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My Favorite Babysitter – Part Seven – Back to the Woods
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Summary: 16-year-old Brian was hired to babysit Casey over the weekend of his 11th birthday. Casey is small for his age, smart, and cute. Brian seduces him; it is not hard because Casey wants it. Brian and Casey’s relationship is well established after only about 24 hours. The younger boy trusts his big friend and wants to please him. They are caught skinny dipping in the woods by Bobby, 14 and Tim, 12, who steal their clothes. They start to walk home naked, but when the other boys discover the nature of their relationship, they apologize and return their clothes. Casey’s mother, Barbara, offers Brian a job as Casey’s “mentor” and regular babysitter. Bobby and Tim start to have relationship issues, and Part Five ends with Tim breaking up with Bobby. In part six, 16-year-old Brian is bedded by Casey’s 32-year-old mother.
This, the seventh installment in a multi-part story, will make more sense if you read the first six, which are available on Nifty, under Gay Male Stories in the Young Friends category:
Part One:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-1
Part Two:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-2
Part Three:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-3
Part Four:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-4
Part Five:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-5
Part Six: If descriptions of hetero sex bother you, you might want to skip this one.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-6
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Brian and Casey staggered up the stairs after seeing off Casey’s mother. Angry at Brian for waking him so early, Casey did not follow him into the guest room, going to his own bed instead. Brian was exhausted, so did not argue. He fell into bed fully clothed and was asleep in moments.
“5:30 in the fucking morning,” the 11-year-old muttered to himself. “She said I didn’t have to get up.” He punched the pillow and closed his eyes against the light, but he knew there was little point to trying. He had never been able to go back to sleep after waking early.
But that was not the entire reason Casey was angry. He had lain awake much of the night, listening as his mother fucked his boyfriend. ‘And that’s what it was,’ he thought. ‘Fucking. Not making love, Not even sex. She fucked his brains out. No wonder he’s so goddamn tired.’
His mother thought he “slept like a log,” because he had always feigned sleep when she checked on him at night. She also apparently had no idea how sound carried in their little house. He had heard much of what had been said in the living room, and almost everything that had happened in her bedroom. ‘Fuck! I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t hear the headboard slamming into the wall.’
Listening to Brian and his mother had brought back forgotten memories. First, he remembered the sounds of his parents having sex. He had not fully understood what he was hearing back then, but he knew that his mother had always called the shots, demanding that his father fuck her harder and faster. It was during those times he had honed his ability to pretend to be asleep when his father would come to check on him. He was also startled to remember his father sitting down in a chair and watching him sleep, quietly sobbing.
Other memories had come back, as well. He recalled the sounds of arguments, sometimes violent, between his parents. His mother attacking his father, belittling him for being a “pussy.” For not making enough money. For not having a big enough dick. For not being man enough to satisfy her.
He realized that his mother had poisoned him against his father, blaming him for the divorce.
But what about Brian? He had encouraged him to fuck his mother. ‘But I didn’t think she’d fuck him.’ He had not been prepared for his intense jealousy. He hated the fact that his mother had taken his father from him, and now seemed to be trying to take his boyfriend.
He knew Brian was bisexual, not gay, and had seen for himself how attracted he had been to his mother. He had, after all, called her a “MILF” just the previous evening.
He had said he wanted Brian to fuck his mother because he knew he would never hurt her. Now he was afraid she would hurt him. A line from an old movie came to mind. She’s gonna chew him up and spit him out. ‘And,’ he thought, ‘it’ll be my fault.’
Chapter Thirty-Six
Brian did not wake until 10:30. He had slept in his clothes and desperately needed a shower. But he remembered how angry Casey had been earlier and wanted to check on him first.
Casey was not in his bedroom. Brian went downstairs and found him sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. Oddly, he was fully dressed. Hoping… or pretending… that everything was okay between them, he asked “You have breakfast yet?”
