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.
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- This story is fiction; references to individuals are coincidental.
- No children or teenagers were harmed in the creation of this story.
By the beginning of April we’d established a routine that would last into June: arrive, see my mom and Sabrina off, get naked, wrassle a little in the basement, have sex in his bedroom, enjoy a bath together, reading in the nude, dress and put Rhett to bed, then wait for our moms to return and get a ride back home. Sometimes the sex was lower-key than other times, and a couple of times we just lay on his bed relishing each other while our hands roamed all over our naked bodies. I gave him two more massages and he gave me two as well.
On the Monday before the second Wednesday in April Mom approached me with an interesting idea.
“You’re probably aware that our club does a couple of weekend retreats a year,” she started out.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile. “You usually disappear for the weekend leaving me at the mercy of my evil ogre Dad and Charlene, the Wicked Witch of West.”
“Careful, there!” Mom responded with a smile of her own, “or I just might decide to drag you along with me. How’d you like to spend the weekend cooped up in a hotel surrounded by twenty women recovering from winter seasonal affected disorder?”
“Yikes! I think I’ll take my chances with the ogre.”
“Wise choice! Anyway, the retreat runs from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. This year’s is happening not this weekend but the next, so that’s about a week and a half from now. Previously Sabrina’s only been able to join us starting Saturday afternoon because she’s had too much trouble arranging child care for Rhett. This year’s different, though. She’s always going on about how well you two have hit it off together, so I want to pitch an idea to her this week. You’re turning fifteen in three months, and I think you’d be able to handle looking after Rhett from Friday through Sunday.”
I almost didn’t hear the rest of it. Friday night, all of Saturday plus Saturday night, and most of Sunday too? Just me and Rhett? Had I managed to capture a leprechaun and use up all three wishes at once?
Mom continued. “Now, given that we’re talking nearly 48 hours, I don’t want to suggest she pay the full hourly rate. That would cost her substantially more than the retreat itself. But I was thinking something more modest, perhaps two hundred dollars. I know she can afford that.”
Two hundred dollars? I’d do it for free; looking after Rhett was a joy, not a job!
“… and I can help with meal plans and precook-cook something for dinner on Saturday, so all you have to do is heat it up. And of course Dad or Charlene can help if you run into something you can’t handle. What do you think?”
Of course I’d made my decision even before Mom had stopped talking. But I put on a little show of thinking it through. “Yes, I think I can do it. I should be able to find time to get my homework done while Rhett’s sleeping, and I’m sure we can find things to keep him occupied on Saturday.”
“Sounds good! Now, this isn’t certain yet because I have to bring Sabrina up to speed on my idea. But even if she wants to do only the Saturday/Sunday part of the retreat and skip Friday evening, I’m sure she’ll want you to look after Rhett overnight on Saturday.”
Mom talked to Sabrina that Wednesday, and as soon as they got back to Sabrina’s home that evening we knew it was a go. This was a win for all of us. Sabrina and Mom could travel to the retreat together; by tradition it was happening in a smaller city about an hour’s drive away. Sabrina got to attend the entire retreat, secure in the knowledge her son would be well looked after. And Rhett and I got to be together for almost two whole days straight.
The following Wednesday, the one just before the retreat, Rhett was almost bouncing off the walls for joy. His mom had dropped the news on him that afternoon and he was over the moon happy at the idea we’d be together for almost the entire weekend. I was looking forward to it as well.
When Sabrina and Mom got back that evening, we met in the kitchen for nearly an hour to go over details. There I learned Sabrina’s day job was a project manager for a business in town, and she was good at it. To her, having me look after her boy for a weekend was a little project that could benefit from her planning skills. This was a big thing for a fourteen (almost fifteen) year old to be taking on. As Mom pointed out, I was going to be more like a father for two days instead of a babysitter for two hours. I was going to be responsible for Rhett’s well-being and discipline all that time.
