Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:30 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 11    (t/b  oral/anal)

This story is completely fictional.  It is about the relationship of a
teen with younger boys, including their sexual adventures.  If you are
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Copyright2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.  If you would like to
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Please see the note at the conclusion of this chapter.

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Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 11  (t/b oral)



"Mike, mommie said I could go play in the park if you would take me.
Mrs. Jenkins never does; she's too old."

"Well, Robbie," Mike smiled.  "This boy's not too old to play in the
park.  Let's go, tiger."

Mike grabbed the housekey and took Robbie by the hand as they left.  They
walked hand-in-hand the two blocks to the park.  It was a large area,
half of it used as a ball diamond, where a Little League game was about
to begin, and the other half a well-equipped playground.  Robbie ran
straight to the jungle gym and started climbing the bars.

"Come on up, Mike.  Come on up," he called.

"I"ll just watch, Robbie.  I don't know if that thing was made for bigger
guys."

Mike watched the boy stretch to reach the higher bars, swing to get his
feet in place, then come to rest on another perch.  He laughed at the
feeling of being so high.  He yanked off his t-shirt and threw it to
Mike.

"It's too hot for this," he said.

As Robbie stretched, the smooth paleness of his underarms contrasted with
his tan.  The waistband of his tight shorts was stretched lower on his
body and revealed the whiteness of his little briefs.  As he swung his
legs and leaped from one perch to another, each movement accented another
part of his lovely body.  Mike couldn't take his eyes off the boy.

When the shirtless boy ran to the teeter-totter, Mike joined him, and the
two moved up and down, with Mike's legs shooting his little charge high
into the air.  Mike watched the little brown chest and belly bounce with
each landing.  God, he loved this boy!

Robbie wanted to try the swings next, and Mike stood behind him to push.
He squealed as Mike pushed him higher and higher, but he kept shouting,
"More!  More!"  Each time the swing moved back to him Mike rested his
hand for just a second on Robbie's warm back or hips, then pushed him
higher, the little legs kicking to help the momentum.

A second little boy, a bit larger than Robbie, sat in the next swing and
began moving it.  He looked over at Mike with his large brown eyes, and
Mike smiled back at him.  Mike realized he'd been asked a question with
those eyes, so he moved over to give the boy a push.  He alternated
between the two, pushing first one then the other, watching the two
shirtless little boys swing and listening to the shouts and laughter.  He
heard himself laughing with them.

His arms demanded a rest soon, so he let the swings slow down, and the
boys glided to a slow stop.  Robbie hopped out and gave Mike a hug.  Mike
smelled the sweetness of a sweaty boy, then realized he'd worked up a
good sweat himself.

"Can Charlie and me have a snowcone, Mike?  Please?" Robbie begged.

"Charlie?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, this is Charlie.  He's my friend.  Can we?"

Mike looked at the friend Robbie obviously knew from previous visits.  He
was slightly larger than Robbie, a bit more slender, perhaps a bit
older.  His dark hair was short, and the long lashes emphasized his brown
eyes.  He was smiling up at Mike.

"Sure," Mike said.  "Snowcones it is!"

"Let me ask, okay?" Charlie asked.  And he ran over to a bench on the far
side of the playground to speak to the man who had apparently brought him
to play.  The child almost skipped as he ran back with a huge smile.

"Okay, I can," Charlie said.

The three headed to the snowcone concession at the side of the
playground, and all three decided on strawberry.  They moved to the side
to lick at the quickly-melting cones.

"This is Mike," Robbie finally said between slurps.  "My new babysitter."

Charlie's mouth was too full of ice to say anything, but he tried.  Some
red ice ran out of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his bare chest.  He
squealed at the sudden coldness.  Robbie began to laugh, and the ice from
his mouth slid out and landed on his belly.  The two boys were wet and
giggling when the man Charlie had talked to joined them.

"Charlie, I thought you were going to eat it, not take a bath in it," he
laughed.

"They sure lost more than they ate," Mike said, joining in the laughter.
"I hope you don't mind your son getting all sticky."

"I'm Chuck," the man said, reaching out to shake Mike's hand.

"I'm Mike," the teen responded, "and this little mess is Robbie."

"Oh, I've seen Robbie before when the boys have been playing here," Chuck
said.  "And Charlie isn't really my son.  He's the son of a friend of
mine who's out of the country for a little while.  I"m keeping Charlie
for him while he's gone."

Chuck was a very nice-looking man in his late thirties.  His blond hair
was several shades darker than Mike's, and his shorts and t-shirt
emphasized his athletic build.

"Look, boys," Chuck said.  "You're pretty sticky, and you're going to
attract every fly in town.  We'd better get you washed off a little."

