Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 04:24:34 -0700
From: Nate Farmer <nate.farmer94@gmail.com>
Subject: Babysitter Crush

You know the rules, get 18 or get gone. If you don't like this kind of
content, cry me a river because you're the one that clicked it. All
resemblences are purely coincidental, don't do drugs, stay in school,
everything that needs to be said before writing something dirty. I don't
write very often, so it'd be nice to get some criticism or any sort of
feedback from my readers. I can be reached by
<nate.farmer94@gmail.com>. Let me know what you think!

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Corey's heart was pounding in his ears as he traced the grain of the wood
with his fingers, running them up and down the surface of the door. How
long had it been? Hours? He wasn't sure. It's difficult to gauge the
passage of time at his age. Everything seems like forever. But he couldn't
peek now, he'd be caught for sure. He wondered how Sean slept. Did he wear
pajamas? Maybe without a shirt? NAKED?! Even just the word in his head made
his palms sweat slightly as he lurked outside the guest bedroom, trying to
decide the best time to sneak in and get that one coveted peek from his
poor and unsuspecting babysitter.

With shaking hands, he slowly grabbed the doorknob. It seemed like every
noise was absurdly amplified as he tried to avoid being heard. 'What if he
isn't even asleep yet? What if he catches you? Or what if he's been asleep
for a long time and you're just wasting time here?' His thoughts raced as
he turned the doorknob slowly, inching the door open with barely a creak...

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"Mom, nobody else in my grade needs a babysitter." Corey whined.

"Well next time you're at school, you can ask everyone else in your grade
if they've ever played with fire and almost burned the kitchen to a crisp,"
His exasperated mother shook her head unsympathetically as she packed his
lunch for the day. "Besides, you know him! Don't you remember Sean? He's
Carrie's son. She used to watch you when you were very little. He's a very
nice young man and he'll be here waiting for you after school. I'll call
you every day while I'm at your auntie's house, and as soon as everything
gets sorted out, I'll be home." She crumpled up the brown paper vessel for
her son's lunch, turning him around to drop it into his bookbag.

"I don't really KNOW him, mom. I met him like three times whenever
Ms. Carrie came over." Corey rolled his eyes at his mothers naivete,
thinking that meeting someone more than twice your age a few times is
enough to build anything resembling a friendship.

"Well, I don't want to hear it. Consider it your punishment. Plus, you
could be surprised. Carrie tells me he's very interested in video games,
maybe you'll have fun together!" She says offhandedly, ushering her child
out the door to the car. He had given up the fight at this point, resigned
to his fate.

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The day progressed so slowly. The next two weeks were going to be a
nightmare. When his mother first told him that she'd be visiting his aunt
for a couple weeks in the wake of her turbulent divorce, he was overjoyed.
His young mind had no time for such things; the only thing he heard was two
weeks of near-freedom from parental guidance. Of course, the lady that
lived next door would be checking in on him every day and making him
dinner, but beyond that his days were his own. At least, that was the
original plan.

This was quickly derailed when an unfortunate combustion-related incident
nearly got out of hand. His mother called him a "fire bug", which he didn't
think was so bad. It's always good to have something you like. He had taken
a match to an entire roll of paper towels and was unable to simply blow it
out. In typical grade-schooler fashion, he dropped the papery fireball on
the floor and sought help from his mother.

His punishment for this incident was waiting for him under the shade of a
tree near the bus stop. As the other students scattered in random
directions, disrupting traffic as they crossed the road, Corey wandered
toward the tree where his supervisor stood. Sean had not noticed him
yet. As Corey approached, Sean looked up from his phone. His eyes were
hidden behind sunglasses to keep out the blinding Arizona sun, but it was a
good look. It made him look like an action movie star. He was wearing a
simple black T-shirt with a Fox logo and shorts. His hair was all shaved
off, which left a short span of fuzz covering his scalp. On his chin was a
well maintained goatee that imitated the manner in which a helmet strap
would cover his chin.

"Hey, buddy. Your mom told me I could wait at the house, but I thought I'd
meet you here and walk you home!" He smiled in a friendly way, revealing
straight and orderly white teeth. Corey had never really thought about it,
but Sean was... Very good looking in a way that he could not describe. He
had known him briefly, and hadn't really paid much attention to it before,
but now he couldn't help but look his new babysitter up and down. Besides,
what young boy isn't enthralled by looking into the magic mirror of how his
body may one day look. Older boys, and even men, have a certain magnetism
to them that can't quite be placed.

"I know how to get there." Corey responded tersely. He may have to spend
two weeks with this man, but he doesn't have to like it or him. The cold
reply wasn't lost on Sean, but he chose to let it go and walk alongside the
9 year old. They walked to the house largely in silence, with only small
questions and brief answers exchanged during the short trip.