Casey turned and grinned. “I wondered if you were ever gonna get up. I guess last night tired you out. Huh?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess so.”
Seeing that the older boy seemed hesitant, Casey got up and kissed him on the mouth. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked down his shorts and underwear, and kissed the tip of his penis. Startled, he had to struggle not to pull back when his nose was assailed by an unusual scent. ‘Oh my god,’ he thought. ‘That’s the smell of my mom’s pussy!’
Remembering what he had said to Brian the evening before about not wanting things to get weird between them, he steeled himself and took the other boy’s six-inch cock into his mouth and started sucking. ‘This,’ he thought, ‘is gross,’ as he tasted his mother on his boyfriend’s phallus.
Relieved that things seemed normal between him and Casey, Brian stood there in front of the big bay window, heedless of the fact that they could be visible to anyone passing on the street. He threw his head back and moaned softly, enjoying the gentle touch of his young friend’s mouth and hands.
For the first time ever, Casey was not aroused by Brian. In fact, he was repulsed by the taste of his mother on the older boy’s cock, and by the thought of what they had done the night before. ‘No,’ he thought bitterly. ‘What she did to him last night.’ But he still loved him, so stayed with it, swirling his tongue over his glans, sucking him, and sliding his mouth over his length, while gently kneading his testicles.
Brian sensed that something was different about Casey. But he was overwhelmed by the feelings engendered by the younger boy’s small, hot, wet mouth on his swollen member. ‘So gentle,’ he thought, comparing the boy to his mother, who had been anything but. As the familiar pressure built in his groin, he took hold of Casey’s head and started thrusting into his mouth. Part of him knew that the younger boy would not like that; but his baser instincts took over and soon the 6-foot teen was fucking the diminutive 11-year-old’s face, pumping harder and faster, driving his six-inch cock into the back of his throat over and over. Finally, he exploded, injecting his hot load directly down the boy’s normally willing throat.
When Brian released his grip, Casey fell back, gasping for breath. His angry eyes on the teen, he demanded “What… what the fuck, Brian?” He scrambled away until his back was against the wall. “What the fuck was that, man?”
Staring down at Casey, Brian shook his head, as if to clear it. He was horrified to see that, not only was the smaller boy furious, but he appeared frightened. ‘Of me,’ he thought as guilt washed over him. “Oh my god, Casey. I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why I did that.”
Casey stood and moved to the other side of the room. “Fuck, Brian. I’m not my mom. She might like that kind of shit, but I’m not her.” He ran up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.
Panicked, Brian ran out the front door, oblivious to the fact that he wore only the tee-shirt and shorts in which he had slept.
Casey threw himself on his bed, crying bitter tears. He had never before felt afraid of Brian. The older boy had said he did not know why he had been so violent with him; why he had literally choked him with his cock. But Casey thought he did. ‘My fucking mother,’ he thought bitterly. ‘She changed him.’
Cried out after a few minutes, he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and use mouthwash; desperate to get the taste of his mother out of his mouth.
Then he went downstairs, determined to confront his boyfriend. But Brian was not there. The front door was open, but he was not on the porch or on the front lawn. He was gone.
Casey was stunned. ‘Where the fuck is he,’ he wondered as feelings of anger and guilt and abandonment warred for control. He did not recognize it at the time, but this was far too close to home for him. It brought back all the feelings he had after his father had left. But that realization was for later. For now, he was just hurt, and feeling very, very alone.
Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was 11:30. ‘If I leave now, I can meet Tim and Bobby in the woods.” He closed but did not lock the front door, then left a note for Brian on the kitchen table and left to see his friends.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Casey made his way through the woods. The last time he had been there, he had been fearless. But he had been with Brian. His protector. Now he was alone, and the world felt somehow less safe.
When he came out into the clearing by the creek, he saw only Tim. Remembering how the two boys had ambushed them, stealing their clothes, he looked around nervously. “Where’s Bobby?”
