Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 05:49:33 -0800
From: pssteve2009@hotmail.com
Subject: The Babysitter and Mr Love

When I was 14 I did a lot of baby sitting in the neighborhood where we
lived.  It was a neighborhood of young couples with little kids.  Really
handsome athletic men (we even had a couple of professional ball players.)
and pretty wives, and they were young enough to want to go out dancing and
not get home til late.  I was kind of a pudgy kid, but precocious and
responsible and so almost every weekend I had a baby-sitting gig for
someone.  The kids were usually in bed by the time I got there and I knew
the parents wouldn't be home til late-sometimes well after midnight.

There were three or four daddies that were so damn good looking and sexy
and I always liked to babysit at their houses the most.  Once I made sure
their kids were sound asleep, I would sneak into the parents' bedroom and
open the dresser drawers until I found the dad's underwear.  I would strip
off my own pants and underwear and slip into the dad's jockey shorts.  It
made me incredibly horney.  I imagined the cloth cupping their big dicks
and hairy balls.  I would look at myself in the mirror, my little dick as
hard as a rock and imagine that I was cupping those big daddy baskets with
my hands-imagining the smell of their crotches, the curling dark hair
rising from out of the elastic waistbands and climbing up their hard
bellies to furry chests, and out the leg holes down hard hairy muscular
thighs.  And then I would take the jockeys off carefully put them away ( I
didn't want to leave any evidence and sure didn't want anyone to discover
my perverted fantasy) and beat off, cumming hard and long.  A couple of the
dads also kept their jock straps with their underwear and sliding into
those sent me straight to heaven.  If they called to ask me to babysit,
even at the last minute, I would happily cancel any other plans with my
friends and spend the evening in secret, guilt-racked bliss.  I knew it
made me incredibly horney and I just couldn't stop myself from doing it.

But my favorite dad was Mr. Love.  Yes that was actually his name. He was
slim and athletic, and best of all he was really hairy. He had curls of
dark hair popping out of his shirt collar.  His forearms were so hairy they
were almost furry.  His jockeys had a special kind of pouch that the other
dad's didn't have.  They just wore regular tighty whiteys, but his were
kind of tailored.  I could fit my fist into the pouch without stretching
them.  And he had two jockstraps-one white and one red. I spent many happy
evenings trying them on, so I was always glad to babysit for Mr and Mrs
Love.  She was always nice and friendly, kind of like my mom, but he always
seemed very stern and formal and made me a little nervous, but somehow that
just made him seem sexier.

One night I got a call from Mr. Love asking if I could come over and baby
sit.  He apologized for the late notice but said he was really stuck.  Of
course I said yes right away and walked over to their house looking forward
to feeling my cock and balls nestled in his big-pouch jockeys. I rang the
door bell and Mr. Love answered it.  I was a little surprized because he
hadn't gotten dressed yet; he was wearing a bathrobe over his underwear and
he hadn't tied it shut.  I could see a wonderful track of hair running down
his muscular belly and into the shorts I had dreamed about so often.  He
locked the front door behind me and told me to follow him into the bedroom.

I asked him where Mrs. Love and the kids were.  I thought he needed me to
babysit. And he said "They're away for the night, but you and I have
something we need to talk about."  He was very stern, he looked cross,
even, and I got really nervous.  We went into the bedroom and he went
straight to his underwear drawer, opened it up and then turned around to
look at me accusingly.  The front of his robe was still open and I couldn't
keep my eyes from being drawn to his hairy belly and his big pouch
underwear.  I had imagined what they might look like cradling his cock and
the bulge was even bigger than I had dared dream of.  He stared at me
coldly for almost a minute.  I was scared totally shitless and mesmerized
at the same time.  I knew I should look him in the eye but I couldn't tear
my gaze away from the gap in his open bathrobe and what it revealed.

Then he spoke.  "Well, Tommy.  Can you tell me why every time you babysit
here I come back to find that someone has been going through my underwear?"
I stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Love. I wouldn't
do anything like that."  My mouth was dry. My hands were shaking, but I
wasn't sure whether it was from fear or from the excitement of seeing his
hairy torso and bulging jockeys.  He was even hunkier and hairier than I
had imagined as I was beating off.  I was sure I had folded everything
exactly as I had found it and put it away.  There was a long pause, and all
I could do was stare and swallow nervously, until finally I croaked
"Honest, Mr. Love."

