Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2016 18:27:33 -0600 From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com Subject: My Favorite Babysitter - Part Two - Sunday Morning The following is a work of fiction, meant for adults. If you are under 18, or under the age of consent where you live, stop reading now and do not download this story. It involves sexual contact between two boys, a 16-year-old babysitter and his 12-year-old charge. Neither of them is or ever was a real child. If such stories offend you, stop reading now and do not download this story. If you have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, please stop reading now, do not download this story, and consider getting psychiatric help. If you have already consulted a psychiatrist, please take your medications. If such stories are illegal where you live, stop reading now, do not download this story, and consider moving to a more civilized country. If you enjoy stories like this one, please consider donating to this forum. Websites like this do not run themselves and are not free! All of my stories, including this one, are archived on the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Jordan_Bradders/ I really like SPECIFIC feedback on my writing. Good or bad, it helps me improve. I also like story ideas, though I can't guarantee that I will use every idea. Email me at jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com =================================================== My Favorite Babysitter - Part Two - Sunday Morning By Jordan Bradders (c)Copyright 2013 Jordan Bradders. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to download this story for personal use only. It may not be published in any other forum, web site, magazine, granite block, golden tablet or book without my prior permission. Summary: 16-year-old Brian is babysitting 12-year-old Casey for the weekend. Casey is small for his age, smart, and cute. Brian discovers that he is attracted to him, and seduces him. It's not hard, because Casey wants it. This is Part Two of a multi-part story. It will make far more sense if you read part one first. Part One can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter Chapter Fifteen I woke up alone Sunday morning, but it only took me a few seconds to remember why I was in the guest room. I walked into the bathroom to pee then went looking for Brian, not bothering to get dressed. I was excited to have two more days with Brian before my mom was scheduled to return. As soon as I stepped into the hall my nostrils were assailed by the smell of frying bacon. I tiptoed down the stairs, wanting to scare Brian just like I did my mom. I had to stifle a laugh when I stepped around the corner into the kitchen. There was Brian, his naked butt peeking out from under my mom's apron. Moving as quietly as I could, I snuck across the room, reached between his legs, and cupped his balls in my hand. Brian jumped, but not nearly so much as my mom might have. I looked at him suspiciously and said "You heard me coming. Didn't you?" The teen turned around and stuck a piece of bacon in my mouth. "Yeah. I heard you coming. It's a good thing, too." Pointing at the frying pan he said "Or I mighta spilled hot bacon grease all over you." I chewed and swallowed the bacon. "What's for breakfast?" "I was waiting for you to get up, but I figured bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. Does that sound good?" I went to the refrigerator and got out the eggs, butter, and a loaf of bread. Putting the eggs on the counter between the sink and the stove, I busied myself making toast. "The hash browns are in the freezer." Blushing, I admitted "I can't reach." Brian got the hash browns and put them in the microwave to defrost. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen, so made a show of wiggling my ass at him. He dropped three patties into the frying pan with the bacon. "I love the taste of bacon. I think anything wrapped in bacon is perfect." I put a plate of buttered toast on the table, then walked over to the counter and picked up a slice of slightly undercooked bacon. "I like mine crispy," I said as I turned my back on Brian and wiggled my ass some more. Giggling, I turned back and revealed my bacon wrapped dick. Laughing, Brian picked me up and laid me back on the counter then tongued the bacon into his mouth, before licking the bacon grease off my rigid organ. "I was thinking we could go out for a while today." He laughed "You're definitely gonna need a shower, or dogs are gonna be followin' you around." I sat up and watched the teen cook. "Where d'ya wanna go?" Brian carried a platter of bacon and hash browns to the table, and said "Come set up your plate. How do you like your eggs?" Turning back to me, his dick peeking out under the apron, he said "How about the skate park? That's always fun." I hopped down and sat at the table. Taking some bacon and one of the hash browns and putting them on a plate, I said "Over easy, if you know how . . . or scrambled's OK. Umm . . . I've never been to the skate park." Brian said "I like `em that way too," and broke four eggs into the pan. He turned and looked at me incredulously. "How come? It's only a block away." I blushed, the red spreading from my face down across my chest. "You look like you've always been big. You don't know what it's like to be as short as me. Big kids pick on me. So I don't