Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 01:48:50 -0700 From: Nate Farmer <nate.farmer94@gmail.com> Subject: Babysitter Crush chapter 2 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! Also, remember to donate to nifty! This site's even older than I am, but it can only stay through the generosity of readers! So toss a couple bucks their way, everyone! -------------------------------------------------------------- "-ake up. Corey, c'mon buddy, it's time to wake up. You've got school." The deep voice came to Corey in a low whisper, interrupting the much needed rest that followed his nighttime escapade. He blearily opened his eyes, the light in the room being eclipsed by the body of a man leaning over him. The light would likely have been blinding if it had not been obstructed by his new babysitter. He used his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes as Sean put a hand on his shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Get up lazy butt, I'll pour you a bowl of cereal." Sean stood up, turning to leave the room. Now that he was able to adjust, Corey sat up and shook his head. Looking at his babysitter as he left, Corey realized that Sean was only wearing the underwear that he had been wearing last night. Memories of the manly cock under his hand, separated only by a thin layer of cloth, came rushing back and his skin flushed slightly. He could not tear his eyes away from the handsome man's departing rear end. The twin globes had more definition than the flat behind resting snugly in his sleep-shorts. They were hugged nicely by the grey boxer briefs that the boy thought made everything look even more tantalizing. He pushed the covers away, stumbling out of his room in his pajamas, which consisted of an over-sized t-shirt and some boxer-like shorts. In the kitchen, which was nearly in sight from the part of the hallway that led into his room, Sean could be seen searching the cabinets for bowls. "The other one. No. Up. That one." Corey sleepily guided him to the correct cupboard as he approached, sitting at the glass-top table and yawning sleepily. "There we go..." Sean said absently, retrieving the milk from the fridge. He poured some Honey Nut Cheerios into the bowls and added the milk, again needing guidance in his quest for spoons. With the two of them sitting at the table, Corey realized that he could surreptitiously glance at the coveted package inside those boxer briefs through the glass while it seemed as if he was just staring pensively into his cereal bowl. In its flaccid state, it was not as noticeable, but the outline was definitely present. He wondered what it smelled like, being cooped up in that underwear all day. He wanted nothing more than to press his face into that part of this fascinating man. He wanted to smell as much as he could, and maybe even see what it tasted like. The older boys at school always talked about girls 'sucking dick' but never boys. Why not? Surely it was something that he could do as well. He wondered if it tasted bad, or if it was even something that tasted really good and that's why girls did it. "So what do you wanna do this weekend?" Sean asked him, also bent low over his bowl of cereal. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed slightly as he stooped. Corey hadn't really thought about it. Nine year olds don't exactly make plans for the weekend. "I dunno. Wanna play some games or something? Maybe we could watch some movies." Corey shrugged, still exhausted from his late night. "Sure, that sounds good. We'll grab some popcorn and sodas and everything." Sean smiled, taking the empty bowls to the sink. "Go get ready, I'll drop you off and pick you up." The boy hopped out of the chair, walking into his room with renewed wakefullness at the prospect of a weekend waiting just at the end of this Friday school day. The ride to school was uneventful, with just some brief conversation regarding the subjects he had that day, (his schedule was separated into two rotating days, his classes being split between those two days) his teacher, and other things. "What are you gonna do while I'm at school?" Corey wondered what Sean did for work, especially what would allow him to watch a grade schooler for two weeks on such short notice. "Just work. I'll show you what I do when I get home, it's pretty neat and lets me work for myself." Sean raised his eyebrows with pride. "Why doesn't everyone just do that?" Corey asked with a predictably limited grasp of economics and entrepreneurship. "I dunno, man." Sean lied as they pulled into the loop that was for cars dropping off students. "Anyway, I'll see you after school. I'll be here at two." Corey nodded and left for the front doors with a slight wave. He had no idea how he was going to be able to focus on school work after last night's events. To someone with a bit more experience, it's likely that it would be mused upon but ultimately dismissed. For Corey, it was