bed and we’re not wearing anything?”

I was relieved to hear that. “Yes, like that. Now, it’s kind of cold down here. Let’s go up to your bedroom.”

“All right!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go!” He sounded like he’d just had a plan come off exactly as he’d intended. He pulled up his pants, and grabbed my hand and started for the stairs. I pulled back just enough to turn off the TV, and when I looked back at Rhett he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I only had to take one stop in his direction before he took off upstairs.

I made a side trip to the kitchen to get a couple of paper towels before going to Rhett’s bedroom. He was already on the bed, pants and underwear down at his ankles, a very eager look on his face and a very erect penis on show.

“First thing to know,” I told him, “is pretty much everything to do with sex is more fun when you’re not wearing anything.”

He grinned. “You mean I should get naked?”

“Yes!”

He wasted no time, quickly pulling off all his clothes and dropping them beside the bed. Seeing him naked and erect urged me on. I removed my shirt, pants and socks, and stood in front of him with my erection making a big tent in my underwear.

Rhett looked at the bulge in wonder. “It must be huge!” he whispered.

“It’s actually not that big. I’m only fourteen, and I think it will get even bigger in a couple of years. You wanna see it, right?”

“’Course I do!”

“Thought so.”

Having overcome my initial anxiety about doing something sexual with Rhett, I was now actually getting into it. I put on a little show by slowly pushing down my briefs, exposing more and more of my penis until I got to the tip and it bounced up. I got out of the underwear and stood as close to the bed as I could.

“Wow!” breathed Rhett. “That’s so neat! Can I touch it?”

“Go ahead. Don’t grab it though.”

Without hesitation Rhett curled his hand around my penis and ran it back and forth. “It’s warm,” he said. “And hard!”

He did it a couple more times, marvelling in its hardness.

“You gonna masturbate now?”

“I can. What do you know about it?”

“Well, it’s supposed to feel really good. I’ve tried a few times since I read about it on the computer, and one site said it’s supposed to feel like out of this world good. But it’s never happened for me. Is there something wrong with my dinky? Oh—my penis?”

I smiled to hear him correct himself as I’d taught him to. “I don’t think so. I think you were trying too hard and gave up too soon because you got tired or sore. I’ll show you how I do it.”

I got into his bed and lay down on my back. Rhett sat up beside with his legs under him so he could watch. He saw the paper towels.

“What are those for?” he asked.

“You’ll see in a couple of minutes. Just watch but keep playing with yourself, gently.”

Lightly I wrapped my hand around my own erection and started stroking. There wasn’t any need to do anything else like fondling my balls or stroking my anus; I was super stimulated as it was. I closed my eyes, partly so I could concentrate and not think about the fact my nine year charge was watching me. But boy was this exciting, and something I never thought I’d ever be doing, showing someone else how it was done.

I came in less than two minutes, a healthy serving of semen spraying out in three large blasts and about five smaller ones all over my chest and stomach. After it was over I lay still for about thirty seconds.

“Wow, that looked cool!” said Rhett. “That’s the stuff that makes babies, right?”

“You got it!” I said. “The proper name for it is ‘semen,’ but everybody just calls it ‘cum.’ You see, when it comes to sex there are different words for everything: the ones adults use when they teach you about sex, and the ones kids and even grown-ups actually use.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. But if you use the “correct” words in the schoolyard or when you’re talking to your friends, they’ll start calling you names because it sounds like you don’t really know stuff. So what happened just now is I had an orgasm, but people usually say ‘cumming’ or ‘I came’. And as you could probably tell, it feels really good!”

“It sure looked like it, yeah,” said Rhett with a smile.

“You got it! You see, sex is for making babies, but orgasms are what people want. It’s why we have them. Babies are a lot of work, so if making them wasn’t fun no one would have any.”

“So can I get orgasms?”

“Oh, for sure. But you won’t spit anything out like I just did because you’re not old enough. That starts when you’re twelve or thirteen.”

“So you say I can get them, but I don’t think I have. Why not?”

I thought for a moment before replying. “How long have you been trying?”