go places like that." Brian flipped the eggs, then walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Well, you're goin' today. And I guarantee you, none of those little shits is gonna pick on you when I'm around." He put two of the eggs on my plate and went back for his own. We sat down and ate together, completely comfortable, neither of us thinking about being naked. Chapter Sixteen After breakfast, the two boys got cleaned up then walked to Brian's house to get two skateboards. "I have one here that's gonna be perfect for you," Brian said over his shoulder as he dug through a pile in the basement. Once he found it, he carried it to what he still thought of as his father's workbench, sprayed the board with WD-40, and wiped it down with a rag. Then he sprayed the `trucks' with silicone spray, and announced that we were ready to go. Casey picked up the smaller board and hefted it. "Heavier than I thought," he said thoughtfully. "You know I've never done this before. Right? I don't wanna look stupid." His voice taking on a bit of a whine, he added "Do we have to go to the skateboard park?" The older boy said "That's yours now, little dude." He patted Casey on the shoulder and said "Don't worry. I'm gonna teach you the basics on the way over there. You won't make a fool of yourself. Trust me." They set off down the street toward the park, a fenced in corner of which had been set up with concrete ramps, steel railings, a half-tube, and walls perfect for boarders. It had become a hangout for teenagers, but most "tweens" avoided the place. Brian could see that the younger boy was nervous about going there, and was proud of him for going anyway. Brian was true to his word. He taught Casey the basics of skateboarding, and even a few tricks. The younger boy was a quick study, and was walking pretty confidently by the time they got to the park. Casey stopped dead, though, when he saw several boys who had bullied him at school until they'd moved on to high school. Brian followed his eyes and said "Those two're pussies. They won't do shit to you when they see your with me. Don't worry." Studiously ignoring the two boys, he led the way into the enclosure and started showing Casey more tricks, things he couldn't have done on the street. He knew something Casey didn't; he'd had some run-ins with the two boys and they were terrified of him. Casey had a great time, and Brian said he was "boarding like a pro" by the time they left for lunch. He was sure he'd never go back there without Brian, but he kept that thought to himself. Brian was fully established as Casey's hero by the time they got back to his house. He would have done anything for him. Chapter Seventeen When we got home I started toward the kitchen, but Brian stopped me. "We're both pretty sweaty. Let's get a shower." He started pulling off his clothes as he took the stairs two at a time. I tried to imitate him but stumbled and almost fell. We showered together, of course. I washed his back and he washed mine, and we played around some before we got dried off. We didn't get dressed, but went down to the kitchen and ate lunch naked. After lunch, we went into the living room and Brian put one of his `special' DVDs in the player. I curled up with him to watch. I felt Brian's cock hardening against my butt as the video started. He'd obviously seen this before and knew what was coming. Two men were in bed. One was older; the other an older teen. The teen was on his belly. "What's he doin' to his butt hole," I asked, my voice a bit nervous. Brian rubbed my butt with his hand, moving it gently, and said "That stuff's called K-Y Jelly. He's putting it on so it doesn't hurt when he puts his cock into his ass." He gently pushed at my anus with one of his fingers, just like he had the day before, as he said that. "I'm not gonna do any of this to you unless you want me to. Let's just watch." We did. The older man straddled the teen's thighs, then leaned down and kissed the back of his neck. He rubbed some more of the lotion on his cock, which was much bigger than Brian's, then started working his fingers into the younger man's anus. One finger, then two, then three. I couldn't believe he could get them all in there. Just as I wondered if he was going to push his whole hand inside, he stopped. He leaned down and kissed the younger man again, then pushed his cock against the now gaping opening. The camera angle changed and we could see the younger man's face. I was struck by how young he looked. He grimaced in pain when the big cock was pushed into him, but after a few thrusts, his face changed. I was amazed to see that he was smiling. It was obvious that each thrust still hurt, but he was smiling! The camera angle changed again, and we could see the huge cock thrusting in and out of him. It seemed like the man's belly got closer and closer each time, until he was slapping against him with each thrust, his cock obviously buried deep in his anus. I felt Brian's hand on my dick, stroking it gently, in a rhythm with the fucking we were watching on screen. Before long I was moaning as loudly as the older man on the screen, and I could imagine that it was me fucking that teen. Suddenly, the man gave one last powerful thrust, and it was obvious that he was cumming inside the teen. His back arched and his face took on the same frightening expression I'd seen in the video the previous day. A small part of my