As they entered Corey's house, the fourth-grader dropped his backpack on
the floor with a heavy sigh, and sat down on the couch. He reached for the
Xbox controller so that he could kill time in some way. Maybe if he played
something for long enough, his babysitter will just power down like some
annoying robot and gather dust in the corner until his mom got home.

"There's no better place to put that?" Sean said with a raised eyebrow,
collapsing back onto the couch next to him. Corey rolled his eyes and got
up, yanking the backback off the floor. He opened the door to his room,
which was just off of the hallway leading away from the living room (with
his mother's bedroom being the master room at the end of the hallway and
the guest bedroom being across from Corey's) , and threw his backback onto
the floor in there before shutting the door. He picked up the controller
again, focusing on trying not to get cut in half by whatever monster
happened to be on the screen at the time. He had already completed this
game multiple times, so he decided to offer Sean a controller in order to
play cooperatively.

"You press B to-"

"I know, I've got this game at home." Sean cut him off, turning his
controller on and joining the game. Corey was somewhat relieved that they
would have something in common over his extended stay. Maybe it could be
fun to have a friend after all.

Thousands of murdered monsters, one or two ethically dubious decisions, and
an outrageous amount of well-divided loot later, it was already well past
dinner time.

"Shi-," He started, before censoring himself. "Shoot. It's time to get
something to eat. How about we just order a pizza and watch TV?" He pulled
out his phone before even waiting for an answer. As if a nine year old
would turn down pizza and TV.

"That sounds good," Corey said with a smile, having opened up to him a
little bit. "And you can swear and stuff. My mom does it all the time." He
finally took the time to take his shoes and socks off. He wondered why Sean
had not done the same thing. Maybe his feet were cold. He briefly wondered
what Sean's feet looked like. His eyes wandered upward slightly as Sean's
eyes were fixed on his phone screen, looking up the number for then Pizza
Hut nearby. His legs seemed smooth from what he could tell. Most men had
hairy legs, and Corey didn't like that. He dreaded growing hair on his
legs. He thought it made them look like monkeys. All the boys at school
said that you got hair all over when you got older. As his eyes traveled
further up, they ground to a halt on the groin. Corey wondered if Sean had
hair on his --

"Sausage?" The boy nearly jumped. "On the pizza." Sean held the phone away
from his face as he asked the question, his voice lowered.

"Oh, uh... Yeah sausage is good." His heart was beating in his throat. That
was close. Who knew what Sean would do if he'd seen Corey's eyes
wandering. What if his babysitter beat him up? He fidgeted nervously. He
knew that he would have to be more discreet if he wanted to avoid getting
pummeled into the floor. For all his inexplicable good looks, Sean
was... intimidating. So tall, and even his slight muscular definition
dwarfed a child's physique.

"I'm gonna take a shower while we wait," Sean stood, stretching his arms
and legs. As he did so, his shirt rode up slightly, revealing just a slight
strip of bare midriff. Corey's eyes couldn't help but gravitate to the
exposed skin, trying to take in as many details as possible while appearing
to simply be focusing on Sean in general. His eyes clamped down on Sean's
'innie' belly button. The man's arms came down, and the shirt returned to
it's original, modest position. "Here's a twenty. Give it to the pizza guy
if he gets here before I'm out, but I don't think I'll be that long." He
dropped the bill onto the coffee table, pocketing his wallet once more and
heading down the hallway. "Where's --?"

"First door on the left." Corey pointed to the hallway, his cheeks somewhat
flushed. His babysitter was gonna be naked! In HIS house! He wasn't going
to have any clothes on! The idea of nudity in general was of course a
fascinatingly taboo thing, but this man that he was going to be alone with
for two weeks, who was at such an age as to be enthrallingly older while
still not being an unrelatable fossil of ages past. 'I just wanna see a
little bit,' he told himself. He stood, frozen in place for what must have
been a minute. He heard the water begin to run, the dull roar muffled by
the walls. Creeping closer to the bathroom door, he tiptoed as if he could
be heard through the walls and over the water. His hand shook as he tried
to force himself to open the door, even just a crack.

In the end, he couldn't force himself to so much as touch the cold metal
knob. Instead, he resigned to sitting against the wall for several minutes,
just imagining what wonderful adult god must be lathering himself in the
shower. How big was it, he wondered. His immature mind imagined a colossal
pulsing phallus, swaying by it's owners knees with a head the size of a
baseball. Inside his shorts, his own small penis stirred to wakefulness. He
was familiar with this, but was completely unaware that it was linked to
arousal. As far as he was concerned, it was something akin to a sneeze or
hiccup. Inconvenient, involuntary and uncomfortable. It would go away soon,
for sure.

When the water turned off, restoring the quiet of the house, he jumped up
from the floor and nearly flew into his room, terrified that Sean would be
leaving the bathroom any moment. The door opened, steam pouring out of the
room and dispersing into the colder air of the rest of the house. Corey
walked out of his room, attempting to appear nonchalant as if he had been
in there the entire time. He was greeted by a wet, naked back and shoulders
hanging out through the gap in the slightly ajar door.

