The story involves sexual contact between two boys, a 16-year-old babysitter and his 11-year-old charge. Neither of them is a real child. If such stories offend you, stop reading now and do not read this story. NO REAL PEOPLE, WITH THE POSSIBLE EXCEPTION OF THE AUTHOR WHO IS ALMOST CERTAINLY REAL, WERE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY.
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Chapter One
Bright spring sunshine streamed through my window, drilling into my eyes as I lay on my little twin bed. Throwing my arms across my face, I groaned “Shit! Why didn’t I pull down the shade last night?” I peeked at the clock and saw that it was after 8:30. Alarmed, I looked over at the dresser, afraid that I’d overslept again. My lips curled into a smile when I saw no school or church clothes, and my sleep addled brain concluded it was Saturday.
I stretched out, in no big hurry to get up, and looked around at my bedroom. I’d always liked Winnie the Pooh and Peter Pan, and had posters from both movies hanging on my walls. My eyes fell on my favorite, of a blond Peter, played by a boy named Jeremy Sumpter, his arm extended over his head, sword in hand, leading the lost boys into battle. I thought back to when I first saw Peter. I’d dreamed of being one of the lost boys, then of being Peter’s friend, and then of being his special friend. My cheeks warmed when I remembered some of my fantasies about my adventures with Peter, then I shook my head ruefully. “I guess I’m getting too old for these posters,” I said aloud. That thought led to others, until I suddenly realized that it was my birthday!
I sprang out of bed, literally quivering with excitement as I ran out into the hallway and into the bathroom. My mom had promised to spend the whole day with me, doing “fun stuff,” and I was anxious to get started. I pulled off my “tighty-whities,” and threw them in the hamper. Halting in front of the mirror, I studied myself for a few moments, as I did every morning. I shook my head sadly when I saw that I hadn’t sprouted any hairs under my arms or around my privates, and that my dick was just as tiny as when I went to bed. Short for my age – `eleven today,’ I thought – and kinda skinny, I stepped in front of the toilet, combed back my mid-length blond hair with one hand, and used the other to push down what one of my friends called my “morning wood” so I could pee.
Pulling on some gym shorts – mom said I was getting too old to walk around in my underwear anymore – I ran down the stairs. When I almost tripped over a pile of luggage, I squealed with excitement. “Yay! We’re going on an adventure!” Running into the kitchen, I skidded to a stop and quieted when I saw that my mom was on the phone.
I had to swallow a huge lump in my throat when I heard her explain “Yes. I’ll need you to stay with him until I get back on Monday morning. Casey’s a good boy, and he won’t give you any trouble. Will you be able to do that?” I sat down and glared at her, a dull roar in my ears, while she listened, a worried look on her face. Her face cleared and she smiled “You can stay all weekend? Good. Good. Can you come over now? Great. I have to get to the airport. Tell your mom I owe her.” She hung up the phone and looked at me, but averted her gaze immediately, as if burned by the fire in my eyes.
Wringing her hands, she said “Oh, honey. Please don’t be mad. My boss called this morning. I have to go away on business this weekend. It’s an emergency.” Talking fast, she went on “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll celebrate your birthday next week. I promise.” Those last two words felt like a slap, but I just glared at her, my eyes stinging as I fought back tears. I walked into the living room without a word, slapping my bare feet on the hardwood floor, wishing I was wearing big, heavy boots so I could really make some noise. `God damn it,’ I thought as I turned on the TV, `She always does this! I’m gonna make life a living hell for this babysitter. The bitch’ll probably never babysit again.’
I sprawled out on the couch, one leg up on the back, my foot on the wall, daring her to say something. Staring blankly at the TV, I thought of all the promises my mom had broken over the three years since the divorce. My eyes welled with tears as I thought of my dad, who had moved out after years of fighting with her. I really missed him, and blamed my mom for driving him away. I hardly ever got to see him anymore. I yelled “I hate you! I wanna go live with dad.”
Chapter Two
Brian could hear his mother calling his name, but he ignored her until her voice took on that shrill tone that warned of impending doom. He pulled on some shorts and stepped into the hall, smirking. “Did you say something, mom?” When she didn’t respond, he bounded down the stairs, his long legs taking them three at a time, shaking the house with each footfall, knowing full well that it drove her crazy when he did that.
His mother covered the phone with her hand, and said “Mrs. Thomas needs a babysitter for the weekend, and I told her you’d do it.” Seeing the look in his eyes, she said “No arguments, young man! I’m not paying your fines this time. If you don’t come up with the money, I’m gonna let them lock you up.” She held out the handset and said “No lip. Whatever she needs, you say `Yes, ma’am’ and `Thank you, ma’am.”
He took the instrument with a mocking smile, then turned away and listened for a few minutes. He thought `This doesn’t sound too bad,’ as he hung up the phone. Turning back to his mother, he jeered “She said to tell you she owed you one,” and scowled “She wants me right now. I guess I’d better get going, mother.” He dragged out the last work derisively.