mind wondered if I looked like that when I came. When the video ended, Brian used the remote to turn off the TV, and then turned me in his arms. "What did you think of that, little man? Do you want to try that? I'd let you fuck me first." He looked at me, a strange look in his eyes, and said "I don't know if I'd want to do that to you; I'd be afraid of hurting you." I looked at him curiously. The only other person who'd ever looked at me that way before had been my father and I still didn't know what it meant. I laughed at the idea of me doing that to him. "My dick's not big enough to do that to you." I blushed. "But if you wanted to do it to me, I'd let you. I'd let you do anything you want. I know you won't hurt me." Chapter Eighteen Brian looked at the boy and recognized the trust and faith he saw in his eyes. He knew that he was telling the truth. `He really would let me do anything to him.' The boy's blind faith scared him. He didn't know if he could really be trusted not to hurt him. He kissed his little friend on the forehead and said "I won't hurt you little man, but we can have fun. You really want to try it?" When the boy nodded, he said "Let's go upstairs. I have some stuff I want to show you." They raced up the stairs, Brian letting Casey lead the way. Again they went to the guest room. Brian opened his bag and took out a large tube of K-Y Jelly, and another object he shielded with his body so Casey couldn't see it. "Close your eyes, little dude. I have a surprise for you." The trusting tween did as he was told, and Brian fastened a strap-on dildo around his waist, cinching the straps tight around his waist and thighs so the hollow dildo slid over his little shaft. He moved him over in front of the mirror, then said "Okay, dude. Open your eyes." He laughed at the look of surprise, and apparent pleasure, on the younger boy's face when he saw the thick, nine inch cock jutting out from his crotch. The dildo was much darker than Casey's skin but the straps blended in nicely so it was possible for the boy to imagine that the cock was his. Brian coated the dildo with a generous amount of K-Y, then walked to the bed and did the same with his anus. Leaving his legs dangling from the bed, he lay down and said "Come on, little dude. Fuck my brains out." Casey walked over, not believing what his big friend was asking him to do. He whispered "Are you sure? This thing's kinda big. I don't wanna hurt you." Brian turned and looked at him. "I really want this, Casey. I've wanted a man to fuck me for a long time. I want you to fuck me, just like in the video." He gritted his teeth, knowing that no matter how much K-Y they used this was going to hurt. He'd tried to fuck himself with the dildo several times, but had never been able to get past the pain. He hoped he'd be able to do it now. Chapter Nineteen I was excited by the prospect of fucking Brian, but scared of hurting him. The excitement won out. I moved behind him and pushed one of my fingers into my big friend's anus, concentrating hard on doing it just as the man in the video had done. "After," I asked, "will you do this to me? If I ask you to?" Keeping his face forward, Brian nodded. I pushed a second finger into the older boy, then a third. I knew that my fingers were much smaller than those of the man in the video, so I added a fourth finger, pushing almost my whole hand in as far as I could. I stopped when I heard a gasp of pain from Brian and asked "Are you sure?" The older boy nodded. His voice strained, he said "Go ahead. Please. Do it. I want you to." I positioned the head of the big cock at the opening to Brian's anus. I leaned forward, pushing it, feeling my own dick inside the sweaty tube. I imagined that this big, thick, hard cock was mine, and I felt powerful. My excitement grew as I put my weight behind it as I pushed it inside. I heard Brian gasping for breath as it went in one inch, then two, then three, but I didn't stop. I felt the fake cock pop past an obstruction and heard Brian moan, but I don't know if I could have stopped at that point. I remembered that the man in the video hadn't stopped. He hadn't even paused when the younger man cried out in pain. I knew that was what my big friend wanted, so I pushed harder, gripping Brian's hips with my hands and pulling. I could see the teen's body shaking, but I still didn't stop. I pulled back about an inch then drove forward again, this time going a bit deeper. It didn't even occur to me that the anus and rectum weren't straight, and that I could hurt my big friend. I was so much smaller than him. I couldn't imagine that I could hurt the big, strong teen. I thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper, growing more excited and forceful with each thrust. Suddenly, Brian reared up and reached behind him, pushing me back so I landed on my butt on the floor. I saw that blood was coming out of his anus and started to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh god. I didn't mean to hurt you!" I got up and cautiously moved toward the older boy. "Are you ... are you okay, Brian?" ================================================== If you enjoyed this story, please do two things. First, email me at jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com and let me know. Why write more if nobody's interested. Right? Second, PLEASE DONATE TO THIS FORUM. Websites like this do not run themselves and are not free!