a defining experience. His first glimpse at the adult male body, his first touch of the adult male body, and his first desire for the adult male body. Of course, it wasn't a general lust for cock that some erotic stories would portray. It was explicitly limited to this cock, the one he had discovered in such an unlikely set of circumstances. He also harbored the childish desire to be best friends with this man that he found so fascinating. Having started out so disgruntled at Sean's presence, it would seem that Corey desired nothing more than his company. -------------------------------------------------------------- "What'd you get for four?" Corey nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been daydreaming, staring at his desk during math class. "Huh?" His mind sluggishly tried to comprehend the question. "Four, what did you get for number four?" The question from his friend Cam was loud enough to push the bounds of the word 'whisper'. This was not a test, merely independent work, so there was hardly cause to whisper at all. "Um... Three hundred and forty-seven. I think..." He stared blankly at his paper. That number was the page number, not the answer. But he held his tongue; Cam should know not to cheat, and he didn't want the embarrassment that would result from rectifying his error. "Thanks!" Cam went back to his paper, busily scribbling the answer. Corey returned to his musings. 'I have to stop thinking about it...' He couldn't, but he couldn't let it distract him from his work or he'd get in trouble with his teacher. He already knew it would be a long day. -------------------------------------------------------------- Or he'd thought as much. Before he knew it, he was wandering around the front of the school, looking for the silver Honda that would carry him away from the juvenile prison. A quick toot of the horn sounded from a car, and Corey glanced in the direction of the offending noise. A hand waved from a car that he recognized as Sean's, and he trotted to the space in line. Pulling the door open, he threw his backpack into the back seat and buckled in. "How was school?" Sean asked, tapping his hands impatiently on the steering wheel as the hordes of schoolchildren obstructed his exit. "It was okay I guess. Nothing really happened. But it's Friday!" He exclaimed happily, settling into his seat. -------------------------------------------------------------- "You got it?" Sean asked behind him, holding the door open. "Yeah, I got it. I can do it." Corey insisted, hauling the colossal burden of six grocery bags. "You sure?" "I said I got it." Corey said with a frown, heaving the bags onto the kitchen table with one last effort. He winced, rubbing the red line where the plastic bags cut the circulation under the skin. Sean didn't respond, just shrugging his shoulders and dropping his bags onto the kitchen counter and beginning the short process of putting things in their rightful places (with his temporary roommate's help). "Dinner," Sean held up a large oven pizza, motioning for Corey to put it in the freezer. "Your mom might freak if she knew how much pizza we'll probably be eating, so keep it under wraps a bit." He said with a grin. "Nope. I'm tellin'." Corey responded jokingly, watching his body intently as he moved about the kitchen. This elicited a laugh as he pulled out his homework and began to chip away at it. "What's that, math? Need help?" Corey looked at him with a raised eyebrow, scoffing. "The last time you did math musta' been like eighty years ago." The student replied dismissively. "Eh? What's that, sonnie?" Sean responded, with a rather convincingly stereotypical old man voice. Corey giggled loudly, erasing the mistake he had just made as a result. "I'll be done in a few minutes, grandpa, and then we can watch something." -------------------------------------------------------------- "Okay we have... Avengers, we have Spider-Man, and we have Finding Nemo." He held up three Red Box rental movies. Corey wrinkled his nose. "Finding Nemo has been out forever. Let's watch Spider-Man, I never got to see that one with mom." He plopped down on the couch, using the remote to turn on the TV while Sean put the disc into the Xbox to play it. Finally collapsing onto the couch next to Corey, he turned the volume up slightly and set the movie to play. Now that they were sitting so closely, he realized just how easy it would be to grab the part of Sean that he had been so fixated on. Just reach over and touch it. 