He gave a short kind of cruel sounding laugh and said."Tommy, we both know
you are lying. I've been checking carefully the last several times you've
been babysitting and I always find my jockstraps with the red one on the
bottom, and I always leave it on the top.  Do you want to explain what
you've been doing in my underwear drawer?"

I stammered and couldn't say a word.  He stepped away from the drawer and
came several step closer. I couldn't meet his glare. I couldn't tear my
eyes away from his hairy belly and his chest was right at eye level.
"Well, Tommy?"

And all of a sudden I began to blubber and cry like a little kid and my
whole terrible guilty secret came tumbling out.  I told him yes, I had been
playing with his underwear, and I couldn't help thinking about what they
looked like when he was wearing them and what it would feel like to put on
the same cloth that had been next to his crotch, and how his jockstraps
were so snug over his bulge and babbled like an idiot.  Tears and snot were
running down my face.  I was hysterical.  "Please, Mr. Love I'll never do
it again.  Please don;t tell anybody.  I try and try not to do it, cause I
know it's wrong, but I keep doing it, I don't know why.  I can't stop
myself.  Please don't tell my folks.  Please!!  I'll do anything to make it
up to you.  I won't ever do it again, I promise"

And for the first time ever, Mr. Love looked at me with a reassuring smile.
He was always so stern but he reached over and put his hand on my shoulder
and said "It's OK Tommy.  Nobody's going to tell anybody about this.  I
just want to get to the bottom of things." He gave my shoulder a squeeze.
He went into the bathroom and brought back some tissues and handed them to
me and waited while I pulled myself together, dried my tears and blew my
nose.  I was still frightened and ashamed but at least he wasn't looking so
angry. He actually looked kind.  He told me to sit down on an easy chair in
the bedroom and he stood by the dresser in front of me.  His robe was still
open and now his crotch was at my eye level, and I couldn't look anywhere
else-certainly not in his eyes.

"So, Tommy" he began "You like to try on my underwear because you wonder
how it feels?"  I nodded guiltily.  "You like to think about what my body
looks like when I'm wearing my jockeys or my jockstrap?"  Again a guilty
nod.  "You wonder what I look like naked?" "Yes," I stammered ,
"Sometimes."

He took a couple of steps closer to me. The gap in his bathrobe widened.  I
stared hard at the floor. "Well. Tommy, here's your chance.  Take a good
look.  It's OK." I raised my eyes to meet his and he smiled.  "Its OK
Tommy."  And for the first time I let myself stare openly at his crotch.
It was so big and bulged like an orange.  I was hypnotized and couldn't
stop looking.  I watched the way the hair on his belly came out of the
elastic and curled over the waistband.  A trail of hair curled up his
washboard stomach and blossomed all over his chest.  "Do you like that,
Tommy?" he whispered.  I nodded like someone in a trance.  He stepped
closer, so close that I could have reached out to touch his crotch if I had
dared. "That's OK Tommy.  You can look at it as long as you want."  The
robe opened further. A long minute and then he was whispering again "Would
you like to see what I look like without my robe, Tommy?"  "Yes." I
croaked.  My little dick was rock hard and I tried to cover my crotch with
my hands, but unable to tear my eyes away.  He slipped the robe off his
shoulder and took a step closer.  "You like this, don't you, Tommy?"  I
nodded unable to speak, unable to look him in the eye.

And then I felt his hand on my shoulder, He gave me a reassuring
squeeze. "It's OK, Tommy."  Another long silence.  I could hear the clock
ticking in the hallway, and finally forced myself to look up to his face.
He was smiling.  "It's OK, Tommy.  You can touch it if you want.  Go ahead"
I reached with trembling fingers to graze the cloth covered bulge-just a
feather light touch.  I could see the bulge growing in his jockeys. It was
huge. "Go ahead, Tommy.  You can hold it if you like.  You'd like that
wouldn't you?" I nodded weakly and reached to hold his hardening cock,
feeling through the fabric as it grew longer and thicker and harder.  His
hand was on my head, running through my hair.  "Go ahead Tommy.  It's OK to
sniff it.  I know you want to."  I put my face up against his jockeys,
pressing against his hard cock and breathed deeply.  There was a wet spot
on his underwear now and he said, "You'd like to kiss it, wouldn't you
Tommy.  That's OK, too.  I know you want to" I pressed my lips against his
now-rock-hard cock and reached up to cradle his heavy balls in my hand.