And so it was that on Friday at 6:00 PM Mom and I arrived with more than just my gaming console, games, and decoy sleeping bag in my backpack. We had a precooked casserole Mom had prepared for dinner on Saturday and numerous pages of instructions: meal plans, proposed activities with a timeline, emergency telephone numbers, discipline guidelines in case Rhett became incorrigible, and a list of web sites with child minding information. There were the usual hugs and kisses good-bye (only for Rhett, fortunately,) a chorus of “all the best,” reminders for both of us to be responsible, and our moms were off to the retreat.
Rhett and I were naked almost before Mom’s car was out of the driveway.
The weekend was a total blast! I wasn’t really a nudist (although I was now sleeping naked,) but we did as much as we possibly could without clothes on and within touching distance of each other. We played games, watched a couple of movies, and prepared and ate meals all stark naked, and of course took baths, had sex, and slept together that way as well. Even getting Rhett to do the little bit of homework he’d been assigned was easy. Even grade 5 students were assigned homework, although there was very little of it. Sabrina had always made it a point to set aside Saturday morning before lunch for homework, since it got that task out of the way and freed up their afternoons to go out. So I simply sat down with him at the kitchen table (naked, of course) and I worked on mine while he did his.
Saturday afternoon was the main exception. Sabrina had strongly recommended we head outside and do something to get Rhett to burn off energy, or he’d be awake half the night and then be all out of sorts on Sunday, which could even extend to Monday and disrupt his schooling. While his home was in a residential neighbourhood, there was a good shopping mall a kilometre and a half away. Sabrina had planned for this and provided cash for lunch. We walked there in under twenty minutes, enjoyed lunch (fried chicken for me, hamburger and fries for Rhett,) and walked around the mall a couple of times, visiting shops.
On the way back, following a suggestion Sabrina had made, we took a small detour to a playground where I encouraged Rhett to play on as much of the equipment as possible. For such a little kid had an enormous amount of energy and nearly ran me ragged. With my phone I took pictures and video of our play to give me pictures of him, and of us together, that I didn’t have to hide away from prying eyes. Three hours after leaving home we arrived back.
We got naked again and I made supper: casserole, an already prepared potato salad, ice cream, and non-caffeinated soft drinks. After supper and clean-up I took him downstairs, primarily for a wrassling bout and to play a little on his model railway.
When we’d done those, I asked, “Do you remember what I said the first time I was here? About what I’d do if you didn’t want to go to bed by 8:30?”
“No,” was the reply. I wasn’t surprised.
“I told you I’d hang you upside-down from the rafters. You said it sounded like fun.”
“Oh, yeah! It does sound like fun!”
“Well, guess what I brought with me? Some rope!” I’d found it in the garage last weekend while helping Dad with a cleanup. It was a nice rope, actually, not too thin like twine nor too thick like a tow rope, and long. I hadn’t measured it, but it was probably around forty feet (twelve metres) in length.
“Cool! Let’s try it!”
I turned on some more lights and started recording a video on my phone. It took a couple of tries to figure out how best to string him up. Using a towel to protect his ankles, I bound them with the rope. Then I looped it over an exposed water pipe in the ceiling and got Rhett into a headstand. Once his legs were in the air I carefully hauled him up until his head was clear of the floor, then quickly tied the rope to the leg of the chesterfield. Fortunately it was heavier than he was and held him in place.
Hanging upside down like this, Rhett’s long hair fell away from his head instead of over it. “Hey!” I told him. “I can see your ears!”
Rhett giggled. “Yeah, most of the time they’re covered up by my hair.”
“You know,” I added, “I just realized something. I’ve seen more of your rear than I have your ears!”
We laughed.
“Cross your arms over your chest,” I told Rhett, and he did so. I gently pushed him on his shoulders to start him swinging.
“Whee!” he cried. We spent a couple of minutes swinging him back and forth.
“Now,” I said, “here’s the part where I tickle you to death!”
“No!” he cried, but with a grin. “I told you before I’m not ticklish.”
