Date: Sat, 25 Sep 1999 01:29:18 GMT
From: Mark Hernandez <mhern21@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE BABYSITTER

Send me any comments you might have about this story.  It is fictional, but
is based on real characters.

I'll never forget the day that James moved in next door to us.  I was
seventeen at the time, Tim Jones, high school senior, frustrated with life,
and in real need of a relationship.  I was a pretty nice looking kid, 6'2",
200 lbs., nice features, shiny blonde hair, and baby blue eyes.  I played
football at my school, and was naturally expected to date a cheerleader.  I
tried the dating thing, but it just didn't work for me.  I had always been
attracted to guys.  No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't function
with the girl thing.  So, I ended up spending lots of Saturday nights at
home with Mom and Dad watching TV while my friends were out banging their
brains out.

James caught my eye from Day One.  He was a lawyer, probably 30 years old,
tall and blonde like me, although his hair was a little darker.  He had
green eyes that sparkled.  He was in terrific shape.  I learned later that
he regularly worked out at a local gym.  He was really a sight to behold.
He was a widower, raising two boys on his own.  The boys were 12 and 10, and
they had their papa's looks.  Their mother had died several years earlier in
a car wreck.

We lived in a neighborhood of older homes, the kind with character.  There
was an old broken sidewalk running in front of our house, and continuing
down the street.  I paced that sidewalk as often as possible, trying not to
be obvious, but always looking for Mr. Perfect next door.  We had met
several times, but had never really talked.  Needless to say, I was shocked
the day I heard him calling my name.

"Tim, hey Tim," he shouted.  "Come over here a second."

I quickly complied, excited about actually being addressed by this Greek
god.

"Hey, I wondered if you might be interested in an after-school job," he
said.  "I need someone to watch the boys from time to time when I have to
work late."

"Sure, I'd love to do it," I quickly answered.  "When do you need me?"
Baby-sitting wasn't exactly my idea of a great job, but I would do just
about anything to be near James.

"Well," he answered, "I could use you tonight.  I am working on a case that
is going to require a lot of research, and I probably won't be home until
really late."

It was a Friday night, and I was definitely free.  So I agreed.  I was to
watch a couple of movies with the guys, and then get them to bed by 10:00
pm.  James said he should be home by 11:00 or so.

Everything went really well.  We watched a couple of blood and guts movies,
and then the boys (Keith and Kevin) went straight to bed.  I sat up waiting
for James to get home.  By the time he arrived, I had fallen asleep on the
couch.

"Tim, wake up," he said, as he gently shook my shoulder.

I forced my eyes open, and looked around in a semi-dazed frame of mind.  My
brain finally started working, and I pulled myself into a sitting position.

"Hey, thanks for helping out," said James, as he sat on the couch beside me.
"I really accomplished a lot."

He started rubbing on his neck and shoulders as though he had a lot of
tension.

"Damn, I'm sore," he said.  "Sitting in an uncomfortable chair for hours on
end is not my idea of fun."

"I give great back rubs," I offered.  The words were out of my mouth before
I could think whether or not they should be spoken.

"Seriously?" he asked.  "Man, that would be awesome. Is this something you
learn in football?"

"Yeah," I answered quickly.  "We are always messing up muscles.  The coach
showed us how to work out the knots."

James sat down on the floor in front of me, as I sat on the couch.  He was
wearing a white dress shirt, with a tee shirt underneath.  He had taken off
his tie, but still wore his slacks and dress shoes.  I slowly began kneading
the muscles in his neck and upper shoulders.

"Oh my God, that feels good," he said.  "You're terrific.  You could do this
for a living."

After a couple of minutes, he slipped off his shoes, and began unbuttoning
his shirt.  He pulled off the shirt, giving me greater freedom to massage
his aching back.  I tugged at the bottom of the tee shirt, pulling it out of
his waistband.  He got the idea, and pulled it off, over his head.  I was in
heaven.  I rubbed, kneaded, and caressed the warm, soft flesh of his naked
back and shoulders.  His sighs and moans gave me all the encouragement I
needed to keep it going and going.

"Hey, can you take care of my legs, too?" he asked.

"Hell yes," I said.  "Get up here on the couch."

He stood up, whipping off his socks, and unbuckling his belt and slacks.  In
a second, he stood before me in dazzling white boxers.  He stretched out on
the couch, placing his beautiful legs in my lap.

I went to work on his feet first.  I carefully massaged every inch, every
toe, and up his ankles to the calves.  I spent a lot of time on the calves,
displacing knots of tension.  By the time I reached the thighs, his eyes
were closed.  He was in ecstasy.  I slowly caressed the inner thighs, moving
ever higher and higher.  I kept looking for an indication that he wanted me
to stop, but he simply lay there in silence, with a placid smile on his
face.  Just as my fingers were reaching the very top of the thighs, and
brushing against his balls, he sat up.  I was suddenly embarrassed, thinking
he would send me home.

"OK," he said.  "It's your turn now."

He turned his legs around into a sitting position, and placed a cushion on
his lap.  He patted the cushion, indicating that I was to put my head in his
lap.

"Take off your shirt, and lie on your stomach," he ordered.

I peeled off my shirt, and dropped my shorts while I was at it.  I stretched
out in my BVDs on my stomach, with my head in his lap.  He began caressing
my back and shoulders, with a tenderness that really surprised me.  He
reached the elastic waistband of my underwear, and lingered there, tracing
all along the edge.

