Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 11:11:07 -0500
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babysitting Lars

When I was 13 a new family moved in from Norway.  The father worked in the
oil industry and they traveled a lot.  They had a boy who was 10.  They all
spoke English really well, though with a Norwegian accent.

For a while I didn't see much of the boy.  He seemed to stay in the house a
lot, and since they had a big fence and hedge around the back yard, I
couldn't see him if he was playing out there.  From the glimpses I caught of
him as he came to and from the car occasionally, I knew that he was really
cute.  He had fairly longish blond hair, blue eyes, was thin and tall for
his age, and moved with an interesting grace.  One thing that caught my eye
right away was that he always wore very short, loose shorts.  They must have
been a European style, and unlike boys here, you could see his spindly legs
all the way up to the upper thigh.  In fact when he bent to sit down on the
car seat, his shorts rode up so I could just see the bottom of his butt.  I
had never been attracted to boys before, but there was something about this
kid that captured my eyes and my imagination.  I couldn't help wondering
what he looked like under those shorts.  I knew most European boys were not
circumcised like I and my friends were, and I was curious to see what he
looked like.

Not thinking I'd ever have the chance, I was surprised when his mother asked
my mother if I could babysit for Lars (that's his name) for a weekend.  She
said he didn't really need anyone to take care of him; she just wanted
someone with him while they were gone.  My mother asked me, and I said sure,
and just like that I had a chance to meet and get to know Lars.

On Saturday I went over at the appointed time in the early afternoon, and
the mother explained things.  She said Lars was a good swimmer and could use
the pool all he wanted, but she wanted me to keep an eye on him.  Little did
she know how earnestly I would be keeping an eye on him!

It wasn't long after she left that Lars and I talked and got to know each
other.  Then he announced he was going for a swim.  I said OK and said I'd
be right out.  I went to the kitchen to get a drink, then headed for the
back door.  What I saw next caught me completely by surprise.  Lars had
walked out, and as I watched, stripped his shorts right off, and I saw he
wasn't wearing underwear.  So he free balled it, eh?  That was an
interesting thing to discover.  Even more interesting was that he didn't
have a bathing suit.  He just walked over to the pool naked and dove right
in.

I decided I liked this view very much, and pulled a chair right up to the
edge of the pool so I could "keep an eye on him."  It was incredible to see
his slim, lithe body as he ran around the pool.  His incredibly long, slim,
legs were shapely, and though he was well tanned, he showed no tan line,
indicating he swam naked most of the time.  His little penis was, like I
expected, uncircumcised.  It was about three inches long, with a pucker of
skin at the end that poked out about 3/4 of an inch.  It was really neat to
see it bouncing as he ran, but just dangling out at about a 45 degree angle
when he stood still.  He didn't seem at all self conscious about being
naked.  One time he even grabbed his penis and shook it at me and stuck his
tongue out with a mischievous look.  Several times he grabbed his penis by
the pucker and pulled, stretching his foreskin out a couple of inches.  That
seemed to just be an absent minded habit, but it looked neat.

I found myself getting hard watching him, and I couldn't take my eyes off of
him.  I began to think he was giving me a little show.  He obviously was
proud of his body, and I think he enjoyed showing off.

After a while he asked if I wanted to come in.  I thought of getting my
bathing suit, but figured that would be silly with him naked, so I got up
and undressed.  My boner had gone down a bit, so I was only half hard, and I
realized Lars was watching as I slipped into the water.

We played tag in the water for a while, and both of us were taking
not-so-accidental opportunities to touch each other.  I found myself getting
hard again, and I felt once that he had a boner, as well.

After swimming for a while, we got out.  Lars dried off with a towel, but
didn't seem in any big hurry to get dressed.  So we hung out by the pool
naked for a while, and I enjoyed looking at Lars' naked little body.

When we got dressed, he just pulled his shorts back on without underwear,
and ran into the house.  I decided to leave my boxers off, too, and just
wrapped them up in my towel and went into the house after pulling my shorts
on.