I tried though, drumming my fingers all up and down his sides and chest. I dug lightly into his ribs and armpits. Apart from when I ran my fingers across the soles of his feet, which wasn’t easy because they were close to the ceiling, he did not react very much at all. “You really aren’t!” was all I could say.
“Told ya so!” he said. “Can you let me down now?”
“Sure. Put your hands on the floor to hold yourself up while I untie the rope.”
Fifteen seconds later he was back down on the floor. He tried standing up but immediately sat down again.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “That feels freaky!”
I stopped recording. “Well, you just spent a few minutes upside down. Your body’s still redistributing your blood. Give it a minute and you’ll be all right again.”
He was. When he’d recovered, he said, “My turn!”
“What? You want to hang me upside-down?”
“No!” he grinned. “Argh, matey! Dread Pirate Rhett has just captured Captain Chad! Tell me where the treasure is!”
We hadn’t played this game before, but it was obvious what my role was.
“That’s my fortune, ye scurvy dog! Ne’er shall I tell you where I’ve hid it!”
“Then I shall to tie you up and torture you!”
“Do your worst, pirate Rhett! I shall never talk!”
The pint-sized naked pirate grabbed the rope and looked around the basement for a suitable location to restrain his prisoner.
“Over there!” he ordered, pointing to his railroad setup. “Lie down on your back.”
“And if I refuse?”
Rhett thought for a moment. “If you don’t, you’ll be sleeping down here tonight instead of with me.”
It almost sounded like he was serious, but knowing how he liked having me in his bed I doubted he would follow through. But it was a good enough reason to play along. I walked over to the railway table and sat down on the floor.
“All right,” said Rhett, “let’s get you tied up.”
The table on which the railway model sat was of a sturdy wooden construction. Its legs consisted of strong planks in the form of an “X”.
“Tie my wrists together,” I said, “then loop the rope three or four times through the top part of the legs here.” I looked around the basement and saw the sofa I’d used earlier to anchor the rope. “Then run the rope under the chesterfield legs and bring it back to tie up my ankles.”
Rhett grinned and started on my wrists. Once secure, he had me lie on my back and as I’d suggested wrapped it five times around the leg where the “X” came together. With the other end of the rope in hand, he scampered over to the sofa and ran it under the nearest leg, wrapping it around three times.
“Stretch out!” he commanded. To make certain I did, he grabbed my ankles and pulled hard in the direction of the sofa. Only when he couldn’t stretch me any further did he set to binding my ankles.
When he was done I tested his work. For a little kid he’d done a good job. If worse came to worst, I hoped I’d managed to keep my wrists far enough apart while they were being tied that there’d be enough slack for me to pull a hand through the loops. It was something I’d learned reading books about Houdini, the legendary escape artist.
“You gonna talk now, prisoner?” Rhett asked.
“No! You may call yourself the Dread Pirate Rhett, but to me you’re just the Dinky Pirate Rhett. Look at you: you’re no bigger than a nine year old boy, and you’re naked!”
“I’ll have you know I’m ten,” he replied. “And you’re naked, too, which is how I like my prisoners! All right, let the tickling begin!”
Unlike Rhett, I was ticklish. He must have assaulted me for a full five minutes while I writhed, squirmed, and even howled under him. Through it all Rhett had a devilish grin on his face.
“You gonna talk now?” he demanded.
“No! You have a fortune in gold already; what need you with my silver?”
“They’re like Pokémon—gotta catch ’em all!”
“Beware, Dread Pirate! Perhaps I stole the chest from Pandora.”
“Who?” asked Rhett.
“Err, you never heard of Pandora’s box?”
“No.”
“Remind me to tell you the story some time. Anyway, the secret of my treasure is still safe from you, you thieving buccaneer!”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked. “Well, tickling didn’t work, so now I shall whap you with a sock!”
He had to go upstairs to find one, for we’d left all our clothes upstairs. A minute later he returned with a large winter sock.
“Uh, don’t hit me too hard with that,” I admonished. “Yeah, it’s soft, but even soft things can sting if they come at you fast.”