Tim had thought long and hard about how to answer this question and had decided on honesty. “I broke up with him. Turns out he was just using me till he can find a girl to date. Fuck him!”
Then he realized that Casey was alone. “Where’s Brian?”
Casey started to cry. “I… I don’t know.” It was too much for him. He was not sure how long Tim and Bobby had been dating, but he knew it had been longer than he and Brian had been together; and now they were broken up. ‘Brian’s gone,’ he thought. ‘He likes girls. He likes my mother more than me.’ Aloud, he said “I don’t want to be gay. It’s too hard.” He sat down on a log and stared at the other boy, tears running down his cheeks.
Tim was stunned by the slightly younger boy’s response to his simple question. He slowly crossed the small space and by his side. He instinctively knew not to touch Casey and to remain silent.
Casey leaned against him, his head on his shoulder. “This is too hard.”
Bewildered, Tim asked “What’s too hard, Casey? What’s wrong?”
Casey whirled on him. He almost shouted, “I told you. I don’t know where Brian is. He… he just… he just fucking left!”
Tim sat down on a log, feeling defeated. He silently stared up at the other boy. Tears started flowing down his own cheeks. “I was mad at Bobby, but I really miss him. I wish I hadn’t kicked him out.”
Feeling small and alone, Casey sat on the ground between Tim’s knees, much as he might have done with Brian. Seeking to give and receive comfort, Tim slipped down between the log and Casey’s back and wrapped his arms around him. They sat like that for a long time, neither moving nor speaking.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Heedless of the fact he was shoeless and only barely clothed, Brian ran the two blocks to his home. Tears filling his eyes, he threw himself through the front door, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. Soon he was unknowingly matching Casey, on his bed quietly sobbing. He had done something he had never wanted to do. He had scared and hurt Casey.
He saw himself thrusting his six-inch cock into the much smaller boy’s mouth, brutally fucking his face. He saw Casey’s scared expression as he fell back and scrambled away. He heard his cries as he retreated up the stairs. “Everybody was right,” he said to the empty room. “I’m just as bad as everybody says.”
His mother, Yvonne, jumped at the sounds of the front door slamming open, then closed, and her son’s bare feet slapping up the stairs. She smiled sheepishly at her friend, who had just gotten a glimpse of the nearly naked teen as he flew past, then shrugged dismissively. The two women laughed. “Teenagers!”
After a few minutes, Brian started to calm down. He realized he had left his barely 11-year-old charge alone in his house. Worse, he had done that right after raping him!
He quickly showered and dressed, and quietly made his way down the stairs. Looking into the kitchen, he said “Sorry, mom. Hi, Mrs. Watkins. I gotta get back.” Then he quietly left the house. All the way back to Casey’s house he struggled to find the words. He knew he had to apologize. To make it right. But he also knew that the only way to keep Casey safe was to break up with him. He was too violent for the gentle little boy. ‘He deserves better,’ he told himself miserably.
His first thought on entering Casey’s house was that it was too quiet. He called out “Casey? Are you okay?” When there was no response, he called out again. “Casey? Are you here?”
He went to the younger boy’s room. Finding it empty, he searched the rest of the house until he found Casey’s note in the kitchen.
“Went to meet Tim and Bobby. Be back later.”
Brian glanced at the digital display on the range. “One o’clock. I guess they’re still there.” He imagined Casey swimming with the two other boys and was relieved. He briefly considered his options. Casey’s note had said only that he would be back later. It did not invite him to join them. ‘No surprise there. He’s probably really pissed at me.’ But he felt a strong need to make things right between them… and then to end things before he hurt his young friend even more.
Locking the front and back doors after him, Brian made way his through the neighborhood to the woods. Unsure what he would say to the younger boy, he slowed as he approached the creek.
