Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 19:03:55 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 3   (t/b  oral)

This story is completely fictional.  It concerns the relationship of a
young teen with younger boys, including their sexual activities.  If you
are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such
material, you must leave now.

Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.  If you would like to
copy the story, please, just ask.

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Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 3   (t/b oral anal)


After sucking Ricky, Mike decided he liked the hairless dicks he'd seen
and touched and sucked.  He loved to be able to thrill boys who had never
had anyone pay that kind of attention to them before, to teach them how
they could obtain pleasure from their own bodies.  Every night, as he lay
in bed naked, he picked a boy he had seen in the store -- some he had
played with and some he had not -- and dreamed about that boy until he
sprayed his teen cum all over his chest.

Mike was considered a good employee at the store, someone who could be
counted on, so he got some extra time when others wanted off for a
while.  This meant extra work, but it also meant extra money and, of
course, more chances to see the pretty boys.

Adele, the assistant manager, was especially fond of Mike.  She
encouraged him and even made excuses for him when he was sometimes a
little slow in getting work done -- that happened when he was occupied
with a boy in the back room.  His work was always done well, though, and
that was enough for Adele.

One afternoon just as they were both leaving after work, Adele stopped
Mike and asked him if he might be interested in doing her a favor, making
a little extra money for doing it.

"I guess," Mike said.  "What kind of favor?"

"It's my boy, Mike.  I'm having a little trouble getting sitters for
him.  I hate working so many nights, but sometimes I have to, and finding
somebody dependable isn't easy.  I know it sounds like a girl's job" --
she laughed a bit -- "but babysitting is hard work, and you have to be
responsible.  You can do that.  What do you think?"

"I...I don't know.  I've never done anything like that before," Mike
said.

"It would only be for a few nights and maybe a Saturday or two until I
can get something worked out, Mike.  I'd really appreciate it."

Adele sounded like she really needed help, and Mike liked her, so he
agreed to give it a try.  The following afternoon when Mike got off work,
Adele took him to her home.  The day babysitter left, and Adele
introduced Mike to her son.

"Mike, this is Robbie," she said proudly.  "And Robbie, this is Mike."

Adele had every right to be proud.  Robbie had just turned six, and
he was a beautiful little boy.  His tanned skin was accented by his dark
hair, making a frame around his little face.  His deep brown eyes looked
away from Mike shyly.  His small hand felt warm as Mike shook hands with
him, and those deep eyes looked up at him then.  Mike felt his heart
pounding.

Adele had no idea she would be leaving her little boy in the charge of
someone who coaxed boys into the fitting rooms or the back room at the
store to undress them, fondle them, and suck their little dicks.  But she
was right in reading Mike as a responsible young teen.  She was right in
believing that Mike would protect her son and not let any harm come to
him.

She soon had a warm supper on the table for the boys and then left to
return to work.  Mike and Robbie ate silently for a while, the little boy
smiling shyly at the teen now and then.  Mike asked him to help with the
dishes, and the little boy was happy to assist.  They went into the
living room to watch a little TV until it was time for Robbie's bath.

Mike went into the bathroom with his little charge and watched him
undress.  Apparently, Robbie felt no hesitation at all about being naked
in front of him.  His tanned body showed that he liked to play outside
with his shirt off.  His chest was smooth and brown, and his
sturdy little legs were just as brown.  His tummy carried some baby
fat, and it made a very attractive round little boybelly.  His middle
was almost as white was the porcelain tub.  His bottom bounced as Robbie
jumped up and down getting ready, and a tiny dick bounced in time with it
on the other side of him.  Mike drew the bathwater for him, tossed in
some bubbles, and helped the boy into the tub.

"I can wash myself, Mike," came the little voice when Robbie was seated
safely in the tub.  "I'm a big boy now."

"Yes, you are," Mike grinned.  "Okay.  I'll just be out here in the
living room if you need anything, okay?"

Robbie nodded and began to splash in the bubbles.  Soon mounds of white
bubbles covered the water, and Robbie looked like a little angel playing
in the clouds.  Mike returned to the living room, more than aware that
his cock was leaking in his briefs.

