Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2014 14:35:29 +0100
From: JK JK <zeroherosuperstar@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Babysitter On Camera

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work is pure fiction.

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I was ready an hour before I had to be, pacing up and down my bedroom, my
cock hard in my pants. I was filled with nervous excitement.

	With forty-five minutes to go, I sent Ben for his bath. Liam is my
son—nine years old, brown-haired. I let him splash around happily for a
bit, and then went in to get him out of the bath and dry. I stood him
between my legs, and dried down his naked body. My cock grew even harder,
and I shifted so it wouldn't poke against him.

	I dried him up and down, rubbing the towel over his back, his round
butt-cheeks, wiggling the towel into the crack, and then drying each leg,
drying between each toe. Then he put his hands above his head and I pulled
him close to dry his belly and chest, his hairless armpits and then his
head. With the towel covering his face I took a chance to look him up and
down, and adjust my erection.

	As hard as I was, and as aroused as I was, I had never touched my
son. I had come close once – two years ago, a little drunk. I'd gone
into his room long after he was asleep. He was lay spreadeagled on his back
in his pyjamas. I'd knelt between his legs and kissed the tips of his toes
gently. He didn't stir. Then, feeling daring and unable to stop myself, I'd
pulled down his pyjama trousers, exposing his soft, young cock and balls.

	I leant close, looking at them closely. Tight hairless sac drawn up
into his body, a little scrap of a cock, an inch of muscle and the dropping
foreskin. I breathed in the fresh, young smell of him. I considered
lowering my face just an inch more, extending my tongue, and running it
along my son's beautiful cock. But I didn't.

	Tonight wasn't the night I was going to either, if you're worried.

	I sent Ben to his bedroom to get changed into his pyjamas and
checked my watch. Five minutes.

	The doorbell rang, and I hurried downstairs to open the door.

	"Hello, Liam," I said. "Everything's where it usually is. Ben will
be right down. I won't be home until late. Is that okay?"

	Liam nodded. He was fourteen – fourteen and a few months. He
wasn't stereotypically attractive, at least not amongst his peers, but I
enjoyed him. He had short, dark hair and wore round glasses. Round his
stomach he carried a belt of weight – he wasn't hugely fat, but had that
look of soft puppy-fat, a rounded belly and solid, chunky arse.

	I closed the front door behind me, and walked loudly to the front
gate... and then legged it around the side, up the back garden path and let
myself quietly in through the back door I'd left ajar. I could head Liam
and Ben in the front room, like I'd expected, and I padded quietly up the
stairs, to the back bedroom, where everything was set up.

	I turned on the PC screen, which was displaying the living room, as
broadcast by the webcam I had hidden by the tv. I was pretty sure I knew
what I was going to see that evening too.

	Liam had sat on the floor, leant against the sofa, holding an xbox
controller. Ben held the other one, and he was sat between Liam's legs,
leant against him. For awhile they just played the game, laughing and
teasing each other. And then Liam put his aside, and let Ben play a round
on his own. He rested his arms around my nine-year-old son, his hands on
his chest, stroking and tickling him gently.

	His hands moved slowly downward, to Ben's belly, playing with the
bottom of Ben's t-shirt and then pulling it up, so his fingers were
stroking Ben's naked stomach. He pushed a finger into Ben's belly button
and made him squirm and laugh.

	I unzipped myself and pulled out my cock, began to jerk it. Then a
thought struck me, powerful and erotic, and I got up, sneaking quietly into
the bathroom where the clothes he had taken off earlier were left. I picked
up his pair of briefs – green, with the batman symbol on the front –
and sneaked back to the office, holding them to my face. I breathed in the
smell of the fabric, thin cotton that hours ago had been resting against my
son's hot young cock and his tight little pucker of an arsehole.

	When I got back to the screen, the boys were wrestling, and it
became quickly clear this was a competition – and the loser had to pay
the forfeit. They started by removing an item of clothing – Ben was
quickly naked, but Liam would occasionally lose, and was shedding clothes
fast too, revealing his chubby teenage body. It ended up with Ben naked and
Liam in his boxers, his erection tenting them obviously. They wrestled
again, and Ben ended up straddling his babysitter, knees on his shoulders,
victorious. Liam didn't seem to mind too much – in fact, he was too busy
admiring my son's privates, inches from his face.

	Ben reached for Liam's boxers, but Ben shook his head and wagged
his finger as if reminding him of something. Liam laughed, and lowered his
face down, gripping Liam's boxers with his teeth and yanking them down,
tangling around Liam's feet until he kicked them off. And now there were
both naked, my son on all fours between the teenager's spread legs.

	I saw Liam say something, and I could lip-read the words. "I dare
you to..."

	The answer was 'dare you to kiss my belly-button.' Ben shuffled
forward, his perfect little arse in the air, tilting towards the camera. If
he'd spread a little further, I could have seen his hole. He kissed Liam's
belly – and then the dares continued. He kissed Liam's big toe, the
inside of his thighs, Liam's armpits (a little hairy, but only the
beginnings). Then Liam's nipple, and here Liam held my son's head tight,
until he did more than kiss, and sucked on the teenager's chubby chest.

	Then he pointed to his balls, and Ben shuffled down to do so,
arching his back completely. His delicious cheeks spread, and I had the
full view. I breathed deeply into his dirty underwear, imagining it was the
smell of his actual skin I was inhaling, as I licked his arse.

	Ben kissed Liam's balls, and Liam took his head and guided it
upwards, pushing his teenage cock into my son's mouth. The game seemed to
be over now – no bargaining. And Ben certainly looked familiar with what
he was doing, taking Liam's four inch hard-on into his mouth and sucking it
up and down, head bobbing.

