Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 00:17:38 +0200
From: freudz@hush.com
Subject: little pants next door bros 2-2  (true, t/b, cons, mast, oral, feet)

This tale is based on (un)true facts. It takes place in
the seventies in a small town on the Dutch coast. It's
another babysitting story. The good thing is that it is
mine. The real world isn't politically correct so I am not
either. Certainly not when I was a teenager. This part is
in another format as the first. As I just started writing
I am trying different ones. Some readers ask me to send
the additional chapters. Well, I am not a big fan of
stories with endless episodes. I rather use that
material in new stories. This keeps it exciting for
everybody. Some chapters are still in my head so please
be patient. Comments can be emailed to freundz@hush.com.


little pants next door bros


Part 2


After I had rung their doorbell twice the door was opened
by my tall bearded neighbor. He warmly shook my hand and
slapped me on the shoulder. While he led me to the living
room he excused himself and his wife for not being ready
yet. The wife was showering the boys. This explained the
muffled high pitched giggles and shrieks that were coming
from the bathroom. The neighbor offered me a beer and sat
himself beside me on the couch.


In those days in Holland it wasn't uncommon for a thirteen
year old to drink a beer. Especially not in the area where
I lived. Eagerly I sipped my cold beer and listened to his
adventures on the road. He then asked me bluntly if I had a
girlfriend. As street smart and tough I may have looked, I
shyly responded that I didn't. He laughed and jokingly
asked me to show my hands. I didn't get it and held my
hands in front of me.


He took my hands in his and turned them upwards. With a big
smile he said that they showed what my favorite pastime
was. In spite of my slightly embarrassed face, he
conspiringly added that he had something that would keep
me busy after the boys had gone to bed. On the top of the
cupboard where the hands of the boys couldn't reach he had
hidden a key to one of the doors. Quickly he opened it to
show me the content.


To my delight it contained a big collection of porn mags.
Half of them where Dutch. The others he had brought from
all countries where he had gone to. Most of them were
Scandinavian, but also some German and Spanish. With a big
smile on his face he closed the door of the cupboard and
emphasized where he hid the key. Surprisingly he didn't
show me the 8mm projector and films. I guess he didn't
want me to mess them up.


Of course I didn't mention it either. Should I have told
him about what had happened the month before? When I had
watched his porn flicks together with his eight and five
year old sons. How they had showed their little boners to
me. How the oldest son and I had soaped each others dicks
and balls in his bathroom and had jerked off. Or how I had
rubbed his sons bum and had finger fucked his tight virgin
hole, while shooting my boy cum on his bathroom wall?


Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the brothers who
came running into the living room. Dressed in identical car
printed pajamas they jumped on top of us. While the father
was holding his oldest son upside down the pants had moved
up a bit so that half of his delicious pale buns were
showing. Playfully he slapped his son's butt. The youngest
was on my lap and his legs were siccored between mine. I
tickled him until he was giggling like crazy.


Their mother had fixed her damaged make up and gestured to
her husband that they could leave. They put on their coats
and the mother gave me the same instructions as the first
time. They both wished me a good evening. The neighbor guy
also wished me a good time and emphasized this with me a big
meaningful wink. If only he would have known. I played it
innocent and shyly smiled at him. Soon we heard the noise of
their Ford Mustang disappear in the distance.


How enchanted I was to be sitting there with the two darling
brothers. Their hairs were still wet. Although I had loved
their white cotton pants the last time, the pajama pants
showed their features in a different but not less revealing
way. The thin fabric had crawled up between their small buns.
They looked and smelled so fresh just like a forest after a
summers rain. It stirred my teen loins. Fortunately I was
wearing more practical sweat pants instead of tight jeans.


The youngest boy giggled and indicated that he wanted to watch
sex movies again. Eagerly the older boy and I agreed. Together
we brought the projector and films from the cupboard to the
table in front of the couch. There were about twice as much
boxes as the last time. Full of enthusiasm the oldest boy
explained that their father had brought new movies on his last
trip. Expectantly we watched as some German words appeared on
the screen.