Expecting to hear three boys laughing and playing, he was surprised to find only two very subdued twelve-year-olds. ‘Where’s Bobby,’ he wondered as he stood stock-still, observing Casey and Tim. They sat on the ground, Tim leaning against a log, his arms wrapped around Casey’s thin shoulders. Though he initially experienced a flash of jealousy, he quickly realized that this did not appear even vaguely sexual. It looked like Tim was consoling Casey. ‘I wonder,’ he thought, ‘if Casey told him what I did.’
Ashamed, Brian quietly retreated and made his way back to Casey’s house to wait. That was where Casey would find him. Sitting at his kitchen table, unmoving.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Eventually, Casey disentangled himself from Tim’s arms, scooted forward, and turned to face the other boy. Wiping his eyes, he said “Sorry I yelled at you, man. It’s not your fault.”
He looked around the clearing as if only just realizing that he was alone with Tim. “Where’s Bobby?” He had the vague idea that the two friends might have broken up but was not sure why he thought that.
Tim repeated “I broke up with him. He was just fucking me till he finds a girlfriend.” Then he added “I really miss him, though.”
Casey nodded his head knowingly. “Brian already found a girl,” not volunteering that it was his own mother. “I knew he was bi, and I guess I figured we couldn’t be boyfriends or anything, since he’s sixteen and I’m only twelve, but…” He did not complete the sentence.
The two boys sat and stared at one another, not knowing what else to say. Finally, Tim said “You’re right. It does suck being gay.”
Casey smirked. “But not in the good way!” Both boys started to laugh, though it had a somewhat hysterical, nervous sound to it.
Casey asked “So, you gonna get back with Bobby?”
Tim shook his head. “I don’t think so. One of my teachers has a poster hanging in her classroom. It’s a quote by Maya Angelou. ‘Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.’ I miss him, but I think that’s all I was to Bobby. Just an option. That’s not what I want.”
“Brian never lied to me. He told me he likes girls. I guess I knew I was just an option.” He considered telling Tim how Brian had hurt him that morning, but then he realized it would not really make sense unless he also told him what his mother had done to Brian the night before. “But I know he loves me. I’m just afraid he’s not gonna want me anymore now that he has a…” He choked on the last word. “…girlfriend.”
Casey moved next to the other boy, put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. “I guess we have each other. Huh?” He kissed him on the cheek but stopped at that.
Tim remained still, not knowing if he wanted to pursue a relationship with Casey, or anyone. “Yeah. I guess we can be lonely together.”
They sat there like that. Each feeling very alone, for another ten minutes.
Casey stood. “I guess I better get home. See ya at school Tim.” He started walking, then stopped and turned around. “Call me if you want to talk.”
Chapter Forty
Casey let himself into the silent house through the back door and started towards the refrigerator, planning to get himself a drink. He jumped when Brian, who was sitting at the table, cleared his throat.
His voice soft, he asked “Where’d you go?”
His eyes on the table, Brian said “I’m really sorry, Casey. I don’t know why… why I did that to you. I didn’t mean to… to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
Casey sat down at the table and looked at his friend. “I think I do.” When Brian raised his eyes to look at him, he added “I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. I know you’re not a bad person.”
Brian looked down again and started to cry. “I’m not… I’m not who you think I am, Casey. I’m not like you. I don’t deserve you.”
“I heard what my mom did to you last night. I’m really sorry.”
Confused and embarrassed, Brian looked into the younger boy’s eyes. “What’re you talkin’ about? Your mom didn’t do anything to me. I fu… I mean…” His voice trailed off and he sat there, confused and embarrassed.
Casey stared back at his friend. “I was really mad at you this morning.” He paused, then went on. “Before that I was really mad at my mom. Lyin’ there last night, listening to her fucking you, I…” Now it was he who felt confused. “Look. I remembered things I forgot about when… before the divorce. How my mom made my dad do stuff he didn’t want to do. Like she did with you. How she made fun of him. How she made him feel… like… I don’t know. Like…” He shrugged his shoulders. “Like he wasn’t a man.”
He started to cry. “I think… I think that was why he left.”
Brian stared at the younger boy but said nothing.