He ran upstairs, pulled on a tee-shirt and some running shoes, and walked out of the house without another word. He was 16, old enough to drive, but he couldn’t even get a learner’s permit until he was off probation. He walked the two blocks to the Thomas’ house, marveling at the fact that any parent would be stupid enough to trust him with her kid. `Hell,’ he laughed, `my mom doesn’t even trust me to take care of her plants.’
He knocked on the door, and waited. He could hear a TV – loud – so knocked again, a bit harder. A tall, blond woman opened the door and said “Thanks for coming, Brian,” then invited him in, gesturing towards the kitchen. He glanced into the living room and spied a shirtless boy of about nine, lying on the couch watching TV. He stepped into the kitchen and chuckled quietly as he looked at the boy’s mother, thinking `What a MILF! Too bad she’s a bitch.’
Brian had taken an immediate dislike to his employer, even before he got to the house, mostly because he knew she was his mom’s friend. Looking her over, he concluded that she was probably about 32 – a few years younger than his mom – and had a fine body and a pretty face. But his favorite feature was her long, blond hair; he had a thing for blonds. He found himself wondering if she ever got lonely at night, and then shook his head, grinning at himself.
She asked if there was anything wrong, but he quickly said “no,” and explained “I was just surprised to hear that Casey’s eleven; he doesn’t look that old.” The woman explained that her son was sensitive about his size, and got teased about it at school. He was surprised again when she handed him $200, “just in case you need anything over the weekend.” She suggested that he take the boy out to eat, and “maybe to a movie or skating or something.”
Chapter Three
I heard a knock at the front door. My mom called down from her bedroom, a note of pleading in her voice, “Can you get the door, sweetie? I’m in a rush.” I ignored her, my eyes boring holes in the TV. After a few seconds, the knock was repeated, and she went to the door, looking in at me without a word. I was pleased to see that she looked exasperated, and thought `You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, mommy,’ using a line I used to hear from my dad all the time. I didn’t look up as the babysitter came in and followed her into the kitchen. I could hear them talking – my mom going over my schedule, the rules, what I was and wasn’t allowed to do, where she’d be, how she could be contacted. I smiled as I started plotting, thinking `Oh yeah – you’re gonna need that phone number! This chick’s gonna be sorry!’
My mom stood in the archway and called my name, still using that pleading tone. “Casey?” I continued to stare at the screen, ignoring her, until an unfamiliar set of hairy legs blocked my view, and the TV went black. Furious, I moved my eyes up over a long, lean teen boy’s body, clad in cutoff jeans, tee-shirt, and running shoes. My eyes came to rest on a face I’d seen before, but couldn’t quite place. I thought `A guy babysitter? Cool!” but said “Hey! I was watching that!” I glared at him, then at my mom, wanting to make sure they knew I was pissed.
The teen smiled at me as if I hadn’t said anything, and said “Hi! I’m Brian.” He dropped down on the couch next to me, put his arm around my shoulder like he was my best friend, and said “Your mom asked me to hang out with you this weekend. She said you’re too old for a babysitter, so let’s just be friends. Wadda ya think?”
I have to admit that I liked him right away – and kinda got a thrill when he put his arm around me – but I wasn’t going to let my mom know that. I slid away from him and almost yelled “Damn right I don’t need a babysitter,” glaring up at my mom. “I need my mom to keep her fuckin’ promises.” She threw her head back like she’d been hit. I thought `Score!’ as I picked up the remote, turned the TV back on, and increased the volume to the point where even I thought it was too loud.
My mom stood there for a few more seconds, a strained smile on her face, then said “Well, sweetie. Have fun this weekend. I’ll see you Monday. I promise; we’ll do your birthday next Saturday.” She looked at the teen, mouthed “Good luck,” picked up one of her bags, and walked out the front door.
The bigger boy took the remote from my hand, turned off the TV, and roughly pulled me to my feet. “Come on, dude. Let’s help her with her bags.” He was a lot stronger than me, so I had no choice. He gestured at the smallest of the bags, picked up the other two, and guided me out the door with his other hand firmly squeezing my neck from behind. I didn’t even try to resist; his fingers reached almost all the way around, and he was squeezing way too hard. Blinking back tears, I watched my mom drive away, and then went back into the house, even angrier than before. “Don’t ever grab me like that! You’re not my dad!”
Brian sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, ignoring my outburst. “Look, little dude. Treating your mom like that isn’t cool. You’re gonna have to grow the fuck up if you want to hang out with me.” He started flipping through the channels, and looked at me. “You have any of the good channels? You know – the ones you’re not supposed to watch?”
I stood there, glaring at him, my face burning. I was really mad at him for manhandling me, and embarrassed at how easily he’d pushed me around, but I also felt drawn to him. I really liked it when men – and he was big enough to fit my definition of a “man” – paid attention to me. I even liked it when I got to spend weekends with my cousins, though they were usually mean. Finally, I held my hand out for the remote. “Here,” I spat, “Let me see.” I continued “The grownup channels are locked,” immediately regretting my choice of words, but recovered when I was able to unlock the cable box. Dropping onto the other end of the couch, I laughed “My mom uses my birthday as her password. How lame is that?”