The four of them went into the restroom, and Mike and Chuck wet paper
towels. They squatted down, each in front of his own little charge, and
began to wipe the sticky chests and bellies.  Robbie and Charlie giggled
as the cold water washed over them, some of it running down into the
waistbands of their shorts and onto their little dicks.

Mike wiped some of the sticky mess from one of Robbie's nipples and
watched it tighten in response to the coldness and roughness of the paper
towel.  That made him glance at the other boy, and Charlie's nipples were
tight, too.  The boys were obviously enjoying the attention the older two
were giving them.

Chuck finished Charlie off with a couple of tummy-tickles, and Mike did
the same for Robbie.  Charlie got the idea of getting compltely dry with
the blow-dryer attached to the wall, and Robbie followed.  The whine of
two blow-driers couldn't drown out the giggles of two little boys who
pressed out their chests and moved their bellies from side to side under
the warm air.

Mike watched the little dance, and he couldn't help but notice that Chuck
was watching carefully, too.

"Oooo," Robbie said. "Now I've got to peepee."  He moved to the smaller
urinal on the other side of the room and spread his legs as he pulled out
his little dick.

"Me too!" Charlie said, and he stood at the higher urinal next to
Robbie. "Oops," he giggled, as some of his pee dribbled onto the floor.
He scooted closer and stood on his tiptoes to finish peeing.

The two boys were obviously looking at each other as they peed.

Mike and Chuck smiled at one another as they went outside to wait for the
boys.

"Robbie's a nice boy," Chuck said to Mike.  "They've played some together
here since the beginning of summer, but Robbie doesn't get here too
often."

"I know," Mike replied.  "His other babysitter was a little too old to
bring him, I think. And I can't imagine her swinging him!"  He laughed.

"Well," Chuck smiled, "you look young enough -- and fit enough -- to do
both.  Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"

"I'm fifteen," Mike answered.

"A lot of responsibility for a fifteen-year-old, babysitting." Chuck
said.

"I worked with his mother at a store," Mike said, bristling a little at
the comment.  "We know each other pretty well.  She asked me..."

"Oh, hey, I didn't mean that as a criticism, Mike," Chuck said.  "It's a
compliment.  Keeping a boy Robbie's age is hard work -- I'm sure you know
that."

"Robbie's just turned six, and, yeah, he can be a handful."  Mike now
blushed a little at the compliment.

"And Charlie just turned seven.  They seem to play well together, don't
they?"

"Yes.  I think they like each other," Mike said.  And he noticed that
Chuck looked at him for a moment after that comment.

Later, as the two were soaking in the tub, Mike asked Robbie if he liked
playing with Charlie.

"Yeah, he's fun," Robbie said, as he washed Mike's chest slowly.  "And we
can play more, now that I can go to the park more -- right, Mike?"

"Sure, honey."  Mike lay back against the back of the tub and turned
Robbie around to settle him against his chest.  His hard cock was
shoved between the cleft of Robbie's butt and Mike's belly.  Mike reached
around his little friend and stroked his chest, playing with each
nipple.  Robbie sighed and relaxed against him, laying his head back onto
his chest.

Mike reached under the water for Robbie's cocklet, fingering his tiny
balls first.  His thumb and forefinger rolled the thin little boydick
slowly, left then right, left then right.  Robbie sighed again.  His dick
began to stiffen.  Mike kept the pace slow and easy.  His own cock was
throbbing, and he knew the child could feel it against his butt and back.

"I love you, honey.  You are so sweet.  I love you..." Mike whispered
into the little ear in front of him.  Robbie squirmed as he felt the warm
breath on his ear and the hardening of his boyhood.

"Oh, Mike...I love you..."  Robbie began to move his dick into Mike's
hand.  Robbie's head pressed back against Mike's chest as the boy moved
his cocklet hard into Mike's hand.  "Oh, Mike..."  The boy's movements
became more urgent as his cocklet demanded more attention.  Soon he was
panting and fucking his little tool into the teen's hand.  His wiggles
massaged Mike's own cock.

"Ooooooo...Mike...make me do it...oooooo..."

Mike knew the very second the boy's orgasm began.  Robbie's back
stiffened against him, and his little belly clenched.  His cocklet became
a tiny rod in his hand, and the child rammed his groin against his fist.
As Robbie's voice rose with his dry cum, Mike's cock throbbed once,
hardened even further, and shot Mike's hot cream between his belly and
the child's back.  He shoved his groin harder against the boy, and the
bathroom echoed with the sounds of two boys enthralled with the pleasure
of sex.

Robbie collapsed against him, and Mike went limp.  They lay together
until the water began to cool, and Mike pulled his little lover from the
tub.  He dried both of them off and carried Robbie to the bedroom.

For the rest of the afternoon, the boys kissed and tasted each other in
every possible place.  And for the first time Robbie tasted Mike's
entrance.  Licking the the hole of the teen's ass, Robbie wondered if
there could be anything at all any better than making love to Mike.  He
discovered that he liked the taste, and his tongue danced over Mike's
pucker.