'No, I can't. He'll hate me!' Still, he knew there must be a way to touch it without seeming obvious. His eyes locked on his soda, sitting on the coffee table. That was his holy grail, his salvation. Raising from his seat slightly, he leaned over Sean's legs and slowly reached for his soda. Of course, his other arm was reaching as well. His aim had to be perfect. As soon as he made contact, he'd have no excuse for moving his hand around. He had to hit right in the exact-- "Ah!" Sean yelped next to him. In his zeal, he had made too much contact. The sudden impact with Sean's testicles caused him to jump, the controller to the Xbox falling to the floor. "Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Corey knew it was over. He would be hated forever. He might as well just tell his babysitter about his sick phallic fascination and get it over with so that he could have the life beaten out of him now instead of later. "It's okay, man, just be careful. You don't get extra points for a vitals shot." The man rubbed his groin, air hissing through his clenched teeth. Had the area gotten slightly plumper? The boy sheepishly grabbed his drink, retreating back to his seat on the couch. Beyond the embarrassment of the incident, his thoughts buzzed almost faster than he could keep track of them. He had touched it! While they were both awake, he had managed to touch it! Better yet, he'd gotten off completely without reprisals. He had trouble hiding his elation as he only half watched the movie. He would likely need to watch it again to actually appreciate it. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he sipped his coke and relaxed to give the movie his attention. -------------------------------------------------------------- "Well that was pretty good. That lizard guy was nasty, huh?" Sean stretched, exposing more of that wonderful skin under his shirt. "Yeah, it was really gross when he got his tail chopped off and it just came back." The young boy imitated him, stretching his legs and arms as well. "I'll let you stay up late since you don't have school tomorrow, but you gotta go get in the shower so I can get in after you." He put his hand on Corey's shoulder, patting his back as he got up and went to the kitchen to grab another soda. "Okay. I'll be quick," Corey assured as he withdrew a towel from the linen closet and made his way to the bathroom. There were two bathrooms in the house but the other was in his mother's room. After closing the door, he started to disrobe. His attention was caught by a small bit of fluffy material on the floor next to the toilet. Getting on his hands and knees, he inspected the area and discovered two towels. They must have been the ones that had already been in the bathroom yesterday. How had they gotten there? Perhaps they had fallen off of the towel rack by mistake and been kicked accidentally into the nook behind the toilet. While he was still slightly confused by the matter, he promptly dismissed it with a shrug of the shoulders before turning the water on. He had the expected amount of fun in the shower, for a boy of nine touching all of his sensitive body parts. It was a routine with which any boy would say they are familiar. His small cock stiffened at the idea of Sean being naked in this very shower just minutes after he himself had been in it. He touched it a little, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. That familiar tingling sensation came to him, but he was unaware of what would happen if he took it further to it's orgasmic conclusion. As his fingers began to get pruny, he sighed and turned the water off, grabbing the towel he had brought with him and drying his body. He hung the towels that had been kicked behind the toilet back to their rightful place, after making sure that there was no wetness or general uncleanliness about them. "Hey, what's taking so long? Do I need to send for help?" The words came through the door, and he could hear the smile in Sean's voice. "I'll be out in just a sec," Corey couldn't help but blush. It was hard to focus with his crush talking to him while he was naked. He rushed to get his clothes on, the fabric sticking to him a little due to the mist and steam that had accumulated in the room. "'Kay, I'm done." He straightened his clothes, opening the door. As he stepped out, hair still wet and dripping (and clothes similarly soggy from his cursory towel drying), Sean looked him up and down. "Yeah, I'll just take mine and I'll be out in a few minutes and we can play Xbox a bit." Sean said as his eyes lingered for a few seconds more than seemed necessary before sidling past his young friend into the bathroom. He was already starting to pull of his shirt as he closed the door. Naturally, Corey's greedy eyes took in as much as they thought they could get away with, capitalizing on the shirt blinding Sean, before turning away to get the game console ready. -------------------------------------------------------------- Unfortunately, there was no naked show from the bathroom door, no grabbing of the groin on the couch. Corey was afraid that if too many such incidents happened too closely to one another, it would arouse suspicion. After they had acquired fabled weapons of legend and slain the leader of the witches' Coven, they decided that it was time to rest for the night. Or, more appropriately, Sean had decided. Given the opportunity, Corey would murder and pillage until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. "Time for bed, now. It'll be here tomorrow and maybe we'll go grab another movie for tomorrow night." Sean bent down to turn off the console, stowing the controllers away next to it in the cabinet. "Okay, fine." Corey acquiesced, knowing that he would not be sleeping for some time yet. His heart was already beating a bit faster knowing what awaited him in the guest bedroom. 