"Go ahead Tommy.  It's OK to slip your hand into my underwear.  I know
that's what you do when your trying them on alone .  You want to feel my
hair there don;t you?"  "Yes sir," I whispered "That's what I think about
sometimes."  "Then go ahead Tommy. It's OK" He took my hand and gently
slipped it under the elastic waistband of his jockeys.  He took my other
hand and began to guide it up and down through the hairy track in his
belly.  The back of my hand trailed through his thick bush and then my
fingers tentatively wrapped around his cock.  "That's right, Tommy" he
whispered.  "You like doing that don't you."  I nodded.  "Tell me, Tommy.
Tell me you like it."  "Yes Mr. Love, I like holding you there.  I like it
a lot."  His hands were caressing my head and neck, rubbing my shoulders.
"I knew you'd like it. Tommy." he said softly "I knew you'd like it."

We stayed like that for a little bit and then he said "Why don't you slide
off my jockeys, Tommy?  I know you really want to see me naked.  It's OK,
Tommy."  I slid both hands under the waistband and slowly pulled them down
his hairy thighs.  His hard cock came springing up once the waistband
cleared his tip.  It was all wet and dripping and just a couple of inches
from my face.  "You want to kiss it again, don't you Tommy.  Go ahead, See
what it tastes like.  It's OK."  Hesitantly I brought my lips to the head
of his cock, and my tongue licked at the moisture dripping from the slit.
"How does that taste, Tommy?  Do you like doing that, Tommy."  "Yes,
Mr. Love, I like it a lot."  "You've been dreaming about tasting my cock,
haven't you, Tommy.  Go ahead.  It's OK."  I opened my mouth and let the
head of his cock slide inside.  I could feel it pressing on my tongue and
taste the salty pre-cum and he gently pushed it in farther-but only an inch
or two.  It was enormous.  I reached up and caressed his balls as he held
it still in my mouth.  Then his hands were holding my head still and he
began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth and he kept up a steady
cooing "Yes that feels good, doesn;t it Tommy.  You've like having my cock
in your mouth don't you Tommy. You've been dreaming about doing this,
haven't you, Tommy.  Go ahead, Tommy, it's OK" I could'nt say anything I
was in a complete trance and there was nothing but his hairy bush tickling
my face, my forehead grazing his hairy taut belly.  I was in heaven, and
wanted this never to end.

Then all of a sudden, he stiffened and his cock began to shoot cum into my
mouth and all over my face.  Spurt after spurt, and at the same time my own
little cock started jerking and I came harder than I ever had even when I
was jacking myself off.  "That;s right Tommy," Mr Love whispered, ""You've
been dreaming about tasting my cum, haven;t you?  It's OK Go ahead. Taste
it .  Taste as much as you want."

After a minute or so, he let go of my head and went into the bathroom and
brought back a wet washcloth and started wiping my face-the cum was
everywhere.  In my hair, dribbling from my lips, on my chin.  "We've got to
clean you up real good, Tommy, cuz we don't want Mrs. Love to find out
about how you go through my underwear drawer when you're babysitting, do
we."  "No. Mr. Love, we sure don;t."  and he took me into his arms and
pulled me close to him.  I could feel his breath against my cheek and the
next thing I knew, we were kissing and I could feel his tongue, so gently
going into my mouth and tickling my ears. "This is our secret, isn't it,
Tommy" he whispered.  I nodded and he kissed me gently again.

And after a little while he started to unbutton my shirt and began
whispering again like before. ""I know you want to know what it feels like
to be naked next to me and feel my hairy body everywhere, don't you Tommy.
You want to feel what it's like to press your cock against my hairy belly,
and feel my hands touching you everywhere, don't you Tommy?"  I nodded
mutely.  "Go ahead, Tommy, I know you want to, it's OK."....