It was a movie about a brothel. Every scene showed a bedroom
and a whore and customer performing some sexual variation.
It was pretty kinky. One scene showed a man with a dog collar
around his neck. A woman walked him through the room like a
dog. Without sound it looked rather comically than erotic.
The boys and I were laughing at the funny scenes and
positions. Although I wasn't a stranger to some fetishes,
the way I practiced them were much more innocent.


I was sitting in the middle of the couch and manually
operated the projector. The brothers were half sitting half
standing on both sides of me. Because the 4 x 5 inch screen
was deep inside the black box they really had to hang close
to me to have a clear view. Unintentionally the younger boy
put his hot little hands on my right thy and squeezed me
once in a while when the movie really excited him. The older
boy had both hands on his lap.


>From the corner of my eye I could see that he was secretly
rubbing the little bulge in his pajamas with his left hand.
Pretending not to notice I said I wanted to give him a
better view. With this I brought my free left arm behind
his back. This way I could hold him close to me. Hidden
from the view of the youngest boy I cupped his thy and
worked my hand up his legs to his buns, until my middle
finger rested on his boy hole.


He didn't move but continued to watch to movie and
occasionally rub his bulge. My dick was throbbing and
leaking in my pants. Even though I had my legs closed a
clear tent was visible in my groin area. I was hardly
watching the movie. The real thing that was happening around
me was far more erotic. I could feel and almost hear my
own heart. Thoughtfully I decided that it was bedtime for
the youngest.


Although the cute and naughty five year old had shown to be
naughty and horny, instinctively I found him too young to
engage in our secret games. Besides I was afraid that he would
tell on us. I definitely didn't want to have to explain about
this to my neighbors or even worse to my parents. I decided not
to risk it. Of course he complained. It was one hour before his
regular bedtime. Only after I promised to tell him a bed time
story he agreed.


Gladly I helped him to get out of his pajamas and lay down
under the blanket. His one inch boner was proudly sticking
out from his body. Although I pretended not to notice my
boy cock certainly did. While I told him a short story my
mum used to tell me, my hand caressed his warm smooth baby
tummy. To cool him down a bit I refrained from touching his
pecker. My mind and dick were already in the living room.
I made him promise to go to sleep and not get out of bed.


When I returned to the living room I found the oldest boy
sitting on the couch. He seemed to be eagerly awaiting me.
He'd already gotten some beers from the fridge and had drunk
about half a glass of it. Excited he told that he had loaded
a new film and was waiting for me so we could watch it
together. Leaving it up to him to operate the apparatus,
I took a glass of beer and sat next to him on the couch.
His warm thy was touching mine.


While he rotated the reel of the projector the top of his
pajamas gradually slipped upwards. A thin white stripe of the
flesh of his tender back was visible. Unfortunately it
started just above his butt. His short sandy hair was wildly
sticking out all directions. How I lusted after his tender
neck. In my fantasy I wanted to kiss and nibble on it. I
leaned forwards and put my hand on his upper back. Slowly
I caressed the puppy skin of his delicate neck.


The movie was about a threesome with two guys and a girl. It
was the first bisexual movie that I had ever seen. Not only
did the men suck each other. They also pumped their big dicks
in each others hairy butt holes. As if hypnotized we watched
the variety in possible combinations. I slowly caressed his
small back and asked if he had seen it before. He said he
hadn't watched the movies since the last time I had baby
sat them.


I asked if he knew about his fathers secret porn stash.
Astonished he answered that he didn't but surely wanted to
know where it was. After he promised not to tell on me I
took the key from the secret spot and opened the cupboard.
His sparkling green eyes grew big as saucers when he saw
the amount of magazines. Eagerly we took as much of them
as we could carry and spread them on the floor in the center
of the room.


To my surprise most of the magazines were of a bisexual
nature. I had never expected this. My neighbors seemed such
a decent couple. For the first time I saw guys having
sex with other guys and women at the same time. This opened
a whole new world and gave me more confidence about my own
sexuality. My brother also had quite a collection of
porn mags but they were all but one about straight sex.
This was more my league. We were sitting on the floor
going through all the magazines.


Although the small bulge at the front of his pajamas
made it quite obvious, I asked if he liked the magazines.
With a naughty smile he nodded his head. I then asked if he
had liked what we had done the month before. He nodded again
and gave me the cutest smile. I asked him if he wanted to
play a game. He wanted to know what it was about. Without
mentioning my friend Patrick I explained him about the
hooker game.