Finally, after each had enjoyed another orgasm, Mike held Robbie in both
arms for a long while, loving him by just being there with him.

The next time Mike came over Robbie wanted to go to the park again,
apparently celebrating his new freedom, with his new babysitter, to do
so.  Mike found himself looking around for Robbie's little friend and,
curiously, felt very pleased when he saw the two they had met previously
enter the park.  Charlie was shirtless again this morning, as was Robbie,
and Mike loved touching both the boys as he pushed them high on the
swings.

Eventually the two little ones decided to teeter-totter with each other,
and Mike joined Chuck on a nearby bench.

"Morning, Mike," Chuck greeted him.  "They play well together, don't
they?"

"Hi, Chuck.  Yeah, they do.  I guess they've been friends for a while."
There was a little question in Mike's statement.

"Oh, yes.  Since the beginning of summer," Chuck said.  "Charlie's daddy
left him with me for a lot of the summer, and I thought this would be a
good place for him to let off some steam.  I live just a few blocks
over.  Robbie hasn't been here a lot, but they seemed to hit it off."

"No," Mike explained, "Robbie's babysitter was a little too old for this,
I think."

"I remember the lady," Chuck said.  "She did seem a little old for
swings."  They laughed.

"I'm sure Robbie has a lot more fun playing with you," Chuck added.

"Um...Yeah.  He's a nice kid.  We get along fine,"  Mike said.

"Well, you seem like a very responsible young man," Chuck complimented
him.

They were silent for a moment, watching the boys and listening to their
laughter.

"Mike, perhaps I shouldn't...I don't mean to interfere.  I couldn't help
but notice that you kissed the boy while you were swinging him.  I
noticed that the other day, too."

Mike flushed.  He almost stopped breathing.

"It's just..." Chuck began quietly.  "It's just that it might not be such
a good idea in such a public place, no matter how you feel about the
boy."

"I...I don't know..."  Mike was not sure how to take the comment -- or
how to respond.

"I mean you no harm, Mike," Chuck continued, lowering his voice even
further.  "I understand how you feel about the child.  I'm just
suggesting that it would be better not to be too demonstrative in
public."

Mike was speechless.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Mike.  I didn't mean to.  I was thinking of
what was best for you -- and the boy."  He paused.  "I know you love
him.  I can see it.  I can see it because I live it myself.  I love my
Charlie.  And we have...an intimate relationship, too."

Mike stood up as though to leave, then sat back down.  He was shaking.

"Mike, when you love a boy," Chuck continued in his quiet voice, "it must
be a very private thing.  And it's just too easy to allow the very
relaxed relationship of lovers to show in public -- little things like
hugs, kisses, things like that.  When you love a boy, you must protect
him.  And yourself, Mike."

"Ah..." Mike began, and even his voice was shaking.  "Ah...I..."  Words
failed him.

"I admire you, Mike."  Chuck laughed quietly.  "Maybe because you remind
me so much of myself.  You see," -- and Chuck turned to look Mike fully
in the face -- "when I was your age I fell in love with a little boy,
too.  Charlie's daddy.  It was a thoroughly confusing time for me, and I
was lucky I ploughed through it without causing serious problems for
myself, or for little Tyler."

They were both silent.

"And maybe I just want to make things a little easier for you," Chuck
finally added.

Chuck stood and stretched.  He called Charlie.  He reached in his pocket
and gave Mike a card.

"This is my name, address, and phone.  Maybe we'll see you two fellows
here again sometime.  If not, if you ever have any questions, or just
want to talk, give me a ring."

He smiled at the teenager and, when Charlie arrived he took the boy's
hand, and they walked away.  Charlie and Robbie called "goodbye" to each
other.  And Robbie ran over to the bench.

"Can we get another snow cone, Mike?" Robbie asked.  Mike remained
silent.  "Mike?"

"Um...yeah."

The two went over to the concession booth, and Mike watched Robbie lick
the snow cone a little more carefully than the last time.

He knew, Mike thought.  Is it obvious like that?  My god.  He knew.
How...  He and that Charlie?  He just came out and...told me?  He knows.
  My god.

"Ah...So, you like playing with Charlie, huh?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Robbie said, the red juice running from his lips.  "He's nice."

"Well," Mike said, slowly, "then maybe...maybe you two can play together
more this summer.  I mean, we can come to the park more."

Robbie nodded, his mouth now too full to speak.

Chuck knew, Mike thought.  Just like that.  And he does, too...

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Note to readers:  Those of you for whom Chuck and Charlie are new
characters may want to meet them more fully by reading their own story.
They appeared first in "Tyler Becomes a Man," which you'll find in the
Adult/Youth section (March 23 2007).