"Hey, where do you guys keep the towels? I can't find one." He smiled
sheepishly, water still dripping down his face and shoulders.

"It's, um... There aren't any in there?" The fact that Sean was naked, just
beyond that thin wooden barrier, almost reduced Corey to a gibbering
mess. He walked down the hallway a few feet, opening the linen closet and
fishing a clean towel out of the shelves. He wrinkled his nose at the
smell. For some reason, the little nook had always smelled overpoweringly
of old lady. It was something that, despite his mother's herculean efforts,
had been fairly consistant since they moved into the house years
ago. "Here. It kinda smells like old person, but this one's clean." He held
it out at arm's length, just out of reach of the naked man. "Oh.." He
remembered himself, venturing closer to hand it to him. He could just
wrench the door open, revealing whatever was hiding under those clothes. Of
course, he was far too nervous to attempt such a daring stunt.

"Thanks! And watch it, whippersnapper. I'm more than twice your age, don't
be talking trash about us old folks." Sean gave him a big smile, retreating
behind the privacy of the door. "The pizza here yet?" He called through the
wooden obstacle.

"N-Not yet." The experience was somewhat jarring, being so close to
something that far outstripped his level of maturity. He returned to the
living room while he waited for his supervisor to return. "I'm stealing
that Legendary Bow that we got in the dungeon. You can't even use it and my
guy needs the intelligence." He called to Sean, picking up the controller.

"No way! I earned it fair and square!" Sean was barely audible as he yelled
back, but there was a slight laugh to his voice.

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After what must have been years, the pizza arrived. Sean put down his
controller, grabbing the twenty dollar bill to hand to the disgruntled
looking person at the door.

"Hey man, go ahead and save the game and we'll try and find something on
TV." He said over his shoulder, greeting the pizza delivery boy. He tipped
fairly well, as the slightly acne-faced teenager seemed to be having a
really rough night, and took the pizza inside. "Thanks, have a good one."
He offered the boy, who nodded and mumbled something in return, before
sauntering back to the parked car a short distance away.

They ate happily as they watched TV, barely paying attention as they talked
avidly about all things from games to school to friends. Sean took quite an
interest in Corey's life, but the boy didn't know whether or not to take it
as genuine. Regardless, he responded with an endless stream of questions
about Sean's own life. Before they could even notice, time had gone by and
it was no Corey's "bed time". He hated the word, thinking it made him sound
like he was eight.

"Can I stay up a little longer? Please? I'll get up for school just fine!"
The grade-schooler whined, not even budging from the couch.

"No, no, rules are rules. Your mom wants you in bed by ten, and it's
ten-thirty. There's your 'little longer'. We'll be able to play more games
and stuff tomorrow. I'm beat too, I had a late night last night." The man
had already gotten up from the couch, turning the television and lights
off. Corey pouted somewhat, but relented. Something about this older boy
influenced him. He wanted to please Sean, wanted him to think he was
'cool'. He felt like he would set himself on fire in order to gain some
sort of approval. He would not be sleeping for a while anyway...

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Corey's stomach felt like it was going to fall out of his abdomen. He felt
for sure that his deafening heartbeat would wake the man that was sprawled
beneath him, laying atop the covers in the still-warm October night. He
surely could hear almost nothing above the thrumming rhythm. As his hand
finally found its quarry, and rested upon it lightly, the clothed lump
began to twitch and move. The boy almost jerked his hand away, but
something caused him to keep it there. He watched in baffled amazement as
what started as a small tube hidden by loose-fitting underwear became
longer and thicker, taking on a rigidity similar to that of his own small
penis, but so far beyond it as well. After perhaps twenty seconds, the
stiff object now strained against the waistband of the sparse clothing. He
leaned more closely, holding his breath for fear that his prey would feel
it on his skin and stir.

He could see it! The faintest centimeter of purplish-pink skin had escaped
from the waistband, like a rabbit in its warren, unsure of whether or not
the coast was clear. He did not dare go any further. As fast as he felt
comfortable, he rushed out of the room, not even pulling the door shut as
he flung himself into his own, wrenching the door closed as quietly as he
could. He threw himself onto his bed, hiding under the covers as he
contemplated what had just happened. He had seen his first... Even his mind
was shy of the word. Weiner, ding-dong, danger, all the words his friends,
and even he used, came to mind. But this wasn't that, it was part of a
grown man. It was big and hard and everything he expected, despite his
childish envisioning of the size. He had seen his first cock, and his heart
pounded away in his chest as he tried to get to sleep.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I'll write the next part if someone asks,
just so I know someone's reading and that I'm not just talking to myself. I
don't write much, so I'd love any sort of criticism that you guys can
offer. Even if you don't have anything to critique, if you old pervs wanna
send me an email just to give some feedback, I'd love to hear from you all!