Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 12:43:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brad Meissner <sintil8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Babysitting the Little Pervert

Let me know if you like it

Babysitting the Little Pervert

It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in my room with a couple of my
buds making some big-time plans for a party at my cousin's house that
night.

I'd gotten a massive boner just talking about the night we had up. You see,
I knew for a sure thing I'd be getting some head that night! A couple of
girls from school were the featured entertainment and I already had the one
I wanted picked out! That girl sucked dick better than any bitch I'd ever
had!

I know you old guys reading this are probably shaking your heads! I mean,
at fourteen years old a guy isn't supposed to know so much about getting
his pipes cleaned! But let's get real - this is today's world and the girls
don't even think of it as sex! It's just doing a guy a favor.

I'd been getting my dick sucked since I was twelve years old and conned my
babysitter into 'helping me get to sleep'. It didn't take much convincing;
I was pretty developed for my age - already able to shoot a load - and I
knew from my big brother that Allyson was the biggest dick-eater in high
school!

It was fucking great and from that time on I cut way back on my jerking off
and spent most of my time trying to score some head. When I turned thirteen
and my parents decided I was old enough to stay home alone I was probably
the only kid who ever tried to convince his parents he wasn't mature
enough!

Anyway, back to the night. My mom knocked on the door and asked if she
could come in. I had to scramble to pull my t-shirt down and cover my
hard-on; something my best friend John thought was pretty fucking funny!

She had the look on her face she gets when she is about to ask for a big
favor, and my stomach dropped as I waited for her to spit it out.

Mrs. Thomas from down the block had called in a panic. Her father had been
taken to the hospital in the next town and she needed a babysitter. She
needed one bad and she needed one right now!

I knew her kids. The oldest was Robbie and he was actually two years older
than me.  Trouble was that he was "special" as I'd been instructed to call
him. The rumor was that something had gone wrong during birth and he'd
never have the IQ of more than a little kid. Funny thing was it didn't
affect the way he looked; he was actually a damned good looking guy.

Not that I rate the guys I see! It's just that I always expected a
"special" kid to look a little different and he didn't.

The youngest was Timmy and he was just eleven. He looked like a miniature
version of his big brother. Same straight blond hair that made him look
like some little California surfer even though we all lived in Oklahoma.
The big difference between the two brothers was that Timmy was a lot
smarter.

It was kind of funny to watch them together. Little Timmy was a good two
feet shorter than his big brother but it was like he was the adult and
Robbie was the little boy. Timmy would lead him around telling him what to
do. Without a Dad in the house I guess Robbie's little brother was the
closest thing to a "male role model" he had!

I knew as soon as Mom started talking that I was nailed; my plans for
shooting a load down Christine's throat were out the window! I'd done a
little babysitting over the last few months and I knew I'd be in deep shit
if I blew off Mom's friend for a party!

I left for the Thomas' house within fifteen minutes. I didn't even have
time to jerk off before I had to go. I told John he was going to have to
come over and blow me since I knew he'd be taking my place with Christine,
but he just laughed and told me I'd have to put up with some blue balls for
a change.

"About fucking time, too, you dickhead!" he roared "I'm getting tired of
taking your cast- offs!"

That was a little bit of an exaggeration. It's true I usually did get first
dibs, but John didn't do so bad either.

Mrs. Thomas was almost hysterical when I got to her house. Both the boys
were in the living room, Timmy trying to calm down his big brother after
all the commotion. Mrs.  Thomas just shoved a fifty dollar bill in my hand
and told me to order some pizza for dinner and she'd call when she knew
what time she'd be back.

It was a little weird being left in charge of a guy who was two years older
than me and stood almost a foot taller. He was sitting on the couch wearing
just an old pair of cotton gym shorts, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy
from being so upset. Timmy wasn't wearing much more; he'd added a torn
t-shirt to his attire; and he was sitting next to his older brother with
his arm thrown around him in a fatherly gesture.

"Hey guys" I tried to sound as relaxed as I could "how about we order some
food and watch some TV?"

Robbie's face lit up like a little boy and he bounced on the couch chanting
"Pizza, Pizza!" It was just unreal seeing a guy who looked like he should
be a high school jock acting like that! Looking over his defined pecs and
washboard abs, I could tell whatever had damaged his brain hadn't hurt the
rest of him! It made for a weird picture.

The night passed pretty quickly. To tell the truth, Timmy was doing most of
the work watching his big brother. We ate our pizza and I got to know the
brothers a little better.  Timmy had a lot of maturity for a little kid,
and his big brother turned out to be a really "sweet little boy"

I know, but it's the only way I can put it! He was a sweet little boy in a
teenager's body!

