Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2018 19:08:45 -0700
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Wills and the Sitter

WILLS AND THE SITTER

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It was early 1970s and I was 3 months shy of my twelfth birthday. I
can remember that night like it was yesterday. It was then that I
became fully aware of what I liked and that my cock could be used for
more than taking a pee.

Rick was my sister's boyfriend. They had been going together for a little
over two years now. Both were 17 and would be seniors in high school when
school started up again. It seemed Rick was at our home more than he was
at his own. Not that it bothered anybody. He was like a part of the
family; the big brother I didn't have. Anyway, I just liked to look at
Rick. I was nearly 12 and simply transfixed by this guy. I know the
reason now...he was gorgeous!  Rick had that big "poofy" 70's style hair.
As I look at a picture of him now I can see he had it teased and cut
layered for added volume. It was jet black and touched the top of his
shoulders. And guy was he cute. Picture a very young Robby Benson with a
Kirk Douglas type dimple on his chin.

Well one night my dad was out of town for work and my mom was out with my
sister. Somehow Rick got roped into babysitting me. I remember saying I
was too old for a babysitter. I don't remember where my mom & sis needed
to go but I do remember I didn't want to go and was putting up a fuss
about it. Rick stepped in and said he would stay with me. That seemed to
settle the argument and off the women went leaving me & Rick.

It was warm and we both were in shorts. We ate dinner and watched some
TV. I was on the floor right below where he sat on the couch talking to
his friends for hours it seemed. I eventually crawled up on the opposite
end of the couch and just stared at his legs, almost like I was
hypnotized. Rick had the hairiest legs you can imagine. I'm talking loads
of thick, curly hair so thick in places it was hard to see his skin. I
just stared and stared wishing I could touch those furry legs !

We were watching this movie called "Duel" (how many of you  remember that
one?) I remember being scared by it. There was something  about the truck
taking on a life of its own and chasing this poor guy around in the
desert Southwest that really scared me. Rick made fun of me, of course.
Later on Rick escalated things by making a loud motor sound like the
truck and grabbed me. I remember I let out a scream like a little girl.
He just laughed. In the end, I did too but I was a little embarrassed for
being such a wuss. Rick and I returned to the couch where we resumed
watching the movie.

Finally thirst tore me away from looking at Rick's legs. I was coming
back from the kitchen. As I rounded the corner he jumped out at me making
the truck noise and grabbed me. Again, I screamed like sissy and yelled,
"jerk!" and swatted at those hairy legs of his.

I was more scared than mad. He took it in stride and easily wrestled me
tothe floor saying, "Oh wanna play rough huh?"

Rick knew exactly how to tickle me for the best effect. He jabbed his
fingers into my ribs and armpits making me laugh so hard my eyes
watered. We wrestled around when I began to notice Rick fighting back
less and less. Finally I found myself seated over his stomach with my
hands pinning his wrists down flat.

He smiled up at me and said, "You got me buddy.  What are you gonna do to
me?"

It was the opening of a lifetime, the stuff dreams are made of. But dumb
me, I had no clue and just slid off him and laid at his side.

During the tussle Rick's shirt had crept up showing his stomach. I'm
convinced the reason I like some of the things I do today is because of
this guy. And one of the things I absolutely love on the male form is
that "treasure trail" below the belly button.

Well, Rick didn't have a "trail" Rick had a damn "clump" of hair. I mean,
he had a thick, dense growth of hair that seemed to almost form a ball it
was so full. Above his stomach he had a very thin but very dark, dense
line of hair running down his abdomen. I was close enough to see the
little, softer hairs branching out from it. It looked like tributaries of
peach fuzz spilling into a mighty river black hair. Man my little cock
was hard as stone under my cut-off jeans.

All I managed to blurt out was, "You have hair on your stomach!"

Rick grinned and ran his hand down his tummy and asked, "Want to feel
it?"

Did I? Wow! Hell yeah!

I placed my little hand on his stomach feeling the coarseness of the hair
below his navel. I remember marveling at how coarse his hair there was as
well as how hard his gut muscles were. Rick was the new captain of the
track team and was in terrific physical condition. As I got more
comfortable feeling his body I pressed harder and marveled at the rock
hard torso he had.

I remember him moaning just a little as I got my second hand in on the
action. But when I straddled his body and ran both hands up his chest
under his shirt he suddenly tossed me off and pulled his shirt down and
sat up against the couch.

This hurt my feelings, and I felt like crying because I wondered what I
had done wrong.

"We shouldn't do this, Wills." He said.

"Why?" I asked sadly. I was having a blast and wanted to keep going.