Sooner than he expected, he heard the tub gurggling as the water drained
from it, and a naked Robbie ran giggling down the hallway into his
bedroom.  In another moment, the boy reappeared, wearing a pair of short
pajama bottoms without a shirt.  He was carrying a book.

"Here, Mike," he said.  He climbed up on Mike's lap and settled in.
"Read to me.  I get two stories every night.  Here," he said, pointing,
"start with this one."

Mike senses were suddenly overwhelmed.  He took in the scent of a boy
clean and fresh from his bath.  His arm was around bare shoulders that
were smooth and warm.  Robbie was leaning against his chest, and his soft
hair brushed against Mike's face.  Most of all, Mike was aware of the
growing cock on which Robbie was sitting.

He began to read, and Robbie settled into him, leaning his head into
Mike's chest.  Mike read the words automatically, and with every breath
he took he inhaled the scent of the boy.  His eyes moved from the words
on the page to the tanned bare thighs revealed when the short pajamas
slid up a bit.  His free hand alternated between holding the book and
holding Robbie's shoulder against him.  He soon found himself stroking
that shoulder.

Mike was too aware of his cock.  He couldn't afford to scare the boy, and
he wasn't even sure he wanted to do anything with the boy, as beautiful
as he was -- he was Adele's son, after all, and Mike had to work with her
almost every day.  And he was so little.  Robbie shifted now and then,
and his warm butt pressed into Mike's lap, but the boy seemed not to
notice anything.

Mike came to the end of the story too soon.  But Robbie had another one
in the same book in mind, and he turned to it.

"You read good," Robbie said, smiling up into Mike's face.  His breath
was warm against Mike's skin at the base of his throat.  "I like the way
you read."

Robbie settled back down for the second story, and this time Mike found
himself stroking the boy's soft hair as he read.  Robbie accepted it
without comment.

At the end of the story, Robbie begged for just one more.

"Now, you told me you got two stories, Robbie," Mike smiled.  "We'd
better stick to that for tonight.  Off to bed."

"Tuck me in, Mike.  Come on," and Robbie took Mike's hand and pulled him
down the hall into his room.  Robbie had a low child's bed along one
wall, and he climbed into it.  Mike pulled up the covers and straightened
them.

"Mike, you gonna babysit me a lot?"

"Um, I suppose so, Robbie.  I think that's what your mom has in mind."

"Good.  You babysit good."  Robbie smiled up at him.  He suddenly threw
up both arms and grabbed Mike around the neck.  The boy pulled him down
with more strength than Mike would have expected from a six-year-old and
kissed him on the cheek.

The little lips felt warm on his cheeks, warm and soft.  It was a
different kind of kiss than he had shared with anyone before.  Mike
kissed Robbie's cheek, stroked his hair one more time, and left the room,
turning out the light.  He left the door open, as instructed, to allow a
little light into the room.

When he sat back down in the living room, Mike had two things to concern
him.  One was the very hard cock making a wet spot in his briefs.  The
scent of boy was still in his nostrils; the touch of boy lips might
just as well have been still on his cheek.  The other concern was his
job, or jobs.  He didn't dare try anything with Robbie.  He had no idea
what the reaction might be, or what might happen in the long term.

But he couldn't help but stroke his cock through his pants.
He remembered the feel of that little soft butt on his lap...  He almost
stroked himself to a cum.  He got up and went into the bathroom, closed
the door, and jacked himself off.

When he sat back down in the living room, he was still hard!  God, he
thought.  He is so beautiful, so nice.  But I can't.  Not him.

But, after all, Mike was just a young teen.  He at least wanted to be
close to his fantasy.  So he quietly went into Robbie's room.  There was
just enough light to see the dark tousled head on the pillow.  When his
eyes were more accustomed to the dark, he saw that Robbie had kicked off
the sheet.  His pj bottoms were twisted.  Mike walked softly to the side
of the bed and looked at the boy.

Yes, he could have been an angel, Mike thought.  He was beautiful.  His
tiny nostrils moved a bit with his breathing, and his small lips were
slightly parted.  His belly moved up and down with Robbie's shallow
breaths.  His legs were turned a bit under him.

Mike reached down and straightened the child's legs.  When he touched
that smooth warm skin, he sucked in his breath.  He had no idea a child's
foot could be so soft.  Or so beautiful.  He held that little foot
longer that necessary and lay it down as though it were a valuable piece
of art.  He stroked a thigh, very lightly.  Robbie sighed in his sleep.