Brian took the remote, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled out on the couch, one leg stretched out behind me, the other on the floor, brushing against my calf. “Good job, little dude. We’re gonna get along just fine.” I blushed, excited in spite of myself. He turned and looked at the TV, saying “See anything you like?” in a casual tone, as he flipped through the porn channels.
I looked over at him as I moved, unconsciously matching his position on the couch, my legs almost, but not quite touching his. I blushed as my eyes passed from my smooth, skinny legs, to his hairy, muscular ones, and then up over the rest of his body. “I don’t know. You pick something,” not wanting to admit that I preferred cartoons to porn.
Staring at the screen, Brian brought his other leg up, so it ended up tangled with mine, one of my bare feet resting in the space between his thighs. Matching him, I stretched out a bit more, very aware that my bare foot was now just a few inches from his crotch.
Chapter Four
Brian had sized up his charge very quickly. The younger boy was obviously angry, but the teen knew all about that; he’d been pissed off for years. He thought `I’m gonna have to show him who’s boss, or I’ll be taking shit from him all weekend.’
He felt bad about grabbing the much smaller boy by the scruff of the neck like a bitch might pick up a naughty puppy, but thought `It was for his own good.’ Shaking his head violently, he thought `Oh my god! Did I just think that? I sound like my mom.’ Looking at the boy, he decided `I’m not his dad. No more `for his own good.’ From now on, I’ll just be his buddy.’
Once they were alone, he looked the boy over again, licking his lips. The cute blond was small for his age, with delicate features, kinda like a girl’s. He was encouraged when the smaller boy didn’t move away from him, their legs tangled together on the couch in a way that any observer would likely find very odd. He thought ‘if I play this right, this could be a really fun weekend.’
Chapter Five
Brian looked over at me, his eyes seeming to linger on the little bulge in my shorts, and laughed “I see you like this, too,” gesturing at the TV. I nodded, looking over at the screen in time to see an image of two naked men, and then looked back at Brian, who was still looking at me with an odd smile.
“You like that, lil dude?” he asked as he reached down and scratched his leg, the back of his hand brushing the hairless skin of my calf. I shivered, then looked away from him and back at the screen, where the men were standing over a naked woman. I hoped he didn’t notice that I wasn’t looking at the woman, but couldn’t take my eyes off those two huge dicks. I nodded wordlessly, my eyes still on the screen. He said “You ever seen dicks that big, Casey?”
I stammered “N-n-n-no,” looking back at him. We’d each slid further down in our seats, and my foot was now touching the much bigger bulge in his shorts. Looking away, I admitted “I’ve never seen any dicks . . . except mine and some of my friends’ . . . and mine’s . . . ummm . . . tiny . . .” The older boy looked at me and said “Dude! Your dick’s not supposed to be that big. I’ll bet it’s just right for your age.”
I looked at his face, and then moved my eyes down to his crotch. I pressed my foot against the threadbare denim of his shorts in what I hoped was a playful way, and giggled “I’ll bet yours is that big.”
He didn’t move away, but looked back at the screen, shaking his head and laughing “Nope. Not even close. Those guys are freaks. They belong in a circus. Most guys are way smaller than that.”
I shuddered in excitement as I felt the heat from his dick and balls in the bottom of my foot. Emboldened, I rubbed my foot against his hardness, and said “It sure is bigger than mine,” carefully watching his face.
Instead of getting mad, he laughed and moved his hips, rubbing himself against my foot. “That feels good, little man. You wanna see it?”
I stared at him, nodding enthusiastically. “Can I? Really? Cause . . . I’ve never . . . I mean . . . That’d be cool.”
Brian looked around, his eyes passing over the windows, and said “Maybe we’d better go upstairs. Show me your room, little guy.”
Chapter Six
I watched as the older boy got up, the bulge in his pants even more pronounced now that he was standing. He locked the front door, and said “Well? You gonna show me your room, dude?”
I got up as if in a trance and started up the stairs, thinking `Eleven could be my best birthday ever!’ From the top of the stairs, I called back “I gotta take a leak,” trying to sound like a big kid, and stepped into the bathroom. I was surprised when the teen followed me in, unzipped, and started to pee, his stream crossing mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis, which seemed huge to me, long and thick. I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see mine – it was only about two inches long and looked like a pencil stub – but couldn’t without pissing on the floor.
When he finished, he moved his fingers over his dick like he was trying to squeeze out the last few drops, instead of shaking it as I’d been taught. I imitated that motion, thinking `That must be how men do it,’ regretting that my dad wasn’t around to teach me stuff like that.
He then sat down on the edge of the bathtub, pulled down my shorts, and examined my dick carefully. He pronounced “That’s just about perfect, little dude. Just right.” I moaned when he gently stroked it, and moved his fingers over my balls. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, kid. This’ll grow when you do.” Laughing, he said “Look! It’s growing now.”