“About a week. Like I said, I looked for stuff on the computer, but it was pretty hard because Kid Kontent kept blocking most of the sites I found. But I found a couple I could get into and they said orgasms happened during sex and you could get them by masturbating. I had to look that up too. I tried lots and lots more sites because most of them were blocked. One place said something about beating on a cock. I knew that meant ‘penis’ so that’s what I tried. But it didn’t seem to work so I thought I’d ask you.”

I felt a little burst of pride knowing Rhett trusted me enough to ask me about sex, and for using ‘penis’ correctly. I was also a little surprised to see how persistent he’d been in the face of the internet filter.

“Well, you did pretty good on the computer for a nine year old, working so hard to get around the content blocker.”

“I’m almost ten now,” came the reply. “My birthday’s in February, so it’s only a couple of months away.”

“Well, what you did is still pretty impressive for a ten year old. As for playing with yourself, now I know why you were doing it so hard. ‘Beating off’ is one of the things kids say when the mean ‘masturbation.’ There’s lots of others like ‘jerking off’ and ‘spanking the monkey’—I don’t know where that came from. And as you could see when I did it, I got going pretty fast toward the end, but that’s because of the way the feelings were building up.”

“Well, I wanna know what it feels like.”

The horny little kid’s erection hadn’t gone down in the least since we started, so I knew he was off to a good start.

“Let’s give it a try and see if we can get you there this time. Here, lie down on your back beside me. Now, just put a couple of fingers lightly on your penis right by the head here—” I showed him using mine “—and slowly start moving them up and down.”

He started doing so, and it looked like he was actually feeling something. I sat up in bed to get a better view and continued the lesson.

“Move your foreskin up and down over the head … yes, like that. Some kids also like tickling their balls, too, or even stroking their rear end.”

Rhett first tried his testicles, then lifted one leg so he could get at his rear. I heard a soft moan when his finger crossed his anus.

“Now just keep going like that for a few minutes. Try speeding up a little and slowing down. You’re going to get a tingling feeling and it might even feel like you’re going to pee, but don’t stop. It means you’re getting there.”

I was starting to get hard again from watching cute Rhett really playing with himself for the first time. His breathing started to speed up. “Oh, I can feel some things now!” he said. “Should I keep going?”

“Of course! Trust me, you’ll know when you’re having an orgasm.”

By now I was fully erect as well and was stroking myself. I wondered if I would come again before he did. I deliberately slowed down, wanting to extend this out as much as I could.

A minute later Rhett was actively moaning. He increased his pace and put a second finger on his ass, continuously stroking it with both. Suddenly he cried out “Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!” and his hips bucked wildly. “Mmmmmmmmmmmph!” and he lay still, his eyes closed and his face a picture of bliss.

“Oh, man!” he said after he came down to earth. “That was the best thing I ever felt in my whole life!”

“Amazing, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Wow! Now I know why people do it. I’m gonna do this every day from now on for, like, forever!”

“Go right ahead. It’s not like you can wear out your penis. But if you do it too much it could get sore for a few days.”

“Thanks for showing me all that! It was fun!”

Seeing how much he’d enjoyed his first real orgasm, and hearing his gratitude for me teaching him how to get there, gave me a warm glow. Perhaps I’d done the right thing after all.

“You’re welcome, little buddy. What do you want to do now?” I pointed between his legs. “I mean, aside from that?”

Rhett put on a big smile. “How’d you know that’s what I was thinking about?”

“I just introduced you to your new favourite toy. You probably won’t think about anything else for the next week!”

He laughed. “Probably not!”

“Oh, something else,” I added. “You should only do it when your mom thinks you’re sleeping or you’re sure she won’t interrupt you. For some reason parents get weirded out if they catch their children doing sex stuff, even by accident.”

Rhett took a few moment to absorb that. “Oh, okay,” he said once he’d sorted it out in his mind.

“All right,” I told him, “let’s put our clothes back on and go watch a movie or play some more video games.”

I was rather surprised by his next question, although I shouldn’t have been. “Do we have to get dressed?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I like it when we’re naked, like in the bath and when you read to me. It just feels good.”

Yet another “tell” he was gay. Or maybe he was just a budding nudist. But he said he liked being naked with me, not really at any other time.