>From experience I knew that role play was considered safe
by boys. It didn't mean you were gay because you were just
pretending. One of us would have to be the hooker and the
other one the customer. Afterwards we would switch roles.
He asked what we would do and I referred to the brothel in
the first movie that we had seen that night. As it was his
first time, I would be the customer. To my delight he agreed
with my naughty proposal.


I put on a long coat of his dad and besides his pajamas he
was wearing his mums silk bathrobe. It didn't look
realistic at all but to us it was sufficient to create
the right illusion. Pretending to walk down the red light
district of Amsterdam, I stepped through the living room.
The boy was standing in the center with one hand on his hip.
With an overacted high pitched voice he called me a darling.
My lusty eyes and hands examined him from head to toe.


We agreed on a price of twenty five guilders (twelve dollars
at the time) and the boy preceded me to the couch of which
he declared was his room. Because he was a girl now I could
freely hold his body close to mine and touch him and treat
him like a girl. I squeezed his buns and complimented
him with his nice girl ass. Completely taking his character
seriously he asked me what I wanted to do. His eagerness
and willingness, but mostly his sexiness overwhelmed me.


I sat myself on the couch and requested him to do a
striptease in front of me. Together we carefully moved
the table and projector a bit to backwards. He started to
take off the silken bathrobe in an overacted but cute way.
Seductively he looked at me and took off the pajamas top.
His short white upper body appeared. With both hands
he pretended to caress his tits. I asked him to turn around.


How beautifully did the pajama trousers outline his tiny
butt and skinny legs. The little bulge was still tenting. I
asked him to continue undressing and he slowly lowered his
pants. As a customer I felt free to rub my groin while I
was watching him. I didn't take of my pants just yet
because I wanted to safe that for later and let him
do it. This is how Patrick and I always played the game.


When he was totally naked I asked him to make turns. Like a
little ballet dancer he proudly showed his gorgeous little
body. At a certain moment he came within my reach and I
pulled him to me by his waist. I made him stand between
my legs and let my hands roam all over his body. Squeezing
his buns and his tits. While I cupped his hairless little
balls and little member, I complemented him on his nice
pussy. The boy was totally in the game.


His eyes had a dreamy expression. He clearly was enjoying
my caressing hands on his naked skin. I rotated his body
and made him bent over. My groin throbbed as I parted
his dimpled buns. In the valley of the smooth pale globes
a pink puckered hole appeared. Just like an oasis in the
desert. It seemed to be winking at me. Or maybe that was
a fata morgana.


Before I could touch it he said he had to go for a pee.
Although I found it hard to leave my dish for later, this
unexpected turn of events also excited me. Standing behind
him I took hold of his little boner and aimed it at the
toilet bowl. Because it was still rock hard he needed
a little time to relax. While cupping his buns with my one
hand I felt the hot urine flowing trough the fingers of my
other.


The smell, the sound and the sight of his peeing naked
body made me horny as hell. After he finished I continued
to stroke his woody and pressed a finger between his buns.
I needed a piss too and ordered him to take out my hard
leaking boy cock. With little effort he managed to lower
my sweat pants and briefs. I instructed him to lower them
down to my knees.


Carefully he held my raging cock in his small hand. To be
able to aim it at the toilet bowl, he had to bend it
painfully downwards. It was almost impossible for me to
piss in this aroused state. this. I put both hands on
the opposite wall and leaned over a bit in order not to
miss the bowl. Like cumming the urine rushed out in
sudden flows. After I finished the boy tucked my foreskin
to get rid of the last drops.


I made him pull up my pants and proceed me to the living
room. Before we continued our game we drank another glass
of beer. Like before I sat back on the couch and made him
stand between my legs. Slowly I hugged him and made him
rotate his gorgeous body around. I told him to present his
tits so I could lick them. I put my mouth on his nipple and
probed at it with my tongue.


It didn't seem to do much to him. Fortunately he wasn't
too ticklish. For him it was just play. For me it was pure
heaven. Even at thirteen I knew the pleasures of nipple
play. My own nipples were extra sensitive. Desperately I
wanted his young mouth sucking on my nipples. I ordered him
to take off my sweatshirt and get on his knees. Gently I
pulled his head to my chest and asked him to suck my tits
nipples like I had done to him.