“Okay,” he replied. He proceeded to slap the sock lightly all over my naked body. With every not so hard hit I let out a variety of yelps, cries, bizarre noises, and other exclamations while begging for mercy from the little pirate.
“Now you’ll tell me?” he demanded.
I thought for a moment. “Well, I was going to until you stopped hitting me, but now it doesn’t feel so bad … so, no!”
“All right,” he said. “Now it’s time for the chainsaw!”
“No!” I cried. “Not the chainsaw!”
“So you’ll tell me where you hid your treasure?”
I was actually curious to see what Rhett meant by “the chainsaw,” so I decided another show of defiance was in order. “What, and let you have it? Although ’tis stupid to die rich, I’d rather that than let your murderous malfeasance enrich you further!”
“My murderous what?” he asked.
“Malfeasance. It’s a fancy word that means you’re bad.”
“Well, I’m not the Dread Pirate Rhett for nothing, you know! I shall return! Prepare to lose some limbs!”
Once again he ran upstairs, this time leaving me alone for a few minutes while he looked for a suitable object to stand in for the chainsaw. At least I hoped he was looking for a stand-in.
He came back downstairs with a duster in his hand. Not a feather duster; the one he was carrying had a mass of long, soft, and fine nylon hairs. With his trademark grin he asked, “So, what part shall I start with?”
“I recommend the neck,” I replied.
“What? That would kill you!”
“Oh, dear, you saw right through my clever plan!”
“I know!” he exclaimed. He grabbed my penis and balls both.
“Wait!” I cried, “Isn’t a chainsaw a bit of overkill for those?”
Rhett’s only response was an evil laugh. “Mwahahaha!”
He fired up the “chainsaw” by making a loud “Rrrrrr!” sound, and began lightly running the duster across my sensitive parts. Although the noises he was making imitated those of cutting down a tree, he was more gentle with his actions.
“Err, Mister Dread Pirate sir,” I said, “this isn’t exactly torture.”
“I know. I don’t need your treasure. So now I’m going to have some fun.”
I responded, and fast. I was completely hard within a minute.
“How does that feel?” asked Rhett.
“Wow! I think I’m starting to like you, pirate.”
Its job finished, Rhett set the chainsaw/duster aside and continued stroking my erection with one hand while lightly massaging my testicles. I relaxed and closed my eyes, soaking in the wonderful sensations he was giving me. Very soon I was moaning with pleasure.
“Are you liking this?” asked Rhett.
“Am I ever! Keep going. I’ll warn you when I’m about to shoot.”
“Oh—hang on; I’ll go get a paper towel.”
In a flash he was upstairs and back again with two towels. Setting them down beside him, he returned to masturbating me. His young hands worked me well, and within a couple of minutes I felt the faint stirrings of an orgasm.
I had a sudden thought. “Hey, I brought some of that oil with me—it’s in my backpack over there. Do you want to try sitting on my penis?”
“Neat idea!” He ran over to my backpack and spent a minute going through it to find the oil. With it in hand, he returned and poured some on my erection. He applied some to his anus, then facing me and with a leg on either side, squatted down.
“You’ll have to guide it in yourself,” I said. “I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
Rhett grinned at my little joke, grasped my penis, and quickly got its tip to his anus. Moments later it slipped in, and he went lower until all of it was inside.
“That feels amazing!” I whispered. “I was almost there before I asked you to put it inside you. Can you make me cum?”
“Sure!”
He started gliding up and down my pole. This was so different from anything I’d ever experienced before! I was used to being able to control what happened to my penis during sex, but with my hands bound and pretty much unable to move my legs, all I could do was have Rhett go at it by himself.
Rhett’s tight anus sliding up and down my penis and his tender warm insides quickly worked their magic. Normally by now I would have been stroking up a frenzy, but Rhett had barely sped up and was still going at it gracefully. Instead of a mad rush coming on like a freight train, the effect was more like a ship slowly but inexorably gliding forward. The feelings simply built up, then built up some more, and when I felt the pleasure was at its peak built up even more. My heart was beating like mad and I was almost gasping for air.