The sound was all it took.  Mike carefully lay down next to the boy,
lifting his head gently and placing his arm under it.  Mike's heart was
pounding as he felt the boy automatically cuddle into him a bit.  With
the movement, the fly in Robbie's pj bottoms opened slightly, and
Mike could see the white flesh underneath.  It was the boy's upper
thigh.

He carefully lay his hand on the sleeping boy's belly, and he stroked
gently when there was no reaction.  He felt the boy's warmth soak into
his hand and surge up into his chest.  Yes, Mike finally acknowledged; he
needed this boy.  Wanted him.

He slid his hand gently and slowly downward until his fingertips were
under the waistband of the pj bottoms.  He rested his fingers for a
moment on the soft, smooth little mound that would one day grow hair for
this child.  He sucked in his breath as he slid his hand down
farther.  The palm of his hand slid over the boydick almost before Mike
knew he was there.

He rested his hand on Robbie's cocklet.  It felt so tiny in his palm.  He
remembered it bouncing as the boy walked and ran, and he felt his own
cock throbbing.  He gave it a gentle squeeze, his fingers moving against
the smooth inner thighs.

How did a just-turned six-year-old dick respond to something like this,
Mike wondered.  He soon found out.  He felt the little boydick stiffen
slowly.  It pressed into his palm, and Mike gently moved his hand against
it.  He could feel the tiny dickhead.  He needed to see it, not just feel
it!

Carefully, he sat up.  Robbie snorted a cute little snort in his sleep
and turned to lay more fully on his back.  Mike pulled his hand up, found
the snaps holding the pj bottoms, and unsnapped them.  He opened the fly
carefully and, with the light from the hallway, he found a hard little
cocklet pointing up at him.

Robbie's dick was less than an inch when hard.  God, it's so beautiful,
Mike thought.  So tiny and beautiful.  He played with it, slowly moving
it back and forth, as much as something that small could move; he
was amazed that something so tiny could be so hard.  It was the smallest
dick he'd ever seen, he decided.  And the most beautiful.  And he wasn't
so sure why he thought that, but he knew it was true.  His eyes traced
over the tiny thing, up and down it, around a dickhead so small it was
hardly there.

He worked the little dick carefully, rolling it lightly between his thumb
and forefinger.  He discovered that the cocklet seemed to respond when he
just squeezed it regularly right under the little dickhead.  Robbie's
legs began to twitch now and then, and his hips shifted.  Still,
Mike kept his rhythm up, pleasing the little dick between his fingers.

There was a muffled sound, and Mike looked at Robbie's face -- he was
awake!

"Oh don't stop please Mike.  It's so nice. Please..."

Robbie automatically opened his legs a bit to give Mike more access to
his boyhood.  Mike was in awe of this child, who seemed enthralled by the
sensations of his little body -- just at the age of six and enjoying his
hard little dick!  Mike smiled at him and continued his play.

Robbie closed his eyes.  "Ooooo..."  He was feeling it, Mike knew.
"Oooooo..."  The narrow hips were pressing up toward Mike's hand, and the
brown belly was quivering with tension.

Robbie gasped in a long breath, and his eyes flew open.  "Ooooooooo..."
His mouth dropped, his voice was silent, and he shook with the immensity
of his first dry cum.  He shook until Mike let his little dick fall.
Robbie was panting.

Mike kissed his cheek.

"Oh, Mike.  What was that?  Oh... so good..."

"Robbie, that was the nice feeling a boy can get from his dick.  You
liked it?"

"Oh, yes, Mike.  Do it again, please.  Can we do it some more?"

"Not tonight, Robbie.  You need to get to sleep.  Your mom will be home
pretty soon.  We'll do it another time.  Okay?"

Robbie threw his arms around Mike's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
His soft lips remained on Mike's cheek for only a moment, but Mike could
still feel them when he pulled the sheet back up over the little boy.
Robbie sighed deeply and fell asleep almost at once.

Mike still felt those warm little lips against his cheek as he went into
the bathroom.  He jacked himself off for the second time that evening.
He was going to love this job.