Looking back I could tell...Hell, I now KNOW that he wanted this to
happen.

"OK but you have to promise you'll never tell anyone about this OK?
Promise?" he said.

"I won't tell anyone Rick. I swear!"

Rick seemed to relax and said, "OK"

He then pulled his shirt right off. It had a logo print of a band called
"the Outlaws" on it.

I sucked my breath in as I got a good look at his beautiful "big boy"
body. He had just a feint trace of soft black hair in the valley between
his firm, but by no means bulging, pectorals. But what I really noticed
were the size of his man titties. They were huge, about the size of a
fifty-cent piece with a tiny nub of a nipple bump in the center of their
deep red circle. Lots of strands of kinky black hairs grew around them.

I scooted over and touched his chest and felt his big nips and began
tracing my hands down over his firm, fuzzy torso.

Finally Rick shoved me back and said, "My turn"

"Huh?" I said dumbfounded

"I showed you what I look like with no shirt on now you got to show me."

I was up for it and did a little suggestive stripping dance as I took my
shirt off. If he wanted to see my little kid, darn near hairless and no-
muscled body, I'd show him.

I now sat before him shirtless. I was not fat or well-toned; simply
average. I had a scrawny chest and just a touch of baby fat on my
slightly soft belly.

Rick shoved me to my back. Not rough like when we were wrestling but very
gently, tenderly. He didn't speak a word as his hands softly caressed my
chest and tummy. I could hear his breath as it escaped his nose.

He gently squeezed my soft nipples and ran his hands down over my ribs
which showed through my frail chest. His fingers kneaded their way my
into my soft stomach and he poked a finger deep into my big innie navel.
I figured that's why I like it played with to this day.

I couldn't help it but I was becoming aroused. He brushed his hand over
my crotch and felt the tenting of my cock. I was embarrassed but Rick
played it off as if he was expecting this. He then grabbed my cock
through my shorts and said teasingly, "Will's got a boner!"

I blushed and Rick said, "It's OK. I got one too." Then before I could
say a word he said, "Wanna see it?"

Shit, before I could reply he was stripping out of his own cut-off jeans.
He stood up and pulled them off and his big hard on popped free and
jumped up and hit his hard abs with a smack only to come to a bouncing
stop pointing straight out from an incredibly big nest of black as night
pubes. Below all that swung two big balls. Actually it looked like one
was a lot bigger than the other because one hung lower than the other. He
lay down on his back and his hard-on lay back over his belly. I remember
seeing a strand of what I now know is pre-cum dripping out from its slit
and it dribbled onto his stomach.

He had his hands back behind his head totally opening himself up to me.
His eyes were closed and his underarms were thick with hair. I myself had
a grand total of about 4 stringy hairs under each pit and was so envious.

I touched his body rubbing as I did before but made my way quickly to my
goal which was his crotch. I gently touched his hard, surprisingly warm
shaft and his cock jumped slightly at my touch. I slowly stroked it up
and down, gradually wrapping my fist around it.

Rick was circumcised and his cock was perfectly shaped with an ever so
slight upward banana curve to it. The head was slightly larger than the
shaft and tapered. It leaked its slimy pre-cum and I remember playing
with it by taking some in between my thumb and fore-finger and pulling it
into a nice clear liquid rope of about three feet in length. I didn't
know exactly what it was but figured it was related to the gooey wads I
had been shooting in the night for a year or so by then.

I hoisted up his large set of balls in their sagging sack of flesh.

"Careful" I remember him saying.

Gently I let them down and began running my fingers through his lush
bush. Rick had pubic hair growing out almost to his hips and down the
insides of his thighs. To this day I have not seen a hairier bush than
this guy had.

Rick took my hand and guided it so I was holding his cock. He physically
showed me how to perform the "jerking off" technique; something I now use
every time I now masturbate!

Rick settled back and relaxed with his hands behind his head again and
closed his eyes. He moaned a little and said, "That's nice, Wills."

I began to pump away on his cock harder and was told to "slow down." I
Obeyed, wanting nothing more than to pleasure my older friend. I remember
hearing the wet, slurping sounds as his 7 inch teenage boner dribbled out
more pre-cum and reacted with the pumping of my smallish fist. His big
nuts bobbed up and down on each stroke and gradually I got the hang of
it.

Rick suddenly placed his hand over mine stopping me and sat up. He was
close to cumming and just wasn't ready to, just yet. Then he said, "My
turn."