	He worked on his babysitter's cock for five minutes and I could see
Liam tensing to cum. Was he going to shoot in Ben's mouth? How would I ever
be able to think of anything else – serving Ben his breakfast, or making
him his school pack-lunch, imagining a hot teenage load slithering down his
throat. But instead, Liam stopped short of cumming, and pushed away Ben's
head.

	He stood up and knelt on the sofa, his round arse pointing to the
camera. He reached behind himself and spread his cheeks. His hole was
hairless, red and puckered. Liam wrinkled his nose as if to say 'dirty' and
pulled away, but Liam reached for him and pulled him by the neck to his
arse, pushing my sons head between his cheeks. Ben did nothing other than
bury his face, shaking it slightly, and I felt like rushing down there to
teach him how to do it. I'd happily lick a school-day's worth of sweat from
Liam's chubby arse.

	Liam began to grind back, rubbing his hole up and down Ben's
nine-year-old face until it suddenly seemed like his understood – I saw
the flicker of his tongue, as he licked from top to bottom, and then Ben
pushed his face deep into his babysitters arse. Liam was jerking his own
cock between his legs.

	Again, he stopped before he had cum, and stood up. He turned Ben
around and pushed him to lie on his front on the floor, facing the camera –
and, unknowingly, the boy's father. The teenager knelt down behind Ben and
I was treated to a glimpse of his heavy body hanging beneath his torso, and
imagined him over me in a 69. Then he lowered his own face to Ben's
buttocks, spread them and pushed his own tongue into my son's hole.

	I watched my son's face as he was rimmed. Was this the first time?
How many times had my nine-year-old had his hole tongued?

	It turned out a tongue wasn't all Liam was planning to use on Ben's
arse. After he had licked it voraciously—and spat a long gob of saliva
into it—he shuffled up Ben's body, and placed the head of his four-inch
cock between Ben's cheeks. He wrapped one hand around Ben's mouth, kissed
him on the cheek and then lowered his weight.

	I couldn't see him penetrate my son, but I could see by Ben's face
that this was the first time, wincing in pain then, slowly pleasure, as
Liam fucked him – first slowly, then faster. Then I saw Liam's face
contort orgasm, and slam himself fully into Ben. Cumming in my son. Filling
him up with teenage cum.

	Imagine licking it out, I thought. You could sneak into Ben's room
later, pull down his pants and... No.

	That was all I needed. I got up quietly, snuck down the stairs, out
and round, and rang the front door bell. It took, predictably, a while to
answer, and when Liam opened the door I walked straight in, took him by the
rest, and told him to follow me upstairs. He followed me to the office,
and, when I switched on the screen and rewound the video, burst immediately
into tears.

	"I'm so sorry..." he managed, between sobs.

	"You should be," I said. "You could go to jail if I showed this to
anyone. The police. Your parents."

	"Please don't..."

	"I won't," I said. "Provided you do a few things for me."

	His crying caught in his throat.

	"First things first," I said. "Let's take a look."

	He looked confused. "At what?"

	I reached between his legs, and fumbled for the button of his
jeans. "At your cock," I said. "It looked good on video. I'd like a better
look, in person."

	I knelt down between his legs, and pulled down his jeans. His cock
was soft, but as I pushed my face against it through his underwear, and it
began to thicken. Then I pulled down his boxers too, and pressed my faced
into his crotch. It was damp and sweaty, and his cock smelt of cum, saliva
and the musky smell of my son's bottom. I inhaled it deeply, and licked his
balls. Then, up the length of his cock I went, until I was licking around
the head, still wet with salty teenage cum, which I licked away happily.

	Then I sucked him in deep—like son, like father—and gave him
the best blow-job I'd ever given, my hands sliding under his shirt to play
with his nipples, until he was panting and ready to blow a second load in
my mouth. I stopped.

	"Stand up," I said, "and come with me."

	I led him to Ben's bedroom, pushed aside the soft toys from the
bed. "Take off everything," I told him, and he did exactly what I asked,
standing awkwardly, his hands covering his cock and his arms
self-consciously covering his chubby chest and belly.

	I pushed him on the chest gently, to a sitting position and then on
to his back. I ran my hands from his inner thighs the length of his legs,
circled my hands around his ankles, and lifted them up, pushing his legs
back until his arse was spread wide for me.

	"You're going to be fucked," I told him.

	I saw him look at my cock.

	"Not by me," I said. "By Ben. Only seems fair."

	"But he's only..."

	"Nine? I know." I licked my middle finger and slid it between his
cheeks, tickled the hole for a second then slid it straight in. It felt
incredible; his hole was tight, his insides warm and wet. "Can you feel
that?" I said. He nodded, eyes wide. "That's about the size of my son's
cock," I said. "I'm sure it'll feel just fine." I leaned onto the
landing. "Ben! Come upstairs!"

	I heard the sound of movement from downstairs, and then slow
footsteps up the stairs. "I'll be nice," I said, "I'll get you nice and
lubed up." I bent to Liam arse, pushing my face against the sweaty hole,
licking around and up and down, then pushing the tip of my tongue in,
making him moan.

	Ben appeared at the door. "Daddy's got a treat for you," I
said. "Come here."

	He came and stood by Liam, and I positioned myself behind him. I
reached for the waistband of his pyjamas and pulled them down. His little
inch and a half of thin, young cock was hard. "Want to put that inside Liam
and make him feel good?" I put my hands on his hips and guided him towards
his teenage babysitter, guiding his cock against the hole.

	I sat back as he pushed it in, and watched Liam's eyes open wide as
the little boy fucked him. Hell, I thought, I've come this far, and I leant
forward. I spread my son's nine-year-old arse cheeks and pushed my mouth
against him, licking his raw, freshly fucked hole and pushing deep until I
could taste the teenage cum that had filled him up.