The sucking and biting motion of his eager inexperienced
mouth send jolts through my body. While my one hand was
encouraging his head and shoulders the other was playing
with his two boner wiener and his smooth sack. Although I
wanted it to last forever my dick also wanted some
attention. I leaned back and ordered the boy to take off
my pants and underwear. With my brown butt lifted from
the coach he could easily pull down my jeans and briefs.


I sat back up and hugged him. Our naked bodies and dicks
touched. Slowly I humped him and pulled him closer to me.
I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. His little boner
was pressing against my leaking tool. Humping him like this
while caressing his smooth back and soft buns could have
made me cum. Instead I ordered him to get on his knees on
the floor in front of me. I asked if he knew what a blow job
was. He answered that the people in the movie and magazines
had done it.


When I ordered him to give me a blow job he refused because
it was gross. He wanted to know when he would be the
customer. Although I explained to him that I just had taken
a shower that evening and promised him that we would switch
roles after he had given me a blow job, he wouldn't go for
it. To my astonishment he came up with an alternative
solution. He said that he would only do it for real money.


First I was a bit taken back by his blunt offer but quickly
regained myself when I though about all the opportunities it
would give me. I proposed to pay him two and a half guilders
for the rest of the night. This was about twenty five
percent of my fee. Though I thought it was worth it. Luckily
he accepted my offer immediately. At that point I was beyond
reason and would probably have offered him all my ten
guilders, if he would have declined.


He took my throbbing tool in his small hand and jerked it a
little. Then he took the whole gland at once in his mouth.
For a brief moment he didn't move. He said it tasted funny.
I convinced him that the taste would get better. I only had to
instruct him a little about his lips and his teeth. For the
rest he was a heavenly natural born cock sucker. Seeing this
small boy giving me head was such a turn on. With my fingers
I stroked through his hair and caressed his ears and shoulders.


I told him that I would also lick his pussy. I actually mend
his little member, but I called it his pussy because we were
still playing the game. I asked if he would like that. He was
back in his character and seductively answered that he would
like it. I made him lay down on top of me with his pale buns
in front of my face. I lifted him a little bit by the hips so
that his boner became visible. When I engulfed his pecker in
my hot mouth I felt a shudder going though his body.


Hungrily I feasted on his groin. I felt his tongue exploring
my gland and his small mouth taking in my raging teen cock.
He couldn't take it all in and I didn't wanna choke or scare
him. I slid my tongue up his tiny balls to the crack of his
butt. I wondered if the boy would freak out if I would lick
him there. The fact that I was paying him convinced me that
he wouldn't have any restrictions left. Besides perhaps some
kinky stuff that at that age I wasn't even aware of.


With a wide tongue I licked the pink puckered hole. Another
shudder went through his small body. He giggled and asked if
I was really licking his bum. Seriously I answered that women
had in fact two pussies and I was licking his pussy. I asked
if he liked it. When he said he did, I just dove between his
buns and tried to stuck my tongue in his tight hole. A month
ago I had stuck my finger in it. Because my finger had been
coated with soap it had gone in easily.


>From experiences with my friend Patrick I knew that spit
proved to be good alternative lubricant. Carefully I pushed
my finger in the wet pink eye. The top went in easily, but
when I pushed harder he said it hurt and I took it out. After
some more licking I managed to slide in my whole saliva coated
middle finger. At the same time I furiously sucked his
throbbing boy boner. His hot hole clenched around my finger
and his body convulsed as he experienced an intense dry cum.


Luckily my dick was still in his mouth so that his moans were
fumbled a bit. I guess he was a little worn out because his
sucking seemed less inspired. We relaxed for some time and
drank another beer. Surely the alcohol must have affected our
behavior and actions, but at that time I was just a horny teen
and didn't have a problem with it. I just wanted to cum. I
knew he was too tight to fuck. But wondered if I could fuck
him between the legs or the soles of his feet.


I ordered him to lay down on the coach on his back with
his legs up in the air. Sitting on my knees in front of him
I rubbed my wet gland against his tight hole and smooth sack.
That moment I promised myself that I would fuck him some
time in the future, while I slid my leaking tool between his
skinny legs. The contrast of my coffee brown rod and his
milky white legs siccored around it gave me such a turn on.
With both hands I grab his feet and brought them to my mouth.