Finally the dam burst. A tremendous wave of pleasure enveloped my entire body, swept to my penis buried inside Rhett’s rear, and blasted out in a great spasm of semen. It happened again, and again a third and fourth time. I bucked my hips, trying to get as deep inside as I could while I fairly flooded his insides. Mercifully Rhett stopped his movement as my orgasm peaked and subsided. He was masturbating as well, and almost as soon I was done his began. He took in several deep breaths and his whole body went rigid for several seconds, consumed with pleasure.
It felt like the high lasted five minutes. Rhett stayed where he was, his tight hole holding my penis inside even as it deflated.
“That was incredible, Rhett!” I said softly.
“Same here,” he replied. “I think it’s the best one we’ve had so far!” He grinned. “Maybe we should do it this way more often. Do you want me to untie you now?”
“Please. My arms are getting pretty sore from being stretched out behind me like this.”
He pulled off, my penis popping out and coming to rest on my thigh. Quickly he released my ankles, unwound the rope from both the sofa and table legs, and removed it from my wrists. Gratefully I sat up, holding out my arms to beckon Rhett into a hug. He sat down on the floor beside me, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s naked body for a minute while I nuzzled and kissed him.
Eventually we separated. I returned the rope to my backpack and we returned upstairs, out of the cool of the basement.
We did the bath and reading thing both evenings, but a couple of hours later than usual. On Saturday night I washed Rhett’s hair. As always Rhett enjoyed me running my hands over his head, adding shampoo and the conditioner, and thoroughly rinsing it out. I took a video of that, too, including a rather long take of drying his hair and brushing it. It’s one of the favourite videos I have of us together.
In addition to the occasional penis and bum grab, we had sex five times over the weekend, both of us coming each time. But the part I enjoyed the most, even over the sex, was going to bed. Eight or nine hours together, our warm naked bodies all over each other’s the whole time. I loved waking up to feeling myself against Rhett or him against me, drawing him close and kissing. This intimate time with him was very special to me, and it didn’t matter if either of us was soft or had an erection.
Sunday afternoon we went outside again, and by the time we got back it was almost time for our moms to return. We took a quick shower so we wouldn’t be stinky, then daringly stayed naked downstairs until we heard the back door open. We got dressed in a flash (we’d practised it) and ran upstairs to greet our moms. There were hugs all around and kisses for Rhett. They quizzed me on our weekend together and were pleased to hear we’d followed most of the suggestions Sabrina had made. I said how good Rhett had been, and Rhett said he’d had a really fun weekend. Of course Sabrina was thrilled to hear it, and Mom said how proud she was that I’d managed this so well.
“I think means we’ll be all set for our next retreat in October,” Mom said.
“Oh, absolutely!” Sabrina replied. “Thank you so much for suggesting Chad look after him for the whole weekend! I loved the extra time at the retreat, although I was a little worried how well Rhett would handle me being gone for almost two days, but it sounds like he came through it just fine! Next time I won’t have to worry at all, and it’s all thanks to Chad!”
I felt both proud and a little embarrassed.
I continued seeing Rhett until the end of June. The art club ended up the season the last week in June with a barbecue at a local park, to which Rhett and I were invited. Other kids were there, too, but no husbands, so just two weeks shy of turning fifteen I was the oldest male there. I felt quite out of place. Everyone was friendly enough, but the conversation covered topics I either had little interest in or knew nothing about. I sort of became the unofficial chaperone for the all the kids there, keeping an eye on the ones who headed over to the swings or merry-go-round.
Of course Rhett and I had to be only “sort of” friends for this. The only intimacy I allowed ourselves was when I went to use the washroom and Rhett followed me a minute later, as I’d surreptitiously arranged just prior. In the privacy of the wider stall reserved for handicapped people I reminded him this was the last time we’d see each other until September. We hugged and kissed, and I think Rhett even cried a little. I know I felt like doing so myself.
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