I gulped but was thrilled to get to have Rick touch me `down there'. I
stripped quickly and sat back leaning on my elbows showing off my pre-
teen cock & balls. I wasn't yet 12 and my hard-on was probably just shy
of 5 inches. My balls were no bigger than chestnuts but they did have
nice rather long, dangling scrotum to live in. I had a soft patch of
darkening peach fuzz around the base of my cock with maybe 3 or 4 dozen
mature, kinky hairs scattered around.

Rick leaned in to take a good look and the feel of his hot breath on my
sensitive genitals was about the sexiest thing I'd ever felt, up to that
point.

His big 17 year old hand easily enveloped my eager 11-year-old penis. I
simply could not believe the touch of this older guy could ever feel this
good.

"You've never jacked off before have you Wills?" he asked.

I had heard the term but had no clue what it meant and didn't want to
look like a dork in front of Rick. I was pretty sure it had something to
do with sex or `down there' but was not sure.

I nodded `no' and he just grinned and said, "You're in for a treat then."

Rick began stroking me harder just like he had shown me how to do him.
But then Rick began wrapping his hand all the way up and over my bright
red acorn shaped cock head. My leaking pre-cum made for great lubrication
as his slightly calloused hand caressed my cock. It took only a few "over
the top" strokes to bring me to the brink. I got scared and blurted out,
"Rick..I gotta Peee!...Gotta pee bad!"

I leaned forward almost sitting up and he chuckled and shoved me back
down with a firm hand to my chest, "You aren't going to pee, you're going
to cum."

"Huh?" I said, "Come what?"

"You're going to shoot out your sperm. You know, the stuff that gets
girls pregnant."

"Oh...oh yeah" I settled back pretending that I understood what the fuck
he was talking about. But somehow I knew he was not going to hurt me. I
had come to love Rick.

He stroked me a few more times and soon I was writhing around on the
floor like a fish out of water. I groaned as I felt a tremendous pressure
rise up inside my lower belly and nuts. I thought I was going to explode
from inside out but it didn't hurt. It felt awesome.

Finally I just had to arch my hips upward (instinct is amazing isn't it)
and Rick gave my boy cock a final down stroke and I shot off like a
cannon. I mean I had cum squirting out of me like `OH MY GOD `. The first
two blasts went right over my head and landed on the couch. The next few
hit me in the face and stung my eye.

The next blasts went squirting up and landed on my chest making a pool
that began running down my ribs. Another series of shots landed on my
tummy, filling my deep navel. More cum oozed out and ran down my shaft
and over Rick's fist. All the while I was squirting I was groaning,
amazed at the pleasure I was being given as well as stunned at the
curious sight of my first conscious ejaculation.

Apparently Rick too was amazed at the size of my ejaculation, "Geeze boy!
When you cum, you cum like crazy. Look at all this, Wills. You are now a
man!"

To this day I don't think I have ever shot the volume I did that day.

Rick went and got some tissues. I think we used half the box absorbing my
baby making juice.

I laid back panting, exhausted. My erection was going down but I was
still fascinated about Rick's nude body. I rolled over and began to
pleasure him just as he had done me.

But as luck would have it we saw the headlights of our car light up the
wall as my mother pulled into the driveway. We both scrambled like mad to
get dressed. It turned out we had plenty of time and by the time my mom
and sister walked in I was on the floor on my belly looking up at the TV
with my chin cupped on my hands and Rick was sprawled on the couch acting
like he was half watching the tube and half interested in the newspaper
on his lap. We were the picture of normalcy.

Rick & my sister Cindy took a short walk while mom & I talked a little.

Rick went home and nothing more was ever spoken about what we did. As
fate would have it, Rick and Cindy broke up no more than a week later. I
saw Rick only a few more times after that, usually when out shopping
someplace.

I graduated from college and left the small town where I had come of age.

When I was in my mid 30's I was invited to a gathering of local gays that
lived in the small town where Rick and I grew up. I had been gone for
years living in exotic places like Portland, San Francisco, and San Jose.
But I did take the invitation as I was home at the time and a good friend
of mine who had come out tome earlier that year had invited me.

I probably won't surprise anybody reading this that I ran into Rick
there. I was about 5 inches taller and easily more fit. We talked a
little and for the first time since it happened we reminisced about "the
night" we spent together. We laughed and he asked about Cindy. She's now
married with three great kids, two boys and a girl, all around the age of
12. I can tell you that I occasionally babysit them. But that is a story
for another time.

I sadly found out Rick died about a year later. But Rick, I'll always
remember you the way you were that night; at 17, young and beautiful.
Thanks for a great time and a great memory.

Comments are welcome:  wrsjrm@gmail.com