I licked the soles of his small feet and traced my tongue
around his the little toes. The boy was giggling
hysterically and I had to quiet him down once more or else
he would wake up his brother. I sucked on his little toes
and tongued trough them. Just like the German man had
taught me two years before I put the soles of the boys
feet on my cock. Slowly I rocked my leaking tool between
the tender tissue.


Amazed the boy observed my kinky actions. His boner was rock
hard again. I ordered him to play with his pussy
for me. Watching this gorgeous little boy playing with his
little member, while I was fucking his feet soon brought
me to the verge of orgasm. Suddenly I heard that the door
to the boys bedroom was opened. The shrieks of the boy
must have woken up his younger brother. Quickly I raised my
briefs and sweat pants.


The older boy barely had enough time to cover his naked body
with the silken bathrobe, when the younger boy entered the
living room naked. His sleepy eyes examined the scenery.
Remarkably fast he woke up in seconds and started to ask
all these questions about the projector still being there
and whose magazines where on the floor. And why his brother
wasn't wearing his pajamas but his mums bathrobe. We both
must have had flushed and guilty faces.


I made up some excuses and tried to get him back to his
bed but he was smarter than I had expected. He threatened
to tell on us to his parents. I knew that even the little
he had seen, could get us into a lot of trouble. The
older boy intervened and made it even worse by telling
his brother that they were getting paid for it.
Immediately the little blackmailer wanted to know how
much his share would be and besides the money he also
wanted to know what we were up to.


The intrusion of the litlle imp made me alsmost shit my
pants, a true nightmare with upcoming unpleasant events.
However from the moment he became our partner in crime,
my teenage hormones took over from common sense. We
unveiled our secret game to the little boy. I still thought
he was too young to participate, but agreed that he could
watch us doing it. I asked the older boy to get back to our
last position. I felt my loins stir.


Breathlessly the younger boy watched his older brother
taking off the silken robe and lay with his legs up on
their couch. When I lowered my sweat pants and briefs
his eyes grew big when he saw my leaking coffee brown
boy cock. Both boys giggled when I licked the older boys
feet. Undisturbed I sucked on the little toes and probed my
cock at his hairless sack and between his legs. The boy
under me had resumed stroking his boner.


The younger boy was watching up close when I fucked his
brothers feet. It must have excited him because he was soon
also tucking his one inch baby boner. The whole scenery and
the intense stimulation the tender boy feet soon proved to
be too much as I thrustes and arched my back and violently
blew my boy juice. Because my cum wasn't thick yet, there
were drops of cum all over his little dick,balls, feet,
tummy, chest and also on the couch.


Before I send him to the bathroom to clean himself I had
to wipe his feet first. After I cleaned the couch I
followed him to the bathroom. Covered in soap he looked
very adorable. Eagerly I joined him under the shower.
His member was still hard and I jerked him of, while I
slid my soap coated finger in his tight hole. The whole
time the little brother had watched us having fun and
wanted to join in. I surely didn't want to get his hair
wet and kindly asked him to go to the living room.


It didn't take long before the older boy had another
dry cum. Because Id had one before we just rinsed
the soap of our bodies and dried each other. It was
past midnight and within an hour their parents would
be home. Quickly I brought them to their beds and gave
them both a big hug and made them both swear to keep
our secret. I cleaned the mess in the living room and
washed the glasses. I had some time left to have quick
peek at the porn Mags, until I heard the engine of their
car driving by.


Randomly I picked one of the magazines and stuck it
between my pants and sweater. When the neighbors arrived
I quickly reported to them And wished them goodnight. Too
bad my brother was home,so I couldn't jerk off in bed.
Instead I snuck into the toilet and masturbated like
crazy, while reading my neighbors pornmags and the whole
evening, until I experienced another powerful climax.
Satisfied about another thrilling experience with the
neighbor's boys I fell asleep.


The babysitting job didn't last long. Within a couple of
months the lorry driver lost his job, so there were no
more nights out. Of course the older boy and I found
other occasions to play the game. But that's a different
story....