“I’m afraid… I’m afraid she’s gonna drive you away, too.”
Brian knelt on the floor and pulled Casey into his arms. “I don’t deserve you, Casey… and I don’t think I’m good for you… but I’m not gonna leave you.
After a few minutes, Casey turned and kissed his older friend on the cheek. “There’s something I need to do.”
Chapter Forty-One
Casey listened as the phone rang. One… two… three… four rings. He was about to hang up, when he heard a click, and then breathing.
After a long pause Casey heard his father’s voice for the first time in months. “Hello? Barb? Is Casey okay?”
“Hi, dad. I’m fine.”
Casey senior sighed. “Hey, buddy! How are you?” He sounded happy, but a bit nervous. “Umm… is your mom there?”
“No, dad. She’s on a business trip. How are you doing?”
The man laughed, obviously relieved. “I’m good, Casey. Really good. Glad to hear your voice.”
Afraid he would lose his nerve, Casey rushed on. “Umm… dad? Umm… I wanted to apologize.” Casey paused for several long seconds, but his father remained silent “I think I’ve been… Umm… blaming you for the divorce. For leaving. Ya know?”
Remembering what his counselor had told him, the adult said “Casey, the divorce was not your fault. Not in any way. You know that. Right?”
Casey felt a flash of anger. He had heard that from both of his parents, and from the school counselor, and lots of other adults. “No, dad. I know it wasn’t my fault.” Talking louder, he said, “I know it was mom’s fault.”
His father interrupted. “No, Casey. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Some marriages just aren’t meant to be. Your mom and I probably never should have gotten married.” He hastened to add, “The only good thing that came out of our marriage was you.”
“I remembered some things last night, dad. I remembered lying awake while you and mom had sex. How she pushed you harder and harder. How she wanted you to fuck her harder. Faster.”
His father flinched at the vulgarity, but, sensing that Casey wasn’t finished, said nothing.
Casey talked faster and faster. “I remembered the things she said to you. That she said about you. I remembered your arguments. I remembered how you used to come into my room and sit there and cry. How you told me you were sorry you had to go.”
The man stood in his sparsely furnished apartment and held the phone to his ear. “Casey…”
“I’m sorry, dad. I pretended to be asleep. I guess… I guess I was pretending all that shit wasn’t happening. That I didn’t know how hurt you were. I guess I didn’t really understand all of it, but I do now. I’m so sorry for blaming you. I knew it wasn’t really your fault. But… I guess… I guess I was mad at you for leaving me.”
The adult took a deep breath and sighed. “You said your mom’s out of town? You’re not alone, are you?”
“No. She hired a high school boy to watch me when she goes away. He’s really… he’s nice. We’re friends.” Staring at Brian, who was still sitting at the kitchen table, he added “His name’s Brian, and he’s like… he’s my best friend.”
“I’m going to come and pick you up. I think we need to talk. In person. We’ll go and get some dinner. Okay?”
“Okay, dad. That sounds good.”
“Oh, and Casey? I think it should just be the two of us. Okay?
“Yeah, dad.” His eyes still on Brian, he agreed “Just the two of us.”
The 11-year-old ended the call and went into the kitchen. “My dad’s gonna take me out to eat. Will you be here when I get back?”
Brian looked back at him. “Do you want me to be?”
“Yeah,” Casey replied. “I need you to be here. We need to talk.”
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Pornography is literature designed to be read with one hand.
– Angela Lambert, British journalist, art critic and author
Several years ago, a national conference for church youth directors
was held at a major hotel in a city in the mid-west. Youth pastors by the hundreds flooded into that hotel and took nearly every room. At the conclusion of the conference, the hotel manager told the conference administrator that the number of guests who tuned into the adult movie channel broke the previous record, far and away outdoing any other convention in the history of the hotel.
– Steve Farrar, Christian author (Finishing Strong: Going the Distance for Your Family, pg 72) Apparently,
Steve thought this was a bad thing. How silly of him!