Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:56:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Babysitting the Pastor's Twin Boys

I have always loved boys. Even when I was a boy myself.

The first boys I ever had were when I was a babysitter for our pastor and
his wife. I was thirteen, finally, finally hitting puberty. I thought I
would never catch up with the other boys in my class who had what seemed
like gigantic cocks, pubic hair, hair under their arms, and, when they
weren't looking, strong smells in their underwear or jock straps, smelling
just like my dad's underwear. It drove me wild, as wild as I could get
before I was able to get erections, real ones, and all the other stuff the
boys talked about all the time. Once I crossed that magic line and began to
get hard-ons, leak cum at night, began to get little hairs in those special
places, I went crazy. I masturbated at least two times a day, sometimes
three or four, and I never ever did it enough.

The pastor had two sons.  Funny thing was, they were only two years younger
than me, identical (and drop-dead gorgeous) twins, but they still had me as
their babysitter. Believe me, when we worked this all out, there were no
complaints on either side!

And, how shall I say this, when I babysat with them, I didn't have to
masturbate. The boys took very, very good care of my 13-year-old cock. Very
good care of it. And, I'm pleased to say, I did some reciprocation.

I was standing with my mom after church one Sunday when the pastor's wife
asked my mother if I could babysit. Mom said I had never done that before,
but that I was a good boy. I felt strangely excited. First, I had the hots
for our pastor who seemed to give me special attention. He was always
patting me on the head, or rubbing my shoulders, or gently patting my butt.
I would think of him, imagining him naked (it was always his face and my
father's body, as he was about the only man I'd ever seen naked), and I
would play with myself, whispering, "Kiss me, Pastor, kiss me," and cum in
a Kleenex, panting afterward, thinking of touching him. Since my father had
a big cock, and I often saw it good and hard, when he got out of the
shower, as, I later discovered, the shower was one of his favorite
masturbating places, I could imagine the pastor with a big thick hard cock
too with lots of pubic hair and big balls, like my dad. The fantasy got the
pastor all mixed up with my father and I sometimes would sneak a pair of my
father's dirty briefs from their clothes hamper and smell them while I
jacked off. It was all wonderfully confusing and so, so hot.

I even began going into my parents' bedroom when I was home alone after
school and carefully taking a pair of my dad's clean briefs out of the
drawer and hold them around my cock while I masturbated, very careful not
to get cum on them. After I calmed down, I'd open them up, turn them inside
out, and wipe just the tiniest bit of cum deep in the pouch where I guessed
the head of his cock would be resting. Then I smoothed them out and placed
them back in the drawer. This got me so hot I had to find a pair of his
dirty ones and chew on the insides of his pouch, smelling and licking and
sucking on the smelly stained cloth, shooting my load all over the bathroom
floor. Oh, it was so fucking hot!

Second, when the wife asked my mom, I thought of her two boys and how cute
they looked in their shorts, long sox, and dress shirts and ties at
church. Sometimes, they would sit with me, one on either side, and they
would rub their legs up against mine, innocently, I suppose, but it got me
excited. One day, one of the boys, Teddy, looked around behind us and on
either side, then he reached over and felt my bulging crotch. I gasped a
little and pushed his hand away and looked down at him. He smiled up at me,
a grin on his face, and while still looking at me, he felt me up
again. This time, I didn't stop him. In fact, I moved my legs slightly to
release my hard-on, and put my arm around him. He rubbed me a little and
left his hand there, just sort of holding on. The other brother, Bobby,
looked over and slapped his brother's hand and also looked up and
grinned. Then he reached for my package and felt it. He leaned over and
whispered, "I think you're as big as Daddy," and I almost came right there
in my briefs. So, the thought of being alone with them, in their own house,
all of us in T-shirts and shorts, while their parents were gone for a few
hours, was exciting. And, of all things, I would be paid for it!

I had learned to tell the boys apart because Teddy had a small mole on his
forehead, right above his right eye. There wasn't much else that
distinguished them -- that is, until I saw them naked and found out they
were easy enough to tell apart since one was circumcised and one was
not. It sounds strange, I know, but it was their father's idea when they
were first born, of course, and he was already planning on a nice life with
them when they got old enough.

After my parents had drilled in me how to handle a babysitting job, I
arrived at Pastor Brown's house a few minutes before I was due. It was only
a couple of blocks from my house, so I walked over. It was still
daylight. I figured the Pastor would take me home, but I had forgotten to
say anything.

The boys answered the door, jumping up and down like tiny kids and calling
out my name. "Charles! Charles!" they shouted and Mrs. Brown appeared,
smiling but shaking her head.

"Boys!" she said. "Charles may run away." She smiled.

They grabbed my hands and took me into the living room where we sat
down. Bobby jumped up on my lap -- though already eleven they were fairly
small for their age -- and Teddy snuggled up against me. I tried not to get
hard, but it was pretty difficult. They smelled of soap. Both boys' hair
was slicked down and they were in pajama tops and shorts and
barefoot. Ummm, I remember thinking, they are so cute!