He walked into my room and laughed “Yep. This looks just like my room; messy . . . and it smells like a boy lives here.” He said “I promised you could see mine,” then slid off his shorts and sat down on the bed, his legs spread wide, his balls hanging down over the edge of the mattress. His dick stood at full attention.
I giggled and exclaimed “Holy shit! It’s so big!” as I moved towards him, leaning in and putting my face only inches from his organ, which I figured must be three times as big as mine.
Brian laid back, put his hands behind his head, and said “You can touch it if you want.”
I reached out with one finger and just barely grazed the skin of his ball sack, afraid to touch his dick. I pulled my finger back when he groaned.
He smiled and said “It’s OK, kid . . . and you don’t have to be that gentle. I’m tough. Go ahead and touch it.”
I reached out again, this time stroking my fingers over the bag of skin containing his big balls, my other hand on my own tiny bag. “Yours is all wrinkly – and it hangs way down.” When he didn’t object, I wrapped my fingers around his penis, the tips of my fingers not quite touching. I withdrew my hand in alarm when he gasped.
He smiled at me and moaned “No – don’t stop. That felt good, little man.”
I returned my hand to his shaft, and he reached down, covering my hand with his and stroking it up and down.
I giggled as I moved my fingers on my own little dick the same way, then moaned softly, surprised by how good it felt. I continued this for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds of pleasure the older boy was making, and giggling “This is fun, Brian!”
The older boy sat up and stood me between his knees. “There’s lots of fun stuff we can do, if you want, little buddy. We can have lots of fun all weekend. What do you think?”
I giggled and gave him what I thought was a sly look. “Well . . . my mom told me to have fun.”
Chapter Seven
Brian laughed and said “You know what I like to do when I’m home alone?”
I just shook my head, my eyes on his big, thick dick, and my fingers stroking my own little member.
He asked “Ya got any nosy neighbors?”
When I shook my head, he grinned and said “I like to go naked. When nobody’s around, I do everything naked.” His face darkened a bit as he said “And my mom’s like never home, so that’s a lotta the time.” He pulled his tee-shirt over his head, revealing a lean torso, hairless except for patches above his dick and under his arms. Holding his clothes in his hands, he walked out, saying “Your mom said you didn’t eat breakfast. Let’s go rustle up some food. You better bring your shorts, just in case somebody comes by.”
I followed him down to the kitchen and giggled as we sat down at the table to eat some cereal, saying “I never ate nakie before.”
He laughed and said “I think we’re gonna do lots of stuff you never did before. Now eat, lil dude, or you’ll never get big and strong like Brian,” an ironic smile on his face. Brian pulled his chair away from the table, positioning it so I had a clear view of his dick and balls, and then started to eat.
Mimicking him, I did the same, trying unsuccessfully to hang my little balls off the corner of the chair, like his did.
After breakfast, Brian loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen, while I watched him, fascinated by his naked body. I’d never seen anybody older than me, other than my mom, undressed before, and couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t remember if I ever saw my dad naked.
He walked out to the living room and stretched out his long teen body on the couch, saying “I saw you looking, little buddy. You can look and touch all you want just be careful with the family jewels.” Smiling, he gently squeezed my balls for emphasis. He turned the TV back on, and lay there looking at porn, while I examined his body. He let me move his arms and legs around, and even turned over when I asked him to, but he stopped me when I pulled his butt cheeks apart, saying “That’s virgin territory, little man.”
I giggled and nodded as if I understood; returning to an examination of his hairy legs, but wondered what he meant. I thought “I’ll Google that later.” He spread his legs when I slipped my hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, then turned over, saying “You can play with my cojones all you want; just be gentle, dude.” He laughed “I’m gonna need `em someday.” I made a mental note to Google that, too.
Brian gestured at the TV, and said “What do you think of that?”
I turned and watched as a woman licked, kissed, then sucked a man’s penis. I gasped and stared, as my own little dick stiffened.
He laughed and took it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the head until I was moaning. “What do you think, Casey? Does that look like fun?” He continued to stroke and rub my dick while the man on the screen moaned, then suddenly called out as if in pain, his body jerking and shuddering.
My dick went soft, and I jumped in alarm. “My friend does that sometimes; it’s called a seizure.”
He laughed and pulled me down on top of him, hugging me as he whispered “Oh no, lil dude. That’s not a seizure. That’s called `cumming,’ and it’s about the best thing you’re ever gonna feel. Look, he’s OK; doesn’t he look happy now?”
I returned my eyes to the screen, and nodded, as the man lay there, kissing the woman.
I giggled “That’s yucky. Kissing’s gross,” prompting him to laugh, pull me close, and kiss me on the lips. I struggled for a few seconds then decided I liked having my body against his, his hard dick between my knees. I still thought kissing was kinda yucky, though.
