Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 00:30:42 -0500
From: DJ Adams <adamsdj1977@gmail.com>
Subject: The Night Ethan Babysat Charlie

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Hey, Nifty!! Here's a quick rub-one-out story for you. Hope you enjoy it.
For the record, everything written here is fake, never happened and is a
fantasy in my mind. Feel free to share it as long as you give credit to me,
DJ Adams. Please, feel free to write me and give me some feedback at
adamsdj1977@gmail.com . Enjoy.


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"C'mooonnn..."


"Look, this is really *NOT* a good idea," I said, scooting away from the
boy advancing towards me.


"Why not?" He asked innocently, taking a step forward for every step I took
backwards.


"Two words," I said firmly. "*JAIL. BAIT."*


 Now *THIS *was quite the predicament I had gotten myself into. Allow me to
make a long story short. My name is Ethan. I'm 20 years old and about to be
a Junior in college. I'm home for the summer and I was hanging out with my
best friend, KT, today when she asked me to cover her and babysit her
little brother while she spent the night over at her boyfriend's house. Her
brother, Charlie, was only 13- Too old to actually need a babysitter but, I
figured, how hard could this be? So, now, to stop the rambling: I went over
to the house, thought he was wickedly cute, decided to play CoD with him
and I may have kinda sorta wound up making out with him... a little... okay, so
maybe a lot... Don't judge. He's fucking cute. And incredibly sweet. What do
you want from me?


"But, Ethaaan!!"


"NO."


 This is bad. The is *REALLY* bad. What the fuck am I gonna do, now? I
kissed this kid and now he's wanting more. A lot more. A whole lot more
than I was planning on. Actually, I wasn't even planning on this much!! It
just kinda... Well, it just kinda happened. Plus his lips were so soft and
his green eyes were absolutely wondrous to stare into while I kissed... AH!!
I'd been walking backwards all this time and my back finally pressed
against the wall. Fuck.


"Nobody has to know, Ethan-" Charlie said, finally closing this distance
between us. He ever-so-gently pressed his body against mine and placed a
soft hand against my chest. I gulped. "It can be our little secret," He
said, the corners of his mouth beginning to rise into a little smile. GAH.
He stood up onto his tip-toes and pressed his lips to mine for the third
time that night, his eyes wide open and staring into mine. I relented and
began to kiss him back and, as I did, a felt him beginning to smile in the
midst of our lip-lock.


 Trembling wildly, I placed my hands solidly onto his hips, ground my
crotch into his and closed my eyes, beginning to revel in what was quickly
turning into a more intense situation. Charlie threw his arms around my
neck and jammed his tongue into my mouth. It was a crude french kiss; He
wasn't very good at it but it was still pretty hot. I returned the favor
and he quickly caught on how to kiss properly. He began to moan softly; My
heart pitter-pattered just a little bit more. We finally broke.


"There. See? Not so bad, right?" He cooed. I swooned.


"Uh... No, I suppose not." I responded. Really, had I not known how old he
was, I would've had his back against a wall immediately through the door.
He only stood about 5' 6", weighed maybe 100 lbs soaking wet and had a
slight complexion with freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose and
shaggy, dirty blond hair hanging over his forehead.


"Look, Charlie, I could get into *A LOT* of trouble over this."


"Stop." He said abruptly, putting his finger over my lips in a 'shhh' sign.
He smiled softly at me, "And that's why no one has to know. It will be our
thing."


"I don't want a 'thing'." I said, matter of factly.


"The boner poking me in my belly says otherwise. Your big head says 'no'
but your little head says 'yes'. One time, Ethan; Just one time and I'll
never bother you again unless you want me to. I promise I won't say
anything to anyone." It was hard to say no to him- He sounded so sincere.
Sure, I'd had other 'nice' guys try to sweet-talk me but Ethan was
different; He actually meant what he was saying. "I've wanted you for a
while you know..."


"Wh-What?" I asked him. My mouth hung open. Since you've been hanging out
with my sister for the last couple of years, I've wanted to fuck you." He
repeated, like it was common knowledge and totally not a big deal. "I've
just been waiting for the right moment. And when you kissed me, it seemed
like the right moment." He quipped, adding a smile and a touch of genuine
humor.


 I breathed out and large sigh, a sense of security. I don't know why but I
suddenly felt safe with him. Here I am, a 20 year-old guy, wrapped in the
arms of a boy 7 years my junior who has to stand on his tip-toes just to
hug me because he is about 7" shorter than I am, and yet I have never felt
safer with anyone in my entire life; I was now feeling like I only wanted
to make him feel good and like it was my duty to please him...