'This time, I'm gonna touch it!' He demanded of himself, trying to bolster his own courage. Touching that mysterious slab of meet seemed so unattainable as to be forbidden by the laws of the universe. There was no way he could do such a thing, and yet he intended to. -------------------------------------------------------------- How long had it been? He had no way to tell, no bedside alarm clock, no phone, no wristwatch. To his young mind, every minute felt like eons if he had no means by which to occupy his attention. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to count seconds. 'Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...' His thoughts strayed and he quickly lost count, adding to his boredom and frustration. 'There's no way he's asleep,' He thought to himself exasperatedly. Groaning aloud, he threw the covers off of himself. That familiar stiffness poked the front of his shorts as he pulled his door open as quietly as he could. He heard a somewhat distant dripping sound; it was a wet-sounding 'split-split-split-split-split'. As he got closer and closer to the guest bedroom's door, he realized that the sound was coming from inside. He stared in bemusement, wondering if he'd be able to get the door open without waking Sean up. His curiosity flared as he wondered what that sound could possibly be coming from. It seemed fairly rhythmic, but not perfectly regular. 'Just do it! You can always tell him you wanted to know what the sound was if he wakes up!' His curiosity urged him to continue, yearning to satisfy itself. He placed his trembling hand on the knob, turning it ever-so-slowly so that he could push the door open. Perhaps it was just his heightened state of paranoia or alertness (or both), but the sound of the door's slow transition to a state of motion was the loudest thing he'd ever heard. It sounded like the earth itself was cracking in two. At the back of his mind, he knew that it was a relatively small sound, but the stress and tension convinced him otherwise. The noise continued, 'split-split-split-split-split'. Pushing more, just the slightest bit, he opened the door a crack. He was finally able to look through, and he didn't dare try for any more than that. His eyes widened as he peered into the room, his mouth actually opening in surprise. The noise was even louder once the door had been cracked open, and its origin was entirely clear now. Sean was laying on the bed, illuminated by the light from a streetlamp outside the window, along with the light from the moon. The wet 'split' sound was no obviously emanating from his babysitter's cock, which was now out in the open and exposed. His right hand grasped it tightly, so tightly that the tension in his fingers and arm could be seen from across the room. His arm pumped his hand up and down, gripping the shaft of his wonderful cock. The waistband of his underwear, black this time, was tucked underneath his massive balls. Compared to his own, they seemed like tennis balls, despite being normal for a grown man. Sean's head lay back on the pillow, eyes closed tightly as he worked his cock up and down, speed ever-increasing. His hips bucked slightly, pushing his penis more tightly into the vice-like grip of his fingers. He made very little sound besides heavy breathing, but he seemed almost in pain. Corey could not believe what he was seeing. He finally got to see his babysitter's cock in all its glory, and his balls, even! But the most important part of all this was one simple fact: Sean was awake. He had already stayed too long. Trying to ignore the insistant stiffness in his shorts, he tip-toed back to his room, closing the door quietly and hiding under his covers. The wet sound from the object of his fantasies was inaudible through the two doors and the distance between the rooms. He breathed heavily to himself, trying to digest what he had just seen. Was that what sex was? He shivered as the sight played through his mind over and over. It must have been the most amazing thing he'd ever seen, if for no other reason than the fact that his young mind attached such monumental significance to this taboo of seeing a grown man's cock. He felt like he had just stolen money from his mother's purse; good but slightly guilty. It must have been an hour before he was able to drift to sleep once again, with his hand down his pants simply cupping himself. -------------------------------------------------------------- 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!