Chapter Eight
I heard moaning from the TV, and turned my head in time to see another woman licking yet another man’s dick. As before, I couldn’t take my eyes from the huge organ, feeling my own little stub pressed against the older boy’s belly. Puzzled, I asked “Brian? How come his dickie doesn’t look like ours?”
I reddened in embarrassment when the teen laughed, then laid there in stunned silence when he explained. “Oh – that’s what dicks are supposed to look like. We were born that way, but the doctors cut off part of ours’ when we were babies.” He wrapped his long arms around me, maybe understanding that I needed a hug after hearing that.
I looked up at his face, alarmed, and asked “Why? Was something wrong with my dickie?”
He laughed again. I liked that laugh; there was nothing mean about it, like the older kids at school. “Nah. Your dickie’s perfect.”
The little kid word sounded weird coming from him. I decided that saying “dickie” made me sound like a baby, and resolved to use his big boy words from then on. I blushed as I said “You think my cock’s perfect, Brian?”
Brian laughed again. He stood me up so I was straddling his hips, and took my little unit in his fingers. Seeming to weigh it in his hand, he said “It’s perfect, but I don’t think it’s fair to call it a `cock’ yet.”
Appearing to think carefully, he said “It’s too big for a `wee-wee,’ but not big enough to be a `cock.’ Let’s call it a `dick.’ OK?”
I nodded wordlessly, a very serious look on my face.
Then he started to gently stroke my shaft and balls with his fingertips. I moaned softly when he rubbed his thumb over the tip. “Oh god! That feels so good.”
He pulled me back down on top of him, kissed me on the lips, and turned my face back to the TV screen. He whispered in my ear “What do you think of what she’s doing to him?” He gestured at the screen, where yet another naked woman was sucking another huge cock.
I gasped and said “I don’t see how she can get that big thing in her mouth. I think I’d choke.”
Brian giggled and said “Yeah – that’s a real jawbreaker. Good thing ours aren’t that big. Huh?” He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over on top of me.
I laid there in stunned silence as he kissed and licked his way down my chest and belly, then started licking my dick and balls. I almost screamed when he opened his mouth wide and took my boy meat into his mouth, licking and sucking with abandon. I moaned softly as my dick throbbed in his mouth, almost painful now, and feeling like it had swollen up to fill the hot, wet opening. When he pulled back and nibbled at the head of my dick with his teeth, I did scream, but he quickly reached up and covered my mouth with one hand, wrapping his other arm tight around my torso. “It’s OK, Casey. I won’t hurt you. Promise.”
Holding me that way, he continued to lick and suck until I started to pant. Removing his hand and looking up, he laughed “Feel good, little dude?”
I responded by thrusting my hips upward, pushing my little dick back into his mouth, greedy for more of those wonderful feelings. After a few minutes of intense licking and sucking, he reached between my thighs and pushed one finger between my butt cheeks.
I jumped when he prodded my asshole, and gasped “What . . . what’re you doing, Brian?” in alarm.
He looked up without moving his finger away, and said “Tickling you, dude! Big boys do this all the time. Don’t worry about it.” Engulfing my dick and balls in his mouth again, he returned to licking and sucking, as the new sensations started to overwhelm my senses. Suddenly, I cried out as every muscle in my body tensed, and my balls seemed to pull up into my belly. Not recognizing what I was feeling, and terrified that I was about to pee in my babysitter’s mouth, I tried to pull away, but found that Brian held me in an iron grip, one arm around my thighs, and one hand probing between my ass cheeks. I almost cried, saying “Let me go, Brian. I gotta pee!”
The older boy held on tight, and increased his sucking, for the first time pushing a fingertip into my tight little ass. I cried out loudly as my body started to buck, and I felt muscles I didn’t even know I had, hidden back behind my balls, start to spasm. My dick didn’t feel small now, but felt like it had expanded to the size of a house! I could feel it moving in his mouth, and the most powerful explosive feeling I had ever experienced overcame my senses. After a few seconds of this, I collapsed back on the couch, an amazing feeling of relaxation and peace flowing through my body.
Brian kissed his way back up my torso and held me in his arms, smiling at me. My brain was still awash in sensations, not just from my crotch, but from everywhere, all at once. Unable to move or breathe or speak, I just lay there, my eyes on the older boy, but not really seeing him. Finally, I regained my speech, but could only manage to gasp “Oh my god!” I stared up into his eyes, and then opened my mouth, hoping he’d kiss me again, thinking ‘That wouldn’t be yucky at all!’
I lay there in Brian’s arms for what seemed like hours, my body and mind just drifting as he kissed me and gently stroked my body, the memory of those sensations still so fresh that I could almost feel them. Finally,I looked at Brian and asked “What was that? That felt so good. Was that `cumming?’ Can you make me do that again?”
Brian smiled, and kissed me. “Oh yeah, little buddy. At your age, you can do that over and over and over. We can do other stuff, too, if you want.”