“Well,” I said, “the house is a bit chilly for running around in the nude. I don’t want to warm it up because your mom didn’t give me permission to adjust the thermostat.”

“The what?”

“It’s something you use to make a house hotter in the winter and cooler in the summer.” I figured it wasn’t a good idea to let Rhett know it was possible for him to control the heating. “But like I said, I can’t change it because your mom didn’t say I could. So we’ll get cold if we don’t put anything on.”

Rhett had an obvious solution. “How about a blanket?”

“Great idea! Tell you what—let’s watch a movie upstairs. It’s warmer up here and we can sit on the couch under a blanket like you suggested.”

He was all smiles at that. We abandoned our clothes to the bedroom and went out naked to the living room. I was very happy to see the living room window, plainly visible from the street, was equipped with a good set of drapes. I drew them closed. As usual, Rhett found a movie while I searched out the linen closet and retrieved a large blanket. We set up the movie, then sat down on the couch and I wrapped the blanket around us. Rhett snuggled right into me. It was beautiful, feeling his nice warm bare body on mine, and his long hair on my shoulders.

About half way through I remembered the uneaten pizza remains. I paused the movie and got the pizza and some drinks from the kitchen, more than a little self-conscious that I was doing it in the nude. I wasn’t used to it, especially in someone else’s house. Back under the blanket we slowly munched on the lukewarm pizza while the movie played on.

Some time after the pizza was done I felt a small hand go around my penis and start stroking softly. I got hard almost instantly.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” answered Rhett. “I wanted to feel you get hard. I’m hard too; do you wanna feel it?”

It occurred to me that until now I’d never touched his penis with my bare hand, only with a sponge when washing him.

“Do you want me to?”

“Of course!” He found one of my hands, grabbed it, and put it into his crotch. For sure he was hard. I ran my fingers all over it and his small testicles while Rhett made some quiet moaning noises.

It was amazing how good he was at pushing my boundaries. I hadn’t really considered doing this with boys my own age, although that was mostly because I didn’t know any who might be interested. Yet this curious boy, fully five years my junior, was fondling my penis just as casually as if he was brushing his hair. We carried on like this for maybe five minutes.

“Rhett, maybe we should stop. Any more and I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to get the blanket messy.”

“It’s fun, though, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, I’m really enjoying it. But like I said I don’t want to make a mess on the blanket.”

Rhett made another sensible suggestion. “Paper towel?”

That convinced me—he wasn’t going to stop until I’d come. “Don’t go anywhere!” I told him, then even more self-consciously ran to the kitchen to retrieve some paper towels. Back on the couch we got together again, except this time I just put the blanket on our backs without wrapping it fully around us. I put the paper towels where I hoped they’d catch my inevitable emission.

Rhett started again, holding my foreskin and deftly moving it back and forth over the head. I was too far gone to even think of doing anything to him, but I saw him take his own penis in the other hand and start on it. He played with my member until I was overtaken with a powerful orgasm. I managed to catch almost all of it on the towels.

“You liked that, didn’t you Chad?” asked Rhett, beaming.

“Did I ever! Where on Earth did you get the idea?”

“I just thought about it while watching the movie,” he explained. “I figured if I could get an orgasm by stroking my penis, the same thing would happen if I did it to yours.” He flashed a grin. “I had one, too.”

“Well it worked.” I stopped the movie; there was no point trying to finish it now. “It’s almost ten o’clock. Should we take a bath and go to bed?”

“I guess so,” Rhett replied. “You’re going to sleep with me tonight, right?”

“Well yeah, if you want me to.”

“Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”

Why not, indeed! I had Rhett put the DVD away while I disposed of both sets of paper towels, carefully burying them in the kitchen garbage. I folded up the blanket and returned it to the closet. Since we were already undressed, we just headed to the bathroom. I started the bath, and we peed together in the toilet as we’d taken to doing the past couple of weeks.

We’d already come twice that evening, so the bath wasn’t at all raunchy. We did the same as always, with me carrying him out of the tub and drying him off. This time I got a hairbrush and spent an enjoyable couple of minutes on his long hair, which he seemed to like.