Soon, the pastor came downstairs, dressed in a beautiful sweater and dark
slacks, looking even sexier than he did in church. God, I hoped he didn't
see my hard-on, especially since I was going to be left alone with his two
little half-naked boys who had already rubbed my crotch, right in
church. "Charles, now make them behave," he said, wagging a finger in their
direction. "Prayers and a snack by 9pm," he said.

I nodded. "OK, sir," I said.

In a rush, they were out the door and the boys pulled me to the couch. One
of them looked out the window and said, "They drove off."

Immediately, they began touching my crotch and Teddy reached for my
zipper. "Charles, raise up," he said, and I did so.

"Are you sure they're gone?" I asked. He nodded.

"But let's go upstairs," he said. "That way, if they come back we'll be up
there."

I let them hold my hands and take me up the stairs, my shorts unzipped. I
felt hot on my cheeks and neck. I didn't understand what was happening, but
I was excited.

They led me into their room. "Lie down on the bed," Bobby said. What little
soldiers they were, giving commands!

He reached once again for my zipper and giggled. "Oh, it's already done."
He then reached inside and felt my cock from the outside of my
briefs. "Oooh, it's big," he said.

Deciding it was too much work, and impatient, I guess, Teddy said,
"Charles, get up and take off your shorts. I want to see your penis."

"Your cock!" said Bobby.

Teddy gave him a glare. "Daddy said not to use that word when he wasn't
around, Bobby," Teddy said, then looked startled at what he'd said and gave
me a sly smile. "Yes, babysitter, let's see your... your... cock!!"

I stood up, put my fingers in the band of my shorts, and slid them
down. They fell to the floor, leaving my white briefs and my T-shirt. "Take
off your shirt!" Bobby cried. I did.

"Take off your underwear!" Teddy cried.  I did, slowly, sliding them down
so that, first, the top of my pubic hair ("Oooh, look, Bobby, pubes!")
showed, then the top of my downward-bent hard cock ("Teddy! Look! His
cock. Hurry up, Charles, hurry up!") appeared, then, an action that made
the boys gasp, the cock popped out and stood erect, straight in front of
me. Bobby reached for it. I smiled. Man, this was some babysitting job!

"Lie down, Charles," Bobby said, patting the bed, as if I didn't know where
I was supposed to go. I lay down, and opened my legs a little. What
happened next shocked the hell out of me: Bobby scooted over to me, took a
hold of my cock, kissed the end of it, and began sucking on it.

"Jesus Fuck!" I cried, and Teddy said, "Charles, you said a bad word!"

But, not to be outdone, he began feeling my balls while Bobby continued to
suck. I closed my eyes, and felt for, then began rubbing the boys'
heads. Sounds of soft moaning was coming from both boys.

The next sound was not so expected: "What the hell is going on here!" My
eyes jerked open in time to see Pastor Brown dash in to the room. I
scrambled for the head of the bed, away from him, as he grabbed both of his
boys by their hair. "What the fuck are you doing!" I should have been
shocked to hear him say that, but I was too scared to think. Here I was,
trusted to be the boys' babysitter, and, instead, I was naked and letting
them play with my cock and balls.

The boys were on the floor, one on either side of the bed. I didn't even
know if they were crying or hiding or blushing or what. All I could think
of was the pastor who was walking up to the head of the bed. He stood over
me, at the side of the bed, and said, in a husky voice, "Charles, unzip my
slacks."

"Sir?"

"You heard me. Unzip my slacks." I did so.

"Now, reach in and get a hold of my cock and pull it out." I started
breathing heavily. I did as he told me. It was big, and warm, and hard.
And it had a smell, but I liked it. It had an odor that was like nothing
I'd smelled before except when I smelled my dad's underwear. It was a
strong, sexy smell. I finally managed to get it out of his pants.

"Now, my little bitch, do to me what my son was doing to you - suck my
dick!" I did, tentatively, afraid this was some kind of trick, then when he
stood there, beginning to make loud breathing noises, I knew it was for
real. Oh god, I thought, it tastes like that smell. It made me so hot. Who
would have thought that a dick where the piss comes out and that is inside
underwear all day long would have a smell that I loved so much, that made
me eager to smell it even more and taste it even more!

It was huge! "Suck on it, boy," he said, in that husky voice again. I
opened my mouth and took the head in. Wow, it tasted all smelly and funky
and I loved it. I actually licked it, just like I'd lick an ice cream cone
(but, as much as I loved ice cream, this was better!) In and out, in and
out, the head went in my mouth. He rubbed the back of my head, slowly
caressing me.

"Boys," the pastor said. "Watch closely and you'll see your father pump a
load of jizz into Charles' mouth."

"Oh, daddy," I heard Bobby say. "It was my turn to get your jizz. My turn!"

"Don't worry, Bobby," the pastor smiled. "I have a feeling you'll get a lot
more jizz from now on. From me and from your new babysitter."

As I sucked on him, surprising myself by taking more and more of his big
cock in my mouth, I felt something wonderful and strange. Doing my best to
look down without missing a moment of servicing my pastor, I saw one of the
boys - I couldn't even tell who it was, only that he was a slender, naked
boy -- doing the same thing to me. It wasn't long before both the pastor
and I pumped loads into eager mouths.

I had no idea I would love babysitting so much!

I even thought of a slogan for my new occupation: "Babysitting sucks!"