Just then, the phone rang, and we both jumped. Brian looked scared. He laughed “Oh, it’s just the phone.”
I lay there, still feeling kinda foggy, until he called my name, and said “It’s your mom – and remember, boys who are rude to their moms don’t get to play with me.” I took the phone and apologized. I grinned up at him and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock as I said “OK, mom, I promise I’ll do whatever the babysitter says.”
Chapter Nine
After lunch, we got dressed and walked over to Brian’s house. He led me up to his room and gestured for me to sit on his bed. When his cell phone rang he stepped out in the hallway but I could still hear his voice, pleasant at first, then angry. He came back in, gave me a forced smile, and slammed the door. “My mom won’t be home until late. You want to stay here for a while? I have some video games and a great DVD we can watch.”
I looked around at Brian’s room, excited to be there in his private space, and nodded.
He reached under his mattress and pulled out an unlabeled DVD, saying “I downloaded this off the internet. It’s . . . let’s watch it . . . see if you like it.”
I giggled happily when he started to undress, and I was naked in seconds. He pulled a laptop in front of us, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and started the video.
I rested my head on his muscular forearm and sighed happily. “Is it weird that I like it when you hold me like this?”
Brian didn’t answer, but gently stroked his hands over my chest and belly, his arms tight around me, his hard cock jutting between my thighs.
The screen went black for a few seconds, and then I saw two naked men, one looking older than the other. I watched intently, waiting for the camera to pull back and reveal the woman – but that never happened. Instead, the men started to kiss; then the older man kissed and licked his way down the teen’s body just like Brian had with me.
I giggled as Brian traced along the same path with his fingers, touching my dick at exactly the same moment the onscreen lips found their target. I felt my dick throb almost painfully when I saw that huge cock disappearing between the man’s lips. “Yeah,” I giggled. “That’s a cock, not a dick.” I moaned softly as Brian stroked my dick and played with my balls, my eyes locked on the screen.
Brian whispered “That makes me so hot. Do you like it, too?” as his fingers continued to fondle my achingly hard little dick.
I tried to talk, but couldn’t; so nodded, then turned my head and kissed his shoulder in answer.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to; but do you want to try that? I promise you, it’s not gross.”
I turned around in his arms and kissed him, then nodded. Reaching down and touching his cock, I said “I don’t think I can get that in my mouth. It’s too big.”
Brian stopped the video, rolled onto his back and said “I’ll bet you can. But I won’t make you, little dude.”
I kissed him on the lips, just like in the video, and this time it didn’t seem gross at all! I was surprised when I felt his tongue pushing against my lips, but I let him push into my mouth, and sucked on his tongue for a while. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me down, and started licking and kissing his neck, then his chest, and then down along his belly. When I got to his pubic hair, I sniffed and was treated to my first whiff of man smell. Almost dizzy, I stopped there for several seconds, inhaling deeply, while fondling his big, heavy balls with my fingers.
I was desperate to please him, but looked up and said “Promise not to pee in my mouth?” When he smiled and nodded, I opened wide, and tried to swallow his dickhead, like I’d seen on screen. He grabbed my head and pulled me back, laughing “Careful with the teeth, dude.”
I looked up at him, worried that he might be mad at me, but could see that he had kind of a dreamy look on his face.
I started kissing and licking at his dick and balls as I tried to figure out how to get all that meat in my mouth without touching it with my teeth. I grew increasingly excited by his moaning, thinking `Wow! I’m doing that!’ I loved that I could make him feel that good, and knew I could do more.
I opened my mouth, covered my teeth with my lips, and swallowed his dickhead. I loved the feel of the smooth skin on my tongue, and the salty taste of his sweat was almost more than I could bear. I took his balls in one hand and started kneading them with my fingers. Remembering how good it had felt when he did it to me, I slipped my other hand under him, and probed between his cheeks, completely forgetting what he had said about “virgin territory.”
The older boy’s body writhed under me and I held on, not wanting to let his cock slip out of my mouth. I tried to push my finger into him, like he had with me, but he tightened his butt cheeks, stopping me. I continued to play with his balls, rolling them between my fingers as I sucked at the head of his cock.
His scent, the taste of his cock, his moans of excitement, the motion of his body, and the feel of his muscular legs under me combined to overwhelm my senses. I forced my mouth down over his huge member, greedy for more, but he reached down and stopped me, pulling my head up so that only the mushroom-shaped head was in my mouth. I sucked and sucked and sucked, until my mouth was filled with a new taste. Sweet and salty at the same time, I couldn’t get enough of it.
Chapter Ten
Brian moaned softly, looking down along his body at the young boy who was hungrily gobbling his cock. He couldn’t believe his luck, and wondered just how far he’d be able to push this. `Does this beautiful boy have any limits?’ he wondered. He knew he had to be careful, but he suspected the kid would do anything he asked. But he also knew he would never want to hurt this boy or do anything to scare him.