Back in bed, still undressed, we read through all of the third chapter of The Elves of Forest Green. When it was done I was ready to go to sleep and figured Rhett was as well, given it was two to three hours past his normal bed time.

“This is the part where I normally tuck you in,” I said after putting the book down. “But I guess I don’t need to do that tonight.”

“No. Can we sleep naked?”

I was expecting him to ask but still had to think about it. “You know, I’d like to, but what if your mom checks on us when she gets home? She said we could sleep together, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thinking about us doing it in the nude. I don’t know how she’d react. She might ignore it, or she might get really mad at me and I’d never seen you again. Would you want that?”

“No!” came the emphatic response.

I had a thought. “I’m guessing your mom won’t be home until one o’clock at least, probably later. Tell you what. I’ll set an alarm on my phone for shortly after midnight. We can stay naked until then, but when the alarm goes off you have to put your pyjamas on and I’ll put on my t-shirt and underwear. Okay?”

“Okay,” came the reply. I could tell Rhett wasn’t enthusiastic about it. I wasn’t either.

I got out of bed to retrieve my phone and set up the alarm. That done, I found our sleeping clothes and put them under our pillows so we wouldn’t have to search for them it the dark. Finally I switched off the light and got back into bed with Rhett under the covers. He put his arms around me right away. I did the same to him.

“I really like you, Chad,” he said.

“I do too, little buddy. You’re the greatest kid I ever met.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Good-night, Rhett. Pleasant dreams.” It was our little bedtime ritual, except this time we hadn’t dressed and I was in bed with him.

He returned my kiss. “Good-night, Chad.”

We fell asleep. Neither of us was happy to hear my phone’s alarm sound at 12:10. We reluctantly put on enough to be decent, then returned to each other’s arms. I didn’t really like the clothes between us and I was certain Rhett didn’t either. I waited until I was sure he was sleeping before untangling ourselves, then turned so my back was to him before slumbering off again.


I awoke in the morning to Rhett spooning me from behind. Between his pyjamas and my underwear I couldn’t tell if he had an erection, but I certainly did. I pulled down the front of my undies to let it free and played with it a while, but not seriously enough that I’d cum. After two orgasms the night before even a horny fourteen year old can hold it in the morning.

Rhett was still sleeping. I wondered about waking him up or letting him sleep before realizing I didn’t even know what time it was. I could see no light through the closed window shade, so the sun was not yet up. I found my cell phone and checked it: 6:30 AM. Aside from the midnight interruption to get dressed, I’d been sleeping for seven and a half hours. A bit light for a teenager, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Stuffing my penis back into my undies, I carefully got out of bed and gathered up my remaining clothes. I glanced down to the other end of the hall toward Sabrina’s bedroom and saw the door was closed. I carried my clothing to the bathroom, closed the door and relieved myself before getting dressed.

Returning to Rhett’s room, I settled down on his bed but on top of the covers while he slept beside me. Suddenly the memory of what we’d done last night came back with a vengeance—I had acted out with a vulnerable boy like a sex-crazed teenager! I was familiar enough with the second part, but doing it with Rhett? Okay, he’d asked me. His mom had even implied I could things like that with him. Still … maybe that first time I was being a teacher, but what about the second time when he actually started in on me?

It seemed somehow inappropriate to be ruminating on this in Rhett’s bed with him beside me. So I left his room and headed to the basement, where I lay on the couch and thought some more. I realized I’d enjoyed it both times. No surprise: I was gay and what we did fit right in with that. But was it a bridge too far? Had I had risked my wonderful, almost carefree relationship with Rhett for a few minutes of pleasure? The more I thought the fewer answers came to me …

I was jolted awake by a hand insistently shaking my shoulder. Rhett was standing there, still in his pyjamas, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“Why are sleeping down here?” he asked.

I rubbed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair, mostly to make some time to come up with a plausible explanation.

“Uh, I woke up a while ago,” I said. “It was still pretty early and I didn’t want to wake you up, so I thought it would be best if I came down here instead. I guess I fell asleep again. What time is it?”

“Don’t know.”