"Turn over," he finally whispered.

I quickly flipped over.  His eager fingers went to work on my chest,
circling and caressing my hard nipples.  I knew I had a raging hardon, and I
knew he could clearly see it.  I wondered how he would react to it.

After roaming over my entire chest and abdomen, he finally worked his way
past my navel toward my throbbing cock.  He brushed across it a few times,
and finally grasped it in his hand.  His touch was electric.  I gasped, and
let out a moan of pure pleasure.  He leaned forward, and kissed me on the
mouth.  I eagerly pulled his tongue into mine, while running my fingers
through his hair.  He started stroking my dick, while his tongue probed
every crevice of my mouth.  Suddenly, everything went to hell.

"Dad," said Kevin (the twelve-year-old), "when did you get home?"

James sat up immediately, and I threw a cushion over my crotch.

"Hey pardner," he said to Kevin.  "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I got up to go to the bathroom, and saw the light," he answered.  Kevin
didn't seem to suspect anything unusual about our positions on the couch, or
the fact that we were both almost naked.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's get back to bed," said James.  "Come on.  I'll take you upstairs."

He lifted my head high enough to slip out from under me, and stood up.  He
took Kevin's hand, and led him upstairs.  I stayed in my exact position, not
knowing what to expect when James came back down.  Could it be that this
interruption would shake him to his senses?  Would he send me home?  I was
unsure of what to do next.

He was gone for a while.  Finally, I heard his padded footsteps as he
descended the ancient staircase.

"Let's see, where were we?" he said as he stood beside the couch.  He
quickly resumed his position on the couch.  As soon as my head was in his
lap, he pulled our lips together again, and reached for my cock.  It had
gone limp, but his expert stroking quickly brought it back to life.

"Are you OK with this?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah," I moaned in response.

"Let's get rid of these," he said as he pulled my briefs down toward my
knees.  I pulled them off, and tossed them on the floor.  He knelt down
beside the couch and took my entire shaft into his mouth.  The warm wet
sucking action sent me into orbit.  He licked and caressed my balls and
dick, probing and exploring every inch with his incredible tongue.  He took
it all into his mouth, and down his throat.  I started moaning and groaning
with the most awesome pleasure I had ever experienced.

"I'm going to cum," I finally managed to say.  "Oh, damn, here it comes."  I
shot my load into the back of his throat.  He kept right on sucking,
swallowing every drop.  He held me in his mouth until I started losing my
erection.  Then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  I held him close
to my chest until the intensity of the orgasm had finally passed.

"Now it's your turn," I whispered.

"I though you'd never ask," he said with a lusty smile.

I sat up on the couch, and stood him to his feet.  I quickly pulled the
boxers to his ankles, and took his sword-like shaft into my mouth.  It was
long, straight, and perfect.  The circumcised head was easy to stimulate
with my tongue.  I wanted to reward him for all the pleasure he had given
me, so I took my time, using my tongue to stimulate his cock to the highest
climax possible.  I sucked with everything I had in me, taking as much of
his long organ into my mouth as I could handle.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," he panted.  "Suck it baby, suck it."  He began
thrusting his hips in rhythm as he used his hands to pull my mouth further
and further down his throbbing penis.

I gave it all I had.  I looked up at him as often as I could.  His face
showed the intensity of what he was feeling.  He was loving this.

"Oh hell. Oh my God!" he shouted.  "Fuck me, here it is.  I'm cumming, damn,
I'm cumming."

He spurted load after load into my mouth.  I gagged at first, but succeeded
in swallowing everything.

After it was over, we both sat on the couch, exhausted.  He gently held my
hand.  Finally, he asked me if I needed to go home.

"I can stay if you want me to," I answered.  "I can call home and leave a
message on the machine."

"Do that," he said.  "I want you in my bed tonight."

I quickly called home and left the message that I would sleep on the couch
at James's house.  Then James took my hand and led me to his bed.

We slept curled up together, naked, and enjoying the comfort and warmth of
each other's body.  It was the most secure feeling I had ever felt.  I
really felt like I was in love.

At around 4:00 am, we were suddenly awakened.  Kevin was back.  He wanted to
sleep with Dad.  I wasn't sure he had seen me, so I stayed perfectly still.
I was shocked when James agreed to let Kevin get into bed.

Kevin slipped off his underwear, and climbed naked into bed, squeezing
between the two of us.  Almost immediately, James pulled back the cover and
began fondling Kevin's naked little penis.  I could tell they had done this
before.  I watched as James sucked the little dick to as much an orgasm as a
twelve-year-old can experience.  I found myself participating by kissing
Kevin deeply on the mouth and pinching and rubbing his nipples.  His moaning
drove me wild.  His smooth little body was incredible to touch.  I held his
ass in my hand while his dad sucked him off.  It was totally hot.

After James finished with Kevin, he pulled my cock into his mouth for
another incredible blowjob.  I held Kevin to my chest while James worked on
my crotch.  I blew my load with more power than any orgasm all night.

With Kevin's help, I returned the favor to James.  Little Kevin was a great
licker.  He licked Dad's balls like an expert.  I sucked on the head while
Kevin licked the shaft.  When James shot his juice, Kevin and I both licked
up our share.  It was a night I'll never forget.

Baby-sitting?  It's not so bad after all.  I was ready to work again.