He reached down and gently took the boy’s head in his hands, stroking his hair and his face and his ears, and whispered “Oh yeah, Casey! That feels amazing! Don’t stop, little dude.” Suddenly, he grimaced, and his muscles started to tense. His back arched involuntarily, and he thrust his cock up into the boy’s mouth. As much as he wanted to cum, he forced himself to stop, grasping the boy under the arms and pulling him up onto his chest.
Tears welled in Casey’s eyes as he gasped for breath. “Did I . . . did I do something wrong, Brian?”
The teen looked at him, so trusting, so . . . `what is that in his eyes? Love? Oh god. I have to be careful here.’ He hugged the boy, and kissed him over and over. “Shit, no! You did everything right. I just have to explain something to you.” Relieved to feel his orgasm subsiding, he explained “Big boys – and men – we `cum.’ Do you know what that means? Stuff comes out of our dicks.” He hurried to explain “It’s not pee, and I think it tastes good – kinda sweet. But some people think it’s nasty.” He watched the younger boy to see if he understood.
Casey looked into his eyes and nodded. “I like how you taste.” Brian got a warm feeling all over when the boy wrapped his arms around his chest, and snuggled his face into his neck, licking and kissing him. “I know you wouldn’t do anything nasty to me.”
Brian kissed him again, and went on “I was about to cum, and didn’t want to do it in your mouth unless you want me to.” He lifted the boy’s face and looked at him, slowly repeating “You never have to do anything you don’t want to, Casey; never, ever.”
Chapter Eleven
I giggled “I know that, Brian,” then kissed my way back down his body, taking the head of his cock back in my mouth, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I licked and sucked for just a few seconds more before Brian exploded, firing his hot cum into my waiting mouth.
I swallowed every drop. To be honest, it felt gross in my mouth, but I looked up into his eyes and swallowed. Seeing the same look that I sometimes saw on my mother’s face when she listened to her favorite music, I continued to lick and suck until the older boy couldn’t take it anymore and gently pulled me off his cock.
I kissed my way up along his flat belly and rested my head on his chest, gently licking at one of his nipples.
Brian reached down and pulled a blanket up over us, wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. He whispered “Yeah, baby boy. I like doing this stuff with you.”
I thought of my dad, and how he used to call me “baby boy” when I was little. I kissed the teen and said “I like it when you call me that.”
Chapter Twelve
We lay there like that until the video ended, and then Brian said “I guess we’d better get back to your house.” He stood up and did a little dance in front of me, making his now soft dick bob up and down. I giggled as I watched, then stood up and did a little dance of my own, thinking `I want to be just like him.’
Brian ejected the DVD from the player and dropped it into his bag, then took it into the bathroom and gathered a few more things. “Let’s go, little dude. I don’t want to be here when my mom gets home.”
I dressed quickly and followed him through the house like a puppy. I fell in beside him for the short walk back to my house, almost running to keep up with his much longer stride.
“Your mom left some money. She said we could go out to dinner. Maybe we can have our own birthday party for you. Just you and me. Wadda ya’ think?”
“That’d be cool,” I exclaimed, forgetting myself and skipping the rest of the way home.
We dropped Brian’s stuff off at my house, and walked about a half-mile to the pizza place near the mall. Brian told me I could order whatever I wanted, so we got garlic bread, milk shakes, and pizza with everything but anchovies – they’re gross.
As we were finishing up, Brian asked me what else I wanted to do. I looked over at the mall, and said “Can we go to the movies? There’s one I really wanna see.”
Brian picked up the check and started towards the register. “Sure. Why not? It’s your birthday, dude.” We walked across the parking lot to the theater.
When I told Brian which movie I wanted to see, he grinned “That’s rated R, little dude. You sure it’s OK with your mom for you to see it?”
I giggled “I don’t think much of what we did today would be OK with my mom.”
Brian nodded and went up to the ticket window. I was bitterly disappointed when I heard him order two tickets to a Disney movie. I tugged at his arm and hissed “No. Not that one!”
He led me into the theater lobby and whispered “Don’t worry about it, dude. I’ve been sneakin’ into R-rated movies for years. No way would they have let you in without your mom.”
We went to the concession stand and got a huge bucket of popcorn, with lots of butter, and two extra-large drinks, then went into the theater.
When Brian turned in our tickets, the usher pointed to the right and said “Second auditorium on the right.”
I looked at Brian and said “I gotta go to the bathroom” in a loud voice.
An exasperated look on his face, Brian pointed at the men’s room, and waited in the hall holding the drinks and popcorn while I went in. I really did need to pee.
When I came out, Brian led me away from the usher, into the R-rated movie! Giggling, he said “See? It works every time. Truth is, I doubt he really cares. He probably did this when he was a kid, too.”
We moved to the very rear of the theater, but instead of sitting in the middle like my mom always did, Brian led me to a seat in the back corner. When I objected, he said “Trust me. You’ll like it over here way better.”
We sat there, eating popcorn and talking quietly for about 15 minutes, until the lights dimmed and the movie trailers started. Brian had been holding the popcorn in front of me, but he asked me to hold it.