I looked for my cell phone but couldn’t find it; I’d probably left it behind in his bedroom. I wanted to get Rhett’s thoughts about last night, but if it was close to eleven o’clock there wouldn’t be enough time.

“Do you want to have some breakfast?” I asked. Going upstairs would give me an opportunity to look at the kitchen clock, and breakfast would be welcome in any case.

“Yeah.”

“What do you normally have on Saturday?”

“A bowl of cereal and some orange juice.”

“I can handle that. Do you usually eat breakfast in your pyjamas or do you get dressed first?”

Rhett put on an innocent smile. “How about naked?”

Despite the thoughts on my mind I managed to laugh softly. “Not this morning, little buddy! Your mom’s home. She wants us to be quiet until she gets up. How about you get dressed while I get breakfast ready? We’ll bring it back down and eat it here.”

“Sure.”

Much to my relief the time was shortly before ten. I sent Rhett to his bedroom to dress for the day while I prepared two bowls of cereal and two glasses of orange juice. Back down in the basement, while we ate I started talking. Now awake and getting some nutrition, my mind was clearer than before.

“Are you okay with what we did last night?” I asked Rhett.

“Sleeping together? Sure, I really liked it!”

“Uh, no, that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m thinking about, well, showing you about masturbation, and watching the movie naked, and playing together while watching it.”

“Oh, that was fun too!” he replied without hesitation. There was no hint he even wondered why I was asking; it seemed to me that for him it was just another question. “Can we do it again the next time you’re here?”

I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to say yes and I wanted to say no. My next scheduled visit was New Year’s Eve, a week and a half away. Truth be told, I was hoping he’d simply forget about it.

So I opted for a completely non-committal “We’ll see.” I added, “Remember what I told you last night about not telling mom or your friends?”

“Yeah.”

“Please don’t,” I said firmly. “It’s a little hard to explain, but we actually shouldn’t have been doing that. It’s like, you know, when your mom says you shouldn’t go to the park but you sneak off anyway, and she doesn’t figure out that you disobeyed her. So best not to mention it, right?”

“Oh, I won’t!” he replied. “I wanna keep you as my babysitter.”

Between Rhett being comfortable with last night’s fun and his strong assurance he’d keep quiet, my anxiety pretty much disappeared. With that out of the way, I set up a slower paced video game that we could play quietly.

Shortly after eleven I heard sounds from upstairs indicating Sabrina was now out of bed. I decided it would be best if we stayed downstairs until she called for us, which didn’t happen for another fifteen minutes.

“Remember,” I whispered to Rhett just before we headed up, “don’t say a word about the stuff we did last night! All we did was play video games, watch a couple of movies, take a bath and go to bed.”

He smiled back at me, almost slyly. “I won’t!”

Even after a night of partying Sabrina still looked pretty good. Her hair was rather unkempt and she was wearing a simple house robe instead of the longer dresses she preferred, yet she was quite awake and cheerful, a tribute to her sunny personality.

She gave Rhett a big hug when we got upstairs, which she probably did every morning, and said “Good morning!” to me with a bright smile. About the only thing different about her that I noticed was she didn’t speak as fast as usual.

“I know I had a good time last night knowing Rhett was being well looked after,” she said. “How about you two?”

“Oh, yeah, it was great!” said Rhett. That was an understatement.

“I’m so glad to hear that!” She launched into a description of the office party, most of which I couldn’t follow because I didn’t know any of the people she was talking about. I excused myself to collect my console and games and retrieve my unused sleeping bag. Seeing them, Sabrina recalled she was paying me only until noon. After a quick discussion we decided to let her stay at home with Rhett, so I called my parents for a ride.

Sabrina asked, “Next Wednesday’s off of course—it’s Christmas Day—but are you still okay with looking after Rhett on New Year’s?”

“Of course,” I said. “I promised I would, and I’m sure you’ve made plans around it by now.”

“I did, but right now they’re only tentative, and I thought I’d confirm you’re still available before I commit.”

“I am, for sure!” What could be better than another night with Rhett?

I found out the Monday after Christmas.




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Created on 2020 July 5 at 05:33