 A smile crossed my face for the first time since I'd kissed him. He smiled
back. In a flash, he was taking my clothes off and I was helping him with
his. Kissing. Hot breath. Sweat. MUSK. Touching. Groping. More kissing.
Moaning. Scratching. Gripping of hair.


 Finally, we made it to his bedroom. I sat him down on the bed. We were
both panting by now. I was kind of kneeling in front of him. Both of his
hands were around my neck firmly, not choking me but rather holding me and
almost taking power over me. I kissed him on the lips for a moment before
moving to his neck. He tilted his head to the side and allowed me better
access, moaning all the while. I moved to his pebble nipples, past his
sternum and into his belly-button. I french kissed the little pucker for a
few minutes, making him writhe in delight with his hands on the back of my
head, playing with my hair. Inevitably, the hands on my head forced me to
his completely erect dick.


 I examined the phallic glory standing at full mast before me. For 13, he
was rather respectable- About 6" long, low hangers and a beautiful foreskin
covering just to the end of his glans. Flawless.


 I wasted no time. I kissed the tip. He gasped. I licked his slit. He
jumped. I began to take the head into my mouth and both of his hands took a
handful of my hair as he began to growl out lowly. I allowed my tongue to
dance under the foreskin over his still-covered head. I took a firm hold of
his balls and played with them while gently tugging them down. He bucked
his hips up and crammed about half of it into my mouth, surprising me a
bit. I decided to one-up him and pulled out all the way to the tip before
moving all the way down and burying my face into his still-bald pubic
mound. He moaned out loudly. He called out my name. I sucked him harder.
His grip tightened, now pulling my hair but I didn't care. I felt his
boyhood beginning to pulse in my mouth and I knew he wouldn't be long.


"Uh... Uhhh... Oh, God... HMPH... *Sigh*..." And with that, the flood gates opened.
His hot, salty essence poured into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
There was so much of it, that it seemed like he had been building this up
for his entire 13 years just so he could let loose his seed into my eager
mouth.


 I wasn't sure he was done when he pulled it out of my mouth, suddenly -His
dick hadn't even gone soft yet.


"On the bed. Now." He ordered. His head was tilted downward and a crooked
smirk lay on his face. "NOW." He repeated sternly. I obeyed him. I crawled
onto his little full-sized bed on all fours. He pounced on me from behind
and immediately dove his tongue directly into my butt. My blood ran cold.
No guy had EVER wanted to eat me out, even after I'd begged him, but Ethan
was all too eager and, unlike the french kissing, he was VERY good at this.


"Oooh, Ethan..." I sighed. He grabbed a handful of my butt and kneaded it
while grabbing my balls with the other hand and played with them, too. He
stopped abruptly and pulled out a bottle of lotion from under the bed. He
rubbed some in his hands to warm it up before rubbing it in excess onto his
dick. He lined up his cock and drove it home. Just like that, the world
went silent.


 It took me a minute to realize that he'd wasted no time and the very first
thrust he jammed completely into me and nailed my prostate on the very
first attempt. He had his hands on my hips, owning me, while he fucked me
with an urgency that no other guy had ever possessed. I began to fuck with
him, pushing back into his dick and meeting his thrusts, trying desperately
to get every micro-inch of his cock that much deeper into me. Fuck me, he
was fun. Before long, we were both drenched in sweat and the room was
filled with the smell of our sex.


 He reached a hand around me and started yanking me in time with his
jackhammering cock, pistoning in and out of me as hard and as fast as he
could. It didn't take long before I shot the first of many ropes of cum
onto the soaked sheets below, in what was easily the most earth-shattered
orgasm I've had to date. It was enough to send him over the edge, too. That
low growl returned and his groans became urgent. In one final push, he
buried his boyhood as far in as he could and let loose deep inside of me.
His muscles gave out from under him and he collapsed his full weight onto
my back, causing me to cum for a second time in a row. His arms reached up
and hugged me from underneath and his hot breaths in my ear began to slow.


 He pulled out and we rolled over onto our backs, eyes half-open.


"Fuck. You are fun." I said to him.


"Yeah? You, too." He replied, still not having caught his breath.


"You're 13. Where the hell did you even learn to fuck like that?" I asked
him.


"Nifty." He responded.


"What?"


"Don't worry about it. Tell you later." He said with a smile.


 Good enough for me. I rolled over onto my stomach and curled up on his
chest, our legs intertwining with each other and his arms pulling me into a
warm embrace. We fell asleep then and woke up the following day with a
whole new outlook on each other. Suffice it to say that after that, I
babysat for Charlie every chance I got.


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