Mrs. Thomas called about eight to say she'd have to spend the night. I
wasn't surprised and to be honest I wasn't too disappointed. More money for
one thing, and the job was turning out to be real easy. Plus, I'd developed
a little bit of a bad habit since I'd started babysitting. After the kids
go to bed I got a big kick out of jerking off in a strange house. And with
the case of blue balls I had I was kind of looking forward to getting some
privacy!

They didn't disappoint me. About nine o'clock Timmy looked up at his big
brother and announced it was time for bed. Even after spending more than
four hours with the boys it still almost made me laugh to see an eleven
year old order his sixteen year old brother to bed! But Robbie didn't
argue; he just got up and let Timmy lead him upstairs.

"I'll be back down later" Timmy called over his shoulder "I usually need to
help him get to sleep"

I settled into a boring program on the television and thought about all the
fun I was missing. "Little Jake" was thinking about it too, and pretty soon
he was straining the front of my jeans. I spread my knees and rubbed my
'best friend' through the denim, imagining Christine was there between my
legs. I thought about calling her cell to see if she could stop by later;
it'd be a real kick to get a blowjob instead of just jerking off.

But I didn't have the balls to do it. So I decided I'd take a quick trip
upstairs to see if there was some lube or something stashed in the medicine
cabinet that I could use for later.

I was kind of surprised to see the door to Robbie's room pulled shut, but
after the surreal night I'd had watching these two brothers I didn't think
much about it. That is, until I heard a loud groan coming from behind the
door.

I stopped and listened for a minute, thinking it must be a bedtime ritual
Robbie engaged in to get to sleep. But it didn't sound like Robbie, the
voice was too high pitched. It sounded like Timmy - and it sounded like he
was getting laid!

I should have just gone on. It was none of my business if the kid was
taking a few minutes to pull on his little wiener after his big brother
went to sleep. But my dick had never gone completely soft and it told me it
wanted to stay and listen for a little bit.

I always pay attention when "Little Jake" speaks!

The moans coming from the bedroom were getting a little louder and I could
hear Timmy's voice whispering in a kind of gruff lusty chant. I couldn't
hear exactly what he was saying but I could tell the kid was having a
fucking blast in there! I couldn't help myself; I turned the door knob and
cracked the door open to have a peek.

The sight that greeted me made all the other things I'd seen that night
look normal!  Timmy was standing at the end of the bed with his back facing
me, shirt thrown on the floor and shorts bunched around his ankles. That
would have been weird enough, but sitting on the edge of the bed was his
big brother Robbie, leaning forward to suck on the little kid's dick!

Neither of the brothers could see me, and I stood frozen as I watched
little Timmy's smooth white ass cheeks clinch as he fed his little dick to
his big brother. He had his head thrown back and his hands squeezed his
brother's cheeks as the older boy licked his crotch and slurped on his
cock. I could tell Timmy had more dick than I would've thought by the long
strokes Robbie was taking as he swallowed his little brother's pole.

My cock got tight in my jeans and I reached down to adjust the
pressure. But instead of just adjusting, my fingers went straight to the
zipper and released the leaking monster trapped under the fabric. I guess
"Little Jake" was sending his orders straight to my hand now!

I don't know why I found the sight to be such a turn-on. I'd never in my
most perverted fantasies pictured an eleven year old boy fucking the face
of his older teen brother (though I admit I'd fantasized before about this
one eight year old girl sucking me off!).

Timmy's slender little hips were pounding his hard cock through Robbie's
lips. He was moaning and chanting "Suck me....suck meeee..." as he hammered
his meat into his big brother's face. I could tell from experience that
Robbie was doing it right! This wasn't the first time these brothers had
played this game!

Pre cum was pouring out of my shaft as I fisted myself and watched the boys
have their fun. My eyes were drawn to Robbie's crotch and I could see he
was enjoying what he was doing! That guy may have had the mental age of a
little boy, but he had a fucking monster of a dick trying to tear its way
through the thin cotton of his shorts!

Timmy's moans turned into high pitched squeals of lust as he pulled his
brother's head tight onto his crotch and shoved his dick all the way
in. His thin legs buckled and I could tell he was blowing his eleven year
old load deep down the teenager's gulping throat.

I didn't mean to cum; it happened so fast I didn't even have time to catch
the load. Thick streams of juice blew out my of cockhead and sailed a good
two feet into the bedroom before I could even react. I was shocked at my
reaction; the sight of an eleven year old boy getting his nut had sent me
over the edge and I was too stunned to even breathe!

Robbie pulled his head back from his little brother's dick and wiped his
hand across his face before leaning back on the bed. He looked up and
caught me standing in the doorway, cock in hand, leaking ball juice all
over the carpet.

"Hi Jake" he beamed like it was the most natural thing in the world to be
caught sucking his little brother's dick. Timmy's face showed a good bit
more surprise!