I heated up the pizza, and we sat down to watch TV.  All Lars had on were
his loose shorts, and the thought of him hanging free in them had me half
hard all night.

About 8 pm, Lars asked if he could sit on the couch with me.  I said yes,
and he came over and had me move over.  He sat on my left, and swung his
legs up and over my lap, so he was laying there looking very comfortable.  I
immediately got hard with the pressure of his legs over my crotch.  Since
his legs were right there, I just naturally started running my fingers up
and down them.  It felt so neat.  His skin was so soft and warm, with light
downy hairs, and his muscles were firm.  I particularly liked rubbing my
fingers lightly up his thighs to the leg openings of his shorts, which,
since they were so short, were almost in his crotch.  Lars shifted slightly
and spread his legs.

I thought I'd drop my teeth.  There, in the leg opening of his shorts, was
his little pink penis, just laying there, in all its glory.  I tried not to
stare too blatantly, but couldn't help it.  As I continued to rub his legs,
he shifted some more so that the right leg of his shorts slipped up some
more, and his whole crotch was laying open for me to see.  His little
ballsack was hanging loose now, unlike when he was in the pool and it had
been tight to his body, and his two little nuts were just laying there
beneath his cute limp penis.  I continued the gentle tickling of his legs,
and went all the way up his thighs to just below his balls.

We just sat there like that for about 15 minutes, Lars lying still, with his
eyes closed, and me staring intently.  Then he spoke.

"You like looking at me, don't you?"

I was a little flustered, and didn't know what to say, but finally answered
in the affirmative.

"Why?"

It took me a minute to think how to answer.  "Because you're cute, and look
neat."

"Want to see all of me again?"  He had that mischievous smile again.

"Sure."

With that he arched his back and pushed his shorts down.  He settled back
and wiggled them down to his feet and kicked them off.  Now he was lying on
the couch totally naked with his legs over my crotch.  He was a beautiful
sight; a thin, lithe, smooth, 10 year old lying there uncovered from head to
toe.

"You can touch it if you want."

Somehow I knew he was going to get to that.  I knew I shouldn't, but
couldn't resist.  I reached for his little penis with my left hand, and
rolled it between my fingers.  I tugged on his foreskin like he had done
before, and felt how loose it was.  Then I pulled it back so it barely
covered the head of his penis.  He was getting a boner, which was about
three inches long.  With it hard, I could pull his foreskin all the way
back, exposing the head.  It was wet and purple, and looked more sensitive
than the head of my cut penis.  I slipped the foreskin back and forth a
couple of times, and was fascinated by how smooth and silky it was, wishing
I had one to play with.

Lars was totally relaxed now, but his right hand came to rest on top of my
penis, which was as hard as a rock.  As I played with his, he unsnapped my
shorts and slid the zipper down, freeing my super sensitive member.  It
wasn't all that much bigger than his, about four inches.  He just held on to
it as I started to jack him off.  I held the head of his penis with the
thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and reached over with my right to
slide the skin up and down the shaft with the thumb and forefinger wrapped
around his penis like a ring.

I kept doing that for a few minutes, wondering if he was familiar with
masturbation, but strongly suspected he was from the way he reacted.  It
didn't take long for Lars to tense up.  Suddenly I felt one strong pulse,
and I released the head of his penis since I knew it would be painfully
sensitive, and held firmly onto the shaft with my left had.  There was a
pause of about a second before the second pulse, then a rapid series of
pulses as his full orgasm hit him.  Lars threw his head back and opened his
mouth and groaned an "Ohhhhhhh."  He stayed like that for about 30 seconds,
then relaxed and started panting to get his breath back.

"Oh, that felt great," he finally whispered.

After Lars relaxed for a few minutes, he asked if I wanted to try something.
  By now I knew this kid knew more than I did about some things, so I said
sure.  He rotated off me and told me to take off my shorts.  I did, then he
had me lay back in the couch half sitting, half reclining, and climbed up on
top of me, with his butt just above my crotch.  My penis was in his butt
crack, and it felt great.  Then Lars reached behind the sofa cushion and
pulled out a small tube of Vaseline.  With a smile, he said "My cousin
leaves this here.  For emergencies, of course."  I didn't know what kind of
emergency would require quick access to a tube of Vaseline, but I was about
to find out.