I gasped in surprise when he dropped his hand into my lap and started rubbing my crotch. Laughing quietly, he said “I told you it would be better to sit over here.”
When I moaned, he whispered “You gotta be quiet, little dude.” But he didn’t stop rubbing.
After a few minutes, I held the popcorn out to him and whispered “Here, you hold it.” He grinned and took the bucket in both hands, holding it in his lap.
I reached over, as if to get a handful, and slipped my hand under the bucket and down the front of his pants. I gently gripped his cock, holding it and rubbing my thumb over the head every few minutes, until the movie started.
He pulled my hand out and whispered “We have all weekend, little dude. Let’s watch the movie.”
Chapter Thirteen
It was late when we got back to my house. I saw that the answering machine was blinking and pushed the button to check the messages. It was my mom.
Brian dialed the number she’d left. He talked with her for a minute, and reported that he’d taken me out for my birthday, and that we’d seen the new Disney movie. “It was PG-13, but it really wasn’t bad. I hope that’s OK with you.” He handed me the phone, smiling.
I talked with my mom for a few minutes, thanking her for letting Brian take me out for my birthday, and telling her how much I’d enjoyed the movie. I told her a few things about it that I’d picked up from commercials, and then stopped, saying “But I don’t want to ruin the ending for you.” When she said she’d been looking forward to seeing it with me, I said “It was really good, mom. I’ll go again with you.” I handed the phone back to Brian, grinning conspiratorially.
He hung up the phone and said “I told your mom you’ve been good.” He reached down and stroked my crotch and giggled “Really good.”
He locked the front door, then walked around and turned off the downstairs lights before picking up his bag. “It’s late. Let’s get to bed.”
I followed him up the stairs. I have to admit I whined “But I’m not tired yet.”
He laughed. “I didn’t say `sleep,’ baby boy. I said `bed.’ Now come on.”
I grinned and followed him into the guest room, which was furnished with a queen size bed.
Chapter Fourteen
Brian stripped and walked into the bathroom. “Go get a pair of PJs, dude.”
I did as I was told, even though I never wear pajamas. While I was in my room, I stripped and went into the bathroom. After peeing and brushing my teeth, I turned off the lights, and returned to the guest room. Putting the PJs on the dresser, I climbed into bed naked.
Brian turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead, and gently stroked his hands over my smooth skin. “Happy birthday, Casey.”
I cleared my throat and asked a question I’d been wondering about. “Brian? Is this what the big kids mean when they say `queer’?”
Even in the dark, I could see that Brian blushed. “I’m not queer, and you’re not old enough to know if you are. I like girls. This is just for fun. It doesn’t mean we’re gay or nothin’. OK?”
I nodded and kissed him. “OK. I just wondered. All I know is I like it. Can you make me cum again now?”
Brian laughed. “Want me to show you another way? You may not be big enough to do it, but it’ll still be fun.”
When I nodded, he picked me up and held me over his head, grinning. He brought me down on top of him so his face was between my thighs, and my face was over his belly. He laughed “this is called ’69.’ If you were taller, you could suck me while I suck you, but you can still play with my cock.” He took my dick and balls in his mouth and started sucking.
Moaning loudly as he sucked my now exquisitely sensitive dick, I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I stroked him, matching his rhythm until I started to lose control of my body. Holding onto his cock like a handle, I started to move my hips, thrusting my dick into his mouth faster and faster.
Brian wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me against him, sucking harder and harder, riding the motion of my body as I drove into him faster and faster, over and over and over. I don’t know how long this went on, but after a while, I screamed as my entire body spasmed. It felt like my dick exploded in his mouth.
I collapsed, my whole body quivering. I lay on top of him for a while, as he gently licked and sucked at my soft little dick. After a while, he moved me next to him, and wrapped me up in his arms and legs.
“How was that, baby boy?”
I lay there, feeling safe and warm. “That was super! It gets better every time. Can I ask you something?”
Brian nodded “Anything.”
“What does mine taste like? Is it like yours?”
Brian kissed me. “When you cum, nothing comes out. That’s why you can do it as many times as you want. That’ll change when you get a little older, and start growin’ hair.”
I must have made a face at that. Brian asked “What’s wrong?”
“I’m the smallest kid in my class. A bunch of other kids have hair under their arms, and I don’t. It seems like I’ll never grow up.”
Brian hugged me tight, his hands moving over my body. “I think you’re perfect the way you are. You’ll have hair and zits and nasty body odor before you know it.” He lifted my arms and licked my armpits, first one, and then the other. “I probably wouldn’t want to do that if you were all hairy, but I think its sexy now.”
I giggled “That tickles.” But I didn’t move away. After a while, I climbed on top of him, straddled his belly, and lifted his arms over his head. Smiling, I leaned down and kissed him. Then I started licking his hairy armpits. Lifting my head for a moment, I remarked “Doesn’t seem gross to me,” then buried my nose in his armpit hair.
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