Lars shifted his small body up so that my penis was between his legs, and he
put a dollop of Vaseline on the head of my penis and rubbed it around.  It
felt good.  Then he put a smaller dollop on his forefinger and reached under
his butt and rubbed it around.  Then Lars held my penis as he slid down, and
I suddenly realized what he was about to do.  He aimed his penis at his hole
and applied pressure, and I felt the head of my penis slip into his butt.
It felt really tight, and I could feel his butt muscles gripping it.  He
relaxed and pushed down some more, and my penis started to slide into his
hole.  He stopped again and relaxed, then pushed down again, and I was all
the way in him.  It felt incredible.  It was tight and hot, and the entrance
to his hole gripped my penis as he started to slide up and down on it.  I
had never felt anything like this in my life.

As he slid up and down on me, I reached for his penis, and was surprised to
find it hard again.  I held it tightly as he slid up and down, and I could
tell I wouldn't last long. And I could tell that Lars was going to have
another orgasm.  After about five minutes, I was close, and Lars suddenly
stiffened, and his penis began to pulse again.  More noticeable to me was
that at each pulse, his anus gripped my penis as if to milk it, and I came.
I could feel my semen spurting up through my penis and into his bottom.  I
was pressing in as hard as I could, and had the strongest orgasm of my young
life.  I couldn't believe it.

After we had both cum, we sat there like that for a long time, until my
penis got so soft that it just slid out of his bottom.  I liked the feel of
Lars on top of me, skin to skin, and didn't want the moment to end.

After a while Lars got up and scampered to the bathroom to get some toilet
paper to clean us up.  His bottom and my penis were all smeared with messy
Vaseline, and some of my semen had dribbled out of him.

I finally had to ask Lars, "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"My cousin has been doing that to me for a couple of years.  I love it."

"You ever do it to him?"

"No, mine isn't quite long enough to stay in him, but it will be in a year
or two.  He says he'll let me as soon as it is.  Until then, he'll keep
doing other things."

"Like what?"

"Like you did to me, with his hand, and sometimes with his mouth.  That
feels great, too."

I hadn't even thought of that myself, but as soon as he said it, I realized
that would be neat to try.

"How old is your cousin?"

"He's 15.  He's a little bigger than you down there," pointing to my crotch,
"but not much.  He comes over pretty often, and we get to play like this a
lot."

I asked, "You know, it's a warm night.  Want to take a quick dip before
going to bed?  Maybe I can even try to use my mouth on you."  I really
wanted to try that.

"Great idea.  I'd like that."

So we went out to the pool in the dark and took a dip.  When we were done,
Lars lay right on the side of the pool at the shallow end, and I took the
hint.  I went up to him still standing in the water, leaned over, and put my
mouth on his cute little penis.  It got hard very fast, and I played with it
with my tongue, sticking it into his foreskin and rubbing around his penis
head inside.  It tasted good, and I could tell Lars was liking it.

Then I started sucking on him and moving my head up and down.  Lars got into
it, moaning and rolling around, then stiffened, and I felt the quick throb,
a delay, then five or six quick throbs as his third orgasm in an hour hit
him.  I just held on, and he held my head on him until he started to get
soft again.

"Want me to do that to you?" Lars asked.

"If you want, I'd like to see what it feels like."

So we reversed positions, and he sucked me like a pro.  I had my second
orgasm of the night, and it was as good as the first one.  Lars didn't seem
to mind when I came in his mouth, so I figure that's how he and his cousin
did it.

By the time we were done, we were both really tired, and just went to bed
after drying off.  We slept naked, and I knew there'd be more adventures the
next day, since his mom wasn't coming home until late in the day.  I fell
asleep with a boner thinking of how nice it felt when I had my penis in his
warm, tight butt.  That was truly amazing.